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Never Letting You Go

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Pairing | Agent Javier Pena x Agent F!Reader

Summary | What starts out as a shitty Valentine’s Day turns into everything that you’ve ever wanted. Javi treats you the way you need, by never letting you go.

A/N: First time writing for Javier's character, forgot this was in the vault. Enjoy

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Warnings | 18+, Minors DNI, Smut

Language, angst, mentions of prostitution and Agent work, mentions of the cartel, mentions of cheating (from your previous relationship), grinding, mentions of penetrative sex, soft fluffy moments.

Word Count: 5.5K

“Fuck baby,” he said, grinding against your ass with a little bit more force. “Do you feel that? See, that’s what you fucking do to me woman.” Javi was now rocking harder into you, giving you slow deep thrusts. You could feel his hard outline in his pants as he was seated firmly against you. “This is what you’ve always done to me. I don’t hate you, fuck baby, I like you. I want you. So if you’ll shut up long enough, then maybe you’ll hear me say it.”

Today was Valentine's Day, and usually this was something that didn’t concern Javier Peña. He was a DEA agent that was in the middle of trying to bring down drug dealers and drug lords, he didn’t have time to be concerned about feelings or emotions on a specific day on the calendar. But yet here he was, in the files room pacing back and forth, trying to calm his nerves. Javier was never nervous when it came to the opposite sex. He usually was always so calm, cool, and collected when handling them. Well, except for today that is, and especially when dealing with you. Somehow you had gotten under his skin just enough that now he was pacing back and forth, mind racing of what to do if you didn't like the gift that he just left you on your desk. He was so lost in his own head that he didn’t hear the door open and Steve Murphy step in.

“Javi, what the hell are you-” Steve said, stopping dead in his tracks when he saw Javi pacing back and forth, running his hand down his face.

“She ain’t gonna like the gift. Why did you say it was from you and not a secret admirer? Jesus. Soy un idiota (I’m such an idiot).” Javi mumbled to himself.

“You got a lady a Valentine’s gift there Peña?” Murphy said, slamming the files on the desk and causing Javi to jump. Javi just stood there, not answering his friend and fellow DEA agent’s question. Steve, seeing how nervous Javi was, continued to tease him slightly. “Who’s the lucky girl, Peña?”

Before he could answer, they both heard you marching down the hall, yelling, “Peña, I’m gonna fuckin’ kill you, you arrogant bastard.”

About a year ago you were transferred to Columbia in an attempt to assist in the capture of Pablo Escobar. At first, you were excited about serving your country and bringing the bad guys to justice. That was before meeting your two male DEA partner’s, however. The first time you met Steve Murphy and Javier Peña it was love at first insult. You were the head female DEA agent hired to work alongside them in helping bring down the Medellín Cartel, and subsequently Pablo Escobar. However, your transfer to Columbia somehow pissed both of them off.

Since you had arrived, all those two idiots did was piss you off one way or another. They were the biggest source of your headaches and irritations to date, and one of the biggest reasons why you hated your current job. They wouldn’t listen to you, and they continuously left you out of the loop on information. To make matters worse, when they got bored you were the target of their practical jokes, like today.

Today was Valentine’s Day, and one day on the calendar that you wished you could just completely remove. You hated Valentine’s Day with a passion, ever since you found your ex-fiance balls deep in your sister on Valentine’s Day one year ago. It was after that you found out that the man who you thought loved you had always cheated on you with your sister, from Moment. Fucking. One. You were together five years with him, and apparently all those five years he was also fucking your sister every chance he got. You were happy to hear that her husband caught them in bed and had filed for a divorce. You thought it was poetic how she lost a man who made a shit ton of money for an asshole who could hardly pay rent for his shitty apartment. So when you took the job transfer to Columbia you felt okay with the situation that had happened, as shitty as it sounded.

But then last night your sister called you and informed you that she was getting married, and that she was pregnant too. She advised you that it would be best if you didn’t attend the wedding because of hard feelings the two of you had. When you asked who the soon-to-be husband and dad was, she had informed you that it was your ex-fiance and that they both were happy they found someone that loved them deeply. As soon as you heard that, you told her to ‘go to fucking hell,’ and then slammed the phone down. Out of anger and rage you grabbed the bottle of alcohol that was on the counter, and downed most of it in one go. Yeah, you weren’t going to that fucking wedding.

When you woke up and realized it was Valentine’s Day, you seriously contemplated calling in work sick. But you remembered that you had a morning meeting with your bosses and you knew that Javi and Steve wouldn’t show up. So you begrudgingly got up and showered, swearing underneath your breath of how life wasn’t fair. You hated today, Valentine’s Day, with a passion. Six years ago you met your ex on Valentine’s Day because he was stood up on a date, a date with your sister you found out much later. Then last year, on Valentine’s Day, you caught him cheating with your sister. How did life get so fucked up?

To add to your already sour mood, when you got into work early you noticed that all the rest of the females in the office had big bouquet of flowers on their desks from Javi and Steve. Each of them had a note saying that they really appreciated all the hard work that they have done, and that they were special angels for helping them out. When you got to your desk you didn’t see any flowers or note telling you that you were special. The only note that you saw was from Steve saying “don’t fuck up this meeting” and asked if you took your “anti-bitch pill today yet.” Yeah you hated this fucking day.

The meeting that was only supposed to be an hour went on for three long hours, and you were berated for two out of the three hours in the meeting. You had to once again mop up the mess that both Steve and Javi had created, promising to get results instead of excuses. Recently, all the leads that your department was getting in capturing Escobar were cold, no one had seen him or heard of him in almost a month. Even when you went in and shook the crime tree, nothing fell out of place which made everyone uneasy, especially your superiors.

Finally when the meeting was over with you were able to return to your desk to try to let your heart and blood pressure return to normal. When you approached your desk, you saw a little basket there with a pretty red ribbon with sparkles in it. You looked around quickly to see if anyone noticed or was standing there, you also glanced quickly under your desk to make sure Steve or Javi wasn’t sitting there waiting for you to relax so they could scare you. When you noticed nothing was out of the ordinary you felt your heart flutter in your chest, especially when the tag read “to the most special DEA female agent” in Javier’s handwriting.

At first your heart fluttered, thinking that finally someone, Javi, took the time to give a shit. If you were being honest with yourself, you did like Javier Peña. He was very sexy and attractive. When he wasn’t being an asshole, he was truly sensitive and understood the female sex with their emotions. You thought that he didn’t care anymore about you, but the longer you looked at the name tag on your gift, the more you thought that maybe you were wrong at your assessment. Your heart raced and you felt the heat creep up your neck at the thought that maybe Javi did see you as something more than just an individual who worked with him each day. But when you opened the basket and saw the gift that was laying there for you, your wonder turned into embarrassment as your face fell. Then when you read the note inside you saw red with anger. That bastard took it one step too far this time.

Once Javi heard your voice he suddenly froze, slowly listening to where you were coming from. When he realized that you were getting closer, he glanced over at Murphy with wide, scared eyes. He mouthed “shh, shut the fuck up,” when Steve went to open his mouth to ask Javi something.

As Steve stood there he was trying to understand what the hell his partner had done to anger you so much. He mouthed to Javi ‘what the fuck did you do man?’ Javi just shook his head and placed his finger to his lips to silence Steve’s further questioning. He wasn’t trying to be a coward, but with how angry you were right now, he didn’t want to come face to face with you. Yes, Javi had a knack for pissing you off so much that you’d threaten to kill him. But from how angry you sounded, he figured that if he was standing in front of you right now, that you would in fact shoot him dead.

Javi and Steve continued to stand in silence together for a few minutes. Javi was hoping that you would just continue down the hallway and not stop outside of this door. For a moment it sounded like you had moved on, so much so that Javi felt himself visibly relax and let out a sigh. But that moment was short lived. When Javi heard the door knob turn he quickly said, “shit Murph, lie,” and then he ducked behind one of the filing cabinets against the wall.

“What the-” Steve said, looking confused, but for only a minute as you quickly came bursting through the door seething with anger.

“Murphy, where is he?” you said, steam practically coming out of your ears at how mad and pissed off you were at Javier Peña.

“I don’t-”

“Don’t give me that I don’t know shit. You two are practically glued together at the hip, so where the hell is he?” You bit back, standing right in front of Steve’s face.

“Woah, now wait just a second there princess, don’t be biting my head off. I don’t know where he is, or what he’s done, but you can just curb that attitude of yours and-”

“Don’t act like you don’t know what he’s done. This smells like both Peña and Murphy antics to me,” you said, crossing your arms over your chest.

“Well sorry cariño, I don’t know where he is or what he’s done.”

Huffing, you let out another long sigh, balling your fists up and slamming them tight against your side. “This is what he’s done,” you said, shoving the box you were holding with the card in his face. “And if you happen to see him, you can tell him that I’m looking for him.”

You went to leave, but Murphy blocked your exit saying, “wait a second here princess, don’t go and give me something like this and then take off. Let’s see what’s gotten your panties in a twist.”

“I knew it, it was your idea. I don’t get why you both have to always be so-” But before you could finish Steve had opened the box and saw what was inside it. Steve pulled out a pair of black lace panties that had a vibrator attached to them, and as he did he noticed the note at the bottom of the box. The note was written in Javi’s handwriting and said, “for all those lonely nights baby, when you’re so wound up and don’t have a man that can be inside you. Enjoy.” Signed, Javier Peña.

Murphy was shocked at what he saw and couldn’t help but laugh out loud. He knew Javi loved to rile you up, and he had to hand it to his partner, he definitely got you going. It was the perfect gift to get even for all those irritating moments the three of you had. But when he looked up at you he immediately froze, his laugh dying out in his throat. Your eyes were red and puffy now as frustrated tears streamed down your face. Steve could tell that the jokes maybe went a little too far this time.

“Sweetheart, we’re-”

“Don’t, just don’t Steve,” you said, grabbing the box and throwing everything back inside, not wanting to look up at him. “I get it, it’s a joke. A really fucking mean joke, ya know. You all can have any woman that you want. And here I am, in Columbia, and I can’t even get sleazy drug lords to choose me when I’m undercover. Shit, I couldn’t even keep my ex-fiance faithful on this day. You guys will find this hilarious, last year I found my ex fucking my sister. Apparently he never wanted me, wanted her cause now they’re getting married and having a baby and I’m not welcome around my family any more, cause I guess I can’t keep anyone happy. So nice of you to give the other girls flowers, and tell them how great they are when they don’t even fucking do anything for you. Meanwhile I have five bullet wounds and several cracked ribs for covering your asses. By the way, you guys are getting a raise in pay and I’m getting a 5 dollar reduction in pay. Apparently the superiors feel that it’ll give you guys motivation or something. So yeah, you’re right, perfect joke. Happy fucking Valentine’s Day to me.” And with that you left, slamming the door.

This was a joke that Peña and Murphy started with you about six months ago when you were placed undercover to go and try to extract information of the whereabouts of Pablo Escobar. They placed you at a brothel, knowing that some of Pablo’s higher up men were going to come to choose women to give them sexual favors for the night. With the help of a few informants, they had dressed you up and gave you pointers on how women acted in these places in Colombia. Javi had made a joke at you that you were the highest paid prostitute on the street, but when it came time for Pablo’s men to take you, you were the only one left behind. You weren’t ugly, you actually were quite beautiful, but that night Javi and Murphy had a hay day with you, as you were the only one that was not chosen. To make matters worse, you had gone out with them that night and couldn’t even get a guy to buy you a drink at the bar, let alone talk with you. And now the joke, you thought, had gone too far. Humiliated and embarrassed, you went and gathered your things and left to go home for the day, not wanting to see anyone again.

After you stormed out, and Murphy knew you were gone, he walked over to where Javi was, facing the back wall. “You got her vibrating panties?” Steve said, shaking his head and laughing.

“At the time, I thought it was a good idea. But something got lost in translation I suppose,” he said, still not wanting to leave his hiding spot.

“Peña, let me give you some advice. If you like a girl, don’t get her vibrating panties and then give her a card that says ‘for all those lonely nights when you don’t have a man.’ It just makes you look like an even bigger dick than what you already are.”

“Yeah, I realize that now,” he said, still not coming out of his hiding spot.

“Did ya know any of that other shit she was talking about?” Steve said, pulling a cigarette out and lighting it. Javi shook his head no as he came out of where he was hiding.

“Kinda fucked up if you ask me. Fucking her own sister and then marrying her. Talk about a cold hearted son of a bitch.”

“Yeah, I never knew. Fuck Murph, what do I do?”

“You already know what you gotta do man. Or do I need to call her back in here so she can spell it out for you?”

“Fuck you,” Javi said, walking out the door to go find you. He felt like the biggest dick right now. The gift and note wasn’t a joke from him, and he hated to think that you felt like it was.

Javi eventually learned that you had decided to go home for the day, leaving your work here. “She’s taking a sick day,” is what Maria, the secretary in the front office, had told him. Javi had attempted to get some paperwork done, but he kept thinking about you and how hurt you sounded when talking with Murphy. He didn’t mean for it to come off as a joke, in fact Javi wanted you to have the panties for a good reason, he wanted you to wear them for him.

Javi had been the biggest pain in your ass from the start. He was always coming over to your desk, forcing you to work through his work, making you work in the field with him, etc. To you it felt like he was punishing you for being good at your job. But in reality, he secretly liked you and wanted to be with you. Javi didn’t know why he couldn’t communicate his feelings to you, why he always had to make fun of you or rile you up. “I’m taking a sick day,” Javi told Murphy as he walked towards the door.

Murphy, who was still at his desk, said “Connie said she’s at home now.” Connie was one of your best friends here in Colombia. Being in a foreign country was hard, and making friends was even harder, especially what you did for a job. Your friends back at home disagreed with your career choice of being sent to Colombia, so your entire support structure was no longer there. Connie was one of the nicest women you had met or seen in the longest time. She understood your career choice, and didn’t hold it against you when your plans would change.

Javi had stopped and bought a dozen flowers from a street vendor before he got to your house. When he knocked on the door he softly said, “querida, I’m so sorry. Please open up, I didn’t mean to make you cry, I-”

“Who the fuck said you made me cry Peña?” you said, opening up the door suddenly, looking up at him with bloodshot eyes, tears at your lash line.

“No one I, Jesus woman, c’mere,” he said, stepping inside and placing the flowers on the end table by the door when he saw your face. He then reached for you, pulled you tight into his chest, holding you as the dam opened up again and the tears fell. “I’m so sorry baby, so sorry. I didn’t mean how it came out, fuck-”

“What did I do for you to hate me?” you said, voice muffled in his chest.

“Nothin’ baby, I don’t hate you, I-” he said, rubbing his hand up and down your back, trying to soothe you. This was not going the way that he had hoped.

“I mean, I pull extra duty, and am one of the strongest hitters on the team. Fuck Javi, I even have brought in more leads than Murphy and yet you publicly humiliate me.” You said, as a sob broke free from your mouth. You didn’t know why you were opening up, allowing Javi to attempt to soothe you. You just didn’t have it in you to fight right now, too emotionally worked up to even care.

“No, no, baby. It ain’t like that, look at me,” Javi said, pulling you away from his chest and gently cupping your face with his hands. “Querida, I got them for you and for me, for you to think about me.”

Shaking your head you stepped back and said, “what? Peña, what the fuck are you talking about for you and me? I’m not-”

“Shit, this ain’t coming out the way I wanted it to,” Javi said, pacing back and forth in your living room. Javi was mumbling to himself, unsure of how to deal with the situation and correct it. Not knowing how to place it into words, his feelings, he thought that he could show you. He immediately reached for you and kissed you hard on the lips. Javi, once again, was hoping the kiss would show you that he cared, but all you read was he was being condescending once again. You immediately pulled back and found your strength and slapped Javi hard across his face.

“Javi, what the fuck do you think you’re doing? Just because I’m crying, trying to understand why the guy I have a crush on hates me, doesn’t give you the right to-”

“I like you,” he said, rubbing the sting site he felt across his cheek. Damn that woman could hit hard, he thought to himself. You continued to talk overtop of him, not realizing what he just said. You kept saying how much of an asshole he’s been to you and how much you hate men as you’ve always been taken advantage of. Javi shook his head at you, hearing words such as dickhead, asshole along with other words such as, pendejo and cabrón. You kept telling him off, not listening to anything that he had just told you.

With a sarcastic laugh, he said, “I can’t fucking believe you, you don’t listen baby.” He was now getting just as frustrated at you for not listening to him. She says I don’t listen, hell, she doesn’t listen.

All you heard was ‘I can’t fucking believe you’ and nothing else. Once again, you marched over to smack Javi hard across the face. But this time, he caught your hand mid-air saying, “I don’t think so cariño. You only get one free hit, and you already used it up for today.”

The sadness that you felt earlier had now turned into blinding anger and rage. You started fighting back. You were done with men treating you like assholes, for cheating on you with your sister, for not listening to you or even attempt at paying attention. You started hitting Javi’s chest, yelling at him and saying, “you’re an asshole,” over and over again. You were throwing a temper tantrum, frustrated about the last few days, and Javi was your outlet. However, Javi didn’t see your attitude nor behavior as enduring or even cute. Him, having about enough of you using him as a physical punching bag, decided to take matters into his own hands to calm you down. He grabbed your hand and threw it behind your back, slamming you to the ground while yelling, “Enough.”

You kept trying to kick him, to hurt him more. You weren’t part of this planet anymore, you just saw red at reliving every shitty moment for the last six years. Of taking the smacks to the face your boyfriend gave you when he was drunk and you questioned why he had red lipstick stains on his shirt and around his cock as you undressed him from a night out with his friends. What you didn’t know is that it was your sister’s lips that were around him, and not some other woman. It didn’t make those moments easier, but you always thought that maybe it was just a one night stand, not a five year long relationship behind your back.

You kept kicking Javi, yelling that you were done with people hurting you, clearly not seeing him anymore. To help calm you down, Javi maneuvered his body so he was sitting on your ass, with your arm behind your back. Your chest was laying flat on the floor, his chest then tight on your back as he snarled in your ear, “you’re gonna stop this shit, right now, stop trying to hit me.”

“Fuck you David-” you said, not realizing that you called him your ex.

“I’m not him baby. I never was, nor will I ever be him. So stop calling me David, my name isn’t fucking David.” Javi growled in your ear, leaning harder into you to get you to calm down.

You finally relaxed at hearing Javi speak to you, reminding yourself that he wasn’t your ex. As soon as you relaxed Javi released your arm, but stayed firm against you, hands on both sides of your head as he breathed hard and fast at the fight that you gave him. It was then that you remembered everything that Javi and you were, everything that you were alone.

Sometimes at night when you couldn’t sleep you’d go back into work and find Javi working alone at his desk. He’d always come over and ask you why you were showing up at work around midnight on a day where you just placed in 12 hours. Alone the two of you would always find moments where you could be soft with each other. He’d order you both greasy pizza to eat at night and he’d tease you of picking off all the pepperoni. Nights where you were scared to be home alone, he’d take you back to his house and you’d sleep in his bed when he slept on the couch. When you got shot several times, after you were discharged home, he’d stay with you in your apartment. He even slept next to you on your bed a few times.

He also bathed you when you got sick with a fever from the infection of the bullet wounds, and nursed you back to health for several weeks. If you were being honest, Javi was your best friend when the two of you were alone. But at work, he was the biggest dickhead. You were jealous when he started flirting with the new secretary that came in, Phillis, and hated when you saw him at the brothel down the street. Javi never attempted sex with you, and honestly, it upset you. You wanted him, but apparently he never wanted you. So at work you took out your frustration the only way you knew how, you became a pain in his ass like he was a pain in yours.

But when Javi didn’t move, continuing to breathe hard in and out, you knew that something had changed. You went to move your ass and immediately he hissed “don’t” as his hips stayed tight against yours, not moving nor letting you up. After a moment of submitting to him you heard him ask in a strained voice “are you calm enough for me to move or do we have to keep you like this for a little longer?”

You didn’t know why you felt like saying it out loud, but you didn’t want to play this game of not being honest with him anymore. “I’ve calmed down, but Javi, I’d like it if you stay like this for a little while, hell you can even push deeper into me if you want.” You gave Javi a little wiggle of your ass at his statement.

The air around the two of you changed, thickening with sexual tension. “Shit baby, ya can’t say that to me,'' he said, slightly leaning forward and pushing his crotch tighter to your ass. You felt him slightly rock back and forth, groaning at the feel of you beneath him.

You slightly arched your back, pushing up so he could kiss your neck. When you changed the position both of you moaned loud in unison, feeling his hips slowly grind harder into you. You never remembered feeling this good by just letting a man grind into you, but fuck, Javi was slowly making you feel feral.

“Javi, I don’t-” you said slowly.

“No,” He growled, not wanting you to tell him to stop. He couldn’t take it anymore, couldn’t hold back. He wanted so desperately to be deep inside of your warm cunt that he was struggling right now to keep his composure. “Fuck hermosa, feel what you do to me.”

But you were, you felt how much Javi wanted you and you knew how much you wanted him. You laid there and let him slowly grind his hips into you again until something snapped inside.

“Javi, fuck me,” you said, pushing your ass harded back into him.

Javi immediately stilled his hips at your statement, looking down at you, trying to determine if what you were asking was what he thought. When he didn’t respond again, you said with a little more bite, “Javi, you gave me a vibrator for all those lonely nights when I don’t have a man’s dick inside of me. Please, I don’t want to use the vibrator tonight. For once on Valentine’s Day I want a man inside me that fucking cares. If you really care, please give me that.”

You felt Javi get off from you and walk away, towards the door, rustling around with something. You laid face down in the middle of your living room, tears welling up in your eyes at being rejected once again. You hated this fucking holiday, but when you let out a little sniffle you felt his hand cup your chin, turning you to the side. With the softest eyes possible he said, “come on now, no more crying. Now up you go,” as he helped you stand. Once you were standing he smiled down at you and then gave you a slow tender kiss on the lips. When he pulled back he held out the black lace panties in front of your face.

“Here, I bought these for you. Now, go and put them on, and let me see them on you. Then I’m gonna fuck you like you deserve, like a man that’s wanted to be with you from the moment he laid eyes on you. Fuck what you stupid ex did to you last year-”

“And every year before,” you said softly.

Javi’s eyes got impossibly dark, anger and lust mixing with them. He hated your ex, the man that broke you. If Javi had to spend the rest of his life showing you that you deserved more, then he would do it. Fuck his superiors, or anyone else that thought he and you shouldn’t be together.

“The fact that you say that makes me angry that any man would ever-”

“Forget it Javi, it’s-”

“No. Now pay attention sweetheart, cause I’m only gonna say it once. No man should ever make you feel like this, ever, you hear me? Now, go put them on baby, and let me see you in them. Then, I’m gonna take you to bed and show you how a man is supposed to treat the woman he cares about.”

“Oh, and how’s that Peña, what are you gonna do that makes me forget all the stupid shit other men have done?” You said, playfully nudging Javi and his cockiness that you have found you love.

Javi grabbed you by the hair and tilted your head back while whispering above you, “I’m gonna fuck you so good that you’re gonna forget every man before me, baby. Then I’m gonna show you how a real man treats the woman he’s crazy over. It’s just you and me, and I’ll remind you of that every night before we go to sleep. There’s no one’s pussy I’d rather be buried in than yours. I only want to be balls deep in you, and not anyone else.” Javi then slammed his lips onto yours and gave you a kiss like you deserved.

Maybe you had to have David be in your life and screw you over, because without him, you’d never have met Javier Peña. Javi was a real man that made good on his promises, of being the man that you needed. Before the night was over, and after you came down from your intense rough sex with him, you found yourself looking into his eyes and seeing the potential for a future once again. As Javi slowly rocked into you, making slow love at the end, he whispered, “you’re mine cariño, and I’m never letting you go.” And that was the thing that tipped you both over the edge, moaning each other’s names and kissing each other like you both had just found your future soulmate.

Javi did make good on his promises, he never let you go.

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rosewaterandivy · 8 months

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summary: feeling burnt out from marathon recording sessions at the studio, can only mean one thing: steve with some chinese takeout to the rescue & maybe some hanky-panky.

a/n: My blog is 18 +, minors DNI; get ready for a cunning linguist 👀.

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A few weeks after your beach date with Steve, found you face-down on the plush carpet from sheer exhaustion in the vocal room at Paramount Recording Studios.

Efforts to record in your home studio were a waste, especially since you kept getting distracted by your phone and one Steve Harrington. At least renting studio space had the threat of money down the drain should you fail to record anything.

In fact, the past few nights had you pulling all-nighters at the studio— laying vocals, toying with a few melodies on various instruments, and editing a mix or two. Thankfully, you’d managed to sneak out briefly today for a much-needed soak in your bathtub at home, followed by a nice nap. One ear was covered by a pair of Sony headphones as you recorded a particular line (with the same sweet shock of when Adam first came), the sound engineer turned as someone entered the control room.

“Oh shit,” Steve said in apology, baseball cap and sunglasses perched on his newly shorn hair, a tote bag slung over one shoulder with a bag of takeout in another.

“No worries, man,” the engineer reassured him, turning back to the controls. “I’m heading out after we lock this, so she’s all yours.”

He watches as you sing the chorus, eyes closed and one foot keeping time against the carpet. Steve can’t help but bite his lip at how cute you look, an overlarge t-shirt and bike shorts with damp hair a stark contrast to the sheer power of the voice pouring from you.

“Jesus,” he mutters, more to himself than anything, and earns a chuckle from the sound engineer.

“I know, right?” He fiddles with a few levels, fingers gliding up and down the board. “It never gets old, witnessing her work.”

“I can imagine.”

You pull the headphones from your ears to see Steve chatting with the engineer, Jack, in the booth. Setting them down against the music stand to your left, you skip to the control room with a small smile.

“Did I know you were stopping by?” You perch against the doorframe, fingers curling around the cool metal plating.

Steve smiles back, lifting a bag stamped with a familiar logo. “Surprise?”

It’s only then that you realize how famished you’ve become. “Pad Thai tofu with—”

“Veggie spring rolls and like, a thousand packs of soy sauce?” He laughs, “Yeah, special delivery.”

You step into the room and nuzzle into Steve’s side. He drops a quick kiss to your head as the engineer packs up for the night. Saying your goodbyes and relaying your thanks to Jack, you wait for the telltale click of the door before dragging Steve back into the studio and collapsing on the couch.

“You,” you say, removing chopsticks and packets of sauce from the bag, “Are a godsend, Harrington.” Distracted by the promise of perfectly seasoned Pad Thai and a full belly, you don’t notice how Steve stills at your feet.

It had been a long week of recording sessions, so you’re not exactly firing on all pistons. Completely understandable, given the circumstances.

But not for Steve.

“Sweetheart,” he says, rubbing your temple. “C’mere for a minute,” and pulls you up for a proper kiss.

And it’s positively perfect. Steve kisses like a goddamn dream and in no time at all has your brain leaking from your ears— the promise of food forgotten.

You grip his chin, counting enthusiastic flecks in his eyes. Gorgeous and green-gold and all that mouthwatering darkness slowly simmering behind it.

“What,” you chuckle at his impatience, “You want me to sit on this pretty thing?”

His eyes light up at that. “Mmm, definitely not opposed. Gonna let me take care of you, sweetheart?”

What an obscene image: Hollywood’s Favorite Leading Man a slobbering and breathless disarray, coming up for air, licking the gloss of your cunt off his lips.

You smirk, “Oh, fuck yeah.”

He could live here. Stay pressed up against you forever—screw contracts, press tours, award shows.

Steve pulls the t-shirt over your head, palms your breasts with one hand and tugs your shorts down with the other.

He kisses along your neck and jaw and flicks his thumb over a nipple quick and gentle until you shiver and arch into him.

Steve follows the curve of your body— your collarbone, your shoulder, your belly, then places your hands in his hair, his hat flung somewhere across the room.

Your fingers automatically card through, curling softly to move him where you’d like him best. Slowly, he falls to his knees, spreading your thighs until you step apart.

You sigh his name, breathy and high. You say it again, pulling his hair when he sucks at your clit, fitting a finger in to the knuckle until you squirm.

He trails sloppy lines up your slit, delving in with his entire face because he wants you all over it—wants to be marked. Wants your scent and come and the bright blush of his cheeks in celebration, like declaring to all who worship him that he worships something else.

Who baptizes him with her kiss and cunt and he’s hungry for it—hungry for salvation because he’s exhausted of always being the idol.

You carved him into yourself.

Made space for all of him and loved on him with your whole, beautiful heart.

He guides you forwards until you’re sitting on the edge of the sofa, thighs spread and dripping, breathing heavy, eyes half-lidded with pleasure he caused.

Your soft skin is gorgeous and glistening. Your pussy is shiny with his spit.

“Steve,” you say, focused and sharp, curling one finger at him. “Get your mouth back on me, now.”

Pride swells up in his chest. What he wouldn’t give for the world to know this: America’s golden boy, crawling on the floor, stupid with desire.

And for all their idolatry, for all the pieces they take of him and scatter to winds, he’ll always still be yours.

And Steve thinks, as he returns his face to your sex, his cock throbbing between his own legs but he ignores it for now— he’s not important, for now— that if you were to ever tell him to stay in between your thighs forever, he just fucking might.

Two orgasms later, because not only is Steve good with his mouth and eager to please, but his hands, dear fucking lord. And a not-so small part of you feels vindicated at that.

You’re up to toss the takeout bag, plastic crinkling under your grasp as you open the door to the control room. Only to stop short when you notice a familiar red light still illuminated from your earlier recording session.

Had that been on the entire time?

Trash forgotten by the door, you’re quick to sit down and isolate the track in question. Looping a headphone over your ear, you press play to confirm your suspicions.

“Yes,” you sigh, voice languid with lust. “Fuck yes. Steve—mmm—"

Not realizing the volume or paying heed to Steve’s entrance, you nearly jump out of your skin when his hands knead at your shoulders.

He chuckles lowly, watching as you all but melt under his touch. “You’re gonna send me a copy of that, right, honey?”

#modern!actor!steve #steve harrington x reader #steve harrington smut #steve harrington x you #stranger things fan fiction #modern!au #Spotify

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whomstress · 6 months

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She can handle it (Jax x Ragatha)

Yet another fic while my hyperfixation is still on high!

Ragatha standing up for herself. Jax being a simp but only in private.

Again human au!

“Ragatha.” Zooble said, “You can’t be serious.” They said this, staring incredulously at the doll-like girl. Who was avoiding eye contact, letting out a simple hmmm? As if she didn’t know exactly what they were talking about.

Still avoiding their gaze, she tried to defend her actions by saying, “He said he was lonely.”

“I’m sure.”

“He asked nicely!”

Zooble rolled their eyes hard enough that Ragatha could feel its intensity. “Be serious.”

The red head nervously played with her curls. “Well, he did say please without sounding too sarcastic, so it was kind of nice.”

“You always let him step all over you, Rags.”

“Not always!" She fumbled.

"Ragatha, he is literally putting his legs over your shoulders while you sit on the floor right now! Why do you even give him a chance?”

“That’s 'cause she’s different from you, bozos.” She looks up to see him finally bend over from his relaxing position on the couch. They ask Cain, with an assortment of other things, to make for a sleepover in Zooble’s room tonight. Face as close as it can get to her while looking into her eyes with a wide yellow smile stretched across his face, almost predatory. "Right, sweetie doll?"

She feels herself gulp as his purple, soft-like rabbit hair tickles her face, and his triangle pupils and smile sharpen.

“Jesus, can you not pick on her for two seconds? She doesn’t even like you.” Zooble said, getting Jax’s attention. He looks up at their eyes, farrowing, but his usual cocky smile fills his face as he moves to rest his arms on Ragatha’s head, squishing her down more with his weight.

“HeY!” She says with a glare that she finally got annoyed enough to knock his arms off his head, only to practically slam his chin against the top of her head and wrap his arms around her neck in revenge.

“What do you mean? She loves me! Everyone does!” He said he was holding her tight as she tried to wiggle herself out from underneath him.

Zooble doesn’t really like getting in the middle of their stupid fights; they honestly don’t want to get in the middle of anything here. But between knocking off Gangle’s happy mask and laughing at almost everyone's karaoke tonight, almost because the jerk just happened to mostly not talk while Ragatha was singing, but instantly made up for it when he threw a fake centipede at her. Even if Gangle did, she kind of deserves to be haggled with her anime opening. All in all, this night was actually supposed to be relaxing for once, and he was finally getting on the last of their nerves.

They grab Jax by the arms and hoist them off Ragatha, tossing them the other way towards the door. He rubs his head and juts out his lip, pretending pouts at Zooble’s reaction: “AWW jealous, I’m not giving you enough attention tonight, Potato head?”

“You’re pathetic. You think you're so funny, but the truth is, no one thinks you're funny; no one cares. God, sometimes I wish if any of us could escape from this hell hole, it’d be you, just to never see that stupid smile again.” They closed in on him and practically spit in his face, “No one wanted you here tonight. That’s why you had to beg the only person you knew who couldn't say no to anyone. No one wants you at all.”

His smile had turned into a grimace at this point and his yellow eyes into dangerous slits, but unlike Ragatha, Zobble didn’t phaze Zobble for a moment. “Please. No one?”

“No one.” They repeated. And Jax finally looked around the room at everyone awkwardly, avoiding eye contact. His eyes landed on Ragatha, and she looked back a moment, then, with a small frown, looked away as well.

He was silent, finally letting his face rest for a moment before he scoffed, threw the door open, and said, “De todas formas, sois unos cabezas de @#$% molestos.” Slamming the door

“Good riddance!” Zooble finally said he was sitting on the bed. They looked over at Ragatha, who was staring at the door, and rolled their eyes. “I’m not apologizing. He deserved it.”

“I know. You shouldn’t have to.” She knew Zooble didn’t really care about how she felt bad for Jax.

“You shouldn’t either.” They say. Ragatha nods, but Zooble sighs and pinches her arm with her claw hand, soft enough to only hurt a medium amount. She yelled and looked back at Zooble, who gave Ragatha a serious look. “I mean it. I know what you're thinking. ‘He spoke Spanish; he must be really upset!’ It doesn't matter if he is. He was mean to everyone tonight, and he really did you dirty. I know you care about him, for whatever reason. But don’t you dare let him make this your fault, got it?”

It came out more of a threat than advice, and Ragatha just nodded with a guilty smile. She knew where Zooble was coming from, and for what it was worth, it actually meant a lot that they were standing so much up for her even after all the apathy they gained over all these years.

“Good. Now go comfort your dumb@#*”, and if you even bring him near my room, I will lock you in both of yours for a week.” Ragatha smiled and hugged them, and before they pinched her again, she headed off with a wave to everyone.

“You’re just going to let her go?” Pomni said, looking worriedly at the door.

“She’s a big girl; she’s tougher than she looks. She can handle herself. If anyone can really give it to that *#$hole, it’s her. It just sometimes needs a little push.”

Zooble then brought out some crazy-looking liquid that made the others almost gag. “What’s that?” Gaggle said with a sniff.

“The closest thing in this hell hole to getting me wasted. If anyone needs me. Don’t.”

Ragatha went out into the hall, only stopping a second before ringing his doorbell, “Jax?”. She rang it again and still didn’t get a response but heard a sound like shifting on a bed: ”Please come out.” Once again, she rang and heard a heavy sigh this time. He was definitely in there, so she held the bell a bit longer this time. “Ja-”

The door flung open, and he was in her space so fast she had to take a step back. “What?"

He looked angry, but his hair was a mess, like he’d been angrily ruffling with it. He seemed annoyed that she was taking so long to answer before she moved a little more in his space, bushing a stray lock out of his face, and softly said, “You look so tired, Jax.”

He paused for a moment, flinching away from her touch, before sighing, an almost invisible lavender blush forming on his mix of brown and purple skin. He relaxed and rolled his eyes, saying, “Jesus, I’m not dying, doll face,” and pulled back, walking in his somewhat messy, dark room. Using a lazy hand, he waved at her to follow him in. “Close the door, would ya? It’s getting cold.”

Which was of course untrue, but she smiled, closing the door softly behind her and locking it before turning on the light and following him to his bed. He watched her as she organized some stuff on his table and once again rolled his eyes.

His room wasn’t even that dirty, besides some dust and sloppily laid items around. He barely was in there, so he didn’t see the need to keep it spotless like her room. But if Ragatha was anything, she was a creature of order and habit. She liked to clean the little weirdo, and despite how weird it was to let anyone touch his stuff, he did have to admit he liked actually being able to find things the second he wanted them.

Getting annoyed at her lack of attention, he grabbed her by the waist and flipped her over so he could have her on top of the bed. “Are gonna just clean, or are you here to make up for earlier?”

She frowned at hearing Zooble’s words repeat in her head about not letting him blame her. “Don’t give me that. You were too much tonight, and you know it!”

Surprised for a moment, she instantly pushed back instead of waiting until he taunted her. He scoffed and looked away, only to feel her cross her arms under him, effectively stopping him from pressing any closer. He groaned at this, flipping over to the other side of the bed. “All of you are so annoying. Why do I even put up with you?”

“We could say the same thing.” She has smart backs.

Ragatha gave it to him when they were alone. He asked why once, and she said something dumb about not wanting to fight in front of other people. He did kind of like it, though; she only showed this little rebel side to him. Made him feel special or whatever, not that he’s ever told her.

“Yeah, yeah. Join the club.”

Despite him causally blowing it off, his body was still obviously tense, and his foot was thumping hard against the bed. She looked at him, and her face softened. She moved closer, so she was leaning over him. “You could say sorry.” He raised an eyebrow in a sarcastic way. “I know you feel bad.”

He scoffed and turned his head. “Not in their dreams.”

“What about me?” She said that, and he flinched again. Only eyes moving to look at her from the corner of his eye with a tight-lipped frown on his face.

“No.” He said it like a stubborn child.

She rolled her eyes. “Really?” He huffed in response, and she decided to bring out the big guns. She moved so she could softly move his face to look at her and rub her nose with his. “Please, bunny?”

His eyes widened, and he almost pushed her away if his hands weren’t shaking from his heart, nearly jumping out of his chest. He never knew how to react when she did stuff like this. For as long as it took him to admit he had any type of feelings for her, long after they regularly made out, he finally figured out what it was about her that made him crack like no one else.

She was soft. Not only physically, despite how much he loved her almost plush tan skin. But in her words for him, the movements she made around him, the way her lips pressed into his He loved it. He loved…

Plush lips brushed against his, ghosting but not quite touching. Soft. “Please.” She says it with hooded eyes. Soft. But she still refused to move closer or let him, until he apologized. She pressed fully against him and weaved a hand in his hair, gently rubbing his scalp, and his breath hitched. Soft.

With one more failed attempt to fill the gap, he finally gave in. “Please,” he almost begged. “I’m sorry.”

She smiled and cooed, “That’s my bunny.” Finally, by filling the space between them and connecting them where they desperately needed

Soft

Her lips press into his, moving almost painfully slowly.

Soft

His hand cupped her face and the other followers her curves.

Soft

Her slightly frizzy red lock brushed against her forehead, tickling it like a kiss.

So.

Damn.

Soft.

He was melting into it, and for once in his life, he doesn’t care about being manipulated like putty in someone’s hands. As long as it was her.

Suddenly, her lips broke from his with a small pop. “Will you say sorry to everyone in the morning?"

He tried to fight, but she pressed a barely there kiss, setting another spark, and said, "Whatever you want, dollface.”

She smiles and presses back into him. He’s so glad they don’t need to sleep because he was going to make sure they were busy all night.

In the morning, he grumply apologizes to everyone at the table, and as the newest of them, Pomni looks in shock as he sits down next to Ragatha, who is smiling widely at him. "I told you she could handle it.” Zooble says they are rolling their eyes. "God, do they have to be so obvious about it, though?" While nearly gagging at the bruises littering their necks.

#tadc #the amazing digital circus #jax #ragatha #jax x ragatha #ragatha x jax #bunnydoll #mia writes

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esquen · 1 year

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hey! could u pls maybe write a gavi smut where they‘ve been childhood friends since forever and they like sleep over one night, y/n waking up from a wet dream about gavi and she shyly tells him about it and things go down from there? 🫶🏻👀

dreamin’ : p.g

summary ;; gavis bestfriend has a wet dream about him

you and gavi had been bestfriends for as long as you could imagine. you two were attached by the hip, and it was never strange for the two of you to have sleepovers— or sleep in the same bed. so when gavi asked you to sleepover, you had no trouble saying yes.

now here you were, bottom lip in between your teeth as your eyebrows began to scrunch up. gavi could tell you were dreaming by the way you whimpered and moved your hips slightly, pausing the movie he had on.

shaking you softly, you bounced up quickly and looked at him as a sigh of relief spilled from your mouth. “estas bien?” ‘you okay?’ he asked, watching as you wiped the sweat off your forhead.

“si em, solo fue un— mal sueño.” ‘yes um, it was just a— bad dream’ you swallowed dryly, scanning his face to see if he believed your lie. and ofcourse he didn’t, he knew everything about you and the way your eyes would go everywhere but the person you were talking to when you lied.

“habladora.” ‘liar’ he called out, turning his body to face you. you groaned at his perseverance and pestering, laying down and turning away from him. “vamos, soy tu mejor amigo. dime qué está pasando!” ‘c'mon, i'm your best friend. tell me what's going on!’

your lips pressed together in a frown before you spoke up. “tuve un sueño— sobre ti.” ‘i had a dream— about you.’ you could tell gavi got excited at the way he shifted your body to turn and look at him again. “qué pasó en el sueño?” ‘what happened in the dream?’

stammering over your words, you could tell gavi was getting bored quickly. “estabas... tocándome” ‘you were… touching me.’ gavi raised an eyebrow at this answer. “qué quieres decir?” ‘what do you mean?”

“jesus gavi, me estabas tocando!” ‘jesus gavi, you were touching me!’ gavi scanned your face, watching as goosebumps rose on your skin from the embarrassment.

“sexualmente..?” ‘sexually..?’ he tilted his head like a loss puppy and uou nodded shyly, watching as he took his hand and placed it on your lower tummy.

“te gustaría hacer tu sueño realidad?” ‘would you like to make you dream a reality?” he asked, pulling at the string of your sleeping shorts. needily you watched as gavi dipped his hand into your pants, leading his fingers to where you needed him most.

#pablo gavi fluff #pablo gavi x reader #world cup 2022 #pablo gavi #pablo gavi imagine #pablo gavi smut #pablo gavi blurb

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satelliteddie · 2 years

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music for a sushi restaurant - e.m.

pairing: eddie munson x fem!reader

summary: eddie still cannot wrap his head around the idea that you’re into him

content warnings: incredibly cheesy fluff

word count: 2.1k

author’s notes: hello hello, so this is my first ST writing but i have tons more planned to fill the void between now and next season in 428926 years anyways enjoy and pls follow! :) xx

Green eyes, fried rice

I could cook an egg on you

Late night, game time

Coffee on the stove, yeah

You're sweet ice cream

But you could use a flake or two

Blue bubblegum twisted 'round your tongue

One dull lamp flicks on as Eddie passes by it headed towards the kitchen. He tries his best not to make any sudden noises as he steps around the trailer. You had just fallen asleep in his arms when he realized just how much he wanted a snack…he laid around weighing out the importance of waking you up versus making fried rice….the munchies won that battle. Eddie clicks on the stove and digs around in the fridge looking for the very few ingredients he has to make a late night snack. Rice. Eggs. Soy sauce (left-over packets from a take-out place). And I guess…chicken nuggets could work. Eddie shrugs as he drops the miscellaneous ingredients onto the small counter top. Eddie practically holds his breath as he pulls out the pot from within the crammed cabinets. “Nobody move,” he mumbles to the stacked pots and pans inside the small closet space. Somehow he manages to let the pot escape the cabinet before disaster strikes, shutting the cabinet door quickly (but, quietly). “Thank you, pans.”

“Did you just thank the cookware?” You ask from the entrance of the kitchen.

“Jesus H Christ!” Eddie curses, “how long have you been there?”

“Why did you talk to the spoons, too?” Stepping forward you raise your eyebrows at Eddie as he throws his head back laughing. He turns to face the sink, filling the empty pot with water and setting it on the stove to boil. You run your fingers across his back, clasping your hands on his chest, pressing a kiss between his shoulder blades. He instantly relaxes under your touch and you inhale his scent. His plaid cotton pants hang low on his waist, with his tattered Corroded Coffin tee completing his pajamas. He gave you his slightly less worn one to sleep in nearly every time you stayed over—because, he claimed, you slept better in his clothes. “So,” you rub your thumb on his chest as he turns in your arms. “What exactly are you doing?”

“Making fried rice.” Eddie looks down at you, eyes squinting in a smirk.

“At 3am?”

“I wanted it.” He shrugs, brushing stray hairs from your face and tucking them behind your ear.

“Of course you did,” you chuckle into his chest. Bubbles start to form in the water on the stove, Eddie drops a bag of instant-rice into the water behind him, his eyes only leaving yours for a moment.

“Did I wake you? I- I tried really hard not to make noise, but the trailer’s so small it’s hard sometimes—” he trails off feeling shy about his home. He’s never voiced how insecure he feels in his house, but you know it bothers him. He’s always cleaning before you come over, rushing you through the main parts of the house just to escape into the bedroom, just anything to avoid possible judgment.

“Eddie,” you peer up at him. “It’s not because the trailer is small. I felt you leave the bed. I wanted to make sure you were okay.” Now it’s your turn to tuck stray hairs away. His mane of curls lays across his forehead and shoulders, messy from laying in bed all night. He nods in understanding, a comfortable silence settling in the kitchen. “Can I help you cook?” You whisper, his chocolate eyes staring into yours.

“Of course, sweetheart. We have such an exquisite menu for tonight, I’m definitely going to need a sous chef.” He smirks, “c’mon.” Eddie wraps his arm around your waist, hoisting you onto the counter next to the stove, while his hand cups the back of your head to prevent hitting your head on the cabinets above you. A giggle erupts out of you as you look down at him from your new seat.

“Y'know I could have gotten up here myself.” You say as you watch Eddie pour out the extra water down the drain. He sets the empty pot on the stove, the cooked rice bag now sitting off to the side.

“Yeah, but it’s not nearly as romantic,” Eddie cocks his head, as he steps between your legs. His hips line up perfectly at counter height, making it easy to wrap your legs around him. Which you have to do—it’s only right. You rest your hands behind his head, fingers twirling in the ends of his hair. Eddie leans down and presses a kiss to your forehead, leaving his lips to hover above your skin as he hums contently. “What’s next?” You ask, Eddie opens his eyes again to look down at you.

“Eggs.” He hesitantly steps away from your grasp, cracking two eggs into the pot. Sizzling noises fill the room as Eddie scrambles the eggs with a plastic spatula. His long hair falls out of his face as he tilts his head back in a laugh. You narrow your eyes at him and cross your arms across your chest, “what are you laughing at, Chef Munson?”

“I was going to say quite possibly the cheesiest line to you–” he says through broken laughter.

“Well now I have to hear it,” you start to giggle at your boyfriend. He drops the spatula against the stovetop and covers his face with his hands, his body still shaking with laughter. “Eddie, what!”

“I was gonna, I was gonna say ‘you’re so hot I could cook an egg on you, I don’t even need the stove.’”

“Oh Eds…that's awful,” you laugh, feeling Eddie's giggles consume you.

“I didn’t say it was good, I said it was cheesy.”

I don't want you to get lost

I don't want you to go broke

I want you

It's 'cause I love you, babe

In every kind of way

Just a little taste

Know I love you, babe

“Open,” Eddie commands while holding a spatula in the air. You open your lips as he serves you a bite of his latest midnight creation. “Good?” He asks, eyebrows raised while holding his breath. Eddie always hopes prays for high praise from you. No matter what the topic is, he wants to hear your thoughts and wishes that it’ll come with a sprinkle of compliments. He’s never felt so in love before and it hurts his chest to think of the time when you weren’t around judging his cheesy pick-up lines. It’s like the kitchen counter top was made for you to sit on.

“So good, baby,” you say once you’ve swallowed the sample of rice. Eddie’s face breaks into a continuous smile, all his perfect wrinkles scattering across his skin. “You should cook more often. You’re always so…” you trail off looking for the right word.

“Creative? I mean there are left-over chicken nuggets in this fried rice and I’m pretty sure the recipe doesn’t call for them.” He brushes his fingertips across your lips, wiping the soy sauce away. You nod and let him go back to his meal. He hesitates for a moment, hands lingering over the clean bowls in the dishrack. “Wanna eat out of the pot? No use in dirting dishes,” You suggest, Eddie’s shoulders relaxing at the sound of your voice. He swears his heart could bust out of his chest at any given moment. It’s the simplest things that make Eddie’s knees weak. You smile as you watch Eddie try his best to present his masterpiece in the best way he can. Once he’s content with his work, he turns, standing next to you (as you still sit on the counter). Eddie shoves a fork-full of rice into his mouth before dipping the utensil back into the bowl to collect a bite for you. He brings it up to your lips silently and you open your mouth, taking a bite happily. No part of you is hungry, but you would eat endless amounts of Eddie’s fried rice just to keep his smile on his face. The two of you look into each other's eyes silently swapping turns eating in the dim kitchen. Eddie practically eats the entire meal himself, but you let him; your focus is better spent on the way he looks leaning against the counter. His backside pressed against the cabinets, one hand holding the handle of the pot – the fork waving in the air as he turns to you, “You know I love you, babe. Right?”

I'm not going to get lost

I'm not going to go broke

Staying cool

If the stars were edible

And our hearts were never full

Could we live with just a taste?

Just a taste

It's 'cause I love you, babe

In every kind of way

Just a little taste

Know I love you, babe

You slide off the counter, stepping in front of him as he places the bowl into the sink. “Of course I do, Eddie. I love y-”

“Why are you into me?” He whispers, his eyes bouncing around the kitchen trying to avoid eye contact.

“What?” You tilt your head back, “Eddie–”

“You’re way too cool, way too nice, way too smart, and way too hot to be with me,” he smirks, wrapping his arms around your waist. “You lie to me to protect my feelings-”

“I have never lied to you,” you protest with a smile.

“Sweetheart, you just ate that sad excuse for fried rice, when you weren’t hungry just so I wouldn’t be alone out here.”

“Hey!” You press a finger to his chest, “I didn’t lie, I just avoided telling you the truth.”

“Same shit,” Eddie chuckles as he tightens his arms around your waist lifting you over his shoulder. He glides down the hall as you smack his ass trying to get him to put you down. Finally he rests you on his disheveled bed and hovers over you on his forearms. Eddie presses his lips across your jaw leading up to your ears. He whispers your name, “I’m serious though, you know I love you?” You smile up at him, running your fingers across his cheeks.

“Yes, I do.”

“No– I don’t think you do,” Eddie leans his face into your hands. “I think you, think you do.”

“Eddie, how high are you?”

“I just mean, every time I look at you or you do something for me, even the simplest of things, my heart hurts. It aches with how much I love you.” Eddie presses a kiss below your eyes as they flutter shut. “My heart always feels so full around you, but somehow every time you make it possible to fill it with more love. My heart will never be full. I don’t- I don’t know if I’m even making sense anymore, but what I want to say is that I love you, in every kind of way.” Slowly you open your eyes to take him in, your Eddie. Your love. Your everything. He’s always been vocal with his love for you, but this. This was unfiltered, pure love. He’s still hovering over you, but his eyes are shut, cheeks tinted. You can tell he’s beyond nervous waiting for your response as his breath shutters.

“Eddie,” you run your fingers through his hair. “Look at me.” You encourage him and he slowly opens his eyes again. “I love you more than I could ever put into words. Imagine how you feel, tenfold. I love how you care for me even in the smallest of ways. It’s the smallest things that make my heart ache. You covering my head whenever you lift me onto the counter? All because I hit my head one time?” You continue to run your hands through his curls, “it’s those little things that make me fall deeper in love with you too.”

“Thank god,” Eddie sighs, his face breaking into a smile. “I was thinking I went on that tangent, for you to just say ‘I love you, too!’” He mimics your voice in the best way he can. You pull your hands away from his curls and slap him on the chest.

“I do not sound like that.”

“I do not sound like that.” He parrots.

“I hate you.” You giggle into his neck as he lays down on you.

“No you don’t,” you can practically feel his smile against your skin. His hands now skimming up your sides.

“Nah, I don’t.”

“You love me.” He gushes.

“I love you, Eddie Munson.”

“And I love you, sweetheart. Don’t ever forget it.” His words start to slur as sleep takes him away. His fingers stopping their movements all together. You brush away his curls from his forehead and place a kiss where they once were. Eddie’s lips curl into a smile and he tightens his grip on you. You really do love him in every kind of way.

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ahhhh mushy eddie </3 I just couldn’t get the idea of making junk food with eddie out of my brain so thats how this was born, anyways I hope you all enjoyed!

next in the series: “late night talking” - s.h. x reader

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the-offside-rule · 1 year

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Mason Mount (Chelsea) - Coffee Talks

Requested: on wattpad

Prompts: 44) "I'm just looking at your eyes."

49) "Stop smiling at me, I can't."

Warnings: nope

Running through the streets of London isnt exactly how Y/n imagined her Thursday morning. She more so expected to be doing normal physio assistant things, like maybe taking details or helping the Physiotherapist but no. Coffee runs. She quickly stumbled into the coffee shop to be faced with a massive line to the counter. She was given twenty minutes to be back, how was she gonna do that now? She took her phone out and called the clinic she worked for, waiting for them to answer. "Hello?" The familiar voice of her boss answered. "Hey, it's me Y/n? The line here is huge, I wont be able to be back on time." She explained. "I mean, take your time I suppose. Just be back before ten." She looked at the time. "But that's in twenty five minutes."

"Yes?"

"Nothing, I'll get back as soon as possible." She hung up and sighed, a string of curses being let out underneath her breath. "Next please!"

"Two caramel lattes, one hazelnut latte with hazelnut milk, a chai tea, three cappuccinos and an americano with soy milk and a sugar." She gasped out in one breath. The barista smiled at her. "Whatt size?" She thought for a moment. "Just give me them all large."

"£41.60 altogether please." Her jaw nearly hit the floor. "Jesus, that's gonna hurt the bank account." She chuckled, takingher card out to tap.

"I'm so sorry miss, it declined." Y/n groaned. "Are you sure?" The barista nodded. "Is there any way I could put this on a tab and pay later? My wages are in today." She shook her head. "I'm afraid not." Right then, she spotted a card being handed across her shoulder. "I'll pay-" She cut the polite stranger off. "No, I have cash." She quickly muttered, opening her purse and handing over a fifty pound note. Y/n received her change and quickly grabbed her coffee and speed walked towards the door. "Six pounds for a fucking cup of flavoured water and milk." She muttered, leaving the coffee shop. She heard a chuckle from someone behind her. She turned to see a man with brown hair, almost as if it was off of a Disney Prince. "Sorry, that was hilarious." He said. "Well it's true. Shouldn't be over 3 pounds. It wasnt where I'm from."

"Well, I'm here because you left your card for the tube at the counter." She looked down and saw him handing her a card. "Oh my god, thank you!" She exclaimed. "Could you just put it in my pocket please? My hands are full." The man put the card into her coat pocket and then went in front of her to open the door. "After you." He smiled. "Whhy thank you?" She paused and waited for his name. "Mason. And you're welcome?"

"Y/n." The smile stayed the same. "Nice name." Y/n shivered as she stood in the street. "Freezing, isnt it?" She said through jittering teeth. "I can give you a lift if you'd like. My cars only a minute away." Mason said pointing down the street. "No, no. I'm fine getting the tube." She said. "You sure?" She nodded. "Well I mean theres two stops I could get off at but the one that goes a bit further is three minutes closer to work." Mason smiled again. She kind of loved his smile. "It'll be quicker by car. Theres mental lines at the tube, especially this time of year." She thought to herself for a while before kindly accepting his offer. "As long as you aren't a serial killer." She joked. "Ah, my covers blown now." She giggled at his light hearted response. They continued talking until they reached his car. Now, Y/n expected something different, a car that someone his age would have like maybe a polo or a ford but what wasnt on her list was a custom black mercedes g wagon.

"This is your car?" He nodded and opened the door. "Just bought it. Real fast." He said. Y/n was dumbfounded. Who was this guy? "What are you, a doctor or something?" She asked, sitting into the car. "Nah, guess again." He closed the door and walked around to his side where he got in. "You a doctor maybe?" He shook his head and looked out the window to look for traffic. "How about celebrity? You a secret celebrity?" He grinned. "Something like that."

"Singer?"

"No."

"Actor?"

"No."

"Model?"

"Sometimes." Her face twisted. "What do you mean sometimes?" She asked. "Sometimes I'm asked to model soome stuff." She thought for a minute. "Footballer?" He looked over and nodded. "Chelsea?" He nodded again. "You're not Mason Mount are you?"

"And shes won it!" He exclaims. "So what is it that you do, since you know mine and all." He asked. "I'm a physio assistant. I graduated in September." Mason nodded. "Are you working in a hospital? A clinic?"

"I'm working in a clinic. I hate them all there but its work." She sighed and looked out the window. "Well, if you ever need, I've got links in Chelsea." He joked. "Ha, ha. How'd you get links there?" She joked back. "You know what I mean though. If you ever need out of there, just let me know." She smiled and looked out the window. "And how will I manage to do that?" She paused. "This is my stop." She said. As Mason pulled in, she turned back to face him, but was instead faced by his phone, opened. "Giving me an iPhone 11? How generous." She chuckled. "No, no, put your number in. That's how you're gonna message me about Chelsea." She smiled as she took his phone. "Or anything else."

Y/n typed her number in before handing it back. "Same goes for you. Thanks for the lift by the way." She smiled and hopped out, but by the time she turned around to wave goodbye, her prince charming was already gone, and nothing but a memory that made her smile like nothing ever had.

#football #football imagines #football blurbs #masont mount imagines #mason mount imagine #mason mount #mason mount imagines

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dreamcatchers-husband · 2 years

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First Date

Male Reader X Izone Sakura

Length 2900+

Tags: Dirty talk, Creampie

Pt 1 Pt 2

Ding!.

Your face is blessed with a beautiful picture of Sakura. The white top stopped right above her stomach. Her midriff amazed you as the outline of her abs blessed your eyes.

“Hi Oppa. What do you think of my outfit?”

Jesus Kkura. You look gorgeous.

“Well, I’m done with my recordings for today while the rest of the girls still have a lot to go. I was hoping you could finally take me on our first date?”

It’s been three weeks since that crazy night with your girlfriend Chaewon and Sakura. Well, you guess you could say your girlfriend’s now. The past few weeks have been busy for the members of Lesserafim with nonstop shoots and almost no free time. The little free time you had you spent with Chaewon but have been neglecting your new girl.

Oh that’s great Sakura! I would love to take you on a date. Wait for me there and I’ll pick you up soon.

“Ok Oppa I’ll wait for you. Bye!”

Putting the phone down you run to your room to change. You put on a simple dress shirt and khakis and run to your car. You aren’t quite sure how but you’re on the road in the blink of an eye. The drive was very uneventful as you arrived quickly at the studio.

Pulling your phone out you send Sakura a text as she runs outside to your vehicle. As she jumps in the passenger seat you quickly feel a pair of lips attach to your own. The kiss is quick but pulling back your face is blessed with the smile of your new girlfriend.

“Hey Kkura. How did your shoot go today?”

You start to drive as Sakura opens up about her day.

“Pretty well. I was the first to arrive at the shoot so I got out early. Chae recommended you take me out on our first date.”

“Well, I’m glad she suggested it. I hope you enjoy our date.”

“I’m excited to see what you have planned.”

A few more minutes pass as you finally arrive back home and park the car.

“Let’s head inside!”

You jump out of the vehicle and run over to the passenger door opening it. The look of confusion on her face is apparent but Sakura doesn’t argue and grabs your hand stepping out and you both go up to your apartment. As you walk in, your shoes are removed and Sakura follows you into the kitchen.

“So I didn’t have much time to plan a date so I figured we could have a comfy dinner at home. I hope you don’t mind.”

The warmth from Sakura’s smile makes you happy as she nods.

“That’s more than perfect as long as it’s me and you.”

“Ok then Kkura. Do you want to try my fried chicken? I make my own spicy sauce that people seem to enjoy when they taste it.”

“Of course! Just cook whatever you want. I’m always down for chicken.”

Opening the fridge you pull out the ingredients needed, most importantly the chicken thighs. Once you pull out the chicken you grab your knife, take it out of the packaging and start to cut it into bite sizes. Once it’s all cut you throw it into a bowl and add salt pepper and a bit of garlic. Once the spices are mixed you put the chicken to the side to rest for a bit and pour the oil into your pan for later.

“So how did you learn how to make fried chicken?”

“My dad taught me and he created his sauce so I’m excited for you to try it.”

Once the chicken has rested a bit you pull out your chicken batter and add the water. Once the consistency was how you liked it your hands reached for the chicken and threw it in. Once the frying powder was in a box you threw the Chiron in and mixed it around until it was ready. Once that final step was done you threw the chicken into the boiling oil.

“Now we make the sauce, wanna help me with this part?”

Sakura nodded excitedly as you grabbed the ingredients you needed.

“First we need chili paste so one tablespoon of that.”

Sakura got a tablespoon and threw it into a bowl.

“Now we need ketchup, soy sauce, some pepper flakes, garlic, and then my secret ingredient of cinnamon powder.”

Sakura followed along with what you told her as she added all of the ingredients to make the sauce. Finally, the sauce was done as you cooked it a bit and threw the chicken that was ready in. Your dinner was now ready.

You plated the Chicken evenly and put it on your dining room table.

“Do you have any beer?”

You nod happily pulling two cans out. Both of you sit down and look at each other.

“Thank you for the meal!”

Both of you dig into the chicken and take a bite. You look towards Sakura nervously as her eyes shoot wide open.

“This sauce is amazing!.”

You’re filled with relief that Sakura enjoys your food.

“I’m really glad you liked it Kkura. I enjoyed teaching you how to make my sauce.”

“I’m not much of one for cooking but I enjoyed making it as well since it was with you.”

The little time you are spending with Sakura makes you happy.

“So I know we touched on it a bit that night but how did this whole sharing me thing come up?”

Sakura chuckles a bit and nods her head.

“Well back when we were in Iz*one you caught the attention of all the members. The thing was none of us mentioned to each other that you had caught our eyes. A bit of time went by and we finally opened up to each other that we liked you but it was too late because Chaewon had already asked you out.”

“Well, I never knew that. It’s pretty interesting.”

“Yeah, and your relationship with Chae kept growing and going great. Time passed and now I’m in a new group with her but I still liked you. Since those feelings were still there I opened up to Chae and told me she was open to sharing you as a boyfriend.”

“Wow, that amazes me.”

“Yep. Chae figured you would be ok with it as she said she noticed you take small glances at all of us before.”

“Oh sorry about that.”

Sakura laughs a little bit and shakes her head.

“Don’t worry about it. Plus I’m your girlfriend now, so I better see you keeping your eyes on me and Chae only for now.”

“Well don’t worry, I’m happy with my two beautiful girlfriends.”

The rest of your dinner is filled with small talk and laughter until your plates are cleared.

“Well dinner is done. Do you want to watch a movie or something?”

“Yeah of course. Let’s head to your room!”

You’re surprised a bit because you meant watching something in the living but you won’t argue with her. Following behind Sakura you see her jump on your bed giving you a small glance at her white panties. Your mind begins to fill with the memories of you fucking Sakura last time. You would love to recreate those memories but this is about having a nice date with Kkura.

Laying down next to Sakura she grabs the remote and turns on the tv. You don’t even get time to tell her what to watch as Sakura puts on an anime.

“Oh Demon Slayer! Let’s watch this!”

Your focus goes to the tv as you watch the anime. You aren’t sure how much time passes as the season ends. Grabbing the remote, you begin to surf through the channel for the next thing to watch, until you feel Sakura’s ass on your crotch. It could have been an accident that she moved up to you like that but When Sakura begins to grind herself on your dick, you knew what she wanted.

“I’m surprised you managed to control yourself all this time.”

“I would never force you to do something. Plus I wanted to give you a great first date. I’m sorry I haven’t given you much attention these last few weeks. This whole having more than one girlfriend thing is new to me.”

Sakura stops grinding on you and turns to face you. Your lips are suddenly met with hers in a simple kiss. The kiss wasn’t one out of lust like the ones you had with her last time. This one was full of just love. Pulling back from the kiss Kkura smiles at you.

“It’s ok. Anything I do with you I love. This little date already showed me your love.”

Your hand touched her cheek as You smile back at her.

“Still, I wanted this to be a nice cute little date.”

“And it was. Now we can just do this to make it a memorable first date.”

Seeing the list in Sakura’s eyes you pull her back in for a kiss once again. This time the kiss is aggressive as you pull Kkura’s body closer to your own. You feel your girlfriend’s hands begin to unbutton your dress shirt until you rip it off your body.

Sakura pulls back from the kiss and jumps on top of you, making you lay on your back. Small kisses are felt over your face as Kkura moves from your face to your neck to your chest. The kisses continue as she moves farther down your body reaching your abs. Looking down you see your girlfriend begin to unbuckle your pants. Once the buckle is loose you help her as Sakura pulls off your pants and underwear.

Bliss hits your body as you feel Sakura’s small hand wrap around your dick.

“Eager aren’t you Kkura?”

“Fuck how can I not be when I remember how good you fucked me last time with this massive thing. I’m sure you missed this.”

Before you could ask what this was you felt an amazing wet sensation on your cock. Sakura’s tongue went up and down your length slowly. When Kkura’s tongue reached your tip she would swirl it all around, flicking your most sensitive spot on the top backside of your dick. Each flick makes your legs jerk from the amazing sensation.

“Fuck Sakura that’s soo good. Keep going, sweetie.”

Your girlfriend's response is to wrap her lips around your dick. Slowly she begins to bob her head up and down on your cock. As Sakura begins to pick up speed you reach down for and pull her head down on your length. Holding Sakura down on your cock you feel her tighten her throat around your cock nearly making you blow your load already.

Letting go of Kkura’s head she pulls her head back up gasping for air. You were a bit worried you might have overdone it but the smile on her face tells you otherwise. Your girlfriend's lips return to your cock as she continues to fuck her face on it. Your peak is coming soon and Sakura can tell as your rod begins to throb. Knowing you are close, Sakura builds up speed and brings your length down her throat. Shots of your semen go down as she drinks it all. You are quite worried she might almost drown with how much you are cuming but she continues to drink it all.

Once You finish coming Sakura pulls her head back and shows you an empty mouth, she drank it all.

“Jesus Kkura. You still surprise me.”

“I’m glad. Now I think I deserve a reward.”

Sakura rips off her top leaving you in sight of her beautiful breast. Pulling up your upper body you attach your lips to her nipple giving it small sucks to begin. Small moans leave Sakura’s mouth as she wraps her arms around your head, pulling you in deeper. Your tongue begins to play with her nipple swirling your tongue around. your attention then moves to her left breast as you continue the assault on her boobs. Your hands move to her waist as you pull down on her skirt and panties until they are off.

The sight of Sakura’s beautiful body makes you hard again, but you know you owe Sakura more than just playing with her breast. Flipping Sakura on her back you move down to her abs and give small kisses moving down to her waist, then her thighs, finally reaching her folds.

Giving her pussy a kiss you begin to lick her lips causing small moans to leave Sakura’s mouth. Your hand moves up as you open her folds and move your tongue in and out of her pussy. Tongue fucking her pussy was great but you knew you wanted to make her cum. All your efforts went to look for her clit, finding it after a few seconds. Just like her nipple you give it a few little sucks and then swirl your Tongue all around it. Sakura is enjoying it as she grabs your hair and pulls you into her pussy even more.

Your hand now looking for something to do pushes a finger in and causes Kkura to jerk her legs.

“Fuck sweetie! Keep going, I’m almost there.”

Knowing your girlfriend is close you are one more finger to help bring her peak. Screams fill the room as you feel your head get crushed by Sakura’s thighs. Pulling back from her pussy you see Sakura is still shaking a bit after her orgasm. Your hands move back to her breast and give them small squeezes eating for Sakura to gain her composure.

“That was good, but now I want that cock to fill my pussy like last time.”

“With pleasure.”

Your length was fully hard at this point, so you lined yourself up with her folds and slowly pushed into her pussy. The memory of her Pussy didn’t compare to how good it felt in her. Sakura was still the tightest pussy you had ever been in. Your length finally reaches the ends of her cavern; filling her to the brim.

Pulling your hips back you begin to slowly fuck Sakura as moans leave her mouth.

“Sweetie as good as this feels I think I deserve a proper fucking. This feels like you’re my ex trying to please me.”

Hear Sakura mention an ex filled you with anger you had never felt before. Your hands get a hold of her waist as you increase your speed you fuck her pussy.

“O-Oh fuck. Why are you so aggressive… oh you got mad I mentioned an ex huh?”

“Shut up and take my cock.”

Your speed and aggressiveness increase when you see a smirk on Sakura’s face.

“Awe, are you jealous I m-mentioned an ex? Maybe you should fuck me properly to show me why you're my boyfriend now.”

You grab Sakura’s hand and pull her upper body closer to your own. Seeing Sakura’s neck you attach your lips to her neck giving it small kisses and bites to mark her. With each little bite on her neck, you hear her moan and pant.

“Fuck that’s right. I’m yours now. Make sure everyone knows.”

“S-Shut up!”

Wanting to make her stay silent you move your hand down to her clit and start to rub it. Yells fill the room as you begin to drive Sakura over the edge once again.

“I’m so close baby. Make me cum please.”

Your dick continues to fuck her as you rub her clit a little faster. Sakura’s walls start to constrict as she screams and fluids rush out of her pussy. Slowing yourself down You see that Kkura’s eyes rolled to the back of her head. In the back of your head, You had the idea to overstimulate her with what she said but you already love this girl and wouldn’t want to hurt her.

Sakura begins to move around again as she looks at you and smirks.

“Fuck that was great sweetie. You were even more aggressive than last time.”

“Don’t bring up an ex.”

“Why?”

Sakura begins to move her hips back on your dick. You feel her clench with the muscles in her pussy. Honestly, you're gonna cum soon. You start fucking Kkura again as she wraps her arms around you.

“I can tell you’re close. Go ahead and cum. Don’t worry Oppa, only You get to cum in my pussy. It’s all yours so prove it.”

With the last bit of strength you piston in and out of your girlfriend, your orgasm approaching.

“Fuck you dirty girl I’m gonna cum in this fucking pussy.”

“Come on Oppa. Paint my walls with your seed.”

Those final words drive you to the edge as you shoot your load into her pussy. You aren’t sure how many shots of your seed fill her pussy. If Sakura is not safe you might be expecting a baby soon. Gasping for air you drop onto the bed pulling Sakura with you. Giggles fill the room as you wrap Kkura in your arms.

“Sorry I mentioned an ex. I just saw how aggressive you were and it turned me on. You are the only one for me now, ok?”

“Sorry. I shouldn’t get jealous like that when I have two girlfriends now.”

“It’s ok Oppa. That was really fun either way.”

“Yeah, that really was fun.”

“The best part is we have all night.”

You laugh a bit as you kiss Sakura’s forehead. It may be a hit soon to say this but fuck it.

“I love you Sakura.”

“I love you too Oppa.”

Guess only time will tell how having two girlfriends will go.

A/N- Sakura has been killing me lately. not sure why I made this a mini series but oh well. My next fic will be a long one for a certain Idol’s birthday next week, that’s your hint on who it’s about. Thank you for reading and see you next time

#smut #kpopsmut #sakurasmut #izonesmut

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sinistersinister · 4 months

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dragula finale liveblog, under the cut. i'll just make one post and type in it as i watch.

warning: spoilers ahead

first thought: a lip-synch? may the best monster win? this is just goth rupaul i guess.

second thought: the boulets are gorgeousssssss i LOVE their headpieces. anna-varney CUNTodea more like

skipping most of the confessionals. i want to be surprised. but i did catch nio's and it's like hoso's, part 2, but it's an important message and it still feels fresh.

love throb's filth idea.

ork remains colombian tommy wiseau. "my filth look is inspired by this... fucking GROSS slug... i found one time in a bathroom."

ork is such a sweetheart. i do not get why the fandom on reddit seems to hate him. i think it's probably classism and maybe a bit of racism. he's like what jay kay said they were-- up-front and honest and 'telling it like it is.' unlike jay kay, ork can actually dish it out AND take it, it seems like. (i do not dislike jay kay, but the way they were portrayed on the show made it seem like they were immature but not in the fun way. i do love a shit-stirrer but i like someone who's more incisive and self-aware about it.)

throb is very sincere and a bit socially inept. which i find charming.

i would have loved to see more of blackberri beyond 'nicey cutie with a beard.' like that weird tangent a few episodes ago about the christian traveling puppet show. like what? hello??? that was FASCINATING? she spent too much time being the producers' friend and not enough time being blackberri. imo.

at this point (~20 minutes in) i think nio's taking the crown.

FILTH TIME!

first thought: ork needs more goop for his slug to be gross. it's just cute, not filthy.

second thought: oh. oh THERE'S the slime. i am literally gagging so that's a good indication this was a 'successful' look. not the first time i've seen that pose from ork tho. nonetheless i would have liked more slime. it's a 'fucking GROSS slug,' so i want slimes and goops!

first thought: blackberri doing some christian puppetry callbacks with that suit. i think that's a good idea. playing to her strengths. it's kind of cute and menacing in an '80s mascot costume that was left in a warehouse and is now mildewed and spooky' way.

second thought: insufficiently filthy. ohhh you ate a raw fish. and? and? put more gross trash in your mouth! nose fell off too!

first thought: throb is also not sufficiently gross. but i love the lewk.

second thought: nvm i am again litcherally gagging. i have a thing about bubbly fluids and i was never more glad for 'switching tabs and looking away.'

fist thought: NIO OH GROSSSSSSSSSS. nio proving that the filthiest thing......is racism U___U. also slopping around in rotting food. that is also very nasty.

second thought: idk there was more potential for nio being gross. she came out so strong and i was underwhelmed by how gross she didn't get. make soy sauce come out of the pig foot strap on!!!!

winner: throb. i think a filth look is successful if it makes me feel sick.

post-show: oh, i didn't know ork was trying to literally puke. it would have been SO good if it had worked. next time put some ipecac on that tail, ork!

HORROR TIME

woah ork has great taste in obscure scary movies!!!! blackberri has a great taste in classic horror movies!!!! the girlies have done the reading!

nio: this could have been a glamour look. giving TITTYcut follies. i think the bodysuit was underwhelming though. same with the hairography.

blackberri: LOVE the idea and i think the execution is 80% there. the glittery blood is SO good. i just wish the skin looked more like skin and less like a trash bag? also lol at the silly little heels.

ork: jesus christ

throb: eh, whatever. why the pregnancy? i liked how unwholesome and distended the belly looked. maybe they could have leaned into that more?

winner: ork. i mean. come on. runner-up: blackberri based on concept alone.

GLAMOUR

oooh i just noticed the boulets' glove nails. we looooove

nio: best face, absolutely the most glamorous face. the bodysuit is good but i think it needs more rhinestones, or encrusted jewels from the sea, or something.

blackberri: nice but not especially glamorous? idk. i need more. and i haaaaated the necklace. it felt so out of place and like something i could get on aliexpress for 10 bux (and not in the ork "make something that cost next to nothing into art" way).

ork: i don't think it's uhhhh glamorous in the conventional way. i like it but i don't get 'glamour' from it. i think the number one ork critique (he can only do one thing) applies here.

throb: lmao this IS goth rupaul. complete with rose petal reveal. weird chest piece too. but unarguably glamorous. face was so good. also, they had the best performance. you can tell they were a burlesque performer. also, their gags finally worked :3 yaaaaay!

the music reminds me of the birthday massacre. nostalgic, to me.

winner: tie between nio and throb. this glamour section was probably the weakest of the three sections.

alright. all the sections are over.

based solely on the floor show i stand by my original assessment that it's nio's show to lose. throb (not memorable but quite good at what they do) and ork (one-trick pony, but that pony can fuckin PERFORM) tied for second. blackberri should not have made it this far. i do not think there should have been a top 4.

judging panel boulets again steal the show. i adore the wigs with the spiky sparkly gelled (?) points, and the luxurious big fluffy (feathery?) collars.

why tf are they hyping blackberri so much? what kind of dirt does she have on them? did something get lost in translation? is it something you have to see in real life and you're missing something otherwise?

aw at the boulets being nice to nio.

love the final lewks. my favorite is ork's because it's a callback to the dbz-looking thing he had for the blacklight challenge. nio's underwhelms me but it's a smart choice for if you're dunked in blood. the makeup is killer. throb's is ehhhh. blackberry's is quite glamorous and put together but insufficiently goth/weird for me. i do like the face pearls though!

YAAAAAAAAAY I WAS RIGHT NIO WON. and ork clapping his flippers in delight again :3

anyway. good season i guess. i hope jarvis is in a mental space where he's good to compete again for titans. and i hope there's nothing terrible that happened between nio and ork.

#dragula #spoilers

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luchibrincandocomliteratura · 7 months

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A palavra de Deus para hoje é:

Leve Jesus Ao Mundo. ❤️🙏🌍

O Pai está te procurando Ele deixa as 99 só pra te encontrar.

— Lucas 15:4 ❤️

A chuva cai porque as nuvens

Não suportam tanto peso ...

As lágrimas caem porque muitas

Vezes o nosso Coração, não consegue

Suportar tanta .dor ,tanta Ingratidão.

A cada dia que passa, eu sinto mais e mais o desejo de estar aos pés de Cristo. ❤️🙏

Concede-me, ó Deus, que eu possa orar não somente com minha boca; ajuda-me a orar desde as profundezas do meu coração.

A Amizade ...Sincera...

É a doce fragrância das flores

De nossas Vidas ,que perfuma a Alma

E quando verdadeira

Encanta os nossos Corações.

O que agora vemos é como uma imagem imperfeita num espelho embaçado, mas depois veremos face a face. Agora o meu conhecimento é imperfeito, mas depois conhecerei perfeitamente, assim como sou conhecido por Deus.

— 1 Coríntios 13:12 ❤️🙏

Perdão Jesus, por machucar tanto seu coração sendo um filho tão falho.

Você só se tornou maduro, se agradece pelo que Deus dá e pelo que Ele tira... “Jó 1.21-22 e disse: Saí nu do ventre de minha mãe, e estarei nu quando partir. O SENHOR me deu o que eu tinha, e o SENHOR o tomou. Louvado seja o nome do SENHOR! Em tudo isso, Jó não pecou nem culpou a Deus.” Eu cansei de fazer muitas coisas e desisti de forçar algumas. Mas só não cansei de Esperar em Ti Senhor e orar pela mudança que vai chegar.

🙏Evangelho (Mt 5,13-16)🙏

Naquele tempo, disse Jesus aos seus discípulos:

13”Vós sois o sal da terra. Ora, se o sal se tornar insosso, com que salgaremos? Ele não servirá para mais nada, senão para ser jogado fora e ser pisado pelos homens.

14 Vós sois a luz do mundo. Não pode ficar escondida uma cidade construída sobre um monte.

15 Ninguém acende uma lâmpada e a coloca debaixo de uma vasilha, mas sim num candeeiro, onde ela brilha para todos os que estão em casa.

16 Assim também brilhe a vossa luz diante dos homens, para que vejam as vossas boas obras e louvem o vosso Pai que está nos céus”.

— Palavra da Salvação.

— Glória a vós, Senhor.

Então o Filho do Homem aparecerá descendo numa nuvem, com poder e grande glória.

— Lucas 21:27 ❤️

Tenha um ótimo dia na presença do Senhor nosso Deus amém

Rogerio Messineo Luchi

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Entry 1 [The Page, pt1]

I’m sure everyone can remember their retail days. The periods of our lives when we worked long hours for shit pay and at the mercy of every dickhead who felt a soy sauce shortage was a legitimate reason to ruin someone’s shift. I’m still unfortunately eyeballs deep in that phase of my life. I sure wish that soccer moms with bad haircuts or thumb-shaped juice heads with little-man syndrome were the biggest of my problems. We all make jokes about working retail being Hell, some even compare it to purgatory. A between space where time passes at a painstaking crawl. It’s nothing compared to this.

I had my back pressed against a cold refrigerator in the appliance showroom. I was starting to get the hang of this disturbing version of hide and seek, but I was getting pretty tired of being the one hiding all the time.

I could hear the subtle, deep-throated clicking of the creature as it made its slow pursuit up the aisles, meticulously searching. It knew I was here, they always did. I could see the arch of its back over high shelves and its gangly limbs clinging to beams to keep its balance.

I held my hands over my mouth and tried to steady my breath as the creature made its clumsy advanced. A viscous sludge oozed from its skin sounding like tar when it dripped to the floor. The sludge, eating away at everything it touched like corrosive Piranha Solution. It smelled of hot Florida dumpster. Like burnt tire rubber, warm beer and melted plastic with the nose-curling sourness of spoiled food. I could feel the muscles in my gut sizing, threatening to eject the dry cereal I shoveled into my mouth this morning.

The refrigerators rattled as I saw a meaty clawed hand the size of a large dog cling to their tops followed by the sound of ragged breath. The smell grew heavier as the hand slapped from one fridge to another until it settled atop of mine. It sat there just long enough to wonder if I’d been found before it, along with the smell, vanished entirely.

*Oh thank God…*

I waited for my heart to move from hammering in my throat to back in my chest. I peek my head out from behind the fridge to see no one. I was alone again.

“Management nearly got you this time, man.”

Or at least I thought I was. I about pissed myself and quickly turned around to find a mannequin standing within shoe throwing distance in an ugly sweater and pair of fitted khakis.

“FRED! Jesus Christ! I told you to start announcing yourself!”

“I mean, I could have. But then you would have ended up as Sheryl’s lunch.”

I know what everyone would be thinking right about now. “This guy is hiding from monsters and talking to mannequins, he’s probably nuts,” and yeah… you’d probably be right. But consider this first— I work retail. I deserve to be crazy, so reserve all judgments for now.

The mannequin, Fred, swung his body from side to side, stiffly waddling over to me.

“What’d you do to make her mad this time? Breath too loud? Sit too long?”

I stood up and dusted the lint bunnies from my pants. “Fidgeting with a sign stickytab…” I said.

“Yeah, that’ll do it. She got Juan earlier, poor bastard didn’t even see her coming.”

Fred looked like a life-sized Ken Doll and spoke with a New York accent. His mouth never moved though. It was permanently fixed into a smile, filled with a row of perfectly straight, white painted teeth. But his eyes… those moved. They seemed to follow you. It was like one of those spooky old paintings where the eyes seemed to track you around the room, no matter where you went. It was a little creepy.

“Donkey tattoo Juan? I liked him. He didn’t give me as many stink-eyes as the others.”

“Well, he’s got no eyes to stink with anymore. Squashed like a watermelon, KER-SPLAT. Sheryl didn’t even stop to lookit’em.”

“Yeesh…”

“Better him than us.”

“Us? It won’t eat you. It'd be like eating a plastic bead,” I said as I began to re-face the water filters again.

“I mean. Yeah, but I’d give her indigestion for you if she ever does!” Fred made an attempt at putting his hands on his hips with an awkward, rubbery squeak.

“How noble of you.”

If Fred had been endowed with the gift face muscles, he’d probably be wearing a shit-eating grin.

“It ain't easy being a Hero!”

I listened again to see if Sheryl was still around. Can never be too careful with Manager “Five Ears To The Ground” Sheryl. The screams in the distance told me it was somewhere in Household Chemicals which meant there was around six miles of store between us.

The hellscape where I work is called Thetamart. It was supposed to be like a super shopping center, best described as if a mall and Costco had a baby. But this baby was unfortunately disfigured so horribly it broke and disregarded the laws of the reality we live in. All that to say, ThetaMart is like a retail affair baby if H.P. Lovecraft was the mistress. It’s full of impossible creatures, monsters and products an insane person couldn’t even conjure in their strangest fever dreams.

Everything inside of ThetaMart is white— a stark, sterile white from floor to ceiling, with shelves that stand several tall men high. There’s the lingering smell of cheap plastic in here, and the only thing piercing the constant mind-numbing silence is the distant sound of tinny elevator music that seemingly comes from everywhere and nowhere. The tune feels so familiar, just not enough to place or follow. If that wasn’t chilling enough, the screams that abruptly break the silent hours when management is close by is frightening enough to start the heart of a dead man.

Which is why it was so strange when first, a momentary blanket of silence fell over the store, like what they do for memorials. It was an oppressive, drawn out stillness before being broken by a voice erupting from the invisible speakers.

“Max, there is a call waiting for you on—” The page was followed by a shrill garble that sounded like Jabba The Hutt was choking on rocks before it went silent again.

I looked at Fred.

“What the fuck was that?”

“You got a page man, you gotta answer it.”

“How? There’s no phone in this department.”

The nearest working phone that I knew of was in electronics which was about six or so miles away. I'd just cut my losses and throw myself from the highest shelf. There was no way I'd make it without being maimed or eaten before getting there. As absurd as this place is, I don't think trekking over Toys and finding a Playskool Elmo & Friends Smartphone would cut it either.

“Well it won’t stop paging you till you answer it, and trust me. You’re gonna wanna answer it.”

“What… What happens if I don't?”

He doesn’t respond and instead stares silently for a moment.

“…Hello?”

He lunged forward and snatched my phone.

“Hey!”

I swiped to get it back but Fred was quick for a guy with limited mobility.

“Sorry pal, you’ll thank me later!”

He began to speed-waddle away. I actually had to run after him just to keep up, which was impressive considering his legs only moved in two directions.

“Fred! Fred! I can’t— I can’t leave without my—“

He disappeared, heading deeper into the store.

“Aw man…”

Considering the short time I’ve been here I’ve learned a lot about this place and how it operates, sort of. In the grand scheme of it all, I probably know absolutely dip-squat. But because of these dubious guidelines, I’ve made it far enough to share this.

1. Stay away from the other associates. They may look like people or potential survival partners. Perhaps the last anchor you could hold steadfast to sanity with. But they are absolutely, definitely not. Far from it. Avoid them at all costs. They might have been human once, but they certainly aren’t anymore.

2. The areas that turn yellow, or the zones of the store that are more decrepit than the other areas and are more prone to Management activity. That’s what Sheryl is. The denizens of this place are known as Management. The higher the status, the nastier they are.

3. Be sure to follow the first two rules no matter what. It will make life a lot easier.

Funnily enough, Fred actually bestowed upon me a lot of the knowledge I’ve accumulated about this place. Which pissed me off even more when I had to actively choose to break all three rules.

“Fred! This isn’t funny! I don’t have time for your crap!”

I continued walking at a brisk pace, following the distant taps of hollow dress shoes. All around me the fluorescent lights became yellower, more tarnished. They flicker and hum overhead and some blown out completely.

There are pillows and overturned furniture, soggy boxes, and broken glass strewn about the linoleum. The smell of stale old couch stuffing and mildew penetrated the air and hung like a wet blanket making it slightly uncomfortable to breathe.

I walk beneath the hanging sign saying in bold blue letters, *Home and Decor*.

Oh crap. I found myself reconsidering how important my phone really was. I could just buy a new one. Sure, the other one isn’t even paid off yet. But is it really worth being eaten or squashed or… whatever it is monsters do to people? A scrawny college student sustained purely off of ramen and espresso can’t taste that good, right? Just when I talked myself into abandoning my phone with every puppy pic of my dog I had ever taken, I felt eyes fixed on me. I had been spotted.

“Maxwell…” *Shit*.

I very slowly turn around to find looming over me, was Nosferatu.

Well, he’s not actually Nosferatu, but he could have had me fooled if this were a Spirit Halloween.

“Ralph. You look uh… alive, today.”

Ralph’s skin clung to his skeletal frame like wet toilet paper. The white of his eyes were as sunken and yellow as the lights around us, and his apron identical to mine covered in various stains of several concerning colors. I tried my best not to stare at them as he leaned down and hovered closer to my face.

His irises glistened a gross, milky white with something swirling behind their film.

“Why aren’t you in your department, Maxwell?”

Now would’ve been an amazing time to be great at lying, but I wasn’t much of a talker at the best of times.

“Uh…I was getting…”

My eyes began to frantically dart around for a sign or—

“Milk!”

“…milk?”

“Yeah, milk! Can’t have my bones breaking on the job right?”

I made an attempt at a playful punch, but Ralph was *so* much squishier than he should have been. I felt my stomach lurch when my fist sunk through his arm and into his torso like a damn slime-filled stress ball. Accept instead of alleviating stress he makes it so, so much worse.

He stared at me for a moment in unimpressed silence. Ralph was a supervisor. Not only that, but I managed to piss him off twice in my first week. Needless to say, he’s far from my biggest fan. He also makes me really uncomfortable.

“You are heading in the wrong direction…”

“O-oh really? Sheesh, I’m still getting turned around. Three weeks and I still have no sense of direction. Typical Max!”

I took a step back.

“Well I better be on my way now. Looks like I’ve got a ways to walk.”

“I’ll call for assistance.”

“NO–“ *Lying isn't working, try being honest-*

“Why is that…”

“You’re gross—” *Too Honest!*

He said nothing.

“I mean, grossly understaffed! You look like you are barely holding on with these dang staff shortages right? I don’t want to impose!” *Nailed it.*

He continued to eyeball me for a tiny eternity. All I could do was stand there and sweat. *Maybe if I don’t move he will leave… like a T-Rex*. Unfortunately, Ralph didn't follow predatory chicken rules. He took a step back and very, very slowly started opening his mouth. It stretched and cracked like the Conjuring House with osteoporosis. His teeth were rotting and twisted, and his tongue was a sickly purple color. If I wasn’t running on three hours of sleep and two RedBulls, I probably would have started screaming like a kid in a haunted Chuck E. Cheese. Just as Ralph took in an impressively deep breath to shriek or howl or whatever awful sound the supervisors make to summon managers, I saw my phone fly out of seemingly nowhere with the momentum of a bullet. It twirled wildly like an IOS throwing star and very effectively caved in the right side of Ralph's face.

He fell to the floor with a tragic plopping sound that reminded me of a soggy banana peel landing in a puddle.

“BOOYAH!”

Fred sprung out from behind a loveseat and started doing an awkward victory dance.

“Shoulda tried out for the Yankees!”

“Hopefully you have some reflexes to go with that throwing arm! You’re lucky I don’t do the same to you for running off with my phone!”

“Aww come on Maxy, I had to get you moving somehow.”

I didn’t respond. Instead, I leaned down and plucked my phone from Ralph’s caved-in dome. It came free with a moist snick. Thankfully there was no grey matter or blood, just a gross and slightly greasy film where his skin and my phone made contact.

“If I have to touch one more bodily secretion that isn’t mine one more time this week….”

Fred slowly stuck his foot into Ralph’s side and laughed when the old man made a sound like a deflating sponge cake.

“Eh, you get used to it. Now let’s get this show back on the road.”

“Uh, no. I need to go back to appliances where it's safe. I haven't even been over here for five minutes and Ralph was ready to hand me a pink-slip from life.”

Fred somehow managed to blow a raspberry without his lips moving and pat my shoulder.

“He wishes he had the clearance to do that. All he can do is hoop and holler. Ain't that right, Ralphy?”

Ralph, now drooling, said nothing and only continued to make more squishy deflating noises.

“Is he ok?”

“Oh yeah, I saw him get crushed by a shelf once. He’s even been sat on by Bonnie and still got up. He was totally fine too. I’m sure he enjoyed getting sat on more though, sly dog.”

“Wow–”

“I know right? He’s all about that bass. I respect that.”

“Ew, n-no I mean does he just not die or… does he not have bones?”

He looked back down at Ralph, then back at me.

“Well he's got somethin’.”

“How the heck did he get a squash-proof card?”

“Ha! What, you want one too? Trust me, you don’t want what he’s got. Shit’s probably terminal.”

“What’s that mean?”

Fred did something that looked like he was trying to shrug. Trying and failing. He also had the nerve to take another swipe at me in an attempt to grab my phone again.

I jerked it away just in time and slapped his plastic hand away.

“If you don’t cut it out!- Why did you bring me here anyway!? You hate Home and Decor.”

Fred looked like he was about to say something, seemed to buffer then looked back down at Ralph one last time.

“Well, my original plan was to ask Grandpa Pudding here if he still happened to have a phone but I’d doubt he’d tell us now. Guess we go with plan B.”

“What’s plan B?” I asked. Fred answered this by taking another swipe at my phone. I stuck it in the air as high as I could manage.

“HEY! God you’re worse than a three-year-old today! What the hell man?!”

I’ve seen Fred do some pretty weird stuff, aside from the living mannequin thing. All it took was the fraction of a second for me to blink for Fred to be gone with my fucking phone again. I looked at my empty hand, then over my shoulder at him booking it down the aisles. Before I could sputter the creative string of swears I had threaded together just for Fred’s ears the store was plunged into silence again.

“Uh-oh.” It lasted a few seconds longer than before.

“Max there is a call waiting for you on—”

The horrible sound it made was louder. So much louder this time.

I slapped my hands over my ears and could feel the sound vibrating in my chest. It only lasted for a moment, but that's all it took to leave me with an annoying ring in my ears. *So that's what he meant.*

Now begrudgingly coming to terms that this shift was going to be a probably very dangerous trek across the store, I looked back at the now deflated Ralph. Within moments of being clocked with my phone, he looked like a snake was running around in a human suit and shed him at some point. I almost wanted to feel bad, but he was a dick and I thought better of it. I instead opted to start going through his pockets.

"Let’s see… food tokens, a box cutter, and some new blades. I’m sure those will come in handy."

I had made the mistake of losing my pocket knife on my first day to the disembodied appendages that live under the shelves in aisles 12 and 16. Don’t ask— that’s a story for another time. I clicked up the blade and the thing extended to almost four inches long.

“How many newbies like me have you used this thing on, Ralph? Cause I certainly haven’t seen you open any boxes.”

I stood, gave him one last squishy nudge with my foot, and went to go find that stupid mannequin…

The Home and Decor department almost reminded me a bit of a decrepit thrift store. The musty smell of old, used things and old, used people. Ralph fit in perfectly with the washed-out background that was bathed in piss yellow. But I also couldn’t help but wonder, why did this side of the store look as awful as it did? There were even water stains on the fiberglass ceiling tiles way up above. Everything I’ve seen of the store looked awful in some capacity, but the level of awfulness here was borderline ridiculous.

My job here had me stuck in a different department every shift, something referred to as a *Floater*. Basically, I was being trained in a bit of everything. The one who hired me told me that I would have this position until I found my place. I thought that statement was strange, because I was only supposed to be here for about four months. At one point I was certain I would stay longer. Twenty dollars an hour for a retail gig sounded like cake, but now I find myself wondering if I’ll even last that long.

“You’ve been standing there for an awfully long time, Maxwell.”

The sound of a woman’s voice hung itself in the air and arrested my attention, it was enough to snap me back into the moment so hard I nearly got whiplash. Wet and broken glass crunched under my feet as I spun. I pull out my new box cutter, holding it out in front of me like I could actually fight something if I needed to.

“It’s Max. And a guy can’t take a second to collect his thoughts?”

“Sure you can, but standing in the middle of an aisle muttering to yourself might be considered a little…crazy, wouldn’t you say?”

A massive spider, as big as a Volkswagen Beetle slowly peered over the shelves that had been covered in ugly pillows and rested atop of it. She had a shiny black body and long, sharp legs that still shimmered like obsidian spears in the low light and easily extended around 17 feet. Her eight eyes were a deep red, and her front two legs ending in unmistakably human hands with painted, manicured nails. Janis, from what I understand, is one of the vendors. She’s also one of the few creatures in here I don’t find myself running and screaming from, shockingly. She’s just kind of a bitch.

“Considering the things that go on here I’m not exactly concerned with what uh… people think of me,” I say slowly aiming the box cutter away. The giant arachnid almost seemed to smile smugly at me from her perch, her mandibles moving and twitching as she spoke.

“Oh, not enjoying your position? You seemed so enthusiastic a few weeks ago.”

“Why in God’s name do you think I would be enjoying this place? I just had a run-in with Ralph I’ll be trying to scrub from my mind for the next three weeks! And I had no idea the shit I’d have to deal with a few weeks ago! This is entrapment! It’s illegal! ”

Janis tapped her perfectly polished claws against the metal shelf like an irritated Disney villain, making annoying tink sounds.

“Still on that are we? Not the brightest color in the box. But a busted-broke college student down on his luck with $5 to his name… people like you thrive in extreme situations. You adapt. Not because you want to, but because you are in the unique position of not having any other choice.”

“I don’t want to adapt or change or anything! I just wanted a job!! Not to end up with a new list of phobias or nearly be killed every time I clock in! Twenty bucks an hour isn’t worth dying for!”

“Well seeing as how you were hired here, no one will miss you if did bite the dust. So make the best of the situation, learn. Maybe bitch less, it will make you more likable.”

“... Ouch.”

“It’s true.”

“I know…I know it’s true. But you didn’t have to say it.”

“ThetaMart, as well as being a space between, has the ability to bring out something in people they would rather not look at. It changes them into something more—” She looked at a moldy pillow sitting beside her on the shelf, she huffed while pushing it away and it went tumbling to the floor with a wet plop.

“More compelling, I'd say. You get to break the monotony and forget how small you are.”

“I am perfectly comfortable with how small I am, thanks.”

“What a winner. I’m sure your girlfriend shares the same sentiment.”

“Was there a point to you Grudge-crawling up there, or are you just here to harass me?”

“I like having the high ground, and I wanted to give you a bit of friendly advice.”

“Well don’t leave me in suspense Obi-Wan.”

“Who’s that?”

“He’s— …never mind. What is it?”

She sighed and slowly lowered herself down the shelf, creaking under her weight as she did so she lowered her voice to a whisper.

“You know how they tell you to stop and smell the roses?.”

“Yeah?”

She reached her hand down into my apron pocket and took out one of the food tokens I had lifted from Ralph. They were made of tarnished brass.

“You may want to skip it this time where you’re going. As for these…” She examined one of them closely.

“Heads or tails, little bug?”

“Uh…t-tails.” I said. She hummed and flicked the coin into the air, I watched the coin owl-eyed as it hovered above us for just a moment before she snatched it and slapped it down on the outer side of her hand. I shuttered reflexively at the quick motion, then felt embarrassed for doing so. Janis seemed to grin in amusement, peeked under her hand at the coin then extended it to me.

“Tails. Luck sways in your favor today. Use it wisely and you might see the end of your shift.” she said.

“You can’t really determine that with a coin. Luck isn’t real.”

“You are really going to look a giant talking spider in her face and say–” she lowered her voice a few octaves and said in the universal guy voice, you know the one “Luck isn’t real.” She did have a point. But to accept luck was real, was to accept my luck up until this point was actually kind of shit and I had no idea why or if I had any way to change it.

“Well if luck is real…it’d be nice to catch a break. But I’m not saying it is.”

“Whatever you say, Floater.”

She sighed and rubbed all eight of her eyes.

“That mannequin wanted me to pass this on to you…” She pulled out a pair of pink flower clippers from seemingly nowhere.

“Go to Garden & Live Goods. He’s waiting for you there. Like I said, avoid smelling the roses.”

She handed the clippers to me and tisked.

“Dumbass.”

“Like, roses specifically or–.”

“Get to steppin’ I have work to do.”

I eyed the clippers. They made a satisfying snipping sound when I pulled the handles.

“Thanks.”

“Don’t mention it. Really.”

In typical spider fashion, she crept back up the shelf and disappeared over the other side. If every spider is as rude as she is I don’t know if I feel quite as bad as I used to when I would bring a shoe down on them.

I stuck the clippers in my apron, and began to head in the direction I was pretty sure was garden.

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