#I'll help with the cash machine

[everythingbutresolved]

Emo boy being more dishelved than usual in a theater rehearsal (?) pictures

#hamish linklater #theatre play #hamfam #god I love this look on him #goth elf #lemme get behind the counter #I'll help with the cash machine

[mostlysignssomeportents]

"Efficiency" left the Big Three vulnerable to smart UAW tactics

Tomorrow (September 22), I'm (virtually) presenting at the DIG Festival in Modena, Italy. Tomorrow night, I'll be in person at LA's Book Soup for the launch of Justin C Key's "The World Wasn’t Ready for You." On September 27, I'll be at Chevalier's Books in Los Angeles with Brian Merchant for a joint launch for my new book The Internet Con and his new book, Blood in the Machine.

It's been 143 days since the WGA went on strike against the Hollywood studios. While early tactical leaks from the studios had studio execs chortling and twirling their mustaches about writers caving once they started losing their homes, the strikers aren't wavering – they're still out there, pounding the picket lines, every weekday:

https://www.cnbc.com/2023/08/09/how-hollywood-writers-make-ends-meet-100-days-into-the-writers-guild-strike.html

The studios obviously need writers. That gleeful, anonymous studio exec who got such an obvious erotic charge at the thought of workers being rendered homeless as punishment for challenging his corporate power completely misread the room, and his comments didn't demoralize the writers. Instead, they inspired the actors to go on strike, too.

But how have the writers stayed out since May Day? How have the actors stayed out for 69 days since their strike started on Bastille Day? We can thank the studios for that! As it turns out, the studios have devoted so much energy to rendering creative workers as precarious as possible, hiring as little as they can getting away with and using punishing overtime as a substitute for adequate staffing that they've eliminated all the workers who can't survive on side-hustles and savings for six or seven months at a time.

But even for those layoff-hardened workers, long strikes are brutal, and of course, all the affiliated trades, from costumers to grips, are feeling the pain. The strike fund only goes so far, and non-striking, affected workers don't even get that. That's why I've been donating regularly to the Entertainment Community Fund, which helps all affected workers out with cash transfers (I just gave them another $500):

https://secure2.convio.net/afa/site/Donation2?df_id=8117&8117.donation=form1&mfc_pref=T

As hot labor summer is revealed as a turning point – not just a season – long strikes will become the norm. Bosses still don't believe in worker power, and until they get their minds right, they're going to keep on trying to starve their workforces back inside. To get a sense of how long workers will have to hold out, just consider the Warrior Met strike, where Alabama coal-miners stayed out for 23 months:

https://www.thenation.com/article/activism/warrior-met-strike-union/

As Kim Kelly explained to Adam Conover in the latest Factually podcast, the Alabama coal strikers didn't get anywhere near the attention that the Hollywood strikers have enjoyed:

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=UvyMHf7Yg0Q

(To learn more about the untold story of worker organizing, from prison unions to the key role that people of color and women played in labor history, check out Kelly's book, "Fight Like Hell," now in paperback:)

https://www.simonandschuster.com/books/Fight-Like-Hell/Kim-Kelly/9781982171063

Which brings me to the UAW strike. This is an historic strike, the first time that the UAW has struck all of the Big Three automakers at once. Past autoworkers' strikes have marked turning points for all American workers. The 1945/46 GM strike established employers' duty to cover worker pensions, health care, and cost of living allowances. The GM strike created the American middle-class:

https://prospect.org/labor/2023-09-18-uaw-strikes-built-american-middle-class/

The Big Three are fighting for all the marbles here. They are refusing to allow unions to organize EV factories. Given that no more internal combustion cars will be in production in just a few short years, that's tantamount to eliminating auto unions altogether. The automakers are flush with cash, including billions in public subsidies from multiple bailouts, along with billions more from greedflation price-gouging. A long siege is inevitable, as the decimillionaires running these companies earn their pay by starving out their workers:

https://www.businessinsider.com/general-motors-ceo-mary-barra-salary-auto-workers-strike-uaw-2023-9

The UAW knows this, of course, and their new leadership – helmed by the union's radical president Shawn Fain – has a plan. UAW workers are engaged in tactical striking, shutting down key parts of the supply chain on a rolling basis, making the 90-day strike fund stretch much farther:

https://prospect.org/blogs-and-newsletters/tap/2023-09-18-labors-militant-creativity/

In this project, they are greatly aided by Big Car's own relentless pursuit of profit. The automakers – like every monopolized, financialized sector – have stripped all the buffers and slack out of their operations. Inventory on hand is kept to a bare minimum. Inputs are sourced from the cheapest bidder, and they're brought to the factory by the lowest-cost option. Resiliency – spare parts, backup machinery – is forever at war with profits, and profits have won and won and won, leaving auto production in a brittle, and easily shattered state.

This is especially true for staffing. Automakers are violently allergic to hiring workers, because new workers get benefits and workplace protection. Instead, the car companies routinely offer "voluntary" overtime to their existing workforce. By refusing this overtime, workers can kneecap production, without striking.

Enter "Eight and Skate," a campaign among UAW workers to clock out after their eight hour shift. As Keith Brower Brown writes for Labor Notes, the UAW organizers are telling workers that "It’s crossing an unofficial picket line to work overtime. It’s helping out the company":

https://labornotes.org/2023/09/work-extra-during-strike-auto-workers-say-eight-and-skate

Eight and Skate has already started to work; the Buffalo Ford plant can no longer run its normal weekend shifts because workers are refusing to put in voluntary overtime. Of course, bosses will strike back: the next step will be forced overtime, which will lead to the unsafe conditions that unionized workers are contractually obliged to call paid work-stoppages over, shutting down operations without touching the strike fund.

What's more, car bosses can't just halt safety stoppages or change the rules on overtime; per the UAW's last contract, bosses are required to bargain on changes to overtime rules:

https://uaw.org/wp-content/uploads/2023/09/Working-Without-Contract-FAQ-FINAL-2.pdf

Car bosses have become lazily dependent on overtime. At GM's "highly profitable" SUV factory in Arlington, TX, normal production runs a six-days, 24 hours per day. Workers typically work five eight-hour days and nine hours on Saturdays. That's been the status quo for 11 years, but when bosses circulated the usual overtime signup sheet last week, every worker wrote "a big fat NO" next to their names.

Writing for The American Prospect, David Dayen points out that this overtime addiction puts a new complexion on the much-hyped workerpocalypse that EVs will supposedly bring about. EVs are much simpler to build than conventional cars, the argument goes, so a US transition to EVs will throw many autoworkers out of work:

https://prospect.org/labor/2023-09-20-big-threes-labor-shortages-uaw/

But the reality is that most autoworkers are doing one and a half jobs already. Reducing the "workforce" by a third could leave all these workers with their existing jobs, and the 40-hour workweek that their forebears fought for at GM inn 1945/46. Add to that the additional workers needed to make batteries, build and maintain charging infrastructure, and so on, and there's no reason to think that EVs will weaken autoworker power.

And as Dayen points out, this overtime addiction isn't limited to cars. It's also endemic to the entertainment industry, where writers' "mini rooms" and other forms of chronic understaffing are used to keep workforces at a skeleton crew, even when the overtime costs more than hiring new workers.

Bosses call themselves job creators, but they have a relentless drive to destroy jobs. If there's one thing bosses hate, it's paying workers – hence all the hype about AI and automation. The stories about looming AI-driven mass unemployment are fairy tales, but they're tailor made for financiers who get alarming, life-threatening priapism at the though of firing us all and replacing us with shell-scripts:

https://pluralistic.net/2023/03/09/autocomplete-worshippers/#the-real-ai-was-the-corporations-that-we-fought-along-the-way

This is why Republican "workerism" rings so hollow. Trump's GOP talks a big game about protecting "workers" (by which they mean anglo men) from immigrants and "woke captialism," but they have nothing to say about protecting workers from bosses and bankers who see every dime a worker gets as misappropriated from their dividend.

Unsurprisingly, conservative message-discipline sucks. As Luke Savage writes in Jacobin, for every mealymouthed Josh Hawley mouthing talking points that "support workers" by blaming China and Joe Biden for the Big Three's greed, there's a Tim Scott, saying the quiet part aloud:

https://jacobin.com/2023/09/republicans-uaw-strike-hawley-trump-scott/

Quoth Senator Scott: "I think Ronald Reagan gave us a great example when federal employees decided they were going to strike. He said, you strike, you’re fired. Simple concept to me. To the extent that we can use that once again, absolutely":

https://twitter.com/American_Bridge/status/1704136706574741988

The GOP's workerism is a tissue-thin fake. They can never and will never support real worker power. That creates an opportunity for Biden and Democrats to seize:

https://pluralistic.net/2023/09/18/co-determination/#now-make-me-do-it

Reversing two generations of anti-worker politics is a marathon, not a sprint. The strikes are going to run for months, even years. Every worker will be called upon to support their striking siblings, every day. We can do it. Solidarity now. Solidarity forever.

If you'd like an essay-formatted version of this post to read or share, here's a link to it on pluralistic.net, my surveillance-free, ad-free, tracker-free blog:

https://pluralistic.net/2023/09/21/eight-and-skate/#strike-to-rule

#pluralistic #strikes #uaw #labor #automakers #big three #big car #eight and skate #work to rule #tactics

[kat-luv-pt2]

Hear me out actress!reader where y/n and lando meet at a club or bar and have a one night stand. The next morning they both realize who the other one is (their celebrity crush) when paparazzi photos of them leaving together the night before are leaked and dating rumors rise.

What happens in Vegas

pairing: lando norris x fem!actress!reader

plot: just about what it says in the request

warnings: implied smut, alcohol overconsumption, gambling

notes: took me some time to get to this because i was battling the physics demons, no like detailed smut in this piece but maybe in the future i'll be comfortable to write it 👍👍👍

Although being quite famous for your many successful acting roles, shockingly enough, you'd never been to Las Vegas. New York and Los Angeles was ticked off for cities you had been in, but Vegas was still one to visit, so you jumped at the opportunity to go to the Las Vegas grand prix when you received the invite. Having arrived a few days early with your best friend, what better way was there to kill time than seeing the local sights, and what would a trip to Vegas be without going to a casino? Nothing. That's how you two ended up gambling away money at slot machines on a random evening from your trip, you adorned in sunglasses and a hat (which seemingly got lost along the way) to not get recognised, even though it turned out to not be of much point considering the obnoxiously loud music and the ambient lighting not really allowing people to think nor see each other properly, and with the amount of alcohol in the area, even if someone did recognize you, they'd probably forget by the time they were outside.

After wasting a few hundreds on the machines and alcohol, a certain burst of confidence gave you the idea to leave your friend at the slot machine and instead move to the games of poker nearby. So with a few grand and having seen your father play poker a few times when you were young and getting taught like once, you joined when a new game began, pushing some of your money towards the middle, receiving a few smirks from the players around the table. As the cards began to be dealt, a voice beside you sat down, "count me in as well" you turned your head to look at the curly-haired guy next to you pushing a large amount of money to the middle as the others whistled, impressed but one of them spoke up, "you young ones are good to play with, always bring a lot and leave with nothing" to which he was met with laughter from around the table. The curly-haired guy spoke up in a British accent "we'll see about that," giving you a quick wink and getting laughed at by the others.

The game had definitely gone better than expected, with the small heap of tokens in front of you but the others were definitely doing better and the money at stake had probably more than doubled by now, along with the amount of whiskey in everyone's body. The only person who was doing worse than you was the Brit next to you, who's face you just couldn't quite see because of the dim lighting and alcohol intoxication. Just as a quick break had started for the sake of getting more alcohol, an arm snaked round your shoulders, pulling you closer, "Look I'm doing shit, you're not far from that, and that pile there," he pointed to the cash, "is mostly our money, and I kind of want it. We have no chance against that lot alone, but work with me and we could get some money from that, split it 50/50, what'd you say girlie?" His warm breath whispered in your ear as you looked at your cards, the money, the older guys across the table and then back at the guy offering, downing the rest of the whiskey in your glass, you replied "count me in."

The game had gone much better after the break and it was just you and one other guy left, after Lando had masterfully helped you gain the bigger token heap (along with the better cards) as he rested his head on your shoulder, staring at your cards, you wondered about your next move, seeing no other option, you spoke "all in" you moved your tokens to the center, Lando's head springing up from your shoulder and hissing in your ear, "what the fuck are you doing?" But not being able to wipe the drunken smirk off your face as the your opponent also put also his tokens at stake and set his cards down, "flush" you were met with a smirk as you pretended to be shocked, convincing him you had no better cards. The tokens were slowly moved away from you and Lando, as Lando's jaw hardened and you could feel his eyes drilling into the side of your face, awaiting an explanation from you, but you paid no attention, "uhh put those down," you set your cards down "full house" you stood up swiftly moving the tokens to your side, Lando grabbing your face and kissing your cheek multiple times "that's my girl!" He chanted as the man who had just seen his win get taken away, slammed his hands on the table, "How?! HOW?!" Lando rubbed your arm, while you expertly counted the money, he took a swig of whiskey and replied, "you just gotta know how to play" before moving his head to kiss your neck as your ruffled his hair. The men angrily stood up (not without muttering some obscenities) and left.

Countless more games were played, with countless wins by you and Lando, all assisted by countless amounts of whiskey. Throughout the night, you had moved from the chair next to him to his lap and his hand from your shoulder to your waist, kisses growing more longing and passionate. By the time the majority began to leave, you had racked up a fair amount of money together and Lando had offered to help you take your half of the win back to your hotel room after finding out you were both staying at the Hilton hotel. Somehow you ended up pressed against the wall in Lando's hotel room, you two hungrily undressing each other as your lips were locked in with the other's, soon enough ending up on his bed, the rest of the night being a pleasurable blur.

The following morning when you lifted your head you were struck back by what seemed like humanity's worst ever hangover, and after opting for letting yourself recover from the movement of your head, you finally managed to open your eyes, turning to grab your phone to see the time but it wasn't your stuff on the bedside table, nor was it your room, you turned to your other side, seeing the beautiful brunette sleeping peacefully beside you as the events of the previous night returned to you. "Shit shit shit shit." You panicked, grabbing the covers to use to preserve some of your modesty at least as you grabbed your discarded pieces of clothing while on the way to the bathroom, fighting the dizziness. "Hey, it's a bit cold here, can I get my covers back" a familiar voice spoke, as you saw the Brit prop himself up on his elbows, looking at you, "I've already seen all that could've been seen, no need to get shy" you stood by the bathroom door. "Close your eyes" Lando closed his eyes, as you threw the cover at him before disappearing into the bathroom. He got dressed while you were in there, picking up one of your bracelets and waiting for you by the door. You stepped out and bumped into him straight away. "What are you doing here?" Lando handed you your bracelet as you put it back onto your wrist and checked the rest of your jewelry whilst Lando watched you, "it's my bathroom, why would I not be there?" You struggled with putting your heels back on, "there's no one around at this time, just leg it to your room if you're so concerned." Lando said and handed you your phone from a nearby table and you quickly went to the door, "you don't want your money?" He gestures to the stack that you had won and you quickly went to grab it from near where he stood, "you here for much longer?" He questioned, moving your hair from one shoulder to the other, "few more days, why?" You questioned as you grabbed the final bills and went to the door, "maybe I'll see you around." Lando called after you, "maybe you will" you muttered in reply before leaving and making it back to your room in record time for an extremely hungover person, instantly collapsing onto your bed, heels still on, money next to you, scavenging some energy to send a text to your best friend to get you some headache relief before passing out. You were awoken a few hours later by your door opening and being slammed shut as you stuck a hand out for hopefully the pills bit instead you were flipped onto your back abruptly by your friend as you groaned in pain, "get up animal" she said angrily, a lot more angrily than usual, "have you seen what the fuck you got yourself into?" You just complained in reply, "stop shouting, my head's gonna crack." She grabbed a bottle of water near your bed, tipping it onto your face, quickly knocking some sense into you. "What the fuck?" You quickly sat up and were met with a phone screen in your face as your vision adjusted to see what she was showing you "Lando Norris and y/n l/n seen leaving a casino in Las Vegas looking very close ahead of the Las Vegas grand prix" she read out the title as you stared at the image of you and Lando from last night in shock, "Lando Norris?" You asked your best friend, "yes, Lando Norris." She repeated. "I hooked up with Lando Norris?" She just shook her head in anger and sighed, "you really are an animal, you're telling me you hooked up with him as well, well done, you've really out done yourself with that one. Do you know how worried I was when you weren't here and you weren't answering? Your management is at my neck now because of you. YOUR management at MY neck." You just covered your eyes, "shit I'm so sorry." You said as you rubbed your face.

"Damn mate, how'd you manage to get with her?"  Lando stopped washing his face as he looked at Max through the mirror, "with who?" Max looked at Lando confused, "with y/n" Lando turned around suddenly "l/n?" "Yeah y/n l/n" Max turned his phone to show Lando the article that you had seen a bit earlier. Lando's eyes widened "that was her? She was like a thousand times better in real life, and that's considering she's like a 11/10 on screen-" "Lando I don't want to know, but the media does, because they're going wild about it" Lando breathed out as he washed his face with cold water again, "pr's gonna be so pissed about this" he said quietly as Max let out a laugh, "that's your biggest concern? I'd be more worried about other things here" Lando stared at the mirror, thinking about the situation at hand.

What had you guys got yourself into?

#lando norris #lando norris x you #lando norris x y/n #lando norris imagine #lando norris x reader #ln4 x you #ln4 x y/n #ln4 x reader #f1 x y/n #f1 imagine #f1 x reader #f1 x you #formula 1 imagine #formula 1 x reader #formula 1 x y/n #formula 1 x you

[hazelnelliesgf]

☆STARS AND TEENAGE GIRLS☆

Chapter 1 : Observing you from afar

Hazel Callahan x Fem!Reader

Summary: PJ and Josie drag Hazel to their local coffee shop, not knowing you work there part time.

Warnings: loser!hazel cuz shes so cute bro, i dont refer to reader as Y/n cuz its easier but apart from that, thats it.

Proof-read!!

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It was a regular fall day, the wind bitter and cold against Hazel's face. Her brunette locks swept back and forth against her forehead, sometimes making her bring her hand up to move it out the way just so she could see. PJ and Josie walked beside her, chatting about something that Hazel wasn't very focused on. She occasionally sniffed as the cold got to her nose. She rubbed it and placed her hands back into her coat pockets. PJ had stopped infront of a small shop. The smell of coffee and fresh pastries intoxicated Hazel's cold nose and made it feel all warm.

"Okay we gotta go in here bro." PJ says, her face lighting up as she speaks. She looks back towards Josie and Hazel with the same smile. She then steps forward and opens the shop door, setting off the small bell at the top to alert the baristas that someone has come in. Hazel and Josie walk in behind PJ and sit down at a small table. The shop is decorated head to toe in fake vines (at least that's what Hazel thinks) and posters with astrology facts and constellations on them. Josie picks up the menu in the middle of the table and scans through before handing it to PJ. She looks up and down the sheet of paper and passes it to Hazel. Hazel grimaces as she looks at the paper. She doesn't particularly drink coffee and the teas sound weird. But PJ and Josie don't know that. She finds what she wants and keeps it in mind.

"Who's gonna order it then?" Josie perks up after a while. PJ looks at Hazel and so does Josie. Hazel stutters and raises her hands in the air in defence.

"W-What?? No. I'm not doing it." PJ and Josie look at her before pushing her towards the counter. She fiddles with her rings and looks up to meet your eyes. She swears she's never seen eyes like yours. The way they twinkle in the fairy lights makes her stomach flip.

"Hey, Welcome! What can I get you?" You smile. Hazel can feel a lump forming in her throat. You've somehow stumped her. You frown and look at her with a look of concern.

"Hey, take your time. No rush." You reassure her, even though she knows exactly what to order, she just can't seem to get her words out. She looks around before sighing and looking down at her beat-up converse.

"C-Can I get a medium iced latte with normal milk and uh-" Hazel shallows before continuing.

"A-And a pumpkin cream cold brew... and uh a normal iced coffee please." Hazel finishes, swallowing hard when you smile and nod at her. You type something into your machine before turning back to her. You can't help but notice her nervous state and slightly frown before she looks up at you.

"That'll be $14.99! Will you paying cash or card today?" You smile again, tapping your hands against the counter happily. Hazel quickly gets out her card, before tapping it against the card reader. You nod as it beeps to let you know its gone through. She's about to walk away as you pipe up,

"And I'll need a name for the drinks please." You say, beaming a grin at her. She stands at the counter, frozen to her spot. How could she forget her name? Just say it!

"H-Hazel. Just Hazel." She clarifies, nodding as she watches you write on cups before walking away to make the drinks. Hazel sits backs down next to PJ and Josie, her shoulders still tensed up.

"Ooohhh! Someone likes the barista!!" PJ speaks up, wiggling her eyebrows at Hazel and a grin spreads across her face. Josie chuckles at PJ and looks back at Hazel. She seems to be staring at you, working your magic on the drinks. You're chatting to your co-worker, laughing at what she just said and smiling widely. You place all drinks at the end of the counter and place straws into them.

"Drinks for Hazel?" You stand on your tip-toes to see if you can spot Hazel's face. When your eyes land on her, you wave and usher her on up to the counter.

"Dude go!" Josie pushes her towards you and you meet her by the counter once again. You smile and hand her the drinks. Hazel picks up all the drinks and struggles to hold all of them in her own two hands, making you wince when she almost drops one of them.

"Here, take a tray love." You say, grabbing her a tray and taking the drinks from her hand and placing the drinks on it. Your hands graze hers and she can swear the her heart is about to beat out of her chest. She again stares at your face, analysing your freckles and skin. It's almost like she's mesmerised by you. You snap her out of her trance by talking.

"Enjoy your drinks!" You smile at her before walking off to your co-worker. Hazel picks up the tray and walks stiffly back to the table. She sits down, grabs her drink and looks down at the receipt. Something is scribbled in black pen.

"See you soon, Just Hazel??" And its signed off by your name and number. Hazel can feel your eyes in the back of her skull and she smiles down at the receipt before shoving it in her pocket.

Maybe she doesn't hate coffee that much.

A.N: Hiya!! Sorry if it so bad, I tried making it the best I could:) enjoy!!

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[m4k4yl4]

Coffee Boy

Summary: When y/n ends up having to close the cafe for the night, what happens when her cafe crush ends up staying with her in the cafe til the snow calms down.

Content warning: None.

Masterlist

Posted: 12/01/2023

He's always here, same time, same booth every day, yet the most y/n has talked to him was when he asks for an Americano at the cash register and the only thing she can say back is "that'll be $3.15, please move up." or "have a good day, sir!"

His name is Felix, and that's one thing she knows for sure she's the one that writes it on his cup every morning. She started to draw little things next to it. One day, a sun. The next day, a cat is anything she could think of on the top of her head. She enjoyed seeing the smile and nod he would give her after seeing the drawing.

Same routine of this for the past 4 weeks or at past that's how long she had been counting and she still couldn't find the courage to speak to him and whenever she thinks she finally has the chance and confident to do he's left. At the same time, as always gone to who knows back into the cold winter air with an even colder Americano in hand.

Today was like any other 9am y/n had already clocked in standing at the front finger tapping on the table as she looked back and forth from the clock to the front door of the cafe. 'He still hasn't come in yet, wondering what happened,' she thought.

Hours had passed, and he never showed up. 'Guess he's not showing today.' As she's wiping off the last tables, the last worker there withher runs up. "Hey y/n! Can you maybe do the closing shift for me? I have a date with my boyfriend tonight, and I can't miss the reservation."

Y/n blinks for a second, "I- I mean, I guess.." "Really?! Oh, thank you, babes! I own you a big one! Okay, bye!" Y/n stares a little confused at the interaction as her coworker runs off the door. "I guess I'm closing tonight.."

As the night goes on for longer, the snow picks up while y/n is busy making sure everything in the back is good and not put out of place until she hears loud bangs on the entrance of the cafe.

She quickly runs out the of the back, thinking someone was breaking in only to be met with the blonde boy she had been waiting for earlier. She quickly runs to the door, opening it to let him in.

A big gust of wind and snow blows in with him as she shuts the door again, feeling like she had just been stuffed into a freezer. "Jesus, it's freezing out there, I didn't notice it had snowed this much!"

"Yeah, they had been talking on the news about a blizzard coming through. I didn't think it would be this bad.." Felix said as he shook some of the snow off himself. "Oh! You must be freezing, I'll go get you something to warm up with. " He shakes his head, "No, no, you're fine. I'm fine, really!"

She looks at him for a second. "You sure? Your face looks all red. I can get you some hot chocolate, I haven't turned the machine yet." Felix touches his cold face. The red one of his face deepens in embarrassment. "Yeah.. I guess hot chocolate would help a bit. Thank you." She smiles. "No problem!"

As Felix sits down in the booth, he usually sits in y/n walks to the hot chocolate machine freaking out on the inside. 'This is the most I have ever talked to him. What the fuck-'

She comes back with two hot chocolates in hand, setting one in front of him as she sat down across the booth from him. "Didn't know you liked hot chocolate usually you get an Americano and those don't have that much sweetness to them"

He gives a small smirk, "You remembered my order?" She looks up from her drink, eye widen."uhm, I mean, it's just that you come here a lot and never have changed your order, so you know it just kinda stuck, I guess. Sorry if you think it's weird." Felix laughs, "No, it's cute, really. Also, I love those little drawings you put on the cup."

"Really?" She surprised, "Yeah, the little smiley sun was my favorite. Do you draw them on every cup?" She pauses for moments embarrassed to answer his questions, "Hm, no..just yours, really.."

He smiles at her, "Well, thank you for that. Helps me smile in the morning." She smiles back at him face brighter than ever at his compliments. They talk for who knows how long. Y/n looks out the window, seeing the wind and snow calming down.

"Oh, I think it's stopped snowing." Felix looks out the window before checking his phone, "I should probably get going while it's stopped. My roommate is probably wondering where I'm at." He puts on his jacket, y/n following his lead.

"Me too. It's way too late for me to be here. I was supposed to close a while ago." She picks up their empty hot chocolate cups bring them to the kitchen, til an idea came into her head.

"Felix!" She comes out of the kitchen a to go cup in hand, "Oh y/n! I was wondering where you had gone, but I didn't want to leave without saying goodbye first." She smiles at him, handing him the cup.

"It's still cold outside, and I didn't see you come in a car or anything, so take this to keep you warm on the home." Felix looks down at the cup wear the names are usually written instead a phone number, y/n phone number, written with the smiley sun he liked so much next to it.

Felix looks back up at a nervous y/n standing in front of him. "Thank you again, y/n. I'll be sure to repay you for this." She smiles at him, "I hope you keep that promise, Felix."

They both leave out together, waving goodbye as they walk opposite ways home, stupid smiles on their faces. As y/n enters her house, she feels the buzz from her phone looking at the notification, making her want to giggle like a little girl.

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1-×××-×××-××××: y/n? It's Felix! Was wondering if you wanted to go out this weekend. You know, as repayment<3

A/N: YAYYY‼️ ANOTHER FIC‼️

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[psithurista]

approach shift - epilogue

pairing: Peter Parker x f!reader (TASM/Andrew Garfield version) length: 2.3k rating: explicit 18+ warnings: PIV (protected), sneaky little non-descriptive pegging reference, disGUSting fluff

Peter Parker is a weirdo. A hot, distracting, irritating weirdo. And you can’t afford distractions right now. So there’s only one thing to do.

a/n: I'll keep it quick: I'm so sorry this took so long, but I just wasn't quite ready to finish it off haha. It's been two years almost to the day since I started writing this (and they've been fucking crazy years) so it feels very strange saying goodbye to these adorable losers. I once again can't even start to express how happy it's made me seeing your reactions to this fic, and I'm endlessly grateful to everyone who took the time to leave a comment or reach out to say hi. I hope you like this last sweet little snippet! x

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SIX MONTHS LATER

“We need to get up,” you say, making no move to do so.

He turns his face from where it’s smushed into the pillow to speak, his eyes still closed. “You first.”

You groan. 

You have no idea what time it is, and your phone is out of reach, but the light through the curtains is blinding like near-noon and Bear’s supposed to be here at 10 to pick you up, so you’re almost definitely cutting it fine.

“Peter.” Your legs are tangled with his, his thigh between yours. He huffs morning breath sleepily into your face in response, reaching a hand out to pat your cheek. 

“Shh.” He shifts, pressing his thigh harder between your legs, skin sticky on skin. You know he’s doing it on purpose; he knows exactly where he’s pressing you. You make a quiet, satisfied noise, then pull away regretfully. 

“Bear’s gonna be here soon and you need to be dressed. She’ll freak if she has to see your ass again.” 

“Mmm. Yeah. I’m up.”

You sit up, and the slow weight of his arm slides off your waist. The bedroom door is open to the living room where you can see the debris left over from your at-home date the night before: the bowl still on the couch with a handful of unpopped kernels still rattling in the bottom, the fairy lights web-stuck across the ceiling still glowing gently and the blown-out candles stuck in pastel wax puddles to the coffee table you’d rescued from the curb a few weeks after moving in together. It’d been unbearably funny watching Peter’s elaborate performance of pretending to struggle under the weight of it on the way back home.

He drags himself out of bed, and you hear the coffee machine gurgling while you start pulling out clothes.

It’s hot and stuffy; the air’s stopped working again sometime in the night, so you screech the window open and prop the broom handle under the frame to keep it there. It’s a precarious solution—more than once, the window’s fallen shut while you’ve been at work, forcing Peter to awkwardly perform a frantic outfit change behind the dumpster in the alley so he doesn’t run the risk of running into one of your neighbours in the elevator. But the rent’s affordable for a pair of research scientists with a dash of supplementary freelance photography cash on the side, and the occasional bags of free food from a grateful shop owner after a thwarted hold-up.

“Should we call about the air?” you wonder out loud through the open door.

 “Don’t worry about it, it’ll be quicker if I just get up on the roof and fix it again myself,” Peter says, his voice stretching out into a yawn halfway through. He appears in the bathroom doorway, still naked, two mugs in his hands. 

You gasp in appreciation as he passes one to you. “God, I love you,” you murmur, taking a sip.

He grins dazedly at you in the mirror, his cheeks flushed. “Is that all it takes, huh? A crappy cup of coffee?”

You turn and slide the mug onto the counter so you can wrap your arms around his waist. “No. You’re cute, too. That helps.”

He kisses you, his thumb and index finger framing your chin. “M’not cute,” he says against your lips, leaning his too-warm body along yours. “M’intimidating as hell. Ask anybody.”

You’d only gotten as far as underwear before he’d interrupted you dressing, and it already feels like there’s far too much in the way between you. “You’re gonna make me late,” you say, reaching down to dig your fingers into the taut swell of his ass. “Gotta get ready.”

“Okay, so keep getting ready,” he says, mouthing at your neck. “You’re the one groping me.”

He’s right; now you’ve started, you can’t seem to stop. You press your hands to the small of his back, drawing him closer. You can feel his cock beginning to harden where his body is pressed against yours, and his tongue comes out to touch at your pulse. He makes a tiny noise in his throat as you slip one hand down between your bodies to wrap loosely around his rapidly-growing erection.

You stroke him once, gently, and he huffs. “I don’t see how this is helping,” he says. 

You hum your response, your resolve melting away as he strokes the back of his knuckles down your spine, making you shiver. “Maybe…” you say.

He ducks his head to kiss first one breast, then the other, your nipples standing hard and sensitive. “Maybe?” he prompts. His fingers brush your hip, coming around to rest just below your navel.

“Maybe, if we’re quick…” you say, biting your lip, pushing your hips upward to try to encourage his hand lower.


“Babe, I can be so quick,” he says, half-groan, half-laughter. He thumbs your labia, spreading you open just a little, so he can touch your clit. “Too quick, even, if you want. Some would say it’s a talent.”

You grin at him, letting go of his cock. “Bed. Now.”

He swings you up into his arms so fast your head spins, practically flinging you onto the bed. 

You sprawl out in front of him, your arms thrown back as he peels your underwear off. “Holy shit,” he says, running his hands down your sides, staring at the expanse of your body. His jaw is slack with longing, and the sight of his adoration never fails to make fresh heat flood your face, even after seeing him staring at you like this so many times.

He kneels down over you, sucking two fingers into his mouth as he does. You hitch your knees up to give him a better angle, and he gently presses a firm thigh between your legs. “How do you wanna…?”

“Condom,” you tell him, running your fingers through his hair, making his eyes roll closed with pleasure. “No mess.”

He holds your lower lip gently between his teeth, and slowly pushes his two slick fingers inside you. You shift your hips up, and he withdraws them both again, using the slip of your arousal to work against your clit. He kneels up a little, so he can palm your breast with his other hand as he bends down to lick the inside of your thighs.

“Oh,” you breathe. His fingers stop circling to push back inside you, just as his tongue works a hot, messy kiss over your clit. You grab handfuls of his hair to try to keep up with the pace he’s setting, but the feeling of your fingers against his scalp only makes him work faster, a weak groan vibrating down through his tongue.

He bends his head lower, so he can lick around where your wetness has started to gather on his knuckles as he keeps pumping leisurely, in and out. It’s so wet you can both hear it, and he works faster, angling his fingers higher, until you’re writhing.

“Peter…come on, please,” you beg, yanking hard at his hair. 

It works to break his concentration, and he scrambles up, leaning down sideways so he can dig around in the bottom drawer of the nightstand. It’s filled with an assorted mix of toys and, stashed further back, Peter’s wrist canisters. The logic had been that anybody who broke into your apartment would be too freaked out by the toys to keep looking in the drawer, but it also meant Peter had to dig through a dizzying array of plugs and lube every time he went out.

You turn your head to the side and see the wistful way he glances at your strap-on, and you click your tongue. “We’re in a hurry, remember? Later.”

“Mmm. I’ll hold you to that,” he says, kissing you again as he rolls the condom smoothly over his cock.

He leans back, propping a pillow under your hips to give himself more leverage. As he sinks inside you, you hold your breath, letting it out slowly.

He groans above you, easing just a millimeter out and then back in, like he can’t help himself. It feels devastatingly good; he’s thick and beautifully hard right against where you need him, and thanks to his mouth, you’re wet enough that you’re ready for him to start moving immediately.  

You hook your ankles together behind his back to pull him in deeper, and he sinks home, fully seated balls-deep inside. You clench your muscles, just to feel as much of him as you can, and he grinds his hips against yours. 

You can feel the tension in his limbs as he draws back and starts to move. You’ll never, ever get sick of how he feels inside you, you think, your mouth open. He’s fucking you so good; his strokes long and firm and perfect.

He cups your ass with his hand to lift your hips even further, shifting the angle once again, and your breath stutters sharply in your throat as the head of his cock catches your g-spot.

“That’s it, right?” he murmurs, his voice wrecked. “Right there? That’s it, babe, c’mon, show me, I wanna see…”

You can’t even respond, your fingers gripping his biceps like his body is your only lifeline. It’s so good, and you’re getting so close, you just need…

“Fuck,” you gasp, high-pitched and panicked as you come, hard and blinding. 

He doesn’t slow down. If anything, he fucks you harder, chasing down his own release as you clench and melt around him. It only takes a few more moments before his cock jerks inside you and he curses, collapsing the hot weight of his body on yours.

You pant together, sweaty and spent. His cheek is crushed to yours, and he turns his face just enough to kiss any part of you he can reach—the top of your shoulder, your forehead, the tip of your ear.

When you manage to drag your eyes open, you find his huge doe-brown eyes already looking at you. “Good?” he whispers, kissing your shoulder again.

You smile at him, feeling drunk and dizzy. “So good,” you tell him.

You’re still wrapped up in each other like idiots when he jolts hard as though startled. You’re confused for about half a second, before the buzzer from downstairs goes off. 

“Oh, shit,” you hiss, scrambling out of bed.

“You get ready,” Peter says, somehow already dragging on a pair of sweatpants. The speed and dexterity with which he’s able to dress never ceases to amaze you. “I’ll stall.”

You’re stepping out of the fastest shower of your life when you hear the squeaky door to your apartment opening.

“Hey, Bear,” Peter’s voice says.

“Hey, Parker. Your shirt’s inside-out,” she says. 

You lean the naked top half of your body around the bathroom door to wave at her. “Hey, sorry, I just got out of the shower. I need like, three minutes to get dressed.”

She clicks her tongue, but doesn’t look overly annoyed as she flops onto the couch. “It’s hot as shit in here,” she says cheerfully, swinging her feet up onto your coffee table. 

You can hear her and Peter chatting as you hurriedly get ready; he asks her about Krista, she asks him about his aunt. Unsurprisingly, Bear and May had hit it off in a huge way at your birthday after May had excitedly demanded to know everything about the play Bear was auditioning for.

You give yourself a quick once-over to make sure you look presentable before you duck out into the living room. Peter and Bear have moved onto once again arguing about music; Peter’s on Blur’s side, Bear’s on Oasis’. 

You give them both a sideways look. “I’m not getting involved in this,” you say, checking to make sure your keys are in your bag. “But I’m just saying, in a real fight, Liam Gallagher would kick Damon Albarn’s ass any day of the week.” Peter grins at you from behind the counter, where he’s attempting to clean the disaster left in the kitchen from dinner last night.

“Oh, my God,” Bear says, looking you up and down. “Why do you look so worked up? Were you guys just fucking? Like right now?”

 Peter can’t turn away fast enough to conceal his snort, and you make a face at her. “It’s called caffeine. Come on, we’ll be late.”

Peter waves at her. “Say hi to Krista.”

“You should come with us, next time you get a night off work,” Bear says, helping herself to a stick of gum from the packet on the bench.

“Bye,” you say, leaning in to wrap your arms around Peter’s waist. “Be careful,” you add quietly, leaning up to kiss him.

He grins. “Always am.” He kisses you back, slow and gentle, before letting you go.

Bear shakes her head. “You guys are so gross. Later, Parker.”

Peter trails you to the door so he can close it behind you. Bear’s a few feet ahead of you, and you don’t mean to linger, but you can’t help but look back one last time as you go.

Peter’s leaning in the door, a dish rag over his shoulder. His hair’s chaotic from where you’d run your fingers through it, and his cheeks are still a little pink with warmth. 

As you watch, his eyes crease at the corners. “Love you,” he mouths, too quiet for Bear to hear. He still has the cutlery in his hands he’d been drying before you walked out; two knives, two forks. 

You can feel your face splitting into a smile you’re sure must be even goofier than his. You hold his gaze, and as Bear drags you away, you’re missing him already.

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coffee shop – Zoro SFW

characters: zoro roronoa x fem!reader

Zoro is a grumpy regular at the coffee shop | fluff | SFW

word count: 2.5k

She tapped away at the coffee machine absentmindedly and sighed. She knew it was only matter of time before the rude regular came in. He’s been frequenting her coffee shop for the past year, all she knew about him was his name and that’s only because sometimes when it was busy, she had to take his name for the order.

He would order Americanos throughout the day and sit in the corner of the coffee shop, typing away at his laptop. She didn't mind this had it not been for the fact that he mostly ignored her or when he did acknowledge her, he would be really, really rude.

The door chime brought her daydreaming to a halt and she was met with the very man she was dreading to see.

"Good morning, the regular?" She asked chirpily, as much as she wasn't his biggest fan, she had to keep up appearances as she owned the damn coffee shop. Plus he was a regular customer who actually spent a great deal of his money here.

Zoro gave a nod in acknowledgment but his face soured by the second. He walked up to the counter, standing to his full height of 6'2. He was much taller and stronger than her, she knew he could just crush her with one finger if he wanted to. She shook herself out of her train of thoughts and smiled brightly at him.

"Give me the usual." He spoke, his voice monotone as he looked down at her.

"Americano, coming right up!" The coffee grinder started whirring and she quickly set his coffee down in front of him.

"Cash or card?"

"Card." Taking his card he swiped it at the terminal, making the transaction. The terminal made a beep and he picked up his card, placing it back in his wallet.

"Thanks." His serious, expression came to his face again as he grabbed his drink, taking a sip.

Zoro didn't say anything else, he took his drink and sat down at the corner table, which was facing her, and opened his laptop to work away at it. He grumbled something about how the coffee was never made right, even though he knew it was perfectly fine.

She felt her smile drop as soon as he went away from the counter. She hated this man with a passion... would it hurt him to be a little nicer?

The next few hours passed by and soon it was just her and him in the coffee shop. The silence made the shop a little awkward, she knew this man would be a pain to get along with. He wasn't really talkative and when they did briefly speak, he seemed bored all the time.

He leaned back in the plush chair and stared at her.

She wasn't an idiot, she felt the stare and as much as she tried to avoid eye contact with him, it pissed her off too much to ignore it.

She forced a smile and turned to him, "Can I help you?"

Zoro had a blank, emotionless expression as he looked at her. Before he answered, he took two quick gulps of his coffee. A sigh came out of his mouth as he set the cup on his table.

"No."

He spoke, his tone was still as cold as ever. He didn't like anything and he especially didn't like how her coffee tasted. Though, she was unsure about why he keeps coming back, maybe he enjoys seeing her pissed off. She balled up her fist by her side and forced another smile.

"Okay, well I'll be here if you need me.”

–

The silence made her feel a little off. The blank expression and quietness made him feel a little unsettled. She hated seeing him when he was so serious (which was most of the time) she couldn't stand how rude he was. And she certainly didn't understand why this man never smiled. Like ever. He leaned back in his chair again, not saying anything and typed away at his laptop.

She watched him from behind the counter, frustration bubbling beneath the surface. As the minutes ticked by, the tension in the coffee shop became palpable. Determined not to let this man ruin her day, she took a deep breath and decided to break the silence.

"So, any exciting plans for the day?" she asked, attempting to strike up a casual conversation.

Zoro glanced at her, his expression unchanging. The silence lingered for a moment before he finally responded.

"No plans. Just work," he replied curtly, his eyes returning to the laptop screen.

She couldn't help but feel a pang of emotion for him; he seemed trapped in his own world of monotony. Despite his abrasive demeanour, there was an air of loneliness around him that she couldn't ignore.

"Well, if you ever want a change of pace, we do have some new pastries in the display. Freshly baked this morning." she offered with a friendly smile, hoping to thaw the icy atmosphere between them.

As soon as she made the offer, his eyes lit up slightly – a brief look of interest appeared in his blank expressionless face. He thought about her proposal for a moment.

"I'll take one." He replied with a bored tone.

Zoro didn't really have an interest in talking to her, but perhaps this could be a good ice breaker.

She hid her surprise well, managing a smile as she grabbed a small plate for the pastry. With a fluid movement, she placed a perfect almond croissant in front of him, its flaky layers promising a delightful experience. Zoro eyed it for a moment before taking a cautious bite, his expression unchanging.

"Freshly baked, right?" he asked, a hint of genuine curiosity breaking through his monotone voice.

"Absolutely," she replied, her grin widening. "Straight from the oven this morning."

To her surprise, he hummed in acknowledgment, seeming to appreciate the authenticity of the treat. As he continued to eat, she couldn't help but feel a sense of accomplishment. It was a small victory, but she had managed to crack the tough exterior of the grumpy regular.

Zoro didn't smile, but he seemed more relaxed than he was previously. Though, he didn't speak, he ate his pastry to the last crumb. He looked up with a serious, expression and spoke.

"This is good."

Her heart skipped a beat as those simple words left Zoro's lips. The acknowledgment, albeit delivered in his usual monotone, felt like another victory.

She beamed with pride, "I'm glad you liked it! We've got more treats if you ever want to try something new."

Zoro's emotionless expression stayed on his face but his eyebrow slightly perked up in interest. The curiosity in him grew as she spoke. What if they offered other delicious things? He had to try them.

"What else do you have?"

"Well, we have a new seasonal latte?”

Zoro's ears twitched slightly, the mention of a seasonal latte had got him curious. He didn't like any of the lattes normally – he thought it was just coffee dressed up in unnecessary frills. But seeing her so excited made him want to try it.

"I'll try it." He said bluntly – it wasn't like him to even be somewhat into trying something so different, it was a little suspicious.

"Great! I think you'll really enjoy this one." she said, her enthusiasm shining through as she began preparing the special drink.

As she skilfully crafted the latte, adding a personal touch – a delicate heart art with steamed milk on the creamy surface. Placing it in front of Zoro, she couldn't hide her excitement to see his reaction – she was really hoping he would at least somewhat enjoy it.

"A heart huh?" His lips twitched into a little smirk.

Zoro's smirk caught her off guard, for a moment she was speechless. Was he actually somewhat smiling at her?

"Yeah, a heart."

She said back jokingly, she was shocked that he was even smiling in the first place. She couldn't take her attention away from his smirk, it gave her second thoughts about him. His smile, his smile was charming but intimidating at the same time

Zoro's smirk lingered, and a glint of amusement sparkled in his eyes. The air between them crackled with an unexpected energy, and she found herself captivated by him. The playful banter, so unlike their usual interactions, felt like a breath of fresh air.

"Well, aren't you getting fancy with the latte art?" he teased, his smirk widening into a grin that sent a subtle shiver down her spine. She couldn't deny the charm in that half-smile, a side of him she hadn't anticipated.

"I aim to impress." she retorted, a playful glint in her eyes matching his teasing tone.

Zoro took another sip of the seasonal latte, his gaze never leaving hers. The atmosphere was charged with unspoken words, a magnetic pull that neither could ignore. As they stood there, amidst the aroma of freshly ground coffee beans and the warmth of shared laughter, it became evident that something extraordinary was unfolding.

The chemistry between the two of them was undeniable. His teasing smile was irresistible as it left her cheeks red with blush. She had never expected this to happen between them. She usually thought he was a total jerk to her, but now there was an odd, but amazing tension between them. She couldn't take her eyes away from his, the two of their gazes became locked.

Zoro's smirk was getting wider, he was amused by how red her cheeks were. The blush on her cheeks was adorable, it couldn't get any cuter.

"You always this flustered?" he had a look on his face she couldn't describe. Was it amusement or was it something else?

"No! I'm just..." She trailed off not knowing how to finish that sentence.

Zoro's smirk finally faded away and he chuckled, breaking the tension that was between them.

"Don't worry, I know you're flustered." He teased, his tone was joking but his face was emotionless.

Something about him was...so intriguing, she couldn't take her eyes away from him. That little smirk on his lips, the way his eyes looked at her, his deep voice… now that she looked at him properly, he was actually extremely attractive. The whole package about him was just alluring.

He was teasing her but she didn't mind, his smirk and charming personality gave off a feeling of warmth.

"You're annoying." She said jokingly with a laugh. She noticed how the air between the two of them was very different than before, this whole tension between the two was making it a little hard for her to think straight.

Zoro remained silent for a few moments, just staring at her. She was so adorable – there was this look of admiration that crossed her face. He made no attempt to break his gaze away from her, it was almost like she was drawing him in, like he couldn't look away even if he wanted to.

"It's rude to stare. You can look away any day now, or am I that mesmerising?"

She sat down next to him and rested her head on her hand, smirking at him slightly. "Huh, seems that you are.”

Zoro was taken aback for a moment, but he kept his cool. She was challenging him? She wasn't looking away? They were both playing a game now, she wouldn't be the one to back down or look away first.

"Oh, so, you're implying I'm mesmerising? And you're not going to look away?" He teased, leaning slightly towards her.

She tilted her head and leaned in closer, her half-smile still lingering, still intrigued by the unexpected turn of events.

"Yep and yep.”

Zoro raised an eyebrow as she leaned in closer. The two of them were now dangerously close, so close he could feel her breath on his face as she spoke. She smelt exactly how he imagined she would smell like – sweet.

"I see, so...you're serious about this game? You want to keep going?" His tone was a little more flirty but still had an air of seriousness.

"Oh, absolutely serious," she replied, her lips curving into a playful smile. "Unless, of course, you're afraid you might lose.”

"Hm? I'm far from scared."

He said confidently, leaning in towards her more. It felt like the tension between the two of them was getting higher and higher. His eyes stared into hers, it felt like he was trying to look into her soul. His tone was still confident, he wasn't even slightly nervous about how close him and her were. He was unshakable. Just then, he brought his face even closer.

Her eyes dropped to his lips and back to his eyes again, she whispered, "Are you sure?”

Zoro smirked as he brought his face even closer. The space between them was so small there was hardly an inch of space between them.

"Positive." He whispered back, their lips were only inches away from each other, was it that time he would finally kiss her? The tension felt like it was about to burst, she could feel the heat building up in her body.

"So...are you going to kiss me or what?”

Zoro smirked at her question, it was only a matter of seconds before he took the lead. He wanted to tease her a little more, the anticipation was building. She really wanted this. He felt the heat building up in his body as he saw her looking at him with those gorgeous eyes and that sultry smirk on her face. He was going to play with her a little bit more before he finally gave in.

"Maybe I will." He said, his voice was full of a playful tone, he was enjoying their little game.

"Might want to hurry, heard the barista is closing shop in a bit.”

Zoro grinned and laughed at her comment. The anticipation and the tension between them was building and building, she must've been feeling it too. He finally leaned in and brushed his lips against her sweetly.

"Do you know if the barista is free for a date tomorrow?"

She blushed a little and smiled softly, "I think for you, she is."

He closed the distance between them and kissed her gently. As soon as her lips met his, she melted. His whole body felt like it was bursting with warmth, it felt so amazing. After all those days of back and forth between them, they finally closed that distance between them. A soft and tender kiss, it was something neither of them expected to happen today or ever really. As she pulled away for breath, she could see him smiling a little – she loved how handsome it made him seem.

"Great, tell her I'll pick her up after closing time tomorrow then.”

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here's a fluffy one shot I wrote, I tried to keep him in character – hope you enjoyed and as always, please feel free to request a fanfic! <3

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[joonsytip]

Coffee, Tea or just more of Me? || Vernon

Pairings: Vernon x Fem!Reader

Genre: Fluff, Crack, Strangers to Friends to Lovers au, Barista!Reader au, Jock!Vernon au, University au

Synopsis: Vernon thinks life has given him another chance when sees the new barista of the café he is a regular at. You think the popular jock of the university is weird for always zoning out on you. It's the same everyday, until you to decide it's enough.

Word Count: 4.5k

Warnings: nothing heavy just mentions of staring a lot, mention of murder as a joke once, kissing, mentions of lots of beverages, dramatic Seungkwan and Junhui but equally wholesome (lmk if I missed any)

Banner credits to my baby @hoeforhao <3

A/N: Please Like, Comment and Reblog, it would really help me keep going ♡

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He is staring at you again.

An exaggerated huff stirs out of your chest and you turn to the customer who looks like he'd would faint if deprived of his iced tea one more second.

You have recently started working as a part timer at the café which is a block down from your university, no genius for guessing, to add some cash to your wallet for covering some of your expenses.

The café jostles as an extremely busy hub at afternoons. Mornings doesn't attract much of a crowd except for the zombie like students who basically live on caffeine, would undoubtedly bleed in dark brownish through veins.

You work in evening shifts and evenings attract bunch of loud and shout guys.

Today's no exception, the familiar faces flood into the place, some continuous screeching of chairs or calls of name, some hearty laughs or snarky remarks that follows before all of it simmers down.

Junhui nudges at your arm and before your questioning gaze falls on him, it lands on that one face with prominent and sharpest features, hair dyed in shades of brown those stick on his sweat glistening forehead.

His eyes are not glued on you. Finally.

You look at your shiftmate, "What?"

"I thought you finally got a break.", Junhui comments while pouring coffee powder in the brewing machine.

"A break?", you echo in confusion, "I don't recollect--"

"A break from being stared at.", Junhui cuts you off when you fail catch his humour.

The eye roll that he gets as a response has him worried that they would really roll to the back of your head someday.

"Oh my god, he's coming here", Junhui squeals, "I'll fleet inside so he thinks you're alone at the counter but I'd be peaking from behind okay?", and next he's making an abrupt run to the backside.

You breathe in, breathe out and strech your lips in a smile as you walk back to the order section.

"Hi Vernon", you greet, "Can I please know your order?"

Vernon's eyes blow wide, as he whips his head from the menu card he's holding to meet your eyes.

"H-Hi...", he's shocked, so panicked right now, "Do you know me?"

Yes, you're the one who always stares at me.

Ofcourse you know him. Everybody knows him.

The star forward of the varsity soccer team.

Chwe Vernon Hansol.

You have a motive today and that's to ask him what's his deal. The only reason for which you had purposefully spilled out his name.

"You're quite popular.", you give him a smile, "And we share the Graphical Engi--"

"We share the Graphical Engineering lecture?", he spurts out comically, as if he's hearing the most amusing or the most non sensical thing in the world and the next question confirms it, "We both go to the same uni?"

"Yeah we do.", you say somewhat dejected and your thumb hovers over the computer screen, "Your order please."

"Do we seriously share the GE lecture?", he asks one more time and you simply nod.

Not something unobvious, the times you've noticed him after entering the lecture hall, you have always found his head propped on his bag which is loaded on the desk and he's soundly sleeping.

Something obvious that he doesn't know because the two of you don't even fall into the category of acquaintances.

You know him because everyone knows him because as said he's popular.

He mouths a 'wow' and goes back to ogling the same menu card. With only you being behind the counter and no one being behind him to place orders you know he's gonna take long time just to order his regular, a Latte Macchiato.

"A Latte Macchiato please.", he says and you nod robotically.

"Anything else?", you ask out of habit and your thumb is almost pressing the confirm button for billing, knowing he never has any add ons.

"Would you like to suggest something?"

You gape at him amused.

Vernon has his expectant eyes on you and you have your comical ones on him.

"Y/N?", he asked with concern and your eyes blow wider.

Your gaze immediately drops on your uniform, no there isn't any tag of your name pinned on you.

He's not reading your name, he knows your name.

"How do you know my name?", you ask him stunned. No you are not over reacting, not when you have seen who and how hard people are trying to woo him.

Oh well, his nicknames include Geek God and DiCaprio.

Vernon thinks he has caused an accidental slip up and thinks of ways to cover it up.

"Your co-workers call you by your name, I've heard it many times.", he blurts out.

You don't buy it but you don't peer further.

It's been two weeks since you are working in the café and you hadn't even noticed him until Junhui decided to knock over your obliviousness.

It was your third shift and you were seated on the tool leisurely when Junhui came over saying.

"Vernon keeps on looking at you. I have been noticing."

"Vernon? The Geek God VERNON? Looking at me? Sure, I look funny."

That was your comment before you waved him off instantly.

Day four and you decide to observe the varsity star just to confirm the genuineness of Junhui's comments.

"He's staring at you again."

This time you pull out your pocket mirror and Junhui, the genius angles it perfectly so no one was suspecting anything and you confirmed that Vernon was really staring at you.

You didn't what to make out of his blank expression.

The next week rolled in and you were having a casual conversation with Junhui and your best friend, the best gossip pal Seungkwan.

"Oh my god, you're planning to bag Vernon--"

Seungkwan's dramatic quip stopped abruptly when you slapped your hand on his mouth.

"Nothing adds up, Kwan. He definitely stares but with the most neutral expression I have ever seen on anyone. Like he could be plotting my murder but again he could also be looking at me and thinking about Teletubbies in his head."

Junhui was almost rolling on the floor which he was supposed to mop after those words left your mouth.

"But he lingers longer when Y/N is at counter.", Junhui managed to add, "The time he spends there holding that same menu card, if it had been me, I'd have had it memorized."

Two curious pair of eyes landed on the blonde haired boy and he took his position on one of the tools as he crossed his legs and leaned back at the wall behind.

"I have been working here for over a year and trust me, Vernon never made orders. Their group have a guy called Chan, who mostly places the collective order. I think I have taken orders from almost everyone but Vernon. He never did until Y/N came."

Seungkwan was suddenly wolf whistling and doing some questionable dancing with Junhui.

But you were still concerned.

Did you anyhow do something to offend him?

Vernon likes you, a lot.

It's not sudden, it's not prolated.

His liking towards you leads back to Cheshire, a stray cat he has been sheltering for some time.

The first time he saw you was when he decided to visit Cheshire before heading towards home after a game. You were already feeding her a can of tuna, unaware of his presence.

He watched you petting her, making funny sounds to entertain her to you sitting on the ground so that she could lay on your lap and take a nap.

Though his heart swelled and chest tinged, he watched it all with a straight face. Often misunderstood by people because of his blank stares he's tired of convincing them that it's never intentional, rather a habit by birth. He's just a bit lesser expressive that's all.

This continued for days, he would watch you play with Cheshire and waited until you left so that Cheshire could get her dose of SeroVertonin for the day.

Unknowingly, he develops a bond with you, solely from his side.

Vernon is also so grateful to you. Once Cheshire had gone missing for two days and Vernon could feel his heart plummeting to stomach, a fear creeping within him when he couldn't find her in all the places he searched.

He had given up but still visited the place in hopes of seeing her. He could vividly remember the pang in his chest when he saw her again inside the shelter with a note stuck on one of the bricks.

Hi,

I found her by an alleyway that's really far from here. She's safe so don't worry. Thanks for providing her a shelter.

Vernon still keeps the note in his wallet.

The day he decided to introduce himself to you was the day you stopped showing up. And he had no way to reach up to you except for waiting.

He gradually gave up with lots of regret and longing until he saw you again at the café.

Always been asked out, never have asked someone out person Vernon was at loss of words and actions. With no idea how to approach you, he sorted back to his same old habit.

While you indulged in different activities, he indulged himself in watching you, unaware that you have caught onto it.

Next day during GE lecture, you are scribbling down the notes in a questionable handwriting knowing you won't be able to decipher a word out of it later.

When the professor excuses himself out of the hall for some sudden priority work you could sense someone's gaze on you.

Quickly whipping your head and sweeping glances across the hall makes your gaze meets with Vernon's.

Oh, how could you not guess it.

He's flustered when he looks away and next he's grabbing his bag and skipping down the stairs to fleet out of the class.

But your sprint to catch him is faster than the Cheetahs.

"Vernon!"

You call out at the corridor and now every living object in the area is looking at you, waiting for another proposal - rejection episode.

Suddenly you feel small, having those curious eyes, mocking smiles pivoted at you.

Vernon notices your flickering gaze and he doesn't like the creases between your brows.

In three large strides, he covers the distance between two of you and before you could comprehend the situation, his loud voice reaches your ears.

"You didn't have to run so hard for returning my pen.", he's eyeing the pen in your hand, "But I'll take it because you have a habit of loosing them."

The murmurs are loud as others try hard to understand the dynamics you both share.

A glare in sweeping gaze from the jock causes the whispers to simmer down and the crowd regain it's mobility again.

"Thanks",you peer ar him, "Can I talk to you for a moment?"

Vernon thinks he should be run away. His heels are hot and his mind is calculating precs for a run but his heart wants to listen to you.

This time the heart prevails.

As Vernon follows you to the emptier section of the corridor, you think you'd get indigestion from the venomous glares you are accumulating throughout.

"Have I done something to upset you?"

Your question catches him off guard.

When he doesn't respond you throw a follow up, "I'm sorry if I'm wrong but I have seen you staring at me for past days."

Vernon cheeks blush up in pink tint as his gaze falls down. He's biting his lip and shaking his head.

You know his having a conversation in his head but right now you want to be a part of it.

"I won't be judging you if that's what you're worried about.", you assure him, "I just want to know if I have ever unintentionally caused you trouble in any possible way."

Time is elapsing but you wait with all the patience. Vernon seems distressed and you feel bad for this sudden counter you have roped him into.

"I'm sorry for making you uncomfortable.", he says in a calm and assuring voice, "That wasn't my intention. It's just, I always have this poker face on and people feel, well, how you're feeling right now.", he laughs but you could feel the strain behind the words.

"I have been searching for you so long and now that I've found you, as cheesy as it sounds", his lips curl up the slightest almost making no difference to the previous neutral expression but this time you notice the gleam in his eyes as he says, "I can't take my eyes of you."

Your heart skips a beat. Damn Vernon for being so smooth.

"Cheshire misses you.", and he adds suddenly so now nothing is making sense to you.

"What do you mean by that? Do we know each other from before? Who's Cheshire?"

Vernon chuckles and he's pulling out his phone to show you his device wallpaper.

Your hand fly to your mouth in shock when you recognise whom Vernon is refering to.

"I also miss her.", You say with a stain of longing in your voice and look at him expectantly, "I can take a guess at some parts but you'll have to fill up the rest for me."

Vernon agrees instantly.

"But for now if you're free, would you mind taking me to her?"

"Ofcourse! Let's go.", he offers and he's relieved, "I'll explain everything on the way."

You are miserable without Junhui as the later takes a day off to perform at another gig. The café is not as busy so you're bored.

"Can I place my order?"

Your voice perks up at the familiar voice and your gaze lifts to see Vernon standing at the queue lane.

"Sure Sir", and you're laughing at the face he makes, "Latte macchiato is it?"

"Yes--"

"No.", you cut him off, "Let me serve you my special today, up for it?"

Vernon nods in delight and he goes back to take his seat and you go to the kitchen, asking your coworker to manage the counter for some time.

When you come back with a glass of Peach Tranquility on the tray, Vernon salivates at the beverage because of the fruity smell and vibrant colours.

"I never knew a Herbal Tea could taste this good.", Vernon compliments you, "Or is the magic in the hands of the one making it?"

Your cheeks warm up, meeting his gaze seems to be difficult so you scurry away making an excuse of getting to the counter.

Does he make your heart flutter as much as you do to his, Vernon ponders over.

Jealousy is a disease and you have it.

It's been weeks since you introduced Vernon to two of your treasured friends. You still remember the first encounter.

"Should I leave? They don't like me it seems."

Vernon whispered in your ear and you held his arm on an instinct, a gesture meaning no stay.

After some awkward glances and formal talks you were successful in stirring the fluidity between the three.

And now, Seungkwan and Junhui are more Vernon's friends then they are yours.

You are really content, though sometimes you get jealous how close they seem but it's funny how perfectly Vernon slots himself in your life.

What's funnier? It's the way your heart has been constricting whenever you're around Vernon. The air around get harder to breath in when he's too close to you. You know what it means, you're not dumb.

And because you're not dumb you know that harbouring a crush on Vernon is ridiculous because, well, he's handsome, he's a popular and he has the whole town lined up for him.

Everytime it occurs to you, a wistful sigh comes out and you end up waving the thoughts away.

Your memories of the past weeks makes you realise how Vernon clogs in each one of them.

"If I'm failing this class, it's on you."

Your GE lectures are similar expect nowadays you are occupying one of the chairs at back and Vernon's bag is of no use as he always lays his head on your shoulder quoting it gives him the best sleep.

"Stop being dramatic, take notes and let me sleep Y/N."

Instead of taking notes, you always end up counting his lashes, admire his sharp nose or linger your gaze on his lush lips.

"Don't you have a match tomorrow?"

You couldn't pinpoint since when you had started taking notes of his session calenders for the soccer matches.

"Will you come?"

It was kind off ritual to Vernon, asking you to attend the matches and getting a no everytime. Not that he minded, knowing you had no interest or knowledge in the sports, plus the extra classes you attended was taking much of your time and he would never want to add another baggage to your counter.

"Here, I made you porridge since you still have fever but decided to work your shift.", Vernon places the carrier on the counter sounding disappointed, "I got you some medicines as well."

After your shift ended, you found Vernon waiting for you by one of the tables. You took the carrier and pushed it to him, taking the seat adjacent to his.

"You want me to feed you?"

You didn't even have to answer him and he was opening the lids while holding the spoon in his hands.

The red tints on your cheeks were not from fever burns but because of the guy who was feeding you, even letting you use his other arm as a pillow but he didn't need to know that.

Seungkwan takes a sip of his Iced Americano in silence. Junhui is unusually quiet, he's the one spacing out today.

"You have done nothing except for sipping on that never ending drink", Vernon points to Seungkwan in an accusatory tone and turns to the one sitting beside him, "And you, are you awake? Are you sleeping? Are you even listening?"

Seungkwan lets out a hum, a poised one which makes Vernon anxious.

"So you admit to liking Y/N?"

Vernon cocks his brow, "Is this a court session? Am I being charged?"

"Just answer in Yes or No."

"Yes. I like her, a lot. I think I love her.", Vernon says it again, with sincerity and emphasis.

Junhui chimes in with a grin, "We know. You're damn obvious but", the grin is wipped off and seriousness ghosts over as he continues, "It's not that we don't trust you but we want to be sure that this is not some kind of prank or a bet which general goes on between the group of jocks. We have seen that a lot and everytime the one on recieving end gets heartbroken, mocked and it becomes their pain to bear."

"The one causing it is termed cool or passed as if it's obvious. It never effects the popular person. They go on as if nothing ever happened and their popularity remains the same.", Seungkwan picks up, "To be honest, your other circle is good, I have never seen or heard anything problematic which comes as a surprise but I hope you understand where we both are coming from."

"No one would want to see their friend suffer", Vernon says with stark seriousness, "I swear on Cheshire and Soccer that I really love Y/N and I want to court her."

Seungkwan gasps before closing the palms over his mouth.

Junhui stands on his feet wide eyed, the chair making the loudest screech because of the abrupt movement.

And Vernon thinks he had said something wrong. Incredibly wrong.

"Oh my god, did you hear him?", Seungkwan asks Junhui.

"He's totally smitten, gosh!", comes the other's response.

Vernon groans, heart pulsating a little lesser than before. He's at fault for forgetting how dramatic these two idiots can be.

They exchange a knowing glance before looking Vernon.

"Confess to her.", both of them say in unison.

Vernon is however unfazed, "Trust me I want to. If I could do it right now--"

"Do it as soon as you can.", Seungkwan encourages him.

"It's not easy when I know I'll get awkward around her", Vernon knows he's gonna spend some sleepless nights, "But I need to one up."

You are confused when you reach the shelter to see no signs of Vernon when he was the one to call you up to meet him here.

Cheshire meows at you, circling around your feet when you notice a note tied to her tail.

Turn left and walk past the tree if you wanna a play a game with me.

-Vernon

Your eyes squint searching for the creator of the note that you're holding as you turn around. You start walking towards the instructed place while Cheshire follows you.

Vernon is so nervous that if now someone asks him which team he plays for he'd mix up the names, his jersey number, even the position he plays in.

He almost jolts when he sees you approaching but Goodness Gracious his calming pill, Cheshire is also with you.

"What's the meaning of this note?"

"I want to send a code to you.", Vernon explains, "Answer three questions to get a slot each time and put it as a whole to decode my message."

You have never been this confused in your entire existence but you comply.

"First question,", Vernon says, his nervousness swaying away a bit, "Which jersey number is generally assigned to a team's first choice goalkeeper?"

The gears in your head don't need to turn at all.

You immediately respond, "When I said, I intake everything you speak about your passion including facts, I mean it.", your lips curl up, "The answer is 1."

Everytime he thinks his heart couldn't swell more you prove it wrong.

"Correct!", he is grinning, being so proud of you.

You mirror his grin

"Next question is... it's the easiest of all", his brows cocks at you, "What's the only self-enumerating number in English?"

You scoff and speak nonchalantly, "4. What am I, a four year old trying to memorize numbers?"

Vernon chuckles, "You got that correct too. Now time for the last question."

You brace yourself for the last one. Cheshire is seated on the ground, in between you two, her gaze moving from you to Vernon and vice versa.

"I am usually found with a couple of friends, Quarter a dozen, and you'll find me again. What am I?", he asks with a underlying tone, "Even though it's a riddle, you'll have to take the words as it is to crack this."

It's time you have use your brain. Riddles are meant to make you think about everything expect for the actual answer which most of times are present in the question itself.

Vernon watches you intently as you bite your nail, a habit of yours when you're thinking too hard. He crouches to pet Cheshire and the later purrs in content.

Some time passes by and you're still thinking of everything and anything unaware of the amused looks you're getting from both Vernon and Cheshire.

"Got it!", your sudden yell startles him, "The answer is 3!"

Vernon is instantly up on his heels as he smiles, "Congratulations for getting all the no-brainers correct.", he laughs when you scowl, "Now the last part, put the answers together and you'll get the code. Decode it and that'll be the message I'm trying to send you."

"Okay, let me put it together.", you mumble, "In order right? Then it's 1 4 3--"

You tongue gets tied and you look at Vernon with wide eyes. The nervousness that had simmered down comes back to him tenfold. He could feel his legs giving up when he meets your gaze.

None of you speak.

Both of you are frozen.

His heart might burst out of his chest if you prolong your answer one minute more. You only hope that what's Vernon trying to say is the only meaning to 143 that you know.

Cheshire, the cute little bean could also sense the tension between her adoptive parents. So she meows to stir some mobility.

Vernon thinks it's time he asks for his sake. He's about to open to his mouth when he hears you.

"I love you too.", you say so timidly and look away that Vernon has to close the gap between you two.

"Can you say it again?", he asks in desperation, "Do you really mean it?"

The index hooked under your chin, forces you to look at him.

"I love you, Vernon."

Comes your affirmation and the words that he needed to hear.

His head dips down to plant his lips on yours. Your arms circle around his neck and his settles on your waist.

He has his eyes opened while you have them closed. That's definitely a sight he'd love to see everyday, he's sure. You're loving the plush of his lips against yours and you don't miss how gentle his grip is on you. This feeling is so new yet so satisfactory that you'd need to have it everyday, you're sure.

"I love you, Y/N.", he whispers against your lips and you pull him back to have the touch of his lips again.

It's intoxicating.

You are kissing under the stars, moonlight being the only illumination on you both. The birds are chirping something soothing faraway and the cold breeze is doing nothing to cool you because it's Vernon, the only other you can feel on yourself.

You both break the kiss giggling when you hear another mewl from Cheshire. You immediately lift up the feline in your arms and Vernon is hugging you from back as you both pet her.

"You could have just confessed directly you know?", you crane your neck to tease him, "What if I got the answers wrong?"

Vernon pecks your forehead and says, "I had a lot of alternatives ready. I wouldn't have let you go until I got the correct answers from you."

You gaped at him in disbelief.

"Such a dork."

"But your dork", he laughs making you smile as well.

"How about we rename Cheshire to Cupid?"

"The shop is closed, we won't be taking anymore orders Sir.", you are half leaning on the counter and as you joke around with the man standing infront of you.

Your boyfriend.

Vernon is unfazed, "I was in a mood good, would have tipped you well."

You snort at his response and you're undoing the ties of your apron, "Well in that case, along with our regular menu I can provide you an exclusive item."

"Sounds good, can I know what it entails?"

You keep the apron inside the case and walk out from behind the counter. When you do so, Vernon is instantly pulling you to him as he entwines his fingers with yours.

"Would you prefer Coffee, Tea", you grin tightening your grip on him, "or just more of Me?"

Vernon feigns to ponder, even rubbing his chin for a good measure, "The last one sounds appealing. I'd always like to have you, love."

"You're so corny.", you're pinching the bridge of his nose, "Good that I love you."

Vernon just smiles and the warmth he's radiates is enough for you to thrive longer, to love stronger.

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Stuck At Work

Reblog if you like meet-cute soft feedist romance and fat4fat. Nothing scandalous or explicit in this one, just a tale of fast food fun on the job, written in response to this request. Thanks for the ask, anon!

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She didn't mind being stuck at work with him for the night.

Tuesday nights were quiet after the dinner rush, with not many customers stopping in, either at the drive-thru or the counter. On really slow nights, like tonight, the manager sometimes had her cover both. She couldn't quite reach both the indoor cash register and the drive-thru window from the same chair, but it was just a couple of steps from one to the other, so she spent most of the downtime scrolling through her phone and sneaking glances at him.

He was busy in the kitchen, preparing burger orders as they came in and refreshing the contents of the french fryer and shake machines. He had a chair of his own that he spent most of his time in when it was just him in the kitchen, and she couldn't help admiring how deftly he moved, reaching with a calculated economy of motion to flip a burger with one hand and pull a shake with the other.

She couldn't help admiring his belly, either. Their shifts didn't overlap very often, and while they weren't the only two fat people who worked at the restaurant, they were by far the two biggest. She felt a sense of kinship with him. Kinship, but also attraction. The way his folds of fat seemed to swallow up the shirt of his regulation uniform, the way she could sometimes catch just a glimpse of belly peeking out at the bottom… the sight of him made her more than a little bit flustered, and she couldn't help imagining what he might look like with his uniform off, how deliciously big and soft he'd be if she had him in her bedroo--

Snap out of it, she thought to herself, as the intercom of the drive thru crackled and she punched in an order for a cheeseburger and two kids' meals. He'd think you were crazy if you told him about feedism. And you're not supposed to flirt at work. She sighed. Even a slow night's work kept them just busy enough that it was hard to carry on a conversation in more than snippets, and after the disaster with her last boyfriend she had gotten cautious about admitting to guys that not only did she not mind being fat, she liked it, and she liked it when they were fat too. Another lonely night at the register, she thought to herself before sneaking another glance at him. His back was turned, and she could see his enormous rolls of backfat quivering in the snug uniform shirt as he reached to dip another basket of fries in the fryer. At least I get to enjoy the eye candy.

The intercom crackled to life again. The car was definitely full of teenagers, and they were definitely drunk. Or high. Probably both. She tried to make out the names of particular value meals from the din of at least four or five voices shouting their orders, changing them halfway through, cracking up laughing for no reason, circling back around to ask for the same thing they asked for in the first place. By the time they were finished she had cued up a half-dozen burger meals with sodas, three chicken meals, two extra baskets of fries, and (thanks to a particularly loudmouthed voice who kept saying "I can't decide!" in a mock whine), a trio of extra-large thick shakes, one each of chocolate, strawberry and vanilla.

"Big order coming in, huh?" She could just hear his voice over the crackle of the fryer. Her double chins quivered as she turned her head to see him smiling. "Yup. At least it's the last one for the night. 11:59 on the dot."

"I'll get to work." He was as fast and efficient as ever, and a moment later she was hefting herself up from the chair with a grunt and stepping over to the window between the kitchen and the register where he had just placed a tray of food. Suddenly she blushed. My shirt is riding up, she thought. Gripping it with both hands, she tugged it down quickly and fiercely where it had started to expose a few inches of her own swaying lower belly. Fortunately, his back was turned again. She reached for the tray of food.

"Wait, there's more. Since we're closing up, I'll just bring the rest out to you now. That way you don't have to make two trips."

"Thanks." She took another few steps and slipped into the drive-thru booth, her hips just barely brushing the doorframe. She set down the tray and slid open the window to pass the bags out. Behind her, she heard the kitchen door open.

Suddenly, there was a sound of coughing and laughter, a deafening roar and a streak of light as the car sped past the window, a screech as it braked suddenly at the turn out of the parking lot, and a final roar as it sped off into the night.

"Damn it." She slid the window closed and turned around. "Dine and dash."

"More like drive-thru and das-- WHOA!"

She hadn't realized he was almost on top of her at the entrance to the booth. How did she not notice? He must have stepped towards her just as the engine was revving. With the same swiftness he used when he was juggling the fryer, the grill and the shake machine, he managed to drop the tray he had been holding while catching the handles of the bags that had been sitting on it. He instinctively stretched out the other hand out to steady himself, though, and it crashed straight into her shoulder, sending her spinning at an angle back into the drive-thru booth. Losing his own balance as she stumbled, he swung forwards, just barely avoiding a crash into the plexiglas window as he caught himself with his shoulder against the wall opposite the one where her back was pressed.

They were face to face and belly to belly.

"Whew." For a moment all they could do was breathe, heavy and ragged with the sudden exertion. She saw him try to take a step back, only to find that between the window and the doorframe, his ass and thighs were wedged in so tightly by the pressure of their bellies that he couldn't do it. He tried again.

"I think we're stuck." There was such a sheepish look on his face but she couldn't help laughing. And with her face just a foot or two from his -- their bellies took up a lot of space -- she was even more struck than usual by his boyishly charming eyes, his quivering triple chins, his enormous fat cheeks that dimpled as he smiled back. "What a way to end the night, huh? At least it's closing time."

"This is like something out of a fetish cartoon!" she blurted out. Oh my god. I can't believe I just said that.

"Like a what?" There was a quizzical expression on his face, but still a hint of a smile on his lips.

"I mean -- it's like something you'd see on the Internet."

"Yeah? Where on the Internet?" He laughed, and when his belly began to jiggle, hers did too. She realized suddenly that both of their shirts had ridden up, and the bottoms of their bellies were touching, skin-to-skin. Despite the embarrassment of the situation, and the further embarrassment of putting her foot in her mouth, the sudden realization was electric. It felt so good, so warm, so fat…

Snap out of it! she told herself once again. "I don't know," she said, suddenly desperate to change the subject and get out of the booth. "Places."

"Places, huh." The smile on his face was still there. "Well, talk about places. We're stuck in the drive through booth." He managed to extend an arm out to pull the curtain down over the window. Reversed from their vantage point, the letters on the opaque plastic curtain read: CLOSED.

"There you go. Now at least nobody on the Internet will see us." He grinned. "I'm not sure I can get out of here without either tearing my shirt off or giving myself a nasty scrape on that doorframe. But at least we won't starve to death." He wedged one of the bags between their bellies, opened it up, and pulled out a double cheeseburger.

She couldn't help laughing. "How can you be so relaxed? We're stuck in the booth!" Something about his tone of voice was putting her at ease, almost like he didn't mind being stuck here with her, their fat bellies pressed together as their shirts rode up. But that's silly, she thought to herself. He's just trying to calm me down.

"Well, there are worse places to be. And like I said, we're not gonna starve." He unwrapped the cheeseburger and took a bite. "Unless I get flensed by that doorframe, it's actually pretty comfy."

"Flensed?"

"Yeah. Strip my blubber off. I mean, I am kind of a whale." Seeing the sudden blush on her face, he grinned. "C'mon, I know I'm a big guy. And a big guy's gotta be able to have a sense of humor sometimes. Like when he's stuck in the drive-thru booth with the cutest girl on the entire fast food strip."

At that, she blushed even further.

"Aren't you hungry? You don't eat when you get nervous?" He popped the last of the cheeseburger into his mouth, reached into the bag, and pulled out an extra-large carton of fries. "But seriously, I've seen how you look at me sometimes. You're an FFA. It's obvious. And I'll be honest, it's hard not to look at you that way sometimes, too."

Her breath had returned to normal from the shock of crashing into him, but her heart was beating faster now. He laughed and lifted a handful of french fries to her mouth. "Here, eat! If we're stuck here forever, at least it'll be a good last meal."

The mouthful of moist, juicy fries was what finally put her fully at ease. "You're right. A good meal and good company." I can't believe I'm doing this, she thought as she reached a hand out to touch the side of his exposed belly. "I'm glad it was you and not the manager."

He smiled. "That's for sure. You know I never said anything to you because it's against HR to flirt at work, right? But so is eating the food from a dine-and-dash. And I'm pretty sure getting stuck in the booth is against the rules too. So we might as well enjoy ourselves."

"Good thing those kids ordered all three kinds of shake."

"You can say that again. If it were just vanilla I'd get bored." He winked. "Tell that one to your mysterious Internet site, big girl."

She laughed. "Okay, you got me. It's feedist stuff. How did you know?"

"I can see your phone from the kitchen. You're not supposed to be scrolling 'hashtag: fat boys' at work. But I don't mind. Do you think I got this fat by working at a fast food restaurant?" He paused for a beat. "Well, okay, I did. But doing it on purpose was the fun part."

"Mmm. Can I do this on purpose?" Squeezing his belly with both hands, she leaned in to kiss him. With her tongue already in his mouth, mingling with the lingering taste of the french fries and anticipating the milkshakes, all he could do was put a hand on her own exposed belly and squeeze back yes.

She didn't mind being stuck at work with him for the night.

#feedist fiction #mutual gain fiction #mutual gaining #mutual weight gain #soft feedism #feedist meet cute #wg fiction #weight gain fiction #wg fic #mutual feeding #fat4fat

[joellkeeny]

Are you doing any blurbs? I was just picturing a modern Steve working in an office and he’s super flirty with you and one night you’re both working late and hook up in the office. But it’s one of those hook ups where both are DEF gonna catch feelings

yes I am!!! thanks for the request, I really appreciate you for trusting me with this idea :)

It's 9:15, far too late to be arriving to the office so you keep your head down as you pass through the rows cubicles, silently reclaiming your spot in your squeaky chair before you sigh as you turn on the computer. Bouncing your knee, you pray that no one noticed your obvious absence for the first hour of the day, that is until he peaks his head over the wall separating your cubicles, leaning his forearms on the not so sturdy wall as he grins, the familiar, cocky curl of his lips greeting you as you try to ignore him. “What do you want, Harrington?” You keep your eyes on your computer as you click through your files, arranging the day's tasks and making a schedule for yourself. He just chuckles, still watching you and the silent tactic seems to work on pulling your attention to him solely. “What?“ You repeat yourself, glaring at him with a huff and just by the way he looks at you, you already see the joke concocting in his head.

“So, was he good?” Asking vaguely, he taps his fingers on the wall. You don't need more than a mere few seconds to realize what he's talking about. “Oh shut up. I woke up late.” Rolling your eyes at the discreet suggestion of having a hookup to keep you up late, you miss the way he breathes out subtly, as if relieved by the fact. Ignoring him once again, you get up from your chair, padding through the office to the small kitchen you share with about ten other people. Turning on the coffee machine, you wait as you place your mug down, watching as if fills up with the liquid gold. He's hot on your heels, resting on the counter next to you, his arms crossing over his chest before he leans closer. “You know, Mark just said he needed two volunteers to stay after hours to help with the files that just came in today.” He elbows your arm slightly, knowing what he's suggesting by the way he wiggles his brows.

Huffing again, you focus on the coffee as you add the sugar, mixing it thoroughly before taking a sip. Slipping past him, you try to go down the hall again before he stops you, blocking the door by stepping in front of you, his hands on the doorframe. “Oh come on, we both need the extra cash, and what better way to earn it than with your favorite coworker?” You snort indignantly as if he just said the funniest thing ever. You would cross your arms over your chest if it weren't for the minimal distance between the two of you, his pretty brown eyes boring into yours in a way which always makes you feel warmer than you should around him. “I'd rather rot in my tiny apartment with no money instead.” Pushing at his chest, he moves out of the way, though still keeping close as he follows you back to the cubicles. “Ouch.” He shakes his head with a chuckle, letting you sit down in your chair again, warm mug nestled in your hands as you look at him. He would be offended by your words if it weren't for the fact that he's known you for your years and this was just the way your friendship worked. Rude remarks and teasing jokes shared between the walls of the office, and though he'd never let anyone talk to him the way you do, he still doesn't know why you're so special.

“Okay, I'll tell Mark he has two eager volunteers for the job.” With a chuckle, he leaves you alone as you turn back to your desk, focusing on your work as you try to shove the fact that you'll lose your free time on some stupid files away from your mind.

What had started out as a short session of file sorting and chatting with Steve turned in a five hour work session, your nerves becoming too to bear much as you plop down in your boss's chair, the remaining files resting on the desk. Steve is no better shape than you, his tie loosened from his neck, sleeves rolled up to his forearms as he rubs over his face, settling down another file and a stack of papers before he leans against the desk in front of you. “Can't fucking believe this,” You mutter, knowing that your boss omitted to imply the huge amount of work there was to be done by two poor employees who have to return to work the next day at 8 am sharp. “You know what? Fuck him and fuck the money, I'm nit lifting another finger.” Sighing, you lean back in your chair and shake your head, unsure of how to deal with the insane amount of work left to be done and lack of time and energy.

You're both gazing at each other, you can see the cogs turning in his head, yet you're not able to decipher what he's thinking about and you only realize it now that it has been way too long since you've tested each other's patience. You've been working patiently side by side without any remarks or jokes, no pulling on each other's strings but just simply working together. And that's when you realize that it's a choice to poke fun at each other, perhaps trying to ignore the bubbling feeling each time he gives you his signature grin, or shove away the sweet words he manages to sneak in between his teasing ones and just accept that you actually might like Steve Harrington.

Sure, he's not the man you've imagined falling for, but it feels the same for him though he knows he's got it bad for you and can't help but wonder if you do. The second time you look up at him, his eyes are already locked on yours, his fingers tightening around the edge of the desk as he swallows, his adam's apple bobbing being the only evidence of that as he seems to keep his composure intact. “What?” You ask yet again, the man being both an open book and a box full of surprises all wrapped up in one, never knowing where his mind is though you can easily guess that he's probably cooking up a dirty joke.

“You know what.” He responds simply, not even bothering to take his eyes off of you while he shifts closer, resting in front of you on the desk while he almost straddles your crossed legs, one hand slowly shifting to the arm of the chair. “Steve?” Asking as you slightly shrink back in your seat, he settles his other hand on the armrest of the chair before pulling you close until the edge of the chair bumps into his knees. “Steve, what are you doing?” It's not panic in your voice, but uncertainty, unsure of what he wants to do and afraid that you'll misread the signals and end up ruining this thing you have with him.

“We should do something about this....thing, we have. It's driving me insane.” He mutters as his eyes focus on your lips as they part a bit, releasing a shaky breath when you notice where his eyes travel. “What thing?” You dare to ask, maybe even joke if the limited distance between your bodies wasn't sucking out all the oxygen in the room. “Oh don't play dumb...” You might as well do that as you gaze at him, the air growing thicker. He cocks his head as he leans down over the chair, his demeanor faltering a bit as he sees the look in your eyes, not wanting to make you uncomfortable, the last thing he wants is to be fired if you file a complaint to HR about his inappropriate behavior at work.

He is in love, maybe, but he's not stupid. Letting you think for a few moments, he sees the realization down over you with the way your eyes widen a bit, not even believing that he's suggesting something like that. “You want to...” It's a question that shouldn't even be uttered before he nods, his nose brushing yours in the process as he does. His scent is something distinctive out of the bunch. The always lingering coffee on his clothes as he always insists on making his at home before work, his cologne, not too strong at this hour, more so letting you get just a slight waft as he leans closer, his hand sliding up over your arm until it reaches your face where the warmth of his palm envelops your cheek.

“Do it.” You challenge, suddenly gaining a short rush of adrenaline that flows rapidly through your veins, burning hot as it somehow makes you ache for him, long for something you've never felt. “Do it, Harrington, you're all talk, ever since we met.” You challenge, craning your neck up in a futile attempt at catching a taste of his lips while also trying to rile him up and mask the way you're slowly crumbling under his gaze, ready to comply to his every wish.

He stays put for longer than a few beats as if unsure if you're really trying to push his buttons or if you're meaning each and every word coming out of your mouth. Torn between listening to the little mocking voice in his head telling him he'll make a fool of himself if he does end up listening to you, and just giving in to the temptation of your glossy lips to claim them as his own. Seeing the cogs turn in his head as he debates his options, you swallow your pride and try to push the negative thoughts away as you reach a shaky hand up to his smooth cheek and pull him down to place a soft peck to his lips, feeling his hands tighten their grip on the armrest of your chair, tugging you even closer as he melts into you. One taste of your lips and he already knows it's going to be his doom if he doesn't taste them again, and so this time, his hand doesn't shy away from gripping your cheek and pulling you in to his lips, letting them meld together as he moans instantly, moving your head up as he pushes the chair away from the desk, blindly following your lips as he keeps his eyes closed in fear of ending the perfect moment.

His moves are calculated, coming to him as if it's something he'd thought about for a long time, and that would be true if he didn't refrain himself from thinking about you in that way, knowing that you will certainly feel the shift in attitude he would've had towards you. Reluctantly pulling away to breathe, you look into his eyes deeply, feeling the way he's ready to eat you up. “Steve.” You say simply, debating pulling away completely, afraid that this will mess up your relationship with him and end up like all of the other colleagues who decided to hook up and now avoid each other at all cost through the building, not bearing to look at each other. To you, having something like that with Steve sounds like your worst nightmare and you'd rather never know what the Steve Harrington is like in bed or even as a boyfriend if it'll ruin everything between you.

“Yeah?” He finally manages to rasp back, expecting a lame excuse about whatever you've got to do that would pull you away from the situation. Though that doesn't happen as you press a hand to his chest, feeling his erratic heartbeat under his ribs as you rise from the chair, pushing him back on your boss' desk and hungrily wrap his tie around your hand and yank him in for a kiss as you climb on his lap, your other hand settling at the back of his head, chestnut strands slipping through your fingers like silk and all you want to do in that moment is pull and see what other sounds wait to be discovered. Your knees press into the expensive wooden surface while his head willingly tilts to the side to kiss you better, any inhibitions you previously had, thinking that maybe he's not that interested in you are long gone. And that and the growing hardness in his dress pants can attest to that. Without thinking, you drop your hands to his belt, beginning to quickly work on the leather, opening it as he stutters out a breath, his head drops back a bit, gazing up at the ceiling until he hears the ripple of a zipper.

“Condom...we don't have one.” He breathes out as you snake a hand in his pants, his own large ones coming up to hold your ass. You stop, his cock standing proud against his stomach once you pull it out, though you don't even dare to look down at his revelation. Leaning back a bit, you debate your choices a bit. “You're not getting me pregnant, Harrington. Do you hear me?” Speaking sternly as you know your next suggestion must be your worst idea so far. Getting down from his lap, he's ready to drop to his knees and ask you to at least let him eat you out, but he stays put as you drop your pants and climb back on his lap, giving another tug on his tie, your noses touching at the tips. “You are going to pull out, okay?” It's a question masked as a silent order, knowing that just asking him to do that shows how desperate you are for him. He gapes at you, silently nodding before you both hitch a breath as you rock over his lap. He's holding your hip, helping you rise as your arms sling themselves over his shoulders, wrists crossing behind his neck as you look down in his eyes, your eyes closing with a soft sigh as he prods at your entrance until he nods and you sink down on him. It's not his length you feel first, but the burning stretch of his girth as he nudges at your insides.

“Fuck, Steve...” Your forehead presses to his as you drink in the way his brows furrow in pleasure, positively speechless with the way you feel around him. His hands settled on your hips, slowly moving to hug you closer, holding you tightly as he swallows down, forcing his voice to sound as composed as he can muster at the moment. “Move? Please...” And how can you deny when he says it so prettily, those big brown eyes mirroring the lost look in yours. You agree, feeling the burn in your stomach taking over your thoughts as you moan lightly, letting your head roll back as your lip stays stuck between your teeth while you roll and bounce on his cock, switching between the two to please the both of you. Nestling him deep inside of you, you wonder if he'd like to do it again, already feeling the need to have him as yours overpower your logical thinking. Pulling one of your hands back, you tug on his hair, moving his head back as you greedily press your lips to his throat, sucking there a pretty bruise, claiming him for now and for as long as he'll let you have him while your hips rock down over his, letting out a soft moan or a trembling breath each time he nudges at your sweet spot continuously.

You're caught in the moment, your body pressing to his as his hands clench on your hips and waist, holding you flush to him as he tugs the straps of your bra down your arms until he can lower your cups off your breasts, not even bothering to unhook your bra. Looking down at him as his lips close around one of your nipples, your hand slides over his hair, moving it back from his face to see the way his brows are pulled together, whether from focusing on your body or trying not to cum yet, you don't know, watching as his hair flops back in its previous place. “Fuck, you're gorgeous. I'm surprised no one snatched you before me.” You compliment him, too far gone to have a filter to your words. Panting as he wraps his arms around you in a strong hug, you moan as he suddenly moves you down on his lap, his cock burying into you repeatedly as he helps you with moving up and down. Whining as you drop your head back, you feel the hot breaths puffing over your neck and chest as he speeds up, albeit not being able to do much from this position, he helps guide your hips just right as he tenses beneath you. “Close?” Stuttering out a breath, you watch him nod as you confirm that you're close to cumming too. Trembling in his tight hold, your nails dig into his shoulders as you hold onto him for dear life, afraid you'll slip out of his grasp and melt to the floor. Clutching tightly on him as your walls clench down on him, you mutter and whimper his name a few times as your eyes screw shut before he yanks you down off his cock as you greedily chase his hips, watching as he jerks himself off, making a mess all over his fist and stomach, while he moans.

You watch in awe as he comes down from his high, keeping his promise of pulling out. “You're a bad influence.” He remarks with a laugh as you tilt your head and pout playfully. “Me? Never.”

The following weeks are filled with glances and coy smiles, sneaking around the printer room and after hours for make out sessions like teenagers, yet your adventures never leave the office, the moment you step out of the building is as if nothing happened, and you would be lying if you said that you were fine with it. As much as you loved the thrill of sneaking around, you also wanted him to proudly show you off on dates and whatever cheesy stuff couples do. But you're not sure if he feels the same. Any fool can see that he's slowly but surely falling more and more in love with you each day, from the way his lips twist in a sweet smile between and during kisses, to the way he regretfully lets you go each time you're finished, though his mind desperately tells him to hold onto you in hopes that you'll finally read between the lines and see how much he craves you in an emotional way too. An endless string of flings is nowhere near what he wants with you. His poor heart is not able of bearing it anymore and one day he just blurts out the question.

“What?” You pull back breathless, in the middle of working his pants open as he leans against a rack full of files and papers. You look up at him, swallowing down as you wonder if it's just the heat of the moment that makes him ask that. “Your...girlfriend?” You pause as you sit back on your heels, ignoring the way your knees ache against the hard floor. The bleary look rises to his big brown eyes again, one which you've grown accustomed to over the last few weeks, the way he's slowly crouching to your level, bringing his face to yours making the situation a thousand times more real than before. He asks again, slow and calm as he reads your features carefully. “Do you...want to be my girlfriend? I- I've thought about it for awhile and I couldn't stop thinking about it... taking you out on dates, letting everyone know that you're mine and I'm yours, or-” And just like the first time, you take the first step for the both of you, quickly cutting him off, arms slung around his neck, pulling him in for a kiss that he can't help but melt into. His body leaning back until he falls against the metal framing of the file rack, letting out a groan before both of you both erupt into love-drunk giggles and hug each other tightly, finally feeling at ease now that you can call Steve Harrington your boyfriend.

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[gyeomsweetgyeom]

[3:41 pm]

(00′s line cafe 7dream au)

"I'll give you 100 if it happens again today," Renjun offers.

"That's not even fair, we all know it will," Haechan rolled his eyes.

"Mmm I don't know about that, shift lead talked to them on their last shared shift, so it might not," Jeno added, wiping down the espresso machine now that it was slow in the cafe.

"Fine, I'll take your bet,” Haechan concluded after mulling over the bet silently.

You and Jaemin had been together longer than anyone in the cafe had worked together or even known each other, minus Jeno and Jaemin who had been best friends since they were kids. Which wasn't exactly saying much, you and Jaemin had started working at the cafe about 2 years ago and everyone else had slowly joined. Even though you were all close friends, it didn't mean they were necessarily used to the habits you both had.

Recently they had been picking up on a habit they didn't even think that you and Jaemin knew you had. A habit that was disgusting to them since they knew you, but they would never admit that they actually thought it was kind of cute. As cute as it was, it definitely wasn't meant for the workplace which you both had been gently talked to a few times now that people around you were catching on.

Today, you were coming in an hour before Jaemin to help with the pastries and Jaemin was scheduled to come right at the beginning of the rush after kids got of school. You walked right in, greeted everyone and got right to work as soon as the apron was tied around your waist.

You were able to get a few trays of best selling pastries out of the oven and another few just going in as the rush started, meaning Jaemin was finally coming in soon.

The bell over the door chimed, revealing Jaemin with a bright smile rushing to the kitchen right past his coworkers who eyed each other inconspicuously, immediately rushing to the door to see if Renjun would be making any money.

You were too busy to look up from what you were doing, trying to scoop the cookie dough onto the tray and get it into the oven quickly. Jaemin placed his hands on your shoulders and you instinctually tilted your head toward Jaemin who was quick to place a kiss on your lips before he started talking like he had been right there with you for hours, no greeting.

You chatted about the desserts you were making, if it had been busy, what you wanted to dinner, if you wanted your usual drink when it slowed down. He pressed another kiss to your lips before he was heading to the cash register where he usually worked because the older women loved his charisma.

Eventually when the rush died down, Jaemin was able to make the drink he promised you, and again, the coworkers rushed to the tiny window in the swinging door to catch Jaemin kissing you before he pushed the drink into your hand. He sat next to you while you pushed a cookie in his direction, while you made small talk on your shared break.

"Hey, you owe me 100," Renjun remembered with a smile.

You perked up, calling out, "What did you guys bet on?"

"Haechan bet you guys wouldn't kiss when you guys got here like you always do," Renjun shrugged, counting the new bills in his hands.

"I was agreeing with him and then you! Jeno, you told me a shift lead talked to them about it, I wasn't sure if you guys would risk a write up," Haechan whined with a stomp of his foot.

"But why would either of us get a write up, when Jeno is shift lead? It's like that rule doesn't apply when he's in charge," Jaemin asked, confused.

"You told me a shift lead talked to them about it!" Haechan yelled at Jeno.

"No, I said a shift lead, me in this case, talked to them and I did because we're best friends and we talk all the time. I never said anyone complained," Jeno shrugged.

"Why?! What did you gain from this?!" Haechan yelled again, luckily there was no one in the restaurant.

"I got half of Renjun’s winnings and entertainment, now let's get back to work." Jeno concluded.

Once again, a kiss was exchanged between you and Jaemin which only made Haechan whine louder about how you all must hate him to betray him like this.

"Saved you a muffin," you told him. He immediately shut up and rushed over to you with a huge hug.

"I love you so much. You're the best coworker and friend I've ever had. No one on the whole planet compares to you or your delicious muffins. I don't even know what you do to make them so good, nobody makes them as good as you do," Haechan rambled.

Jeno's voice suddenly came from the doorway, "Haechan, hands off in the workplace! Let's get to work."

“But you said nothing when we literally watched them kiss! More than once!”

#kpop imagines #kpop au #kpop scenarios #kpop reactions #nct #nct imagines #nct fluff #nct timestamps #nct x reader #nct dream #nct dream imagines #nct dream fluff #jaemin fluff #jaemin scenarios #jaemin x reader #jaemin imagines #jaemin blurbs #jaemin timestamps

[coffee-master]

it’s sad we didn’t get to see some of Nyas solo missions as samurai x in the show. Can we get a solo mission of Kai where he is badass ?

also, imagine Cole hating Samurai X and thinking he is a show-off and badmouthing the samurai every time the ninjas (plus Wu, Lloyd and Kai) have dinner and Kai can’t say a word). He would be embarrassed to find out it was Kai all along hahaha

To answer that Anon I need to explain firstly Kai's role as the Samurai X here, because it's way diffrent compared to Nya's.

Here I'm gonna mostly talk about Samurai X

Why did Kai became Samurai X is pretty much easy to answer. At the beginning Kai was pretty much taken away from the fights (mostly by Nya) by other ninjas and treated a bit like a damsel in distress.

Kai was often irritated by it, because he wanted to help the team and especially his sister, by others just didn't let him have this chance. That's why he created Samurai X.

Better question is how he created Samurai X?

Kai isn't engineer of any kind or a tinkerer of any kind. You could even say that he doesn't like any too complicated technology. This just isn't his thing. So how was he able to do that?

After all this is Nya's thing and there's the point.

Since they were children Kai had to take care of Nya, when they parents dissapeared. It was hard time especially for Kai, since he had to provide food and money for both of them. And to be able to do that, Kai had to drop out of school and start working pretty quickly.

Meanwhile Nya still went to school in that time. Kai wanted her to be fully educated and have better job for the future, so she wouldn't have to work that hard like him.

In that time Nya discovered her passion for mechanisms, constructing and building machines.

So often after school his sister liked to talk about this subject and Kai would quietly listen to it. Moreover Nya had often took part in school technical projects, where she always won. For the first place she also received cash prizes, which supported them.

With new motivation and passion she started to really get into it. In her free time Nya often used to draw some plans and detailed plans for new projects with explanations.

And that's the point of how Kai made it.

At some point Kai was tired of doing nothing and decided take matters into his own hands. He stole one of her sister's project and built it cumsily.

Yes, Samurai X was originally one of Nya's project. She had a lot of them, but didn't have time or money to make it reality.

I don't think I'll give here much of Kai's solo missions as Samurai X, because this isn't part of his personality or him.

Kai did this, because didn't saw any other choice. He was able to adapt to the situation, but building machines isn't part of his hobbys or he's as good at this as his sister.

Building Samurai X was actually very difficult for Kai.

He did this becuase he wanted to help.

Of course there surely will be some solo missions of him in this, but not many.

In the beginning Nya didn't notice that one of her plans was gone, until she met Samurai X.

And obviously she was confused and furious. After she immiediatelly started searching through her projects and couldn't find it.

So yeah, like in canon non of ninjas liked Samurai X very much, but Nya hated him the most. The fire ninja thought of him as a thief, who couldn't even do her work properly.

She would be very determined to catch him and win the bet.

But during this time the meals would be very weird for some people..

Ninjas: *are eating meal together*

Cole: Yeah, and there was this Samurai X guy-

Jay: Gosh I hate that guy-

Nya: You hate him!?

Nya: Let me tell you something, because this guy isn't any kind of Samurai! That's just a cheap thief, who couldn't even do the work right and made some sort of cheap fake- MOREOVER HE'S-

Kai: . . .

Kai thinking: *Oh god I'm so dead if she finds out, I'M SO DEAD-*

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[rawvnoisevcruster]

(I'm finally doing the thing I said I'd do)

How to be punk

Distros! Distros! Distro!

What are they, why are they integral to punk, and why I love them

1. What is a "distro"? A in the punk scene (although not exclusive to punk) is a store/seller that distributes merch and or jewelry whether official or bootleg. They can be both done my a physical shop/seller or more now a days a online store front. Often time a distro makes there own products but some will sell office merch or will act as a hub for the artists items or sell general items ie, studs, laces, non band shirts, etc

2. Why I think there good, first it's good to support non music artists in the scene. They make are gear, shirt, tapes, and big bags of studs, they are a big help to people who can't diy certain items, bands to sell merch, and artists to make a life of there art, and its just a great way to get shit you like. Diy or die and all that but we'd all be hypocrites if we said we'd never bought a band shirt, or a bag of studs or a pin. Plus the quality and craftsmanship ship of these item is much more professional as these people specialize and have heavy duty equipment for there products

3. But where do I look? First (if you live near a major city) look around your scene and see if there are ones near you, support your local scene first if you can.

If not there look online as there are many online. I find it best to look on ig/Facebook/Twitter as many have a social media, then look through recommends, mentions in there posts, other shops they follow, and the such.

Next try etsy, there's a large amount of them on etsy as it's a great hub for distros, look up for specific band or items like "black flag patch" or "cone stud belt" and look for one you like a check out the shop for stuff you might also like.

It just a thing you need to set aside some time and you will learn some

But I'm going to tell you some now (note you might need to add distro or etsy at the end of these to find them) I'll be making more of these up the note distro list

Black squeegee

Maggot death

Flip the record

Pin up 77

Celtic rockers

Insult to injury

Grindfather

Machine cuisine

Drunk with a press

Pogo shop

Portland distro

Crust punk dot com

Punk tribe

Pin head

Iron lung

Cash 4 chaos

Tank crimes

Head noise

Black crow

Gay Halloween

Criminal medals

Chaos tribes

(Tw for sh reference in the name but this distro is super cool)

Slit wrist distro

Please like and reblog

I hope you have a nice time with this and stay punk you fuck

#distro list #how to be punk

[fangirlies]

Gorgons & Coffee Grounds - (a.p)

Pairing: ajax petropolus x normie!reader

Summary: curiosity takes over when an unfamiliar set of brown eyes appear at your usual hangout spot.

Warnings: slow burn. reader has no knowledge about ajax being a gorgon. (please let me know if I should be aware of anything else)

Listening to: you and me- Lifehouse & love- Lana del rey,

A.N: we all know ajax can’t take a hint for the life of him but for the sake of this fic, let’s pretend he’s a little bold. and can we all admit we want to either own a coffee shop or a flower shop in another life? no? just me?

It was almost like you lived in the weathervane. If no one knew any better, they’d say you were glued to your unassigned assigned booth. You appreciated the aroma of freshly roasted coffee, the sight of groups of friends who’d meet up after class and it definitely helped that Tyler would provide free refills considering you were a regular. Today was no different.

"Thanks, Tyler" you thanked as the charming barista served you a cup of hot, freshly brewed coffee.

He gave you his million dollar smirk, "Anything for you, pretty lady." and he left you alone to indulge in whichever book seemed to be your monthly fixation.

You never seemed to be bothered by the constant tinkling of the little bell that sat above the weathervane entrance. But for some strange reason, you found yourself peering up from your chapter and toward the figure entering the coffee shop. You encountered a pair of brown eyes as you turned your attention to the door. A captivating pair that you've never seen in here before. You were here every day, sipping on your coffee and were certain that you would never forget eyes like his.

The boy with the mysterious brown eyes kept walking toward the cash register, hands shoved deep in the pocket of his hoodie. Despite the fact that your attention was drawn back to the book in front of you, you carefully listened to his conversation with Tyler, even though you didn’t exactly intend on being nosy.

“Hey dude, I'll uh- get a regular iced coffee to go," now sliding his cash on the counter toward Tyler.

You couldn't help but question whether he was new in town. Jericho wasn't particularly a large city so everyone knew each other, you would have definitely heard about a new transfer— especially if he was this good looking. You slowly raised your head from your book and directed your gaze his way. He had on cargo pants, a loose-fit hoodie, and an apricot colored beanie that covered his hair. Given that it was spring, you found his choice of wardrobe questionable. While the temperature undoubtedly drops significantly at night, during the day it was practically a sauna. Your eyes gradually travelled up his body till they landed on his eyes that were already fixed on you. As you swiftly turned your head back toward the book, you were sure your cheeks had become a slight shade of pink.

‘Nice going. You definitely look like a total creep now’ your inner voice spoke.

“Here you go, ajax” Tyler called from behind the counter as he handed the iced caffeinated drink to the boy who your mind couldn’t shut up about. What was it about him?

Ajax.

Ajax smiled, "Thanks man, I'll see you tomorrow," before taking his drink and exiting the weathervane.

You were now en route to the eatery, as usual. However, today you spent about an hour deciding what to wear. Although you never gave much thought to what you would wear to a coffee shop, you had a pretty solid excuse to put on your best outfit.

"Hey ty, I'll do the usual," gasping for air as you rummaged through your wallet.

“A white mocha with vanilla sweet cream foam coming up, is there any particular reason you’re all dressed up?” He reached for the steaming pot from the coffee machine with furrowed eyebrows.

“This old thing?” You chuckled nervously as his eyes roamed the upper half of you body that was visible to him from behind the counter. “I um- just came back from dinner at my grandparents house” you lied.

He handed you the cup and gave you a perplexed expression, "It's 5:30. . ."

You lied once more, "early dinner." You refused to reveal the underlying reason behind today's clothing effort. It sounded quite rational to you in your head. Repeating it out loud? Perhaps not so much.

“Okay then, not like I’m complaining," he said, raising his hands in surrender. "You look beautiful." Tyler handed you back some change, which you hurriedly stuffed into your wallet before proceeding to your usual seat.

You never paid any mind to Tyler’s playful words. He was notorious for flirting and flashing his million dollar smile while doing so. Despite how sweet his words were, you were completely unfazed by them.

The small bell over the weathervane entrance rang, causing you to jerk toward it before you could settle in your seat and open your book— not that you were going to do much reading. With his typical beanie and mesmerizing chocolate colored eyes, Ajax entered the room. Another boy with long, unkempt hair was standing by his side. He's unfamiliar to you as well. The two of them seated themselves in the booth in front of yours after placing their orders at the counter.

You could see Ajax's bloodshot eyes from your current position. However, the tall, lanky boy sat in between the two of you, obstructing your vision. They were talking about a girl named Enid, occasional laughs were heard coming from them. You concluded that they were both equally as high. Of course, you justified your nosiness by blaming their roaring voices that rang throughout the shop. Ajax would periodically look up and return your glances while taking small bites of his pastry to hide the fact that he was admiring.

The two boys picked up their belongings and began leaving after a few more minutes of chatting about the Enid girl. The long-haired boy was followed by Ajax, who moved somewhat slowly. You argued for a few seconds with your mind, telling yourself repeatedly not to glance up as if the more you thought about it, the less you'd want to admire him one final time. Your head gently lifted up and to your surprise, you were met with a smirk as he passed your booth. As you met his stare, your cheeks grew a shade of cherry red- surely emitting heat. You thoughtlessly smiled back at him as he was about to exit the weathervane, letting him know you noticed him as well.

Ajax.

Later that evening, you fell asleep to the thought of the fleeting second the two of you shared. That brief encounter has been replaying in your mind since you made it home. It brought you back to grade school, with small butterflies fluttering around in your belly — perhaps other places as well. You couldn't wait to see him the next day, the thrill of exchanging shy smiles and sneaking glances across the room, having a crush was fun even at your big age.

And so you returned to your neighborhood coffee shop, ordered the same coffee, and sat at the same booth the following day. But he never showed up this time. You almost plunged out of your seat at each sound of the door opening and closing. With each face that wasn't his, disappointment set in.

"Are you waiting for someone?" Tyler's familiar voice was heard approaching you, finger pointed toward the entrance and a rag on his opposite hand.

“Nope, why do you ask?”

He took a seat in the empty space in front of you, "well, I lost count after twelve times you eyed who was coming in, so I had to assume you were either waiting for someone or you’re insanely paranoid.” were you being that obvious?

“Oh— no, I guess the coffee has me wired and on edge,” you chuckled as you washed down yet another lie with a mouthful of coffee. Tyler appeared to believe you after a long pause in which he examined your expression.

“Right. . well the Weathervanes hosting an open mic night tomorrow. I know you'll be here anyway, but I thought you could invite some of your friends. Ya know- so you don’t look like a total loner." you mocked, putting your hand over your heart as if his words had any affect on you.

"I'll have you know, galpin, I have tons of friends."

“Books don't count sweetheart, I'll see you tomorrow," his laughter filling the now empty coffee shop.

The real reason you were the last one there crept in as he walked away. Tyler was now cleaning up and preparing to close for the night, and you couldn't help but wonder what if you never saw the beanie wearing boy again? What if you missed the chance to get to know him because you were too afraid to make a move?

All you were left with was an invitation to an open mic night and the name of the guy resonating in your thoughts.

Ajax.

Ajax.

The weathervane was completely packed. This is the most full you've ever seen it actually. Laughing, chatting, and coffee-drinking people could be seen at every corner. The fact that open mic night was a success is something you couldn't help but smile about.

Tyler emerged from the crowd, "Surprised to see you here." You sensed the sarcasm in his voice, which to which you laughed.

“Great turn out!”

“Yeah, half the towns in here," Tyler was clearly proud, the two of you now focusing on the next act that was making their way to the stage. You thought it was unusual, but the boy's beekeeper suit drew your interest.

“Oh I almost forgot, I saved you your booth,” Tyler directed you around the crowd and arrived in front of your usual booth. In the center of the table was a small card that read ‘reserved’.

You chuckled, drawing a grin from the barista boy, "Wow, didn't know I was basically a weathervane celebrity.”

“What can I say, after a few months I think you’ve earned your spot here.”

After taking a seat, you turned your attention to the young boy on stage who was talking about the value of bees and the need to protect them. It was adorable to say the least, so you were invested in his informational speech. You hadn’t even noticed Tyler had left to attend the counter.

“Mind if I join you?” You were startled out of your trance by a voice. His question caused his voice to break, which led you to internally giggle. Awaiting your reaction, the boy with the beanie stood in front of you. A trick of the mind, perhaps? Has he been on your mind so much lately that you’ve begun envisioning him?

His eyebrows sprang up, his eyes shifted, and lips pursed as you struggled to form any words. It brought you back to your senses.

Ajax.

You mentally cursed yourself for exclaiming "Of course" with a bit too much enthusiasm. Ajax silently thanked you and took his seat on the bench in front of you. You seized this opportunity to closely examine his appearance. He surely was handsome. Chiseled features, chin stubble, fingers adorned with rings. Up close, his eyes were even more captivating; they resembled the coffee you adored so much. His fragrance was an intriguing blend of cologne and weed that enticed you.

“Didn't realize you were famous around here,” he said as he pointed at the reserved sign and peered at you with a hint of confusion on his face. “What do I need to do to get special treatment like that?”

You couldn't help but giggle at his remark while tucking a flyaway hair behind your ear. “Spending all of your free time in here is a good way to start..”

“I'm sure being extremely charming to the waiter helps." As he analyzed your expression further, your ears were filled with his endearing laughter. Attempting to hide the flush that was appearing now on your face, you turned toward the up-and-coming act who was carrying a guitar as she approached the stage. The weathervane's crowd erupted in cheers and applause as they receive the young girl.

“Are you planning on taking the mic tonight?” He said, desperately hoping to strike up a conversation with the stunning girl who had been occupying his mind ever since he first spotted her in the exact same booth they were currently in just a few days prior.

“Me? I wouldn't go up there even if you paid me."

“What, no special talent you'd like to share with the people of Jericho?” He questioned.

“What else would I impress people with if I shared all my talents at once? I think I'll keep those tucked under my sleeve."

"So far, you've managed to impress me." He was being honest. He's been drawn to you ever since he saw you staring at him across the coffee shop with a book in hand. Even though Xavier thinks normies are condescending scumbags, Ajax hauled him to Jericho the following day in an effort to show him the girl who had piqued his interest.

“How about you? Any noteworthy abilities you'd like to share with me?” Ajax was taken aback by your question. It was at this moment that he realized you were unaware that he was a student at Nevermore. You were unaware of his true identity. You didn’t know what hid under his beanie. Before he even had the chance to get to know you, he heard a voice in his head telling him he had no chance.

He gazed intently into your eyes, wondering what you would say if he revealed his ancestry to you.

“Uhm. . .”

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you're mine noona - pt 1 - cha eunwoo x reader - day 13

Warning: smut (18+ only)

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You had killed his mother. That's what everybody thought, at least, including Cha Eunwoo.

His dark eyes bored into your own as he strode down the long hallway in your father's mansion. You couldn't help but feel the electricity between you two that was always firing, but it felt especially inappropriate on the day of your step mother's funeral.

All you did was walk in on her stashing cash in her big Louis Vuitton purse from your father's desk last weekend, and she had a heart attack then and there. But she had cursed you out as you tried to tell the ambulance crew, your father, and Eunwoo what was happening, and the rest was history. Your father had married this woman just last year, yet somehow he believed her over you every single time.

Your breath then hitched as you could feel the other mourners' judgemental stares land on you. You turned abruptly, and reached for the door closest to you. It turned out to be the laundry room.

You breathed out and in while resting your forearms against the cold glass of the lastest washing machine. The gentle rhythm of the wash the housekeeper had put on soothed you. Your too-tight black dress felt tight, especially in the chesr area. You could feel a sense of panic starting to rise in you.

The door opened behind you with a snick, and you felt a large presence at your back.

'What are you doing here, Noona?' His words q4were innocent enough, but his voice held barely controlled anger.

Before you could turn around, his arms grabbed you around your torso. One big hand splayed out over your slightly rounded abdomen, while the other held your shoulder in a loose grip.

'Eunwoo, we can’t do this again! Not here, not now,' you whisper-yelled as best as you could.

Suddenly, you were airborne, pantyless, and sitting on the rocking washing machine. Eunwoo's gaze never left yours, and you were mesmerized as he pulled down the front of your dress and pulled out both breasts.

'Youre breathing hard, Noona. Looks like you're ready for a ride.' Eunwoo's rough voice held dark promise.

'I'm not-' You lost my train of though as Eunwoo bit your ear lobe and massaged your breast. ''I, I'm not your noona.' You breathed out. One of your hands that was initially halfheartedly pushing him away was now somehow caressing his shoulder.

Your words and gentle touch for whatever reason calmed him down. 'Noona, I'm going to enter you now, okay?'

Your eyes met his, and the decision was made. 'Okay,' you breathed out.

You closed your eyes, expecting him to continue with breakneck speed. But now all you felt was the rocking of that damned washing machine you were sitting on.

Only when you opened your eyes, did you see Cha Eunwoo was now at an arm's length away. 'Oh Noona, looks like we have a lot of room to play.' He drawled, then with a withering smirk, turned on his heel and walked away.

You looked down at your half naked self, and for the first time, felt a deep sense of anger. You won't let them keep pushing you around, you vowed to yourself.

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Pt 2: https://www.tumblr.com/blowingcookies/747331518085693440/youre-mine-noona-pt-2-cha-eunwoo-x-reader?source=share

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I accomplished the following today!:

✔️ 2.5 questions done (out of 120 to do, total); >5 emails so I could get my PSG done

✔️stuck to my diet, did a long walk, cleaned and organised my room

If I get 30 questions done tomorrow, write an email for my accomodation, and am able to organise my desk, I'll write a pt 2 😁

Thanks for reading and being part of my motivation!!!

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Part 1 of On The Inside With Elizabeth Olsen

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Y/N POV

"You just don't get it, Y/N. I'm tired. I am tired of coming home every single day and pretending to love you."

And just like that, I shoot up from my nightmare. Is it still a nightmare if you don't have dreams anymore, and the hell actually happened? I look myself over, and yep me, and my oversized white t-shirt are covered in sweat. I reach over, unplug my phone and look at the time 6:16 am. Greeaaaaat. I groan in frustration and shovel myself out of bed. I don't bother showering because what's the point of it all? Nothing says content like living with depression.

By the time I throw on my flannel, jeans, white vans, and make it out of my studio apartment, it's already 6:45. Just in time to rush to the train.

I don't mind the ride into the city. I keep to myself, so no one usually bothers me plus, you make it easier when you have the entire phone and airpod set going on, and it's New York, so people know how to handle themselves.

Right now, I'm trying to keep up to date on whatever news Twitter News thinks I'll enjoy. As I scroll down the feed, I spot something of interest. An article titled:

MCU STAR ELIZABETH OLSEN SPOTTED LEAVING SET OF THE DOCTOR STRANGE SEQUEL CRYING AND YELLING AT...

"Max lives for this kind of stuff." I awkwardly state out loud.

I wasted no time and sent it to my best friend and co-worker, Max. As I continue scrolling and scrolling, I find myself struggling to stay awake. So I close out of Twitter, open Spotify, and play my angsty/pop 2000s hits playlist. Nothing like Gives You Hell by The All American Rejects to start your morning.

Thirty minutes of songs later, a stop at Penn Station, and a ten-minute walk, I've finally made it to my place of work. Working in a coffee shop isn't for everyone, but it calls to me even on my days off; I find myself here... Like today.

As I enter our small coffee shop, I notice how it is filled to the brim. Is this normal? No. But days like these make the cash tips worthwhile, especially when Max is busting her ass on bar. Her red hair tied up into two buns with the coffee-stained graphic tee combo is always one of my favorite looks.

Max spots me as I shimmy my way to the employees-only section and playfully rolls her eyes. I reach down, grab my tips from the previous days of work and shove the amount, however much it is, into my pocket.  Max walks by me to throw some pitchers into the back.

"It's been nonstop."  Max tells me.

"How fun!" I cheerfully respond, earning a disgusted look from Mad Max.

"Excuse me! Sorry-Sorry Excu-. I just have to make my way! Please-sorry!" The plead from a struggling customer catches our attention.  Max walks back to the front to continue on drinks as that one customer squeezes her way to the register. To Alec.

Alec is one of our newer employees, and he's not bad, but I can tell this type of day is stressing him out.

Customer

Before Alec can even greet or remind the customer that there is a whole system of ordering called 'waiting in line,' she speaks. Now it's a little hard to hear over the people, music, and espresso machine, but I do manage to catch what she says:

"Hi, I'm really sorry, but I placed a pick-up order yesterday for checks watch twenty minutes ago, and I can't afford to wait any longer. So if I could just pay for it, pick it up, and go, that would be very helpful."She smiles, but I can tell she's not messing around. I look from her to Alec, and oh no, he's a deer in headlights. Max notices and looks back at me. I nod and head over.

Alec seems to get the message and backs up as I creep my way onto the register.

"Hey, so I understand you have an order with us?" I state, putting on my best face as I pull out a binder of call-ahead to-go orders. "Do you remember what the order or the name on the order was?"

"Yes. The order name was Liz." She proudly says. Though I can't see her eyes, I feel like I'm being looked all over.

I shuffle through our orders, and sure enough, three down, Liz. "Okay, order for Liz. 6 94oz coffee boxes, two boxes of a dozen croissants..." The more I read the order, the bigger my eyes get. I can't believe this! "And lastly, one vegan chocolate chip cookie." Liz gets a big toothy grin at the vegan cookie bit. "Anything else?"

Liz doesn't immediately respond and is smiling, caught in her own world.

"Liz?" I lean in.

"Huh? No, thank you!" She quickly responds as if embarrassed.

"Alright, well, slide your card when ready." I say in a less than enthused manner. I look to the other two around me. Max mouths 'what the fuck' as Alec, bless his soul, is trying his hardest to grab everything for this order. Man, this dude is really trying to impress this Liz chick.

I hear the chirp of the receipt printing. I tear it out and hand it over to Liz. "If you could just sign it at the bottom and no pressure to leave a tip, but it doesn't kill to be nice."

"Couldn't agree more." Liz says as she grabs a pen and marks on the paper. I'm too busy watching Alec struggle that by the time I turn back, Liz is gone. And the customer behind her is not a happy one.

Even though I shouldn't have, I helped with the morning rush. A part of me knows I did it because the thought of being stuck inside my house is a death sentence, and anything to take my mind off Naomi helps.

Once the dust settles, Max rushes over and gives me a huge bear hug.

"Oh my god. Thank you, thank you, thank you! You saved us today!" Max finally pulls out of the hug.

"For real, thanks, Y/N! And sorry, I kinda froze out there it's just once I saw who-"  Alec begins what I can only assume is a ridiculous apology.

"No worries, man. It happens to the best of us." As I make my way past him and onto the other side of the counter, I give him a thumbs up. He gives a shaky one back.

"Hey, did you see that article I sent you?" I ask Max.

"Oh shit, not yet. But are we still on for a movie tomorrow night? Maybe I can finally get you to watch the MCU?" Max holds her hands up as if she's praying.

"The MC - Who?" I sarcastically ask.

"The MCU!- Oh, you're fucking with me. Very funny, Y/N!"

"Always am!" I give Max a cheeky smile before plopping myself down at my favorite table. Oatmilk Latte in hand.

Part 2

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