#I was not sober when i wrote this but i wanna find it later if i ever see something i did wrong which i most definitely did

[ultrone]

riding jackie while running my nails down her abs

🚙 ᖚ —– riding jackie in shauna’s car

jackie and you were in shauna's car. earlier that day, you had all agreed that you'd be the designated driver to take them home, so when shauna handed you her car keys later that night, it was with the understanding that you would be sober enough to drive after the party.

however, what shauna didn't know was that as soon as she handed you the keys, you'd dash towards her car with jackie and drive it a few blocks down, parking it in a dimly lit abandoned area, and arch your back with each aggressive thrust of your pussy against her strap-on.

"f–fuck jackie," you mumbled breathlessly as you rode her. the sensation of her girth rubbing against your walls and ruthlessly stretching them was driving you insane. your hands were clutching her shoulders, while she held you tightly around the waist, guiding your movements.

jackie's eyes were tightly shut as she bit her lower lip. her nails dug deeper and deeper into your skin with each thrust, the overwhelming feeling of her strap making delicious friction against her clitoris, which was already throbbing.

in one swift motion, you slid your hands from her shoulders to the collar of her preppy button-down shirt. you grasped it tightly, pulling her towards to you, and the two of you crashed into a bruising kiss.

as her tequila-favoured lips sucked on your lower lip, her hands squeezed your hips in a rhythmic way, pulling you harder into her faux cock with increasing speed. “mmh–” a moan escaped your lips, but was quickly silenced by her tongue, which took that opportunity to attack your mouth, exploring it fully.

lost in the sensation of your tongues moving in perfect unison and her cock moving in and out of your wet, tight cunt, you slid your fingers from her collar to the centre of her shirt, placed your fingers between the button holes, and tore it in half with all your strength, her shirt buttons flying out.

“y/n! what the heck? i just got that on sale!” she complained. however, you simply rolled your eyes and pulled her into another heated kiss. as you did, you ran your nails down her toned abs, making her groan in pleasure.

“we can stop if you want to,” you suggested, breaking the kiss and reducing your hip movements.

“fuck the shirt,” she said hurriedly, her swollen lips returning to yours. she let go of the firm hold her nails had on your hips and gripped them firmly in her open hands. breaking the kiss, she slightly lifted you up before starting to push into your pussy with newfound urgency, attempting to find release.

wet slapping sounds echoed off the car windows as she bottomed out inside you at a relentless pace—again, and again, and again.

“y-yes– just like that,” you slurred, clawing her abdomen with your fingertips, making her groan at the delicious burning sensation.

“still wanna stop?” she grunted cockily, her eyes locked onto yours.

you just moaned in response, unable to process her words. she slipped a hand under your bra and grabbed one of your breasts, beginning to vigorously pinch your nipple between her fingers.

“ffuck— ‘m gonna—” as the orgasm interrupted you with great force, you moaned out her name, clutching tight to her abdomen which was already very reddened from your constant gripping and scratching. your pussy contracted repeatedly around jackie's girth, who continued to ram inside you. however, it didn’t take long before her body started to stiffen beneath yours, her rhythm becoming sloppier with each slap.

“s–shit, y/n,” she managed to babble, finally reaching her climax. one last forceful thrust was all she needed before collapsing beneath you, halting her movements and uttering a loud groan.

you slumped on top of her—and the two of you remained silent, recovering and enjoying each other's warmth before tidying up and driving back to the party.

n/a. the moment i saw this thought i IMMEDIATELY started writing this istg 😭😭 sorry if it’s bad i wrote it half asleep

[lethalchiralium]

You should totally not write a part two to Missus dying during birth. Where it's set month later??? Years later??? 😏😉😏

I mean the double angst would be just to much to bare! 😏😉😏

(No.... because side note I'm living for your GIRL DAD SIMON 😭🫶)

oh so you guys are EVIL evil. i partially wrote some of this way back, i was playing with the thought of her death but decided against it. this did get me in the mood to write for ACTUAL happiness, so watch out for that lol

warnings: alcoholism, grief.

happiness au!

Simon found that could never hold anger like he used to. It dissipates as quickly as it festers, he tried so hard to find something to be angry at over your death. He couldn’t be angry at Roach, he was with you in his place. He couldn’t be angry at Price, he was doing his job. He couldn’t be angry at you because you had done the best you could to get in touch with him. You nurtured his children, one sprinting around and one in your once warm belly.

He held his hand over WInnie’s eyes at the end of the funeral, little Mellie asleep in his arm yet still angling her away from the scene - he couldn’t bear to have his daughters watch their mother be lowered into the ground.

He did discover that alcohol makes the incredible pain disappear just a little.

In the month after your death, it was a cycle for Simon and Price to keep Winnie and Mellie afloat while he destroyed himself as they slept soundly. Drinking himself into a stupor and collapsing on his bedroom floor; his hazed mind forcing him to spread out on the hardwood, telling himself he didn’t deserve to sleep in a bed. In your bed. And despite the dozens of pounds he wasted on alcohol for that first month, the thought of you could never quite escape his mind.

You left nothing to direct him, nothing to guide him. Just hazy memories of your smile, dim visions of the way your skin touched his, faint pulses on his lips of what used to be your heartbeat. You had nothing away, no letters or little notes in any nook and cranny of his home - he checked drunk, he checked sober. He wanted to slam his hand into the wall that morning, hungover and wanting to scream - but his little baby Mellie babbled on his bed, little fingers dug into her stuffed dog, completely unaware of the myriad of emotions painted on the walls. It was like Simon had exploded, his emotions were everywhere.

And after one horrible night, Simon found himself on the floor of his room again. But he wasn’t alone - under his blanketed arm and curled into his side was Winnie, her green bear tucked into her own chest. His heart broke again at that, and even with the intense hangover, he picked up his daughter. He took the few steps back to sit on his bed, her gentle eyes slowly fluttering open.

“Do you wanna sleep up here, lovie?” He asked her, trying to keep his voice even as his head pounded.

“Just wanna make sure you’re okay.” His daughter mumbled, one hand wiping one of her eyes as she looked up at him. That made his heart burn like it had been doused in oil and set aflame. He crawled into the bed that hasn’t known warmth since you died, tucking in his four year old and keeping her close to his chest.

“Dad’s gonna be okay.” He whispered to his daughter, tears spilling from his eyes. “I promise.”

After that early morning, Simon stopped drinking and stayed sober for years afterwards. He was proud of himself for that seemingly small feat, but he was still devastated by the loss of you, he felt it every single day since. Teaching Mellie to walk, to talk, and to run were the first times Simon felt your loss again - he cried tears each time, knowing that it should have been you and him teaching your daughter these things. That you and him should have been teaching your children how to ride a bike, help them with their stupid math homework, help them navigate life.

But it was just Simon, trying to fill your shoes that he never had the heart to move from the front door.

He had tried to quit the 141 when you passed, but Price wouldn’t let him. Keeping him on desk duty meant Simon still got incredible pay and benefits, it meant Simon could take baby Mellie with him to base, it meant he could make it home before his kids got off of school when they were older. He never gave his all to the military again.

He had to learn all about periods when Winnie was twelve so he could help her as best he could. He had to learn all about her friends, then Mellie’s friends - he felt that time was always going too fast. He comforted his children through the loss of their beloved cat. He met boyfriends and girlfriends before his daughters finally fled the nest, leaving him alone for the first time in 22 years.

The month after he was left alone again, he opened a bottle of bourbon. He felt the pain creep back into his skin, he needed relief. He needed to not know what pain was. He’d drink when he was alone. He wouldn’t dare to have a drop when his children were around, when his grandkids were ever in his home. But when he was alone? It seemed just a glass of three fingers turned into a bottle, sleeping a couple hours turned into twenty, three missed calls from Mellie and a seven texts from Winnie - all asking if he was alright, that his constant sleeping was making them nervous.

One day, Simon tried to open his nightstand to find his ID tags, he was drunk the night before and woke up without them. He never slept without them, it was his way of comforting himself with something he’s had almost all his life. The nightstand’s drawer wouldn’t budge, wouldn’t pull open. He reached his hand underneath the drawer to try and dislodge whatever was keeping it from opening - a letter falls into his hand. He grew confused, there is no address or writing on the front - it’s obviously old too. He opened the envelope, seeing a date written on the lip in handwriting he’s wished to read for decades.

The day before Mellie’s birth was written clearly.

He ripped the paper from the envelope and fell to his knees, a photo of you in the hospital floated to the floor as he reads the letter. The last picture of you ever taken, one that came from that little polaroid camera he bought you before he left his whole family for the last time.

You didn’t leave him without direction. He just didn’t know where to look.

i love all the happiness asks so much that the new happiness chapter will be coming very soon

Copyright © 2023 lethalchiralium. All rights reserved.

[florawrites-blog]

"Im not a addict"- l.dh

Warning: mentions of alcohol , alcohol addiction, collapsing, stress, mentions of daddy issues and toxicity in relationships.

The sight of Haechan's collapsed body on the floor of your room still haunted you. The fear and confusion you felt that day rushed back as you found him in the kitchen, reaching for another drink. "When did you come back?" you asked, concern lacing your voice as you approached him. "Just now," he replied curtly, not bothering to look at you as he focused on opening his drink. Your worry grew as you noticed the tension in his voice. "How was your day? You don't sound well. Are you okay? You didn't reply to any of my calls or messages." "Listen, save this for later. I really wanna stay alone right now," Haechan snapped, his tone sharp as he slammed his hands on the counter. "Haechan, please don't do this. Okay, let's not talk, but please put the alcohol away. Remember our promise, Haechan. Five months, only five months without alcohol," you pleaded, reaching out to touch his arm. "God, seriously, Y/N, stop making it sound like I'm an addict and just stop being so clingy. I asked to be alone, and that's what I expect you to do," he growled, frustration evident in his voice. You recoiled at his harsh words, feeling a pang of hurt mixed with your worry. "Seriously, Haechan, you're no different from them. You drink when you're happy, sad, stressed, mad... You drink like it's water. I'm so worried, please." As you spoke, he reached for another bottle, but before he could open it, you snatched it away, accidentally dropping it to the floor where it shattered into pieces. The noise drew the attention of the other members, Johnny rushing to Haechan's side while Yuta came to yours, and Jaehyun and Taeil stood nearby, unsure of what to do. Haechan raised his arm in anger, but Johnny quickly restrained him. "Stop it, both of you," Johnny urged, trying to diffuse the escalating tension. "Just 'cause your dad is an addict doesn't mean I will be like him, Y/N. So cut me some slack or leave," Haechan growled, his voice filled with defiance. You pushed Yuta's hands away, refusing to back down. "Wow, Haechan, you might think you aren't, but trust me, you aren't any different," you said, your voice steady despite the turmoil within you. "don't ever compare me to that son of bitch who doesn't even know if your alive or not"

Haechan's hurtful words cut through the air like a knife, leaving a lingering ache in your chest. But instead of crumbling under his verbal assault, you held your ground, your voice unwavering. "Wow, Haechan, you might say this because you're drunk, but I am completely sober. And let me tell you this in front of your hyungs: the worst thing a girl could go through is trying to escape her dad but finding it in a person they truly love. And what's worse is coming back home, wanting to be in my boyfriend's arms, but finding him laying there on the cold floor, not knowing what to do." You met his gaze, your eyes reflecting both pain and determination. "And don't even think of apologizing to me tomorrow when you sober up. I won't expect any apology unless it's the one where you're on your knees, begging." With that, you turned on your heel and walked away, leaving Haechan to grapple with his own demons as you sought solace elsewhere.

I wrote this while the math teacher was being a absolute dipshit.

[viking-raider]

The Golden Egg - Cotton Candy Fluff

Summary: It's Easter! So, you and Henry have an Easter Egg Hunt. One for Kal, then go head-to-head against each other, to see who can find their eggs the fastest.

But what happens, when Henry finds the Golden Egg, you left him.

Pairing: Henry Cavill/Reader

Word Count: 2.1k

Warning: G - Cotton Candy Goodness, Soft!Henry, Fluff, Kal, Short Person Joke, Competition, Easter, Competitive!Henry, Domestic Bliss, Instagraming, Surprise Ending

Inspiration: It's Easter. I wrote this in an hour. This video of Good.Boy.Ollie on instagram.

Author’s Note: I hope you enjoy this! Line divider by @FIREFLY-GRAPHICS!

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“So, explain this to me again?” Henry laughed, folding his arms over his heaving chest, as he laughed.

“I wanna do an Easter Egg hunt for Kal.” You repeat to yourself, narrowing your eyes at your near hysterical boyfriend.

“The Bear doesn't get the concept of Easter, let alone an Easter Egg hunt, babe.” He howled, his curly head rolling back with its mirth.

“So!” You huffed, pouting at him. “I think it's cute. I also want us to do one. To see who can find the most. The fastest.”

Henry sobered up a tad at that. “All right, babe. You're on.” He smirked, cupping your face in his hands and gently kissing your forehead. “Which do you want to do first?”

“Kal.”

“Done.” He nodded, dropping his hands and looking over the colorful sea of plastic eggs and prizes to put inside of them, that you'd come home with a short time before. “You know, my fans would absolutely eat this all up.” He remarked to himself, biting the corner of his lip and thinking it over, then glanced at you.

“Can I film it?”

“If you want to, Puppy.” You replied, grabbing a four pack of jumbo eggs and ripped it open.

“Sweet, I'll be right back. While you figure out what you're doing--” He waved his hands over the cluttered dining table. “Here.” He chuckled, before rushing off.

Looking over the prizes, you picked out a cute dog toy. It was made of rubber and looked like a throwing stick. You had gotten it cause Kal was a beast of a chewer, when it came to his toys, and this one was supposed to be nearly indestructible. Fitting it inside the bright yellow, jumbo egg, you dropped a couple of Kal's favorite peanut butter and blueberry treats in with it, so he had something to sniff out, then closed it.

You had a reasonable amount of the eggs filled up for the hunts, when Henry finally came back into the dining room, kissing the back of your bent head.

“Everything is set up.” He informed you, casting his eyes over the booty. “You want some help?”

“That would be nice, thank you.” You replied, tilting your head back, smiling appreciatively at him.

“Is there a method to your madness?” He asked, pulling up a chair beside you.

“The eggs on the right are Kal's.” You motioned to the cluster. “I don't fancy getting a squeak toy or dog biscuits, during my hunt.”

Henry's face twisted and he shook his head. “No, I don't either.” He snorted, dropping some chocolates into the egg he grabbed.

“All right, here we go!” Henry exclaimed, grinning, as the two of you finished hiding the eggs, all while his phone recorded on a tripod, he planned on editing everything down later on. “Kal!” He called out and smiled, as the Bear came charging through the open slider and into the backyard.

“Are you ready to do your hunting?” He asked, bending over to scratch the Akita all over.

You and Henry had made sure to hide his eggs in, more or less, obvious places. But a couple had Kal working for them, like one small egg slipped between the braided fabric of his rope pull. Kal was slow at first, sniffing at the eggs, letting out little snorts as his nose picked up the scent of his treats inside of them. You were worried for a bit, that it was a flop. Making your heart sink. But when Kal found the stick toy, it was as if something magical sparked inside the Akita.

And he went wild.

Kal started zooming around the entire yard, diving into the manicured bushes and making them shake as he ran between them and the border fence. He rooted around the patio furniture, nearly knocking over Henry's big, green grill for a hot pink egg that was there; containing three different treats. He finally tackled the last egg, one of the jumbos, behind a large stone planter.

Bouncing around it so ecstatically, Henry couldn't take it from him to open and reveal what was inside.

“Kal.” Henry cracked up. “Let's see what Mama put in it for you, Bear!” He finally managed to swipe it away from the pup and crack it open, discovering the surprise. “Oh my god! Look, Kal!” He dissolved into a fresh fit of laughter, holding out a plush, taffy-pink, pig.

Kal bounced on his front paws, so he stood on his back legs and took the toy out of Henry's hand, finding the noise maker with his mighty jaws and causing the lightly stuffed pig to scream out a stream of oinks.

“Do you like it, Bear?” You giggled, grinning at him, relieved that Kal's egg hunt had ended so well.

“That pig is going to drive us bonkers, until he murders it.” Henry said, wiping tears from his bearded face.

“I know it is, but I couldn't help buying it.” You confessed, watching Kal go to town on the poor thing. “Look how cute it is, and he clearly loves it.”

“Right, well.” Henry sighed, composing himself. “Kal's hunt is over. Now, it's time for our Battle Egg-royal!” He proclaimed, a competitive expression coming over his face. “You're going first. So, go inside and I'll hide your eggs.”

“Very well.” You nodded, kissing his cheek.

“Mind yourself!” He called, as you headed inside with Kal. “No cheating!”

“I would never!” You huffed back at him, feigning insult.

Henry grabbed the basket of eggs he had made for you and got to work hiding them all over the backyard, pausing in front of camera for a moment, a cheeky look on his face, even though it wasn't live, he couldn't help it.

“No, watching my stream, babe!” He laughed, then went back to hiding the rest of his eggs.

Satisfied with where his eggs were, Henry opened the slider and called you back outside.

“I have the stopwatch pulled up on my mobile.” You said, handing it over to Henry.

“All right.” He nodded, taking it from you. “Ready. Set.”

He stood there for a moment and you stared at him.

“Henry!”

“Huh? Oh, right. GO!”

Rolling your eyes, you shot off the patio and started searching the area. Henry trailing after you. You found the first egg balanced on a stone column that a pot of flowers were situated on. Shaking it, you heard the egg-shaped chocolates inside. Henry held out your Easter basket, so you could store your found eggs and not worry about holding them or accidentally rediscovering them. You found a jumbo egg next, inside Henry's grill, which had you giggling.

“Oh, that's so cruel, Henry.” You huffed, finding your last three eggs lined up in a row, on top of the fence, out of your reach.

Henry smiled at you, triumphantly, his nose wrinkling cutely. “Hop, short stuff.”

“You'll pay for this later, Cavill.” You warned, narrowing your eyes at him and jumped for the eggs, just managing to grab them, without knocking them into the neighbor's yard on the other side.

“I doubt you can put anything out of my reach, Bean.” Henry quipped, winking at you, then glanced down at your phone. “Eighteen minutes.” He smiled, kissing your cheek. “Not a bad time, babe.”

“Thank you, now get your butt out of the yard!” You said, pointing towards the house.

“Yes, ma'am.” He nodded, obediently. “I'll take your basket inside with me.”

Biting your lip, you glanced around the yard and quickly got to work, trying to find the hardest places for him to find his eggs. Wanting payback for the shenanigans of those eggs on the fence. You even moved a few eggs a couple times, feeling like they were too easy to find, before you finally let Henry come back into the yard with you.

“It took you longer to hide them, than find them, sugar butt.” Henry commented, amused as he scanned the yard, trying to give himself a head start.

“I wasn't making it easy for you.” You said, setting up the stopwatch. “Ready. Steady. Go!” You barked, jumping up and down.

Henry quickly hurried off the patio, his first target was his grill. You had put an egg there for Kal and he had put one there for you. So, he had felt you'd follow that theme. But, alas, when he opened the hammered dome, he found it egg free. Eyes narrowing, he looked around and under it as well.

Still, no egg.

“Come on, Puppy.” You laughed, wickedly. “I said, I wasn't going to make it easy on you.”

“True.” He hummed back, shooting a narrow eyed look at you, before slowly scanning the yard again. “AH-HUH!” He exclaimed, spotting a small point of neon yellow under the hedge, that led towards the side of the house.

Making for the egg, Henry happened to catch the flicker of something out of the corner of his eye in the process and came to an abrupt stop. Turning towards it, he gently parted the flowers in the stone planter and reached inside, plucking out a pastel green egg. He held it up with a smirk, his blue eyes sparkling in the mid-afternoon sun.

“Two already!” He said, dropping the egg in his basket, and grabbed the other one.

From there, your strategy steadily went downhill. He found three more eggs within a span of a minute and five after that. You looked down at the stopwatch and felt your stomach clench. Henry's hunt was six minutes in and he had found almost all his eggs, leaving him on course to beat you.

“There you are, little bugger.” Henry grinned, finding the turquoise egg in the drain spout. “What's the time, love?” He asked, dropping it into the basket with the rest.

“Fifteen minutes.” You informed him, sighing.

Henry's arms shot up into the air. “Yes, I win!” He grinned, wiggling his muscular body in a victory dance.

“No.” You shook your head at him.

“What?” He frowned at you. “You found your last egg in eighteen minutes and I just found mine at fifteen, baby.” He explained to you, his arms falling back to his sides. “I beat you by three minutes.”

“But you missed one, Bear.” You told him, calmly.

“Where?” Henry snapped, blinking at you.

“Right there.” You said, pointing to a gold egg resting peacefully in the grass, at the edge of the paving stones, near his grill.

Henry's eyes narrowed at you. “What is this, babe?” He asked slowly, cocking his head at you. “There wasn't one there, when I started my egg hunt.”

“I don't know what to tell you.” You remarked, biting the inside of your cheek, fighting the twitching of your lips. “Perhaps you need glasses, old man.” You teased, as he crossed over to the egg. “Why don't you open it?” You suggested, once he had it in his hand.

“You do know it's Easter and not April Fool's day, don't you, honey?” He asked, narrowing his eyes suspiciously at you.

“Oh, I do.” You nodded, finally allowing yourself to smile at him.

Henry looked at his still recording phone. “If this thing blows up, you know who to blame, guys.” He quipped, popping open the plastic egg and found a folded piece of paper inside. “What, are you proposing to me?” He chuckled, saying it for shock value.

That was until he finished unfolding the paper and concentrated on what it was.

You move to stand before Henry, smiling up at him, while his mouth gently fell open and his eyes grew. “Happy Easter, Henry.” You cooed at him, resting your hands on his hips.

“Is this-” He gulped thickly, looking between you and the paper. “Is this—real?”

“Mmhm.” You nodded, tearing up, seeing his blue eyes start to glisten and his breathing shutter as he became choked up, emotional. “I found out last week.” You explained to him, taking the sonogram from him. “So, I thought this would be the coolest way to tell you. To train you for future Easter egg hunts with the help of our four legged son.”

Henry caught you up in his arms and spun you around, his blue eyes blurred with tears of overwhelming happiness, while burying his face into your neck as he held you tight against his body. He sniffled into your neck and you hugged him tight, feeling content.

“Christ alive, I love you.” Henry cried, tears dripping down his bearded face, as he set you back down on your feet, then looked over at his phone, just then remembering it was recording. “We're pregnant!” He announced, beaming.

[castieldelamancha]

Castiel approaches Dean quietly, his gaze lingering in his profile, focusing on the way his brow is furrowed up in concentration, the tip of his tongue slightly peaking out through his lips, Castiel smiles as he sits down beside him, resting both his arms on the table.

"Hello, Dean."

"Hey sweetheart." He sounds distracted but not any less fond.

Dean moves the arm he has closest to Castiel's and bumps their forearms together, still looking down at the papers in front of him, he brushes his knuckles against Castiel's and, when Castiel turns his arm, offering his open palm to Dean, he takes his hand, interlacing their fingers together.

"Had a good walk?"

"Yes, I didn't wake you up, did I?" Dean shakes his head lightly.

"Would have like to go with you, as usual, but," he trails off.

"You needed to sleep, Dean, It's fine." Neither of them mention the reason why out loud, they both know Dean's nightmares kept them both awake, "whenever you are ready to talk about it, I will gladly listen."

Dean finally looks at him, smiling, nothing of the defensiveness a statement like that would have gotten Cas not that long ago present in his expression. He actually, to Castiel's confusion, laughs lightly as he takes Cas in, he reaches out and gingerly takes something out of Castiel's hair, showing it to him. It's a leave, its green color fighting a battle it was destined to lose against the arrival of an autumn's yellow. He leaves it on the table and goes back to staring at Cas, his eyes finding Castiel's.

"Later?" He says at last, Castiel nods.

"Of course." He looks down at their joined hands, and noticing the papers he asks, "What were you working on?"

Dean stares down at the table too, taking a deep breath, he sobers up, his smile gone, "I am done, Cas." Castiel tilts his head, waiting for him to elaborate, "I wrote a resume," his voice quiet, small,"there is an auto shop not that far away from here, I wanna ask for a job there." Dean points at the papers, "got to get a bit creative with my background, though." He shrugs lightly.

"That's amazing, Dean."

"Really?" He asks with a hint of hope in his voice, it's gone too soon, replaced by a guarded thing Castiel's doesn't particularly like."You ain't gonna tell me this is a silly idea? That we have lives to save? Monsters to hunt?" Those things, Castiel thinks to himself, don't sound like things Castiel would say, Dean's own inner voice seems the most likely source of such thoughts.

"You have done enough, Dean." He puts simply.

Dean huffs, "I don't think-"

"You have done enough." He repeats firmly, he cradles the side of Dean's face with his free hand, gently getting him to look at him, "and I believe, deep down, you know that too, you wouldn't have put a resume together if you didn't believe you could have this."

"But is retirement what you want too?"

"I'm exhausted, beloved." He says, and he means it, "I don't want to have to worry anymore if the kiss we share before we go on hunts is the last one we will get." He doesn't have a grace to fix it all anymore. They are playing with fire, expecting it to be kind enough not to burn them. Whatever Dean sees in his eyes seems to relieve the tension on his shoulders.

"I will drive to the shop on Monday."

"I will go with you."

[everythingwasnormalhere]

i don't really wanna do much today so...

what about an analysis of I've Got You, Brother because i wanna rant about it >:3

(i've been thinking about all this a lot since I wrote it lol)

huge spoilers under the cut so please i beg you don't read it till you've finished the fic ;w;

probably the first scene of this fic i thought while knowing i wanted it to appear in it, was the scene after lucas' funeral. a while before that i already had the headcanon of kevin giving kenny that red scarf of his, but that scene, unlike this one, wasn't fully developed when i daydreamed it.

my kenny, slv kenny, has a lot of trauma as a kid, trauma that shapes his personality later on. yet, he's learned he needs to suck it up, not tell anyone - mainly because his uncle taught him so. lucas was gay indeed, stuart got that one right at least, but after he did what he did to kevin, he decided it was too dangerous. kevin would snitch, surely, he was old enough to know it was wrong, he had proven this. kenny was not.

"never tell anyone about this", he had promised, and so kenny never really specified it - loyalty, fear, who knew. but he couldn't help to take kevin's word that lucas was gone, and maybe that's why he slipped. kevin never asked any more questions, kenny never gave him any more answers.

(Brother by Kodaline - the song this fic took its title from - just started playing, and that is incredibly fitting XD)

"“You look like shit” Kenny pointed out. “You should see the other guy” Kevin smiled, sitting next to Kenny."

a fun fact about this scene, is that i thought of it before anything else in this fanfic, yet with a different theme. i was feeling pretty dysphoric, my parents were being transphobic assholes, nothing new, and i said "why not project this onto kenny?". in the original scenario, kenny would come out to his father, or maybe he'd be outed by some reason, and stuart would be no good about it, so kevin would jump in and defend his brother. then, everything would turn out as it does in the fic.

but slv kenny's agab is left ambiguous, and it will stay that way, which makes the original idea lose all its sense. yet, as i wanted to write it and add it to the story, i figured out another thing the fight could've stemmed from, and rolled with it. it being kenny's birthday was just something that came to me as i wrote, but it makes a sensing way for him to receive his parka so all good XD

next scene is probably the closest these two ever went to talking about their feelings. "He wanted me to go with his friends, he didn't want to hang out with me." was a typical occurence by the time they were twelve/thirteen, which is when that happens. kenny had gone to that type of hang outs a few times already, and always felt as if he wasn't welcome there, his presence and his exit equally unnoticed. butters had always the best intention, but are good intentions ever enough? the spot at the rooftop became kenny's favorite place since that night.

kevin isn't too talkative, or at least not slv kevin, but he knows his brother all too well, as shown in the next scene.

i needed it to be from kenny's pov, even if just to show the shock at "Kevin had never hit him sober." - because kevin had hit him drunk, not even just that, but typically kevin was at least a bit tipsy. him being violent yet sober showed the importance of the situation - and also showed how easily kenny would accept kevin becoming stuart 2.0.

it was short before butters ran away from home, and kenny was going through possibly the worst moments of his life till then. it was also the time in which he would kill himself every other day, trying to find a way that stuck. the broship had broken, kenny's home life was as shitty as always, what was the point? "But- Kenny, I can't let you waste your life like that. I'm probably gonna become a poor drunk guy like mom and dad, but you're smart dude. You have a future. Don't throw it away". those words likely saved kenny's life. kevin knows him, but he's too quiet to show it. yet, when he sees his brother in that state? he can't help but try and pull him out of it.

"This was the first time Kevin had seen his brother in weeks" says a lot about the mccormicks, actually. kenny, spending his days out with his friends or stuck in his room. kevin, not coming home until he has to. they had lost each other, grown up enough to stop needing the other as much. yet, kevin's always up to helping kenny out.

their conversation on the couch, just proves how much they really love each other. kenny doesn't really cuddle with anyone besides butters and his siblings, and kevin isn't much of the type to be physically affectionate with pretty much anyone. yet they enjoy being in each other's company, and they trust each other enough for it. "“Fucked him yet?” Kevin half joked." also shows how much kevin really knows his brother - even after they're not that in touch, he's noticed how close butters and kenny really are. he's also proving to kenny how he will not judge, allowing him to open up if he ever wants to, without fearing a reaction like the one their parents would likely have.

("“I love you”, is what Kevin would've said were he more vocal about his feelings. But he wasn't, so he took a sip of his beer and turned up the volume.". fun fact, they never said they love each other, and now you're forced to live with this information :3)

"“Showed up when I died, haven't left ever since” Kenny nonchalantly said, and Kevin shrugged it off". I don't have much to say about this scene, but fuck me if kenny isn't like this. he's sincere with kevin, yet aware he won't be believed, so he doesn't really press it. kevin, meanwhile, is used to his brother saying stuff like that. if kenny had ever told kevin about his curse? i like to believe kevin wouldn't have hesitated to believe everything about it.

aaand we're at the final arc of igyb!!

(after i took a tiny doomscrolling break bc fingers hurt smh)

i think i should first talk about why i did what i did. and that is, killing kevin off.

you see, in most stories and universes where kevin dies, he does it heroically. saving his siblings from their parents' wrath, getting in the way of a gunshot, taking part in a fight - he dies a hero. that's not how real life works. people just... die. without a warning. without a reason. one day they're there, the next they're gone forever.

kenny thought he understood death, mostly after having died so often, but he didn't. kevin's death, it made him realize people just leave forever, not giving any warning, not saying goodbye. human life is such a fragile thing, and he won't waste his stuck in the shithole of a town south park is. he's terrified of losing his friends the way he lost kevin, he's terrified of permanently dying with nobody to remember him.

he was lucky laura offered to take karen in, because otherwise, he probably would have stayed. but he knows, she'd be kept safe, and most importantly, away from their parents.

and, kenny?

he is going to live.

[pink-strawberry-kissess]

heheheh!!!

Ship Headcanons - Ada/Leon

Thank you for the tag, @visualheresy !!! >:3

Gives forehead/nose kisses: So I have a very specific answer for all of these. Forehead is def Leon giving them. He's much more affectionate than Ada but in private settings they're more half and half. In terms of forehead kisses specifically, I hc that he kisses her temple more, sometimes along her hair line and her cheek. Ada's the one that gives noses kisses, and other things for his nose too heh heh she also likes how adorable he looks when she boops his nose

Gets jealous the most: Leon, but it's not serious. Rarely does he actually take the time to get mad at her about something about her past or even in a present day setting. Ada doesn't get jealous as much as she gets insecure that she can't provide Leon what he wants or needs.

Picks the other up from the bar when they’re too drunk to drive: Leon's the drunk ass. Ada's picking him up. Ada is NOT getting drunk in a public space. here's ada dragging leon from a bar lol

Takes care of on sick days: Leon would take care of Ada much more despite her protests. BUT he would also know if she really wants to be left alone. Feel like Ada is the type to let it fester because she's not willing to seek help. me crying over when i wrote leon taking care of ada. Ada would do the minimum in terms of, checking in for a fever, MAYBE staying with him if he gets worse. But would most likely give him meds, water and leave him to sleep. If he's already sleeping she might watch over him quietly. But she's not gonna wait around all day.

Drags the other person out into the water on beach day: This depends. If perhaps Leon's in a bad mood, Ada would wanna drag him out into the water. Leon would probably entice Ada in other ways to join him in the water. here i have them at da the beach hehe

Gives unprompted massages: Ada. She's a bit more touchy feely in that way - than him. He MIGHT but he wouldn't be necessarily as good as her. I hc that Ada gives AMAZING massages, she can turn leon into a limp noodle (yes that way too)

Drives/rides shotgun: ADA'S DRIVING

Brings the other lunch at work: Ada might cause she would wanna tease him about it. in an au setting tho, Leon would be the one heading to her work and giving her lunches hehe

Has the better parental relationship: ... what does this mean. like their parents? they dead. i really can't say tbh cause we don't know either of their relationships with their parents. unless this means like, them being parents? half and half, it depends on what aspects of parenting since there's so many ways to parent

Tries to start role-playing in bed: Ada 100% Leon might but he's bad at it. he's cringe but she loves that

Embarrassingly drunk dancer: Leon is also a terrible dancer sober and has two left feet but doesn't mind that Ada is a splendid dancer. She'd help him along and finds it endearing that he's so focused on getting the moves/steps right she'd just want him to move along with her and to stop panicking. she wants him to just feel the moment rather than the act of trying to dance well

Still cries watching Titanic: Leon. He's a movie dude. Would've had Titanic in the two part VHS tapes. also when is like canonically the first time leon saw boobs LMAO

Firmly believes in couples costumes: ADA SDFBSKFk leon's not one to dress up anyways and would just go along with whatever ada had planned

Breaks the expensive gift rule during Christmas: Ada

Makes the other eat breakfast: LEON. he's a breakfast dude. Ada a habitual breakfast skipper and maybe coffee or tea drinker before she just starts her day. she might have a small brunch later but she only really starts eating breakfast more when Leon asks for it or he just makes it because he WANTS BREAKFAST. fic where i wrote leon crying over breakfast (i think it's chapter 6?)

Remembers anniversaries: Leon ;_; but Ada does also but she's more silent about it. She'd still wanna celebrate but only if he wants to. If there's some sort of anniversary or even his birthday she'll still drop off something for him if she can. wrote about his birthday here

Brings up having kids: LEON but only in a sad way. Maybe if he's being sad about missing out on it but also in a way where he's worried he wouldn't be able to provide a good life for them anyways so it's better off this way. ada i feel would NEVER bring up having kids unless she was actually PRENGNENT.

Tagging whoever wants to do this!!!! :3

[raspberry-pudding]

3/8/24

It's another one of those days where I tell myself I'm not going to smoke, but I have no idea how well I'll succeed. I made a short post last night, just vague posting and getting a few thoughts off my chest. But nothing deep.

I feel stupid for posting about my addiction, but at the same time it's the only way I know how to possibly find people like me. Who can become very addicted to weed. I don't have any friends to go to about it because they all smoke and are fine -- or at least, they convince me they aren't addicted and that it's impossible on weed. But what else would you call something that you crave so intensely you're scrapping the bottom of a bag or grinder to get one hit? What else would you call something that you can't control yourself from taking as soon as you wake up? What else would you call something that's meant to make you feel good, but after doing it every day, all day, for several years you get stuck in a cycle of giving in, swearing to go sober/quitting, and then turn around and continue doing it? Every. Single. Day. For the past two years I have sworn to finally quit smoking weed but I just can't get away from it. My body feels like it needs it and I'm miserable.

It doesn't even get me high anymore.

More below the cut for those interested, and so I'm not clogging timelines with a long post. My content isn't for everyone. Please scroll by if you think weed isn't addictive and if you argue with me you'll just get blocked. That's not what I need when I'm just trying to recover.

I miss the person I was before I started smoking. I was so productive and successful; I wrote and exercised everyday. My emotions were better regulated. I felt like I could do anything.

I started smoking a lot later than most people -- 24. And as much as I would like to blame my ex for the addiction, I'm more to blame for my own addiction than anyone else. It started when I was writing an essay on Emily Dickinson and the soul, and weed helped me a lot with writing this piece. At least, for awhile. Soon after, I was getting high every evening to work on the essay, but I'd get distracted and ignore my work. It just sort of spiraled after that.

There are a lot of good reasons why I want to quit. First of all, I want to be a better woman. I want to be the strong woman I used to me -- not this weepy bag who can't even stand the thought of driving myself anymore. Where did all my strength go? Where did all my independence and will go? I wanna be a better woman not only for myself, but for my fiancé. He's very supportive of me, and says that we all have our vices -- doesn't care if I continue smoking or if I quit and will support me no matter which I do. But I need to stop smoking for him, too. He deserves sober-me. He's not only the best man, but the best person I have ever met in my entire life. He deserves the sober-me much more than my ex deserved it, but he's hardly gotten to experience it. He deserves a woman who can do anything and be level-headed. Not the emotional wreck I am on weed.

I'm also already a naturally paranoid person. I don't know how to explain it other than ever since I was a kid I've been prone to extreme paranoia. I've always seen terrifying images in my head and I get concerned that they'll actually happen before my eyes, no matter how off the wall it is. Let me clarify, I never hallucinate (not even on shrooms or acid have I hallucinated), I just have an overactive imagination. Weed, obviously, intensifies this feeling. Sometimes the paranoia is crippling; I'm frozen in fear whether it's in bed or at my desk or in the living room. It can become overwhelming.

Third, I want to go back to school. It's nearing the 3 year mark since I've gotten my Master's degree and I haven't gotten any jobs with it. Granted, it's difficult to do something with my degree in my area and I'm a bitch about having to move. But I'm in a dead-end part time job now that's pushed me into wanting something more. Specifically, wanting what my original plan in life was -- get a PhD and become a professor. Focus my career on academia. It's what I'm good at, and it's what I enjoy doing. I've missed the college space so much. I've missed the research that goes into essays and the excitement I used to get while writing. If I go back for my PhD, I can't continue to be on this fucking drug. I can't do the work I need to while being constantly stoned. How do I know? Because I could barely balance the work-weed balance as I was finishing up my MA. Weed stifled my academic work so much to the point that I almost didn't graduate; if I go for a PhD I have to be sober. There's literally no other option. I have to take it seriously. I cannot do the work I need to while getting stoned every day.

I feel miserable and cranky every day, and the good mood I get from smoking only lasts for so long and then I become grumpy again. Yesterday my grumpy attitude ruined a nice evening out with my fiancé -- he says it didn't, but I feel horrible about the ordeal.

I'm ready to quit. I've been ready to quit for about a year now with no success. I think the furthest I've gotten in the past year is 2 days without weed. Since I started smoking, the further I've gone without is a whole month -- I really don't know (or remember) how I did it. I don't know how to start, or how to keep cravings away. I'm just so frustrated, I want my ambition back. I want my drive and energy back. I want to be even better than I was before. But I can't with this drug holding me down and making me completely numb and lazy.

Any and all advice would be greatly appreciated. I really don't know what to do when the cravings start to hit within another hour or so. I guess the good thing is that I'm all out of weed right now, and while I could go get more it would involve going to the bank to get out cash. Hoping that prevents me from giving in today.

Maybe I'll just write on here when the cravings hit. Just write about how I'm feeling until it goes away. I really don't know. I'm just going insane with this kind of lifestyle and I can't do this anymore. I have to become sober again. The good thing is, leading up to this point, I have decreased how much I've smoked. I went from 3 joints a day to 1 joint a day recently. Quitting cold turkey scares me, but I guess I'm about to attempt it, because I really don't wanna drop $100 on something I wanna quit doing.

Again, let me know anything that's helped any of you quit if you're out there and reading. I would greatly appreciate the advice.

Iris🪻

[jellytoru]

Wonderland ( The Umbrella Academy)

(Five Hargreeves x Reader)

Masterlist

Chapter 12: " Yeah, your voice just cracked, dearie "

~☂~

" The fucking library!? " The female ticked off as she stared at the library, she then rushed up at the Boy and they both got inside, " Are you fucking serious!? "

" Yes," the Boy simply answered as they both headed up to the upper level and looked for a place to sit.

Y/n groaned then made herself sit on the floor as she glared at the Boy, "We're sitting here, it's more comfortable " she claimed

Five just followed what she said and took a seat beside the female, he then gave Dolores to her before pulling a book and starting to write some equations.

Y/n hugged the mannequin before resting her head on the Boy's shoulder watching as he wrote equations.

" You know you should've checked your equation last time " the female stated as Five hummed, " You got the equations wrong the day you disappeared- oh wait that number is wrong, you won't get the right answer, subtract it first then multiple it "

" Since when are you so smart at maths? " Five asked and then erased the number and restarted the specific equation.

" I studied your equation you left beside the door. "

" I thought the old man punished you? "

" Punished? Do you actually believe what that Ape man just said? " The female raised a brow before rolling her eyes, " The time I got out of the dining room, I rushed to your bedroom and stayed there.... Till I got bored and tried to solve your equation on one of the notebooks that I left at your desk drawer " she explained, " Well actually I wrote the whole original equation first then re-solve it every night after training with Mr Dad "

 The conversation was dropped as they become silent then passed the vodka back and forth till the liquid was almost gone. Both have flushed faces and a wide grin was stretched on the female's face as she snuggled her face on the Boy's shoulder.

" Awww, come on!! Please can I have the last drop? '' she whined softly then giggled but the Boy shakes his head before drinking the last bit of liquid from the bottle.

" Bummer!! " Y/n pouted then pushed herself off from the Boy who just looked at her confused.

" Where are you going? "

" I'm going to find a Winnie the pooh book " Y/n proudly stated as a goofy smile was on her lips, " My baby girl really likes Winnie the pooh, mama here is going to find it! " she added then turned her back from the Boy.

From Y/n's statement, Five's somewhat sober up when she mention " baby girl" for all he knew she doesn't have any kids nor a partner since from his siblings' statement and his guess- she was in a coma, for how long he doesn't know but one thing for sure he knows she doesn't have any kids.

Glazing at the mannequin on his left, he raised a brow, " Baby girl? She had a kid!? " he repeated quietly.

" Don't look at me, I didn't know that too " the mannequin replied

Five shakes his head and then leaned back his head on the wall, maybe it's just the alcohol in his system that's why he thinking impossible things or many he's just too drunk that he misinterprets what the female just replied to him. 

Sometime later, two grown males walked inside the library looking for two teenagers. Glancing to left and right the two males quietly walk after they agree to separate ways.

" Anything? " Luther asked as he looked at his brother when they met on the third floor.

" No " the Kraken softly replied

Luther sighed before turning his back and was about to start looking once more, though Diego said something that made Luther stop in his tracks and walked back to the Kraken.

" You wanna know why I left? "

" What? What are you talking about? "

Diego turned his back, " Why I left the Academy "

" Yeah, 'cause you couldn't handle me being Number one " Luther shrugged

" No. Because that's what you do when you're 17. You move out, become your own person, and grow up. " Diego replied,

" Oh, yeah. You're a real grown-up "

" I want Y/n to come with me but she's in a coma after that day. " Diego added as he suddenly remembered how his sister looked before she collapsed.

" It's her fault, she lose focus " Luther replied with no emotion

The Kraken snapped his head at him, " It's no one's fault, that was an accident- you know how devastated she was after Five was gone, Dad was too harsh on her and trained her till she was weak and pale " he defended as he glare at him, " I would have her with me even if she's in a coma but she needs to be supervised, so I entrusted her to mom for her to take care of her for my stead, so at least I make my own decisions. You've never had to hold down a job. Pay bills, " Diego then looked up and down at Luther's structure, " You ever even been with a girl? "

" I.. " Luther then clears his throat, making Diego let out a chuckle out of pity. " I don't know what you're talking about- "

" Look, you wanna blame me, blame us for leaving.... that's okay " Diego replied, " But maybe you're asking yourself the wrong question- Maybe it's not about why we left... Maybe it's about why you stayed "

Luther started to move forward towards Diego, " I stayed because the world needed me "

" You stayed because you couldn't let go of the ways things used to be " Diego replied, " The Academy, Dad, with Allison, and maybe for Y/n too"

" Dad's dead, Mom too, now, maybe she already knew it. The expression Y/n would present when we see her, I don't know if I could handle it " Diego stated, " We're orphans again, dude. And things are never gonna go back to the way they used to... be "

In the distance, a few women were laughing though the siblings didn't pay any attention.

" Do you ever stop talking? " Luther questioned

Diego was about to reply when a sentence caught his attention.

" Where are their parents? "

" They both looked like siblings "

" No, they are not! I think their lovers, look how she clings to him... it's too damn cute "

" Oh yeah, now that you mentioned it" 

Both males then walked towards where it was as a woman walked past them with a phone in her hand.

" I'm gonna call security "

There they saw the two teens sleeping on the corner, Y/n was sitting on Five's lap with her head resting between his shoulder and neck while Five's head was resting on top of the female's head, and Y/n was also clinging to Dolores in her arms like a teddy bear, a few Winnie the pooh books were scattered beside them, two empty bottles of vodka were also there and an open book with equation and pen was also there. Both teens were sound asleep with Five's arms loosely wrapped around Y/n's waist.

A mixture of pure confusion and amazement was present on both brothers as they eyed the two teens sleeping soundly in the corner.

" Are they, um.. ? "

" Drunk as a skunk " Diego confirmed as he smirked, he then moved forward and gently fixed the scattered books first and bottles before gently grabbing his younger sister from Five and carrying her in his arms.

Luther then carried Five then made their way out of the library ignoring the stares that the other people gave them.

~~~~~~

The motel door where Hazel and Cha-cha were residing was opened and the two assassins got inside

" You idiot! " Cha-cha exclaimed as they quickly went into their room.

" What? " Hazel questioned

" You didn't put the "Do not Disturb" sign on the door! " 

" I did! I know I .... " Hazel placed the box of doughnuts on top of the drawer then turned to his left before looking at the door knob and seeing that he didn't put the sign on the front, " Shit " he cussed and closed the door, they then walked to the closet where they left Klaus, who is whimpering as the sudden bright light met his eyes.

" Oh my God, he's still here " Hazel sighed in relief, " Hi " he greeted Klaus before pulling The Séance out of the closet.

Klaus then speaks indistinctly as his mouth was still taped up.

" What's his saying? " Hazel questioned as Cha-cha ripped the tape off of Klaus's mouth.

" Oh!" Klaus exclaimed, unknown to the two assassins, Ben was watching them.

" What are you sayin'? "

" You guys are scarier without the masks, "Klaus said then examined the two assassins' faces, he then chuckled before receiving a slap on the cheek from Cha-cha.

" There's no way to say hello to your old friends, isn't it? " Hazel spoke, as he placed both his hands on his pockets.

" Can't we call it a night? I already gave you what you wanted " Klaus pleaded, " Just, pleased... please let me go, please "

" Well, technically, we want your brother and sister. Are both of them here now? " Cha-cha stated

Klaus let out a groan," Uh, they.... You're gonna have to be a little more specific on that " he said before chuckling then received another slap on the cheek by Cha-cha.

" Ow! I told you already. They're not coming " The Séance answered, " No one will " 

" Well, Number Five, and Hatter knows now " Cha-cha confidently replied, " We left them a message when they come for you, we'll be ready "

" Huh, " Klaus sighed before whimpering and immediately started to sob, " This... "

The Séance then suddenly heard harsh whispers and saw a flashback from his childhood that made him gasp.

Alone in a dark and cold mausoleum, there was young Number Four laying on the cold, dirty tiles. Dry leaves and specks of dust and stone surround the scared boy.

Metal doors were opened earning the young boy's attention and removing his hands from his face, there he saw his father and behind him was his sister holding a cream-coloured blanket in her arms.

" Welcome back to the land of the living, Number Four " Reginald claimed, then turned to Number Eight, " Help, Number Four on his feet, Number Eight " before giving the small girl a way to enter.

Y/n walked quickly and kneeled in front of Klaus then helped him sit down before wrapping him with the blanket around his shoulders.

" Can I go now? " Klaus fearfully asked as he turned to look at their father.

" Have you overcome your fear of the dead?" Reginald questioned, Y/n turned her head and also looked at their father, " You must become the master of your own life, Number Four or it will become the master of you. Number Eight on your feet " he ordered.

" What? Please, I wanna go home. Y/n please help me " Klaus pleaded as he turned to his sister who was already on her feet, a brokenhearted look was present on her face as she too wanted Klaus to come home and play with them. 

" Number Eight " Reginald called in a stern tone.

Y/n straighten her back and mutter an apology to her brother before walking back toward their father. Reginald took a step forward and looked at his son, who was giving him a pleading look to let him home with his brothers and sisters.

" Three more hours " The monocle man declared, then placed a hand on Y/n shoulder as he guided her out with him, before locking the mausoleum doors once again.

" NO! Don't leave me" Klaus cried out as he watched as the doors closed.

As Reginald locked up the doors, Y/n was quietly standing before she spoke, " Mr Dad, I think we should let Number Four out of there and be warmed up "

" What makes you think I would do as you say, Number Eight "

Y/n looked down at her shoes, " Number Four can be the master of his own life if you didn't do that to him " she replied

Reginald looked at the small girl before turning his back to her, " Stay here and open the door after three hours " he said then began to walk away leaving the small girl behind.

" You went there, didn't you? " Ben questioned as he watched Klaus take a deep breath.

" No, no, no, no.... " Klaus whimpered as he tried to cancel out the voices that he was hearing, suddenly he heard a Russian woman speaking.

~~~~~

Two grown men carried each teenager in their arms as they walked in the empty alley.

" Well, we can't go back to the house, it's not secure. Those psychopaths could come back at any moment " Luther stated

" My place is closer " Diego suggested, "No one will look for them there "

Just then Five belches made the two grown men slow down their steps, Y/n on the other hand slowly opened her eyes and almost fell from Diego's arms not knowing it was her brother that was carrying her.

" Woah! Y/n calm down it's just me " Diego said as he tried to calm his sister in his arms.

Y/n stopped squirming and looked up to see Diego's face looked concerned, " Oh.. I thought you were someone else, " she said before limping her body in her brother's arms.

" If you vomit on me... " Luther's warned as he glared at Five in his arms.

" You know what's funny? " Five slurred speech, his voice cracks at the end that made the female teen giggle.

" Yeah, your voice just cracked, dearie " Y/n giggled.

Five looked at her and smiled, " Aw hush now, shortcake. I'm having my moment "

" Alright " Y/n replied then waved her hand at him.

" Aah! I'm going through puberty- Huh, twice " Five scoffs as his voice yet again cracked at the end.

" How many times should his voice crack? Please let it be every time you speak! " Y/n laugh before dropping her grin, " Damn, I'm tired "

"- And we drank that whole bottle, didn't we?" The Boy chuckles, " That's what you do when the world you love goes bye-bye. Poof, it's gone " he added

" Psst, Diego " Y/n whispered to her brother who turned back to look at her, " Have you checked me out a Winnie the pooh book? " she asked before letting out a small burp. 

The teenage female quickly placed her hand on her mouth as she let out a small burp before giggling.

" What are you guys talkin' about? " Five questioned

Y/n peaked her head from Diego's shoulder, " If Diggy here checked me out a Winnie the Pooh book, apparently he didn't check me out a book " she then faked a sob.

" Diego, why didn't you check her out for her favourite book? Look what you did to her! " Five scolded, and the Kraken just rolled his eyes at the nonsense both teenagers showed.

Luther let out a sigh, as he kept following Diego, " Two masked intruders attacked the Academy last night"

" They came looking for you. So I need you to focus " Diego snarled, " What do they want? "

" Hazel and Cha-cha " Five said with a slurred tone

Diego abruptly turned around at Five, earning a groan from Y/n who he was carrying, " Who? "

" You know, I hate code names " Luther added

" You hate code names but you never really scold me on calling you one- Their names are Hazel and Cha-cha, Dingus " Y/n stated

" Ah, there you got my darling dear shortcake all mad now, anyway- they're the best of the best- except for me, of course. Oh yeah, must I say there was even this Mad Hatter- who is also the same best line as me? Poor him, he's gone and I took the seat as the best of the best " Five explained

" The best of what? "

" You know, Dolores and shortcake always said they hated when I drink "

" Yeah, because it made you all surly " Y/n rolled her eyes

" Hey! " Diego called out, making the two teens let out a hum, " I need you to focus " he added as turned to the Boy.

Y/n waved her hand at Five and the Boy gave her a lovestruck look.

" What do this Hazel and Cha-cha want? " Diego asked

Five's grin widened even more- similar to a Cheshire cat, this made Y/n too flustered by the smile and couldn't contain her smile making her cheekbones hurt from smiling.

" We just wanna protect you " Diego softly stated

" Protect me? I don't need your protection, Diego- Do you have any idea how many people I've killed? " Five questioned, " No, I'm the four frickin' Horsemen- the Apocalypse is coming " he added before throwing up behind Luther.

" Argh! Ew! You fucking disgusting " Y/n groaned before resting her head on Diego's shoulder, who turned away from the vomiting Five.

After Diego lay down Y/n on the bed, Luther was the second one to place Five beside the female. Y/n immediately snuggled herself on Five's chest as the Boy wrapped his arms around the female's waist bringing her closer to him.

"Funny. If I didn't know Five was such a prick, I'd say he looks almost adorable in his sleep and with N/n in his arms, they really looked like a couple " Diego commented

" Well, don't worry. They'll sober up eventually, Five would be back to his normal, unpleasant self " Luther said

" Yeah, I can't wait that long " Diego fumed then turned away from the two teens, " I need to find out what his connection is with these lunatics before someone else dies " 

" All the stuff he was saying before " Spaceboy began when a thumping was overheard, making Diego turn to the sound, " What do you think he meant by that? " he added

Footsteps were approaching and Diego mentioned for Luther to be quiet before pulling out one of his knives and then quickly pacing towards the door. The Kraken quickly opened the door and was about to throw one of his knives when a shout greeted him.

" You throw another one of those goddamn knives at me, I'm pressin' charges "

Diego drop his arm and opened the door widely, " What do you want, Al? " he boldly asked

" I ain't your secretary " Al scoffed

" Yeah "

" Some lady called for you, said she needs your help "

" What lady? "

" I dunno, Some, uh, detective " Al answered as he tried to recall who was that lady that wanted Diego's help, " I think she said her name was, uh, Blotch or somethin' "

Diego's face turned confused, " Patch? "

Al shrugged his shoulders, not really sure if that was the name of the detective.

" She needs my help " Diego muttered

" She needs you to meet her at that motel, a dump on Calhoun, " Al said then give the piece of paper that he wrote the address on to Diego, Luther watches their interaction.

" When? "

" About half an hour ago, Uh said she found your brother, " Al said before turning his back and walking out of the boiler room.

Diego looked back at the two sleeping teens, " Well, that didn't make sense "

Luther then looked up, the same time Diego looked down at him, they both know now who is the brother that Patch was referring to, " Klaus " they both replied

Diego quickly walked out of the room leaving Luther behind, " Go, I'll wait here with... them " he sighed then patted Dolores's head.

[bad-mixed-lib-dyke]

Small Update on the "Marriage" Thing

This is an update to this post

I've been busy and this week is finals so I can't get into as much as I wish but did wanna make an update while I'm fairly close to things. Not a super horny update, that will likely cum later~

Everything went/is going really well.

Better than I ever could have imagined.

The courtship week went pretty well. There was one night where things were pushed a little too far. But it was ok.

There was one night where I found out something really upsetting that was being actively hidden from me and it triggered a bunch of flashbacks and I thought he was in on it but I guess he really didn't know. That actually lead to a lot of good things for us. Though it's fucked up both of our trust in the friend I took the trip with here, forever in my case.

But that lead to him giving me the passcode to his phone and computer to try to establish trust. Also discussions about radical honesty (which my autistic ass already does, but it's nice to have it reciprocated)

We also went over some times from our past where I held trauma which was super healing and has made us closer than ever :3

We were able to find everything we were looking for thrifting. A dress and veil for me, the perfect champagne flutes, I got stuff to make a flower crown. The perfect ring for me.

The ceremony was just us, I put candles all over and we read our vows to each other. These are the ones I wrote if anyone cares.

I was worried I wouldn't be able to hold up my end of the "free use" deal, but we had a lot of conversation about boundaries and stuff (my ring position would imply different levels of consent :3) But I wound up not having to worry. I've had no issues in submitting whatsoever.

Some people seem to have the impression I'm gold star? I'm not. This wasn't my first time sleeping with a man. This wasn't even my first time sleeping with this man (though I have had my first time being sober/remembering it XD)

I'm sure I'll write more on that later :3

I started cleaning around his room while he's at work and after the first day, where I was super careful not to move things too far or make any major adjustments, he sat me down and told me to do whatever I wanted. He really emphasized that he trusts me and wants me to feel comfortable in the space too. It was really sweet.

I wound up spending 2 and a half weeks at his place, and the drop we both had when I came home was intense.

I was only supposed to be there for a week, but the night I was supposed to come home I got a fever. He took care of me and caught it from me(we're pretty sure I got it from his roommate), I cared for him while also dying cause I got my period right as I was recovering XDD

I'm so glad I'm doing this with someone I know so well and can have so much trust and love with. Honestly, for a fake relationship, it's probably the best one I've ever been in.

It was supposed to be a scene we did sometimes, but we sort of just slipped into it being 24/7

Our Song is House of Asmodeus from HelluvaBoss

His nickname for me is "My Little Imp Wife"

The things I get in trouble for are for thinking and saying "sorry" (He will let me know if I need to apologize and otherwise I'm thinking for myself again)

I made the account @mrsroswell for him so a lot of my more housewifey submissive stuff might wind up over there for those who like that kind of thing.

Alright, this is long enough and I have homework. Thanks to anyone who read this far XD

If anyone has any questions about the arrangement, feel free to ask them~

[introspectivity]

10 Rules - My Sassy Girl (movie)

10 Rules to keep Sassy Girl Happy 1. Don’t ask her to be feminine. 2. Don’t let her drink over three glasses. 3. Drink coffee instead of Coke/Juice. 4. If she hits you, act like it hurts. If it hurts, act like it doesn’t. 5. On your 100th day together, give her a rose during her class. 6. Make sure you learn fencing and squash. 7. Be prepared to go to prison sometimes. 8. If she says she’ll kill you, don’t take it lightly. 9. If her feet hurt, exchange shoes with her 10. She likes to write. Encourage her. ♥- taken from My Sassy Girl, 2001

Upon checking my notes, I randomly stumbled upon my own version of "10 Rules to keep Sassy Girl Happy".  (From the movie, My Sassy Girl, 2001) Since I like going for the extra mile, I did 20 instead of 10. Could have been longer but it's just all in my head now. Why spoil all the fun of knowing this wonderful person? I realized the original list contains not just rules but also just some info. haha (So i added some “rules to follow” related to her facts but still preserving the original list) This reminded me how I really put my heart into understanding her thoughts and intricacies. This is what I wrote when we were starting. She grew and changed immensely when I wrote this so some of the entries could be different now but I still believe this is still her core. I stopped updating this once we understood each other on a deeper level. It was amazing that there are several instances when our feelings and thoughts are in perfect sync. I wonder when I can ever find that kind of connection again. Seems like once-in-a-lifetime. I’m glad I was able to experience that. For the next person whom she'll love, I hope you can see this and please love her back more. I learned these (some the hard way)  so you don't have to. It'll save you some trouble. Just like in the movie, the guy wrote this so she'll be loved and treated right by the next guy she'll date. She deserves it. I'll be happy when she's happy. I just wish my sassy girl (my love and my best friend from afar now) all the best in the world.  

my sassy girl

1. Don’t push her. may it be doing something she dont like or getting a confession that she already made clear about it. 2. She's a vanilla person. If she wanna do something, she'll be vocal about it. Again, ask her once and never twice. 3. She doesn't like losing control. Give her the space to be able get out of sticky and uncomfortable situations. 4. Give her a breathing room esp when her emotions go haywire and her thoughts seems to run wild. 5. She cries easily and that's normal. Let her know that it’s okay and everything is gonna be alright. 6. She likes matcha latte. She avoids coffee even tho she likes it. Make some for her when she has to study all night. 7. She hates alchohol. She got low tolerance and it also interferes with her meds. Keep her sober. 8. She hates being doubted. It ticks her off. 9. Let her focus. Don't stand between her and her goals. At the very least, be ready to be pushed aside. Recognize her priorities and help her. 10. She got good memory and remembers the little details. Make sure that you remember too. 11. She loves reading books. Hopefully she'll get more time after her medschool. When she does, let her catch up. 12. She loves intellectual conversations. Keep feeding her curiosities. 13. She doesn't like to have kids. If you're lucky, be ready to have a mature partner and a sweet kid all-in-one. 14. She's a reliable and responsible person but she could self sabotage do something she’ll regret later on a whim. Be on her side and don't let her do that. 15. She's impatient and impulsive. You gotta be patient with her it's worth it. Better if you drive instead of her. 16. She's rational for the most part but sometimes her fears and concerns get amplified and think of the worst. Don't invalidate her feelings. See where she comes from. 18. She likes to sleep a lot. Just let her. Be productive while you wait. 19. She likes house and funky music. She also listens to old love songs. Curate a playlist for her. 20. Love her and make her happy. She deserves it.

[teenmomcentral]

Love is in the air for Farrah Abraham, but it isn’t out in the open. 

The fired Teen Mom star is currently in a relationship with a man she met on OnlyFans back in 2021. While the two communicated on the subscription-based (and mostly NSFW) site years ago, the lover of all things cosmetic procedures and general misuse of the English language claims things only got serious between her and her new man after they ended up matching on a dating app this year. 

Farrah has yet to reveal the identity of her latest love interest, nor has she posted any videos or photos in which her man’s back isn’t to the camera or his face hasn’t been strategically cut out of the shot or covered by an emoji. However, she insists that the relationship is very real and not a ‘for-pay’ situation, as some of her haters have suggested.

The self-proclaimed Number One Celebrity In Our Nation reportedly entered into this business deal relationship after training with a dating/relationship coach over the course of three months in order to overhaul her past dating habits. Farrah claims she’s shooting for a drama-free dating experience with her employee new boo, and even made the mystery man sign a non-disclosure agreement (NDA) for good measure. 

Though Farrah isn’t sharing the name of her boyfriend at the moment, she told TMZ that he’s sober, isn’t a public figure, works in “tech, business sales and marketing,” and that the two of them are close in age. The mystery man also reportedly purchased a home near Farrah after the couple made their relationship official in late September, though he has yet to meet Farrah’s family–- presumably including Farrah’s 14-year-old daughter Sophia–- and is not set to do so until later this month. 

Just last week, Farrah posted a series of clips to Instagram in which she referenced “Friendsgiving” along with the hashtag “#turksandcaicos,” seemingly confirming she and her guy spent the Thanksgiving holiday together on vacation.

Farrah’s post was met with countless comments from people questioning the authenticity of her posterior new relationship, largely due to Farrah’s decision to hide her man’s face, as well as her historically terrible track record when it comes to dating. Many also accused her of being an escort and her man of being a “John” who was paying Farrah for her time.

“No way did she actually find a man who is capable of dealing with her craziness,” one person wrote. 

“Is he a paid date?” another asked. 

“Finally got a new boo for a week or two,” someone else wrote. 

“Wonder what he paid you for the weekend?” a different comment read. 

Multiple people also noted the irony of Farrah’s song choice for the post, “Agora Hills” by Doja Cat, which features the line, “I wanna show you off.” 

“Proceeds to not ‘show him off’ lol Jesus Christ..,” one comment read, to which Farrah replied, “its called privacey.”  (Obviously, Farrah is still keeping her ability to spell correctly and use proper punctuation under wraps, too.)

UPDATE! On Thursday, Farrah beamed into TMZ to address her haters’ speculation that her new man is actually a “John” (aka client) and that she is being paid to spend time with him.

“There are no illegal activities going on in my life, or in my family’s dynamic,” she said in a video interview, later adding, “For the record, this is a boyfriend situation and no illegal activity. And it’s sad that I even have to correct people on this.”

Farrah then committed The Number One Sin In Our Nation and compared herself to Queen Dolly Parton.

Farrah stated that she is modeling her on-the-down-low relationship after Dolly’s relationship with her husband Carl Dean. (Dolly and Carl have been married for 57 years but Carl has made very few public appearances and prefers to stay private.)

“It’s kind of like Dolly Parton in a way,” Farrah said. “I love her relationship with her husband. I think that’s healthiest for me and for whoever I’m getting to know. Maybe I’ll never reveal who I’m talking to, even if I ever get married one day. I just feel like I need privacy.

“I always feel like there’s some kind of threat towards having a happy, healthy, loving relationship in my life, from ‘Teen Mom’ days.”

Farrah also addressed Jenelle Evans‘ recent comment that Child Protective Services (CPS) needs to do a welfare check on Sophia.

“I think the CPS stuff needs to stop,” the Backdoor Teen Mom said. “Again, my motherhood has always been, like, threatened by very negative, made-up things from haters. It’s really sad that I’ve had to learn the hard way in the past about going on trips or anything with any boyfriend I’ve ever had, that like CPS would be called or anything like that while I’m gone.”

Farrah then seemed to take another swipe at Jenelle, who is the middle of a CPS investigation with her husband David Eason.

“I’m loving that I don’t have to deal with a CPS crisis all the time, just by trying to have a normal dating life,” she said. “I welcome all the hate now and I just love that my dating life is more private.”

[tom-holland-parker]

I Wanna Wear Your Tie

Request: Can you please do a professor tom x student reader, she’s of age of course, and he takes a liking to her for being so smart and he can barely contain himself with every outfit she wears. And one day after class he asks her to hang back and things get very SMUTTY?

Warning: 18 + SMUT (oral, choking, vaginal sex), student/teacher relationship, cursing, age gap (legal)

Pairing: Professor!Tom x Student!Reader

Word count: 4081

Masterlist

Tom knew from the first time you walked into class he was going to have a hard time. Not because you were a trouble maker, he heard from your other professors that you were an extremely bright and well rounded student, but because you liked to wear the shortest sundresses he’d ever seen. Tom knew he fucked up by developing a crush on his student. It was immoral and he could lose the job he worked so hard to get. 

Tom had been staring at the email all weekend, debating all his choices. He knew the right thing to do was to report it and let the school handle everything, but a big part of him told himself to do otherwise.

Dear Professor Holland,

I want to wear your tie while you fuck me

Love Y/N

Tom let out a deep breath as he rubbed his eyes, refreshing his inbox once more in hopes you had sent another email, an explanation or maybe even an apology, anything that would avoid him having to send the response that he had drafted Friday night after he received your message. Of course as the hours passed he knew that hoping was pointless, Tom sighed looking over his drafted email for what seemed like the 100th time before hitting send. 

Ms. Y/L/N

In regards to your last email I have no choice but to report it to the school. I do, however, acknowledge that you are one of my highest scoring students so it is only fair that I give you a chance to explain yourself. Please meet me in my office Monday after class

Professor Holland

Little did Tom know you were freaking out, spending Saturday nursing your hangover from partying Friday night. It was a drunken mistake, you would’ve never sent the email had you been sober but leave it to the vodka to let you do something stupid.

You had one day to come up with some apology and still couldn’t find the right words. Countless drafts saved in your notes app, but none good enough to express the regret you felt by sending that email. Of course time wasn’t on your side and the hours moved faster than usual. Finally it was Monday afternoon and you sat in your door waiting for your final class of the day, his class

“Maybe if you just tell him it was a mistake he’ll understand” Your roommate Kendra laughed as she looked at your computer, you’d been rereading the email for hours, hoping it would go away. Glancing at the clock you sighed, “I have his class in an hour, how am I going to face him”

“You could skip”

“I’m already in enough trouble as it is I can’t skip class” You sighed, closing the laptop as you moved to put on your shoes, “I’ll just give the best apology he’s ever heard of and hopefully it’ll all work out”

Kendra chuckled, “who knows maybe you’ll get exactly what you wanted”. You rolled your eyes, “I’ll text you after class”

///

Tom watched as you entered class, his eyes trailing over your outfit, you were wearing his favorite dress, white with blue flowers. He chuckled at your innocent appearance but frowned when he noticed you taking a seat in the back instead of your usual seat in the front.

You showed up to class right on time, looking at your feet to avoid any eye contact with Tom. It was hard to concentrate when all you could think about was that stupid email. It didn’t help that he was wearing a tie today, the same tie you’d imagine him gagging you with on most nights. You shook your head trying to focus on forming an apology that wasn’t absolutely pathetic

“Alright class is over, If you have any questions about the assignment you can” his gaze shifted towards you, “email me”

Your eyes widened as you distracted yourself by putting your things in your bag. As if the universe wanted to see you completely embarrass yourself in front of the teacher you’d been crushing on all semester, you piled out the class with the rest of the students, trudging down the hallway towards his office. You stood outside the door for a few minutes, pacing back and forth as you tried to compose yourself. You took a deep breath, gathering all your courage as you knocked on the door 

“Come in” You heard his muffled voice from behind the door. You took a deep breath as you twisted the door knob walking into the well lit office. 

“Hi Professor, you said you needed to see me” You say trying to seem innocent. He cleared his throat pointing to the leather seat in front of his desk, “Please have a seat” 

Slowly you make your way to the seat, placing your bag on the floor as you stare at him. Tom took a deep breath, opening the email as he passed you his laptop, “When I get an email from my brightest student I expected a question about her latest essay not this”

Your face heated in embarrassment as you handed him the laptop, “Professor I’m so sorry I was very drunk Friday night and I know that isn’t an excuse but I didn’t mean to send that. If I could take it back I would just please don’t report this”

Tom watched as tears slowly began to trail down your face, “y/n I’m not going to report you”. 

You looked at him in disbelief, “Seriously”

“but you’re not getting off that easily” He closed his laptop, “You’ll be spending the week and your weekend helping me grade papers”

You let out a sigh of relief, “thank you professor I’m really sorry it ever happened”

Tom chuckled, “You’re one of the smartest girls in my class. I would hate to see you get in trouble because of one drunk mistake” You wiped your tears away, feeling yourself relax now that you knew you weren’t going to be in too much trouble. “After all you’re only young once, just try to keep your thoughts in a diary and not your emails”

You chuckled, picking up your bag as you got up to leave, “will do professor”

///

Tom instantly regretted his decision. Don’t get him wrong, having the extra help was amazing but it was hard to concentrate when all you wore were short dresses. He spent all week sitting at his desk, too afraid to get up for fear that his body would betray him and you see the hard on he was trying desperately to get rid of. Seeing you in class was hard enough but when he watched you in what seemed like your natural element it changed something in him.

He watched as you sat on the couch in his office, your hair tied back and your glasses slowly sliding down your face, every once in a while you had to push them back in place. Tom couldn’t help but smile at the faces you made while reading the essays, a look of annoyance when you read over an obvious mistake or the way your eyebrows furrowed when you wrote the feedback. He tried his hardest to keep his laughter inside whenever you got distracted and drew little faces in the margins. He hated to admit it, it made him feel terrible, but he was a professor falling for his student

“Professor I’m not sure about this” You said getting up from the couch as you walked towards his desk. Your voice knocked him out of his trance as he watched you hand the paper to him, “See the evidence goes along with the topic sentence but the explanation is still choppy” 

You watched as Tom took the paper from you, your breathing hitching when his hands grazed over yours. You shook your head reminding yourself that you were already here because your stupid feelings and if you kept letting yourself indulge in what was supposed to be your punishment you were going to end up in the deans office.

“I see what you mean,” Tom said looking over the paper, “just circle the paragraph and place it in the pile and I’ll look over it later.” He looked up, surprised to see how close you were to him, your chest inches away from his face. It was just his luck that you decided to wear a low cut dress today.

“Okay” You replied, taking the paper from him as you slowly moved back to the couch. Tom glanced at the clock noticing how late it was getting, “Well it’s getting late and you probably want to spend the you weekend somewhere way entertaining than here so you can leave, punishment over”

“Are you sure? I still owe you two more days and it doesn’t feel fair to end my punishment early” You said, grabbing another paper. You weren’t sure if you wanted to stay because it actually felt unfair or if you really just wanted an excuse to keep spending time with him. 

“Well if you insist, '' he chuckled, a part of him happy that you weren’t eager to leave, “But we can finish this tomorrow afternoon, I’ll walk you out”

You gathered your things, meeting Tom at the door where he waited for you, his hand resting on your back as he guided you out the room, locking the door behind him. “It’s dark, I’ll walk you to your car, Where are you parked?” Tom said looking at the parked cars on the street

“I don’t drive” You said awkwardly, “But my dorm is only a few blocks away from here I don’t mind walking”

Tom shook his head, “No way I’m letting you walk, it's too dangerous, I’ll drive you.” You watched as he took his keys out his pocket unlocking the black BMW parked across the street.

“Are you sure? I don’t want to get in the way” you looked down on your feet, here you were again too flustered to even look at him. Tom chuckled at your nervousness, “Don’t worry about it. I insist on it.” Your breath hitched as he placed his hand on your back again, guiding you towards the car.

It only took a few minutes for him to get to your dorm building, “well here we are” He said, parking his car before looking at you. You glanced at him nervously, “Thanks Professor”

“Call me Tom” he chuckled, “But only when were alone”

You wanted to punch yourself for feeling butterflies but you couldn’t help it. “Well Tom” You laughed, calling him by his name felt weird, “thank you”

He watched as you moved to grab the door handle but froze, “Oh I forgot to ask you about your assignment”

“What’s up?” he shrugged. “Well I know you wanted us to write about how the author uses the women in his novel to display power but I can’t write about that. The author clearly doesn’t see the woman as symbols of power he sees them as sex objects, which is shown multiple times throughout the text so I can’t write about something that isn’t true”

“So you don’t believe sex is a form of power?” Tom questioned trying not to smile at the way your brows furrowed in concentration

“Of course I believe sex is a form of power but for the author to display women having sex as a symbol for powerful femininity the woman would have to own their sexual desires and wants”

Tom chuckled, “If you really feel so strongly about that then write about it, I’d love to hear more about what you have to say about owning your sexual desires. Seems to me you know a lot about that” 

“Oh my god” You hide your face in your hands, “I didn’t even realize-”

“Don’t be embarrassed, if you can’t joke about it then you’ll let it eat you alive” Tom chuckled

“Well” you smiled, “I should probably get to writing”

“Yeah you should”

You both didn’t even noticed the way you both began to slowly lean into each other, the tension in the car growing thick

“Goodnight professor”

“It’s Tom” He said with a smile

You scrunch your nose, “Goodnight Tom”

Your faces were inches away from each other. He couldn’t help but steal a quick glance at your lips before looking back at your eyes. You’d be lying if you said you didn’t do the same, “Goodnight y/n”

You both stayed silent, letting the tension take over. Your lips grazing over each other. The kiss was slow at first but it soon progressed into passionate open mouth kisses, both of you giving into your desires.

Your hands reached to grab his face, shocked at how soft his cheeks felt. “Wait wait wait” Tom said, pulling away slowly. 

You caught your breath, wiping your lips as you moved back into your seat, “I should probably go”

Before Tom could say a word you were out the car rushing towards the dorm building. “Fuck” he said to himself as he leaned back into his seat. He knew he’d fucked up, but he couldn’t help the way he felt when he kissed you.

///

When you knocked on Tom’s office door the next day you were even more nervous than you were Monday. You were too embarrassed and instead of facing the problem head on you did what you did best, ignored it. 

You spent the afternoon on the couch, headphones on as an excuse to block out Tom. If you had a question you didn’t ask it and when you had a comment you didn’t say it. It was pure torture for you and Tom, yet you both chose to ignore the elephant in the room.

As the hours passed and the sun began to set Tom’s patience was growing thin. He couldn’t pretend like the kiss never happened, and if he was being honest with himself he wanted more.

You sighed in frustration, as hard as you tried to concentrate on the papers in front of you, you just couldn’t. Thoughts about last night flooded your brain making it hard to concentrate on even the simplest sentences. You threw the paper on the couch, ripping your headphones off, “I’m sorry but this silence is killing me, can we just get this awkward conversation over with”

“Alright well” Tom stared at you, unsure what to say. Yes he felt wrong but he also didn’t care. He got a taste of you and now he wanted more, “I apologize for what happened, it was completely unprofessional on my part”

You cleared your throat trying to find the right response, “yeah, well, I'm sorry too, we were both in the wrong and it shouldn’t have happened and I’m really hoping we can just move past this” 

“Yes I agree” Tom nodded his head, “So how are those papers coming along?”

You shrugged, sitting down in the exact leather chair you’d sat in on Monday, “There needs to be a study group or something, I mean if this is the writing skills of our future world leaders I’m honestly a little concerned”

Tom chuckled, his hands instinctively reaching for his tie, something you noticed he did subconsciously. Your heart skipped a beat as your stomach fluttered, “god get a grip girl” You thought as you blinked your lust filled thought away.

Tom smirked, noticing your reaction to the way you reacted to him, “Yes well not everyone has an easy time with writing as you do”. He touched his tie again, this time tugging on the knot a little.

Your breath hitched as your brain went foggy. A low chuckle leaving his mouth as you shook your head, “Well I’m not that great of a writer, I mean I have countless drafts that no one sees”

“Really?” Tom played with his tie, loving how much the simple habit affected you, “How many drafts did you make before you sent that email?”

Your eyes widening in surprise, “no drafts. Drunk me is the best writer”

Tom smiled, getting up from his seat as he moved to stand in front of you. You watched as he leaned against his desk. You bit your lip as you leaned back into the chair, enjoying the way that Tom seemed so much taller than you.

“You know you probably shouldn’t say that to your professor”

You smirked, “There’s a lot of things I shouldn’t say to my professor” You were playing with fire but the heat felt too good, it made you want to know what the burn felt like. “Fuck it, what’ve you got to lose” You thought to yourself as you smiled.

“Oh yeah?” Tom’s eyebrow raised in question as he leaned down towards you, his face only inches from you, “things like what?”

You smiled bringing your lips close to his ear, “Like how much I want you to fuck me”

The groan that left Tom had your thighs clenching together, “Yeah you definitely shouldn’t tell me that.” You chuckled as you leaned back in the seat, Tom’s eyes moved over your body like you were a work of art, “but then again as a teacher I probably shouldn’t want to fuck my student so badly”

Your lips parted in surprise as Tom smirked, his fingers gently trailing up your thigh. Your breath hitched in anticipation but a disappointed sigh left your mouth when his hand didn’t move past the hem of your short dress. “If this happens no one can know”

You nodded your head as his hand grabbed your chin, keeping your head in place and forcing you to look into his eyes, “Words darling”

“No one finds out” You gulped, your body frozen. You could feel yourself getting wet from the power he held over you. The feeling of his having control over you was intoxicating

“And you understand that I will never use this against you? You can leave right now and I will forget this ever happened and we can go right back to our normal professional student-teacher relationship”

“I understand professor” You nodded, wanting nothing more than for his hands to be all over you. 

“Good girl” He smiled, placing a quick kiss on your forehead, “Now go sit on my desk and spread those legs”

You smiled, quickly doing as you were told. Tom chuckled, amused by your excitement. You watched as he got on his knees, his eyes never leaving yours as he places kisses up your thighs, occasionally leaving a mark that would stay for days to come. “You’re so wet, all this over a couple of kisses?” He teased

Before you could answer Tom moved your underwear aside, placing a gentle kiss on your clit. You moaned, your hand instinctively reaching for his hair. “I knew you would taste good,” He said, licking his lips. He ate you like you were his last meal, licking and slurping you like a starving man. 

You’d never been more thankful that the school was empty on Saturdays, no one around to hear the moans that Tom was coaxing out of you. “Oh god” Your hips shamelessly bucking against his face as he pulled your legs onto his shoulder.

“Tom please” You whimpered as his tongue slowed down to a teasing pace. He groaned, his large hand slapping your thigh, “It’s professor.” His voice was demanding and powerful. Your eyes rolled back as his fingers stretched you, toes curling as he effortlessly found your g-spot. “Professor please I’m gonna cum”

“Cum for me baby” He moaned, “I want your cum all over my face”

His fingers moved faster as you reached your breaking point, loud moans leaving your mouth as your back arched. You could feel Tom smirking against your clit as your legs began to slightly shake. 

“You sound so pretty when you cum” Tom said as he stood up, your cum making his face glisten in the last bits of light that came from the windows of the office. You couldn’t help yourself, grabbing his shirt to pull him closer as you licked your cum off his face. 

“Someone’s eager” He joked as you kissed down his neck. “Hmm I can’t help it, you just look so sexy with my cum on your face. Plus I’ve been wanting this all semester so are you gonna give me what I want or am I gonna have to get it from someone else”

Tom’s jaw tightened as he grabbed your wrist, “Don’t be a brat or I’ll edge you all night and leave you with nothing”

You whimpered as Tom pulled you off the desk, “Now if I remember correctly,” you watched as he loosened his tie, “You wanted to wear this.” You nodded your head, watching as he took off the blue and white tie, taking a deep breath as he placed it around your neck. 

“And as much as I love you in this dress, I think I’d prefer for you to be out of it” He smirked. You chuckled, turning around so he could unzip the dress, letting the fabric pool at your feet. Tom’s arms snaked around your body he pulled your back into his. His fingers playing with your nipples, squeezing and pulling the sensitive area. You bit your lip, rubbing your ass against his hard on, your pussy desperate for more attention.

“Professor” You wined, “I want you”

“So needy baby” He chuckled against your skin as he kissed up your shoulder and neck, “Don’t worry, you’ve been a good girl I won’t tease you too much”

Your head rested against his shoulder as his hand twisted the tie, making it tighter around your throat, “Is this okay?” You nodded, wincing when his hand roughly slapped your ass, “Come on sweetheart you're smart enough to know that when I ask a question I expect an answer. Now use your words”

“Yes Professor” You said moaning as his hand gently rubbed the area he’d just hit. Tom quickly unbuckled his pants, pushing them down as he aligned himself with you. He teasingly rubbed the head of his cock on your clit, loving the low whimpers that escaped your mouth as your hips jolted up. 

Tom’s grip on your hips tightened, pushing you down into the desk as he bottomed you out. You moaned loudly as he began to thrust into you, “This is what you wanted right? Your professor fucking you like a slut”

You gripped the desk, trying your best to keep your balance. Tom gripped the tie again, the fabric pulling your head back. “Faster please Professor” You begged as you moved your hips. 

His hips sped up as his hand moved in front of you tracing figure eights on your clit. You became light headed from how tight the tie was but you couldn’t care less it all felt too good. “Sir Please It’s too much I’m gonna cum”

“Go on baby cum on my cock, give it to me” Tom sped up, becoming needier as he came closer to cumming. He pulled your body into his, fucking up into you as he kissed the harsh line where the tie met your skin. The sensation was too much for you as you came, your walls squeezing Tom, milking his cock of all his cum as he came shortly after you.

Your body went limp, leaning against the desk so you didn’t fall to the floor. Tom sighed, pulling out of you, groaning when he saw his cum leaking out your abused hole. “You did so good” Tom whispered as he kissed up your spine, “Such a good girl for me”

You slowly got up, turning around to face him as you wrapped your arms around his neck. Tom smiled, picking you up and moving you to the couch, where you sat cuddled in his arms. “Are you okay?” he asked, still placing kisses all over your body

“I’m cold” You said, your head resting against his shoulder. He chuckled, quickly grabbing his jacket from his chair before returning to your tired body. You laid in his lap with his jacket wrapped around you, Tom’s hand running up and down your spine as he kissed your forehead.

You glanced at the clock, “it’s getting late”

Tom sighed, “let’s just stay like this for a little while, then we’ll get you dressed and I’ll drive you to your dorm”

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Drunk in Love

Summary:  Getting drunk and confessing your love for your “boy” friend and fucking him was most definitely not what you expected to go down on the usual night.

Pairing: Issei Matusukawa x Reader

Tags: Timeskip!Tattoed Mattsun, softdom!issei Hurt/comfort, friends to lovers, smut, fluff, virgin!reader, Unptrotected sex, non-penetrative sex, fingering, oral, pussy/thigh job, clit slapping, sweet dirty talk, praise, drunk sex

Word count: 7.2k

A/N: I heard pussy job and I wrote a whole ass novel

18+ Minors DNI

You run your finger over the condensation of your empty drink, drawing shapes (or what you thought to be shapes, you couldn’t tell at this point) waiting for your dear friend, Makki to bring you a refill of your cocktail.  

“Here ya go.” Makki said as he returned with your beloved Malibu Sunset. The smooth coconut rum bringing you back to your first and favorite drink that you ever got drunk on in high school. You smiling at the memory

“Thanks.” you say. Your reply being mumbled by the liquid already in your mouth.

This all started with Iwaizumi calling Mattsun up, you and Makki hearing “You wanna get wasted?” on the other side of the phone. And with pleasure, you two were already packing your stuff up, shoving yalls “pregame” bottles back in the bag. The three of you made your happy way there climbing through the fence of the abandoned skate park you were in. Needles to say it was abandoned for a reason, but what’s life without a little danger.

You three and the rest of the third years have been friends since high school, meeting in freshman year, and now including Oikawa’s girlfriend. You actually didn’t like Oikawa at first, his “pretty boy” demeanor making you internally cringe. But his personality grew quickly on you, being the perfect target to tease you and Iwa clowning him over everything.

Now back to you on your nth drink, complaining about your previous job that fired you because u got injured, even though you know you wouldn’t have lasted long there anyways because you weren’t that academically inclined. Bright? Whatever you wanted to call it.

And as-usual it wasn’t long before your crybaby ass immediately called Makki and Issei and “tried” your best to tell them what happed with your dramatic self-induced tears running down you race, while Makki urged to you to try to calm down and Issei straight up laughing at the state your were in, snot running out of your nose. You recoiling at the thought, hoping they forgot. (Spoiler, they didn’t)

But now you nanny for a rich couple and you get payed good to play with cute babies all day, sounds good to you! Luckily, you had the week off due to them going on a vacation, you think it was France, no, the south of France. Must be nice.

Cue to now, Mattsun chuckling and leaning on you and Iwaizumi; both of you, especially Iwa, being visibly done with his shit. Him reminding you about the times you bought him some random shit, which you went out of your way for since he always payed for you, like that chopper keychain because you said it reminder you of him.

He didn’t know what compelled you to say his 6’2, tattooed built self looked like a tiny reindeer but okay. It still meant a lot to him, hooking it onto his motorcycle keys. But you knew he appreciated it, despite his appearance he’s a softie.

“You wanna try this’” He says gaining his composure offering you one of the shots he got.

You took one of the mini glasses, not being the type to back down and promptly swung the drink to the back of your mouth, quickly coughing before it even reached your throat.

“This shit is fucking gross.” You coughed out bringing the glass down from your lips.

  “Imagine being sober. Can’t relate.” He said taking another shot.

  “I guess I should do that but ive passed the point of giving a fuck” You said sending yall into a giggling fit while somehow Makki was thrown in to support yall from falling over. You two carry on laughing ignoring everyone’s stares at you thinking about how much yall fit perfectly together.  

   Makki rearranges himself to sit back in his chair, far away, from the both of you, whispering “Damn. I’m really third wheeling.” under his breath. Getting a snicker out of Oikawa sitting next to him.

   “When your best friends are ignoring you. Sad times.” He continues bringing his bottle to his mouth getting no response.

  Issei chuckles and gets up shoving his hands in his pocket reaching for the cigarettes. Pulling them out while failing to find his lighter

  “Fuck.” He muttered

  “Any’all got a light?”

  No one responds so you sacrifice yourself “Yeah” you say reaching into your pocket grabbing out your prized possession of a hot pink, bedazzled lighter that you did yourself, reaching out to hand it to him.

  “Don’t lose it” you stated seriously trying not to break a smile.

  “K’ sweet cheeks.” He said smirking into the butt between his lips as he walked away. Your face now burning up, hoping that everyone would think it was because of the alcohol.

  You mind wanders, thinking about the “dates” you two go on, from watching shows you “forcing” him to watch some romantic anime, to going to the skatepark, to playing video games with the rest of the 3rd years (which you don’t really like but you’ll play for him) and him surprising you with takeout, you bringing out candles trying your best to make it cute with him telling u everything you everything about his day.

  And you always tried to remain calm, even though sometimes he deserved to get his ass beat, like that one time he broke one of your favorite pair of heels. It honestly hurt him even more, he wanted you to get mad at him but no, you just acted like nothing happened. Making the guilt rise in him. Let’s just say didn’t have to lift a finger for the next few weeks.

You basically babied him, taking care of all his “chores”, mainly making him food when you were at his place knowing he hated doing it. Makki teasing you for acting like his housewife, leading to you slapping the shit outta him while trying to cover your now red cheeks.

You’ve never been so grateful for your attire at the moment, blessing yourself for not wearing your usual outfits of short skirts and cute tops, defending yourself saying what housewife dresses in beat up vans and baggy clothes. You definitely not imaging yourself in that position for the rest of the day.

 You expressed that you just liked to take care of people, which was true. You always looked out for them, bringing an extra umbrella, to bringing cookies you made at 2 in the morning to school, always carrying band-aids (yes, the paw patrol ones you took from the kids you babysit).

You checked the time on your phone seeing it was late since the sun at last went down, your lock screen being your dogs to their complaint since they have a group photos of you all from high school as theirs. To which you replied “They’re my babies” getting a groan and huff out of them.

  Seeing the notifications of your group chat you grinned at the contact name you and Issei gave each other; yall jokingly call each other pet names, his contact being honeybun and yours being pumpkin, even including Makki in your contacts as pudding bc then it wasn’t weird, right? no.

  “What’re you smiling at y/n?” Oikawa cheekily asks teasing you. You turn to him giving him a dirty look, not having enough energy to deal him right now.

  “Don’t listen to his bullshit.” Oikawa’s girlfriend says. You’re thankful for her. She was always on your side, being the only other girl in your friend group. To be honest you just wanted her and you to hang out most of the time, but of course to your disapproval her boyfriend and his friends had to join in.

  “Fuck this. Fuck you. I’m sleeping.” You say getting up to her objection, the only thing on your mind wanting to retire for the night.

  “You sure you’ll be fine? Let us at least walk you home.” She said already grabbing her boyfriend’s arm.

  “Nah, im good. I live right down the road.” You try to say not slurring. The last thing you want is him teasing you even more, especially in this state, knowing you, you’d probably start crying at the slightest irritation when youre this drunk.

    You started to “walk” towards your house resting  your hand against the brick walls to not lose your balance, leading you to run into Issei. You stopped to watch him lean against the alley holding a cigarette between his index and middle finger.

  “I’m hiding like a bitch” He says noticing you, resting his weight against the wall.

 “Wanna be a bitch with me? He grinned  blowing out the smoke out with his words.

You didn’t reply, just walking over to him, just being around him made you feel warm.

"Fuck its windy.” He says trying to light a new cig.

“C’you make me a house?” He asks.

You go up and put your hands around his cigarette, this not being your first time. Your hands wrap a little tighter to prevent the wind from burning out his flame. He joins you with his free hand helping, finally getting his cig to light.

 “Thanks doll” He smirks.

“No problem princess.” You reply earning a laugh out of him.

He takes his first hit with his and your hands still wrapped around it. He gets an up-close look at your hands, noticing how tiny they were, seeing all the scars that he never noticed, making a mental note to ask you how you got them later.

His head gets close to yours for the first time in a while due to his height. You glance at his face, noticing his features seeing some stubble growing on his face.

“You ain’t shave?” You ask, never seeing it in the past, while he was moving back up, blowing the smoke away from you.

“What, you don’t like my majestic beard? “He jokes. Making you giggle almost losing your balance before catching yourself on the wall.

  “s’too much work.” He starts. “You wanna shave it for me?” he says slightly leaning towards you. Handing you back your lighter knowing you didn’t need him to carry it because your pants actually had pockets in them for once.

You let out a soft laugh not responding again. He catches on, you got quiet when you were tired and he made out that you were walking towards your house.

“You going home?” he asks already knowing the answer.

“Yeah.” You respond more than happy to have him walk you back, him already moving to walk next to you.

He walks you home, you two talking about random shit, both of you forgetting about your skateboards leaving Makki to deal with them. And even though you’re drunk as fuck you’re still in the right state of mind, carrying a normal conversation with him. But just because you’ve built a tolerance doesn’t mean you can do basic tasks, like walk correctly.

When he reaches your house, he types in the keycode, your first dogs birthday, being glad that you, him and Makki have each other’s memorized.

He leads you into you house setting you on the couch, petting your dogs that ran up to him.

“Mommy’s not feeling too good” He said giving them the affection they deserved.

“Yes I am.” You slurred getting them attention on you now.

He walked over to your counter putting on the playlist that you two made together on shuffle, High fashion being the first to play. You didn’t like when it was quiet because too many thoughts would run though your head. You were in no way sad, singing the lyrics while you were laughing barely being able to hold yourself up as proof.

Remembering you were tired, he takes you off the couch and borderline carries you to your room, , setting you on your plush blankets that you had so many of because it was warm and comfy.

 “Easy, there. Try to sit up.”He said, trying to ask you what draws your pj’s were in because he didn’t want to snoop around; neither of you being bothered that you were half naked, what’s the difference between panties and a bikini, he thought remembering the times you’ve been to the beach together.  

Well it was maybe the fact that you were clinging onto him because u stumbled into him and he was closest stable thing around and you wouldn’t let go because it was cold and you couldn’t stop shaking.

 He ignores his thoughts and grabs the shirt he got out figuring you don’t need to change your bra because you told him and Makki that it was normal to keep it on for a few days after they were in awe as you were explaining how expensive they were. You calling Oikawa’s girlfriend to prove your point as she immediately agreed with you…Sometimes you might have got a little too comfortable with them.

You hear the song in the background change to Love Songs, you humming along, “Hope you smile when you listen.”

You were still holding on to him, your boobs squeezing against him, him only being able to put a t-shirt on you, while you looked up at him with your red glossy eyes making him burn up.  

You fidget timidly with your face now in his chest while gripping his sweater. Trying to build up the little courage you had. He tilts your head up making you look at him, wondering what you were thinking about.

  You try to express yourself, but you can’t get the words out him having no idea what is going on in your head at the moment.

“It’s okay to be nervous sometimes. Tell me” He gently says reading your body language. He was intuitive, so there was no way you could hide your feelings from him.

But you knew you could trust him, him having full self-control, always staying collected and following through on what he said he’d do.  He went out of his way to avoid any friction coming between you two, him never raising his voice or starting an argument.

“We need to talk.” You started. “About something important.”

“Ok…What is it?” He questioned rubbing his hands on your back. You were so nervous, were you really about to say this? Confess your feelings that you’ve pushed to the back of your heart for so long?

“I… I l… I love your face. And the stuff in it. and around it.” You spoke, being surprised you did it stutter.

He stood there, hands stopped moving trying to process what you just said.

“Just you, in general…”  You finally confess trying to state three things at once barely getting your words out.

But he understood exactly what you meant, or maybe he was warping what you said to fit what he wanted.

  "I don’t even know when I started liking you, but this shit won't go away." You restated

  Nope. He clearly just heard you say that.

  He doesn’t understand what’s so different about today. Yall have been in this scenario multiple times taking care of each other, sometimes including another into the mix.  

You didn’t understand either. You just felt like the time was right, even though you know it wasn’t the best idea to confess while you were drunk off your ass.

But you couldn’t help it, your feelings overflowing, which you never until this day let get the best of you, being vulnerable and trusting is not your usual . Youve never even had a crush on anyone, him being to only in your whole life to make you blush.

  Who you been vibin' wit and why I can't make you mine?

  You should have seen the signs that you feel for him when he helped that lady that lives down the street from him set up her Christmas lights or when he first met your dog that wasn’t fond of men, but it instantly liked him. And you loved his selflessness it was something you admired and applauded.

  “y/n” He tries talking you down, making sure you weren’t just saying this because of alcohol, deep down knowing he felt the same, you always being in the back of his mind.

You were generous with your time too, always being there for him. You knew he was softer than he appeared, he was tender, sensitive and vulnerable. He tried his hardest to not get into situations where anyone would get hurt, like breakups, arguments, and so on.

Which is why he won’t make the first move. He pushes his feelings to the back of his head. He values your friendship more than anything, but he can see what develops. If love is meant to be, it will happen.

I told you I am down for the worse or the better. But I keep sticking to you cause them four stupid letters

    “You make me so happy. And I’ll always care about you. Okay? He says breaking the silence, trying to reassure you.  

  “You mean so much to me—something I can’t even put into words because nothing can compare- I’ve wanted you since that day you tripped and bust your ass in the school hallway I still want you even though you drive me insane.”

  “Iss-“ You tried to get out only to have him continue talking over you.

  "I love that you can’t leave the house without a jacket. I love the wrinkles that appear on your forehead after you call me crazy. I love that it takes you hours to get ready. I love that you always know how to make me feel better. I love that even when you don’t agree with my decisions you always trust me to make them.  I love that when I spend a day with you, I can still smell you on my clothes; and I love that you are the last person I think of  before I go to sleep at night."

  You stood there awestruck for what feels like eternity until you mustered the bravery to speak “I didn’t expect you to feel the same way-” You said, being dumbfounded because from what you’ve seen treats everyone “nice”, were you really getting special treatment?

  He tilts your chin up, locking his dark eyes with yours. “Baby I don’t know if your notice but you and Makki are my only people that aren’t my family that call me my first name.”

He has a point. You think pushing yourself more into him, trying to fuse your bodies together to hide, not relaxing what you were doing to him. He tries to nudge your legs to the side but you won’t let go still clinging onto him.

“fuck” He groans. You pulling back wondering why until you looked down and noticed. A smirk appeared on your face as you reattached your self to him like velcro. You were feeling bold, the liquid courage still in your system driving you to slide your fingers down his chest, looking him in the eyes before stopping at his waistband.  

He knows what you’re doing, him being in this position multiple times. Does he really want to ruin your friendship like this? He hasn’t even asked you to be his girlfriend. He tries to push you off him already knowing you were gonna complain. But what he didn’t expect was for you to whimper out his name in that pretty voice of yours.

 He tried to keep his calm, blood already rushing down. “You know what you’re doing”

“yeah” You start.

“y’don’t want me?” Giving him your pouty face that you know he’s weak for, hoping that’ll work, insecurity piling up. Was it because your boobs weren’t that big or that fact that you were dressed like man? Was he not attracted to you right now, only liking you when you were dolled up?

“Fuck” You think. You should have worn something cute instead of dressing like a whole ass man even with your makeup fully done. Its not like you were supposed to know you were gonna get fucked today.

His were burning holes into you now, thinking of how to say “No, I would be more that happy to fuck you!” to his best friend, soon regaining his consciousness finally speaking.

“Fuck no doll, ive wanted you for a minute. You know me better than I know myself. How did you not notice my feelings?”

 You got me singing love songs, love songs, love songs

“You’re really hard to read” You replied trying to maintain your seductive act, resting your hands back on his chest.

“So are you.” He said lowering his head, you still looking up at him, taking in your gleaming eyes.

Sex ain't the only thing that's on my mind But you get me so excited, whoa

Your heart was beating so wildly that you could only take little sips of breath. His hands running down your waist stopping at your hips.

“Can I kiss you?" He asks "...yeah” you attempted to say as confidently as you could, nodding your head along with it.

His face bent down, hot mouth breathing over you. His lips slowly moved, brushing over yours, the liquor on his lips that you hated; only choosing fruity drinks even though you got relentlessly teased you for it.  You pushed further into the kiss desperately wanting more. Your teeth clicking his from being impatient, wanting to suck him in. Your hands sliding under his shirt subconscious desires reaching out.

Irreplaceable Tattoos from your neck that drop down to your ankles

“You’re drunk…” he says snapping you out of your trance.

“So are you.”

He dove in for another kiss much more passionate than the previous one, arguably needy, pusing you on the bed to which you more than happily comply. He tugs back not letting his mind get the best of him, disconnecting your spit trial leaving you panting. “You sure this alright?” He says deep down hoping you still say yes.

  You pull him back for your answer, your grabby little hands working their way back up his shirt. He gets the hint and pauses your lips rendezvous, taking off the turtleneck that he looked oh so good in, before seeing his unclothed body.  You’re admiring his body in a new way, before just complimenting him whenever he got a new tattoo, now up under him tracing them like a lovestruck teenager.

“When did you get this one?” You quietly ask, his ears closer to you than they’ve ever been.

“I got it that day you faked sick”

“What! You said were gonna take me!” You sulked, turning your head away from his as much as you could, crossing your arms.

He let out a slight laugh before gently taking your face in his hands, guiding you back into the kiss.

This is not really what he imagined for your first time. He’s an old-fashioned romantic who likes to take one step at a time. But then again nothing was ever normal with you. That said, when he falls in love, he falls deep.

“You’ve done this before?” You uttered.

“Hmm?” He mumbles, unmoving his lips from you kissing you, moving towards your neck.

“You still with that other girl?”

“No. I broke it off her, everything that came out of her mouth was bullshit, and no she wasn’t my girlfriend.”

“You didn’t trust her? You added. Trying to distract him until you could think of a way you could say “hey in my 21 years of life I’ve never got passed kissing a guy.”

“Our relationship was purely built on lies, I’d second guess everything she said. He replied, wondering if you were interrogating him.

“Why’d you wanna know?” He asked bringing his face up from your skin.

“…No one’s ever touched me like this, fuck.” You bashfully admitted, thoughts racing through your head that he didn’t want you anymore because you weren’t experienced.

But he knew what was running through that pretty head of yours, his fingers reaching out to with your hair trying to comfort you.

“You’re a virgin?” He curiously asked dragging his hand to your cheek, you leaning into it.

“y-yeah” you muttered trying to move your eyes away from his looking down at his body.

“I thought you had a boyfriend before” he said, softly turning your jaw to make you look at him. Your eyes diverted from his arms back to his eyes.

“We weren’t actually dating” You quickly say trying to clear up the misunderstanding. “He was my friend and seatmate that pretended to be my fake boyfriend to get me out of some trouble” you spewed out “and I guess I forgot to tell everyone that it was fake.”

“Even if we were that doesn’t mean we fucked.” You sheepishly replied.

“So… what trouble did your fake boyfriend get you out of.” He questioned knowing how much trouble it must have been for you, miss independent, to go to such lengths.

“Umm, well…this guy wouldn’t stop flirting with me even after I told him I don’t like him, even following me to my other classes.”

He wasn’t surprised, you were definitely a sight for sore eyes, in fact the prettiest thing he’s laid his eyes on, your beaming eyes, your dimple when you smiled, your pretty face, your “ugly” laugh, he could go on for days.

“Why are we talking about this” You whined, reaching your hand back out to him.

He took a hint and continued kissing you, bringing you closer to him while you attempted to take you shirt off. His hands helping you seeing as that you were struggling, being lost in his touch, finishing by moving you up more on you bed, pushing your plushies out of the way, to your protested because “they had feelings too.”

He ignored you, bending down to pull your panties off stopping once he saw the slick coming through them.

“Fuck baby you’re wet” He breathed dragging his fingers across your clothed slit earing a whimper from you, leaving his fingers drenched.

 Shawty, you wanna feel good, I wanna feel good too Don't I make you feel good?

“M’always wet.” you responded.

From what? He questions taking off your soaked cotton panties, tossing them to the side.

“From me?” He smirks bringing his hand back towards your heat. You not even comprehending what he just said, just knowing that you’re ashamed of how worked up you were getting.

You were in awe. You’ve always known his hands were big, but in this situation your mind wondered. His fingers were so much bigger than yours knowing you can barely fit two inside your with out it hurting, and not in a good way.

“Do you know how pretty you are? It’s honestly distracting.”. He says kissing down your whole body, stopping at your breasts, licking lazily around and coming back to the nub. The attention on your nipples making you squirm and he finally lets go, you grateful that he stopped or you would have almost cum, how embarrassing.

“I thought you said were gonna get them pierced” He remembered, you going on a whole rant about how cute they were.

“You said u were gnna get em with me” You looked back on, reminding yourself making him promise to get them with you because you were too scared of the pain.

“That was the same day you played sick and I got that tattoo.” He stated lightening the mood, hoping you can calm yourself down before you actually embarrass yourself.

He picks back up and continues kissing all the way down your body, you playing with his hair while biting your lip to muffle your moans and whine until he reaches your entrance.

He parted your legs, your pussy laid out before him, believing you no have reason to be shy about it either. He paused, admiring your swollen cunt and puffy clit, you were beautiful.

The feeling that he didn't want anyone else ever in his position overtook him. He let out a little breath on your clit and you thrashed around. He wasn't going to play. “I’ll take care of you.”

His lips travel over your skin, light and heated before settling himself between your legs, grabbing you by your thighs and dragging you closer. “That tickles.” you giggle, nerves making you kick your legs, almost hitting him in the face before he grabs them. He puts them down locking your legs with his arms, lowering himself until he’s on the ground facing you.

“Does it make you nervous when I stare?” he teases while your covering your face trying to hide the blush he caused.  He puts his mouth on you, quickly gripping your thighs, his hands leaving imprints in your skin dragging you even more into him, deprived kisses taking over your body. 

“yer so pretty” You purred seeing the sight of his big build between your legs, your fingers grabbing onto his curly dark locks, tugging them.

  Issei moans, his voice radiating through your body, forcing out a cry, blessing him with your pretty voice. “I-Issei!” You cry, never feeling like this before, your vibrator and hands doing it no justice.

“Shh, just look at me, doll.”

You can barely make out what he says, so drunk on pleasure. You try your best, doing anything to see the pretty man beneath you. But you get interrupted by your pleasure, your back arching not being able to control your body, grinding down to meet his lips, heat rising in you.

He kisses through your wetness playing with your bud. You choking on your spit, back arching again your body tensing up. “Issei,” You beg, grabbing him knowing what you want but not being able to express it. Luckily he can read you like an open book, knowing what you want, driving you over the edge as he makes you see stars. “Good girl,” he sighs when he feels you let go of his wrist letting him bring you your first orgasm.

“Look at your thighs shaking so much.” He teasingly cooed, wrapping his hands around them, bringing you out of your daze.

Shawty, your body is so exciting

Arching your back into the blankets, letting out a whine “Want your fingers.”.

He lets out a condescending laugh. “You need to learn to be patient. You just came and you’re already so eager for more?”

But by the time he finished your body went limp, you were totally weak, body loose-limbed and pliant. Your mind clouded by lust and deep in your own world. You gasped out a little sob, unable to comprehend anything beyond the discomfort and the need to have it gone. You can’t think straight all you can do is take action, grabbing his arm him easing his fingers into to you.

It’s not too tight, is it?” you ask clenching around his fingers.

 “Just relax… let yourself feel it” He says barely being able to move in you. Fuck so were so tight.

“I love the way you look with my fingers inside you.” He added starting to thrust them inside you, making you let out a string of moans.

“Look how good you take it.”  

“Fuck, you’re so messy.” He groaned feeling the slick running down his hands, before taking them out.

“Issei-i,” You cried when he pulled away, pleasure leaving you, tears coming back.

  He shushes you easily, his fingers wiping your tears. You were so precious to him, your moans music to his ears.  He slows down repositioning his fingers, making you let out a whimper squeezing around them. Your brains so crowded you can’t focus, can’t gather the strength to speak when he thrust them faster inside you.

  Your eyes rolled to the back of your head as you fell back, fingers curling inside you, chanting his name over and over, incoherent words coming out of your mouth begging for more. 

You pussy tightens as you cum, unable to breath, letting out gasps and whines. Him still fucking you, fingers not stopping, pushing them in and out relentlessly feeling both pain and pleasure. You lay there, wet in your own cum not giving yourself a break before you went and got what you really wanted, his cock.

His eyes followed the movement of your hands as they pushed down his boxers, revealing the length of his cock, that jutted proudly from his hips. He was so pretty, so virile and handsome. Wondering how lucky you were to be in such a position with him.

You pushed away those thoughts and focused on him, pulling him forward gently, but he followed his encouragement. One of his hands tilted his cock down toward your lips. “Open your mouth for me, baby.”

You parted them instantly, tongue sliding slightly outward, and then you whimpered as the warm weight of his cock slid into your mouth. You let your eyes flutter closed and swirled your tongue around the tip of his cock not knowing exactly what you were doing, but it was working, tasting the salty tang of the precum that wept from his leaking slit. You moved your tongue as the he put his hand into your hair, gripping the strands and pushing deeper into his mouth.

“You look so good on your knees like that. “He says meeting your eyes once again, almost cumming from the picture below him.

“Slowly, baby, I’m not going anywhere.” He says slowing you down by grabbing your hair, making a pace that you follow.

“Yeah, that’s it, baby, just like that.” Seeing that sinful look in your eyes with your redden swollen lips.

You moan feeling yourself drip down your thighs, getting even wetter giving him head. Trying to ease the discomfort by closing your legs, griding them together, trying to find some friction. Your ears hearing “That’s so fucking hot.” watching the scene unfold beneath him.

Your jaw hurts, trying got make him cum faster using your hands and lips together hollowing your cheeks. “Oh fuck, oh, Jesus, fuck yes, there, just like that, fucking Christ" he groans out, his voice sounded beautiful to your ears, knowing he was about to cum.

He finally lets go cumming in your mouth, you swallowing it all, trying not to wince at the taste. “Did I do good” You ask waiting for his reply. Your doll eyes, so red and worn out looking up at him for approval. Fuck he was whipped.

“Yeah…fuck baby”

I love when you get on top and you ride it

You get back under him, his cock resting on you, drenched and clenching around nothing, resting in your cum. You working yourself up against him.

“What makes you think I’m going to fuck you?” He says to your complaint.

“You’re not ready yet.” he mumbles against your whining. Spreading your legs, slapping your clit a few times before letting his cock rest on your folds. Finally getting “seated” he picks up your legs and puts them both on one of his shoulders your thighs warming his cock, your knees touching his cheek not moving, getting a kick out of how desperate your were for him.

“s-stop being mean” You cried reaching out for him to come closer, needing affection after all you’ve been though.

“Aww, poor baby, you want me to take care of it for you? He says leaning into you, reaching your kiss, tasting the remnants of the cum in your mouth.

He plundered your mouth and slowly teased his cock over your entrance, catching it against your clit and making you whimper into the kiss, clearly wanting to be fucked. Your kiss turned you sucking on Issei’s tongue and lips, biting the swollen pout until his lips were red and puffy. He pulled back and looked down at you, a beautiful mess under him.

His fat cock head pushed between your folds. The moan escaping both of your lips was primal. You were turned on beyond imagination and the way he was thrusting forward, spreading his leaking precum on your wet clit was almost too much. He quickly picked up his pace fucking your folds, his warm head brushing against your clit with every movement, but your greedy self wanted more.

The fact that he made you cum so easily made you proud. Just because you’ve never gone this far with someone else doesn’t mean you’ve never cum, you’ve had a lot of practice over the years, being insatiable, the sheets soaked underneath you from your previous orgasms being proof.

“Keep your eyes open, look at me, baby.” He moans getting your attention him.

You tried, you really tried, but the way he was stroking you, imagining what it’d be like to actually sit on his cock, the lewd sounds echoing in the background leaving you unable to focus.

He taps on your cheek eventually getting you look at him, keeping your mind on him by placing his fingers in your mouth you letting him, hazily sucking on them, not being able to close your mouth.

“Oh, baby, you’re drooling everywhere.” He grumbles. Your spit dripping onto his fingers, the friction of your thighs making him feral, moving at an even faster pace. Your body bouncing with every thrust.

“You gonna cum after I cum on your little clit? Come one more time for me, I know you’ve got it in you.” You sob feeling the puddle beneath you, time slowing, fire pooling in your tummy.  Listening to his words you let yourself go. You come with a silent scream as the pleasure ripped through your body, your nails scratching his soft skin. Your vison fading to black feeling him lose his rhythm and moaning a mixture of curse words along with your name, feeling him cum on your tummy before resting his head in your neck while letting your legs go.

“So good for me, look at how much you came.” He says breaking the static. You whining into his shoulder, emotions high, never doing this before.

“I know, baby, I know. I’m right here, just breathe.” He says. You two laying in silence for an unclear amount of time, him rubbing your back while you rest in his chest almost dozing off.

“Are we still…friends?” You croak out trying to hold back your sobs already knowing the answer that you two were defiantly not friends now and never would be just friends again.

“Friends don’t do this type of shit” He maintained grabbing your shoulders to sit you and him up. You were worried, did he only do this with you because he was drunk? You were anxious that you scared him away because you just poured your heart out to him and pushed yourself on him. You left your head down, tears already coming out to your dismay. You moved your hand up to wipe them but he beat you to it.

“Look at me… I love you.” He says holding your cheeks in his palm. You in awe, hoping that you weren’t imagining it, that this was real life.

“R-really” You question making him worry too, preferring to forgive and forget rather than letting this a divide between the two of you in case you went back on your feelings. You were so overwhelmed, never feeling love until this moment, so happy that the person you longed for liked you back. Yours tears running once again.

 “Shh, shh, it’s alright...Don’t cry.”

You don’t even know why you were crying, the hangover already getting to you making you get a headache. You groaning in his arms complaining that your head and throat hurt.

“Ill be back” he says detaching himself from you, letting you know he was coming right back.

He walks to your fridge opening it to see every drink but water, having too dig through all of them, especially the absurd amount of apple juice guessing it was your “once a year craving for it”. He finally got you some cold water, putting It in a cup and waked back to your room.

  “Issei” you whined not picking your head up from the pillow.

  “Shh baby im right here.”

  He sat down beside you on your bed lifting your head up. “Here drink this” he reassured, to which you ignored not wanting anything to go in your mouth, just wanting the day, or night as it was now, to end.

  “It’s just water, honey, look.” You sat yourself up with his help seeing him in just his boxers, you remembering your still naked, not caring enough to cover yourself. He held to glass to your mouth, babying you, tilting it far back enough to where you could drink it. The water hit the back of your mouth feeling like a shot making you cough.

“I know, it hurts. I’m sorry but we have to” He stated. You continued to drink it, feeling the stinging in the back of your throat, him comforting you, calling you “good girl” which was unsurprisingly working.

  He put the cup on your dresser when you finished, climbing back into bed with you leaning your body into his. “Have you ever thought about...us? Y’know, as an...item?” he said causing you to look at him with wide eyes.

 “Call me selfish, but I don’t ever want anyone else to touch you.” He insisted making you cheeks flush. You try to think of a way to respond, not wanting to keep him waiting.

“You’re the best thing that has, and ever will, happen to me. Not only am I deeply in love with you, you’re my best friend.” You stammer out, your shaky hands somehow made there way to his neck, letting them fall slowly before he grabs them dragging you in for a kiss before you got to even see his face.

“Everybody has always thought we’re a couple.” He continued taking his time kissing you all over your face. “Then I guess we should be.” You retort, kissing him back before you could see his reaction, not wanted to be embarrassed anymore today. But he caught you, holding you still “Really “y/n? Like deadass?” He asked.

  “Yes dummy, I want to be your girlfriend” You say causing him to grin swearing you’ve never seen him smile that big, before he gives you one last kiss.

  “I always kiss you on the cheek, why are you blushing now? He teases laying back down, you following along. You just snuggle into him mumbling something along the lines of “m’tired”, he understanding and speaking to you in a soft, gentle voice while helping you to bed, so he doesn’t make it harder for you to sleep by being loud. “I’m here love, I’m not going anywhere.” He whispers into your ear mkanig your heart swoon one last time before you pass out.

  “I l-love you issei.” You sleepily mumble.

“Tell me this when you’re sober.” He says stroking your head.

“Just relax, close your eyes...”He murmurs, your heart beating slower every second. Both of you together, lazy, slow presses. Limbs pressed together, chests heaving, fingers trailing down backs, tracing lazy patterns.

  “Oh!…” He remembers. “If you really wanna get them pierced, we could get matching ones.”

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[bomberqueen17]

that looping gif of surprised pikachu coming out of his own mouth

somehow today is friday, which seems unprecedented despite it happening every week, and i am not ready with an update, yet again, somehow? because somehow instead of finishing this fucking chapter, which i did realize on monday could be split so i did so i put up half of it and then i was going to finish the rest for today? somehow instead i didn’t do that? and i expected that to just kind of work itself out?

hang on i need to actually find that gif

no, i can’t figure out how to upload it here, never mind. you know the one.

anyway 

i have done a ton of the next chapter, including this:

“Does your ass say twelve miles to Gors Velen on it?” Ves said, delighted.

“Gors Velen’s only three, that way,” Roche said absently, then laughed. “If it does it’s far from the worst thing carved on me.”

Ves nodded. “The dick,” she said.

“You knew about that?” Roche demanded, disgusted, then turned on his heel and went and got back onto his horse, not waiting for an answer. Ves’s laughter was answer enough; they really didn’t need to get into it further.

but what i spent a ton of time on was this future scene, instead, which needs a lot of rewriting and also i need to set up the context before I write any more of it, but yes, I’m looping more Thronebreaker peeps in here than just Faengil despite literally never having played any of the games at all:

“So Meve puts you in a pretty collar,” Roche said, almost singsongy. “And you’re loyal to her, and she rewards you. And you’ll do anything to please her…” He trailed off, still staring into Gascon’s face. “Anything. And before you know it, you realize there’s nothing you won’t do.”

“There is nothing I won’t do,” Gascon said slowly, with an air of realization.

“There’s no easy road back from fanaticism,” Roche said. “Be careful what parts of yourself you strip away, to fit into that collar and make sure she never takes it off you.”

“I,” Gascon said, “it’s not-- it’s not--”

“It is,” Roche said. “You’re not a stray anymore, Gascon. You’ve been tamed a while now. You couldn’t go back, if she threw you out. She’d never let you. And you couldn’t do it. But me-- I’m a dog without a master now, and I do all right but I’ll never belong to anyone again. And it hasn’t destroyed me yet, but it’s going to, eventually.”

so anyway i may just uhhhh have the update day slip semi-permanently to Monday. (eyeroll)

*cough* i also wrote some of this, which, imagine this, was in a year-old abandoned document I had set aside and which I then resurrected because of lucet-weaving so we shall see if this becomes fiber nerdery or just remains smut and whether I can finally finish it or not.

Aiden’s teeth were sharp and he was clumsy with drink, so when he broke off to pant, “I wanna suck your cock,” Lambert laughed. 

“Buddy,” he said, “I want that too, but I’d rather try it sober.”

Aiden gave him a wounded look, and Lambert laughed. He’d managed to figure out the fasteners of Aiden’s trousers by now, and he tried to get his hand in and couldn’t quite manage it, so Aiden paused to help him get them the rest of the way unfastened. “Did you just turn me down for that?” Aiden demanded. 

“No,” Lambert said, “I asked if we could do it later.” He paused in his quest to get Aiden’s trousers open and looked up, suddenly a bit more sober. “Er. Unless this. Well. If you weren’t figuring on doing this more than this once.”

“Lamb,” Aiden said, distressed, and grabbed him by the back of the neck, yanking him in to clumsily mash their mouths together. “Lamb, I don’t even know what this is but I don’t want it to just be this.”

His clumsy grab had knocked them somewhat off-balance, and they rolled down on the ground next to the log. From this position Lambert had some more slack to work on Aiden’s trousers, and after a moment he realized what the difficulty was.

“Holy fucking shit,” he said, “Aiden, what--”

“It’s proportional,” Aiden said, already defensive. “Anyway you don’t have to--”

“Oh but I’m gonna,” Lambert said, and managed to extract the thing from Aiden’s trousers.

so i mean don’t hold your breath but there’s a lot in progress and we’re getting uhhhhh somewhere just not like. efficiently or whatever.

[obscurest-reference]

Lies

so i wrote something with the intention of focusing on my Stranger Things OC and then. it turned into Steddie so. (i rewrote the beginning to NOT include my OC and just turned into full-on Steddie)

genre: confession, fluff

warnings: swearing, drinking, weed mention

wc: 2,021

Lies

Steve threw a party.

But seriously, this victory was staggering. What better way to celebrate evil life forms getting obliterated by a high school freshman with weird mind powers than to throw a major get-drunk blowout party?

So Steve threw a party.

Eddie didn't drink. His poison of choice was weed, and the occasional hallucinogenic mushrooms. Him and Argyle got on well because of that. Eddie's weed had worn off a while ago, and frankly, he was too busy to try to find more.

Because Nancy drank. And when she drank, she drank. She might start off with beer, but soon she'd migrate to the mystery punch, and later she'd do vodka or tequila shots.

So Eddie was kept busy, watching Nancy, making sure she or anyone else around her didn’t do anything stupid. When Eddie first arrived at the house, he got spit on and called names, but it wasn’t anything he wasn't used to. But when Steve, Nancy, and Robin welcomed him, everyone sorta backed off. Now that everyone’s drunk, save for Eddie, Robin, and one other designated driver, they’re all just now realizing how… attractive Eddie is.

“Hey,” one girl says, stumbling over. “You’re that freak, huh? Heard you play guitar, right?”

Eddie studies her. “Yeah, not the kinda guitar you’d like, sweetheart.”

“Mmm…” she looks vaguely disappointed. “But you can still play guitar for me.”

“I’m a little busy right now.”

She follows his line of vision and watches as Nancy and Steve intertwine their arms and do another shot.

“Ohh,” the girl says. “Watching after your friends?”

“Something like that.” This was not Eddie’s crowd. He wanted to leave. But Steve seemed to be having fun. Nancy seemed to be having fun, too. So he stayed.

“Okay,” the girl slurs. “I can give you my number if you want it.”

“I’m alright.”

“Okay,” she repeats. “Byyyeee.”

"Byyyeee," he says, mimicking her tone.

Eddie watches her stumble away, feeling that same protective feeling he did when Chrissy asked for "something stronger". God, he was in trouble. He glances at Steve and Nancy. He's just--

He can deal with it like he's been dealing with it.

But here's the kicker: Steve and Nancy have agreed to just stay friends. They weren't eager to revisit their past and potentially fall back into their old habits, so they're keeping that distance. Eddie thinks it would be easier for him if they were together. But they're not, so he's suffering in silence.

Nancy appears in front of him, pink lipstick smudged in the general area of her mouth, eyes dilated and hair a mess.

"Hi, hotshot," she slurs, grinning a little.

"Who've you been kissing, Nance?" Eddie teases, folding his arms.

"Ngh… no one. Maybe someone. I don' remember."

"Listen, it's 12:30," Eddie says. "I was supposed to call my uncle 30 minutes ago to tell him I'm okay and I'm staying at Steve's place."

Nancy groans and leans forward, her forehead resting on Eddie's chest, arms dangling loosely in front of her. Eddie pats her back supportively. "I don' wanna have to come with you," she groans.

Before the party had started, Robin paired with Steve and Eddie paired with Nancy to babysit and look after them. It was what good friends would do, and now that they're all good friends, they're doing it.

"I'll get Robin to keep an eye on you," Eddie says.

Nancy lifts her head up again and brings her hand to his cheek. "Make sure you sound sober."

"Well, I am sober." He moves her manicured hand away from his face. "I'll call upstairs, there's less noise."

"Less music," Nancy corrects. "More moaning, I think."

Eddie rolls his eyes but doesn't try to hide a smile. "Yeah, okay, princess. Don't do any more shots."

"Fuck you, hotshot," she says, stumbling away.

Eddie glances around the packed house for Robin. She's at the other end of the living room, just observing. After a quick round of charades, he successfully communicates to her that she needs to watch Nancy while he goes upstairs to make the call.

---

"Harrington, Harrington," Eddie drawls, interrupting a game of beer pong.

"Shut up, Munson," Steve slurs, holding a finger up to him without looking back. Steve sways a little as he aims, then bounces the ping-pong ball nearly perfectly into one of three remaining cups. Cheers go up, Steve rushes over and downs the cup, and Eddie (once again) rolls his eyes.

"Okay, what?" Steve asks, wiping his mouth. If Eddie was drunk he'd think Steve just glanced at his lips. But Eddie's not drunk. He's not even dreaming.

"I need to use the phone in your room, but the problem is, I don't know which one is your room."

Steve thinks on this. His face is very flushed. "Okay okay. Lemme just come show you. 'm way too drunk to try to explain."

Well, at least he knows when he's hammered, Eddie thinks to himself. Steve pushes past him and starts marching over to the stairs, swaying every other step. Eddie has to help him up the stairs like he's helping an old lady cross the street.

Nancy was right. There's voices coming from down the hall. Steve leads him in the opposite direction and to a closed door, which he promptly opens and lies down on his stomach on his bed.

"Uh," Eddie starts, a sick feeling in his stomach. "Y'gonna go finish your game down there?"

"Nnno," Steve decides. "Those guys were all losers."

Eddie doesn't say anything. He sits on the edge of the bed and picks up Steve's phone, dialing his home number. After assuring his uncle that he's fine and lying that he's tired, Eddie successfully convinces his uncle that he'll be home by 11 a.m. tomorrow.

"You're a pretty good liar," Steve notes. "Tell me a lie."

"Ooh, I dunno about that," Eddie says, moving the phone back to its place on the bedside table.

"Come onnn," Steve presses, rolling over to his side. "Make me believe that the sky is green and grass is blue."

"Uh. The sky is green and grass is blue."

"Agh," Steve says, waving his hand dismissively. "That wasn't as good."

"I can't do it on command."

"How d'you get your hair like that?" Steve asks, sitting up and scooting closer to Eddie. "Didya get a perm?"

"No," Eddie says, swallowing. "It's like this naturally."

"Hm." Steve gently takes a lock of Eddie's hair and twists it between his fingers. "We both have amazing hair, dude."

"Yeah," Eddie says quietly, still as a statue. His face burned so much it hurt. That sick feeling in his stomach spread outwards and now everything felt sick.

He was sick.

"Did Robin ever tell you she likes girls?"

Eddie whips around suddenly. "Y-yeah, she did."

"I like girls, too." His pauses, then his voice grows quiet. "I like you the way she liked Tammy Thompson."

If Eddie didn't have an empty stomach, he would've puked right there on Steve Harrington's floor. Instead, he shoots up and stomps over to the entrance, slams Steve's door shut, and gets really close to Steve's face.

"Steve, you're drunk," Eddie says, more to himself than to the boy on the bed. "You need to go to bed."

"No, no, I think…." Steve takes a deep breath through his nose. "I think I'm really actually very sober right now."

Eddie takes it back. Steve doesn't know when he's drunk. Because how could he say that? To him? And how could he say that here?

"Eddiiieee," Steve sings. "Can you say something now…?"

That's it. Eddie's done with this stupid dream. Wake up, Eddie, please, because this surely isn't happening. It's not. It can't be.

"Edward Munson."

"Don't-- don't call me that." Eddie finally backs away and stands far away from Steve, facing the wall, so he wouldn't have to face him. Isn't this what he wanted? Isn't this the impossible becoming reality? I mean, that's what this past spring break has been about, right?

This time, Eddie inhales sharply through his nose. "Steve," he says quietly. "I want you to think long and hard about what you just said to me."

"I have been for the past week, but okay."

Eddie forces himself not to waver. "You're drunk. And you just told me you like me. You pretty much just said you like me the way you used to like Nancy."

"Yeah."

He turns around. "Are you trying to get back at me for not lying to you?"

"No."

Eddie just stares at him. His face feels like it'll melt off.

"C'mere."

"What?"

Steve waves him over. "C'mere."

His legs felt glued to the floor. He didn't want to get close to him. He felt that if he got closer, he'd never be able to get farther. He felt that, if he saw him any better than he could now, Steve would never leave his mind. He did not want to be with him because he was scared that it wouldn't be real and that he would remain a fantasy.

Steve gives up and marches over to him instead. "Can I show you something?"

Eddie squeezes his eyes shut, and then forces them to open and look Steve in the eye. His eyes weren't dilated like Nancy's. "What?"

Steve takes a single step forward, and before Eddie can react, before he knows what's happening, Steve's hands are cradling Eddie's cheeks, his feather-light touch making it hard to feel all the scars and callouses from battles past.

And Eddie wanted to fucking cry.

"Eddie…."

"Steve."

"Can I kiss you?"

What was he supposed to say to that? How could he respond to that? Who would know what to do?

Eyes wide, hands sweating, body light, Eddie Munson replied with: "Yeah."

The only thing that told Eddie this was reality was the smell of Steve's cologne. You can't smell in dreams. People who say you can are liars. But as Steve's cologne and the smell of beer mingled in Eddie's head, Eddie squeezed his eyes shut like he was avoiding looking down at the drop of a rollercoaster. And boy, did the drop come.

Steve had to physically take Eddie's hand and place it on his waist to let him know that he was okay with it. Frankly, Steve was scared. He wasn't scared of Eddie. He was scared of being found out. He figured it would be easier to do this when drunk, because if they were caught, it would be more excusable.

Eddie still didn't know if Steve was lying or not. He wanted to keep his hands to himself in case he was lying. But then Steve moved his hand and he knew, he knew, that Steve couldn't be lying.

In the past week, Eddie had learned more about Steve than he ever thought he'd want to. One interesting point was that Steve was ticklish, and hated when anyone touched him anywhere between his ribs and his hips.

So when the King moved the Freak's hand to his waist, it was the final confirmation.

He decided if he was gonna kiss Steve Harrington, he was gonna do it right.

Eddie's hand pressed against the back of Steve's head, pushing him further into the kiss, and his other hand stayed on his waist right where Steve left it. For a moment, Steve didn't know how to respond. Eddie's hand in his hair was a feeling he only recently realized he wanted to experience. But Steve found his footing and pulled him closer, their bodies pressing together, nearly tripping over each others' feet as they stumbled to Steve's bed, his hands clumsily reaching under Eddie's Iron Maiden shirt, and Eddie landing on top of him with a sharp exhale.

"They're gonna kill us," Steve breathes, brushing Eddie's hair away from his eyes.

"Who's 'they'?" Eddie asks, lips pressed Steve's jaw.

"The-- the girls. Nance and Robin."

"Then just don't tell them."

"What do I say when Robin asks me where we went?"

"I dunno," Eddie says, moving up and planting a long kiss to Steve's cheekbone. "Lie."