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all-nighter- todd stevens x fem! reader

summary: when todd needs to seek an escape from his rowdy frat brothers to study for a test, he finds an unlikely sanctuary at a 24/7 cafe- and an interesting barista to keep him company

content: slowburn fluff, bringing back coffee shop AUs in the 2025, mostly todd's pov, no use of y/n.

author notes: guys this is so hard to write for a whole character with like 5 minutes of screentime if there is any weird characterization i apologize! and sorry for the wait :') sorry if this one is shorter, view it as an intro/teaser

part 1 (here) | part 2 (wip)

Todd's head throbbed. The pulsing music downstairs and one more drunk girl stumbling into his bedroom- that he swore up and down for the third time- and he might call off the whole party he didn't even agree to. He was just trying to study. He had an exam later that week and like everything in his life, Todd was taking it with the upmost sincerity. He didn't need to; his GPA put him up for valedictorian and he was in the top of all of his classes. He didn't have to study, and hypothetically, he could fail miserably on his mid-term and be fine. But that wasn't Todd. He was the fraternity president, in line to be a potential CEO or some other money mogul- slacking wasn't in his vocabulary. So for the past week, he's drowned himself in his textbooks, jotted his notes and revised them into three different notebooks, had quizzed himself countless times on his notes, and now at 12:45 at night, he was trying to go over his notes one more time. But of course, his fraternity brothers didn't share the same sentiment. So tonight, without Todd's permission, the sophomores decided to throw a party. Which meant loud music, lots of people, and most of all- endless distractions from his studying. Which to give Todd credit- he did a good job of focusing. Until Connor came in with some stripper into Todd's dorm room. And as they both slurred apologies and stumbled out of his room, the fraternity president watched with cold eyes and closed his notebook. Hurriedly packing his laptop, notebook, and his favorite black gel pen and blue highlighter, Todd grumbled and stuffed his phone into his pocket. Without another word, he left his room, weaving through hordes of drunken college students and the dancers some of his frat brothers had called up. "Damn idiots," he grumbled under his breath, sneering at the smell of sweat and cheap perfume pervading the air like he was in a sleazy motel and not his well-kept fraternity house.

--

Finally escaping his dreaded castle, now Todd had a new mission: figure out where the hell he was going to study. It was midnight, the campus library had been closed hours ago and realistically, the only places open were fast food restaurants, and not only did Todd not want to deal with the drunken stragglers or truck drivers getting a late meal, they were a distance to walk. And Todd was too pissed off to walk that far. He may as well grumble and get back to the party-

Then he remembered about a cafe one of the sophomores mentioned- an all-night internet cafe that recently opened up on campus. Apparently, they were all the rage. He could atleast give it a try. "God dammit," He cursed under his breath, his jaw ticking ever so slightly. He had no other options, it was either a shoddy cafe or being surrounded by distractions. So he straightened up and headed to the student square of their campus. He felt like he was a freshman all over again trying to find the cafe- shouldn't be hard, considering it should be the only building lit up. And after 10 minutes of walking and debating just going back to the house, Todd found the cafe. The lights were dim through the windows, and through the glass, he could make up plants, basic coffee equipment-- and you, your back turned as you wiped down tables with a rag. Atleast he'd be left alone. For the first time all night, a smile graced his usually stern features, and he walked towards it, immediately hit but the strong aroma of coffee beans and sugar. The sound of a bell softly chimed his entrance, but you never looked in his direction. What a way to show customer service, he thinks, but says nothing as he slipped past you to a clean table, placing his bag next to him and grabbing his laptop and notebook. And when his pens are out and he's about to continue his studying is when you decide to finally speak, putting the rag in the green bucket on the table. "You go to a cafe and not order anything?" Your voice cut through the soft music playing in the cafe speakers, and it breaks Todd out of his intellectual focus. "Pardon?" "Well, I mean- you could atleast order coffee or water... Oh well, less work for me." You muttered, shrugging as you picked up the bucket, leaning over to grab a similar red bucket sitting in a chair and going to the next table in need of sanitizing. Todd scoffs. So much for southern hospitality and premier customer service, everyone. This surely would be interesting. Maybe he should order something, just to get back at you for interrupting him. But what was he, 5? Mitch? Absolutely not. So he rolled his shoulders and went back to his studying, nothing but the soft sounds of jazz and water sloshing filling the empty cafe.

Then you spoke up again, wringing out the rag into the red bucket. "Well, would you like anything? An Americano, a muffin-" "I'm fine, thanks." His voice was stern, immediately cutting you off. It surprised you. Cranky much?

Well.. Game on.

[slayrith]

all-nighter- todd stevens x fem! reader

summary: when todd needs to seek an escape from his rowdy frat brothers to study for a test, he finds an unlikely sanctuary at a 24/7 cafe- and an interesting barista to keep him company

content: slowburn fluff, bringing back coffee shop AUs in the 2025, mostly todd's pov, no use of y/n.

author notes: guys this is so hard to write for a whole character with like 5 minutes of screentime if there is any weird characterization i apologize! and sorry for the wait :') sorry if this one is shorter, view it as an intro/teaser

part 1 (here) | part 2 (wip)

Todd's head throbbed. The pulsing music downstairs and one more drunk girl stumbling into his bedroom- that he swore up and down for the third time- and he might call off the whole party he didn't even agree to. He was just trying to study. He had an exam later that week and like everything in his life, Todd was taking it with the upmost sincerity. He didn't need to; his GPA put him up for valedictorian and he was in the top of all of his classes. He didn't have to study, and hypothetically, he could fail miserably on his mid-term and be fine. But that wasn't Todd. He was the fraternity president, in line to be a potential CEO or some other money mogul- slacking wasn't in his vocabulary. So for the past week, he's drowned himself in his textbooks, jotted his notes and revised them into three different notebooks, had quizzed himself countless times on his notes, and now at 12:45 at night, he was trying to go over his notes one more time. But of course, his fraternity brothers didn't share the same sentiment. So tonight, without Todd's permission, the sophomores decided to throw a party. Which meant loud music, lots of people, and most of all- endless distractions from his studying. Which to give Todd credit- he did a good job of focusing. Until Connor came in with some stripper into Todd's dorm room. And as they both slurred apologies and stumbled out of his room, the fraternity president watched with cold eyes and closed his notebook. Hurriedly packing his laptop, notebook, and his favorite black gel pen and blue highlighter, Todd grumbled and stuffed his phone into his pocket. Without another word, he left his room, weaving through hordes of drunken college students and the dancers some of his frat brothers had called up. "Damn idiots," he grumbled under his breath, sneering at the smell of sweat and cheap perfume pervading the air like he was in a sleazy motel and not his well-kept fraternity house.

--

Finally escaping his dreaded castle, now Todd had a new mission: figure out where the hell he was going to study. It was midnight, the campus library had been closed hours ago and realistically, the only places open were fast food restaurants, and not only did Todd not want to deal with the drunken stragglers or truck drivers getting a late meal, they were a distance to walk. And Todd was too pissed off to walk that far. He may as well grumble and get back to the party-

Then he remembered about a cafe one of the sophomores mentioned- an all-night internet cafe that recently opened up on campus. Apparently, they were all the rage. He could atleast give it a try. "God dammit," He cursed under his breath, his jaw ticking ever so slightly. He had no other options, it was either a shoddy cafe or being surrounded by distractions. So he straightened up and headed to the student square of their campus. He felt like he was a freshman all over again trying to find the cafe- shouldn't be hard, considering it should be the only building lit up. And after 10 minutes of walking and debating just going back to the house, Todd found the cafe. The lights were dim through the windows, and through the glass, he could make up plants, basic coffee equipment-- and you, your back turned as you wiped down tables with a rag. Atleast he'd be left alone. For the first time all night, a smile graced his usually stern features, and he walked towards it, immediately hit but the strong aroma of coffee beans and sugar. The sound of a bell softly chimed his entrance, but you never looked in his direction. What a way to show customer service, he thinks, but says nothing as he slipped past you to a clean table, placing his bag next to him and grabbing his laptop and notebook. And when his pens are out and he's about to continue his studying is when you decide to finally speak, putting the rag in the green bucket on the table. "You go to a cafe and not order anything?" Your voice cut through the soft music playing in the cafe speakers, and it breaks Todd out of his intellectual focus. "Pardon?" "Well, I mean- you could atleast order coffee or water... Oh well, less work for me." You muttered, shrugging as you picked up the bucket, leaning over to grab a similar red bucket sitting in a chair and going to the next table in need of sanitizing. Todd scoffs. So much for southern hospitality and premier customer service, everyone. This surely would be interesting. Maybe he should order something, just to get back at you for interrupting him. But what was he, 5? Mitch? Absolutely not. So he rolled his shoulders and went back to his studying, nothing but the soft sounds of jazz and water sloshing filling the empty cafe.

Then you spoke up again, wringing out the rag into the red bucket. "Well, would you like anything? An Americano, a muffin-" "I'm fine, thanks." His voice was stern, immediately cutting you off. It surprised you. Cranky much?

Well.. Game on.

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chat i give up on my todd series that may js be a one-shot now my apologizes divas

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i think bob would be into fnaf

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guys are we in the good year of our lord 2025 getting back into wattpad? maybe...

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sheer curiosity for my writer moots do we fw it bc personally i prefer not to but i don't hate when it is used. my brain just reads in as 'yin" like it's some nickname tho icl

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steve rogers x reader headcanons PLEAK u know why

sorry this took so long we had to do research (ty for the binge btw) and sorry this is very short !! work is draining me sm i fear

steve is such a sweet lover- when you first met he couldn't even look you in the eyes, even when he was practically towering over you. you'd think for a guy with a super soldier serum, he wouldn't be so nervous around women. so when he finally managed to ask you out and you said yes? oh you were in for it.

he definitely bases his romancing around movies he watched- so showering you in gifts and being very physically affectionate was a must in his book. even in public, he had a hand around your shoulder or on the small of your back.

he insists on weekly date nights- his treat obviously. otherwise he's either having stay-at-home dates (who's house it's being held at changes on the week)

steve LOVES picnic dates. seeing you in a cute outfit, basking in the sun while sprawled on a blanket, enjoying a nice lunch he prepared just for you.

speaking of showering you in gifts, he's definitely the kind of guy to get you random stuffed animals because "they remind me of you" and definitely refers to them all as your kids, named them and all

he's very wary of his abilities after the serum and is very very gentle with you when touching you, intimately or not

he's very sweet with you during sex- lots of praise and even if he prefers you on top of him, either dominating or riding you, he is always gentle with you

he also has like the best aftercare game known to man ;)

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she's got a way- sam x hannah

author notes

summary: sam reminisces about her lost time with hannah

comfort/hurt

pre-prank and post-prank

"Shh, you can't tell anyone!" Hannah held a finger to her own lips, trying to stifle her own giggles under the deep purple comforter she was underneath. Sam laughed, soft and light, as she rolled her eyes at the brunette.

"Yeah, because who would I tell about your little crush on Michael Munroe?" Sam teased, the corner of her mouth twitching into a small smile. Under Hannah's comforter, she couldn't make out much, but if she squinted hard enough she could barely make out the lip-bitten smile Hannah had plastered on her face. Sam shook her head, sighing.

"Besides.. I think anyone with two working eyes and a brain could figure out your very obvious pining on our class president." "Oh, shut up... Is it that obvious?"

Hannah's pout was something Sam could make out, and she couldn't help but let out another laugh.

It was easier to hide the pain that way. Because, well, Sam wasn't Mike. And there was nothing she could do about that. Under the mauve comforter was the closest Sam could get to being what Hannah wanted. Until..

"Hey, you wanna know something, Sammy?"

Sam locked eyes with Hannah- or atleast, as best as she could in the dark- obviously perplexed by the sudden shift in conversation. Her brows twitched ever so slightly, curiosity killing her as she leaned in ever so slightly. Sam could feel Hannah's breath ghosting her face, and the soft smell of vanilla and lavender was making Sam's heart race. Hannah was her closest friend, and a small part of her wished they could be more than. But Hannah had been crushing on Mike ever since she laid eyes on the guy, and not wanting to risk her friendship, Sam resigned to playing wingman.

But the way Hannah looked at her then was enough to make her heart stop in it's tracks.

"You know, Mike is one thing. He's cute and all, but he hasn't been there for me like you have, Sammy. Together forever, right?" Hannah murmured, her voice syrupy sweet, holding her pinkie finger out.

The words echoed in Sam's head, her lips turning into a small smile as she chuckled, intertwining her pinkie with Hannah's

"Yeah, together forever."

--

"Sam! Sam, wake up!"

Her head was fuzzy, and her body was cold, too cold. The snow covered her body, and her entire body felt like gelatin. Mike was by her side, holding her arm to help her up.

"The paramedics are here- C'mon, we have to go." He urged as she stood up, feeling like she wasn't even in her body.

Hannah was gone. Beth was gone. They weren't even sure if Josh was gone or not. Hannah was gone. They had killed Hannah in the very same lodge Sam last saw her. Memories of their time together was gone. And she never would know if Hannah ever forgave her for not going after her that night.

And Samantha would never be able to fully tell Hannah how she felt, as she whispered under her breath as Mike helped her into the cop car.

"I love you, Hannah."

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cleared my drafts and inbox w the exception of two things in the works- i'm sorry to everyone who made requests that i never answered! my inbox is open if you want to send another request

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moodboard for all-nighter; todd stevens x fem! reader

when the frat president needs a quiet reprieve from his duties to prepare for an exam, he finds unexpected solace in a sorority barista

moodboard for a mini-series in the works teehee

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belle ・❥・ 20 (minors dni) ・❥・ they/them

requests are open as of 07/10/2025 !!

i mainly write one-shots and drabbles for anything i'm interested in at the moment, but since this is my main you will also see random posts and reblogs

i write angst, smut and fluff

i write for ships and x readers

typically, i won't write for heavier topics with smut, but depending i can write for heavier topics (like mental health issues and eating disorders) in other works

i do not write very extreme content here, but if you are interested, i have a side blog that explores darker content (content is advised accordingly, read at your own risk) @blushinglillies

what i will/won't write and dni below!

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fandoms:

until dawn (game only)

marvel cinematic universe

resident evil

dc universe ( mainly batman/superman)

final fantasy 7

lewis pullman films/ characters (i've seen most of his work, so any are fine outside of owen taylor)

content:

headcanons and thoughts

drabbles and smaller scenarios

one-shots and mini-fics

i plan to write fic series soon, but that will be of my own volition, and will be posted here and on my ao3 account of the same name if popular/expanded on

content may contain (and is stated in my author's notes)

x readers for an afab/gender neutral reader (i am afab and thus cannot accurately write much on male anatomy)

porn with/without plot

certain kinks (think worship, degradation, more acceptable concepts?)

fluids (only spit or cum.)

alcohol and drug use (all chrs are 18+ in these instances)

heavier topics like eating disorders, mental illness, etc. (as i struggle with some of these, i will not romanticize them in any way)

age gaps (all parties are 18+, usually 1-3 years apart)

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i do not write content about real people (actors, celebrities, etc.) as that makes me very uncomfortable. I will write about characters from live action media, or characters played by the same actor, but not of the person themselves

i will not write extreme fetishes/kinks here, for personal reasons. i write other darker content on my side blog and this is mainly for the comfort of my mutuals and previous readers. my work may include dark themes/content but it is tagged accordingly and is never fully expanded on

incest (fake, marital related or not, ew.), pedophilia, anything involving animals, s/a, bigotry of any sort towards any person

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under the age of 18, hold any bigoted beliefs (homophobic, transphobic, racist, etc.), romanticize mental health issues and anything similar that people struggle with, and are just an awful human in general