#ahh had to do a lot of editing on this one

[exrankluck]

Dear Vocalist Unlimited Veronica Translation — Shadow births light [track one]

disclaimer: this is 90% AI-generated transcription and translation, some things might be inaccurate or awkward.

ディア ヴォーカリスト Unlimited エントリーNo.5 Veronica / モモチ (CV: 豊永利行)

- Drums: YAMATO (CV. Shunichi Toki)

- Guitar: OHGI (CV. Makoto Furukawa)

- Bass: AMA (CV. Kengo Kawanishi)

- Keyboard: SHIZURU (CV. Yoshitaka Yamaya)

Yamato: Wow, this is great. It's so exciting!

Shizuru: Haha, but it's so dark. Was it like this during rehearsals?

Ohgi: I asked them to turn it off. Don't worry about me, go ahead and turn on all the lights.

AMA: Oh, when you were talking to the staff with your sleeve earlier, did you mean...

Ohgi: Yes, this is the right choice for Veronica, isn't it? Momochi-kun should be the only one in the spotlight.

Ohgi: Mr. Veronica is enough on his own.

mmc: Um...

It's crowded, isn't it?

Yeah, thanks to everyone.

Excuse me, but is there a limit to the number of people allowed here?

Oh, sorry about that.

I still have another joint performance, so I have to go back for a makeup touch-up.

Gah, wait a minute -

Why did he just barge in like that? We were here first.

Sigh, what's his deal?

This is why I hate Kagaribi!

[02:07]

Shizuru: Eh? But that was because Akkun...

AMA: No, I mean when I looked at his reaction, Yamato made eye contact...

Ohgi: Oh, Momochi-kun, you did a great job tonight.

Ohgi: I thought you were going to change clothes and come back.

mmc: Yeah, that was the plan, but some things came up.. ha… ha…

Shizuru: But Momochi-kun was amazing in the park at night.

mmc: It was amazing! Thank you so much. By the way, is there any water? I'll need it again soon.

AMA: Oh, that one's still unopened, so go ahead and drink it. There are still some left from the joint show.

mmc: Hmm, really? It's right after NSFW, so I don't have much time.

Yamato: By the way, when did you make that? It's so cool!

mmc: Ah, yeah. Actually, Reo-kun from Lumiere invited me to try it as a surprise.

Shizuru: He could have told us about it, though.

Shizuru: But it turned out to be a Veronica song, it’s impressive.

mmc: Hehe, right?

mmc: I haven't really arranged other people's songs in my style before, but it worked better than I thought.

AMA: I hope we can do it at Veronica's live someday. It would definitely be exciting.

Yamato: Nice, nice! I wanna get excited with Cheers too!

mmc: Y-Yeah, we'll definitely do it if we get the chance… ahaha…

mmc: Hai, I’m leaving now!

Ohgi: Good luck! We'll be watching on the monitor.

Shizuru: There will be champagne after you finish. Look forward to it.

mmc: Eh? Is the champagne for the after-party again?

Shizuru: Yeah, it's a Fes, so we splurged and got a better one than before.

Yamato: I’m excited!

mmc: I see. But isn't the after-party for all the bands? If we drink champagne, wouldn't it be unfair?

Ohgi: Oh, that’s true.

Shizuru: It's okay, don't worry. I brought 30 bottles for everyone, and if we run out, the staff from our store will bring more.

mmc: As always, you're amazing, haha…

AMA: I wish I could join the after-party too.

Ohgi: Eh, Akkun, you can’t come?

AMA: I have to leave for a shoot in the countryside tomorrow.

Yamato: That's right. It's been a while since we had a toast with all five of us.

Shizuru: Akkun, you're still busy, huh?

AMA: But everyone's busy, right? Anyway, I'll be here until the night performance ends. There might be a result announcement for the Survival, and I want to see that.

Ohgi: I see. But that's true, huh? Today marks the end of this season, and I suddenly feel lonely.

Shizuru: I still want to work with everyone. I hope we succeed in the Survival.

Yamato: No, we will succeed. We're all so excited about it. And if we've come this far, I want the five of us to go as far as we can together!

AMA: Yeah, I feel the same way.

*shiny sfx flashback*

[06:24 Ohgi]

Ohgi: I wonder who it is at this time.

Climax Records?

Oh, the other day.

Hello?

As I mentioned in my email response, I'm sorry, but I'm currently quite busy with music production.

Thank you for considering me, but I can't work with any specific band right now.

What do you mean by 'special request' exactly?

I understand that if I can't deliver good results, I'll be fired, but to judge it based on just one single? This is a pretty severe project.

Oh...

Well, you're right about that.

In some cases, we might get overwhelmed and quit, so it's like we're at the mercy of this situation.

Oh, sorry. Actually, I haven't read the email yet because I intended to refuse the offer.

The song?

Well, yes...

I understand.

[08:08 AMA]

AMA: How about your foot? Is it okay?

Good job. Didn't you say you weren't coming to the set today?

I see. Is it because of a new job?

Another regular feature in a magazine, or something like that.

Well then, I mean...

Oh, really?

Sorry.

Anyway, after this photoshoot, tell me more about it. You mentioned an offer from a band, right?

Now?

[09:55 Shizuru]

Shizuru: Yeah, well. This tour is over after tonight's final performance, and it seems like it was a success. Thank goodness.

Oh, about that, actually, I might quit after all. There's talk of going to Europe next year.

Yeah, actually, I've got an interesting offer.

To play keyboard for a certain rock band.

Haha, right? I mean, isn't it unexpected for me to join a band?

It's so off the wall that it's piqued my interest.

I'm also graduating from university this spring, and my parents are pushing me to do more serious piano work abroad.

Honestly, I still want to try doing various things in Japan.

And also, you know, I mentioned it before, right?

I've been into wine lately, and I'm interested in food and drink.

The agency said that even if I join them, I can continue my personal work as usual.

At this point, it might be okay to try everything at once.

No, that's...

Heheh...

It's kind of complicated, you know?

They have been active as a band for quite some time, but all the members except the vocalist have left.

Hmm, I think the name was Veronica.

[11:48 Yamato]

Yamato: Yosh, okay. Also, let's load it up in my car.

Oh, thank you, thank you. Thanks for reaching out to me again. Playing with this group really gets my energy up.

Tour? Really? Of course, I’ll do it, I'll do it!

Yeah, well, I can't go into too much detail because the agency that offered me the job made me sign a non-disclosure agreement, but... just between us, I might be joining a certain band for a while.

Uwah, I was actually considering freelancing, but maybe joining a band would be a better fit.

But there are still a lot of unknowns. Even if I join the band, I might end up freelancing again soon.

Anyway, why don't we work together for the few months that I've been hired for? And if it goes well, the company president might want me to continue.

It seems like a weird project, though. I tried to dig a little deeper into why they're doing it, but I don't really know.

Apparently, the vocalist is a pretty difficult person to deal with. The band even broke up once, but he stayed behind.

I don't really know. But the band's songs are really cool.

I saw some old live footage, and it was amazing. Apparently, all the songs were made by the problematic vocalist.

And actually, the new members joining this time are really amazing. They're all well-known and talented people from various scenes.

Anyway, it's luxurious, and I can't even imagine what it'll be like when everyone's together, but I said I'd do it because it seems interesting!

No, don't make it sound like I'm always some impulsive guy who's not thinking things through. I'm actually doing a lot of things, you know.

Actually, my younger brother and I have been talking about expanding our family business for a while now.

He just graduated from a local university this year, so we’ve both started to move seriously.

Basically, I have a stable job on the side of being a freelance musician.

Well, it's a pretty well-established store in Kyoto, and things seem to be going well.

But, you know, they've been selling the same traditional Japanese sweets since the Edo period

Even though it’s a super long-lasting regular hit product, isn't it risky to rely only on that?

Yeah, that's right.

So, I was thinking if there was something else we could do on the side.

The artisans we have now are getting older, and there are only a few good apprentices...

Anyway, while we still have strong brand power, let's do something completely different and new.

Oh!

Thank you! Good work! Well then, I should be going now. I'll contact you later about the tour.

Huh? After-party? Of course, we're going!

At the usual dart bar, OK. Then, I'll go as soon as I put my instrument at home.

Oh, by the way, is there any girls coming?

[16:10]

Yamato: Oh, I just had a good idea!

Yamato: If we succeed in this Survival, why don’t we have a separate after-party just for Veronica?

Yamato: Then, Akkun can come too, and we can all toast with five people, right?

AMA: Really?

Ohgi: Sounds good.

Shizuru: Since we're already at it, should we do it? Oh, and you can use my store for it, actually, I've been tweaking the layout a bit...

Shizuru: It should be finished by the end of the month, and I want everyone to see the new interior. What do you think?

Ohgi: Didn't Shizu's store just get renovated?

Shizuru: No, that's not the case.

Shizuru: That was during the last hiatus of the Survival, which was about a year and a half ago. We just bought the adjacent tenant's space and knocked down the wall.

Shizuru: There were some subtle things that bothered me about it. Alright, it’s decided then.

Shizuru: I have to ask Momochi-kun about his schedule later.

#dear vocalist translation #dear vocalist #rejet #drama cd translation #momochi #veronica #ディア ヴォーカリスト #モモチ #for self use #unlimited #toyonaga toshiyuki #furukawa makoto #Kengo Kawanishi #Yoshitaka Yamaya #*** #momochi does not deserve these people fr #ahh had to do a lot of editing on this one

[themthistles]

was s2 of sweet home sponsored by the korean army whats going on

#and like that close up shot of some rifle one of them was using #with the logo clearly visible #??okay #the season on the whole is weird disjointed and messy #i see they went with the principle of keep adding characters until the plot explodes #i find it so hard to care about any of them because we just don't spend enough time with these people #doing this plus quickly killing off a lot of s1 characters #did not work out great for them #speaking of killing off #hyunsu died for three episodes then came back like the most anticlimactic one winged jesus #how did he survive? fuck you that's how #it all feels like a first draft which had some possibly good ideas thrown in and then they just didn't bother editing it down #at all #we don't know half these characters they don't do shit #also hate what they've done with the monsters #in the webtoon and in the first seasons they weren't good or bad just unrestrained manifestation of the hosts innermost desires #now they're generic mindless baddies who chase after cars as a mob and get drawn to places with loud sounds zombie style #have not had one compelling or interesting monster introduced in the whole season of a show about monsters #(monster baby is fun but not particularly interesting) #ahh anyway i can keep talking about how they change the rules when it's convenient for the plot to develop #(now monsters can be stabbed to death apparently) #but i didn't really expect much from this season to begin with it's my sick and dying with the flu watch and it doesn't have to be good #one episode to go yaaay #i hope the goo man comes back just to be annoying to hyunsu again

[bahablastplz]

SKZ Recs (NSFW)

As a chronic fanfic reader, I have a lot of recommendations. So, these are the ones I think about the most. All of them include smut, so they're 18+. Red text indicates fics on AO3. Go support these amazing authors!! Enjoy!! <3

Bang Chan 

The SKZ house @writeonwhiskey (Chan x reader x Hyunjin…SKZ but make it a frat… and also sexy) 

Silent cry @j-0ne25 (Fake dating/friends to lovers, live laugh hurt comfort… emphasis on the hurt) 

Love is intuitive @skzonthebrain (forbidden love and angst… so emotional and loving <3) 

Kinktober Day 8 @dreaming-medium (breeding, best friend, fake dating, so sweet and spicy) 

Summer in Seoul @writeonwhiskey (strangers to lovers, summer love, spicy and romantic) 

Saturday mornings @skzdarlings (Chan/reader/Seungmin where Seungmin is an absolute menace that gets reader in trouble… dom Chan is so good in this one omg) 

It’s cold out @therhythmafterthesummer (roommate Chan is going through his rut… oops there’s more ABO on this list than I realized sorry not sorry) 

Bodyguard: The first guard @skzdarlings (A sequel to the bodyguard, an ongoing work that has elements of enemies to lovers and great, in-depth world building and character development)

However you want it, lover-lover @cbini (you ask your bf Chan to step on you after watching spicy edits of him on tiktok omg)

More than just friends @kwanisms (roommate Chan is entering his rut... he's usually able to control himself but this time you're ovulating. sprinkle some brat taming in here as well and it's so delicious)

Lee Know 

The Experience Project @leeknowsallyoursecrets (Enemies to lovers Lee Know, really good plot and relationship building!) 

Sanguis Limerence @jl-micasea-fics (Vampire OT8, Lee Know x Reader x Chan, SUPER good world building, especially in their sequel with the backstories… I was so invested. And it’s super hot)

Barb Wired Brat @roseykat (BDSM Lee Know with reader going into subspace… awakened things in me) 

Audience @gimmeurtmi (2 min, wet dreams, exhibitionism, degradation… yeah) 

Well Shit @2chopsticks2eyes (Brother’s best friend, inexperienced reader, enemies to lovers and fwb… literally so good) 

Sea May Rise, Sky May Fall @skzms (Lee Know x Reader x Han, ongoing series, Pirate AU with beautiful world building, in-depth characters and great smut)

rsvp @cbini (teasing dom vampire boyfriend Minho and you get the punishment you deserve... brat taming and so so so sexy like it's insane)

Changbin 

 The accidental acquisition of sugar @skzdarlings (accidental sugar daddy Changbin x reader that’s absolutely hilarious with great smut) 

Valentine’s series ‘do you really think you’re in a position to give orders’) @skzdarlings (forbidden love/romeo & juliet style but with gun play… um this was so hot tho) 

Close your eyes (...And count to seven) @MysteryBird (Possessive gang leader bf! Changbin that you’re trying to piss off by sleeping with the other members… 100k+ words and so delicious) 

Hyunjin 

Praise kink Hyunjin @dreaming-medium (A kinktober fic, enemies to lovers detective Hyunjin… absolutely delicious) 

Snowed In @moonjxsung (really artistic, heartfelt, and beautifully written)  

Jury’s still out @straywrds (rivals to hooking up/hate sex… super spicy and hot) 

Dressing down @jl-micasea-fics (shopping trip with best friend Hyunjin turns out spicy ahh the chemistry) 

Han 

Watch your six  @dreaming-medium (sensory deprivation kinktober ah this is engraved in my brain) 

The same but different @skzdarlings (ahh hanlix fairy au where they’re linked with great world building and is so funny… I maybeee think about this every day) 

Sea May Rise, Sky May Fall @skzms (Lee Know x Reader x Han, ongoing series, Pirate AU with beautiful world building, in-depth characters and great smut)

Felix 

The bodyguard @skzdarlings (Forced proximity, enemies to lovers, had me SUPER invested and made me cry) 

The same but different @skzdarlings (ahh hanlix fairy au where they’re linked with great world building and is so funny… I maybee think about this every day) 

Snap out of it @2baabbies (Felix gives you the option to either go home with your shitty boyfriend or go home with him at the end of the night ahhh!!) 

Seungmin 

Bet on it @skzonthebrain (Academic rivals, enemies to lovers and such good tension/chemistry) 

Audience @gimmeurtmi (2 min, wet dreams, exhibitionism, degradation… yeah) 

Saturday mornings @skzdarlings (Chan/reader/Seungmin where Seungmin is an absolute menace that gets reader in trouble… dom Chan is so good in this one omg) 

Seungmin + hairpulling @straykeedz (kinktober fic, best friend Seungmin finds out you have a thing for hairpulling and can't get you out of his head... this is taken straight from the deepest depths of my fantasies i s2g)

no nut november @gimmeurtmi (this whole nnn series is fantastic but seeing Seungmin lose his composure because of his breeding kink does something for me)

august is a fever @seungminheart (mean dom Seungmin... you don't think he is really into you so you see how far you can push him/I love mean dom Seungmin and I think this fic does it just right)

I.N. 

Lavender boy @hyunsvngs (A/B/O Alpha jeongin… super sexy and great dynamics) 

Clueless @jeongin-lvr (inexperienced big dick I.N. that just wants to make reader feel good… also omg he’s so hot in this pls) 

Better and better @seungminheart (sharing a bed, best friend Jeongin, amazing banter, soft dom Jeongin, brat taming, every trope from my hopes and dreams)

Third leg? @beesspacedotorg (huge dick alpha Innie... some brat taming, great banter and dynamics and sexy)

OT8 

Sharing a bed series @skzdarlings (Best trope ever and they really do it justice) (Chan's is linked but you should read all 8)

Sharing is caring @skzms (Minsung x reader x OT8… really well written spice) 

Fake texts @thefantasyden (I swear these are like crack I read them every single time) 

Kinktober23 @roseykat (one of the first SKZ blogs that I started reading that really brought me deep into the fandom… My fav from this is Table Manners and Bible Studies, and it has a part 2)

All Bark no Bite @doitforbangchan (Main pairing is Chan x Reader with some OT8, it's an ABO au with some really good spice)

Masterlist

#stray kids #stray kids smut #stray kids x you #stray kids x reader #stray kids imagines #skz #skz smut #skz x you #skz x reader #skz imagines #bang chan #chan #bang chan x reader #bang chan smut #bang chan x you #lee know #lee minho #minho #skz minho #stray kids minho #lee know smut #lee know x reader #lee know x you #stray kids fanfic #changbin #seo changbin #chan smut #chan x reader #changbin x reader #changbin smut

[stanfanfiction]

Taste of you - Ken x fem! Reader - PART 3.5

Edit: multiple parts have been uploaded and can be found on my pinned Masterlist on my profile :)

Check warnings just to make sure everything is safe for you to consume and if so, have fun! I hope you love it :)

Warnings: 18+ ONLY / verrry horny Ken / Ken learning different aspects about s#x / being held down k!nk / light dom-sub (roles switch between characters) / spanking k!nk (light, nothing super intense) / P! In V! / fingering / Ken’s starting to get a little cheeky as he becomes more confident in himself / some light somnophilia but the reader loves it / restraint k!nk

Ken woke up before you the next morning, still blissed out from the night before. He loved that you let him sleep next to you for a second night in a row. It was SO much better than sleeping on the sofa like he had been doing before. He made a contented noise when he remembered that today was your day off from class. Surely now that he knew what we was doing much better than before, you’d want to have sex with him all day. He smiled and nuzzled his nose into your hair. He didn’t want to wake you but at the same time he really did want you to be awake, and now. He watched your chest rise and fall for awhile, loving hearing you breathe next to him. Gently, he moved to be on top of you, elbows holding him up, his hips resting on yours. He decided he would slowly wake you up, whispering your name as he left tiny kisses from your ear down to your clavicle. You twitched a little, still asleep, and Ken lovingly moved himself down your body, kissing and touching you softly all the way.

He thought you might have awoken when he licked around one of your nipples, your other breast held tenderly in his hand, as you moaned and small goosebumps formed on your arms. You remained asleep, however, and so after loving on each breast for a bit, he began moving down again, taking the comforter with him since he wanted to see you and not let his field of vision be hidden underneath it.

Moving down to your stomach, leaving wet kisses all over your sternum and abdomen, he then traced one of your hip bones with his tongue, and you arched a tiny bit, but remained asleep still. He removed the comforter completely away from both of you now. He considered that you might feel a little cold but if you did wake up uncomfortable, he would just carry you to a hot shower and then fuck you in there where you’d be warm.

He pulled one of your thighs away from the other, hooking it over his elbow as he began leaving open mouthed kisses up your inner thigh, watching you intently. After kissing and even nipping a little at your other thigh, your core was now open to him and he looked up at your face for any hint of being awake, but you were still passed out.

He wondered if you would be upset with him if he just pleasured you a little, just the tiniest bit until you woke up. He was obsessed with your vulva, and upon seeing it again he began to grow hard. Keeping an eye on your face, he lowered himself over your groin and kissed your clit, then slowly down until he reached your opening.

“Ken,” you breathed, barely awake and assuming you were having a really nice wet dream. That was until Ken dipped his tongue into your opening and you made a kitten noise. Ken liked that noise a LOT and began licking in circles inside your opening until you opened your eyes. You gasped when you saw this was not a dream but that Ken was actually waking you up with oral sex. Ken was going down on you, his blue eyes twinkling and his hands holding you open for him.

“Ahh, Ken,” you let out a shaky breath when he flattened his tongue firmly against you, licking up from your opening up to your clit, when he flicked with his tongue once he got there, causing you to cry out and grab his hair with your hands.

“Ken, please,” a breathy laugh escaped you. “This is lovely but let me wake up more. I’m a little overstimulated at the moment.”

Ken frowned but did as you asked, sitting up on his knees but keeping his hands on your thighs. You offered your hand to him and he took it, holding it up to his face and smiling.

“Good morning, y/n.”

“Morning,” you yawned. You glanced at the clock on your bedside table. It read 5 am. “Why are you up so early, Ken?”

“Waiting for you to wake up.”

You laughed again, and he smiled.

“Did you not sleep very much?”

“I did,” he said, running his hands up the sides of your waist, making you giggle. “But then I woke up and really wanted you awake with me.”

“Mmmm,” you hummed, attempting you sit up a little but Ken climbed on top of you again, his hips holding yours down as he legs kept holding you open.

He smiled down at you. “Hi.”

“Hi,” you said right before he lowered himself to where your chests were now touching as he began kissing you, softly at first, but then hungrily moments later. You gently pushed against him and he pulled his face back.

“I do love this, but I really do need a moment to wake up.”

“Okay.” He kept smiling down at you, but not moving his body off of yours.

“I mean I need to get up, Ken.”

Ken frowned and shook his head.

“I’ll fuck you soon,” you promised.

“How soon?”

“After some coffee and toast soon.”

Ken contemplated that and begrudgingly sat up, offering a hand to pull you up with him. You giggled when he left a kiss on the tip of your nose.

“Want some breakfast when I make mine?”

Again he shook his head and captured your lips with his. “No food. Just want you.”

“You’ll have me soon.” You placed a chaste kiss on his lips before hopping out of bed and heading into the bathroom to brush your teeth. Ken watched you as if charmed and not able to look away. He loved the way you moved when you walked, wishing your hands were his as you ran your fingers through your hair, yawning again. He discovered his had a newfound part of you that he loved as he stared at the way your butt bounced the tiniest bit as your backside was fully facing him on your way to the bathroom. Hmmm. He would need to explore that further.

You had just finished brushing your teeth when Ken appeared behind you, squeezing both of your butt cheeks in his large hands. You giggled in surprise and watched him in the mirror in front of both of you.

“I like this.” He squeezed a little harder for emphasis.

“You’re so easily encourageable.”

“Is that bad?”

“No, Ken. I like it.”

“Okay, good.” He kissed the hickey he had given you a day prior, feeling ecstatic now that he knew the meaning of it.

Despite your ongoing playful protests to let you finish making breakfast, eventually Ken won and you were being thrown into the bed underneath him as the coffee brewed, Ken attacking your neck with sloppy kisses and bites. You squealed under his weight, your legs dangling over the bed and his feet planted firmly in between yours as he easily nudged you open for him. His hand fisted into your hair to pull your head back as he kissed along your throat and jawline.

“Such a horny Ken,” you laughed, his naked hips bucking into yours, as you had been the only one to dawn a silky robe before heading into the kitchen earlier.

“You have *no* idea,” he almost growled, and that tone of voice shocked you but you also were LOVING it. He kept alternating bucking his hips into yours and then firmly rubbing his cock into your folds while you grabbed at his back and triceps.

“What did you mean last night when you said you would ruin me?”

“Mmmmm,” you breathed, eyes closed, blissfully lost in all the simultaneous sensations. “It means the sex will be so good that anyone else that fucks you will fail by comparison.”

If your eyes had been open you would have seen him smirk, before reaching down to test his tip in your opening. You moaned and your hold on him gripped tighter, expecting him to impale you at any moment.

“You seem veeerryy wet,” he said, his voice raising into a question.

“I am.”

He pulled his hips back just enough to reach his hand down and finger your opening. You shuddered as he easily pushed two fingers inside you.

“You’re *soaked.*”

“Want you,” you moaned. “Need you.”

“You need me?” You couldn’t tell if he was taunting but you were pretty sure you heard a little gasp before he said it, and it was a genuine request for confirmation.

You opened your eyes and pulled him closed to you, wrapping your arms around his neck and pulling up to kiss him. “Need you really badly, Ken.”

He withdraw his fingers and lifted himself off of you just enough to where you began scooting backwards higher up the bed but within seconds your ankle had been grabbed and he pulled you swiftly back underneath him, your legs hanging off the bed again, his arms encasing around you to ensure you didn’t go anywhere.

“Need you *here,” he said, untying your robe and opening it up so he could see your beautiful form underneath him, but didn’t want to move off enough to fully take it off you, so the sleeves remained on. You shivered and felt vulnerable this way, somehow still having your robe on but being fully exposed made you feel more naked than you felt when you actually had zero clothing on.

Ken kissed you deeply, gripping under your thighs tightly as he pulled back and stood up. Having him tower over your like this made you feel so small and that excitement rushed over you in an intense wave.

“Now it’s my turn to ruin *you.*” He thrust into you firmly but slowly, the impact making your back arch and you released an incredibly loud moan. He bottomed out within a few seconds, but those seconds were agonizing as you struggled to adjust to his size while your head became dizzy with pleasure. When you returned to reality you heard him groaning in pace with his thrusts, still slow but beyond intense as he would almost pull completely out before pushing in again.

He pulled you down a little farther so your butt was almost hanging off the bed and your hands floated above your head where you gripped the sheets as he started pumping into your faster. He watched your frame reacting to your every moment, your breasts bouncing in time with his thrusts, and became incredibly turned on by the image of you underneath him, at his mercy, your hands above you. He wasn’t sure exactly why that hand position affected him so strongly, but he loved it enough that he was desperate to hold them there. He wrapped your legs around his waist and you held on, completely lost in everything as he leaned over you to hold your wrists together above your head.

You opened your eyes, glazed and pupils blown, to witness him holding your arms hostage, and you wanted to giggle but couldn’t muster the time in between your panting to do so. So he likes the idea of you being restrained a little. Maybe you’d have to play with him later and see if he liked being restrained, too. You wanted to keep playing with that thought in your mind but it got pushed to the back for now as his breathing became louder and seeing him hovering over you, looking such a fucked up mess sent you over the edge, which also immediately caused his climax as well. He fucked you hard as you both chased your release, and his final thrust into you was so intense you felt like you would fall apart.

He helped you back up onto the bed, you facing each other as he repeated last night, wrapping your leg around his waist as his cock “snuggled” back up into you. Was this how after sex was always going to be? Granted, he still hadn’t gone soft yet, but god forbid he try fucking you again just now, you swore you would pass out. You were almost thankful when you saw him stifling a yawn.

You smiled, caressing his cheek. “Are you tired now?”

He nodded sleepily, eyes drooping a little. “Was it good?” He mumbled.

“It was perfect, Ken.”

He smiled and hummed in happiness, resting his forehead into yours, eyes fully closed now, his body relaxing.

“Sleep, my sweet boy.” You kissed his forehead and continued petting him until he fell asleep moments later. You gently untangled yourself from him, covering him up with the comforter, and watched him rest, looking completely content.

The next few days had you on the brink of mild insanity. You had never been fucked this much in your life, especially never with so much care and obsession. Ken literally fucked you any time you would let him. He discovered he *really* liked penetrating you while you were standing with your body pressed against the shower wall, your moans echoing all around him and him having to hold your frame up while you fell apart around him. It was like being completely surrounded by you and he loved how your body became so limp because of him.

He also became more interested in your butt as each day passed, which entertained you as he would massage it or press against your back whenever you would let him. You did it to him in return one day just to see how he reacted and it turned him on so much you had to hold on for dear life as he pushed you down and fucked you into the sofa. He was becoming a little more confident in himself each day, which was leading to what you knew was less about dominance and more about just being desperate and starving for feeling so connected to you, how much he craved feeling pleasured and seeing how well he pleasured you.

He brought up the spanking he had seen in that movie that somehow felt so long ago, you had forgotten he had asked. You were completely silent for awhile, not really sure how to explain that one.

“So, some people, they have sort of ‘kinks.’ Things that really turn them on.” You smiled, wanting to tell him about how he seemed to love being praised and had discovered he liked the idea of bounding your wrists together to dominate you. “Sometimes kinks can be something that on paper seems painful, and it isn’t that it isn’t painful in real life, but something about it gives them pleasure. Makes sex even better for them.”

Ken contemplated this. “So the woman in the movie, getting hit with the belt felt good to her?”

You nodded, for some reason crossing your harms, having that weird vulnerability come back.

He looked at you. “Do you like that?”

Your face turned so red. “I…haven’t tried it.” You felt desperate to not make anything you said sound like that awful 50 Shades series but you also felt embarrassed and weren’t sure why.

Ken spoke very slowly, hands going into his pockets, apparently also feeling shy. “Would you like to try?”

“I’m….not sure.” Your answer was truthful, and the fact that you were considering it surprised you. It had always been your job to get Ken out of his comfort zone but lately it felt like the roles had been reversed, especially now.

“Uhhh,” Ken laughed, looking down to try and cover his nerves. “Well, I don’t have a belt anyway, so.”

“You can also use your hands.” The words were out before you knew it.

Ken looked up, encouraged by your answer, and you realized this was less about pure curiosity and more that he had been thinking about this for awhile and had probably been trying to figure out how to ask you. So this must have turned him on, a lot, considering how small he was feeling based on his body language. “Yeah?”

Now you looked down, and you hated how this felt like an odd first date where neither party was certain what they were comfortable asking the other to do after dinner. You nodded.

Ken took a step closer, feeling out the energy you were giving him. “Is that something….” You saw him pull a hand out of his pocket then stare at it, then at you. Oh he was definitely imagining it now.

“Maybe.” You said, forcing yourself to look up again. “Maybe,” you stepped towards him too, and ran your fingers along his collar on the shirt you had bought him recently. “You can surprise me sometime, and we can find out together.”

Ken held his composure but you saw the excitement in his eyes, and he nodded. “Yeah, okay.” He looked so boyish and you smiled at him.

You both discovered together when the next day you were on your stomach on the floor, trying to retrieve an earring that had fallen underneath the dresser. You heard Ken inhale sharply behind you and you froze, but only because you expected him to be on top of you any second without warning. When he remained standing, you turned, still on your stomach.

His hands were opening and closing, like wanting to touch something but knowing he wasn’t allowed to. You decided to play with him a little.

“Whatcha doing, Ken?”

He startled. “Oh, I…did you lose something.”

“Just an earring.” You smiled at him then turned back to reaching underneath the dresser. You were wearing a button up shirt and some cute undies but nothing else, and you wiggled your ass a little, trying to maintain your giggle.

Ahh, there he is, you thought, as he was on top of you within seconds, his shirt already gone. He was pulling your panties off while kissing the back of your neck.

“Can you..” He pulled on your shirt, and you sat up enough to pull it over your head, after which Ken immediately leaned into you until you were pressed against the floor again. He sat up and began to squeeze your butt, almost kneading it as his excitement grew. You moaned and relaxed into it. Maybe you needed to start having Ken give you massages, you mused, right as your thoughts were cut off by a sharp SMACK.

You jolted and looked back at Ken, who was frozen, your left cheek stinging a little still. He looked terrified, like this desire had gotten the better of him and you hated him and you would make him leave and -

“Ken,” you smiled back at him, then looked at his hand. You felt playful and wanted to see where this would go. “Do it again.”

His eyebrows raised. “You’re…sure?”

“MMhmmmm.” Your voice was almost a purr and you knew Ken loved when you did that. He spanked you again, a little harder, and you moaned but did enjoy the sensation. He waited a second and when you didn’t make him stop, he struck again, harder. You intentionally encouraged him on with the noises you made, and you could practically feel how horny he was even though you weren’t looking at him.

“That’s *so* good, Ken.” He struck again and you giggled, then realized you were suddenly in desperate need to feel him inside you. Each strike made you tense up and you became almost overcome with the need to squeeze around him. “Ken? My love, my incredible boy. I need something.”

“Yeah?” You heard the excitement in his voice as he stopped to hear what you were going to tell him.

“I need you inside me. Feel so tight and need to feel you.”

He was on it in a second, on his stomach as well, raising you up so your chest remained on the floor but your knees held your hips up in the air, and he sucked your clit harshly, causing your knees to buckle a little. He raised himself onto his forearms to hold your hips steady and he devoured you for awhile, always loving your wetness against his mouth as his tongue fucked you. Once he felt you were ready, he pressed his fingers inside of you, allowed your hips to relax on the ground again as he used his other hand to knead your ass. He was circling his fingers inside you and you reveled in feeling *everything* when his hand came down onto your cheek again, sharp and fast.

You cried out, your entire being shuddering at how amazing the sting felt while your muscle gripped his fingers harder than you ever had before. “Ohhh god, oh god, oh god.” You felt little spasms ignite all throughout your groin.

“Is it okay?” Ken asked, concerned.

“It is incredible.” You had never heard yourself growl but your voice sounded pretty near to it. “More, please, more, Ken.”

He continued for awhile, your hips bucking into his fingers as your cheeks became redder. “Ken,” you whined, “need your cock, please. Gonna cum soon.”

“No.” He sped up his fingers a little.

“I…need..”

“You’ll get it when I give it to you.”

Holy fucking…you lost it then, seeing stars, spasming hard and wailing as your hands reached for anything to grip on the bare carpet. Your breathing calming down, you heard Ken unzip his jeans behind you, then open your legs wide, lowering his hips to meet yours as his cock slid all the way into you. You sobbed as his mouth met your ear. “*Now* you get my cock.”

His newfound enjoyment in dominance was incredible but as he pumped himself into you, you realized your sweet, innocent, bashful Ken was becoming a little lost in all the excitement the last couple days, and you grinned to yourself as you made mental notes on exactly how you would turn that back onto him as soon as possible.

For now, you reveled in just letting him take you, his moans right next to your ear absolutely music and when he spanked one of your buttocks hard again you tensed and cried out, causing Ken to gasp loudly when you squeezed around him impossibly tighter. Holy dear fuck. He wanted more of that but needed to make sure you were okay first.

“Was that okay?” He asked between thrusts.

“Mmmhmm.” You were in pure ecstasy.

“Can I do it again?”

“Yes, sweet Ken.” Ken cried out when his next strike was harder and you pussy reacted accordingly.

He wondered how long he could hold out at how deliciously your muscle clenched around his as he began spanking you in time with his thrusts, your butt cheek stinging more than before, and you had the pornographic thought of what if you actually would be sore and it would hurt to sit the rest of the day?

Right when you felt like you might have to ask him to calm down a little, almost unable to breathe between his rough thrusts and strikes, he stopped and pulled out. You were dizzy when he turned you around to face him and pulled you on top of him as his feet were planted on the floor, knees bent, and he sat you on top of him. You sobbed as you sank down onto his cock again, unable to muster the strength to push off with your legs.

Ken knew, and he loved it, he loved watching how you became less and less coherent every time he found a new way to fuck you, and he impaled you on his cock effortlessly as you screamed, your nails raking into his shoulders and chest, and he got lost in how good it felt to be marked by you in this way. His climax nearing, he sat up a little straighter and hugged you close to him, tears stinging your eyes as he kissed them away right before he came, and the hardest he ever had. You spasmed in time with him, Ken shouting your name over and over until you were both spent. It took you both awhile to calm down, your breathing rapid and both of your bodies trembling together.

Once Ken regained his strength, much faster than you, he gently picked you up and carried you to the bed. He snuggled you into him and had a deep desire to take care of you. He knew that was the most intense sex you had experienced together, and he became concerned that maybe he had gone a little too far in his excitement. Maybe he actually got so caught up in his want and how hazy the world was from the moment he entered you that he lost control and overdid it. You let out little moans into his neck while he tenderly held you, ran his fingers through your hair and down your back, giving you the softest of kisses on the top of your head.

“Ken?” You mustered up the energy to softly speak.

“Y/n,” he whispered back, hand caressing your cheek. He was in awe of you. He was also still lost in the anxiety that he might have -

“That was amazing.” You opened your eyes and looked up at him.

He exhaled a little. “You’re okay?”

You nodded, and turned your head to kiss his hand on your face. “It was insane,” you let out a barely audible laugh. Ken smiled then, wanting to hug you tighter but forcing himself to remain gentle.

“You’re staring to become a little *too* dominant,” you teased, pushing his hair out of his face and loving how the sweat he had worked up glistened on his chiseled body.

“Is that bad?” He browned furrowed. God, if you weren’t spent you would literally take him here and now, and remind he what it felt like to be submissive to you, but on an entirely different level than before.

“Not at all, but…” you trailed off for a second, getting lost in those blues eyes, those damn eyes that belonged to this fucking hunk of a man but made your heart melt every time you saw how sensitive he really was, and about how much he truly worshipped you. “Let’s just say I have some things in mind that I’ll be trying on you *very, VERY* soon.”

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[ohgodnotagainn]

girl in a coffee shop

summary → 4 times bob recommended a drink + 1 time he recommended something else.

warnings → swearing, allusions to sex, probably some typos in there, coffee shop au, everyone is like 28ish in this

length → 5.1K

pairing → robert "bob" floyd x fem reader

a/n → this is SO self indulgent, but it's turned into my favorite fic i've written thus far. i hope you all love it as much as i do. i love, adore, and appreciate feedback, but as always, be nice or be gone. if you would like to be added or removed from the taglist let me know.

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“You’d be the pretty girl in a coffee shop, sweet as candy lemon drops, with your favorite pair of Birkenstocks - that’d be you.”

You found Top Brews completely by accident - your apartment was proving to be too distracting to finish editing your last shoot and so, in a fit of frustration, you googled the closest cafe with free internet. Five minutes later, you were pulling into the parking lot with your laptop and a dream. 

The shop was rather quaint - local artwork lined the walls and a variety of couches, armchairs, and tables littered the dark wooden floors. The place was alive with people slaving away on laptops, first dates, and old friends catching up over steaming lattes. You could tell these four walls harbored a community, and you wondered how you had missed it all this time. 

Walking up to the bar you realized that the eclectic vibes weren’t what made this little shop special, it was the staff. A stunning brunette greeted you with a warm smile, and behind her you could see a blonde and a mustached man arguing over the ‘right’ way to do the dishes. 

“Hey there! I haven’t seen you around here before - my name is Nat but you can call me Phoenix. I know the menu is a bit overwhelming, so if you have any questions don’t be afraid to ask!” 

You weren’t sure how she could tell that you were overwhelmed, but you could guess it wasn’t uncommon for how extensive the chalkboard menu was. There were so many drink options you weren’t entirely sure where to start and you hadn’t thought much about what you would want in the short time it took you to slip on a pair of Birkenstocks and make the trek here. 

“This is my first time in, do you have any recommendations?”

The smile on her face grew wider as she smacked the shoulder of a slender man with glasses hidden behind the espresso machine.

“Ahh, if you want recommendations then Bob here is your man. He’s yet to steer someone wrong and makes the best concoctions you’ll ever taste.”

Bob, as Phoenix called him, seemed startled when he looked up from the pitcher he was steaming. Your heart skipped a beat when your eyes met his gentle ones, and you were intrigued by his calm demeanor despite all the hustle and bustle around him. 

“Well then, Bob was it? I guess I’ll trust your reputation - surprise me, I’m not picky.”

You were finishing up paying when you heard Bob curse loudly, “Shit!” You glanced over just in time to see hot milk pouring over the edges of the metal pitcher onto his hands as he frantically turned off the steam wand. His neck and cheeks were painted red, no doubt embarrassed by what happened. 

Words tumbled out of his mouth while he made quick work of wiping down the bar with a wet rag. “I - uh - I promise I know how to do my job, I just get so in the zone sometimes and I got distracted and Rooster is back there squawking so loud I can’t hear myself think and -”

His words and motions came to a halt as he heard you giggling, and though it may have been at his expense, he would do anything to hear it every day. 

You tried to keep a straight face, but you were still in a fit of giggles as you said, “You guys keep a Rooster back there? I’m not sure the health department would appreciate that very much.” 

At your words, the mustached man from the great dish debate whipped around with a hand to his chest and pretend indignation written on his face. “Excuse you! I’ll have you know that inspector Sharon loves me and my keen sense for knowing what needs to be clean and what needs to be dirty.” 

Everyone behind the bar groaned in annoyance as Phoenix pushed him back towards the sink, “You’ve lost your privilege of talking you absolute buffoon, go back to the dishpit and reflect on your life choices,” she looked at the clock, then turned back to you and whispered, “Believe it or not, that’s the longest he’s made it without losing his talking privileges all week.”

“But it’s only 9:30?” you questioned.

A cup of mystery appeared in front of you as Bob cut in with a playful grin, “Yeah, he’s making some big strides. Yesterday he only got to 7:05. We open at 7:00.”

You met his eyes and shook your head laughing. “Sounds like you may have been better off with an actual rooster.” You lifted the cup, eyes widening as soon as the hot beverage hit your tongue. “Holy shit, Bob.”

His eyes widened to match yours as he started to reach for the cup, “Fuck do you not like it? I’m so sorry, I can make you something else -”

“Oh, no!” You were vehemently shaking your head, “I didn’t mean it like that,” You pulled the cup out of his reach, “This is just the best coffee I’ve ever had - where have you been all my life? You have to clue me in to what you made so I can order if you aren’t here.”

His heart was fluttering at your kind remarks and the idea of you coming in here more, but he tamped down the feeling. “It’s, uh, it’s a honey vanilla latte with cinnamon steamed into the oat milk.” With rosey cheeks he looked down at the rag in his hands and continued, “It’s actually my personal favorite.”

“Well, Bob, it might just be my new personal favorite too.” You slipped a $5 bill out of your laptop case and into the tip jar. You looked back at him and raised your cup with a wink, “Thanks again!” 

Bob was stunned into silence and couldn’t help but watch you as you made yourself at home in a big armchair by the fireplace. Where had you been all of his life?

Phoenix once again startled him when she cleared her throat - he was so wrapped up in thoughts of you he forgot she was there. “Dude, what was that? I can’t even remember the last time you burned a pitcher of milk.”

Hangman joined in from the sinks, “Yeah, man, I didn’t think you were even capable of messing up - you must be down bad.”

He groaned at their prodding, “Fuck off, Jake, I don’t know what you’re talking about.”

He did know what Jake was talking about, but he wouldn’t admit that to the blonde - if his ego got any bigger they’d have to expand into the space next door to fit it all.

Instead, he let your words play on a loop in his head and snuck peaks at you cuddled in that armchair every chance he could. 

He hoped and prayed to every God he could think of.

Please make her a regular.

“I wonder what it’s like to be in love by you, I wondered if I’d ever be in love for you. All these doubts in my head keep me from finding you.”

You couldn’t help yourself. You had to go back to there. You told yourself it was because the coffee had ruined other places for you, but you knew it was Bob. You had stayed in the shop for hours, somehow managing to get a substantial amount of work done between sneaking glances over your screen at the man who rocked glasses better than anyone you’d ever met. Would going back the very next day be weird? Maybe it was, but you didn’t care as you packed up your laptop and laced up your shoes. 

The short journey felt like ages as your heart sped up with your wandering mind. Bob ran rampant through your brain and you found yourself unwilling to even try to stop - stuck on thoughts of him in your kitchen, crafting drinks on your Breville in the morning after a long night together. 

You shouldn’t be thinking of someone you met once in this way. You didn’t even know if he had a partner already! You groaned and let your head hit the wheel - you had to get over it.

If you embarrassed yourself there was no way you could find another comparable shop - the coffee was simply too good and the internet too fast. Why go through all that when you were almost certain he wasn’t interested in you anyways?

Shaking the thoughts from your head, you gathered every ounce of courage in your body and went inside. You could do this. 

Bob had spent his morning in a similar fashion, plagued by thoughts of you. He woke up thirty minutes earlier than usual, allowing himself extra time to get ready just in case you happened to come back.

Each time the little bell above the door rang he couldn’t help but check to see if it was you - and his heart sank a little deeper each time it wasn’t. What if you hated the coffee he made you yesterday and that’s why you didn’t come back? What would he say if you did come in the door? Would you give it to him if he asked for your number? 

Who was he kidding? Even if you were single, he didn’t stand a chance when Rooster, Coyote, Hangman, and Phoenix were there.

Ding, ding.

He didn’t bother looking up this time. 

“Bob! Hi!”

He had to be hearing things, had he officially gone crazy?

But sure enough, when he looked up he was met with your smiling face. Oh no. He had been thinking about you coming in all morning, but he wasn’t prepared for it to actually happen.. 

Say something, say something, say something..

“Oh, uh, hey!” Smooth, Bob. He hoped you didn’t see him cringe as soon as the words left his mouth. “Back again already?” Your smile faltered a bit at his words, and he caught his mistake immediately. “Not that I don’t want to see you again, because I do! I was hoping you’d come back, actually. I mean, not in a creepy way, of course.” He could feel himself rambling again, he had to bring this back before he really scared you off. “I’m sorry, let me try that again. Were you wanting the same coffee or do you want to try something new today?”

Now you were smiling wider than before - his rambling was endearing and your heart was nearly bursting at the fact that he was hoping you’d come in again. 

“Well, I was going to get the same thing, but now that you mention it - I think I want to try something new. Got another ace up your sleeve?”

He couldn’t believe you were trusting him blind again. 

A smile now graced his face too, “I think I’ve got one or two left.”

With an iced raspberry white mocha in hand and butterflies loose in your stomach, you set up camp in the same chair you had the day before. 

Back up at the counter, Jake saddled up next to Bob. 

“Two words - Down. Bad.”

“The glasses that you hardly wear .. and makeup, no you don’t really care"

Top Brews had all but become your office - now a permanent part of your daily routine. It had been two weeks since you first found the place but you couldn’t imagine life without it - the drinks were always stellar, you were friends with everyone on staff, and you were getting through work more efficiently than you ever had. 

You really only had one problem with it - Bob. You suspected that if he was available and interested he would’ve made a move by now, but you couldn’t stop your growing feelings for the quiet barista and the little hearts he always poured on the tops of your lattes. 

He made your mornings a little sweeter - often chatting with you over the red espresso machine while he whipped up your drink of the day. You rarely saw him do this with anybody else, usually too in the zone to make small talk, and you couldn’t help but feel special. He was never in too much of a rush to talk to you, and nobody else had ever made you feel so important before.

Through your chats you learned that he owned the place with Natasha, and overtime they somehow roped all of their friends from college into working there with them. Coyote overheard this and appeared out of thin air to inform you that it took major begging to get him to quit his office job and join the staff.

Bob informed you that it really only took a six pack of Dos Equis and the promise of priority aux privileges. (Coyote took a lot of pride in this, spending hours on Spotify crafting playlists for every occasion).

You also learned that, no, their parents don’t hate them, they just liked having their nicknames adorning their tags. They wanted those who came to know they were part of the squad, that they considered every single person who came through those doors a friend - regardless if they came in once or every day. 

You looked forward to these chats more than you’d like to admit.

This particular morning you were not doing well. You had woken up on the wrong side of the bed, things going awry left and right. Your phone hadn’t been fully plugged in and you woke up late. You got a scathing email from an unhappy client, who demanded they get their non-refundable deposit back from the shoot they didn’t show up to. Another client didn’t make any indication whether they liked their gallery or not, leaving you even more insecure. You ripped your last pair of contacts and had to opt for glasses - that were four years old and out of prescription - instead. To top it off, you were missing one of your most important SD cards. 

If you weren’t so superstitious, you would say that things couldn’t get any worse.

For once you were hoping to not see Bob. You didn’t feel like yourself and you were feeling rather self conscious about your appearance. 

Like everything else that morning, you weren’t so lucky. You saw him the second you entered the building and scurried to your armchair instead of the counter to order like normal. You would have to set up camp first and get your coffee once he went to the bathroom or went on break.

Twenty minutes into working and you were left more frustrated than before. Lightroom was crashing on you every five photos, you were developing a migraine from the lack of caffeine, and Bob still had not moved from his place behind the bar. You could feel his eyes on you every so often and you knew he was probably figuring out how to nicely kick you out.

You were loitering after all. 

Suddenly you felt a presence in front of you and you looked up to see Phoenix smiling down at you. 

Here it comes. 

Without a word, she produced a glass from behind her back and placed it on the little table next to you.

“You must have the wrong person, this can’t be for me - I haven’t ordered yet.” You told her, sheepishly pushing the glass away. 

“No, I’m certain this is for you,” she nodded her head in Bob’s direction, who was currently looking anywhere but at you, “Something about how he could tell you’re having a bad day and could use a pick me up. He’s insisting it be on the house and instructed all of us to refuse letting you pay, so, don’t even try. Also, you cannot tell him I told you this, but he won’t shut up about how much he likes your glasses. I think you could get away with never paying here again if you wore those everyday.”

You were shocked, your mouth agape and unable to form words. 

“Oh! I was also sent on operation pick-me-up to give you this,” she fished your SD card out of her apron pocket and handed it to you, “We found it sweeping yesterday and couldn’t tell if it was yours or not. Bob kept it in his wallet for safe keeping until we saw you today, just in case.”

You flipped the little disc around in your fingers - completely shellshocked now.

“I uh, I don’t even know what to say other than thank you, seriously. Are you sure I can’t pay? I feel bad and it’s really no trouble at all,” you said as you fished around in your laptop case for some cash. 

Shaking her head, she started to walk away from you, yelling over her shoulder, “Don’t even try!”

You could feel your migraine dissipating as you sipped on the lavender cold brew topped with a sweet cold foam. 

Bob had saved your entire day. 

You slipped a $20 bill in the tip jar when no one was looking. 

“Oh, I, could only hope that you would feel it too - if we locked eyes right here in this crowded room for just one second it’d just be us two”

A month had passed since your first visit and the tattered blue armchair by the fireplace was now your spot. Sure, it wasn’t written anywhere, but you were there for hours everyday like clockwork. It was common knowledge and the other regulars respected it as your territory, sometimes even going as far as leaving a jacket in place to make sure it was vacant upon your arrival.

You always sat there because it was the comfiest chair, you liked the warmth that came from the fireplace, and the internet connection in that specific part of the cafe was the strongest. You definitely didn’t always sit there because you had a stellar - and discreet - view of the bar.

Okay, maybe you did. 

But if you couldn’t actually be with Bob, there was no harm in looking, right? How could you resist a few peaks here and there when his hands looked that good moving expertly around the bar?

Yeah, that was going with you to the grave. 

It had been a busy morning and there was not an empty chair or table in sight. The crowd was overtaking your space and you could tell, even through your headphones, how loud it was getting. Even the internet was struggling to keep up with the traffic. 

The most recent batch of photos was in the process of exporting and with how slow it was moving, you knew it was going to be a while.

You didn’t mind much. You could allow yourself generous looks at Bob without worrying so much about being caught - everyone behind the bar too preoccupied with the rush at hand to notice - and there was no guilt around being distracted from your own workload.

Without warning, Bob’s eyes snapped up and met your gaze.

Shit, shit, shit, shit, shit. 

You had been caught red-handed, but your eyes stayed locked on his and you nodded at the freshy vacated chair next to yours in a silent invitation. The only way out of the embarrassment now was through, you had to pretend this was the plan all along.

Bob wanted nothing more than to join you in your corner, but there was a hoard of tickets still waiting to be made and Jake was scheduled to take his break first. With an exaggerated look of  disappointment on his face he held up a cup in one hand and a pitcher in the other, shrugging his shoulders as a way to politely decline your invitation. 

You nodded in understanding, but he didn’t miss the dejected look in your eyes as they dropped back to the laptop screen. 

God damnit. He was grateful that his business was flourishing, but he finally had a chance and he was barred from taking it. 

Unbeknownst to him, Rooster had seen the entire exchange. 

“Hey man, I got bar so you can take your break,” he stated, leaving little room for argument.

“Oh, uh, I actually think Hangman is supposed to break first today,” Bob responded, eyes downcast and sadness laced in his tone.

Jake was quick to interject, “Yeah! I’m starving and I opened so if anyone is going on break its -” 

He was cut off by Bradley’s elbow making sharp contact with his gut.

“Nope! It’s Bob. Here’s a slice of banana bread big enough for two, do with it what you will.” Bradley winked, shoving a plate in Bob’s hands and shooing him away from the counter

Hangman grumbled, still doubled over and cradling his stomach, “We really need an HR department.”

Bob ignored him as he untied his apron and grabbed two forks, making his way over to the fireplace before he could talk himself out of it. 

You thought nothing of it when you felt a presence in the chair beside you - it had been occupied for almost the entire morning - but you were confused when a plastic fork suddenly appeared in front of your eyes.

“Not sure if I can finish this piece of banana bread on my own, interested in sharing?” Bob asked you with a blush on his cheeks. 

You grabbed the fork out his hand and clinked it against his, “I would love nothing more.” You took a big bite and your eyes got large, “I need this recipe, I need it more than I’ve needed anything else in the history of needing things.”

Bob let out a chuckle, “I wish I could give it to you, but unfortunately Rooster has it under lock and key. Believe me when I say we’ve tried to get it from him since freshman year, but It’s his mom’s old recipe that they used to make together before she died.”

You were silent for a moment.

“That’s actually really sweet. Does he do a lot in the kitchen then?” you asked softly.

Laughing, Bob answered, “Oh absolutely not, he’s a master baker but I wouldn’t trust him to make a box of mac n’ cheese. A truly horrid cook.” You laughed this time, and he continued, “He was actually the first one to join the team here, his only request was that he wanted to bake. He says it’s to keep the memory of his parents alive, but truthfully I think it’s when he feels closest to them.”

You hummed in understanding and took another bite, “Well, here’s to Mr. and Mrs. Bradshaw then.”

Bob took another bite before raising his fork, “Here, here!”

The conversation stood still for a moment before you turned to Bob with a serious look on your face, “Rooster, Phoenix, Fanboy, Payback, Hangman, Coyote - everyone else has silly nicknames. How come you don’t have one?”

“Bob actually is a nickname, even though it’s a derivative of my real name. I used to go by Robby, but when I was sharing a dorm with Hangman our freshman year he would always use Bob’s Burgers to fall asleep.” 

“That’s absurd! Everyone knows that American Dad is the superior adult cartoon for sleeping purposes!” you quipped.

“That’s what I always said!” Bob agreed before continuing, “Anyways, the opening jingle started to really drive me crazy but I never said anything about it until one fated day when he put it on while we were all hanging out. I heard one note and went ballistic - we got in the biggest fight we’ve ever had and it ended with him saying that I was ‘jealous that I was the inferior Bob.’ The name just stuck after that,” He ended with a shrug. 

You had a hand over your mouth, but you couldn’t stop yourself. You started laughing, and before he knew what was happening, Bob was laughing so hard he had tears in his eyes and his stomach was burning.

Wiping away stray tears, he looked down at his watch and a deep frown overtook his features.

“Are you okay?” You asked, suddenly worried that you had offended him by laughing so hard.

“Yeah! Yeah, I’m good. I’m just bummed that my break is almost over, none of those fools,” he pointed to the bar, “keep as good of company as you do.” 

You watched as Rooster and Hangman thumb wrestled, Fanboy and Payback standing to the side, acting as referees, “I don’t know, that looks like a pretty intense match.” Bob just laughed again and shook his head. 

“I enjoyed this too, you know. You should join me on your breaks more often, Robby.” 

“I look forward to it,” he said earnestly, leaving you to enjoy your iced strawberry matcha with a new stampede of elephants taking residence in your stomach. 

“I’m just another boy in a coffee shop, dreaming of a love that’s not .. I’m just dreaming of a girl in a coffee shop”

Another month had come and gone, and Bob didn’t let a day go by without sitting with you on his break. If he sometimes took 25 minutes instead of 15, well, nobody said anything about it. Everyone loved you, and everyone loved how happy you seemed to make Bob. 

Everyone was, however, frustrated beyond belief that neither of you had made a move yet. 

Phoenix was the first to crack, and it was under her supervision that operation intervention staff meeting (everyone thought the name Rooster pitched was stupid, but nobody could come up with something better) was born. 

When Bob arrived at her house, ready to handle all the usual housekeeping, he was surprised to find that everyone was already there and sitting in a circle - he always the first to arrive.

“Bob, dear boy. Come in and sit with us.” Rooster said, trying to act normal yet failing miserably. 

The weird tension in the room was palpable, and Bob was unsure what to do other than oblige, “What’s going on?” he asked, before finding a place to sit between Fanboy and Phoenix.

“We’ve decided, dear boy, that you finally grow a spine and ask her out,” Rooster replied, crossing his arms.

“First of all, stop calling me ‘dear boy’ - it’s really weird. Second of all, ask who out? I don’t know what you guys are on about.” Bob coolly responded. 

Suddenly a hoard of pillows was thrown his way and everyone wore the same displeased look on their faces. They were obviously talking about you, and they knew that Bob knew they were talking about you.

“Okay, okay. Fine. I get it. I can’t ask her out though! I love talking to her everyday, she’s one of my best friends at this point. It would make things weird,” he continued.

Hangman groaned, responding before anyone else could, “You really think that would make it weird? Really? After two months of weird sexual tension that everyone but the two of you can see?”

Now he was on the receiving end of the swarm of throw pillows as a chorus of “not the time” “really Hangman?” and “you’re disgusting” rang out.

Payback, who had been quietly observing up until this point, decided it was time to step in. “Listen, man. If you really don’t want to ask her out, none of us are going to make you do it.” Phoenix looked like she was about to object but he shot her a look, “None of us are going to make you do it.” 

Bob looked relieved for a moment, but Payback wasn’t finished yet, “However, I think you’re doing yourself, and her, a huge injustice if you don’t. She looks at you like you hung the stars, and you look at her like she hung the moon. We won’t make you do anything you don’t want to do, but don’t you want to find out how much sweeter life can be if you stopped selling yourself short?”

 “I don’t know how, and I’m scared.” Bob said quietly.

Everyone seemed to sober at his words, and Phoenix pulled him into a tight hug on the couch. She took hold of his hands and looked him in the eyes, “Then we’ll help you figure it out, and we’ll be there with you every step of the way. You deserve this, Bob, don’t let her pass you by only wondering what could’ve been.”

So, they all spent the rest of the night coming up with a plan - eventually falling asleep sprawled around Phoenix’s living room.

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Everything seemed normal when you arrived at Top Brews, albeit there did seem to be a fair fewer cars in the parking lot. You didn’t think much of it, though, Tuesday’s were generally a pretty slow day at the shop. 

It wasn’t until you walked up to the door and noticed the sign that said your name and to not enter unless it was you that you realized this was not going to be an average Tuesday morning. 

Once inside, you followed a trail of meticulously placed coffee beans to your usual corner, where Bob sat nervously with a coffee mug in one hand and a bouquet of daisies in the other. You could barely hear Billy Joel over the blood rushing to your head, suddenly feeling a wave of nerves and anticipation crash into you.

You had a million questions, but settled on a familiar one instead, “What’s in the cup today, Robby?”

“It’s, uh, it’s a honey vanilla latte with cinnamon steamed into the oat milk. I’m not sure if you remember this or not, but I made it for you the first time you came in,” he stopped for a moment to take a deep breath, “I haven’t stopped thinking about you since that day. I’ve tested a thousand different recipes - not all winners, by the way - to make sure I can always make you something new. I used to hate taking breaks, but since I started sitting with you they are the highlight of my day. I never realized how much I missed being called Robby until you said it. I really don’t want to mess this up with you, you make my life sweeter in every way without even realizing it. If this is weird, and I’m misreading things, feel free to walk out that door and pretend this never happened but I am begging you, if that’s the case, please don’t stop coming -”

He was cut off by your lips making contact with his.

Pulling back, you allowed your eyes to meet his, “I remember every drink you’ve ever made me, I keep them saved to a list on my phone. I came back to this shop because of you. Watching you make drinks and sing whatever song is playing under your breath because you think nobody is looking has become my favorite pastime. I can’t even use my own Breville anymore because all I can think about is you using it instead. You’ve overtaken every inch of my brain and you’ve made the most bitter days sweet again. I could never stop coming through that door because I know you’re on the other side of it. This is by far the most thoughtful thing anyone has ever done for me, and I love it.”

You connected your lips to his again when a sudden roar of cheers and clapping filled the space. 

Bob pulled away this time - laughing softly at your startled expression whilst the others poured out of the kitchen.

“Oh, yeah, I had a little help.”

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౨ৎ r.u.n. ! — illit

pairing — idol!illit x reader song rec : in my mind - lapid ( 0.8k ) warnings ! none ᯤ ^ ㅇ ^ happy reading ! ⸝⸝・ᘏᘏ

prompt : you thought being young and of color would bring you down out as the show went on it just help you make more friends

when the show started you were sure you would get evil edited. you weren’t any type of asian and so you stuck out like a sour thumb. so you thought your best hope was to just be the best all-rounder ever. that before you found out you were the youngest on the show. being fourteen.

after you danced to ‘im jelly baby’ by aoa cream the judges cooed. you titled you head and one of the laughed.

“ahh what’s wrong?”

“did I do bad..?”. you heard oohs and aahs.

“no no you just looked really cute”. you still looked worried prompting chanelle to translate to you. you nodded.

“I would hope I’m only fourteen”. you heard a loud gasp and when you turned to the judges there eyes were wide. as you went to sit down you were being pulled in all sorts of directions. you sat down next to chanelle and moka though since you were going to need the translating help. as you sat down moka pinched your cheek.

“your going to be what..? fifteen when you debut?”. you nodded as your legs rocked back and forth. in the episode subtitles immediately appeared.

look our little maknae in training ~

as people went on you yawned and slowly dozed of. ‘ahh look..!’ ‘so cute..!’. moka put her hand around your waist for the rest of the auditions and as you woke up towards the end suddenly the cameras were back on you.

good morning our little baby !

as you watched the first episode in your dorm you smiled. you felt eyes on you and looked up to see a blushing iroha.

“you’re a great singer !”

“I loved your dance”. iroha beamed at you as she sat next to you on your bed.

“us maknaes have to stick together”. you laughed as the girl shock your hand. that night you had your own little sleepover without the rest of the girls knowing.

“chanelle?”. chanelle brushing her teeth tilted her head at yunah.

“hmm?”

“do you know where iroha is..? she’s my dorm mate..”. the girl shock her head prompting yunah to run into each dorm asking for iroha.

“I- aww..”. as yunah walked into yours and youngseo’s dorm she saw youngseo shushing her and you two cuddled together on the queen bed. the next morning you got ready for your first perfomance. you fell into a group with wonhee and were scared you wouldn’t be able to connect with anyone because of the language barrier.

as practice went on you always felt wonhee’s eyes in you, as you all sat down she ran over to you.

“are you having fun”. you only nodded.

“do you think you need any help?”. you nodded and wonhee urged you to show her. in the end product of episode two you got a lot of screen time because of the girl and yours interactions. as you performed you made a slight mistake. you slipped and then just decided to fuck it and go into a middle spilt.

the judges nodded along and the girls oohed. as you lined up your head was down.

“y/n-ah are you ok..?”. you shakes your head.

“I messed up in the middle I’m sorry”. you bowed and yunah rubbed your back as chanelle held your hand. the judge gasped.

“the spilt wasn’t in the choero”. you nodded and she clapped.

“it was good don’t worry”. you smiled as you sat down and yunah made sure everything was fine. as you sat in the locker room you tapped your feet waiting for someone to enter. when minju did you smiled. you loved her voice. minju gasped as your ran up and hugged her. you heard a scuff in the background.

“so I get no hug..”. you laughed as you ran to hug youngseo too. you tried to hold in your tears as the members got announced.

and your third member…

you crossed your fingers and closed your eyes shut.

y/n lee .. !

you gasped as chanelle hugged you. you were stunned leading chanelle to walk you over and give you one last big hug. iroha side hugged you as minju ruffled your hair. the other two members were announced and as the cameras turned of you were happy to meet your new family..

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[marcellaasblog]

My maid.

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Summary: You needed the extra money really bad, so your best friend Sidney shows you a way she makes money and how you can too,but this job has a little dirty twist to it.

Warnings for the whole series:angst,smut, fluff,alcohol, smoking,p in v, squirting, daddy kink, digrating kink, pervert Eddie, insecure reader,dom Eddie,shy reader, jealous Eddie.

Author's notes: If their is incorrect spelling Im sorry and I'll definitely edit it later on.

This is inspired by a girl on TikTok thats a topless maid and I was very intrigued by it,so why not make into a fic.

Part 1 // part 3 // part 4 // part 5

Part 2

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You and Sidney were in a rush this morning.

She was running all over the place grabbing her costume and other things she may need for today. You try to calm her down but all she was worried about was this Eddie guy and how he was gonna get pissed for being late and she can't lose a costume no matter how annoying they may be.

"Sid calm down." You Tell her as she frantically tries to find her keys she's throwing pillows everywhere she's moving furniture she's opening drawers she's just making a whole mess for herself to clean up later.

"We're my keys? Where are my keys? Where are my keys?" She asked, scattering her whole place around.

"Dude there in your hand." She looks down at her hand as she grunts feeling very annoyed because she just made a mess for no reason.

"Come on, let's go, I'll help you clean up later." You grab her hand as she picks up her duffle bags from the couch.

"We are never going out the day before I have an early shift." You can see Sidney is still tired and exhausted. Was Going to Eddie's place that big of a deal.

"Yeah yeah,I will cry about it later,let's just go before I change my mind."

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As you and Sidney walk up to this Eddie guy's house,you curiously look around this new environment. It was a little messy outside, bear bottles and cigarette buds all over the grass and plants In Front of his house.

Sidney, already annoyed by it all not even wanting to do this shift, bangs on Eddie's door looking back at you, giving you that "I don't wanna do this." Type of look.

The door opens and stands a tall man with fluffy brown short hair beauty marks all over his face as he flashes his pearly whites leaning on the door.

"Ahh Sidney my favorite girl, what brings you here?" Was this Eddie you though cause wow he was pretty.

"Move along Steve, where's Eddie?"

I guess that's not Eddie .

"Why didn't he ask for you? Steve said letting you and Sidney into the shared house.

"Uh yeah he did, he made an appointment 2 nights ago for me to come today." Sidney said, putting her bag down on the brown sofa.

Steve takes his eyes off of Sidney as he lets his eyes roam your body as he smirks at you .

"Who's your friend over here?" Steve asked, waving his finger at you.

"Y/n she's my childhood best friend, the one I talk about a lot." Sidney said, making her way into the hall.

"Ah so you're the best friend,well it's great to meet you named Steve". Steve said, shaking your hand.

You smile as you introduce yourself.

"Nice place you go here." You looked up at the ceiling, the walls and decorations; everything was so elegant and neat.

"Thanks, my dad left this house behind before he passed."

" oh shit I'm sorry I shouldn't have brought it up." You looked into his brown eyes.

"No, no, don't feel sorry." Steve said. "He was a douche anyways.

You huffed as you relaxed your shoulders.

A girl with short dirty blonde hair comes out from the back door.she looked sweaty and tired she had on a white muscle shirt and loose plants. You could see she was working outside by how messy her shirt was.

"Is Sidney here?" She asked, trying to catch her breath resting her hands on her knees.

"Yes robin she is getting changed." Steve relayed back with an annoyed tone..

"Cool,cool I'll be back then." Robin raced into the hallway seeing her short hair fly everywhere.

"What was that for?"

"Well, robin has a little crush." Steve huffs. "Who am I kidding? She has a MASSIVE crush on your friend.

Steve leans against the counter top sipping his drink."really Sidney. She has a crush on sidney."

Steve giggles "yeah why do you think we call her for?".

"Well she told me about a guy named Eddie." You looked at Steve confused.

" oh yeah no. She tells Eddie to call Sidney for her because she has too much of a baby to do it herself."

You nod your head at Steve. "Ohh" Steve laughs" yeah oh"

"So Eddie isn't a 30 year old pervert living in his mom's basement?" You had to ask just to be clear.

"God no,more of a 25 year old nerd that still plays dungeons and dragons and wears batman pajamas to bed that he has already outgrown since the 10th grade."

"Hey, don't make fun of my jammies." You heard a voice come from the hallway. You expected a bald short dude but nope you were wrong.. AGAIN.

Eddie was around 5'10, 5'11 you wanna say. He had long brown curly frizzy hair with uncut bangs that almost went over his eyes. He had really nice tattoos with bats on his arm and maybe more you couldn't really tell.

Eddie wanted to run into the hallway like Robin does everytime she sees Sidney. He was nervous. He shouldn't be this is his house too after all but God were you gorgeous. You had on these nice fitted black jeans that shaped your thighs nicely and a red turtleneck on that was a bit baggy but still showed off your curves.

"Hi you are?" You shook Eddie's hand feeling the warmth, smoothness of his palm and the thickness of his finger as they glazed over yours.

"Uhh umm y/n names y/n." You smiled at the boy.

Eddie giggled, noticing you were a big nervous or shy person.

"Well hi uhh, umm y/n, im Eddie." He mocked you.

"It's just y/n." You giggled, whipping your sweaty palms down your jeans.

"Yeah I know.so what brings you to the Munsons, Harrington, Buckley residents?" Eddie asked, patting Steve's shoulder as he walked past him to the kitchen.

"Hey, my name was supposed to be first." Steve pouted

"Oh shut it." You snorted at his and Steve's bickering.

"Anyways what brings you to hear sweetheart?" Eddie looks directly at you without breaking eye contact as he sips his juice. Little weird. Yeah.

"She's with sidney." Steve answered.

"Ohhh so robin wanted two this time, I see " Eddie snarked at Steve hitting his shoulder as Steve bowled his head .

"Oh no I'm not". Before you could finish Sidney came out from the restroom in a maid costume that covers barely anything and rides up her thighs. She has on no shirt or bra letting her boobs hang out freely.Your eyes widened at the state of your friend as you looked at her as she put her bag down on their couch.

"Well I'll get out of your lady's way,but y/n if you need anything just let me know my room is the last one to the right." Steve lets you know as he quickly disappears into the hallway.

You could hear whispers in the hallway as robin is pushed out of the hallway as she nervously leans on the wall almost missing the Wall as she crosses her feet stuffing her hand in her thrift stored pants.

Eddie laughs as he taps your shoulder.

"Have fun and make sure Robin doesn't faint." Her eyes follow up to Robin's flustered red face as she pulls her shirt collar away from her neck.

"Trust me she did it last time after your little friend left so just keep an eye on her Please." Eddie said, winking at you as he headed for the front door.

"I'LL BE HACK STEVE GONNA GO EAT LUNCH WITH WAYNE." Eddie said, taking his keys off the hook as he walked out of the front door in his black and yellow batman pants and blank top.

"I swear he's the one to call for me and never stays. What's the point of cleaning if he isn't gonna watch just like all the other customers?" Sid said as she walked to the kitchen rolling her eyes as she saw the stacked up dishes in the roommate's sink.

"That's what you think." You whispered to yourself.

"What was that?" Sid asked, tying her hair up into a low bun.

"Huh, oh nothing." You make eye contact with a robin biting down on your bottom lip looking back and forth at your best friend and the shy girl as you try to hide your smirk as robin puts her finger to her lips trying to shush you up.

"Well I'm on the couch, show me what you got." You tell sid making your way to the couch as you look back at robin looking down on her feet.

"Robin why don't you come join me will yah?" You pat the couch cushion letting her know to sit down by you as you smirked her way.

"Um, okay. sure." Robin said, fixing her shirt as she looked down at her feet as she sat by you as you grabbed her knee.

"Don't be nervous babe Trust me sid nice just enjoy yeah." You whispered into the girl's ear patting her knee.

She smiled as she moved her hair behind her ear.

"Okay."

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Eddie came back 30 minutes later seeing your face buried into your hands as you tried to hide your laughed as you would look at your friend and back at robin who would stare at sidney with a blank stare and mouth dropped open it was like she left her body as she would roam your best friend body.

Eddie snickered as he joined you and Robin on the couch.

"Robin, close your mouth before a fly flies into it."

Robin snapped back into reality as she reached over your back hitting Eddie's shoulder.

"Shut up ass." She whispered through her teeth.

You snorted at Robin as you looked up at your friend as she rolled her eyes tieing up the kitchen trash bag.

"Okay kitchen done y/n your turn." Sidney walks into the kitchen as she grabs her bag, dropping it into your lap.

"Wait what?" Your blood rushes to your head a little nervous that you had to do the same thing the first day.

"Yup get up and go change." She pulled you up from the couch.

"How did you-" Sidney cut you off before you could finish.

"I looked through your clothes and found the size of your dresses and bought you one when we went to the lingerie store."

"Is that why you took forever?"

"Yup. go change and you're welcome." Your best friend smiled as she pats your shoulder as she lets her black hair fall down from her bun she made for the 4th time today.

"But I don't wanna show you know." You motion at your boobs.

"You don't have to, I bought you the full cover up costume."

You were a little relieved but still mad at Sidney for not warning you before.

"Are yall okay with this?" You asked Eddie and robin.

Eddie roams your body as he smirks looking back up at your eyes.

"I'm cool with it. Robin?" Eddie asked, looking at the girl as her eyes were still on your friend.

"Uhhh what? Oh yeah I'm cool with it." She said looking back at your friend.

"Alright then I'll be back."

You entered the hallway heading towards the bathroom not really needing to guess we're it was when there was a big sign outside of the door saying "Bathroom" with a poop emoji on top of the bold letters. You giggle as you enter their bathroom setting down the duffel bag on the toilet top locking the door.

You calmed yourself down, setting down your phone on the top of the toilet as you opened the black duffel wincing as you looked down.

You took out this beautiful full body maid outfit and yes it was a full outfit that won't show your boobs well not your whole boob.

The skirt was a bit short but they came with nice fitted fishnets.

You had a decent body, you were not skinny and all like your friend but you had a nice body , so you hoped these were your size.

Time for tryouts.

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"So why the googly eyes Eddie." Robin asked as she shifted towards Eddie patting his knee to get his attention.

"What do you mean?" He asked

"Don't you know what I mean?" Robin nudged him in the shoulder.

Eddie arched his eyebrows as he stared at robin.

"Is it that obvious?" He asked worriedly, playing with the hems of his shirt.

"Yup." Robin said as she popped the p.

"Damnit." Eddie whispered.

"Who's making googly eyes?" Sidney asked as she sat down on the couch crossing her jacket over her chest.

"Eddie to your little friend." Robin blurts out.

Eddie smacks Robin's shoulder giving her the crazy eyes warning her to not say anything else.

Sidney shifted in her seat as she stared at Eddie scoffing at him as she turned her attention towards the tv.

Before Eddie and Robin could react to it they could hear the clock of the door shutting as their eyes made contact with the entrance of the hallway.

Eddie eye's eyes widened as he shifted in his spot and robin wowed as she traced your body with her eyes.sidney stared at you in spite as she got up from her seat heading to the kitchen.

"So how do I look?" You asked shifting in your shoes dropping Sidney duffle bags on the couch.

"You look" Eddie paused. "Wow. I mean you look good I like it." Eddie replied nervously rubbing the back of his neck, chuckling as Robin smirked at him.

"I think you look hot." Robin said, smiling at you as she turned her head towards Sidney that exited the kitchen with her keys and water bottle in her hand. She makes her way towards Eddie putting her hand out.

"My pay." She said

"Why are you leaving so soon?" Robin asked, rubbing her face in panic.

"I did my part so it's time to go." Sidney replies looking towards you.

"Y/n go get changed." You didn't question as you made your way towards the bathroom. You didn't know why the sudden Change in Sydney you thought was going to help you get the job but I guess not."

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"Hey y/n?" Eddie asked as he saw you putting on your coat as you were heading towards the door with Sidney.

"Uh yes." You turned to Sidney before turning towards Eddie.

"Maybe next week you can come over we're having a party. It's just gonna be me, Robin, Steve and a couple of our other friends." He asked, messing with the back of his bracelet.

You smiled at Eddie jester " yeah I would like that can sidney come with her pretty much my ride." You laughed looking up at your brunette friend.

"Sure, why not let's go." She said, taking your hand as she made her way out the door.

"IT WAS NICE MEETING YOU." Eddie yelled as the door slammed shut.

"Someone got a little crush."

"Shut up robin."

Steve comes out from his room looking up from the uo from his phone looking at his two friends' confused faces.

"What did I miss?"

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Sidney opens the door to her penthouse walking towards the refrigerator taking out a Jamaican me Happy seagram that she regularly drinks to whine down.

"So do I get the job." You asked as you took the bottle from her hand taking a swig of her peach and strawberry flavored drink.

Sidney huffs before answering. She knows you needed a job but she was confixing what to tell you because of the way she felt.

"Yes you have the job."

You jump in enjoyment hugging your Best friend, almost spilling her drink as you grab her face, kiss her cheek, and her forehead in happiness, thanking her for this opportunity.

"Okay okay stop." Sidney giggles, taking your hands off her face.

"Thank you really, you're amazing." Sidney blushed at your compliment.

"You're welcome, my best friend. I'll do anything for you."

You smiled before leaving another kiss on her cheek before getting up from your seat heading to the kitchen to get another drink for you and her.

"By the way. You still wanna go to Eddie's party Saturday or no cause we don't have too."

Sidney really didn't want to. But like she stated she would do anything for you, even if her feelings were getting hurt during the process.

"Fuck it why not." You did your little happy dance in your spot smiling at your best friend. She smiled at your state as her stomach rumbled in jealousy.

Sidney was definitely going to regret saying yes.

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[the-witch-of-one-piece]

Toying with you during sex OP Edition N/SFW

Featuring Law, Ace, Marco, Mihawk and Hongo TW: Sexual Content, Masturbation, Suggestive Language WC: 710 (not edited)

Your toes were curling tightly together as you felt his cock sliding in and out of your slippery warm cunt. His larger body towering over your frame with each thrust your breast bounced. The sound of your wet skin slapping against one another. His hands gripping the back of your thighs pressing them close to your chest. The mess you were making on his cock as he slid inside of you,  pleased his sight. How much of a mess you were each you both were intimate he knew he would make you go a bit crazier with the magic of his finger. These fingers pressing against your overly sensitive clit. “Shiiii~  ahh~” you felt your hips buckle as if you were playing with your clit.

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Law 

The doctor of death fingers was always so skilled and knew how to make you quiver with the simplest touch. Law keeps himself level-headed making sure he doesn’t cum too fast. He could feel you clenching around his cock tighter. Letting out a low growl as he clenched his jaw tightly together. You cried out his name repeatedly. Nothing more appealing than hearing you cry out his name. He didn’t stop messing with your clit as he leaned forward in a deep low voice. “Keep saying my name like that ya, when you make me cum I won’t stop playing with you.”

Ace

The little bit of warmth coming from his fingertips was a completely different sensation to your throbbing clit. The freckle face commander licked his lips as he watched you trying to compose yourself but it was becoming far too hard for you.  You felt a bit embarrassed how you were yelling his name aloud knowing some of the other crew was listening to the little fuck session. Managing to place your hand around your mother as you muffled your moans displeased him. It didn’t take him long to bring your hand down from your lips. “I don’t want you quiet babe, let them  hear, let them know how good I’m fucking you.” 

Marco

Your juices coat his fingers as he continuously stimulates your clit to make you sensitive. Feeling his thick lips latch onto your breast he continued to suck on them leaving his own mark. Your hands gripping the blond's hair. The whimpers pour out of your mouth. The sweet melody to his ears brings his head from your breast. He slowed how his finger motion which seemed to make you way more sensitive than the motion he was doing “I can see you want to cum yoi. Cum for me~~.”

Mihawk

Mihawk's had your hands tied up above your head you couldn’t even touch the man as his fingers worked on your clit. This thumb rubs your clit in a circular motion this drove you crazy.  A bead of sweat trickled from his forehead down his neck. He looked down at your swollen cunt seeing the dripping mess landing on your sheets. Mihawk being the ultra dom he is has to hear how well he is making you feel and he won't settle for a simple answer from you. He needs to hear you cry for it and beg him for more. “Tell me, Mi Amor, how much more can you handle? I don’t think your body withstand what I can fully make your experience with just a simple touch” 

Hongo 

You were never mentally prepared for multiple orgasms when it came to you and Hongo being intimate with one another. Just when one orgasm hit you another one was ready to come shortly after. His hair was messy a few blond strands were sticking to his face. Another Doctor that was good with his hands with a lot of experience throughout the years knew how to get you riled up. Bring his two fingers to his lips, coating them in his saliva, bringing it down to yours once more is rubbing it. Pressing ever so slightly you felt your vision becoming blurry you knew it was approaching once more. The cocky grin on his lips as he proceeds to quicken his finger motion. “You can cum all you want. I promise to take care of the mess you make right after.” 

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[lillylvjy]

Tender is the night (for a broken heart)

A/n// hello! So I’ve been writing this fic for… a long time. But it’s also one of my fav fics I’ve wrote so far, and it means a lot to me. It is long but! It’s cute so, enjoy! Also, if it seems like it’s everywhere, I’m so sorry. I tried to make it as connected and sensible as I could!

Warnings// kissing, some sexual innuendos at the end ig, hurt/comfort, reader being insecure, crying, swearing, panic attack, a lot of fluff at the end, Sarah being a bitch. (Please tell me if I missed anything!)

Edited and 5.5k words!

When you and Wilbur started dating, you thought it was a joke.

Wilbur was the smart and nerdy, yet extremely attractive and well known kid. He was the lead trumpet in the band and a straight A student. He liked to play guitar for small gigs at your local coffee shop, but it was also the same place he worked at on a regular day basis after school.

And you. You were the smart and nerdy kid that no one really knew. You always kept to yourself. You were usually sitting at one of the corner tables at lunch watching the group of girls crowd around Wilbur. You worked at the diner down the street from the café as a waitress. You wrote poetry for fun and put your art in art shows that happened in the city to try and sell them to gain a couple bucks.

To put it simply. You were a nobody. An outcast.

So when Wilbur came over to you at lunch one day, tapping your shoulder to get your attention over the music blasting in your ears, you were shocked.

“Hey! Y/n right?” The boy asked you as you took off your headphones and looked up at him. You took a quick glance over at the group of girls and saw all of them looked confused and jealous he was paying attention to you. The schools nobody.

“Uh.. yeah! Yeah I’m y/n.” You said hesitantly and quiet. “What are you doing over here? Don’t you have other girls to talk to?” You said with a bitter tone.

“Ouch. I can talk to other people you know? What? Don’t want to talk to me?!” He asked as he leant against the wall your table was against and smirked down at you.

You rolled your eyes as you put your pencil down on your notebook. “No Wilbur. I really don’t want to talk to you. I’m busy.” You pointed down to your notebook with a rough sketch of the scene that was in front of you a couple second ago. You had the silhouettes of the students drawn out but got rudely interrupted by Wilbur before you were going to start drawing him.

“Ahh. I see. Is this what you always do at lunch?” He asked as he stole your notebook from the table and flipped through the notebook.

“Wait! Wilbur, stop it! Give it back!”

“What?! Got something bad in here?! Do you draw naked people like Jack from Titanic?! Even worse, do you draw me-“ Wilbur froze as he looked down at your notebook, his face falling slowly into a look of confusion and disbelief.

You quickly grabbed your notebook from Wilbur’s loose grasp and closed it up. You held it to your chest as you closed your eyes and waiting for him to start laughing. But yet, no laughing came.

“Was- Was that me?” He asked in a hushed voice for only you to hear.

“Yeah, so what?” You asked back in a harsh voice.

“I- It’s really good. Like super good. Can I see it again?” He asked you softly as he sat down next to you and held his hand out, head slightly turnt to look at you.

You hesitantly put the notebook in his hand and let him have his fun. As he opened the notebook and flipped through, you watched his face. His face was always perfect somehow. Not just because it was symmetrical! But, because it was always so loose. He had very few wrinkles and he had a little crease it his forehead from when he smiled. He looked peaceful and beautiful. Regardless if he did have any or not, he would always be perfect to you. Always.

“I like this one.” He snaps you out if your thoughts as he points to the page he’s on. One of your favorites as well. It was a portrait of him, but it was his side profile while laughing. He continued flipping until he got to the one he landed on. That one was a drawing of him playing the guitar in a flower field. Something you kind of just.. came up with. But it was by far the one you admired and cherished the most. “Now this. This is incredible. How did you draw this?” He asked looking up at you.

“Oh! Um.. I just kind of imagined a place you would possibly play at and came up with this. It took a while but, it was worth it.” You tell him as you trace over the likes of rough pencil markings and dark shaded areas, admiring the piece. While you did that, Wilbur never took his eyes off you. He watched how your eyes filled with happiness and nostalgia from when drawing this. Filled with relief and longing. He watched your lips twitch as you held back a smile. God how much he would love to see you smile. “But it’s nothing important. Just a silly little sketch.” You concluded as you grabbed the notebook and put it into your bag as the bell rang.

“Do you put any of your art in the art show they do up in the city? Because if you do, you should definitely put that one in there.” Wilbur says as he gets up with you and slings his backpack on his back.

“I do. But I don’t know if I want to put that one. I like it too much.” You gave him a small smile as you looked up at him.

Wilbur smiled back down at you. “Do you have another class for the rest of the day?”

“Um… no actually. Why?” You asked him as you both started to walk out of the school.

“Would you maybe want to go get coffee and maybe go to that flower field so I can play you some music? And so you can draw my handsome self again, obviously.” Wilbur cockily added the last part.

“Hmm. Only if I pay. It’s the least I could do since you’re letting me get a free show and a drawing session in one day.” You offered him.

“Deal. But this is the only time you will be paying. Also I’m driving.” Wilbur says as he stops in front of his car. It was an old, rusty, beat up red truck. But it fit him so well. Like it was made for him.

“Oh? So you’re saying there’ll be another time?” You jokingly questioned him.

“Only if you want it darling.” Wilbur told you as he opened the door for you as you gave him your bag. Wilbur quickly put the bags in the back and ran to the drivers side. He put his phone on the aux and put on a random playlist.

“We’ll see how today goes pretty boy. And maybe there will be another time.” You said as you rolled down your window and let the fall breeze into the car. Wilbur did the same with his and chuckled at the nickname. You looked at him from your seat and smiled brightly at him as he looked at you.

“Well then. I’ll try my best to make it the best time you have ever had.” Wilbur says as he backs out of the parking lot and to the coffee shop.

After that day, you and Wilbur grew closer. You continued to hang out as friends. And eventually those feelings turned into more for the both of you, and the hangouts became dates. And by the end of your junior year, you and Wilbur were dating. Everyone always told you how good you and Wilbur were together. And you thought that too. You loved him. A lot. Yes you had worries but, those quickly subsided when he was around.

You and Wilbur graduated high school with the both of you getting voted best couple of the year in your year book. Wilbur went to college for a couple years but soon dropped out to pursue music. He made a band and quickly started to make music and publish it, which was going extremely well. You, on the other hand, went to college and finished. Going to classes for drawing and painting, to improve your skills, and majoring in fine arts and digital arts. You continued to sell and show your art off at shows and art museums when they offered. You also got a job at a school teaching art and teaching kids that art can help express things and tell stories.

You loved that Will followed his heart and pursued music. You loved watching him just play small snippets of the things him and the guys were working on for you. Loved being apart of the writing process, as well as the designing process. You loved seeing him so happy and excited with his music.

You both lived together in an apartment in downtown Brighton and you were both happy!

Well. At least you were. You didn’t know about how Wilbur felt after finding those text.

Wilbur and you were both lying on the couch, watching a movie. Well. You were at least. Wilbur fell asleep half way through the movie with his arm holding your waist, pulling you close to him. The other hand that was tracing your arms was now in yours as you played with his fingers, listening to his soft snores and his little whispers from his dreams. He looked so peaceful.

Your thoughts got interrupted by the sound of Wilbur’s phone buzzing on the coffee table. Thank god it was on silent or he could’ve woken up immediately knowing him. You took the phone and pressed the ‘shut off’ button to turn of the buzzing.

Once you were settled into Wilbur again. The buzzing started up again. You groaned as you moved and turned the buzzing off again. That had to be it.

A couple minutes later his phone started to buzz again, but short, little buzzes from text messages.

Now you were curious.

Who needed his attention this badly, besides you of course.

You slowly reached over to grab Wilbur’s phone and turned it on to show his lock screen.

The lock screen was a picture of you and Wilbur, sitting on the couch that was in the studio. You sitting on Will’s lap with his guitar in your own lap. Wilbur’s hand fingering the chords, as you strum whatever song you guys were playing. Wilbur’s free hand on your thigh as you both looked at each other with goofy smiles. You remember that day like it was yesterday. The day Wilbur told you he loved you.

When you finally snapped out of your thoughts, you looked down at the messages that continued to come through. You grimaced as you swiped up into his phone to reveal the numbers asking for the password. You hated going on or even through his phone. You didn’t want to be considered that girlfriend. You weren’t the jealous type and it wasn’t like you didn’t trust him, because you did! But. His phone never went off like this unless it was you wanting his attention or his band mates trying to get him to wake up on Saturday mornings for practice.

You typed in Wilbur’s password for his phone, which was your birthday. He said it was “more romantic than a stupid little password that didn’t mean anything to him.” Which you didn’t argue with. As you finally got into his phone, you took a deep breathe and went into messages.

But the name you saw didn’t seem real.

Sarah. A girl throughout high-school you were always jealous of. She was the cheer captain her senior year and she was always on varsity cheer throughout the years. She was the definition of perfect to you. She was beautiful, nice and extremely smart. She was one of those popular girls who was always super nice to people… well like you. The quote-on-quote “weirdos”. Even when she was friends with absolute assholes, it felt nice to be noticed by her. Now, junior year, it was rumored that her and Wilbur liked each other. I mean, they always talked to each other, sat by each other, and you could tell by the way Wilbur looked at her that something was going on. That’s one major reason of why you were jealous of her. But, the rumors were quickly shut down when Brett, the quarterback, asked her to the homecoming after the big game against their rivals. She obviously said yes and that was the end of the story. Sarah and Brett started dating and Wilbur was, you could say, forgotten by her. But you could tell Wilbur still had feelings for her after that night at the football game.

“Why is she texting him?” You thought out loud. You heard Will groan and shift slightly after you said that. You froze and looked at him until you heard his snores start back up, that’s when you relaxed. You looked down at the text.

‘Hey Wilbur!’

‘Are we still getting coffee this afternoon?’

‘Text me back when you can!’

When you say your heart stopped, you meant it. Coffee? With her? With the person he knows makes you insecure about everything? He said he had a get together with his friends tonight. What the fuck is going on?!

You scrolled up and saw the text messages they had earlier. Nothing screamed ‘cheating!’, you know Wilbur wouldn’t do that. But some whispered, ‘watch out for her.’

As you heard Wilbur groan and begin to wake up, you quickly put his phone on the table and smiled up at him.

‘Act normal. Talk about it later.’

“Hey sleepy head.” You put on a small smile as you ran your hands through his hair. He looked… perfect.

“Hey. Have you been awake this whole time?” He asked in a scratchy deep voice. He looked at you as you scratched his scalp and smiled.

“Eh. I woke up about 10 minutes ago.” You said while pecking his chin. He laughed and cupped your face in his hands as he pulled you up to be face to face with him. “What’s up?”

He smiled and looked at you for a couple seconds. “You, my love, are so beautiful.” He leant up and kissed you. Slow and passionate.

The kiss lasted shorter than you both would’ve liked but Wilburs phone started buzzing again. He groaned as he reached for the little device and grimaced as he looked at it. “Sorry love. I have to go. James is calling me.” Wilbur said as he got up from underneath you and put his shoes back on. “I’ll bring back some food for you ok?” He asked you as he pecked your lips one last time.

“Mhm. Just don’t get the wrong thing this time.” You teased him.

“That was one time! And I promise I won’t.” He said back to you as he kisses your forehead and grabbed his wallet and phone.

“I love you. Have fun.” You said as he opened the front door.

“I love you too darling.” He smiled at you as he closed the door.

You quickly frowned as thoughts started to crowed your mind.

‘When he comes home, I’ll ask him about it.’

Well. That was two days ago. And you still haven’t talked to him about it. It’s not like you haven’t had time or you haven’t seen him! You two are basically stuck to the hip when you can be. But. You just couldn’t bring yourself to do it. Afraid that maybe it was true. Maybe Wilbur never loved you and kept in touch with Sarah secretly this whole time and waited until she was either single or loved him again.

No. Your head was just playing tricks on you right? He wouldn’t do that! He’s a good guy. And he loves you. Right?

Wilbur came home from filming a video with Tommy and the rest of the boys. Once he came into the house and greeted you, you sat him down on the couch with you and sighed.

“We need to talk Will. And it’s nothing bad, maybe.” You said, anxiety filling your body as you looked down at your hands in your lap and started picking at them.

“Love what’s up? Talk to me.” Wilbur whispered to you as he grabbed your hands and kissed them.

You looked at him and sigh. “Do you love me? Like… truly. Do you love me?” You asked, slow and drawn out. your voice quiet and breathy, almost like you didn’t want to be saying those words and you didn’t want the reply to them.

The moment those words fell from your mouth, Wilbur’s face fell. He felt… sad? Angry? Confused? Why did you ask him that? Didn’t you know you were all he can think about half the time? Of course he loves you! “Love. Why are you asking that?” Wilbur asked in confusion and disbelief you would even ask that.

“No. Wil. I need you to answer the question. Do you love me or not?” You said, your voice raising slightly as you let go of his hands and got up from the couch.

“I- what brought this up y/n? I just want to know what I did to make you think this-“

“I saw the text. I saw what you both were doing that night. You fucking lied to me Wil! How long has this been going on? How long have you been seeing her?!” You raised your voice as you spoke. You couldn’t control your emotions. You weren’t angry per-say. You were more upset and disappointed. If this was true, you were done.

“What text?! What are you talking about?” Wilbur said as he scrunched his face up and looked at you like you were crazy.

“Oh don’t fucking try that on me. You know exactly what I’m talking about! You and Sarah have been secretly seeing each other this whole time, right? All the times you went out with the “guys”. It was with her. Right?!” You yelled at him, your voice cracking as you held back sobs.

Wilbur just looked at you with the most heartbreaking look ever. You saw the text? He got rid of those! He wasn’t even worried about the text at the moment though. He was upset and angry you thought that about him. Thought that he would do that. But disappointed at himself for not getting rid of her number and just telling you about what happened. “Y/n-“

“Please tell me this is fake. Please tell me what I’m feeling is just my mind playing games on me!” You sobbed as your ran your hands through your hair. “Please, Wilbur. I- I love you so much. Please. Please don’t leave me.” You whimpered as you choked back sobs as you looked at him through blurry eyes. Wilbur hurriedly got up and walked over to you. He wrapped his arms around your shoulders and brought your head to his chest and held it there as you sobbed. You wrapped your arms around his torso and scrunched his sweater up in your hands and squeezed.

Your thoughts persisted as you sobbed into his sweater. ‘He doesn’t love you. He never did!’ ‘He was using you the whole time to get over her.’

It didn’t feel real.

“Please- Wilbur please-“ You gasped out through sobs as you grabbed your chest, trying to get air into your lungs.

“Hey, hey. Look at me, ok? Focus on me.” He said in the softest voice you have ever heard as he gently cupped your face. “Deep breathes. In and out, ok? Do it with me. In-“ Wilbur inhaled as you grabbed into his forearms and followed him. Once he saw you take in as much air as you could, he exhaled. “And out. Good girl. Yeah. And just keep doing that with me ok?” You nodded as Wilbur helped you get a steadier breathe.

Once you nodded at him to tell him you were alright, he brought his forehead down to your own and sighed. “Can I- Can I please explain, all of this?” He asked you as he leaned back to look at you. You nodded, afraid if you spoke you would start crying again.

Wilbur sighed and gently brought you to the couch. He grabbed your hands and held them in his own as he kissed them gently. “Darling. I love you so much. So goddamn much. And I didn’t mean to hurt you.” Wilbur started but quickly stopped as he got choked up. He was scared to be honest. Scared you would leave him either way. Scared that once he explained the whole situation, you would still be upset about all of it. He couldn’t lose you. He wouldn’t be able to bear it. Not having you there with him. Not having your stupid jokes and your silly faces when he wakes up in the mornings. Not having anyone to come home too. Not having you to share music with.

He didn’t like the thought of you not being in his life anymore.

Wilbur looked up to see you looking at him with a sad lopsided smile and waiting patiently for him to continue as you rubbed his knuckles. “I-“ He took a few breathe before continuing. “I saw her at the coffee shop a couple weeks ago. And I hadn’t seen her since high school so I just went up to say hi and ask how she was doing.” Wilbur took a deep breathe before continuing the story. “She said that her and Brett broke up and she was home for the holiday. I had to leave, so I gave her my number, just to catch up her! Nothing else. And she texted me later that day if I wanted to get lunch and catch up in person. And me being the person I am said yes. And then during lunch I-“ Wilbur cleared his throat as he got chocked up once again. “I knew she was trying to flirt with me. She kept touching my hand and making unnecessary comments about me and just- it didn’t seem right. So I started talking about you and she got annoyed. That’s when I finally realized she didn’t want to catch up, more like she wanted to see if I was available. Which I made it super clear that I wasn’t! I mean. I thought I did. I thought I blocked her number, truly. I didn’t think she would keep pestering me about seeing her after talking about you. Y/n-“ Wilbur got cut off by his own sob. All you did was bring him into your chest while crying with him. “I’m s-so sorry. I didn’t mean to h-hurt you. I didn’t mean for you to think like that. I should’ve never said a-anything to her. I’m so sorry.” Wilbur sobbed out into your chest as he held you close to him like a lifeline. Like you would leave any moment.

You buried your face into the messy mop of hair on top of his head. You just sat there, holding him and crying with him, whispering to him that you loved him and it wasn’t his fault. He didn’t know this was going to happen. He didn’t plan for this to happen. It wasn’t his fault.

As you both settled down and your breathing was back to a regular rhythm, you lifted his head in your hands and wiped his tear stained cheeks and gave him a weak smile. “Wil. It’s not your fault. You were just being the nice person you always are, and I love you for that. And I’m not mad at you or anything. I’m just, kind of mad at myself and confused about everything. Mad at myself for letting myself get upset over this without letting you talk. Letting myself get insecure about our relationship and your feelings about me because of her. But also knowing your history with her, it kinda made my brain go into thoughts I didn’t like.” You let out a shaky sigh as you tried to blink away your tears. “But I’m also conf-“ you cleared your throat before continuing. “I’m just also confused on where you went that night and all those nights that you just left in a hurry or just left while smiling at your phone. It doesn’t make sense Wil.” Your voice cracked as you ended your sentence, putting your head down to look at your lap as your bottom lip quivered and you took deep breathes to stop yourself from crying.

Wilbur frowned at you as he sat up and took your hands in his again. “Love. You had all the right to be upset. I should’ve have told you I saw her, I should have told you about the lunch, I should’ve have told you about everything. And I’m so sorry you felt that way love. You shouldn’t have to be insecure about yourself or this relationship. I love you. And only you. You are perfect. And I only want you. Not her. Not anyone else. Just you.” Wilbur sniffed as he lifted your chin up so you were looking at him. “There’s my perfect darling.” Wilbur smiled at you as he cupped your face and rubbed your cheeks. You sent him a weak smile back as you leant into his hand. “And if you’re wondering what I’ve been doing all of those nights. I’ve been with the Phil, Tommy, Jack, James, practically everyone. Every night. Not with her. And I had a plan, but I cant wait any longer so-“ Wilbur cut himself off as he went to his coat on the rack and went through his pockets. He held the mystery thing in his balled up fist and came back over to you.

Wilbur knelt down on one knee in front of you as he looked at you with a small smile. You just sat on the couch with a confused yet shocked face. “Wil-“

“Y/n. Ever since that one little interaction in the cafeteria in junior year, I’ve been utterly in love with you. From your art to the way you laugh and talk about the things you love for hours on end. You have become home. And I never really believed in that stuff, about how a person could become home to you. But now I do. I have found that one person i want to spend every moment with until I die. And the only person that will put up with my bullshit.” You laughed at that as you sniffed and held back tears. “And that is you, darling. Always and only you. Now-“ Wilbur sniffed and smiled as he looked at you and opened the small black box. Inside, a silver ring with a small yet beautiful diamond, which you knew was fake, on the top. You admired the ring as he took it out of its resting place and held it up to you. “I know it’s not much but, it’s something. Y/n L/n, will you make me the happiest man to ever exist and marry me?” Wilbur asked you, his hand slightly shaking as he awaited your answer.

You laughed a little as you yet again held back tears and nodded. “Of course I’ll marry you William. Oh my god.” You say in shock as Wilbur put on the ring and cupped your face. He pecked your lips softly and rested his forehead on yours as he laughed.

“Thank fuck. I was scared you were gonna say no.” Wilbur sighed out as you smiled up at him.

“I would never. I love you too much. That is unless you did do something bad-“

“I swear I didn’t!”

“I know, I know! What made you decide to do… that… now?” You asked him as he sat on the couch and pulled you into his lap.

“Well, knowing you had those thoughts and knowing how impatient I am to just make you mine forever, fuck the plan. Sorry Phil but, I needed you to know that you are my forever. My one and only. My sugar plum. My little soft cute baby-“

“Ok now you’re pushing it.” You deadpanned at him as your crossed your arms and tried not to laugh at Wilbur’s pout.

“Fine. I just won’t call you anything. I won’t even call you my fiancé!” Wilbur whined out as he looked away from you.

Hearing him say that word. Fiancé. Brought a whole other world into you. A whole other part of your life you get to experience, with him.

“Nooooo! No please! I’m sorry! Call me what you like!! See what I did there- please I’m sorry!” You whined out as you kissed all over his face, not a spot left untouched by your lips.

Wilbur laughed at the song reference as you continued to kiss his face. He placed his hands on your waist and squeezed. “Ok! Ok, fine. I will call you whatever I like. And I won’t stop calling you my fiancé. Well- not until we’re married. Because then I get to call you my wife. Oh! I get to call you my wife then! Can we just get married now?! Please-“

Wil! Wil! Calm down dear. We’ll get married when we can afford it. And plus I want our family and friends there. But for now-“ You ran your hands through his hair and rubbed his head as his eyes fluttered shut. “You can call me your fiancé or any other nickname you want.” You smiled at him as he looked at you. Wilbur leaned in and softly connected your lips together. The kiss wasn’t quick or rough. It was like Wilbur was summoning all of his love for you into one kiss. The kiss was soft, slow, and love-filled.

It was perfect.

Once you both needed air, Wilbur pulled away and panted softly as he smiled widely at you. “I love you. And I’m sorry for what happened and not telling you anything. I promise to tell you everything for now on, like i should’ve been doing.” Wilbur sighed and rubbed your waist lightly. “I love you.”

“And I love you. So much.” You smiled at him as you leaned in and kissed him again, but quickly pulling back before the kiss could go anywhere. “And what do you mean ‘like you should’ve been doing’?? I swear to god if you did something el-“

“Hey. None of it is bad. Maybe somethings I did with Tommy or the band that we kept secret, but nothing bad. Now shut up and kiss me.” Wilbur quickly reassured you as he pulled you back into him and kissed you again.

But you being the person you are, needed more answers. “No no no! Did- Did you and Tommy break the TV that one ti-“

“Darling. Love. Baby. Stop talking more kissing, ok? I want to show my fiancé how much I love them.” Wilbur quickly mumbled out as he started to kiss you again.

“Yeah but you have some explaining to do.” You mumbled out in between kisses.

“That depends if you even remember it after we’re done.” Wilbur says as he flips you over, so your back meets the couch, as he hovers over your frame.

“Oh, I will. But you can try to make me forget pretty boy.”

“Oh I certainly will.” Wilbur smirked as he leant down and pressed an intoxicating kiss onto your lips.

You were gonna have to try really hard to remember.

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#lilly writes #wilbur soot #wilbur soot x reader #wilbur soot imagine #wilbur mcyt #wilbur x reader #dsmp wilbur #mcyt x reader #dsmp x reader #x reader

[cultherent]

An Accidental Email [Ch.1]

Description:

An AU where you and Bakugo work together at a film/media company. You both always butt heads and Bakugo is usually the one who starts with. Getting home from work, you check your phone that was on 'do not disturb' to find a whole bunch of emails from Bakugo. He stayed behind at work to get close to completing the video and was keeping you up to date. Looking through the emails, you checked the emails briefly to find something out of place. You found an accidental email with a video of Bakugo getting dominated by a dominatrix. With this intel, you had a plan to make Bakugo act nicer towards you.

Pairing: sub!Bakugou Katsuki x femdom!reader.

𝕄𝕒𝕤𝕥𝕖𝕣𝕝𝕚𝕤𝕥

Chapter 1:

Monday:

“Tell me how badly you want me inside you, Katsuki. Tell me how much you want me.”

“Please, Y/N, please fuck me. I want you so bad. I want you inside me.” As those words exited his lips, you pressed yourself inside of him, your strap pressing on his prostate. He clenched your bedsheet as he yelped, “Fuck, Y/N. Just like that.”

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*BEEP*BEEP*

Rustling out of bed, you groaned, “Do I really have to go to work today.” With that thought lingering in your mind, you checked your phone to see the agenda of today. “Fuck me…” You had work with Bakugo Katsuki all day today. You guys were somewhat of enemies when it came to your relationships. At some points, you were able to share a laugh with him, but that wouldn’t be before 3 arguments or side eyes. 

Walking to your kitchen, you started to make some tea for yourself. You liked tea more than caffeine, you used to have an addiction before. With a proper rest, you found out you were fine without it.

You walked to the bathroom and started to do your morning routine, before going back to the kitchen to have some breakfast. Eating some waffles, you took sips of your honey tea. Waltzing back to your bedroom, you threw on your uniform, grabbed your bag, and left your apartment. Of course, locking it before walking away. 

The ride over was fast and you arrived 10 minutes before work started. Sitting at your desk and turning on your computer, you looked at the more in-depth agenda for today. You and Bakugo were working together to film some commercials and then edit it. You rolled your eyes and sighed as you plugged in your laptop to the monitor in front of you.

“Y/N, you’re here early,” you heard a familiar voice exclaim. Looking in their direction, it was Todoroki. “Oh, hey. The bus was running a lot smoother today. How about you?”

“I was able to maneuver around the traffic,” he sat at the empty desk beside you. “How are you feeling?”

You scrunch your nose, showing your displeasure. Todoroki raised an eyebrow. “I’m working with Katsuki all day.”

“Ahh,” Todo exhaled, patting you on the shoulder. “You’ll get through it, I promise.” You both smiled and he sat at the desk in front of you. 

Everyone started flowing into the office and you watched as Bakugo sat grumpily right beside you. You glanced at him, your face still facing his monitor. His brows were furrowed, his posture already hunched over, this was going to be a long day…

.   .   .

“You’re not doing this right, bird brain. It’s not that fuckin’ hard,” Bakugo’s fingers pinched the skin between his eyes. You huffed, “I’ve told you countless times to not call me bird brain, shithead.” You rolled your eyes and continued fixing the scene you had to film. “More to the left,” he ordered. Staring at him, he stood behind the camera. Taking a breath in and out, you moved the object as he told you. This continued two more times and on the third, you threw the item to the left. 

“Left enough?” You smiled, somewhat sadistically and walked towards him. “How about you fix it.” You rolled your eyes for the thousandth time today and made him move to fix the scene. 

“You’re so annoying,” he grumbled, picking the item up from the floor and placing it exactly where he wanted it. 

“You just don’t know how to communicate. You literally can’t work with anyone and I’m always the one to deal with you.”

“I’m good to work with. It’s just you. You’re always the problem.”

“Me? Really?” You chuckled as you pressed record, “You’re a piece of shit. I work amazingly with anyone else if it’s not you.”

The scene played out accordingly, the both of your faces side by side as you watched from the little camera screen. “It looks perfect,” you smiled. “You may be an asshole, but we produce the best work.”

“Whatever, it could be better.”

“Yeah, the soda is placed a little too far. Want to do it again or start editing some of it?”

“Let’s just start editing. I’m super exhausted since I had to do your job.” Right when it was good, no conflict to be had, he had to start something. 

“You were the one that messed up the soda-” The blond walked away, not hearing any of your rebuttal. “What’s the point of walking away when you sit RIGHT NEXT to me!?”

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It was 20 minutes after work ended. You and Bakugo were furiously editing the videos, trying your best to get home as early as you could. After a half an hour, you completed the rest of your work leaving Bakugo to finish it all alone. Sticking your tongue out, you stuck up your middle finger, teasing him before you left. His eyes narrowed, steam exhaling from his nose. You won today.

As you laid in your bed, you scrolled through movie options you’d like to watch. Not finding anything in particular, you opened your phone to look up something to watch. Before you could, you saw all the emails that bombarded your notification wall. You would always put your phone on ‘do not disturb’ after getting out of work, since you're not getting paid, you’ll answer them when you are, tomorrow morning.

You checked what the emails were about, Bakugo sent you dozens of files. He would do this all the time, split up things so you had to put them back together. You checked to see if you received everything, but the last email you got made your eyes widen.

“What the fuck is this!?” You gasped as you opened a file that was supposed to be a video of the small commercial you were filming. Instead, it was of Bakugo being tied up and dommed by a dominatrix in a latex dress. Your hand instantly went to your mouth. You were more than gobsmacked to see your work enemy being put in a predicament like this.

Staring at this video for more than a minute, your curiosity started to jog laps around your mind. You played the video over again, analyzing every second of it. You listened to Bakugo whine as he begged the woman to put her strap in him. You watched as she tied him up, Shibari, and the marks left behind when she took it off of him.

Never in a million years would you think Bakugo was submissive. He seemed so headstrong, so dominant, always wanting his way at work. For a second, you understood, he probably wanted to relinquish control. The job you guys had is very demanding. 

An idea lit up in your mind. Because you were fed up with his attitude, you’d use this against him. You’d blackmail him into being nice to you. Pacing around the room, you consciously couldn’t help but question if this was right. Maybe you should just forget about it existing or let him know, but be respectful. However, there were some parts of you that thought this would be fun and you were getting tired by the way he was treating you. 

You decided to stick with your devious plan and tell him tomorrow, you were so ready for where this would lead.

#sub mha #bnha #bnha smut #bakugou katsuki #katsuki bakugo #bakugou katuski x reader #bakugou x reader #katsuki x reader #katsuki bakugo x reader #sub bakugou #sub bakugo #sub!bakugou #sub!bakugo #katsuki bakugou smut #katsuki smut #bakugou smut #dom reader #bhna au #bakugou x y/n

[necroangelz]

if i make it through tonight, everybody's gonna hear me out !!

day 4 of @ebiuxxxx's event

“ a character / song you dislike / hate. ”

HORROPEDIA EDIT! yeah full offense i hate his ass. idc what y'all say or think my mind can't be changed.

FORGOT THE CREDIT FOR THE FRAMES SORRY

rambling (my defense as to why i HATE THIS BITCH) + extra under the cut. like/rb appreciated!

NOW PLAYING: Touch-Tone Telephone by Lemon Demon !!

he only gets one edit because i hate him and I'm also very lazy. ok so why do i hate horropedia? well he reminds me of my ex, idk what's up with my ex nowadays but i know back in the day they would've gotten SO obsessed with horropedia because he's their type. he also reminds me of their fuckass goofy ahh oc. and since i already have a big reason to dislike horropedia, that makes everything else about him annoying.

like omg stfu stop yapping about shit like you're not even funny bro 💀💀

HE HAS NO BITCHES

ok here's the edit without any filter. that's it that's the extra

but anyway yeah FUCK HORROPEDIA LOSER!!!! NERD NERD NERD!!!!!!

oh yeah i think he already had less appeal to me because he's a man and i only like very very specific types of men, and he does NOT FIT MY CRITERIA!!!!!!!!!!

ik i put touch tone telephone there, it doesn't mean i hate it, i like the song a lot but i skip it sometimes bc I've overplayed it lmao. i just got lazy and linked the first very popular song i could think of that would fit loserpedia

#👁️‍🗨️﹕ from the archives 𝜗𝜚 ︵ #reverse 1999 #horropedia #r1999 #re1999 #reverse: 1999 #horropedia reverse 1999 #reverse 1999 icons #edits #edit #graphics #rentry resources #rentry inspo #rentry graphics #rentry edits #Spotify

[jakekiszkasleftnutsack]

Mile High Club

Danny Wagner x f!reader

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Summary: What are the chances you run into your favorite band at the airport when heading home after one of their concerts? Low. What are the chances the tall, dark, and gorgeous drummer seems interested in you? Slim to none.  

Warnings: 18+ GRAPHIC SEXUAL CONTENT, secondhand embarrassment, unprotected sex, teasing, light degradation/name-calling, breath play, impact play for like a second, let me know if I missed any we are not being thorough today.

W/c: 4.7k

A/n: I don’t really do the christmas thing but here’s a little something to hold y’all over while I work on some requests and bigger things. Special thanks to my girl @whereisthemusic for the crumbs! ily

Edited by @garbagevanfleet​ 

Theme Song: Kiss Me You Animal - Burn The Ballroom

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Airports can be very liminal spaces sometimes. In less traveled cities the terminal has a certain eerie quality about it, like an abandoned industrial town but slightly more comforting because it smells like warm cinnamon rolls. You’ve been in enough of them that you’ve come to somewhat enjoy existing in that atmosphere and watching people go about their lives. Granted, it’s usually a lot more fun traveling toward your destination than away from it. 

In your case, it’s one of the less exciting times to be sitting at an airport bar, clad in your new concert merch. Your post-concert slump is hitting harder than it ever has before, as to be expected after seeing your favorite band perform for the first time. You had scored a spot at the barricade, they performed all your favorite songs, and you touched the hands of Josh Kiszka himself. Yet, despite all this, you’re sad to be at the tail end of that wonderful fever dream and returning to the real world.  

Nursing the cocktail you ordered for yourself, you pull out your phone and review the few videos you took the night before, hoping to beat the emptiness you feel with a little bit of joy. 

“Three beers and a tequila soda, please.” A very familiar voice catches your attention from a few empty barstools down. 

There’s something eerie about hearing the voices that fill your dreams in real life, so eerie that when you turn your head and spot Sam Kiszka leaning against the bar by his forearms mere feet away, you feel like you’ve seen a ghost. Your whole body goes rigid but your cheeks flush. All at once, you’re exhilarated but terrified, bashful yet determined to somehow make contact. For fear of letting the moment pass you by, you let slip the first word that manages to reach your lips. 

“Samuel,” you mutter, mortified to be existing in his vicinity. 

Lazily, his head pivots until he finds the source of his name. He looks slightly thrown by the odd greeting but he’s probably very used to the dumbfounded look plastered on your face, so he smiles a beautiful toothy grin back at you.

“Hi! Love the shirt.” He smiles with one side of his mouth. 

“Thanks! Love the music.” You silently cringe when you remember that you’re wearing the Dreams In Gold tour shirt you recently bought. 

“Ahh, touché! What’s your name?” He props himself up on one elbow as he turns to face you, crossing one foot over the other in the process. 

“I’m y/n, It’s really nice to meet you after such an awesome show.”

“Yeah, it was a good one, wasn’t it? I’m glad you enjoyed it!” He smirks proudly at the compliment. 

“Enjoyed it? It was magical, I was mesmerized!”

“We’re mesmerizing now, eh?” Josh quips, out of nowhere. The curly haired piece of ass settles into the barstool on your opposite side and reaches past you to snag the freshly prepared cocktail Sam ordered for him. “Haven’t heard that one before but I have to agree. Just look at that handsome man, so entrancing.” He gestures to your still unlocked phone that you forgot was zoomed in on a paused, lewd looking video you took of him performing Age of Machine the night before. 

All the air leaves your lungs when you notice your mistake and you quickly reach to flip the phone over, but Josh is quicker and snatches it off the bar top first. He holds it up next to his face, displaying it for Sam like a trophy while he parts his lips and rolls his eyes to the back of his head, attempting to make a similar face to the one on the screen. “It’s uncanny.”

“You’ll have to forgive my brother, he seems to have forgotten his manners,” Sam addresses you, then turns to Josh to speak in a patronizing tone. “Josh, this is y/n.”

“What?! It’s a good photo,” Josh giggles like he’s a master of comedy, but you feel like you could curl in on yourself and disappear.  

“Josh is all too proud of his talent for making sex faces.” Sam cockily makes fun of his brother as you anxiously try to grab your phone back from Josh.  

“Sorry, y/n.” He dangles it in the air, briefly lifting it out of your reach before holding it out for you to take, all the while smiling proudly. 

“Whatever you call it, nobody’s immune.” You shrug your shoulders in favor of Josh’s argument, hopefully deflecting the spotlight away from yourself. Unsurprisingly, he accepts the flattery and wraps one arm around you, squeezing you into a goofy side hug. 

“Ahh, see?! She knows what she’s talking about!” 

Sam chokes out a few beginnings of words but all of them fail to make a valuable point in protest. “Wha- No! You’ve just claimed another victim!” 

You’re about to jab back when Danny’s tall dark figure materializes over your shoulder between you and Sam.

“Well, hello. Are these delinquents bothering you?” He smiles down at you as he grabs the remaining lone beer from the bar. 

“Yeah actually, could you take care of them for me?” 

Danny laughs, but the other two boys launch into a tirade of various “hey now” and “wait a minute”’s.

“Not really, I was just telling them how much I enjoyed your concert last night. I’m y/n, by the way.”

He holds out his cup for you to cheers, so you tap the side of your cup against his. “Very good to meet you, y/n. Nice t-shirt.”

You roll your eyes as you take a rather large gulp of your cocktail but ultimately smile at his compliment as he takes a sip of his own drink, and watches your expression shift. He’s only being kind, he doesn’t need to know how mortified you are. 

“Thanks, I couldn’t resist. I wanted the poster too but I guess there weren’t enough, they were all gone by the time I got there.” 

“Yeah, we heard that’s been happening a lot, apparently.” He purses his lips and looks off into the distance somewhere, potentially in contemplation. “Well, that simply won’t do.” 

Danny turns you to face him head-on by grabbing the back of your barstool and turning you away from Josh and Sam. While you’re watching him, completely dumbfounded, he slings his backpack around his shoulder to bring it in front of him. He rummages around inside of it for a moment and produces one drumstick, twirling it between his fingers effortlessly before holding it out to you. 

“Oh my god. Are you serious?” You try to keep your hands from shaking when you take it from him, but to no avail. 

“Oh my god, the Holy Grail!” Sam chimes in, lightly mocking your astonished tone, causing Josh to make a painfully sad attempt at stifling his laughter. You and Danny side eye his friends together but shake off his teasing rather easily. 

“Ignore them, they get weird when they’re tired.” He rolls his eyes, offering a sweet apologetic smile for the rowdy bunch. 

“Are you sure I can have this?” Apprehension litters your voice. 

“Consider it a gift.” Shrugging his shoulders, he lets one hand land on the back of your barstool. His arm is actively blocking you from the rest of the airport and locking you in, figuratively. He’s also giving you an excellent view of his beautifully sculpted bicep.

You turn it over in your fingers, inspecting the various notches along its body suggesting it’s been lightly used. All the cracks and divots add so much character to the imagined worth of your gift. This drumstick is quite literally about to become your most prized possession. 

“Thank you, Danny. This is so kind of you.” 

“You’ll have to come to another show so we can get you a matching set.” You can hear the edge in his voice, leading you to suspect that it wasn’t a suggestion. 

“Is that a promise?”

Before Danny can answer, your attention is captured by a short brunette woman making her way over to the five of you out of the corner of your eye, furiously tapping at the phone in her hand. She smiles politely at you purely as a formality, since she clearly has more pressing matters at hand. A few yards behind her you spot Jake walking with a small posse away from the bar and down toward the terminal. “So sorry to interrupt, but our flight’s boarding soon. We gotta go.” 

“Of course, I don’t want to hold you up. I should probably go find my gate anyway.” You return her smile then turn back to the boys, who are moving with absolutely no sense of urgency.

With a clearing of her throat and a jerk of her head in the direction of the terminal, each of them begins to descend from their barstools. Josh downs the rest of his tequila soda, and they all take a moment to say goodbye to you. They thank you sincerely for coming to the concert and showing your support for the band, followed by a round of warm hugs. You try to milk each one for as long as possible without seeming too obvious, especially the last one, which happens to be Daniel.

“Thank you again for the drumstick, I’ll cherish it forever.”

“You’d better be sleeping with it every night.” He punctuates the last word with a wink.

Um- Daniel? What was that?

“Of course, what else would I do with it?” You two share a laugh while standing in extremely close proximity, only halfway pulled away from the hug so that you’re still holding each other by the arms. 

“I wish we could chat more, it was really nice to meet you, y/n.” 

“Likewise. But you’ve got a flight to catch.”

Based on the way he’s looking into your eyes, you know you’ll be screaming into your pillow long into the night once you’ve made it home. You’re sure you’re probably blushing, but you do your best not to think about it for fear of saying or doing something stupid. Because, let’s face it, you have no idea what you’re doing and have been walking on eggshells for the entire conversation.

Danny gives your arms a light squeeze before letting you go entirely and picking up his backpack from the floor. He walks backward for a moment as he takes his leave, allowing you both one final wave goodbye before he jogs to catch up with the rest of the group. 

What the actual fuck just happened?

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As you’re scanning the signs for your designated gate, your much-too-large suitcase in tow, a foreign hand lands on the small of your lower back.

“Are you following me now?” The voice is one you recognize, but its speaker is so close to your ear that it startles you right out of your skin.

“Holy shit, Daniel Wagner, you scared the living fuck out of me!” You smack him dead in the center of his chest with the back of your hand in retaliation as your heartbeat makes its way to a normal pace. Your jab had seemingly no effect on him though and he laughs at your expense. 

“Sorry, I just couldn’t help but notice the drumstick sticking out of your bag.” He taunts, gesturing to your half-open backpack and falling into stride with your steps. 

Obviously, you know that Danny’s stick didn’t quite fit in your carry-on so it’s been poking out past the zipper, but you turn and grab for it anyway as you flounder for a comeback. 

“If I didn’t know any better I’d say you’re the one following me since I’ve basically got an antenna.”

“I plead the fifth.” He holds his hands up in a defensive position.

Eventually, you come to a halt, and you realize that you’re standing amongst the entire Greta crew waiting next to their gate. You fumble for your boarding pass in the side pocket of your bag and check the gate number. You’d think they’d have made these things easier to read, truth be told you probably couldn’t read an eye chart at this particular moment in time, as flustered as you are. 

Your eyes go wide as golf balls when they finally locate your gate number. 

“Gate 6.” You say it aloud just to confirm that it’s correct since Gate 6 just so happens to be the very gate you’re already standing at. 

A wicked smile creeps onto his face as he comes to the realization just seconds after you. “Are we on the same flight?”

You tuck your boarding pass under your arm so you can readjust your items and get ready to board. “It sure looks that way.” 

“Do you live in Nashville? I mean… not in a creepy way.” The way he stumbles over his words amidst his excitement makes you mourn for your aching heart. 

“I might. Maybe we’re neighbors.” You shrug your shoulders and raise one eyebrow in pseudo-curiosity

“What a nice surprise that would be.” 

The flight attendants begin calling groups and special members to begin boarding, so you keep your boarding pass in hand and readjust your items to get ready to board.

“Well, since we’re sharing the plane I expect you to behave.”

His statement catches you so off guard that you stare up at him for a moment just processing the words. He quirks an eyebrow at you with the smuggest expression you’ve ever seen on a human man, an expression that almost taunts ‘what are you gonna do about it?’.

When you realize he’s completely serious, you stand up straight, clear your throat and respond with, “What are you gonna do if I don’t?” 

His eyes narrow for just a moment, pulsing as he processes your response, his smug smile never wavering. “I guess we’ll see.”

Sam taps Danny with a backhanded smack on the shoulder, signaling that their group is boarding. The Greta boys file onto the plane according to the flight attendant's instructions, and Danny turns around only once to look at you. It makes you snort-chuckle to yourself while you fall behind to wait for your group to be called, but as he slips out of sight you shoot him the same smug smile that he gave you.

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Everything has settled down significantly since boarding, the other passengers are relaxed in their seats and the flight attendants are popping around every so often to check on things. All is calm, except for you. You haven’t been able to stop looking at the back of Danny’s head the entire time and your heartbeat hasn’t slowed since you were all alone on your barstool.

They’re not seated all that far from you. You can tell exactly who is sitting where, even though it’s not a difficult game to play. Danny has an aisle seat on the same side as you, his curly hair passes the top of his seat, which is right next to Sammy, because, of course. You can see Josh’s khaki-clad leg bouncing away across the aisle, and next to Josh is obviously Jake with his damn hat on. It’s impossible to miss. 

Their presence is beyond distracting. How many people can say they’ve been on the same flight as Greta Van Fleet? A majority of the folks here have no idea who they are; the fact that they’re in the presence of legends is completely lost on them. 

To not take advantage of such an opportunity would be an abomination - jail worthy in fact. But how to take advantage? That’s the real question. How does one get more time with them without forcing it? Why does it feel so painful to just take what they gave you of their time and be happy with it? Why does the idea of going this whole flight with Danny just out of reach after he so shamelessly flirted with you sound like utter torture? How are his shoulders so toned and perfect?!

They are perfect. He’s perfect. You can see the ridges of his side profile in that muscle shirt if you lean a little into the aisle, your chin propped up on the heel of your hand to look as inconspicuous as possible. 

Then, right on cue, Danny turns his entire torso around in his seat and looks back down the aisle right at your dumb little face. He’s smirking, like he’s fully expecting to catch you staring in his direction. There’s nowhere near enough time to react, but you lean right back into your seat and out of sight as fast as you can possibly manage. 

You wait what feels to be at least four years before daring to peek around the seat in front of you again to make sure he’s no longer looking. But no, there he is, turned around in his seat and smiling devilishly awaiting your return. You narrow your eyes at him, just to let him know you’re not falling for whatever it is he’s trying to do. He sees your suspicious eyes and shoots you one playful wink in return. He fucking winks at you and turns back around in his seat like a diabolical tease. 

“Well, that does it. I’ve just about had it with you, Daniel.” You whisper the thought to yourself, or what would have been to yourself if you weren’t in such close quarters with a ton of other people. The woman sitting across the aisle looks at you with distaste and you sheepishly apologize then return to the task at hand.

You pluck your bag from the floor under the seat in front of you where it was stashed and dig through it until you find what you’re looking for.  An old-fashioned printed ticket from the concert and a sharpie, one that you keep on your person at all times for emergencies just like this. In your elegant chicken scratch, you write out your message. 

It’s important to keep it short and sweet, you decide, so that there’s no room for interpretation. ‘Follow me’. Surely, there’s no way a directive so simple could be muddied in his boy brain.

The overhead light is already on, signaling that it’s safe to leave your seat and walk around. With one defining nod and your note in hand, you swiftly unbuckle your seatbelt and begin to strut down the aisle. Your target is locked in, Danny’s seat is just a few steps away. As you pass him, without so much as a turn of your head, you place the scribbled ticket directly in his lap and continue on toward the vacant lavatory. 

You hurl yourself into the bathroom as quickly as you possibly can to promptly stop your stomach from falling out of your ass. It takes you a moment of standing quietly to realize your hands have been shaking. Until now, your whole body was running on pure adrenaline and kept you from feeling any real apprehension. Now that the severity of what you’ve just done starts to sink in, along with extreme regret, you contemplate whether you should just flush yourself down the toilet. 

The longest two minutes of your life slip by, and still no interruption to your bathroom break. Maybe he’s waiting a little while to follow you so it doesn’t seem as suspicious? What if he doesn’t come at all? Facing rejection by having to walk past him back to your seat is out of the question. What if he looks at you? A ragged breath catches in your throat when that idea crosses your mind, threatening to turn into a sob if you let the thought linger any longer. 

Just as you’re promising to never follow your instincts again, the clunky bathroom door shuffles open, and in comes Danny without as much as a knock. While he shuts and locks it you twirl around to smirk at him, leaning your shoulder against the wall as you cross your arms. As much as it would have broken your heart to have embarrassed yourself for nothing, you can’t help but find it kind of hilarious that he couldn’t bring himself to pass up temptation. 

“How the fuck am I supposed to have my way with you in here?” he quips after taking a single glance around the space. You don’t answer him, and it only deepens your smirk when he finally registers the look on your face. “What’s that look for?” 

“You’re a horn dog.” 

“Um, this was your idea?” he speaks with a melody of bemusement.

“Oh, so just because a girl invites a guy to follow her into an airplane bathroom she automatically wants to screw him?”

He cocks an eyebrow at you and leans his own shoulder against the wall, mimicking your stance since he’s caught on to your game. “So you brought me here for some friendly conversation?”

“Absolutely not,” you snort, causing him to roll his eyes and shake his head a little at your teasing, though you think he seems to find it charming. 

“Well… it’s not ideal, but after that stunt I’m not letting you out of here until I’m good and ready.” He grabs you at the waist and pulls you towards him; he towers over you and you have to crane your neck to kiss him properly. You fumble with his belt as he pulls on the hem of your shirt.

“Wait,” You pull away gasping, and place a palm on his chest to let him know to pause. “I kind of want to keep it on.” 

“Seriously? You’re really gonna make me fuck you in my own merch?” He's unamused. 

Looking up through your lashes at him, you nod bashfully and throw in a lip bite for some added innocence. “Mhm, but if you rip it you have to buy me a new one.”

You swear you can hear a growl come from deep in his chest when he pauses for a moment to look at you before grabbing two fistfuls of the t-shirt material and ripping it right down the middle. A genuine gasp escapes past your furiously beating heart, followed shortly by a hiccupy giggle when you do the same to his own shirt in retaliation. 

“Hmm, would you look at that?” He glances down at each of your handiwork and clicks his tongue three times to chastise your behavior. “You’re gonna fuckin’ get it now.”

Some shredded pieces of fabric fall to the ground, but he makes no move to fully remove either of the tattered shirts, instead opting to slide your shorts and panties off. He shoves his pants down just barely enough to free his rock hard, veiny cock from its confines. Using the small amount of strength you can muster, you lift and perch yourself on the tiny sink when he grabs your knees and spreads them, putting you on display for him. His massive hands hold your legs wide open so he can bend down to lick a slow stripe up your center. Just a few skilled flicks of his tongue over your clit is enough to get you ready for him, but he purses his lips and spits on your pussy for good measure.

“Oh, fuck,” you whisper breathily at the filthy act. 

He chuckles lightly at your reaction, stands up, and positions himself. He takes his cock in his hand and smears his own saliva around with his tip before pushing in a few centimeters.

“Oh, fuck,” you repeat yourself.

“That’s right, babygirl. Fucking take it.” He pushes in all the way this time, immediately pulling back out to slam in again. As if hunkering down for the long haul, he cradles your legs, one in each hand, and a warm feeling fills your whole being. Is it too early to be seeing stars? 

You let your head lull back in ecstasy but he grabs your jaw abruptly, forcing your attention back to him.

“Eyes on me, sweetheart. I want to see the face you make when you cum.” You nod in understanding, promising to heed his request. He goes to return his hand to its place holding your leg, but when you open your mouth to moan he quickly covers it before you can utter a sound.

“Shhh, we have to keep quiet. Let it all out for me, but don’t make a sound.” The gruff timbre that lines his voice while he fucks into you at a merciless pace could make you cum all on its own.  

Your brows furrow to a peak, painting what little he can see of your face a shade of almost pained frustration. He flicks his thumb over your already sensitive clit to accompany the never ending waves of pleasure he’s pushing through you with his cock.

Out of nowhere, the tide rolls in and your orgasm ripples through you like a warm breeze and he rides it out relentlessly, his eyes locked onto yours. For all you know, the clouds could part and the gates of heaven could open to accept you at that very moment, and you would happily ascend. You try to scream his name only to be muffled into his palm, and through teary eyes you see the devious smirk that he tries to keep from creeping onto his face when you struggle like he fucking loves the power he has over you. 

Just as you’re verging on the point of overstimulation, he reaches his own climax, spilling its contents deep in your core for you to hold onto for safe keeping. His hand leaves your lips and comes down hard on the meat of your thigh with an audible slap. You cry out, but he’s in no condition to care about that while he shudders and moans and bruises your leg with his grip.  

The pumps come to a halt and the comedown is slow, you’re thankful that he leaves his cock inside your twitching pussy to savor the feeling just a little longer. Although, you hadn’t noticed that in the midst of all the action your position had shifted until he was practically on top of you in an uncomfortably crooked way. You can’t be surprised since you enticed him to ruin you, but clearly, he hadn’t noticed either and almost loses his footing when he finally pulls out, you have to throw an arm out to help steady him. His bicep is warm and damp, the vein prominent. 

“Danny, Danny, Danny.. getting carried away now are we?” you scold, clicking your tongue at him like you would a child. 

He laughs sweetly, like strawberries and sugar or windchimes on a summer evening. It almost takes your breath away. “How could I not? You’re a vixen.”

“Who? Me? Of course not, I just know a once in a lifetime opportunity when I see it.” You shoot him a sly smile and move to stand up. He holds his hands out to aid in getting you upright, but when you reach for your clothes as he fastens his belt, you’re hit with a realization.  

“Daniel. My shirt.” 

He looks puzzled, but still cute, until it dawns on him that you’re on an airplane filled with strangers, and thanks to him your new shirt is lacking structural integrity. 

“Shit, umm…” He scans the floor of the bathroom before scooping up his own discarded shirt, also completely unwearable. “I have a shirt you can wear, I’ll go grab it.”

A moment of silence. 

“Why the fuck did we bother being quiet if you’re just gonna walk out there with no shirt on?”

“Aww, y/n,” He pecks your cheek “That was just for me.”

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my goofy ahh stickmen polycule cuz they're all so silly to me?!?!?!

More hcs under the cut cuz uhhhhhhhhh i'm normal [gunna be editing it whenever i think of more cuz i am not normal]

Red: AroAce he/they, just got into the polycule cuz he felt left out. Will never ever prioritize their animals over their qprs, they would feel too bad. They usually help Blue around the kitchen, may or may not instigate most of the food fights.. [Not most, all of them.] SC: Unlabeled he/him, started the polycule because he felt jealous that the two would only be lovey-dovey to each other. You can always find him hanging out with everyone else, holding ear muffs [him being eepy doesn't stop the hang outs.] Yellow: Pan they/she/he, started dating Blue and agreed to the polycule, cuz idk she thinks it's neat they get to have a connection like that. Always leaning their head on someone's chest, he likes the sound of a heartbeat. [Doesn't like doing that with SC though, cuz he doesn't have one.] Green: Gay they/he, second to join the polycule. Actually had crushes on both SC and Blue and thought it was cool the three were dating now. His rivalry with Yellow never left, he still thinks its funny to mess with her via being better at redstone. Usually wears their headphones, mostly on no sound so he can hear everyone better. Blue: Unlabeled any, started dating Yellow and asked SC to join [if he wanted to]. They usually tend the garden whenever the others leave her alone. [Definitely sneaks a munch or two of netherwart] Everyone HATES how obsessed she is over netherwart and just wants them to stop pls..... He loves all his partners and thinks they're all just the cutest like ever.

Dynamics:

Red x SC: Usually messes with him, with loud and other noises to wake him up. Likes hanging out with him, just sitting around and drawing.

Red x Yellow: Just likes listening to her ramble about nerd stuff even though they retain nothing from it.

Red x Green: Always wants to try and prank him more after "The Prank". Always fails though...

Red x Blue: They bond over farms and farm animals, they're probably the only one who mildly tolerates Blue's netherwart problem. They fish together a lot :3 I also think Red thinks of Blue closer than everyone else cuz of their shared interests.

SC x Red: Cuddles with them a lot, likes how their tail is really soft, despite never seeing them take care of it, not even once.

SC x Yellow:

SC x Green: Besties and dating?!?!?! Real?!?!?!

SC x Blue: [this was one of my first avm ships cuz uhhhhhhhhhhhh goofy]

Yellow x Red: Goes to him whenever they wanna rant about a new finding [URETHRA!!!!!] and maybe kinda uses their spawn eggs as test subjects when the others.. aren't exactly there.

Yellow x SC: Main labrat- I mean... subject, totally. Usually interrogates him and tests his body for certain things that he can do, but the others can't.

Yellow x Green: Likes being a big ol' nerd around them, they usually go on adventures, trying to learn more things about the world they live in.

Yellow x Blue: [my...... otp....] Got attached to her even when they were stuck in that website they came in, and they just like how he talks anyway.

Green x Red: Likes ruining every single plan they have and also likes to make fun of him for the shits and giggles.

Green x SC: they care each other

Green x Yellow:

Green x Blue:

Blue x Red:

Blue x SC:

Blue x Yellow: [MY OTP GRAHHHHH]

Blue x Green:

i'll fill everything else in the next blue moon, my brain is fried

if u want more, tell me muahahhaha i would gladly spill my everything for the friends on tumblr

#animation vs minecraft #animation vs animator #avm #avm red #avm the second coming #avm yellow #avm green #avm blue #polycule #sillies #headcanons #au almost?? #gijinkas #meeple deeples artles #my art #goofy

[bahja-blix]

😐💀 A Dumbass Appeared (Ask Edition) A post regarding Viv Stans (Part 2)

Before we begin I want to say that I will absolutely not be censoring the person in this for valid reasons. I'll however censor the people who are just regular visitors.

What brilliance unfolds in my ask box? They put themselves out there on purpose "because reason"... I guess?

Reminder This is the Internet, you put yourself out there, your out there forever and if you do something stupid or say something stupid, your idiocy might go viral enough where you get called out so don't expect people to cover you up when YOU did this To Yourself

When I changed my bio to say "Bored ASF, Ask a Goth" I didn't mean be a god damn loser and make up shit on purpose for Bait reasons.

Yes this is real and Yes these were sent by a Viv Stan and it's OBVIOUSLY Bait but I still wanted to review it just for fun because I was literally laughing my ass off and I ain't even high!! 🤣 that And the actual person was Serious about deleting their profile along with taking the time to remove one by one every like and post from their profile which is hilarious. I didn't even make a post at the time and they disappear Anyway 😂. So I had absolutely no option to respond regardless. Lol you didn't think I'd see that but I did LMAO. You took the time to send me this but couldn't take a couple seconds to block me right after so I don't see your profile disappear but I guess you're just that stupid. What stopped you from just deleting your account without going through lengths to type this shit up?

We start with Kona, a boot lickin Viv stan living in denial over the fact that their obviously a Viv Stan. I said I wasn't going to answer this but this is HORRIBLE 😂 How could I Not share!

I love how you literally sat here and took the time to go ""Anonymous"" on the first ask you sent me showing your name and profile only to turn around and send me Another ask and Then another begging to me down on your knees basically telling me to forget I saw your ass 🤣🤣🤣

Omfgfgfggg🤣🤣🤣

I absolutely applaud how you "went out of your way to ALL these critics" like your some kinda Big Dawg white knighting for Viv telling us to "Listen up" because God Damnit "This town ain't Big Enough for the two of us" only to completely disappear off the face of the earth because you knew I saw your ass and you got scared.

I'm assuming you saw my last post where I said "Stick it" when referring to someone else that didn't agree with the helluva boss and hazbin hotel critical community...so you took it to heart and used it in the ask!? Did my post offend you 🥺🥺🥺? Omg I'm terribly sorry that I'm not a boot licking Viv Stan... I truly am (⁠◡⁠ ⁠ω⁠ ⁠◡⁠)

So... you attack Showtoonz for no reason other than *Double Checks Notes* ahh here we go "Having valid opinions" fresh off the table *chef kiss excuse* lol

LMAO they really said "Ass takes" omg no wayyy 😂

I also applaud how you basically said that the entirety of the helluva boss and hazbin hotel critical community an "embarrassment to our democracy" lol where that come from? and that the best argument you can come up with is that "*ughhh* your all "cOnSeRvAtIvEs" like did you travel across time and space through the Internet, see my page, and pretend to get triggered over the fact that I'm p***tically balanced in every direction?? Open minded if you will!? What does critiquing a show have to do with what's going on outside in the world? You do realize a lot of these people critiquing Viv Are in fact Democrats (me included in that spectrum) that Were fans of Viv and don't agree with Viv because she messes shit up on purpose 😂

Love how your one of those people that's obviously too far on the edge who are an actual embarrassment to society because this is the shit you put out there along with the

"YoUr NoT oNe Of Us" argument because what else would you pull out of your ass like legit your literally the type of person that likes to sniff your own fucking farts... Geez

I can't stop laughing 🤣

"One of Us! One of Us! Gooble gobble, Gooble gobble, One of Us! One of Us!" Like I can't. We Dems ain't gonna bow down to you and kiss your ass like your some kind of King so you might as well get over it buttercup

Regarding the last one for Bait reasons you decided to bring janky brained Joe into this... What a legend! You really showed us Dems the middle finger and went "Fuck ALL of You" 😂 Hey pal I'm NGL, but all I'm saying is that maybe you shouldn't be so into your own p***tical fart clouds so much because all that methane n shit will clog up your thinking.

"OMG I've been exposed by my own "Brilliance" in taking down these critics, please don't expose me"

W H E E Z E !!!

this last bits my favorite part

"*Clears throat* "If you disagree with me I'm going to "delete my account"

(Welp I guess I disagree with you :D, have a nice day ^^ Adios!! 🤣) Wait? You were actually Serious??? 🤣🤣🤣

"run to Twitter" with all my problems (because of course your one of those losers) and "bitch" to my two followers that "Will raise all hell" down onto those "Antis" who are so Mean and Negative where my post is sure to go viral enough to take down the entire critical community and reap their rights away from them"

Without any proof, but instead your tail tucked between your legs as you run and hide.

PA THETIC

Managed to get this on the way out. A Viv Stan in denial who's also a hypocrite. Oh but we "anti Viv Stan critics" have "ass takes" and "no valid criticism" You blindly support woomy... The same person who attacked multiple people in our communities for having valid opinions!

Fucking Cringe dude

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(Shakes you) otto you've GOTTA tell me more about the freelance mystery solvers I GOTTA KNOW ABOUT EM WHAT ARE THEY DOIN !!! I love your designs sm btw your SO REAL FOR THIS AHH

HEEHEE ohhh ok cracks my knuckles. Im gonna be writing this right before passing Out for the night so apologies in advance if this isn’t very comprehensible but i will GLADLY explain the funny freelance mystery solvers o7

EDIT HI This got so long im putting it under a readmore KGJFNGKJSGK.

Also! I didn’t draw anything to go with this ask because i told myself id give my hand a break, but I do actually have some recent doodles of Vern and Kitty i was doing in between the lineup so I’ll put them here for a little display ^_^ theyre not in context of anything im about to mention, just some dynamic exploration stuff that are their own whole other rambles

Ok! Readmore time! Paragraphs of nonsense! For your viewing pleasure!

So!! Vernon and Kitty are both employed by True Psychic Tales independently of each other when theyre older. Vernon is an illustrator/interviewer for the graphic novel division and Kitty works in special effects makeup for the more-recent live action film division! They don’t end up crossing paths for a while until being assigned to work together to research stuff for an up-and-coming TPT film project or smth. They become work buddies after reconnecting (though they choose to mostly ignore the fact that they knew each other as kids due to How They Were back then. They’re both very embarrassed about it for numerous reasons)

It becomes commonplace for them to help each other out with projects, and eventually through their research (fact-checking and digging through old psychonauts mission archives) they start to come across old psychonauts files of unfinished or ‘suspicious’ looking missions, ones that normally didnt get the green light to be told in graphic novel form due to the fact that they were inconclusive and, as a result, don’t make for good stories.

Kitty and Vernon end up sort of… picking up on these old missions in their spare time. It’s not psychonauts work but its also not not psychonauts work, you know? They team up to try and work out what lead to dead ends in missions and cross-referencing possibly related stories with other stories, and go out into the field to try and get answers. I picture it a lot in my brain as an episodic mystery series vis a vis scooby doo. They pick their archived mission log of the week to check out, go out, get some answers, and get a conclusion to bring back to TPT and a new graphic novel is made of the story they were able to uncover! With some more overarching plots where they get a little in over their heads here and there.

Franke’s got a bit less of a fleshed out role in all of this atm, mostly because i havent thought of him as much as the other two? My current vague-idea i have is that she and kitty had a falling out during their teen years, and Franke calls Kitty and Vernon falsely claiming to have a lead on a mystery theyve been working on, in order to try and reconnect with Kitty after she stopped talking to him. He has to come clean when whatever she leads them to actually ends up being a real psychic issue, and she has to explain that she doesn’t know what’s going on because she hadn’t actually called in about anything legit.

Franke does end up being a good help despite technically being the reason they got into deep shit in the first place, and Vernon’s probably the one who asks her to stick around (Kitty isn’t against it, but definitely isn’t really all too welcoming about it either.) They definitely have a whole thing where they all get closer and Kitty and Franke get to mend fences (a character arc along the lines of franke realizing he was kind of a hardass who wanted to make up without actually accepting any faults, and some other super impressive character arcs along the way im sure.) And all three of them continue to go on mystery deep-dives and uncover unfinished psychonauts missions!! Wahoo yahoo!!

Mystery incorporated asses! They’re fun, i enjoy them a lot! Hopefully this is some good tidbits of detail for u thank u for asking about them :]

#psychonauts #agent aquato and co au #art :0] #asks :0]

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This week’s writer spotlight feature is: MISSBERRYCAKE! They have six fics posted to AO3 in the Stranger Things fandom and five of them posted to the Steddie tag!

Our anonymous nominator recommends the following works by Missberrycake:

When the Sun is High (I'll Meet You in the Woods)

An Act of Grace

If I Loved You Less.

Blackbird

The Wonder

"I'm nominating missberrycake for a spotlight because I've loved a number of her works that I think have been underappreciated. Her pieces can be quite melancholy, but I think are really lovely and always leave me feeling content. She writes dialogue and characters in a very believable and layered way. I first came across her after her most popular fic, though I think she's done some fabulous ones since!" -- anonymous

Below the cut, Missberrycake answered some questions about their writing process and some of their recommended work!

Why do you write Steddie?

Ooh, I have a long and storied past with shipping and, while I've been a Stranger Things fan since the start, I hadn't really picked up any shipping threads until S4. I think Steve and Eddie have a great mix of that jock and loser dynamic and enemies to lovers vibe that works really well - but also the ending to S4 was really ripe for some good angst storytelling. A little reminiscent of Stucky or Reddie.

What’s your favorite trope to READ?

Hm. I'm not sure. I am a sucker for time travel, but I don't think I've red too much of that. Probably slow-burn - I just love being frustrated!

What’s your favorite trope to WRITE?

Well … according to my most used tags on Ao3, it's AUs and Time Travel, and Friends to Lovers shows up there as well, which all sound right. I know that I'm enjoying a book or show or whatever when I think, I need to write and AU of this!

What’s your favorite Steddie fic?

Ahh! That's too hard - I have a lot of bookmarks for fics I love! It’ probably a battle between Lovesick in Loch Nora by red0aktree and standing up the dead by heartofwinterfell. The first is so gah, you know? So romcon. The latter, I love the concept. Even though it's Max-led, Eddie is fabulously done in that fic, for sure.

Is there a trope you’re excited to explore in a future work but haven’t yet?

Not really - ideas tend to swoop in when I'm not actively thinking about it. I have had a niggling little thought about a folklore esque cryptic came back wrong story, something creepy, you know. But we'll see!

What is your writing process like?

Overly organised! I'm a planner, so I need to know what the ending is before I start - I will generally map out acts and scenes and character arcs before I write the first sentence, which I think helps me immensely so that I don't have to do so many edits later.

Do you have any writing quirks?

I'm sure I must do, but I don't know about them. I guess - I'll tend to write all my dialogue in a scene first as a but of a template and then fill in the gaps.

Do you prefer posting when you’ve finished writing or on a schedule?

Oh, when I've finished for sure. The only time I've ever abandoned a fix was when I posted as I was going on a schedule and it really killed the enjoyment of it for me - too much pressure on timing and the lack if ability to go back and fiddle with things.

Which fic are you most proud of?

I'll stick to my Steddie fics, so it would have to be An Act of Grace, for the Bigbang. I adore that fic, honestly, and worked really hard on it. I think it came out almost exactly how I wanted it and I was so excited when posting finally arrived!

How did you get the idea for An Act of Grace?

It was two things, really - firstly I had watched ‘Howards End’ with Joseph Quinn in and fully needed to see Eddie in the similar time period, I could not get it out of my head - the idea of a servant Eddie and aristocratic Steve came to me pretty quickly after that and was too perfect. Also, though, I wanted to do something with a distinctly English vibe to it (I am English!) - I sometimes feel a bit at sea writing USAmerican characters and settings, so something more familiar I though might work better for me.

When writing When the Sun is High (I’ll Meet You In the Woods), what was something you didn’t expect?

For it to be so popular, actually! Particularly as it was being posted. It's my most popular Steddie fic by a country mile and I'm really fond of it - trying to get a version of Steve and Eddie who had a history to work with canon was a fun challenge.

What inspired If I Loved You Less?

Well, its an Emma AU, so Emma! I was watching the most recent film adaption and NEEDED to write it, but I also loved Clueless growing up, so putting a modern twist on it made the most sense to me. The placement of characters in that story was very fun!

What was your favorite part to write from Blackbird?

The tree decorating scene, for sure. I love that part of Christmas myself, so I had a great time adding in little bits and pieces from people I know and traditions they have.

How do/did you feel writing When the Sun is High (I’ll Meet You In the Woods)?

Gosh, it feels like it was so long ago! I was just excited to get something out into fandom, I think, and to become part of the community.

What was the most difficult part of writing The Wonder?

Ooh, probably knowing that it wasn't going to do very well? 😄 I completely love that little fic, so to kind of keep it contained to just Eddie and Wayne - even mostly Wayne - was tricky. Sometimes less is more!

Do you have a favorite scene and/or line from any of your fics?

Hm. In the epilogue of An Act of Grace, Claudia gives a little speech about Steddie. I think I like that a lot for the way it kind of sums everything up so nicely. A bit of a snapshot of them as characters.

Do you have any upcoming projects or fics you’d like to share/promote?

Nope! I've taken a bit of a break from writing at the moment, buy I've been at it for 13 years, so I'm sure I'll be back at it in the future.

Outside of these questions, Is there anything YOU would like to add?

Just to say thank you to whoever submitted my name! It's made my month, probably!

Thank you to our author, Missberrycake, and our anonymous nominator! See more of Missberrycake's works featured on our page throughout the day!

Writer’s Spotlight is every Wednesday! Want to nominate an author? You can nominate them here!

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