#overstreetwrites

[davidkarofskyindie]

overstreetwrites (Sam/Peter)

@overstreetwrites continued from (x)

A couple months after they met and Sam gave Peter dance/stripping lessons and hooked up many times that night, things had been going quite well between Sam and Peter. Until now where they were stranded. Sam walked back to the site when the tent was hitched, an armful of fruit. Multiple bananas and coconuts that he found on some trees in the forest. “Just fruit, we need spikes, sharp sticks or something to get the fish. What are the chances, we watch Blue Lagoon the other night and now we’re living it” he sighed, setting everything down as he hit the sand. Dropping everything in his lap. He looked up at Peter and shook his head in disbelief because of the situation they were in. “I’m scared, Pete. What…what if nobody finds us”?

Peter looked to Sam with a little sigh, reaching over almost the second that the blonde beauty sat down and putting his arm around the man to pull him in close “Next time we watch a movie, we watch one where some guy just gives us a mansion or something” he whispered trying to soothe the man as much as he could while running his hand up and down the man’s back “They will, we gotta believe that they’ll find us… I mean, the ship wasn’t exactly small, they’ll find us eventually” he said as soothingly as he could “We just gotta survive till then and we’re gonna do it. I mean, we got fruit, I’ll make some sharp sticks and we’ll go fishing tomorrow… it’s gonna suck, but we’ll do it” he gently squeezed Sam and put his head on the top of Sam’s, kissing it gently as he could “We’re going to make it through this Sam, I know it… I promise I’ll keep you sane if you do the same for me”

[notsosweetporcelain]

“Why are you so nervous, dad? It’s only Buck coming to dinner.”

Eddie froze on the spot and turned around to look at the boy, looking like he had just been caught with the hand in the cookie jar. “Nervous? Who said I’m nervous?” he said with an awkward chuckle as he changed the table cloth for the third time. He made way quickly into the kitchen and went straight to get a drink of cool water, a time he took to put himself together, almost. He was glad he had dinner to focus into, and he hoped he would still be busy making while Buck got to hii house for dinner that night. The man who Eddie had spent most of his time being more than just friends, the man who he finally could be himself fully. And since that was a big part of his life, he wanted his son, Christopher to be a part of that. He had to tell his thirteen year old son his father was in a relationship. With another man. Whatever the odds were of how that would go he couldn’t say or control, but at leasr he could try and make dinner good for all of them to enjoy until that time got there. The sound of the Jeep pulling outside made him look up, and his son telling him from the living room their guest had arrived made him take a big breath.

He dried his hands up with a cloth and sighed. “Here we go.”

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[iceicetomeetyou]

Losing Control

Bobby Drake pulled his car around, noticing a student still waiting in the rain, “Did your dad forget you had practice again? Come on, hop in.”

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[wickcdcreations]

  “hey, jamie” nathan asked clay to keep an eye on jamie just to make sure he wasn’t throwing any parties while the party was out for the weekend. the boy was eighteen now so clay didn’t want to hover over him or anything but he did want to talk to him about something. “can we talk? it’ll only take  a second, i promise”

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[theoriginalbadass]

Send 🌿 to meet my muse under the mistletoe - accepting!

“Yo, Evans, what was so important that you called me away from Santana?” he asked, pretending to be annoyed. He hadn’t seen most of his friends since graduating high school last June, so he was thrilled when Rachel invited them all to her house for a holiday party. Luckily this party had turned out much differently than the infamous one she’d thrown while they were in high school. “Oh...” he said when he noticed the mistletoe hanging above them. Did Sam really want Puck to kiss him or was this some stupid thing to see just how far he would go?

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[itsyouxxatme]

@overstreetwrites​ :: [ sleep ]   your muse touching / beginning to have sex with mine while they’re asleep. Kendric/Ian

Kendric knew there was a level of wrong to this situation, considering he didn’t know Ian well, but he wanted to make him feel good. They hadn’t been together long, but when Ian showed up late, Kendric had been too tired from his shift at the factory to do anything about it. But now it was hours later, well close to sunlight and he wanted to have the other man. He wasn’t one to simply sleep around, and though they’d only done it a few times, each was more amazing than the last, telling him how quickly he was falling for Ian. “Baby,” he whispered in his ear, continuing to massage along his lower back, not wanting to touch him fully until he was awake, “Come here. Let me touch you.”

[clarington-the-hunt]

Sam & Hunter: Closed

Hunter couldn’t help but smile as he felt the suns rays beat down on his skin. He has just been discharged after serving in the army for a few years. Life had been pretty lonely, when it came to relationships. Sure he had had his fair share of one night stands but.. after all was said and done. He wanted something more. This was something he never thought he would say.

He blamed it on the mystery man who he met in a chat room one day while he was stationed in Germany. Days turned to weeks and weeks turned to months and soon they were writing letters but he still didn’t know his name. He would sign his letters H -- and his boy; or.. he hoped to make him his boy would sign his letters S.

They were set to meet today at this very park. He was wearing his ray bans, black vans with black jeans, and a light great button up that was halfway done. He lay there with his eyes closed pretending not to notice that S was 15 minutes late. 

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[wonderhevrts]

cont. from this with @overstreetwrites​

Neal chuckled. “Yeah, it definitely is.” He smiled. He really loved living here, he wouldn’t change it to anything. Neal took off his suit jacket and tie, as he made his way to the kitchen area and grabbed two wine glasses. “I’m definitely more of a red wine guy, but i should have a couple beers in my fridge, if you prefer that?” Neal offered, taking one of the wine bottles from the wine rack.