#oh right to broaden my horizons

[attractthecrows]

girl help i need dyke poses

#why did i make rinko a butch fuckboy lesbian when i am so bad at lesbians #oh right to broaden my horizons

[flowery-laser-blasts]

The girls brought their boys to the Oh Boyz reunion concert.

"Ron, grab that USB before Drakken can install it into his doomsday device" "On it KP!" Ron tries to get to the work desk and trips slamming face first onto the surface causing office supplies to fall all over the place. Drakken runs over and grabs one of the two scattered -almost identical looking- USBs and plugs it into the device "HA! I'll take that, thank you! And now, behold the power of--" "HEY IS THAT 'I WANT IT MY WAY'?!" "Errr... No, it's not what you think--"

Shego and Kim pause their battle, watching the two men go from bickering to singing in no time. Turns out this doomsday device can double as a mega surround sound stereo speaker instalation set.

Ron starts talking about how they saved the Oh Boyz once and that Rufus is their new manager.

Kim thinks and offers a deal "If you hand us the USB, you two can come with us to the Oh Boyz reunion concert." "DEAL!" Shego almost hurts her neck when she snaps her head in Drakken's direction "WHAT?! HAVE YOU LOST YOUR MIND?!" Drakken picks up the USB from the ground and hands it to Kim, he waves the two teens off.

The moment they leave the lair, Shego grabs Drakken by the collar. "Do you have any idea how annoyingly tedious it was for me to get that stupid USB for you?!" "Up-pupup Shego, I did in fact make a backup this morning" "You wha-?" Drakken opens the desk drawer to reveal hundreds upon hundreds of identical looking micro SD chips. "Now if you can help me find out which one of these chips contain-- Shego?" Shego slams the lab door closed behind her.

"Shego? What a coincidence!" Junior lays down on the sunchair next to her. "Junior? What are you doing here in Middleton of all places? Don't you have your own, I don't know, indoor house spa?" "Ah yes, but my lovely girlfriend Bonnie has cheerleader practice right now and I thought, why not broaden my horizon -like they say- and try out the spas of the common folk. You look upset, what's on your mind?"

Shego regretfully tells Junior about what happened this morning and Junior, in his excitement, almost instantaneously heads over to school.

Junior begs Kim and Ron to please bring him and Bonnie along with them to the Oh Boyz concert. "BUT WE WERE GOING TO THE CARIBBEAN ISLANDS FOR THE WEEKEND JUNIOR! YOU'RE SO RICH, YOU CAN EASILY BUY THE OH BOYZ FOR A PRIVATE CONCERT!" "But my darling! I want to experience the real pop idol experience! I need to know what it is to be amongst the fans, so I can understand what it feels like to them. That way I'll become a more understanding teen pop idol sensation! It's like, what you call it; homework, yes?" "Ugh... FINE! Alright Kim, you take care of everything, we'll take care of transport. I am NOT going to go there by cab. "

And thus all six of them ended up at the concert.

The boys: absolutely starstruck (Drakken eventually gave up on finding the chip.)

The girls:

- Bonnie doesn't like being amongst 'common folk', sure she would've loved this a few months ago, but now that she's dating one of the richest guys in the world. This has become dull.

- Kim pulled some strings with Rufus, asking for a favor to make this night unforgettable for the guys.

- Shego is confused as to why the Oh Boyz songs sound oh so familiar to some other boyband she used to hear on the radio when she was in college.

#kim possible #dr drakken #drakken #shego #drdrakken #kimpossible #dr. drakken #ronstoppable #ron stoppable #señior senior junior #señior senior jr #senior senior junior #bonnie rockwaller #hego #oh boyz #kim possible oh boyz #the oh boyz #ohboyz #oh boyz!

[poeticandors]

Soft Touches

Steve Harrington x F!Reader

Part 1 of the TOUCH series

Summary: You and Steve Harrington have been friends for so long, and he finds out that you have never once pleasured yourself. He takes it upon himself to help you learn just how to do so.

WARNINGS: 18+ Content (Minors DNI), sexual language, sexual content, masturbation (Female with male assistance), fingering, cursing

Not my GIF

The hand on the clock seemed to be moving slower and slower the longer you stare at it. There were only a few minutes left until your shift ended, but you had been counting down the seconds the moment you clocked in to work. Did you hate your job? Not necessarily, it gave you money you needed for school and rent, but it wasn’t the greatest. From a not so great manager, to asshole customers, it was hard to actually want to be at the video store.

“Enjoy your movie, have a nice night.” 

You glance over to the counter, seeing your coworker and friend, Steve, hand over some change and a video to a customer. It was actually Steve who helped you get this job. Not that you needed the help since everyone who comes in practically gets hired on the spot, but you still appreciated him doing so. 

The man quickly takes the video from Steve, and you happen to notice the slight flush on his cheeks as he tries keeping the cover of the box hidden against his chest while walking out of the store. Thinking nothing of it, you turn back to your task of reorganizing the shelves.

“Jesus, this is the fourth time that guy has rented that fuckin’ movie.” Steve shakes his head, stretching his arms up.

“What movie was it?” You ask, returning video cases back to their original spots on the shelves.

“A fuckin’ porno, that’s what. He’s come in four times in the last few weeks to renew his rental on that same one!” 

“Gross,” you scoff, finishing up with your task before walking over to the counter. “Remind me to disinfect that when he brings it back.”

“I mean, watch whatever porn you want, but at least broaden your horizons, or whatever shit it is they say.”

“You act like you’ve watched those films before.” 

“Yeah? Haven’t you? Oh, wait–I forgot you’re a little prude,” Steve teases as he ruffles your hair.

“Asshole,” you huff, trying to ignore the comment. 

While you wouldn’t call yourself a prude, you were definitely inexperienced when it came to sexual intimacy. Not that you didn’t want to have sex, you just… never found the right person. It didn’t bother you one bit when people came in to rent those types of films. You just never found any interest in doing so, plus you wouldn’t know what to do while watching one. It just seemed like a waste of time. 

“So?”

“So what?” You look at Steve as he leans across the counter, now eye level with you. 

“Have you watched porn before?” 

The question catches you off guard a bit. In reality, it shouldn’t because it was coming from Steve, and after knowing him for years he could sometimes be a bit blunt and straight to the point. No, it catches you off guard because of the way Steve looks at you. The way his brown eyes bore into yours as he patiently waits for you to answer the seemingly intimate question. It’s as if he truly wants to know your answer and isn’t just teasing.

It wouldn’t be the first time Steve has asked you questions like this one. He knows that you haven’t had much experience. Knows that you’ve been on a few dates with guys who were total douchebags, but never went any further than a kiss or two, maybe even a feel up here or there. He never fully judged you, though. Teased you, yes a little, but never outright judged you for your lack of experience.

He’s also told you about his past endeavors, however. Never too much detail unless you asked which, sometimes you would. He would answer every single question you had without an ounce of judgment. With Steve, it was easy to talk with him.    

You become nervous, suddenly aware of just how long he’s been staring at you while you try to come up with the words to respond. 

“I, uh… huh?” 

“Have you… watched porn before?” He asks, articulating each word slowly as he repeats the question. 

It takes you a moment to realize how close his face is to yours, his nose mere inches away from your own. If you truly wanted to, you could easily press your lips to his. But you wouldn’t do that.

You couldn’t do that. 

“...No. No, I’ve never watched… porn before.” Your voice comes out almost as quiet as a whisper. 

Steve scans your face and is quiet for another few seconds, before he pushes off the counter. You trail him as he flips the ‘open’ sign over to ‘closed’, before making his way towards you, and taking your hand. The action shocks you, even though it shouldn’t. You’ve held hands with Steve before in a playful manner and it has never once felt strange to you. For some reason, this feels different. “Steve, where–”

“We’re just going for a stroll past the beads,” he answers nonchalantly, pulling you along towards the backroom. 

Your eyes widen, and you try pulling from his grasp. “Steve, seriously–”

“You don’t have to rent any of them. We’re just going to take a look, babe.” 

Babe, honey, sugar… You’ve heard practically every pet name come out of Steve’s mouth. It was just how he talked with you, and you never took any of it seriously. 

The beads lightly clink against each other as Steve pushes them away, and you’re now left standing in the small room with shelves filled up with the raunchy films. It wasn’t as if you hadn’t ever been in here before, it was part of your job to put the films back, take inventory, and make sure that it was organized correctly. 

“Steve, seriously. What are we doing back here?” 

“Just here for a look. 

“I come in here to organize, I know what it looks like–” 

“No, we’re actually going to look, honey. Not just quick glances, and not for work.” 

“But why? I don’t watch any of these–”

“Exactly. Now you’re catching on,” he grins, letting go of your hand as he reaches for two videos. “What do you think you would be into more?”

“Damn it, Steve, we need to get out of here before someone comes in.”

“No one is going to come in here. We’re closed now, remember? I flipped the sign.” He motions with one of the videos in his hands. 

He was right. Technically, you were closed as of… five minutes ago. Plus, it wouldn’t be weird if two employees were in this room. You really just wanted to hurry and leave and not think about how close you are to Steve in this small room and the fact you can smell his shampoo while surrounded by a bunch of porn films. 

But why should those details matter? You’ve definitely been close to Steve multiple times and never have you once felt this awkward. There were nights after a party that Steve would be so drunk you would have to help him get out of his clothes and since he only slept in a single pair of pajama pants, you’ve definitely gotten an idea of what he has to offer to other girls. You’ve shared beds when you would stay the night after those same parties, too. Not to mention, he literally spends most days being clingy with you–keeping his arm around your shoulders or little touches here and there. Big bear hugs and small kisses on the cheek or temple were normal because you were friends, and friends did that sort of thing, didn’t they?

“So? Take a look at these two. Honestly, I feel like this would be right up your alley.”

“And how would you know?”

“Because I know what you like,” he shrugs. 

“That’s bullshit. Even I don’t know what I like, Steve.” 

“Oh, come on,” he places the videos back on the shelf before turning back to face you. “I know you don’t watch porn, but you must have an idea on what you like. Right?” 

You stay quiet for a moment. The truth was, you did not know what you liked. You never once tried getting yourself off, mostly due to the fact you were nervous you would do it all wrong. Steve leans against the shelf with his arms crossed and head tilted slightly as he waits for an answer.

“...Holy shit,” Steve lets out a small laugh. “Seriously? You’ve never masturbated before?”

“Steve–”

“I mean, I knew you never had sex, but I at least didn’t think you were that much of a prude to not get yourself off.” Steve snickers, but you don’t react in a way he probably thought you would have. 

Jaw tight, you shake your head as you take a step back. “I’m leaving. You can lock up, Steve.” 

He calls your name as you swing the beads out of your way and storm out of the room. Heading to the back, you grab your bag and keys from your locker before slamming it shut, and leaving. You continue to ignore him as he calls for you, walking straight to your car, and throwing your stuff in the back before getting in and driving off. 

You don’t even know why you’re so upset, you should be used to Steve’s teasing by now. Something just set you off this time, and you weren’t sure what that was. Whatever. You would have a nice relaxing day at home, considering your family just went out of town and you have the day off tomorrow. This would give you time to be alone with your thoughts, and forget about what just happened with Steve Harrington. 

Or, so you thought. 

++++++++++

It felt nice having the house to yourself. While you still lived at home, you agreed with your family to pay rent until you found a place of your own since you were in college now. It seemed a fair trade… you guess, but there were times you would be lucky to have the house to yourself such as tonight. Your plans for tonight consisted of dinner, a good book, and perhaps a movie if you were feeling up for it. 

Your phone kept going off the moment you arrived at home, and you absolutely knew it was Steve trying to get your attention. He hated when you wouldn’t talk with him, and was almost always the first person to cave and vye for your attention, considering you were one of his closest friends. You ignored each and every call, almost deciding to unplug the damn thing just so you could get some peace and quiet. After a while, the ringing eventually stopped, and you were grateful that Steve finally decided to take the hint. 

Lying on your stomach while in bed with your feet propped up, wearing an oversized shirt and pajama shorts, you flipped through the pages one by one through your current book. With your walkman on and music blasting through your headphones, you almost didn’t notice the sound of your window scraping as it lifted, and you quickly gasp as you see a figure standing in the dark. Steve stumbles inside, catching himself before he hits the ground as you stare at him, yanking your headphones off. 

“Steve, what the hell?” You huff, as he fixes your window sill and closes the window. 

“You weren’t answering your phone. I got worried.” He dusts himself off, before looking around your room. He strolls along the carpet, acting as if he had never stepped foot once in his life when in reality, he is here almost every week. “Parents not home?” 

“No, and I didn’t answer the phone because I didn’t want to talk to you.”

“Yeah, yeah,” he waves you off, plopping on the bed next to you as he snatches your book away. “So this is what you are spending your night alone doing, hm?” 

“Give it back–” 

You try reaching for it, only for him to hold it further away. Letting out an annoyed breath, you lightly shove his arm. 

“This is boring. You could be watching a movie or something.”

“I was planning on doing that after I finished this chapter, thank you very much.” You pause, looking at him. “Steve, what are you doing here?” 

“I told you. I got worried when you weren’t answering your phone. Plus, I wanted to hang out. I brought a few things for us to do.”

Before you can ask, he tosses your book onto the floor before reaching down into his backpack. He pulls out a few of your favorite snacks, along with a few movies from Family Video. Frowning, you look at him as he grins. “Movie night.” 

He tosses the movies in front of you as you freeze. You recognize them as the two Steve had picked out from the backroom, along with a third. Glancing up at Steve, you hand them back.

“Very funny, Steve,” you huff, looking away from them.

“Just hear me out before you kick me to the curb, sweetheart,” he kneels in front of you, taking your hands. “Look, I know I was a dick for what I said back at the store. You can hate me all you want, I don’t blame you. But… I had an idea that I think you might like.” 

“If you’re going to suggest watching these films–”

“That’s exactly what I’m suggesting. Damn, you must be a mind reader or something, huh? Get out of my head.” He grins. 

You shake your head. “You’re insane–”

“Look, all I am saying is to just watch at least one. Broaden your horizons and shit, remember? Maybe this will help you get laid or something.” 

“Jesus, Steve.” 

“Listen. You don’t have to do anything. It’s just a movie, and I can sit and watch it with you, okay? Maybe this can help you come up with some fantasies or something later after I’m gone. Get you in the mood.” He bounces his shoulders up and down as he winks.

“Let me get this straight. You want me to just sit and watch one of these movies to… come up with fantasies?” 

“...Yep, exactly!”

“Fantasies to do what, though?”

“To get off, of course. So you can make yourself feel good.” 

Your throat becomes tight, and it’s almost as if you have forgotten how to breathe just for a moment. Steve wanted you to watch a porno just so you could pleasure yourself. The look in his eyes tells you that he is completely serious, and is being sincere. Why he was doing this, you didn’t really know the answer to that yet other than he claims he wants you to feel good.

Clearing your throat, you look away. “And… What are you going to be doing while we watch this?”

“Sit next to you and watch along, eat some popcorn,” he shrugs. “We’ll just be watching it, nothing more.” 

He takes his spot back next to you, as you glance at him. “So? What do you say? I’ll pop the movie in and we can sit back and relax. If you get uncomfortable and don’t want to continue, I’ll turn it right off, and we can do whatever you want. Sound good?”

He’s saying all of this as if he just asked to watch a regular movie instead of a porno. Like it was the most casual thing in the world to ask and that you weren’t absolutely mortified at the idea. 

“…You promise we can turn it off?”

“Scouts honor, babe,” he holds one hand over his heart while raising the other.

Pulling your bottom lip between your teeth, you finally agree with a slight tilt of your head, and Steve grins. 

“Alright, I’ll put it on. You just sit and relax— wait. Which one do you want to watch?” 

The excitement in his voice isn’t hard to miss, and you find yourself biting back a small smile. 

“Whichever one you think looks best, Steve,” you scoot back against your headrest, as Steve grabs one of the videos and fumbles with the VHS player. 

You couldn’t believe you actually agreed to this. What were you thinking? Watching a porno and with Steve, nonetheless. Steve grabs the remote and plops right next to you, your arms brushing together as he gets comfortable. 

The movie starts, and your room soon fills with horrible jazz music that is supposed to be sexy. You scrunch your nose, but lean back as you watch the first scene play out. The main woman comes out wearing nothing but a robe which is left open, revealing her perky breasts, and she bends down to rub lotion along her long legs. You cross your arms across your chest, suddenly realizing that you discarded your bra the moment you came home.

If Steve notices, he doesn’t say anything. He’s kept his eyes on the screen, and you can’t tell if he is just bored or trying to keep his cool. You don’t realize you’re watching him until he looks down at you, and you quickly turn your attention back to the screen. 

“You might want to pay attention to this part,” he comments, as you look back at him.

“What for?”

“Because this is the scene where she touches herself.”

“…Have you seen this?” 

“I mean, just this first part. I wanted to see if you might like it, first.”

He takes his finger and turns your cheek back so you’re facing the screen again. On it, you watch as the woman drops the robe to the ground, settling onto the bed as her manicured hands roam along her body, squeezing her breasts and sliding up and down her torso. After an anticipating few minutes, she finally trails her hand down between her legs, her fingers slowly teasing her folds for a moment before going back up to her neck, while the other hand brushes just under her breasts. 

Your breath hitches slightly, and you find yourself entranced as you watch her pleasure herself with just her hands. Could you really just sit and do that to yourself? Your mind wanders at the possibilities, and you find yourself extremely sensitive to everything surrounding you. The moans released from the woman go straight to your core, sending a shiver throughout your entire body. You are aware of the way your nipples tighten, brushing just barely against the fabric of your shirt– of one of Steve’s shirts that you borrowed long ago and never bothered to return. You try ignoring the slight moisture that builds up between your thighs, and try straightening your legs to cross them over one another, which only seems to heighten the feeling.

Not only that, but it suddenly dawns on you how close Steve is to you. His arm stays pressed against you, a warm and familiar sensation that you never thought anything of before. His breathing stays even, that much you can tell even as he watches this scene play on. The scent of his soap surrounds you both, and you realize he must’ve taken a shower first before coming to see you. 

“See that? See how she uses her fingers?” He says after a moment, and your eyes stay on the screen of your television. “You can do that too, you know. You can do that to figure out what you like.”

“Mmhm…” you respond, not trusting yourself to use actual words. 

“...Do you want to try?” 

You quickly turned to face him, seeing his eyes directly staring into yours. “Wh-what?”

“Do you want to try touching yourself?” He repeats, his voice now a low timbre. 

“...Steve, I don’t think–” 

“I don’t care if you do. This is all for you. So you can make yourself feel good.” He continues looking down at you, and for a moment you think he glances down to your lips before moving back to your eyes. “If you don’t want to, you can say no.”

You swallow thickly, trying to ignore the way his words send tingles throughout your entire body. There he goes again, saying this is to help you feel good. For someone else, they might think that was just a way for Steve to get to see their tits. But to you… you really do believe he is not truly pressuring you and being sincere in trying to help you give yourself some sort of pleasure and excitement. 

So, you only halfway catch yourself by surprise when you agree with a small nod. 

“Alright, come here.” 

Steve shifts over, moving you to sit in front of him, his legs on either side of you as he pulls you to lie back against his firm chest. Again, this isn’t something new to you both. You’ve sat in this position before watching movies, usually with Steve massaging your shoulders or even when you just needed to hug, and he would be willing to hold you close like this. 

This, however, seemed so much more intimate. 

He gently runs his hands soothingly up and down your arms, as if sensing your nerves and trying to help you relax. You feel the rise and fall of his chest as you lean back against him, and the warmth of his breath as he exhales each time. 

“This okay?” He asks, his voice soft, and you respond with a nod. “Good. Whenever you feel like you want to touch yourself, go ahead. I won’t do anything but sit here, okay? I promise.” 

You don’t realize just how dry your mouth is until you try to speak, only for you to find yourself unable to. Trying again, you clear your throat and lick your dry lips. 

“Where, uh… I don’t… what should I do?” 

“Whatever feels good to you, honey.” 

“But, what if I don’t know what feels good to me?” 

Steve pauses for a moment, before he slowly reaches down for your hands, and brings them up. “For starters… you can just run your hands along your body.” 

He takes one of your hands and places it up by your neck, making sure your fingers lightly brush your skin before placing the other along your torso just under your breasts, and pulls his hands away as you leave them there. “Take it nice and slow. Barely brush your skin with your fingers and slowly make your way down.” 

With your throat tight and heavy, slowly begin moving your hands around almost awkwardly. It was almost hard to feel good when you were pretty much touching over your shirt. Sure, with a faint brush against your nipples it did sort of feel good, but it was nothing compared to what the woman on screen was probably feeling. You become almost frustrated, and drop your head back against Steve’s shoulder. 

“It’s not working.” 

“That’s because you’re thinking too much. Don’t think, just touch yourself.” Steve rubs your shoulders, trying to loosen the tension building up. 

“It’s hard to do so when this shirt is in the way,” you huff, closing your eyes. 

“Then take it off.” 

Sometimes, you just cannot understand how Steve’s mind works. The way he suggests taking off your shirt as if it’s not a big deal at all? Mind boggling to you. You look over your shoulder at him, seeing a completely serious expression. 

“Steve, I can’t just take off my shirt.” 

“Why not? You said it’s getting in the way,” he says, as a matter-of-factly. “If it’s not relaxing, then take it off so it can help you relax.”

You hate that he’s right, but still. “I’m not… I mean… I don’t have a bra on.”

“That’s fine. If you’re comfortable being shirtless, then do so. If you want to try and then realize it’s still not helping, then you can put it back on.” 

Steve removes his hands from your shoulders, and you almost find yourself aching for him to put them back. Maybe he was right. Maybe it would help to just take off your shirt. Even if he is here, Steve is your best friend. You trusted Steve. Why were you overthinking things like this? 

Finally, you push yourself up as you discard your shirt and toss it to the floor, before slowly leaning back against Steve. You keep your arms folded across your chest, and you look up at Steve. He simply smiles, before placing his hands over yours. 

“Now… try again.” He moves your hands back in place where they were before, his voice low as he talks just above a whisper in your ear. “Watch what she does on the screen, and copy her. Or don’t. Whatever feels good to you, you’ll know.”

You turn your attention back to the screen, and begin to mimic her movements. If she trailed her hand up to her neck, you did the same. If she brought it down to graze against her nipples, you also did so. You experiment by lightly pinching and rolling each nipple between your fingers, only to find that you really enjoyed the feeling. You find yourself leaning further into Steve, who shifts against you. When he does so, you try not to think about how hard his bulge feels through his jeans against your lower back. 

You try, but ultimately fail.

Feeling him pressed against you only makes your pulse race, and you soon realize he also has his hands back on your shoulders. He doesn’t move them, almost keeps them there as a bit of support as your hands continue to explore your body. 

You decide that you really enjoy the feeling of touching your breasts, so you go back to that. With each squeeze, tug, and feather light brush, you soon feel the dampness begin to grow between your legs. Just like the woman on screen, you begin to slowly trail your hand down to your shorts. You stop just short, realizing that you are about to touch yourself down there. Not only that, you are about to touch yourself down there while Steve sits right behind you, getting a one-man show to all of this. What could possibly be going through his mind as he watches his best friend do all of this?

“S-Steve–”

He places his hand over yours as you try pulling it back. “Don’t stop, baby. I know you were feeling good. Keep going.” 

“But, I… I don’t know what to do.” 

“Sure you do, sweetheart. You were just making yourself feel good all on your own,” his cheek is lightly pressed against yours as he whispers to you, keeping your hand in place just before your waistband. If he really wanted to, he could easily press his lips to your cheek, and you try shoving that fantasy deep down. 

“I just…”

“Do you need some help?” He asks, and it feels like the air has been knocked out of you. Steve was offering to help you touch yourself. Down there. 

“I… are you–I mean, I couldn’t ask you to do that–” 

“Sure you can. Go ahead. I might just say yes,” he chuckles lightly, his thumb brushing along yours as he waits. 

His big hand stays on yours, waiting for permission to continue. You almost forget how to breathe;  imagining that hand a few inches lower, rubbing between your legs while you press yourself back against his chest. His fingers circling around and around before he sticks his fingers–

“Well?” His voice breaks you from your trance, and you let out a shaky breath. 

You look over your shoulder to him, your lips mere centimeters from his own. He doesn’t move, though, and neither do you. Your eyes trail up from his mouth, up to his dark eyes as they stare directly into yours. 

“...Okay.”

“Okay, what?”

“...I want you to help me. Please.” 

“Help you… what?” The corner of his mouth quirks up in a teasing manner, trying to get you to elaborate more on what exactly it is you want him to do. 

Licking your lips, you look up at him through your lashes, your voice soft and pleading, “I… I want you to help me feel good. Please.” 

A low groan releases from the back of his throat, but he tries to cover it up as he clears it. 

“I can do that. Yep. Totally.” 

He keeps his hand on top of yours, and begins to move them both under the waistband of your shorts. You look down, watching your hands disappear under the piece of clothing– a shiver trailing down your back. 

“Open your legs, baby,” he taps your thigh with his free hand, and you bring your legs up, feet flat on the mattress, and knees bent as you slowly bring them apart. The pads of your fingertips move lower and lower, and you release a breath at the soft graze against your most sensitive part. 

“Oh…” you sigh softly, feeling Steve shift behind you, his hard cock more evident against you.

“Feel that?” He whispers, and the low husk of his voice practically sends your thoughts into haywire. “That’s where you want to try to touch the most. But not just yet…” 

He slowly circles your fingers, barely applying any pressure as he guides you before soon moving your fingers down even further, until they meet the wetness of your pussy. He runs your fingers up and down, having you carefully explore yourself. 

“You want to tease yourself. This is how you make yourself more wet.” 

A shaky breath escapes you, and you find yourself relaxing more and more against Steve. There’s a throbbing between your legs that almost hurts in the most delicious way, and you’re not sure if it’s due to the fact that you’re being touched there, or that it’s because Steve is the one helping you. He has your fingers teasing your wet hole, not quite pushing inside, but enough to let you know that you wanted more.

“You can even stick your fingers inside. Since you haven’t done this before, do just one,” his lips brush against your cheek. “I can feel how wet you are, so it should slide right in. Might feel a little awkward at first, though… but it’ll feel good the more you do it, baby.” 

You let out a barely there whimper, and you’re not sure if Steve heard you or not, considering the moaning of the woman on screen slowly begins to fill the room. But the movie was long forgotten, all you could think of was the way Steve’s lips felt as they brushed against your skin when he whispered directions to you and how much you just wanted this ache between your legs to relieve itself.  

Steve maneuvers your hand so that you are now slowly pushing one finger into your pussy. He was right, it did feel uncomfortable right away. It wasn’t a sensation you were used to, and part of you wondered if sex always felt like this and you were slowly starting to second guess yourself. But Steve made sure you kept your finger there, moving it in and out slowly with whispers of praises. 

I got you, baby.

It’ll feel so good, watch.

You’ll love this.

The words coming out of Steve’s mouth only make the sensation between your legs practically unbearable and before you know it, you’re automatically curling your finger as you try to ease the ache. A soft moan escapes, and you’re quick to cover your mouth but it’s too late. Steve had heard. 

He lets out a breathy laugh, keeping his hand in place while the other keeps hold of your shoulder. “Oh, that felt good, didn’t it?” 

Nodding, you feel him lower his head until his lips brush against your jaw, and you find yourself tilting your head. 

“Keep going, then,” he presses a light kiss to your jaw. “Go on, honey. Make yourself feel good. Let me hear you moan.”

“Fuck, Steve…” you whine as you close your eyes, moving your finger again at a smooth rhythm. You find your hips trying to lift up to meet with your finger each time you push it inside, and you slowly begin to lose yourself that you don’t realize the way Steve is watching you. 

With his hand still on top of yours, he has you pull your finger out, and moves your fingertips to your clit, swollen with the need to be touched. 

You gasp, following along with the movements of his fingers. Steve presses closer against you at the same time you push back against him, and he lets out a deep groan, which only sets you off even more. You feel so fucking good– you never knew that this was what you were missing out on. 

“You make such pretty noises,” Steve whispers. “Do you feel good?”

“Yes– God, Steve,” you mewl, starting to move your fingers faster. 

“I can tell. You are fucking dripping all over my fingers, sweetheart,” he pants softly, his lips parted against your cheek. “Want me to keep helping you out?” 

“Please…” 

At this point, you don’t even question if this is what should be happening between you and Steve, because suddenly he brings the hand off your shoulder to grab one of your breasts, and you feel like you could explode from pleasure right then and there. He massages it, first soft and then a little firmer, and all you can do is moan because fuck, you like the way his big hand feels on you this way. His thumb brushes against your nipple, and all the thoughts in your head are just gone because he is touching you just like you were earlier, as if he watched you do so the entire time. You didn’t even mind that Steve was touching you like this–his warm hand was tranquil and soothing, his touch a drug you were slowly becoming addicted to. 

The movements of your fingers circling your clit, Steve’s hand doing wonderous things to your tits, and the feel of his lips against your skin causes a wonderful feeling to build up within you. 

“Oh, Steve… I-I… oh fuck–”

“I got you, baby. Just let go, fuck… listen to how wet you are.” 

Steve starts to move both of your hands even faster, and you hear the wet sounds of your fingers moving around your pussy. The sound is practically erotic. His other hand pinches your nipple, and you’re not sure if you’re just lost in the lust of everything but you swear you feel him sloppily kissing your neck. Even the image of him doing so is stuck in your mind, and you feel yourself tipping over the edge of the precipice as you finally come undone. 

Moaning loudly, your back arches against his chest as your legs begin to shake, and your pussy clenches onto nothing. White flashes behind your eyelids and you swear you see stars and feel them rattling down your spine. Steve keeps hold of you, still playing with your chest while making sure your fingers still move. This time, you’re certain he is kissing your neck between soft praises. 

Yes, there you go.

Fuck, your moans are so pretty.

I got you, baby. 

Baby.

Falling slack against him, Steve soon sits back against the headboard, pulling you with him. His chest also rises along with yours, and you stay against him as you slowly come down from your high. Foggy brained, you slowly blink your eyes open and take in your room. The ridiculous jazz music from the porno plays again, and you completely forgot it was even on, too lost in your own lust-filled event that just took place. 

You finally realize that Steve’s hands are still in place, and it seems he does as well because he suddenly pulls them away. You become aware of your naked chest, and even though Steve was literally touching your chest mere minutes ago, you find yourself suddenly shy and cover up with your arms. 

“Oh, here,” Steve reaches down, grabbing your shirt as he holds it to you. 

“Th-thanks.” 

Slipping on your shirt, you move from between Steve’s legs to sit next to him as he clicks the remote, and the tv turns off. The silence hits both of you like a wave, and you feel as if you are stuck underwater as you both try coming up with something to say. 

“So, what’d you think?”

“Huh?” You look over at him as he motions to the tv. 

“The movie. Did you like it?” 

“Oh, um… I mean… it was okay.” 

“Yeah, it was actually pretty shitty,” he shrugs. “This shit isn’t nearly as real as it seems. Or as good as the real shit.” 

He looks down at you, his cheeks slightly flushed and pupils blown. You happen to glance down, and see the way his dick presses against his jeans, begging to be let out and touched. While you had no idea really what would feel good for Steve, part of you was dying to try to make him feel the same way he had helped you. 

“Um… do you… I mean, do you want–”

“Nah, don’t worry about it. I can take care of that when I leave. Which…” he looks at your clock, stretching his arms over his head. “It is kinda late. I should probably get going. I know you have to open tomorrow.” 

“Oh, right,” the disappointment in your voice confuses you. You weren’t sure if you wanted Steve to go or not. 

He stands up, fixing the front of his pants before running one hand through his hair. He looks around, grabbing the different tapes he brought before getting the one out of your VHS player. 

“I could leave these here for you if you want. You could use them before you go to bed, help you relax,” he smirks. 

You roll your eyes, before shaking your head. “I’ll be fine. Thanks, Steve.” 

He lifts his shoulders up before he grabs his bag and shoves them inside. Before he walks to your bedroom door, however, he leans across your bed, and presses a quick kiss to your cheek. 

You freeze, only to remember that Steve was always one to depart with a kiss on the cheek, temple, or forehead. He’s done this to you plenty of times. It doesn’t mean anything different. But… you can’t help but think maybe this one kiss is just a little different than the rest. 

“See ya, sweetheart.” 

With a final grin, Steve departs from your room, and you wait until you hear the closing of the front door to finally let out the breath you’ve been holding. Your mind races–recalling the events that just occurred on your bed moments ago. 

You just had your first ever orgasm.

With Steve Harrington helping urge you on. 

You think about the soft touch from his otherwise rough hands, and how they guided you through your pleasure. How his lips felt against your skin, and the way his breathing sounded as it fanned against your ear. While thinking about this, your hand soon begins to trail right back down under your waistband.

That same night, you had your second ever orgasm. 

#steve harrington x reader #steve harrington #steve harrington x f!reader #steve harrington x female reader #steve harrington imagine #steve harrington smut #steve harrington x f!reader smut #steve harrington fic #steve harrington gif #stranger things #stranger things fic #stranger things gif #joe keery

[underoospeterparker]

can we pleaseeee have a fic of Jade and fem reader being together on Tory's first day and Tory accidentally spills coffee on reader and when she tries to wipe it up Jade gets really pissed off and later just pulls Y/N to sit on her Lap.

this is so cute!

blurb, jade west x fem!reader, victorious

warnings: literally nothing except tiny bit of swearing

jade was forced to walk tori around the school to show her around by the guidance counsellor. apparently it would be good to 'broaden her horizons' by 'welcoming a new student to hollywood arts'. what a joke.

tori was, in short, the most basic girl jade had ever met. she was wearing the latest style, and of course, she carried a vanilla latte. her hair was platted to her face, clothes so bright it made jade want to vomit. disgusting.

"and.... here's the lockers. one last thing, and i swear to god, if you touch my girlfriend, i'll rip you to shreds-" jade was interrupted by a quiet voice.

"hi, baby!" you smiled up at your girlfriend. her usually angry eyes softened when she saw your smile. it never failed to brighten up her day.

"hi, sweetheart," your girlfriend murmured, letting out a small smile.

tori's annoying voice interrupted your conversation. "who's this?" she asked perkily, so cheerful it annoyed jade. in her eyes, you were the only one who could be bubbly in the mornings and she wouldn't get annoyed at you, ever. jade was a softie when it came to you.

jade rolled her eyes and proceeded to not respond, so you did it for her. "um, i'm (y/n), i'm, uh, jade's girlfriend." you stuck out your hand after your introduction, which tori took enthusiastically. "welcome to hollywood arts, i guess," you murmured.

you were kind of anxious introducing yourself to new people. you were scared of what they thought of you, which jade picked up on almost immediately. once people got to know you, they understood the person you really were.

jade grabbed your hand, squeezing it gently. her thumb gently stroked the back of your hand, trying to comfort you without words.

"you okay?" she said quietly.

"yeah, i'm good."

she smiled at you gently. "let's go eat?"

tori interrupted your conversation again. "do you mind if i join you guys? i don't really know anyone else yet, and-"

"sure, loser, you can hang with us."

the tables were crazy crowded, but you managed to find one outside. your table was you, jade, tori, beck, andre and robby.

while eating lunch, jade casually rested her hand on your thigh, and you loved the warmth of it. she always made you feel so safe with her.

tori suddenly stood up. "i'm just gonna go use the bathroom, i'll be right back-"

she got up from the table, but not before the remnants of her vanilla latte spilled all over you. the cup dropped to the floor and tori stood in shock. "oh my god, i am so sorry. here wait-"

she grabbed some tissues from a nearby table and tried to mop up the mess she had made on your clothes.

jade was watching the scene, infuriated with this girl who had just spilled a drink all over her girlfriend. "stop," she said calmly.

jade effortlessly pulled you onto her lap, where you rested comfortably as she tried to remove the stains on your shirt herself. she was so gentle. after trying her best, your shirt still looked like an absolute shit show.

you looked down, giggling at what you saw on your shirt. jade took the opportunity to plant a kiss on your forehead. she mumbled against your forehead, "i swear, i'm gonna kill that girl."

I have another jade west x reader fic coming soon!

#jade west #jade west x reader #fluff #victorious

[thelightsandtheroses]

there's art to life's distraction | marcus pike x female reader

Summary: A meet cute on Valentine’s Day? That only happens in the movies, doesn’t it? Word count: 1564 Warnings: mentions of wine and canapes. Otherwise this is just slightly anxious meet cute fluff! Pairing: Marcus Pike x female reader Notes: Hi @burntheedges, here is your gift for the Space Sisters valentine's gift exchange.I hope you don’t mind me trying Marcus P for the first time. I saw him on your prompt list and meet cutes and couldn’t resist. I so hope you love this meet cute which had to be set on Valentine's for the extra vibes 💕 The title is from Hozier's Someone New because I saw some hozier lyrics on your blog bio and wanted to make a little link to that.

You meet him at an art opening. It was a personal goal to attend the gallery, expanding your cultural knowledge; self-development or something like that. It might have been because more that you hadn’t left the house except for work or groceries in weeks and you were easily seduced by warm white wine and free canapés.

The canapés were actually pretty good.

It feels less cliched than sitting alone in your apartment on Valentine’s once again, or better than some terribly organised ‘singles’ night’. Why shouldn’t you go out and spend some time appreciating art just because it’s Valentine’s Day?  You weren’t meant to be on your own for this, but your friend now is working late, your other friends are all with their partners and so here you are.

You’re okay with this though. You can be cultured and sip your … well, you’re not quite sure it’s legally classifiable as wine.

It’s a mistake, this evening is a mistake.

This isn’t a nice simple introductory art gallery. This is beyond Avant Garde or a modern exhibition. This is highly experimental and bold. Apparently, it has a reputation for this, one you didn’t know about before seeing the flyer. It’s a baptism of fire and you suddenly feel so unprepared.

You’re surrounded by couples, or by art students analysing each work carefully, and your loneliness feels starker than ever. You’re not sure if you’re analysing the works correctly, but it’s all about feeling anyway, right?

You’re here though and this is meant to about broadening your horizons, appreciating art.  Maybe you should have eased into this though - gone to the National Gallery of Art or Portrait Gallery, rather than straight into this.

You can do this. You’ve got this.

 You move to a quieter corner of the gallery and carefully try to analyse what a particularly obtuse modern installation could mean.

Five minutes and you can go home. You’ll even treat yourself to a coffee, you think.

“Interesting,” you mumble to yourself.

“How so?” a low voice asks behind you.

You turn around. The man is good looking, there’s no denying that. He’s all deep, dark eyes and stubble, wearing a smart coat over what looks like his work suit.

There’s a warmth that radiates around him, something that makes you want to answer him, rather than ignore him and move on.

“Uh, well -” Shit, what if he’s the artist? “It’s very blue.”

“Blue?”

“Yuh huh.” You have a fucking postgraduate degree and all you can think is it’s very blue? You curse yourself inwardly. Maybe, just maybe you should have taken that art theory class in college instead of introduction to media.

Or perhaps you shouldn’t be so distracted by the good-looking man beside you.

“I see.” There’s a devilish twinkle in his eye, one that draws you in immediately.

“What’s your take then?” you ask, arching an eyebrow.

“It’s really, really blue,” he replies, deadpan and without meaning to, you feel your mouth twitch, the hint of a laugh or a smile teeters.

He looks cute when he smiles.

“Well, I was onto something there clearly.”

“It’s uh, got some feeling though. Sad but hopeful. That’s my take.”

You look at the painting again. “It’s raw. Very blue, but raw.”

“Exactly.”

“Actually, I think it’s kind of pretentious.”

“Hmm, that too,” he says with a smile.

“Oh no, you’re not the artist, are you?” you ask, horror dawning on you. Why did you have to add that? Of course it’s pretentious, it’s an art gallery in DC.

“No, no, not at all I just - I like art. All art really. I think there’s something special in capturing a moment, or a feeling, or - it’s real.”

“I can understand that. I’m not really I’m much of an art expert but that’s how I feel about music.”

“Exactly.”

You don’t want to let this fleeting moment go. You want to hold on to it just a little longer, a little tight.

It’s Valentines and you’re surrounded by couples and here’s this very attractive, well put together man talking art with you and he’s not being sleazy or weird, but he seems genuinely interested in talking to you. 

“So, what do you think of this one then?” you ask, moving to the next painting.

“Ooof, where do we start?” the stranger jokes.

“You’re not the artist on any of these, are you?”

“Nope, and I don’t know any of the artists, so don’t worry about my feelings. You can tell me just how blue something is. Or pretentious.”

“I think the second thing is almost taken for granted at a gallery like this.”

“How did you hear about this place then?”

“I pass it on my way home and I uh, work -  I like art.”

You haven’t missed his correction and immediately ask, “Collector or historian?”

“Neither.” There’s a twinkle in his eye that implies he’s certain you won’t guess his profession.

“Appraiser?”

“Nope.”

“Critic?” you ask sceptically.

He laughs at that one. “No.”

“Aha? I know, art fraudster.”

“So close, but so far.”

“Oof, mystery man then. So mystery art lover, do you have a name?”

Who are you right now? You never act this bold, never initiate flirting like this, there’s something about him though. He makes you feel at ease, calm and reassured. It’s novel, especially considering he’s a stranger.

“Marcus,” he says softly.

“Hi,” you say before you share your name in response almost automatically, noticing the way it sounds on his lips as he repeats it back.

His smooth voice fills your stomach with butterflies, a tingling hint of desire surfaces on hearing him say your name. You think about what it would sound like outside of the art gallery, outside of this context, with him closer so you can smell that heady cologne more or have him whisper.

“So what bought you here?” he asks.

“I saw the flyer earlier in the week and it seemed like fun, or at least a better way to spend an evening.” You take a sip of the wine and wince slightly.

“That was until you tried the wine, huh?”

“The canapés really implied it would be better wine.”

“That’s how they suck you in.”

You both laugh and are immediately glared at by another patron. Marcus’ smile is magnetic though and you find yourself not feeling embarrassed.

“Would you - would you like to get a cup of coffee? If you’re finished here, of course,” he asks. “There’s a decent coffee shop around the corner and we could uh, finish our conversation? Only if you want.”

“Sure.” You get to hold on to this moment for just a little longer.

The air outside is cool but not overtly . The night has reached that moment where it’s dark but not menacing while the streetlights gleam around you. You walk side by side, your fingers very occasionally brushing as you feel the featherlight hint of his fingers against your own as you turn a corner. You brush against his coat, catch a lingering hint of a woody cologne that immediately entices you closer.

“I want to get more into art,” you admit. “It’s not something I’ve necessarily prioritised before. I mean, we’re in DC and there are amazing galleries and museums.”

“But you dived right into one of the most experimental galleries in DC?” he asks with a smile.

“I believe it’s important to immerse yourself fully,” you lie smoothly.

He coughs, suppressing a chortle. “I can respect that. There are some amazing galleries in this city to explore though. It’s one of the reasons that I like that I moved here.”

“Where were you before?”

“New York.” You don’t need an art or a psychology degree to notice the way his face shifts; how his lips tilt slightly downward, eyes avoid you. There’s a story there.

“I’ve never been,” you admit and then change the subject, sensing his unease. “What are the other reasons?”

“Coffee and we’re here,” he says lightly, indicating a small hole-in-the-wall cafe just ahead of you both. There are no fussy or brash valentine’s decorations and while you notice a couple of couples inside, it doesn’t feel as high pressure as another cafe or restaurant would.

Five minutes later, you’re both perched at a small table with steaming, hot cups in front of you.

“At least we can talk here without any glares,” you say.

“Ooh, yeah, you don’t want to mess with artists or art students. Trust me.”

The conversation flows naturally; music you like, books you’ve read and it feels like you’ve known Marcus so much longer.

There’s no pressure, no impending sense of alarm or panic. It feels right. Sitting here with Marcus feels like where you need to be now and like you’ve known him for years.

It’s shaping up for more than friendship. There’s a fission, a flare of desire and sweet anticipation.

It’s you who suggests a real date, to your own surprise. You love the way he responds, the way his eyes light up and brighten, the crinkle of his brow, the smile that feels so sincere.

“You beat me to it,” he says softly, “Yeah, I’d really like that.”

Maybe it wasn’t such a bad idea to go to the art opening alone on Valentine’s Day, you think. Maybe, just maybe, it was kismet.

#marcus pike x reader #marcus pike x female reader #SpaceSistersSecretValentine

[elderwisp]

◁ || ▷ now playing

Atlas: So I was thinking, since I hung out with you tonight, would you like to go to a concert this Saturday with me?

Taryn: Hmm…

Atlas: It won’t be like a typical get-together but we can maybe broaden each other’s horizons.

Taryn: I… [ her voice trails off ]

Atlas: Aye captain.

Taryn: [ laughs ] Okay, fuck it?

Atlas: Hell yeah.

Kai: [ the screen door rattles ]

Taryn: Oh, hey!

Kai: Atlas?

Atlas: Sup. Soo… How was it?

Kai: Fine- Sorry, I was not expecting to see you here. Dan mentioned something came up.

Atlas: Taryn invited me over for champurrado.

Kai: Right… But you keep bailing.

Atlas: I wanted to try something different, ya know?

Kai: You don’t think you could have at least committed to our plans?

Atlas: You know me, always going wherever the wind takes me. Besides, it’s not like this was something serious.

Kai: And champurrado is?

Taryn: [ nervously ] Uhh… Kai, Atlas and I are going to a concert this weekend, you should come with us!

Atlas: Hold up-

Taryn: [ interjects ] It shouldn’t be an issue, besides, it’ll solve the whole ordeal from tonight!

Kai: I dunno.

Taryn: It’ll be fine! Come!

Atlas: On that note… It’s getting late.

Taryn: I’ll walk you out.

Kai: [ a deep sigh leaves his lips ] oh my god.

#PHEW that was a long scene #and then the next few are just as long with dan frances aaaaaand [redacted] #AND THEN concert TIME #also i would like to add i animated the poses in the gif that was fun! #gif warning #tessellate #show us your story

[couldawouldashoulda50]

Toi et Moi

A/N - Happy Birthday yesterday @leafs-lover - this is my fic for your birthday celebration. It’s waaaay longer than I had planned (11+k words) but I wanted to try and get some previous ideas pulled together into one fic.  This still falls under William Nylander and the reader who is a global super-star in her own right.  

I’m sorry - I can only write about Willy Styles for now but I’m starting to have some thirsty thoughts about a handful of other players; I plan to keep broadening my horizons 🙂

I hope you like this regardless.  

Warnings: 18+ content, general smut (p in v, oral m receiving), swearing, pregnant reader feeling insecure, discussions of jealousy

November, 2023 - Stockholm

“Fuck….William…” you pant.  “Oh…my…god…. – oh no…shit - what time is it?”

“We’re good - we got time” William grunts as he continues to buck his hips, pounding his cock deep into you.  “Fuck Y/N….you feel too fuckin’ good”.

You and William finally had a couple of hours to spend alone together after days of him being in the spotlight during the Leafs visit to Stockholm for the NHL Global Series.   With the first game against Detroit behind them, William had once again been thrust into the eye of the media hurricane that ensued after his 3 point showing.  His goal and two assists helped the Leafs win a come from behind game which only helped to bolster the overall frenzy over William’s (and the other Swedish members from the 4 teams) return to Sweden. 

While William, the team, and the WAGs that came along on the trip stayed at a luxury hotel in the city, you opted to stay at the apartment where you and William now consider “home-base” during the off-season; it was the safest bet for you to remain away from the cameras that were all but guaranteed to be following William this week. The apartment is, by far, one of the happiest places on earth for you and you had been looking forward to coming back to it, albeit a a different time of year.  The times that William and you have spent together in this space are nothing short of perfection and the present moment, with William underneath you, was certainly no exception.

William’s hands move skilfully around your body as your hips rock back and forth, grinding and forcing his cock deeply inside of you.  You catch William watching you; his expression is a mix of deep desire and ultimate pleasure and he smiles at you when your eyes lock on each other.  

“Fuck, William….” you sigh as the corners of your lips form a tiny smirk, followed by a full grin.  Your mouth drops open as the tip of his cock, coupled with his thick girth, hits the perfect spot while stretching you just right; your walls respond by gripping his cock even tighter.  You can feel a fresh release of slickness seep from your core and a distinct groan comes from William as thrusts become faster and harder.   

He sits up and kisses you madly; in doing so, you slide further down taking his entire length inside of you.  A jolt of pleasure shoots up through your body and you can’t help but to tightly grab a fistful of William’s hair as you bury your face in the crook of his neck.  It feels like you - your whole body is dangling from a cliff and you grasp at his body like he’s your only saviour.

What William doesn’t say with words during these moments, he more than makes up for it with a symphony of the most sensual and erotic sounds.  Normally every grunt, moan and growl that’s forced through his gritted teeth shows you what you do to him and you, in turn, close your eyes and allow yourself to completely melt into him.  

In this moment however, thoughts in your mind begin to converge between feeling the ultimate pleasure with the love of your life and uncertainty that swirls in your mind with William’s new heights with his celebrity.

You desperately try to stay in the moment with William as he sucks on your earlobe, sending another high-voltage shock through your body.  

You press your forehead against his jawline and graze your lips against the base of his muscular neck, mouthing the words “I love you” over and over against his skin.  You taste the delicious salt of his skin as you leave open mouthed kisses along his shoulder blades and over his collar bone.  

William’s strong arms have you fully enveloped, pulling you into him even closer, he pumps his cock upwards into you.  The slapping sound of William driving into you grows even louder, echoing alongside your strained cries throughout the entire apartment.   Your ass, tits and thighs give way to the ripple effect of each powerful thrust; your body’s reflection in a nearby full length mirror is on full display and it catches William’s gaze.  He watches you in the mirror as you ride and grind his cock with such fervent passion that he loses complete control and erupts deep within you, grunting and groaning with each twitch from the after effects of his orgasm.  He holds you in place for a moment, and once his lips find yours again, he kisses you deeply, releasing a long moan into your mouth as his hands glide effortlessly over your glistening skin.

“Shit, I came before you didn’t I?” he said, huffing breathlessly, his lips still pressed against yours.  His hands move up to your face, brushing some of your sweaty tendrils away from your face.  

He looks at you and smiles; his thumbs lightly stroke the delicate skin on either side of your mouth.

“You’re so fucking unbelievably beautiful…”

You bashfully smile, looking down from his gaze…your eyes landing on the shine of his thick chain around his broad neck.  “So are you,” you said softly.

You can feel William’s cock softening, still inside of you.  His seed begins to drip from your entrance but he remains holding you in place on top of his lap. 

“You ok?  I know we don’t have a ton of time right now to take care of you… but you know I’ll make this up to you, right?” William said gently.

“Mmmm-hmmm…you know you give me multiple orgasms regularly…I think I can let this one go” you said jokingly, followed by a soft kiss on his mouth.  

“But are you doing ok?  I know been a fucking circus since I got here…and I know I’m kind of being pulled in all different directions - ” 

“William” you gently interrupt him, cupping his face and smiling.  “This is such a huge moment for you…for every Swede on all the teams.  I’m just so fucking proud of you, I could almost burst.  And to watch your family get to see what you do…live…at home in Sweden - it’s fucking amazing.  This is a once in a lifetime thing, and I want you to take in as much as you can.  Trust me, I’ve loved watching every single moment of what’s happened here.”

William kisses you again, and helps you slide off his lap, murmuring words of love to you. He helps you onto your side, his arms wrap around you and you nestle your face into his chest.

“I sort of wish our relationship was more out in the open now though - I feel bad that you’re always sort of in the background and not out taking pictures with me” William confessed.

Since you and William officially began dating, both of your ultra-private tendencies kicked into high gear.  It’s not always been easy; when William is asked about any part of his personal life, he averts spilling any details except for a few crumbs about Pablo and Banksy, friends and family.  You have done the same during interviews and have become a master at giving answers with no real details associated with them.  It’s worked well for the most part, allowing your relationship to flourish without being under a microscope.  You were able to date, move in together, become engaged, get pregnant and married without a whiff to anyone that didn’t respect your right to privacy.  Up to this point, neither of you seemed to be in a rush to make your joint lives public; you both lived by the adage “if it ain’t broke, don’t fix it” and it has led to a happy and harmonious life so far.  

Until now, that is.

Prior to arriving in Sweden, you thought long and hard about remaining in the background during the week, despite being involved in some of the more publicized events that would occur during the week. You were one of the primary investors in the “Börje” docuseries that was premiering early in the week, however, you opted to be dropped off at the back entrance of the theatre, while William, his teammates and his family took pictures together in the front.  It was during these photo ops that William began to feel very strongly that no matter the recourse with the media and the public, he wanted you next to him. 

You had also begun to wish you hadn’t covered-up and protected your relationship as much as you had now.  One of the biggest moments of his life, and you, his wife, pregnant with your first child, was nowhere to be seen, at least not in the pictures.  You had desperately wanted the attention to remain on the teams at the Global Series, but it now seemed with the sacrifice of your own making, it appeared like you did not exist in his life at all.  You had always thought it was not the “outside world’s” business to know about the details of your personal life but now, to be able to stand with William as part of his world, meant more than keeping everything under wraps.

The nights were even lonelier, leaving William at the hotel and you returning to the apartment without him.  While you were exhausted most of the time, too many thoughts derived from some of your deepest insecurities started to bounce around in your mind, keeping you awake for far too long.  

The pregnancy lately only exacerbated those insecurities.  Prior to leaving for Sweden, you had driven William to one of his last practices and hung out with some of the staff while the team was on the ice.  

While at the rink, you relaxed as you waited leaning back in your chair with your feet up on another, Mitch came into the lounge afterward bellowing a “whoa!  Big Momma’s in the house!  Tone - hey - …c’mere for a sec.”  

Auston enters the room giving you his normal shit-eating grin.  

“Doesn’t she look bigger than yesterday?”

You look at Mitch, your mouth slightly agape, trying to process what in the tom-fuck he’s got going on in his brain, only able to shake your head at the comment.

Auston tries to stifle a chuckle and turns to Mitch “She looks like she’s gonna fuckin kick your ass dude”.

“What?  Well - maybe not bigger…more like thicker…”

Mitch’s comment wouldn’t have bothered you so much if, let’s say, you hadn’t sat in the corner of your massive walk-in closet, hating how you looked in every single item of clothing (that still fit) the night before.  

“That’s essentially the same thing as being bigger - Jesus Mitch” you chuckle.

“You still look good though….look, I was just saying the baby’s getting bigger…” Mitch trails off, trying not to sound too defensive.  

You get up from the chair.  “Awh, Mitchy…it’s all good.  Big Momma still loves you” you said, patting him on the shoulder before walking out of the room.  You overhear Auston chuckling at Mitch saying “you’re such an idiot”.

You see Max (Domi) and give him a quick hug before heading into the washroom for some solitude.  It was these little moments in time - the little innocuous comments that weren't meant to be hurtful but just came out wrong - that badly skewed your perception of yourself when you allowed them to.  Being a performer, with all of its perks - it had dented your self-esteem in ways that you yourself are still trying to comprehend, even after all of these years.

Now that you are in Sweden, you’re acutely aware that there are an impossible number of beautiful women (yes - a Shoresey reference)  just in Stockholm alone, and have yourself convinced that 99.9% of them want your husband.  The way that your mind played out the scenario is that William might want a little taste on the side too.

“Y/N?  Did I lose you or something” William chuckles.

You look up at him and all of his handsome features and suddenly, you feel a pin-prick feeling from your eyes as a tear threatens to fall from the corner.

You hesitated saying anything for a few moments but quickly realized your emotions were getting the better of you.  “Fuck…we don’t have time for this” you quietly said, trying to discreetly wipe your eyes.

“It’s ok - we’ve got time…out with it, what’s going on?” 

You mentally joke that William has said ‘we got time’ already when he was balls deep in you so your radar is now up…he probably has no idea at all.

You paused a bit longer, gathering your thoughts together.  

“I don’t know…I’ve got all of this stupid shit running through my head lately.  I’m trying to get a hold of it but it’s really kind of fucking with me”.  

You try and not let out a sob and try to stop the tears. 

“Try not to judge me for thinking this….every time that I see a beautiful girl within 100 feet of you, I think you’re going to ditch me and run off with her….and given we're here, in the fucking land of the beautiful people…I just can’t get a grip….it’s driving me mental…”, you said, a tiny smile forms through your tears.

William chuckled lightly.  

“Please don’t get me wrong - I do love to see all the attention, all the recognition - all the outpouring of love for you this week.  All those times your character was completely ripped apart in the media coming out of Toronto…it made my blood boil.  I always thought ‘if those people only knew…if they could really see you - how gifted of a player you are, how hard you work, and how good of a person you are…they’d just shut the fuck up’.  But now….I don’t know…I guess now that everyone else has caught up to what your people already knew…and I hate myself a little for saying this but everything seems like it’s completely different now.  I’m feeling so uneasy about all of this…like maybe you’re going to want to be single again…maybe go on a bit of a sex bender, have a different taste of the week…something like that.”

As long as William had known you, he had always been perplexed about the level of self-doubt you had, but seldom revealed.  He could never quite figure out where it all stemmed from.  You were exceptionally talented, hugely successful, extremely intelligent, and had a heart as deep as an ocean.  You were amazing to your family and friends.  William often mused that he has never been loved so passionately by a partner,  nor had someone that was so openly devoted to him.  

All of this, and you were a total knock-out; an absolutely stunning beauty.  William would sometimes lie there quietly as you slept and just watch you breathe.  He tried not to disturb you but as always, he would give into the urge to glide his hand over and around your stomach; his fingers lightly and slowly trailing past your belly-button, and ever so delicately, his middle finger would touch the top of your slit.  His tongue would create a glossy trail along the curve of your breast and would move eagerly to your pointed nipple, lapping and swirling around the peak until he heard the moans escape from your mouth.  

It’s through these moments, touching you - the constant urge of knowing he had to have you, when William hoped you could feel how deep his love for you is.  Spending countless hours, with him talking into your forehead and you into his chest (simply because neither of you were willing to break free from your embrace) he felt you letting your guard down and any doubts kicking around in your head would dissolve.

Tears were beginning to fall steadily, saturating William’s chest.  You hated these moments when you were feeling so vulnerable, especially about William.  

You continued, speaking softly.  “It’s all the changes that are going to happen once Little One arrives.  Just picture it…after the baby’s born….how are you going to feel when you get home from a long road trip and I’m a grumpy mess and the baby’s crying and the dogs are barking, and there’s no food in the house and there’s just shit…everywhere.  This is what greets you when you walk in?  What happens if this…your new home life…drives you to feeling like you want to get out…escape back to your single life…and the first thing you end up doing is diving between some model’s thighs who slipped into your DM’s…”, you lament.  

You finally say “It’s just…with all of this" rubbing the roundness of your belly, “I just don't want to do any of this without you…and I’m having trouble shaking these thoughts,” your voice sounding small, filled with anguish.

William pulled you in even closer, your head rising and falling on his chest with each breath he took.  The wetness from your tears had pooled, trapped between your cheek and William’s chest.  You lift your head, wiping his chest off with your hand and softly pressed kisses along his skin before burying your face back into his body.

“Look Y/N, I get it.  I totally do.  I maybe never said it but I sometimes feel sorta the same thing.  Like, when we were at Lollapalooza, you were up there on stage with all these rock star guys just killin’ it.  I could see the way the guys looked at you, like they were in awe of you.   Like they worshipped you in a way.  I admit it, I got jealous. Like really fucking jealous.  I didn’t know the bands or the songs - fuck, even Linus and Sandy were singing along - I guess I felt like a bit of an idiot.  Like maybe you deserved a lot better than me”.  William plants a long kiss on the top of your head. 

William continued; “I know this stuff scares you and you’re spinning all of these worst case scenarios…do you really believe I’m just going to walk away from you, from our baby, from this life just to fuck other pretty girls?  And I know you’re going to say that it happens all the time…and yeah, it does.  But there’s also couples that are perfect for one another.  I think that’s you and me.”

William lifts your left hand so it’s within your view.  He thumbs your engagement ring that is nestled alongside your wedding band. 

“Toi et Moi…” William said, bringing your hand to his lips.  The duality of the reference makes your heart melt; for you, it not only alludes to the two-stone design of the ring, but the memory those three words hold.

*flashback to July, 2022*

William had first seen the Toi et Moi design vacationing with you and his family in Saint Tropez in the off-season the year prior.  The trip itself was one of the gifts you have given him for his 26th birthday; a trip anywhere he wanted with whomever he wanted.  Once the shock of your generous gift wore off, he barely needed to even think about it; William chose the French Riviera with the most important people in his life.

A few days into the vacation, parents Camilla and Michael departed for a day alone at the beach, followed by a trip to the open air market.  William and Alex had ventured into town while you and the sister contingent of his family stayed back at your villa, relaxing in the sun by the pool.  

The brothers meandered through the streets amongst the many tourists that flocked to the stunning French coastline during the summer.  The trip had been the perfect antidote for Alex; he had recently broken up with his girlfriend and had been testy and grouchy ever since.  Alex was in his element now, being surrounded by beautiful girls in short summer dresses, and he embraced his singledom wholeheartedly.  William ribbed his brother incessantly as Alex was constantly swivelling his head around to survey each girl as they passed by.  They continued on to the shops and cafes that dotted the waterfront, chatting about nothing but laughing at everything.

They stopped at Cafe de Paris which had a street level patio with an amazing view of the port.  The deep blue sky was completely cloudless and save for all the yachts in the harbour, it was hard to distinguish where the water ended and the sky began.    

Once seated under the outdoor canopy, Alex removes his sunglasses and soaks in the view.  

“Fuuuuuck….look at this.  This…is pretty incredible, no?” 

“Yeah, this whole trip has been amazing.  Y/N was a little nervous about going on her first Nylander family vacation but I think it’s going pretty good”, William said while taking in the view.

“I still can’t believe she gave you a trip…a trip for your entire family…just for your birthday.  Fuck dude…it’s not even a ‘big’ birthday”, Alex teases.  “Man, I don’t know what you must do to her….”

William laughs his trademark laugh.

“Scratch that.  I know what you do to her…I’ve heard you two going at it more than once”, Alex said, dripping with sarcasm and rolling his eyes.

“Bit bitter, eh?” William chuckles at his brother’s sour expression.

“Fuck, c’mon man….” Alex said, leaning back in his seat.  “It’s hard not to be a little envious….your girlfriend - she’s famous as fuck, stunning as fuck, rich as fuck.  You’re pretty fucking greedy….you know that?” Alex backhands William’s upper arm.

William laughs even harder.

“She’s also kind as fuck, funny as fuck, talented as fuck, and smart as fuck too…she picked me after all.  It’s the Nylander charm….”, William goads him on, as he backhands Alex’s arm in return.  “Maybe you should try it some time….” 

“Low blow fucker… I’ve heard enough out of you” Alex deadpans, followed by a smirk.

The banter dissipates as they both peruse the drink menu.  

“Ohhhhh yeah….Porn Star Martini” William chuckles.  

“Yeah…it figures you’d go for that, pornstar…seems fitting” Alex said sardonically, his lips curling into a smile afterward.  

“You might want to think about ordering a couple - maybe you need to up your game a little with the laaa-dies”, William said, tongue in cheek.

“Oh my God William - fuuuuuck off….” Alex said, shaking his head.

The server arrives at their table and William orders the drinks for both he and Alex.  The men had decided on a lunch full of rich French fare; Baked Mussels, Croque-Monsieur and Beef Tartar.

The Martinis are going down pretty easy so Alex tells the server to keep them coming.  They have nowhere specific to be, at least not for the next few hours, so they settle in for a relaxed afternoon.  The conversation is typical; they trade notes on their sister’s boyfriends (potential or otherwise), gossip about mutual friends and their ongoing sagas, family drama, and about what the next hockey season may bring.  They continue to people-watch - mostly girls (William’s not really looking - not that much anyway - just helping his brother out) that are out shopping or out sunbathing on the yachts that are moored at the marina.  

After lunch and a few too many beverages, Alex and William decide to move on, needing a walk to sober them up a little.  They take their time strolling along Rue François Sibilli and window-shop the luxury boutiques to see if there’s anything intriguing to buy.

As they continue to wind their way along the narrow streets, William’s phone buzzes with a notification - a text from his sister, Stephanie.  A picture of you and William’s parents appears, standing around the island of the gourmet kitchen in the villa.  You and Michael appear to be prepping food, and Camilla is standing and watching; all of you seem to be mid-laugh.  There are half-full wine glasses near each of you.  

William is entranced by the photo, his heart feels like it could burst with happiness.  

William turns to Alex and shows Alex the picture that Stephanie sent.  Alex smiles faintly saying “Awh…great picture”.  Alex leans in closer and reads Stephanie’s text [in Swedish] “I hope you marry her so we can keep her.  Or we can just vote Alex off the island and she take his spot” 

“Real fucking nice - she’s getting chucked in the pool for that one”, Alex’s slight irritation showing.  William had missed seeing the text, and giggled once he read it.  He felt a little bad for Alex, but he laughed at the expression on his face anyway.

 “I was going to do this after we all got home after our trips but…I think I want to get Y/N something now from the family to say thank-you to her”.  

“Yeah - good idea…..what would she be into - what do you think she’d like?” Alex asked.

“That’s the problem.  I could show up with an old t-shirt of mine wrapped in a paper bag and she’d be over the moon….”, William said.  “Well, maybe not that as a thank you for spending thousands of dollars on our family but you know what I mean…she’s seriously like that though”, William confided.  “I don’t know…I want to get her something that’s really special…something that will always make her remember her first vacation with me…with all of us”.   

“Ha - you are so fucking whipped….” Alex said jokingly as William shot him a warning glance

Alex put up his hands in defence “Don’t get all pissy - I was going to say that she really is awesome...Mom, Dad, the rest of the family - including me…before I get voted off, that is  - she seems to fit right in.  You’re lucky….considering what everyone thought about my last girlfriend, I can tell you that it REALLY fucking sucks to have Mom and Dad disapprove, let alone anyone else in the family.”  

Alex nods in the direction of a jewellery store.  “Get her some jewellery.  Fuck, you cannot go wrong with that”, Alex said.  

They enter the small but elegant boutique, and are greeted by a stylish and attractive young woman.   Her smile widens at the gorgeous Swedes, unintentionally blushing when they return the smile.  

In a demure voice, with a hint of seduction and a distinct French accent, she asks if the men speak English.  They respond yes, and just to catch her attention, Alex adds “Oui” after he responds.  It was a small gesture but it worked…Alex had no trouble getting her to focus on him.  Alex sees from her name tag that her name is Eloise and commits it to his memory.

“What can I help the gentlemen with today?” Eloise asks sweetly.

“Bonjour, Eloise…that’s such a beautiful name” Alex said, appearing more smitten by the second.  “My - my brother’s looking for a gift for his girlfriend”.

Eloise looks at William, and a wide smile appears on her face “You are brothers - ah oui, I can see it now!” she giggles.  

The group chuckles and Eloise smiles at Alex “Je m’excuse…excuse me - un moment” she turns as she heads through a door leading  into the backroom of the store.  The brothers begin to look at the brilliant pieces though the display cases while they hear Eloise faintly talking to someone else in French.

Eloise reappears with another woman, more mature in years than Eloise but equally as beautiful.  Eloise introduces the other associate as Juliette and explains Juliette will be assisting William, while Eloise helps Alex.  It was obvious it was a ploy for Eloise’s attention to remain solely on Alex, and Alex did not mind one bit.

Juliette motions for William to take a seat in one of the plush chairs in front of a glass display case.  She introduces herself and William does the same.  The two make small talk which flows easily.  Eventually the pair shoot a glance toward Eloise and Alex and jointly chuckle.  On the surface, Alex and Eloise appeared to just be looking at different selections of jewellery but their body language told a completely different story.  You could see the temperature rising between them every time they shared a mere glance at one another.

Juliette turns back to William and begins to ask questions about what he’s looking for.

“Eloise tells me you are looking for a gift for your girlfriend…how very lovely,” Juliette gently said, smiling.  “Is it a gift for a special occasion?  Birthday?  Anniversaire - oh, quel est le mot…your Anniversary?”

“It’s meant to be a thank you from me and my family.  She gave us all a trip here to Saint Tropez and I wanted to give her something special to show how much this meant to me…and well, to my family too.” William explains.

“Mon Dieu, that’s wonderful…” Juliette smiled brightly.  “Bien sur, of course…I will help you choose something perfect for your love.  Can you tell me a little more about what she might like?  Diamonds or Gemstones?  Colour of Gold?  Things like that.”

“I’m actually more into jewellery than she is, I think.  I’m really into David Yurman and have been since my Mom gave my brother and I these chains when we were little. So - um, I’m a little more flashy when it comes to jewellery than her”  William smiles.  “When I have seen her wear something for a long period of time, it’s mostly because it has a sentimental meaning behind it.”

“Have you been together for a long time?” Juliette asks.

William thinks for a moment.  “Well, we’ve really only been an ‘official’ couple since last fall, but we’ve known each other since 2016.  It took us a really, really long time to finally be able to be together.  It’s a long story.” William said with a grin.  “She’s a pretty amazing girl”.

Juliette smiles at William.  She can hear it in his voice that he is very much in love.  

“I’m so happy to hear that…I can hear how much you care for her.” Juliette said warmly.

William glances at Eloise and Alex for a moment and laughs to himself at the sight of them; flirting is in full swing between the two with doe eyes being exchanged.  He thinks that’s exactly how you and him look at each other, with the big difference being that he wants you for his forever, not for just a “perfect for right now”.

Having already discussed a budget (which William wasn’t interested in setting any kind of dollar limit), Juliette begins to bring pieces from various collections for William to view.  She lays the velvet boards out in front of him and smiles to herself when she sees his eyes grow wide and bright at the options presented.  

“Oh…wow…this one is interesting.  There’s something really unique about it…” William’s eyes dance as he looks intently at the details of the diamond necklace laid before him.  

“Ah oui - yes, that necklace is a very special piece and is part of the ‘Toi et Moi’ collection, meaning ‘You and Me’ en anglais..in English.  The design has historical importance, especially here in France.  In the 18th century, Napoleon presented Josephine with the very first ‘Toi et Moi’ ring, which we have in various styles in another case over there.  As with this necklace, two lovers are represented by each diamond, and the design, the stones being set together as they are here, represents the two loves meeting,” Juliette explains.  “Toi et Moi - You and Me….it’s very romantic, no?”

“It’s perfect” William said, running his fingers over the white gold setting and along each of the diamonds.  “I know she’ll love it….the history of it even….she’s even fluent in French, so the whole France/Napoleon connection is awesome.”  

“Oh, ma coeur, a girl after my own heart…that is lovely!  A very strong and loving connection, that is what I see you two have, so this necklace is the essence of you both.” 

Juliette couldn’t help it but William had already endeared himself to her.  She could feel his utter devotion to you, and it resonated with Juliette deeply.  She had found the very same thing with her late husband and to see William speak about you so adoringly, her heart felt full knowing that kind of pure love still existed.

“I will definitely take the necklace, and I see there’s a bracelet too….I’d like both please.”  

William looked toward the other display case.  “Can you show me a Toi et Moi ring?” he asked.

William's heart momentarily raced at the thought of looking at a ring for you, let alone an engagement ring…although, he knew it wasn’t the right time to propose to you, not just yet.  It wasn’t because he was unsure about wanting to be with you; he wanted the two of you to experience more of day to day life together and hopefully move in together for the coming season.  

Juliette brought a small selection of the rings to William and explained how the rings could be completely customized.

Eloise looked over at Juliette as she handed one of the rings to William to inspect.  

“Ohhh!  Alex…ton frѐre…is he looking at engagement rings?” Eloise gasped lightly with a wide grin.

Alex’s eyes darted toward William as he stood there holding the ring between his thumb and index finger.

“William…wait, are you serious?” Alex said, his serious tone apparent.  

“Don’t freak out, I was just looking.  The design of the ring is crazy…it’s perfect.  After everything we went through, I don’t think there’s any other ring that comes close to actually being ‘us’... this one definitely does.  When it’s time, I think this is what I want to give to her”,  

“Phew…ok.  Yeah - it’s really beautiful.”  Alex looks back towards Eloise, relief washing over his face.  Eloise giggles at Alex’s expression and they resume with their flirtations which are more apparent now.  

Juliette and William chat while she places the pieces in the individual velvet boxes which William requested.  The bracelet, he decides, will be from the family but the necklace, he’s planning on giving that to you separately when you’re alone later on that evening.  He’s fairly certain that it’s all you’ll be wearing once he places it around your neck, and he can feel himself harden slightly with the thought.  

Once he settles the invoice, William and Juliette exchange a quick embrace and warmly bid their thank you’s and goodbyes.  Juliette quietly reminded William that if you and he ever find themselves back in Saint Tropez next summer to come and visit her, she would be so thrilled to meet you.  

Alex, having already snagged Eloise’s number, flashes her a brilliant smile and quietly said “Call you later” followed by a wink.  Eloise’s cheeks are flushed with a red hue - a knowing smile formed on her lips, followed by “à bientôt, Alex”.

The men departed the store, both grinning like two idiots, totally in love - or lust depending on the brother.  If they had managed to sober up at all after lunch, you couldn’t really tell at this point…both seemed to be almost reeling, beaming with their own individual images in their minds of what the coming evening might hold. 

William takes in some of the scenery on the way back to Villa Margarido.  The cab ride thankfully is quick as a nervous-excitement begins to build in William’s stomach.  He has given you gifts before, but this set - these specific pieces - mean something so much more.  It’s undeniable now, he knows what he wants his future with you to look like.

The driver was pleasant and friendly, and given the kind of afternoon the brothers had, they tipped him generously - excessively even.  The driver thanked them profusely, secretly hoping to have them as repeat clients.  William and Alex’s mood continued to elevate as they breezed through the glass front entrance doors, stopping only for William to tuck his purchases away, and they made their way towards the lively conversations taking place on the large poolside terrace.   

Despite the dinner hour approaching, the hot July sun still hangs in the cloudless, azure skies  and is nowhere close to setting.  Light permeates every square inch of one of the spacious, white living rooms embellished with red accents throughout, which bordered the expansive and modern kitchen.  The private chef that was included for the duration of the week, Marco, greets Alex and William with fist bumps and animated repartee.  You had all established with Marco when you arrived that you wanted him to feel like an extended member of the family, which seemed to suit Marco’s personality just fine.  

William peered over the island to see the multiple creations that Marco had in store for tonight’s multi-course dinner.  Hunger pangs hit William suddenly, and he sneaks a piece of grilled homemade focaccia with cherry tomato and fresh burrata.  Marco catches him in the act and with a strong Italian accent, he tells William his hockey career will be over if he does it again.  Marco erupts in laughter, as does William while complimenting the chef with his mouth full.  They leave the chef to continue with his prep work and make their way out to the large, light stone terrace. 

William spots you sitting beside Camilla and Michael; Camilla is stretched out on a lounge chair and Michael sits at the end on the same chair, tenderly rubbing her calves and feet.  The three sisters are wading in the pool as they discuss the scandals of late in the competitive world of women’s tennis and within their respective circle of friends.  You seemingly had just gotten out of the pool, your toned and tanned body still had water beading on your chest and arms as it dripped down from your long, slicked back hair.  

Two thoughts converged in William’s mind; the first thought being that nothing could make him happier than seeing you relaxing with his parents and thoroughly enjoying each other’s company, and the second thought, he wished you two were alone so he could throw you over his shoulder, stretch you out on the nearest comfortable surface and go completely feral on you.  ‘Fuck’ William thought to himself as he scanned your features, willing the uprising in his shorts to calm down. 

Everyone’s attention redirects to Alex and William’s arrival, the conversations now switch to greetings.  The men walk around the pool’s edge towards you and his parents and the questions start flying about how their day was.  The three sisters wade to the opposite edge of the pool, propping their elbows up on the warm stone to allow them to participate in the conversation. 

Alex spots Stephanie; he discreetly dips his foot into the pool and in one swift motion, he flicks water in her face.  Before she can complain, Alex cuts her off with a low “vote me off the island…you’ll go before me there, sunshine”.   

The two other girls in the pool splash water back at Alex, missing him by a mile.  He sets down his things on a table close by while greeting you and his parents. Giggles and laughter erupt when Alex suddenly rips his shirt off and with shorts and flip flops on still, does a cannonball into the water and promptly bombards Stephanie with the miniature tsunami that the jump, and his frame, generated.  

Whoops and hollers echo all around and even Marco came out from the kitchen onto the upper balcony to chime in when he heard the commotion.  You laughed and applauded at the sibling chaos, and finally afterward, you were able to cast your eyes on your beloved man.  Your gaze meets Williams, followed by wide grins and soft hellos.  Your heart already racing, William leans over and kisses you gently.  He tastes so exquisite that you are desperate to slide your tongue against his, but not with his parents and siblings as an audience.  You cradle his face with one hand, and quietly ask, while his face is still close to yours, if he had a good day.  “Very, very good” was William’s response as leaned in for one more kiss.  You place a dry towel for him to sit down on the lounge chair with you, and as he sits, you and Camilla resume chatting.  William began telling the three of you about the super yachts that he saw at the port, where they went for lunch and what they had, and how girl crazy Alex seems to be here.  Camilla and Michael look at each other with a knowing smile and then chuckle at William.  

He was just about to mention Alex meeting Eloise but he stopped himself, not wanting to give away the location of where they met her.  You saw him stifle himself but you quickly looked past it as he continued to answer more questions about his day.

Marco reappears on the upper deck and in his booming voice announces that dinner will begin in an hour.  The group all shout thank-you’s back and Marco bows down in an exaggerated, grandiose manner.

You finish your water and the remainder of your cocktail while the surrounding conversations begin to wind down.  Having multiple layers of sunscreen baked onto your skin throughout the day, you’re looking forward to a warm shower, preferably not alone, before dinner is served.  

You excuse yourself, being the first to retreat to your room.  William helps you gather a few things and explains that he needs to talk with his parents for a couple of minutes and he’ll be in soon.  You kiss him softly on the cheek and affectionately tell the group you will see them at dinner as you depart.  

You enter the villa and see Marco working away in the kitchen like a conductor in front of an orchestra.  The aroma of the various dishes that everyone will be enjoying this evening fills the air, and with wide eyes, you simply say “Oh my gosh, Braaaavo Marco” praising him and his incredible talents as a chef.  As you walk by the floor to ceiling windows that look out over the pool and terrace, you see the Nylander family gathered around William while he speaks.  It’s none of your business but there’s something…it’s not quite suspicious or unsettling…but whatever intuition you’ve been bestowed is giving you a funny feeling in your stomach that the discussion might very well be about you.

You softly pad across the bedroom while thoughts swirl around in your mind, wondering what Wiliam was talking about with his family. 'It’s none of your business' you tell yourself as you undress and step into the walk-in shower in the ensuite of your bedroom.

You turn on the shower, the rainfall shower head envelops you in streams of warm water.  Exhaling deeply, you lean your head back as the water gently pulsates against your face. You slick back your long curly hair which is now stretched out and hangs low, touching the cheeks of your ass.

You hear William enter the bedroom and shortly thereafter, he appears at the ensuite door wearing just his shorts.  He watches you with keen interest, a small grin appears on his face once you spot him.

You gather your ample breasts in your hands, not really doing much to cover them, looking at him with a look of faux sheepishness on your face.

“Um, excuse me….have we met?” you look at him with a slight grin.

“Oh…we’ve met…” William said cheekily.  He removes his shorts, his cock already appearing rigid.  He steps into the shower and his hands waste no time encircling your waist, landing on your round ass, pulling you into him.  

“You sure?” you say, teasingly.  

Your hands release your breasts, your nipples hard and protruding against William’s chest.  You glide your fingertips down from his shoulders, along his biceps, around to his lower back, finally settling your hands on his muscular backside. You scan his face as you gently sway your hips so the area above the slit of your pussy comes into contact with his penis. Your flesh brushes against the tip of his cock and incites a low groan from his mouth.  You feel the growing pressure of his erection against you and instinctively, you bite your lower lip as your own pressure intensifies between your thighs.

Your eyes are fixed on his mouth, the natural and sensual curves of his lips beg for a slow and passionate kiss.  William lowers his head, your mouths almost connecting, breathing each other in before succumbing to your primal urges.  Your kiss is deep and passionate, the longing you’ve had for William all day is now being unleashed and is completely untamed.  Hands begin to feverishly grasp at each other as the water streams over your interlaced bodies.  The taste of William’s mouth further ignites your already desperate need to devour all of him.  

It’s the second time today William felt intoxicated.  God, he needed you so badly.  The way your body felt pressed against his drove him wild; it always has.  The moans that escaped your lips alongside your murmurs in his ear of loving, wanting and needing him so much, nearly put him off balance.

You break from the kiss, your mouth descending down his body, leaving a trail of licks and kisses from his jawline, down over his neck, across his collarbones, and down toward his torso.  You worked your way further down his body, turning him around so the water from the shower is hitting his back.  You are on your knees now, his fully erect dick right in your line of sight, ready for the taking.  

“It looks like Wild Bill is happy to see me,” you purr as your lips ghost the tip of his cock.   Nicknames weren’t necessarily your thing, but one night in his bed, early on in your sex-plorations with William, the name ‘Wild Bill’ rolled off your tongue in reference to his cock after he had made you cum so hard that you thought you might pass out. 

You looked up at Williiam as he mutters “Fuck” , leaning his head back under the steady stream of water, his cock now throbbing with the anticipation of your next move.  

Torturously slow, you gently take the tip of his dick in your mouth. As the taste of William’s pre-cum hits your tongue, the nerve-endings throughout your pussy are electrified.  Streams of water continue to flow down his body, weaving paths along the protruding veins of his thick member.  

You run your hands up the back of his calves and then further up to his muscular thighs.  You’re in complete awe of his body as you caress the intricate designs of his muscle mass in his legs, his ass and that fucking perfect “V” on his lower torso.  As your hands continue to walk over his lower body, your long tongue continues to lap and stroke the head of his cock, encouraging more of the pearlized fluid to seep from the tip.  

William was starting to lose control.  You heard a strained moan and could feel the muscles in his body tighten and compress.  Your right hand firmly grips him around the girth of his beautiful thick cock and you guide it into your mouth.  Your tongue naturally moves along the underside of his shaft, and you accept his full length into your mouth again and again.  Your hand stroking and manipulating his shaft and balls compliment the expert work done by your mouth.  William clenches his jaw while a series of indiscernible words, possibly in Swedish, pour out of his mouth.  

“Jesus….fucking….Christ…Y/N…fuuuuck” WIlliam stammers as he begins to buck his hips to a faster rhythm.  More and more, you taste his arousal on your tongue.  You raise your body up slightly while remaining on your knees, your mouth never leaving his member.  The slight change in angle as you continue to work his manhood is marked by a long agonizing growl from his mouth.  One of William’s hands clutches a mass of your wet hair while the other hand presses against the marble wall of the shower for stability.  William’s thighs begin to twitch and his hips continue to pump his cock into your mouth in rapid, shallow movements.  

“Shit, Y/N - I’m cumming!” William bellows as he grabs the back of your head and fully erupts into your mouth; you allow the thick streams of his cum to slide down your throat.  Your hands are splayed on his hips, your fingertips press into his flesh as the involuntary jerking motions from his powerful orgasm subsides.  You gently grab the base of his penis to hold it steady as you slowly withdraw him from your mouth.  You hold the weight of his cock gingerly in your hand as you gaze up at him, smiling innocently.  His soaking wet hair has fallen forward as his head hangs, his chin towards his chest, allowing the water to hit the back of his neck.  His breathing is almost back to normal as he opens his eyes and sees you still kneeling in front of him.  

William extends his hands to you, interlacing your fingers with his, giving you some extra leverage as you stand up.  He wraps his strong arms around you and angles his head into the crook of your neck, the warm water creating a steam bath of sorts.

“You’re incredible, Y/N” William said as he grazes his lips along your neck, up toward your ear.  

Knowing you were left without any kind of release for yourself, William tells you how he’s got something special planned for you later on this evening.   Despite the warmth of the shower, his low voice purring in your ear sends a shiver down your spine, your clit now aching for his attention. You kiss him, moaning softly as your tongues connect while your hands continue to follow the expanse of each other’s bodies.

Sensing Wild Bill is getting aroused again, as well as yourself, you affectionately remind William that dinner’s going to be ready soon, and you don’t want to advertise to everyone what you two have been up to by arriving to the table late.

“We could skip dinner,” William said, raising an eyebrow as he hands you the shampoo for your hair.

“Mmmmm….I know it’d be totally worth it, but I’m fucking starving now…did you see what Marco made?” you smiled.

“I swiped one of those burrata things…it was pretty fucking good” William said before he’s immerses himself back under the shower head to rinse.

You stood there for a moment, finally responding with “You’re lucky he didn’t break one of your fingers for doing that you know” you quip.

William decided not to mention the (empty) threat Marco made about ending his hockey career after he lifted one of his creations.  In true Willy Styles form, William simply responded “Nah…he loves me”.   A wide grin appears on your face as you shake your head.  You don’t say anything else; you’ve known William long enough to know when he’s harmlessly stretching the truth.

You and William quickly finish showering, both of you stealing little kisses and touches while chatting about various moments throughout the day.  

You were trying to decide on something fairly simple to wear when William motions toward a white off-the-shoulder shirt, suggesting for you to ‘show off your tan’.  You grab the shirt and match it with a long and flowy white cotton skirt accented with lace embroidery and some simple low-heeled cross-tie sandals.  You tie your long locks into a low, loose bun at the nape of your neck, allowing some tendrils of hair to fall, framing your face.  William looks amazing as usual in just a nice t-shirt and shorts.  You curl your toes when he comes up behind you as you open the door to exit your bedroom, the scent of his cologne literally making you weak in the knees.  

“Jeeeesus, William” you say, turning to face him.  You start nuzzling his neck and you wrap your arm around his waist, pulling yourself towards him.  “Actually, maybe we could skip dinner, or just have it delivered outside here…I can give you more oral pleasure, monsieur William…” you say with a heavy French accent.  You smile mischievously while William rubs his hand over his face, and follows by a barely audible “fuck me…”.  The two of you take a deep breath,  intertwine your fingers and head out to the outdoor dining area, miraculously right on time. 

Everyone, including Marco, are seated at the table; the soft lightning further deepens the sun-kissed skin tones of the smiling faces that greet you and William.

The dinner conversations, as they always are at a Nylander gathering, are lively and animated and full of laughter.  You and Marco being the only non-relatives sitting at the table revelled in their family dynamic and ate up their stories as voraciously as the divine food.

At the end of the multiple course dinner, you could hear the collective sigh of pure contentment and satisfaction from the group.  You stood up and raised your glass, proposing a toast.  The wine had hit you a little more than expected but your words of praise and admiration for Marco and the Nylanders were heart-felt and the expressions on the faces of your audience simply beamed.  You sat back in your chair and William leaned in close and kissed you by your ear, sending tingles up your spine.  He reached one arm around your waist and pulled you in closer.  ‘Ha..he’s tipsy…he’s gonna be such slut tonight in bed’ you thought, chuckling to yourself.

“What’s so funny?” William softly mumbles in your ear.

 You shake your head, stifling a grin that eventually breaks wide open.  “I’m just happy,” you said quietly.  

Before William could respond, Michael rose from his chair.

He raises his glass, eloquently giving accolades to Marco and welcoming him into the Nylander family.  The group cheers and glasses clink together; everyone takes a generous sip of their drinks.  

“Now, Y/N.  I am truly speechless when I think of your generosity.  Throughout these past months, when William tells me of all the amazing things you think of doing for him, for his team, for anyone it seems, I am truly awestruck.  Camilla and I, the girls, and Alex are so happy that you and William found each other again.  I can see it every time you’re around each other…it’s so apparent how much love you share, how much love is felt between you…I know it because that’s how I feel about Camilla.  I recognize it when I see the way you look at each other.”

You try to swallow but the lump in your throat is working against you.

“To say thank you, we have a gift which I hope shows you how much we truly appreciate what you’ve done for our family”.  

You hadn’t noticed Marco leave the table; as he returned to the patio, he handed Michael a longer, rectangular velvet box.  Michael approaches you and places the gift  in your hands.  You hear murmurs around the table in anticipation of the gift’s unveiling.  

As gently pry the box open, the sparkle of what looks like a billion diamonds dance in your line of sight.  Your cheeks are flushed and you let out an audible gasp as you look at the exquisite bracelet before you.  

William takes the box from your hand and gingerly places it around your wrist, followed by a long but tasteful kiss.  

“I’m just overwhelmed,” you shook your head, fighting back tears.  “I don’t have the words…I can’t think of the perfect words right now - this is so unbelievably breathtaking.  Thank you all so much”.  

“To Y/N!” Marco cheers.

“To Y/N!” the Nylanders toast in unison.

Hugs ensue and the ladies surround you to get a closer look at the expensive bracelet.   

More wine is poured and eventually, everyone begins to clear the table to make room for the dessert tasting menu Marco has prepared.  

‘No other night has ever felt this enchanting’ you mused, soaking in the warmth of the evening sea breeze and the loving atmosphere that surrounds you.  

You can feel William’s gaze and as you turn to face him, he tenderly holds your wrist, angling the position so the lighting hits all the stones at once.  

You lean into him, kissing along his jawline up to his ear. “It’s gorgeous, William…”

“Do you wanna take Pablo for a walk?  We can just take him around the property…I’m stuffed so I’m not sure I could go any further anyway” William said, tapping his abdomen.  

“Let me go change my shoes - be right back”.  Feeling a little buzzed from the wine, you slowly pull his body toward you and kiss him seductively and sensually, your tongue searching for his.  Your hands slide up his toned chest and with that simple movement, you start to feel that ever familiar sensation between your thighs as that touch conjures up images of him being inside of you.   

“Jesus - can you guys just not?  I’m in blue-ball hell and then I have to sit next to my big brother as he eye-fucks his girlfriend all night. I was trying to enjoy my dinner for fuck sakes.” Alex said as he poured another glass of wine.  

You give Alex an apologetic look; you know it’s been a bit bumpy for him lately.  You walk over to him and give him a little side-hug squeeze.  Alex draped his arm over your shoulder; a wide grin full of mischief forms on his face. “You know, Y/N…you could just trade him in for the more handsome and younger model…”

Camilla swats her second born lightly on his arm as she comes up behind him to grab her glass of wine. She jokingly scolds him in Swedish, followed by a quick kiss on the cheek and grabs your hand, rescuing you from the conversation.  You stand chatting with Camilla, finishing off the last remnants of wine from your own glass.  You turn to see the brothers clowning around jostling into one another yanking at each other’s shirts.  With every movement, their muscular legs, arms and backs are on full display; you shake your head as you excuse yourself and head inside to freshen up.  Glancing back at the boys still horsing around, you laugh to yourself thinking ‘this family is too fucking perfect’. 

You return a few minutes later and greet Pablo with a couple of his favourite dog treats.  The mere mention of the word ‘walk’ has Pablo running and jumping around in anticipation.  

“You ready?  OK….break!” giving Pablo the familiar command that he can run around as fast as he can go.  You step shoeless into the lush and manicured grass that surrounds the terrace; the heat of the day has now dissipated and you welcome the coolness from the earth against the bottom of your feet.  You stand there for a moment watching Pablo as he darts about and a wide smile adorns your face with the adoration you have for him.  

The sun is beginning to set; the once bright, giant orb now resembles a fireball blazing deep orange hues as it recedes into the horizon.  William stands beside you taking in the mesmerizing view.  You begin to walk together; your fingers loosely intertwined as you meander around the property.  You and William often share quiet, serene moments where just being in each other’s presence fills you both with such bliss.   More often than not, those tranquil moments when it's the two of you together eventually give way to fits of giggles and lively storytelling.  

William leads you to a long and wide bench covered by pergola; sheer white curtains surround the loveseat and large, soft cream-coloured pillows line the back rest.  Pablo is in full zoomie-mode as he jumps up on the bench and leaps off again, running in figure-8 patterns on the lawn.   

William sits down and slides himself back so his muscular legs extend to the full length of the bench.  You see him lift his hips to pull an object from his back pocket, presumably his phone.  It’s odd that he slips the object between the pillow and the side of his leg, but in all honesty, you’re not focusing on that as he motions for you to straddle him.  The bench is wide enough that you have no trouble comfortably positioning yourself as he desired; the pressure in your core is rising, as is William’s cock as you gently lower yourself onto him.  You can feel a very distinct bulge at your scantily clad entrance and you arch your back, pressing your need against his erection.  Although the curtains have numerous layers of gauze fabric, it does little for true privacy as it wouldn’t take long for anyone that happened to walk by to know what business you two are up to.  

Your lips lock together; kissing though giddy smiles as hands wander over each of your bodies.

“I’ve got something for you too - a gift” William murmurs in your ear.

“Mmmm - really?  I can feel it” you said softly, your lips ghosting his neck.

You can feel William smile.  “Yeah…not just that though….something else”.

You sit up more, still straddling him, as William reaches between the cushions and pulls out another long, velvet box.

Your eyes grow wide and your cheeks flush with the sudden rush of emotion.   

He opens the box for you and the sight of the necklace has you covering your mouth from the overall surprise of the gift.    

“William….this is too much….it’s absolutely stunning…” you gasp, your eyes still wide as they scan William’s smiling face.

You feel patches of heat radiating through your face and neck; between the wine and the presentation of this exquisite gift, you hope your deep tan covers the blotches that usually decorate your neck under circumstances like these.

“You like it, right? The design caught my eye….and there’s a history to it that made me think of you and me.  That’s what the design is called - Toi et Moi”, William explains, his smile growing wider with each second.

Tears well in your eyes.  It had definitely been a long and winding road for your and William to get to this very moment.

“Oh my god - William….seriously….it’s exquisite - stunning – gorgeous… I- I honestly can’t find the perfect word - I am seriously overwhelmed here” you said just above a whisper.  

You lean over and kiss him gently at first, but the magnitude of his gift has you almost feeling breathless as your kisses deepen.

“Let me put it on you” William smiled softly, breaking from the kiss.

You slide off of him and turn so your back is facing him.  You gather your hair in your hands and lift it to not allow the necklace to tangle in your long curls.  

“Beautiful” William said in a low tone; he’s directly behind you; his breath tickles the sensitive area along your slender neck.  You reach behind so your hands lightly glide alongside his body.

He places the necklace on your neck, laying it gently across your skin and closes the clasp.

Your hand instinctively goes to your neck; you fingers lightly graze the perfectly cut diamonds.  You turn around and look at William; you’re certain you might very levitate right then and there and just float away. 

“I might be able to come up with something better than a simple thank-you a little later - my brain is overloaded in the most amazing way right now though.  Thank you, William…aside from you, this is the most amazingly gorgeous thing I have ever seen….and the bracelet - my god, I am completely stunned by all of this”.

“I just wanted to make sure you know how much you - everything you do - how much it means to me.  I’ll never be able to think of all the ways, like - all the different things, the kindness that is just there in you…fuck, everything you do just blows me away.”  

William knows he’s not great with words and sometimes he struggles with expressing exactly what he feels but all he can do is try, and hope that you know that he’s yours, totally and completely.

The sun has almost completely dipped out of sight; there are streaks of orange and red that help illuminate the incoming clouds in shades of purple.  The tall coniferous trees that line the property are all but cloaked in black, contrasted by the subtle lights that dot the various pathways.  

After the long, luscious kisses and loving embraces have paused (at least for the moment), the two of you walk slowly back to the villa, even more in love than when you left.  You enter through the already open doors off of the terrace.  The family have gathered in the large living room and as usual, they are laughing with hints of that unique and wonderful Nylander laugh, at a story that Michael is telling Marco about playing hockey.  It’s not that the story was necessarily comedical: Michael was animatedly explaining one of his most serious injuries, a broken neck of all things.  The laughter was at Marco’s expense with his heightened levels of shock and horror at Michael’s very descriptive recollection of the trauma.

Alex appears from the hallway that leads to the bedrooms, freshly showered and looking devastatingly handsome.  There’s a collective “Oooooo” as he strides past the group and he smiles and shakes his head in response.  You catch the scent of his cologne as he walks past you and lean into your man standing next to you and inhale his own tantalizing fragrance.   

Alex is on his way to meet Eloise and as he runs out the door, he hollers back to the family to not wait up for him.  It’s a clear indication what he has in store once he meets Eloise tonight.

The rest of the family is following Marco to a music festival in town.  Marco implores that you and William join them this evening but William, seeing a rare opportunity to have the villa to yourselves, politely declines.  

Camilla catches a glimpse of your new piece of jewellery and her eyes light up with a mix of love for her son, and admiration for you.  She hugs you both and quietly says “I’ll distract Marco and the others, you both just go hide until we leave”.  She gives you a knowing smile and glides over to the kitchen, and calls Marco and the others over for a quick shot of Sambuca before they depart for the evening.

You both stealthily walk past the family and head into your bedroom, closing the door quietly behind you.  Almost if on cue, you overhear Camilla saying you and William were exhausted and have already gone to bed.  She wasn’t entirely fibbing….you and William had gone to bed, just not to rest.  

You and William made full use of the empty villa, testing the acoustics in various places until you both finally collapsed from “exhaustion”.

#william nylander #toronto maple leafs #nhl imagine #sweden #hockey fic #willy styles #nhl fanfiction #alex nylander #nylander x reader #nylander #leafs #michael nylander

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Dialogue transcripts:

Panel 1

Dorian: Oh, you mean Port Burdock’s Invisible Man! That’s not a ghost, though.

Panel 2

Irene: I don’t think this is relevant…

Arthur: *sigh* It…might be. All right, what else can you two tell us about this…being?

Panel 3

Dorian: Well, color me surprised, Godalming. I had no idea you had such a taste for tales of the Strange. You know, you ought to attend more of my parties. It might broaden your horizons a little.

Arthur (offscreen): Just answer the question.

Panel 4

Dorian: All right, all right. Don’t get your knickers in a knot.

Panel 5

Dorian: So! The invisible man. Like I said, not a ghost. Supposedly, they shot it—and it bled like a man! But it got away.

Panel 6

Basil: I have a friend who’s staying in Iping—he told me all about it.

Dorian: Oh, what happened in Iping was nothing. It’s Port Burdock where things started to get really interesting.

#lxgf #lxgf episode 1 #story updates #lxgf dorian gray #lxgf irene norton #lxgf arthur holmwood #lxgf basil hallward

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Meet Me in the Romance Aisle

Moodboard and idea by the amazing @sinners-go-to-drink-the-wine and her anon who requested the board! And credit to @joshsindigostreak and Anna again for going back and forth and workshopping some dialogue for this!

Pairing: Danny Wagner x Fem!Reader

Warnings: Implied smut, but other than that, none!

WC: 956

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You pursed your lips as your eyes swept over the colorful spines of the stores book collections. A few were already tucked safely in the crook of your arm, recommendations from friends. You'd been slightly bored with your current reading habits, and wanted something a little more...well, something to keep you occupied on your more lonely nights.

It had been a while since you'd gotten into anything new, most of your bookshelf still housing books you grew up with and young adult dystopian novels. It was time to broaden your horizons, even if it was with smut. You were just exiting the romance aisle, a special edition cover of Pride and Prejudice catching your eye and distracting you, causing you to bump into something solid, dropping your small stack of books.

"Oh god, I'm so sorry!" you immediately apologized with a small laugh, feeling so stupid for bumping into someone. The someone in question was a tall man, or at least, you assumed tall, as he was already bent at the waist, scooping up the books you dropped.

"No, don't be!" the young man also laughed as he righted himself. "I came around that corner too fast, I totally ran into you."

"Well, it takes two to make a collision." you shrugged, taking back the books he handed you. The man smiled at you, and your heart skipped a beat. His smile was slightly crooked, but oh so cute and charming. His curls hung around his face in near perfect coils, framing his sharp cheekbones. His nose was large and you had to resist the sudden urge to reach out and trace the bridge of it with the pad of your index finger. "Thank you."

"It's no problem." he shrugged. "Actually, you may be able to help me. I'm looking for a book my sister asked me to pick up. Her birthday is this weekend, it's something about fairies? It's supposed to be a really popular series..."

"Oh um," you shrugged a bit. "I'm not sure I'd know just off of that...is there anything else you remember about it? I'm just getting back into reading myself." the man nodded, looking a bit dejected and you couldn't stand the lost look that was crossing his face. "But I'd be happy to help figure it out until we can find an employee who might know!" his smile came back at your quick add-on.

"I'd appreciate it." the man smiled. "I'm Danny, by the way." you supplied him with your name, and the two of you shared a smile again.

"So is this a fantasy novel?" you asked. "We might have to move over another aisle."

"I think so," Danny looked unsure again. "I think the cover of it was red?" with the little information he had, the two of you went up and down the rows and walls of books, talking softly between the stacks.

"Do you uh, do you read a lot?" Danny asked. "Well, I mean y'know, before you took a break?" you glanced up at him as you pulled a red spined book off the rack, reading the back to see what it was about.

"Sometimes. I hate to say it, but sometimes I feel like my brain is too busy to read at all, and I get into these funks where I just can't fathom even reading a small magazine article or long distance relatives facebook post." you chuckled a bit under your breath. "And some books are just so long and drawn out, I just can't. Sometimes you need something fast and quick." not realizing what you said, you didn't catch Danny's smirk or the slight shudder of his chest as he held back a laugh.

"I'm not much of a reader myself." Danny admitted, a bit shyly. "I like it enough, but there aren't many things that spark my interest. Usually I read an autobiography or two a year of musicians, my friend Jake lends them to me."

"It can be hard, especially if a love for reading didn't click when you were young." you nodded. "What autobiographies have you read lately?"

"Oh, uh Dave Grohl's is the last one I read."

"You like Foo Fighters or Nirvana better?" Danny grinned at your question.

"Personally, I think they're both great." he answered diplomatically. "Dave himself is just freaking amazing. His talent alone, I wish I was half the drummer he is."

"Oh, you drum?" you raised an eyebrow, grimacing at the long-winded, half-elvish description on the back of a slightly maroon book, decided it definitely wasn't it, and if it was, you were saving this man's sister from suffering.

"A little," Danny seemed shyer now, giving a little shrug. "I'm in a band."

"Oh nice!" you hummed. "What kind of music do you play?"

"Rock, mostly." Danny answered. Giving him a supportive smile, you adjusted the books in your arm.

"If you play one of the clubs around here, I'd love to see you." you answered. You watched as Danny smirked, this time catching the laugh. "What?"

"Well, we're playing around here soon." he admitted, before changing the subject. "Any luck?"

"Not really," frowning, you turned fully towards him. "Have you tried googling? Maybe we can find the author or a better image of the cover?" Danny took his phone out of his pocket and typed in the same descriptors he gave you. After letting the page load, you peered over his shoulder and sighed seeing the first image. "Ohh that one."

"You know it?"

"Yeah, it wasn't for me, but a lot of people seem to like it. It's a whole series." you answered. "Come on, I can show you now." Danny followed you to where the copy of the book and all of it's sequels were waiting, in the romance section. Plucking it off the shelf, you handed it to him.

"Thanks, I would've been here all day if it weren't for you." Danny smiled that crooked smile at you, and you felt a small pang in your chest, realizing your time with him was now over.

"It was my pleasure." you smiled. "Just uh, if that's for your sister, don't google anymore of it." Danny looked at you quizzically, tilting his head like a labrador retriever.

"Why not?"

"There's a reason we're back in the romance section, Danny." you gave him a look, and you saw him pale slightly.

"Got it." he glanced at you, then to the books in your arms. He seemed like he was stalling, trying to figure out how to stay in your presence. "Well I met you here, what are your books about?" you saw him try and read the back of the book facing towards him. "A reverse harem eh?"

"That," you began, clutching the books closer to your chest. "is third date talk only, Danny." Danny leaned against the shelf of books, looking coolly at you.

"Well we could knock out one date now, d'you have to be anywhere this afternoon?" you blushed, knowing your only plans were going to be going home and getting settled in before ordering takeout and reading your night away.

"As a matter of fact, I don't."

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It wasn't long before weekend trips to the bookstore led to dinners out, to drinks after work, and sometimes scandalous makeouts between the stacks when the store was dead and the workers once again, weren't to be found. Before one such date, which is what you and Danny were now labeling every single outing you took together, he had heard your coffee order and memorized it, meeting you early with it already in hand before following you around the book store as you browsed.

Ever the voracious reader when you were in the groove, you'd consumed several books in a short amount of time, on the hunt for more.

"This one sounds interesting," you piped up. "It's a modern retelling of Hades and Persephone, oooh a dark romance." you gasped under your breath, reading the inside of the jacket. In an instant, it was in Danny's open palms, along with two others you had sparked an interest in. As you browsed, you stopped in your tracks. Danny looked curiously, watching as you bent down and with the utmost care pulled an ornate book from the shelf.

"Pride and Prejudice?" he asked. You nodded, it was the same copy that had distracted you and led you to bump into Danny all those weeks ago. You regarded it fondly, feeling as if it had brought you and him together.

"It's cliche, but it's a favorite of mine." you sighed. "I already have two other special editions, I can't justify a third, but it's so pretty. And the pages are gilded ugh!" you closed your eyes, tucking it back onto the shelf, patting the cover like the top of a puppy's head. "I hope she goes to a good home." you continued on your journey, nothing else really stopping and catching your eye. At the registers, you took your stack from Danny, watching as he slipped a book out and moved to the open cashier next to you. You couldn't get a glimpse of the book he chose, but carried on to pay, giving him your rewards membership info to get points toward future purchases.

When you both were leaving, you curiously leaned across his body, trying to obnoxiously peek into the bag he carried. He laughed, pushing you back gently.

"What did you get? We didn't go anywhere near the non-fiction section today." Danny opened his bag and pulled out the book. It was the special edition of Pride and Prejudice you nearly weeped over. "Danny!"

"What?" he defended with a grin. "You said you couldn't justify a third copy. I don't own any copies, it just seemed like common sense for me to buy it."

"You're so-" you pursed your lips, trying to find the right words. "You're so wonderful." Danny leaned down, pressing a soft kiss to your lips. In all honestly on his part, he bought it, knowing that a few years down the road, he hoped it'd find a home next to your other editions, on a bookshelf in your shared home.

"Besides, I've never read it, and I think I'd probably like it if you read it to me."

"Oh yeah?" you raised an eyebrow. "You wouldn't rather me read about the tall, handsome, curly headed vampire who makes hot, steamy love with his human companion multiple times in one chapter?" Danny stopped in his tracks, staring at you.

"No, let's finish that." he looked around the shopping center sidewalk before scooping you into his arms, placing a kiss on your neck before giving it a little sharp bite. "Let's finish that tonight."

📖 📖 📖

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#danny wagner #danny wagner x reader #danny gvf #greta van fleet #jake kiszka #josh kiszka #sam kiszka #greta van fic #greta van fleet fluff #gvf fluff

[verosvault]

🚨SPOILERS FOR FANTASY HIGH JUNIOR YEAR EPISODE 7🚨

Dimension20 "Fantasy High Junior Year"

Episode 7 "Stress Tested"

Timestamp: 1:54:32

Video Length: 3min. & 53sec.

Fabian tanks it with Ivy! 😭✋

Brennan: "Anyone else rolling for Mystery?"

Lou: "Oh, I would like to do a half Mystery, half Relationship roll."

Brennan: "Okay."

Lou: "I would like to reach out to Ivy."

Brennan: "Okay."

Siobhan: "Cool."

Lou: "To hang out at school."

Brennan: "Okay. This is a DC 20,"

Lou: "I think I'm at 25."

Brennan: "Oh, you're at 25? Yeah, yeah, yeah. This is a DC 25 Persuasion check."

Lou: "Okay" *rolls dice* "Oh, I missed, but that's not gonna do it."

Brennan: "Okay."

Lou: "I'll take stress."

Brennan: *gasps* "Oooohh baby." (He's so evil! 😭✋)

Lou: "This is the only way I can help solve the mystery. All right?" *rolls dice* "That's not gonna do it."

Ally: "Wait, no!"

Siobhan: "Don't you get advantage?"

Ally: "You get advantage on all your rolls because of that really good Charisma."

Brennan: "No, no, I think you used your advantage on- on-"

Lou: "Bard to hang out with Mazey."

Brennan: "To hang out with Mazey. Yeah, yeah, yeah."

Lou: "I'll take one more stress."

Brennan: "It's your last one you can take for this check."

Lou: *rolls dice* "Nah."

Brennan: "You go up to Ivy at school. How does Fabian approach Ivy?"

Fabian: "Hey. What's going on?"

Ivy: "What's that?"

Fabian: "What's going on?"

Ivy: "I don't know, you tell me."

Fabian: "You know, I just... I thought we started something the other night and it would be cool to get to know you better. You know, me and my friends have kinda been hitting the bricks metaphorically. You know, we're kind of on the outs, especially me and Fig, you know? We're having a lot of rubbers meeting the road, if you know what I'm saying. So, you know, I don't know, I'm just trying to broaden my horizons, socially."

Ivy: "I would say, it seems like you are trying to broaden your horizons. Yeah?"

Fabian: "It seems that way. Yeah. Is it the vibes I'm putting off?"

Ivy: "Well, I hear that you get a lot of those other little dancer friends of yours to hang out and stretch and feel your feelings together all in the room."

Fabian: "Yeah. It's, uh, it's like, uh... it's like, uh... It's like another way of like... I mean, it's a form of battle within oneself. It's honestly incredibly beautiful and important. But, you know, I'm always, you know. *stabbing motions* "I stay, you know? So I was just-"

Ivy: "You stay what? Stabbing?"

Fabian: "Stab. Yes. You and me finish each other's sentences. Crazy."

Ivy: "Nice. Well, best of luck with how important that work is. Yeah. It's nice you got a little partner, right? Student president. If it gets cold, you can wear her like a sweater, I guess."

Fabian: "Uh..."

Emily: "omg."

Fabian: "Uh, cold. That- Now that- Now I might need it now 'cause I'm feeling the chill."

Ivy: "Yeah."

Fabian: "So you don't wanna? You wouldn't wanna?"

Ivy: "Do what?"

Fabian: "I don't know."

Ivy: "Come roll around on the ground?"

Fabian: "I was thinking of something more structured like sparring, but you know, actually-"

Ivy: "You seem a little flustered for Maximum Legend."

Fabian: "Yeah, I think I'm supposed to be somewhere right now. I got a phone call."

Ivy: "Oh, yeah?"

Ally: "I got a phone call as a teenager?!" 😭✋

Siobhan: "I gotta be somewhere. I got a phone call." 😭💀

Fabian: "I have a scheduled phone call with my bank."

Brennan: "She says,"

Ivy: "Well, you better get to that."

Brennan: "She leans in and pulls down on your earlobe a little bit and says,"

Ivy: "You missed your shot, Playboy"

Brennan: "and leans back."

(Zac's reaction at that line was mine too fr! 😭✋)

Ally: "He has a scheduled call with his bank, though. I don't understand how that's a missed shot."

Brennan: "You see...Yeah, Alston Hughes is just like, 'Fabian, we need to talk, your money.' Oh, you also do get 10,000 gold pieces." 😂💀

Lou: "Oh, yeah. Great."

Siobhan: "Jesus Christ."

Ally: "So sick."

Brennan: "Incredible."

(I love everyone just cringing so bad at this entire extremely awkward conversation!!! 😭😭✋✋ It literally had me in tears!!! 😭✋)

#dimension 20 #dimension20 #blog #fantasy high #fantasy high junior year #stress tested #fantasy high stress tested #fantasy high junior year episode 7 #fhjy ep 7 #fantasy high scene #fantasy high junior year scene #dimension20 scene #queue #fabian #fabian seacaster #fabian aramais seacaster #lou wilson #ivy embra #brennan lee mulligan

[transboysokka]

Spotlight on Taiwanese Artists

I’ve wanted to make this post for a long time.

If you’ve been considering broadening your musical horizons, think about trying these, MY top 4 (admittedly #basic) Taiwanese artists. I was going to do a top 5, but actually I love these four so much more than anyone else, they’re in a tier of their own.

1. Jolin Tsai/蔡依林

This lady is like the Britney Spears of Taiwan, a gay icon, a fashion icon, and absolutely GORGEOUS. Known as the “Queen of C-Pop”, she’s been around forever and I hope she doesn’t go anywhere!

Recommended Songs: She has recorded 210 songs and I can’t even BEGIN to choose the best ones. But I’ll try; here are some hits:

I’d also recommend the video for that one ^^

2. Accusefive/告五人

These guys are hot on the scene right now and I’m obsessed! They’re relatively new (formed in 2017) and all over the place. They will even be performing at midnight at Taipei’s massive 2024 New Year’s party, which is kind of a huge honor. I actually really love how catchy their songs are and the way they keep it simple and use repetition. I also live for the way the male and female singers’ voices blend!

Recommended Songs:

3. EggPlantEgg/茄子蛋

These guys are great. They’re on hiatus as of 2022 but they’ve got some great indie stuff in Hokkien/Minnan/Taiwanese. They’re actually hugely responsible for the resurgence in “T-Pop” in Taiwan!

Recommended Songs:

4. Mayday/五月天

I don’t know this for a fact but this has GOT to be Taiwan’s most famous band. They’ve been around forever. I really don’t know what to say about them, everyone just knows them. They’ve toured all over the world, have broken countless records, and have influenced entire genres of music in the Chinese-speaking world.

Recommended Songs:

lmao I’ve hit the Audio Limit actually but You Get It

#don’t be afraid to try music in new languages friends! it’s good stuff!! #Taiwan #text #mine #music

[bugswapau]

Interview Wambus!

Time to ask the farmer a few questions.

“Have time for an interview?”

Oh, sure! Sounds like a real hoot!

“Who are you?”

Oh, I write about and plant sauces around town! Usually you only find random plants or weeds here, but this island is a agriculturalist’s paradise!

“Uh… And your name…?”

Aw, jeez, right, my name! I’m Wambus Troubleham!

“Why come to Snaktooth Island?”

When I heard about the expedition, I reckoned I may as well keep plantin’ fruits and veggies for the rest of my life... or really broaden my horizons. Follow in my pa’s footsteps!

“Who’s your ‘pa’?”

Ya mighta heard of Griffith Troubleham? He was a chef, as intrepid an adventurer as Eggabell. Our old home was filled to the brim with his family recipes, n’ he passed on his love of cooking to me. Bless his heart!

“Thoughts on Bugsnax?”

Ain’t they really somethin’ else? There’re Bugsnax paintings here that date back a thousand years. The Grumpus civilization rises, falls and gets lost to time, but the Bugsnax are still here. They’re walkin’ archives of everything here!

“Why did you leave town?”

I didn’t leave, per se. More-so just stopped comin’ back. I wasn't even there when the fight broke out! Imagine my reaction when I found Triffany red with anger, ready to claw at Wiggle's throat.

“Is that why you and Triffany split?”

No, no, it's more complicated than that. I really did wanted her to go with me to my farm. But she wouldn't give up her dig site, not even for me. Hmph… What a bonehead!

“Any info on Eggabell?”

Charmin’ young lady, that Eggabell! We rarely met in town at the same time... N’ when we did, it was usually in the medical tent, while Lizbert patched us up. We told each other what we had discovered n’ compared the worst our scars had to offer!

“Jeez! You two got injured that often?”

No adventure is without danger! Well, farmin’ is much less risky, but the Troublehams have pretty unconventional methods. This never sat well with Liz. She hated it when people got hurt, ‘specially when it happened to Egg.

“What happened to Eggabell?”

Y’know, in a place like this there's a good chance you'll fall into a hole or get stuck in a crevasse here or there. Especially with all’a the earthquakes that shake the island… I’d hate to be a Debbie Downer, but it could be a thousand years before anyone finds out what happened to Eggabell.

“Thanks, Wambus. I learned a lot!”

Aw, shucks! Yer too kind! I’m just happy to chip in n’ solve a mystery or two. Oh! And speakin’ of which…

“You have something for me? Did you figure something out?”

Sure thing! Eggabell hid a spare journal in the ruins for safekeeping. I can’t open it without damaging what's inside. I reckon you'll have better luck than me. Anyhoo, sorry for jabberin’ yer ear off! I'd better get back to work, eh?

#bugsnax #bugswap au #wambus troubleham #bugsnax wambus #interviews

[bioexorcizm]

janAUary #1 - record store

ship: dewmav

word count: 1144

summary: maverick pops into dewey's shop to look around. he hopes that he catches their eye instead.

(dew works canonically at a record shop, so why not change up the meetcute -- what if they met at his workplace instead of theirs?)

He notices them when they walk in, but it's not until they're flicking through the 'New Releases' cart just adjacent to him that he truly notices them.

He can't help it, not when their clothes drape so perfectly over their shoulder, which quickly is exposed by the sweater they're wearing and showcases the mass of freckles that pattern their skin there. Or the way the light hits the top of their head just enough that the bluish hue they've tinted their hair shines deeply in contrast with the brighter tones of their outfit. It didn't help he caught the way their stockings were awfully tight as they scooted down the line of albums.

He's seen them before, many times actually. A frequent visitor, but normally only in the very early parts of the day -- the times where he's only barely half-awake, wandering in fifteen minutes late to his shift anyways, and they're too busy with their head buried in the tracklist of whatever album they'd just bought to pay any semblance of attention as they slink past him holding the door open for them.

He decides that maybe he's looking at them now because he expects a ‘thank you.’ Even if they'd never noticed him before. 

And it's not until their gaze slowly rises, head still bowed towards the bin of vinyls that he realizes he's staring.

“Uh. Hi.”

It's when they stand back up, sightline flicking around the shop only to realize how clientele-barren and open it was, that they respond.

“...Hi?”

His head is propped on his hand, leaning over the counter lazily, the other brushing through his hair before rejoining its partner on the glass casing that holds the more valuable records in the store.

“Looking for something specific?”

They shake their head, turning away slightly “Ah, no, not really.”

Dewey raises his voice slightly, craning his neck as he leans just a bit more forward, “Well, if you change your mind, I’ll…Be here.”

They don't respond to him, and in an awkward motion, he turns around, bending down and pretending to inspect the bulk of crates and boxes stored behind the counter. He tries to be anywhere, look anywhere that isn't at them. He wanders from behind the register, slipping down any aisle they're not.

When they say something from the other side of the shelving, he suddenly reappears rather quickly from his makeshift hiding place, popping his head around the corner.

“Huh?”

“Oh, sorry. Just talking to myself.”

“Right. Yeah, okay,” he nods, but continues to peek past the thin barrier between them.

They sigh, “I guess a second opinion isn't the worst thing ever though, if you have one.”

“Dewey Finn, music connoisseur at your service, dear loyal customer.”

“Maverick will do, thanks,” they smile as he approaches. 

He bows, making a show of the whole scene before he takes a look at the two albums they've pulled.

“What's on your mind?”

“Been trying to get into some older stuff lately. But I’m not quite sure where to start.”

Dewey nods towards the gray-stained cover of Who's Next. 

“No question on that one. Their best album, for sure. You into rock at all?”

“Newer stuff, heavy stuff mostly. I, uh -- I’m in a band, they want me to,” they pause, throwing up air quotes, “Broaden my horizons, or something. Like I don't know most of the classics already.”

“No shit, you play?”

“I mean, for fun. We don't really…Perform a lot.”

“That's fuckin’ awesome, though. I play too,” they share a moment of solidarity, and a smile before Maverick cuts it short, tucking the vinyl under their arm and putting the other back.

“We could…Maybe hang out sometime. For a jam sesh, or something.”

“Maybe,” Mav turns away shyly. They scurry towards the counter, Dewey rushing back just behind them, a little discouraged from the hesitant quasi-rejection.

Their gaze passes him as he rings them out, taking his time as he still tries to make pleasant conversation. They quickly cut him off, reaching out and grabbing at his wrist, in effect stopping him. He looks over at them, baffled, but somehow not upset that their hand was still on him. They gasp. 

“Is that the special edition of White Pony?”

He glances back, to the small pile of things lining the hanging shelf behind him, “Uh, yeah.”

Their expression immediately lights up, “You're lying! I -- I've been looking for it for ages!”

“Well,” he scratches at the back of his neck, pulling at the hair there. He doesn't have the heart to tell them it's behind the counter because it's on hold for someone else, “It's um…That's it.”

“How much?”

He shrugs, knowing damn well they won't accept no for an answer, “Dunno if it's up for sale yet --”

Their voice drops low, “I’ll do anything.”

His head snaps back. He swallows the nervous chuckle creeping up his throat and sees the way their expression falls serious.

He looks behind him again. It's definitely his ass if his manager finds out. But…

“Like, maybe even a date?”

Maverick seems confused, at first. Not quite what they'd expected. However, as they look him over again, the lopsided smile he wears, the disheveled outfit, the wild hair, it’s almost endearing. Kind of cute, even.

“Maybe even a date.”

“You're serious?” he tilts his head. He didn't actually expect them to agree -- nor was he going to admit that he probably would have sold the thing to them either way. 

But hey, he shot his shot, and he didn't miss, for once.

They stop, think, then fail to cover the giggle that overtakes them, “Sure. Why not?”

When he turns around to grab the vinyl, he pauses, pretends to be rearranging the rest of the shelf for balance, tries to hide the way he's smiling and can't stop. To be fair, he's also trying desperately to think of what to say now; He didn't expect to get this far. The beep of the register draws him back as he finishes cashing them out. When they take the bag from him, their fingers brush his. They lean just a bit closer to him.

“For the record, I would have said yes even if the vinyl wasn't at stake.”

He laughs nervously, a little louder than he should have if he wanted to seem calm, probably. “For the record. Like, because --” he gestures vaguely to the album, and when he realizes it wasn't an intentional pun, he bites his tongue and forces a smile, “Yeah. Okay, well, I'll pick you up at seven, then. If that's cool.”

They turn just before they reach the door, “I'll see you then, Dewey. Don't be late.”

“I'm never late,” he shrugs. 

“Sure you are. Every day I see you, you're late.”

And with that, they leave. He watches them walk down the block, disappearing shortly into the lunch-hour crowd.

“...So you did notice me.”

#.writing #janauary2024 #.dewey

[medusapelagia]

M - Mixtape

M is for Mads (@the-redcrate) that helped me brainstorming and find the right take on my Exchange fic!💜

I hope you will enjoy your present 🎁!

Rating: Teen and Up Relationship: Steve /Eddie (mention of Chrissy /Robin) WT: no one Words: 790

There are different kinds of mixtapes. 

The mixtapes with all the songs that have been recorded from the radio, which are a mix between advertisements, songs without their beginning and songs without their end, there are the copies from another cassette, and Eddie has dozens of those, and then there are THE mixtapes: the ones with the perfect songs in the perfect order, put together to convey a message.

Eddie is the best at choosing the right songs, that is why he has started an entire business where he creates the perfect mixtape for each person and the weeks before prom are his personal high season.

Tens of jocks and shy girls knock on his trailer door to ask him for a mixtape.

Pricing is different and mostly depends on the person who is asking for a mixtape: if the person was a dick to him during the year, that immediately translates into fifty percent more on his usual rate, if he was nice to him he can do a ten percent discount, but they flatter him, well then he will let the other person rob him blind. Especially if the person in question is Chrissy Cunnigham, Queen of Hawkins High.

“So who is the receiver of your mixtape, my queen? Jason Carver?”

She shakes her blond curls “No. We have broken up.”

Oh. That’s new “I didn’t know. Are you ok?”

“Yeah. I mean, it hurt a bit, but it’s for the best, right?” she asks with a hopeful smile and all that Eddie can do is smile back.

“So, who are we trying to conquer?”

“Oh, no, it’s for a friend. She… she is going through a hard period and I thought that one of your mixtapes could cheer her up.”

“So no love songs, am I right?”

She blushes “No, not for the moment at least.”

“Fine. Tell me the name and I’ll get to work.”

“Robin.”

Eddie turns toward Chrissy “Robin? From band?”

She nods.

“And you say she is going through a tough period…”

“Yeah. I mean, she is always with Steve but it’s obvious that he doesn’t care about her like he cares about Nancy, and she always looks so sad at the cafeteria, and I thought that, now that I’m single we could go to prom together, like two besties!”

Eddie raises an eyebrow but doesn’t comment.

“I’ll make the perfect mixtape for you. There is something you would like to tell her?”

She hides her hands in her jacket “Well, I’d like to tell her that she is fun, and caring and that she makes me laugh even on my hardest day.”

Eddie takes notes of everything she says, and then she looks at her “Three days from now your mixtape will be done.” 

She hugs him and when she leaves with her blond ponytail Eddie stares at the notes that he took, it looks like maybe a love song or two is actually needed.

What Eddie is not expecting is seeing Steve the Hair Harrington asking for a mixtape.

“Still trying to get back your lady?”

“Nancy? Nah. We are done.”

“So who is the tape for?”

“Me?”

“You?”

Steve nods “Dustin insists that I have horrible taste in music and that I need to broaden my horizon.” He makes a nice imitation of the kid, then turns toward Eddie “So I thought that you could help me. He is always saying how cool you are, and how cool is everything you do, so...”

Eddie smirks “I thought that my music ‘Wasn’t music’.”

“Come on, you were playing some screaming guy at full volume in front of my house!”

That’s true, maybe Eddie did it to piss Steve off just a little.

“So a mixtape for you? Ok. I’ll do it.”

Steve tries to get his wallet “For the boy who drives the shrimps I’ll work for free. Are you on babysitting duty for prom?”

“Yeah…” he answers bored.

“Cool. I’ll see you there and we will listen to some good music.”

Steve stares at him for a long moment, then he nods and gets back to his car.

In the next few days, Eddie works on twenty different tapes and even catches a couple or two listening to his mixtapes, sharing the headphones, but the one he worked harder on is burning in the pocket of his jacket. He has an entire plan figured out: he will wait for Steve to drop the kids and then he will propose to go smoking at the quarry, listening to some good music, and who knows, maybe Steve will get the message he tried to convey with his mixtape and they will share more than a couple of joints and some good music.

#ficlet #stranger things fanfic #Christmas presents 2023 #steve x eddie #steddie #medusapelagia

[manchasama]

So in true "gosh I don't want to go back to work tomorrow" fashion, it's 1am. The perfect time to edit and post a new chapter of a ficlet many have forgotten about. :>

Hard to Swallow Part 2 (Part 1 Part 3 Part 4 Part 5)

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School was...well, it was interesting.  Ingo and Emmet's parents had decided that the two of them should join public schooling rather than homeschooling, to force them to interact more with their peers.  Ingo and Emmet had protested, (Ingo quite loudly at that, but Emmet no less fervently), but their parents had been adamant.  Neither of them had been looking forward to being stuck in a small room with the few other kids from town, who already thought they were weird and off-putting.

Then their parents had informed them that they weren't going to be attending the local school, but instead the larger school in Nimbasa.  Which they would get to by train.

After that, Ingo and Emmet had been beside themselves, impatient to start the school year.  If all of their enthusiasm was in planning for the travel itself, at least they were no longer protesting, their parents reasoned.

The thing was, school was there both to prepare young trainers for the journey they would begin in a few years, as well as to broaden their horizons to other professions and interests outside of pokemon battling.  Most youths paid little attention to the latter, despite the probability that most of them would end up in a more menial job than champion or gym leader.  Others, like Ingo and Emmet, had passions alongside of their pokemon obsession.  Fewer still imagined a future where both combined.

Then there were the more practical lessons.  Like Home Ec. Which brought Ingo to where he was now.

The girl—Ingo thought her name was Greta—looked at him with hopeful eyes, a small bundle held in front of her in offering.  In the little bundle of cloth, some lopsided cookies lay.  

"Would you please accept my cookies?" she asked, voice trembling slightly.  Her friends shoved at each other behind her, obviously there as moral support. Ingo wished he had moral support right now too, but Emmet had stayed behind to talk with the teacher, and Ingo had offered to head to their lockers and gather what they needed to head home.

"I..." he looked around, hopeful for any distraction, but there were none to be had.  In fact, their little gathering was quickly becoming the center of attention for the other teens passing by, some loitering to gawk.  He ducked his head down, wishing again for Emmet's steady presence at his side.  "Of course," he said helplessly, not knowing what else to do, not being able to force more than that out of his mouth.  "Thank you," he added, because it was polite.

She beamed when he took one of the cookies, then continued to stare at him expectantly.  Oh dear.  She expected him to eat it now?  Feeling entirely self conscious, he popped the cookie in his mouth.  He did have to admit they tasted pretty good.  Maybe not something he'd pick for himself, but…

She kept staring at him, and as his nerves grew, he realized the moment he'd made a grave mistake.

He couldn't move his jaw, teeth clenching tight around the sweet morsel, throat rebelling against the mere thought of swallowing.  The cookies were quickly going from "doesn't taste terrible" to the mushiest texture imaginable, and Ingo knew he was in trouble.  His eyes started to water a bit as he tried to force himself to swallow, desperate to not insult the still hopefully staring girl.  It was such a small thing!  Why could he not do it?  Just swallow, compliment her, then he'd be free to leave.  

Somehow he managed to start swallowing.  Then his eyes widened and he dove for a nearby trashcan, coughing and retching as the soggy mess dripped into the plastic container.  He heard a few disgusted cries from the group of girls, but he couldn't see through the tears in his eyes, couldn't get his hands to unclench from the sides of the garbage as he gasped in short breaths.  

A moment later a warm, familiar hand was on his back, and a water bottle was dangled in front of him, already uncapped.  Emmet's voice rang out above him, though for the life of him Ingo couldn't make out what he was saying.  Knowing Emmet, it was something decidedly blunt and rude.  Ingo would have to apologize properly for both of them later.  Now, he raised a shaking hand to grab the water bottle, straightening up enough that he could tip it against his mouth and take a small sip.  

The cool water was a balm to the burning inside of his mouth and throat.  He was grateful he hadn't thrown up more than the little bit of the cookie he'd eaten.  It wasn't the first time it had happened, nor would it be the last, but it was distressing and embarrassing.  

"Ingo?"  Emmet's voice broke through the throbbing in Ingo's head, and he pulled himself away from the trash can.  The hallway was mostly empty, the group of girls nowhere to be seen.

"That was...quite rude of me," Ingo said, wiping his mouth with the back of his hand.  

"Ingo," Emmet said again, though his tone had turned disapproving.  "Stop that.  It is not your fault!  Besides, she shouldn't have done it in front of everyone.  I know you.  You would not say no.  She knows too."

"Still," Ingo said, sighing.  He leaned he head against Emmet's shoulder, humming when Emmet immediately embraced him, hands rubbing soothingly on his back.  After a moment, he muttered, "I hate this."

"I am Emmet.  I know."

"I don't know why it happens.  There is no reason.  It doesn't taste bad!  So why—"

"Ingo," Emmet cut him off, pushing him back by his shoulders so he could shake him.  "It does not matter why.  Do you ask why I do not like Pecha?  Do you ask why you do?  It is just something that Ingo is."

Ingo grimaced sullenly, but did have to concede the point.  Emmet had many textures he refused to eat, most of which Ingo could understand.  There was no reason to feel his own issue was any different.  He just wished he could predict when it would occur. Sure, it was more likely to happen when he was nervous, but it was not always.  And sometimes it was when he was eating his favorite food!  Ridiculous.

"Is your engine sufficiently settled?" Emmet asked, still holding Ingo by his shoulders as he turned him from side to side.  Ingo allowed it, arms swaying limply with the motion.

"Yes.  Overdue for departure."  Ingo was very ready to head home.  "Oh, but I failed to retrieve our books from the lockers.  We should head there post haste."

"Hmmm."  Emmet gave him a considering look.  Ingo hated it when people acted as if he were fragile after one of his episodes, and Emmet knew it.  So instead of arguing, his twin merely nodded.  "One detour.  Then full steam ahead for home station."  He slid one hand down to tangle with Ingo's, squeezing gently.  Ingo appreciated the anchor, and squeezed back.

(Ingo did manage to apologize to Greta, Emmet all but attached at his hip in support.  While she understood it hadn't been anything against her, it became well-known not to offer either of the twins food after that.  It was a reputation Ingo could live with.)

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SSR Vil Schoenheit Bloom Birthday Personal Story: Part 1

"Happy Birthday"

Part 1 (Part 2) (Part 3)

[Pomefiore Dorm – Birthday Party Venue]

Vil: My make-up is all set, now. I wonder what kind of interview this will be today.

Vil: Instead of discussions about my work, it may delve more into my private life.

???: ―Pardon me.

Jade: Happy Birthday, Vil-san. I am looking forward to this so very much.

Vil: Thank you for your kind words, Jade. So it seems you're my presenter today.

Vil: Whether this is will be a good interview will be determined by the questions you ask. I have high expectations from you.

Jade: What a tremendous responsibility. I shall do my utmost.

Jade: Well then, I shall begin the interview. The first question is…

Jade: “Are you good or bad at flying?”

Vil: I don't think I'm incapable, but I also wouldn't say I excel at it. I'd say my grades are about average.

Vil: I would be lying if I said I was satisfied by my current abilities… But I'm also not in any desperate rush to compare myself to others.

Vil: A majority of the top students received specialized magical education even before enrolling here, after all.

Jade: Oh? Are you telling me that your magical education actually began only after coming to this school?

Vil: That's right. When I was young, I would travel everywhere alongside my father for his performances, and I myself was a child actor...

Vil: Just because I ended up manifesting magic doesn't mean that we thought to enroll me in any kind of mage training school immediately, or anything.

Vil: Even if I tried to have someone I knew teach me, my father was far too busy, and isn't able to use magic in the first place.

Jade: So your father is not a mage, I see. Then, does that mean your magic was inherited by…

Vil: Inherited by my mother? Who knows.

Vil: I don't even know who she is, let alone whether she's a mage or not. Personally, I don't want to know, either.

Jade: Is that so. Well, that is rather surprising. I completely thought that you had been studying magic since childhood.

Vil: Oh, why is that?

Jade: Well... simply because you are an exceptionally competent person who was chosen to be Pomefiore's Dorm Leader.

Vil: If I were to consider crafting cosmetics to be related to potionology, then I suppose I could say I had been doing my own studies before enrolling here.

Vil: But of course, I've learned much more here at Night Raven College.

Vil: If I think of it in that sense, then I suppose flight skills would be more useful than not. Not for my grades, you see, but for work.

Jade: When you say work, are you talking about your modeling job? …Or perhaps your acting job?

Vil: The latter. When filming scenes in the air, I usually use CGI, or wires, so…

Vil: If I use flight instead, it may broaden my horizons even more. It would not only be useful for my acting abilities, but would definitely be a boon to the cinematography.

Jade: I must say, I'm very interested at the thought of a film that would come to life using flight magic like that… I would love to see that.

Vil: Perhaps one day I will be able to debut it. You should look forward to it.

Part 1 (Part 2) (Part 3)

Requested by @seimeinotaka.

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