#hug a retail worker

[fourraccoonsinacoat]

Rolan: You know, if you ever get tired of adventuring, you could always come work at Sorcerous Sundries.

Durge: I don't think retail is the right career for me. My rancid blood desires nothing more than to reap death on this world. I am a vile soul, broken beyond repair.

Rolan: Sounds like an average Tuesday around here... We do have an annual employee picnic, though.

Durge: Does that help to soothe the unyielding rage within?

Rolan: *Sad sigh.* No.

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BG3 Incorrect Quotes Masterlist.

[itstimeforstarwars]

Weird side effect of 2020 that I still cannot get over is that i hate shaking hands with people now. It’s not so bad if I am wearing gloves but if someone just wants to shake my bare hand it’s like excuse me sir I don’t know what you have touched and I don’t believe you have washed your hands.

[kyufessions]

customer service

synopsis: you get into a small argument with your boyfriend over facetime

pairings: idol, boyfriend! jaemin x g.n. reader

genre: angst w/ a happy ending, drabble(?)

word count: 1.1k

general taglist: @jwnghyuns @eaudenana @soobin-chois

jaemin smiles to himself as he listens to you telling him about your day at work, the corner of his lips turning downward as you tell him about a rude customer you encountered today.

“you didn’t deserve that baby, i’m sorry.” he responded, propping his phone up against the extra pillow on his hotel bed as he laid against the other.

on the screen you dismissed his apology, chuckling at it, even. “don’t apologize, it’s not your fault people can’t respect customer service workers.” he watches you smile as you take a sip of your hot chocolate, taking note of the colorful marshmallows you used that he specifically filled up in the cupboard before he left home three weeks ago. “how’s tour? are you taking care of yourself? please say yes.”

nodding, he adjusts himself on the bed so his elbow is propping up his head to properly face the phone. as he lays on his side, he hates how you’re on a screen and not directly across from him or better yet: next to him. “tour is good, i just wish you were with me to experience it with me.”

you knew where this conversation was headed. you’ve had this same exact argument many times before that ultimately led nowhere but into space, never to be heard of again until months or weeks later. “jaemin-“

he grips some of his hair in his fist, not tightly but enough to grab onto it to feel a little something. as he sighs, he sits up a little more to come across more serious. “i don’t know why you don’t just quit your job.” he starts talking with his hands as he speaks, the phone moving as he continues to speak. you put down your mug on the coaster and hug a pillow to your chest to brace yourself for the same exact talk you’ve had before. “you don’t exactly love your job, you complain about it a lot. you don’t even make a lot yet you still stay there.” he lets out a deep sigh before continuing on, both of his hands taking a quick break to run through his locks and landing on top of his pillow. “i make enough for the both of us to live comfortably. lavishly even, if we wanted. you wouldn’t have to work, just stay home and do whatever you want. i don’t get-“

“because jaemin, how would that look if i just stayed home all day not contributing to the household at all while you do all the work and bring in all the money?” he stares at you blankly through the screen, waiting for you to continue. “lazy, jaemin. it would make me look lazy. and spoiled. and look like a good-for-nothing partner that doesn’t do anything but clean around the house, cook, look pretty and use their hard earned boyfriend's money. i’m not going to be that person.”

“but that’s not how you’d look!” he protests, rolling his eyes before continuing to speak. “i want you to live comfortably doing whatever you want to do-“

“then let me work, jaemin! i’m tired of having to work a stupid retail job, yes. but i also enjoy this stupid retail job, it’s annoying but it’s the same type of annoying that your job is.” you begin slouching deeper into the couch with a huff, your bottom lip pursing out slightly. “plus my job has good benefits. i don’t mind working. if you want me to cut back on my hours, fine. just say that, use your words; we’re both adults. but stop pestering me to leave my job.”

“i just want to take care of you without worry, that’s all. i don’t want you to have to worry about a roof over your head, about your next meal or clothes or-“

“as much as i appreciate that jaemin, and i really do, trust me, i feel a sense of accomplishment when i have a job. if i did not have a job, i would feel lost and out of control. and spending your money would make me feel bad because it’s your hard earned money, not mine. besides, my compact has great insurance and my coworkers are wonderful to work with- it’s a fun environment. just- please stop asking me about it, okay? i’m sick and tired of the same old discussion.”

jaemin nods, taking everything you say with consideration. you’ve told him every time how much you enjoy your job despite the complaints, but he never believed you- or maybe just refused to believe you. jaemin was a firm believer in doing things that made you happy, and if you weren’t happy then find something that did. so that’s all he was trying to do- but he sees now that he was wrong about that. he didn’t take into consideration the amount of time you’d have to spend alone while he was at practice, out at schedules, or even touring if you didn’t have a job. if all you did was stay home, at first he thought you would love the idea until he realized that that isn’t the type of person you are. you’ve been working since you were a teenager and have loved it ever since. so who was he to think your stop now?

he lays his head on the pillow, his eyes never leaving yours from the phone screen. “i’m sorry, baby. i just want the best for you, and only you know what’s best for you. so i’m sorry my baby.” you start to reassure him how it’s fine until he says it’s not. “you’re a hard worker and i love you for that, okay? i love that so much, and so much more. im sorry. i’ll make it up to you when we get back.”

you just laugh at how soft he’s become, picking back up your mug and holding it in your hands for warmth as it gets colder during the ungodly hour. “thank you for apologizing jaem, i appreciate it.” you pause for a brief moment, smiling at him. you admire the look on his face. the way his eyes are looking at you through the screen, the corner of his lips, and the way his skin is glowing so effortlessly. and all he’s doing is just laying there, freshly woken up and ready to take on the day in another random city. “i love you.”

the words bring butterflies to his stomach, the joy hard to hide as he refuses to disguise itself behind a tired facade. “i love you more, my royalty.”

“you’re a liar.” ensues an argument that goes on for another fifteen minutes before jaemin has to leave for schedules. but not before allowing you to win the ‘i love you’ game you two always play.

[eetherealgoddess]

TR: YANDERE BF - ꨄTALKING TO ANOTHER BOY HEADCANONSꨄꨄ

Sano Manjiro, Hanemiya Kazutora, Sanzu Haruchiyo, & Haitani Brothers x Reader

Characters are 18+

❦Damn, you’re putting ppl at risk without even trying to❦

Not fully proofread

MY TR FANDOM WORKS ARE ONLY ON TUMBLR, AO3, AND WATTPAD UNDER EETHEREALGODDESS! REPORT IF YOU SEE IT POSTED UNDER ANYONE ELSE BUT ME!!!

Notice:

✩Y/n is 18+. I picture her as a black female but you can see her however.

✩Some parts of the story may not be realistic or factual. After all, this is a work of fiction.

✩Although it's a dark 'romance,' I do not condone any of the behavior displayed.

✩Dark content such as: gore, violence, triggering topics, graphic scenes, vulgar language, explicit sexual content, etc.

✩There may be scenes that involve non con and/ or dubcon so don’t read if that makes you uncomfortable

✩That being said, this story is for 18+ only.

Enjoy!

Mikey: You had been confused as to why your boyfriend, Mikey’s behavior had become passive aggressive. Ignoring you and refraining from communicating even when you’re in his presence. You’d call and after a couple rings, it’d go to voicemail. You’d text and he’d purposefully read it, just to leave you on read. Confronting him is no use considering every time you do, he never explains himself, continuing to give you the same glare as he had been for a while. Finally, you return the favor by not contacting him, sick of being dismissed.

Surprising you, he showed up to your doorstep. Once you let him in, he gives you a mix between a look of sadness and anger. “How could you flirt with that guy and ignore me like that?” Your eyebrows furrowed in confusion. “What guy? I didn’t flirt with anyone and it was you who kept ignoring me.” You rebutted as you crossed your arms. “It doesn’t matter, anyway. The problem has been taken care of.” He shrugs before walking to your couch and sitting on it, patting the seat next to him. You follow, leaning into him as he wrapped an arm around you.

“I still want to know who you’re talking about. What problem?” His hand runs up your arm and gives it a tight squeeze. “Your coworker.” You take a pause of contemplation before realization hits. “Ah, Mikey I have to talk to my coworkers. You should’ve told me that’s what you’ve been so upset about.” You say before giving him a comforting peck. You spend the afternoon in each other’s arms once all is forgiven.

The next day you show up to your job at a retail shop, eyebrows furrowing when you see the manager and employees gathered around each other, murmuring. You walk up to them. “What’s going on?” One of your coworkers turns to you as the rest continue talking. “You haven’t heard? Isamu passed yesterday.” You gasp. “Isamu? What happened.” “Apparently he was found wounded in his home. They’re investigating it as manslaughter.” Your eyes widen. It’s insane to think of someone you had talked to only a few days ago, being pronounced dead, especially by murder.

“What guy? I didn’t flirt with anyone and it was you who kept ignoring me.” You rebutted as you crossed your arms. “It doesn’t matter, anyway. The problem has been taken care of.” He shrugs… The memory invades your mind. During your work day, you couldn’t stop replaying what Mikey said. As well as the timing of everything, so you confront him after stopping at his apartment unannounced after work.

“Did you do it?” “I don’t know what you’re talking about.” “Isamu, did you kill him?” You whisper the last part, still in disbelief. “No, why would you ask me that?” You furrow your eyebrows. “You shouldn’t worry your head about problems that don’t exist anymore, Y/n” You pause in contemplation before allowing him to pull you in. You shower before you decide to spend the night with him, still shaken up by your co-worker's death and a killer on the loose. As Mikey hugs you from behind while you bask in the warmth of his arms and the blankets, your eyes shoot wide open. “The problem has been taken care of.” “You shouldn’t worry your head about problems that don’t exist anymore.”

Kazutora: “Do you like him?” Your boyfriend asks as you walk hand in hand from the booth with a stuffed animal in your arm. “Like, who?” He gives you a side eyed glance before stating, “That man back there.” “The guy who worked at the booth?” He doesn’t respond, keeping his head straight ahead. You stop walking and turn to him. “Kazu, we have to listen to the rules at the booths.” “Yeah, but you did more than listen.” You sigh. “I just needed clarification on one of the rules which is why I asked him to repeat himself. That’s all, babe.”

“I didn’t like the way you looked at each other.” You look at him with disbelief. “l literally make eye contact with everyone I’m talking to because that’s what you’re supposed to do.” “He clearly wanted to do more.” You hold back from rolling your eyes, knowing your boyfriend gets insecure from time to time and overthinks. “Is there any way I can prove to you that I want you and not him?” You ask while caressing his hand with your thumb.

“You can kiss me.” He smiles. You chuckle before leaning in and meeting his lips with yours. He used his other hand to wrap around the back of your neck gently pulling you closer. You move back once he tries to use tongue, warmth in your face in embarrassment at the people who passed by. You continue your walk to the apartment you shared, getting ready for bed. You lie down as Kazutora tells you he’s going to grab some water right before you fall into a deep slumber. Instead, he grabs some gloves before passing the kitchen to the front door, heading straight for the carnival.

When he reaches the booth, he walks behind it, motioning for the guy to get closer. He snatches him by the shirt and throws him on the ground, glancing up to make sure nobody can see behind the booth. He covers the surprised man’s mouth and pulls out a switchblade. Before the guy could react, Kazutora swings the blade down, penetrating the man’s stomach. He repeats as the guy yelps against his hand, attempting to push him off by grabbing his shoulders. He continues his assault as the man becomes quieter and weak. Once his body was limp and lifeless orbs sat still, he stood up, wiping the blade off and shoving it into his pocket. He takes his gloves off and shoves them in his pocket as well before walking off as nothing happened.

You were still asleep when he arrived, smiling and kissing your forehead before he got ready for a shower. Once he finished, he eased into the sheets and wrapped his arms around you, pulling you close as he kissed up your neck, purposefully waking you to have a passionate night.

Ran: You wince as Ran’s arm tightens around your waist, nails piercing your skin through the fabric of your shirt, though a smile on his face as you continue to converse with the old friend who’s telling him about your old endeavors. “Yeah we were pretty crazy in school.” You nod nervously, attempting to speed the conversation. Once finished, you both say your goodbyes as you and Ran walk off. “H-hey, you okay?” “Yeah.” Your eyebrows furrow as you eye the stoic expression. “Are you sure, babe?” He turns to give you his infamous smirk. “Why wouldn’t I be?” You sigh in relief, still a little suspicious, though willing to let it go if he claims to be fine. “I’m just making sure, your grip seems to tighten back there.” “Oh, sorry about that. I didn’t notice.”

“So you’re okay with us hanging out again? Like old times?” A pause of silence causes anxiety while you wait for his answer. “Of course.” You smile as you lean into him more while you walk. You give your kiss goodbyes as he drops you off at your apartment. Once the door is closed, he walks away, pulling out your phone as he contacts the old friend via message. He tells him to meet him at a cafe, in which the guy complies thinking it’s you. Once the friend is there, he looks around in confusion, searching for you outside of the building. Before he can walk inside to check, he’s grabbed by the shoulder, an arm reaching around his shoulders and walking with him towards an alleyway.

His eyebrows furrow at the baton in your boyfriend’s hand as well as the close eyed smile on his face. Before he knows it, he’s shoved to the dirty ground into a puddle of water. “What the hell?” Before he picks himself up, the object slams down on his shoulder before it’s slammed against his stomach. Attempting to pick himself up once more, he rolls over, face becoming wet with sweat and grime as he yelps and grunts, coughing up blood. Another hit though on his back causes him to drop back down, along with a scream of pain.

“Cancel your date with my girlfriend and delete her number.” “D-dude, it wasn’t a da-!” Another hit lands, this time to his face. He continues to hit him over and over until he’s limp and lying still in his own puddle of blood. “I’ll kill you if I have to do it myself.” The friend slowly grabs his phone while trembling and sends you the message, canceling plans and deleting your number. “Block her on everything.” He complies before finally giving into the darkness. Ran smirks before walking to his apartment to drop his stuff off and clean himself up, heading to your apartment after.

“Oh! I was wondering where my phone went. Thanks babe.” You smile happily. He gives you a kiss before you invite him in for a romantic night of cuddles and love.

Rin: He couldn’t help but eye your phone’s screen as he caressed you from behind, watching as you text back and forth with your step brother. “When did he join your family?” “Only recently when mom and his dad married. Why?” “Just curious.”

The next night, your new step brother comes to visit. A dinner made as you all sit at your family’s table. Rin watched with a stoic expression as the step brother would flirt and make jokes, occasionally gripping your thigh as you laughed uncomfortably, nobody but Rin seeming to notice the weird behavior. Sometimes the newcomer would even glance at your boyfriend whenever he would act out.

Once the dinner was over, you all decided to stay the night with your parents, you and Rin getting your old room while your brother stayed in the guest room. When everyone was asleep, Rin snuck out of the room and walked into the guest bedroom. Using a cloth he balled up, he shoved it into the sleeping brother’s mouth and hopped on top of him. He punched him, waking him up with wide eyes. Before the guy under him could attack, Rin pulled out the gun he brought without your knowledge and set it to the man’s head.

“You gonna flirt with her again?” The man shakes his head. “What about touching her thigh?” He shakes his head frantically, fear causing him to tremble under your boyfriend. He pulls the gun back as he flips his hair and readjusts his glasses. “Good. I thought I’d have to kill you in her parents' home. That wouldn’t have been a good look for me.” He smirks before hopping off of the scared man who pissed himself. “You should take care of that. It stinks.”

Sanzu: His eyes narrow while he watches you at your job, bartending amongst all of the dirty scum that hang around you. He regularly sits at a table where you can’t see him, watching as your personal guardian angel. You have no idea that your boyfriend hangs out at the place you work for hours. You have no idea that with every man that flirts with you is another name to his list of people to terrorize. You have no idea that he just caught someone trying to touch you, the security you called having to throw the drunk out of the bar without even knowing he threw him to a shark.

You had no clue that Sanzu had grabbed the man and pulled him into his car. You had no knowledge of the warehouse he brought them to. You also didn’t know that he ties them up and acts out different torture methods, killing them in the process. You couldn’t have known about the pile of bodies he’s chopped and burned. There’s no way you know about the clean up process as well as the shower he takes to wash the blood away once he reaches home.

You just go about your nights normally, cheerfully conversing with people as the parties go on. At the end of the night you clean up and go home to your lovely boyfriend who greets you with a sweet expression. Excited for your nightly cuddles and maybe even love making you get ready for bed, snuggling into his arms at night, unknown to the cycle that repeats the next day.

[weirdly-specific-but-ok]

MAGGOTS. GO. SLEEP.

Can't believe I'm doing this again but I know a lot of your timezones and I know MANY OF YOU ARE NOT SUPPOSED TO BE AN AWAKE PERSON RIGHT NOW.

AND A LOT OF YOU, IT MAY BE DAYTIME BUT YOU'RE SLEEP DEPRIVED. MMHM. YOU AS WELL.

Yes, you, reading the fanfic, we've all been there, close the tab. It's something to wake up to and read in the morning or after your nap.

You watching the David Tennant video on youtube, hush now, close it. I can assure you that he will still be there when you wake up, more gender than ever. So will Michael Sheen.

You authors writing the fic, we love you for your effort but we need you to be healthy and alive okay? Same for you artists, yes, it looks beautiful, put it aside. You'll see it better after sleep. All you editors, too.

All of you. The science students, the musicians, the retail workers, the dreamers, the weirdos, the nurses, the doctors, the lovers, the oozing slugs through life folks, the zombies, the adults, the retired, the teenagers, all of you. Get some sleep.

If you cannot now, take a hug, or a smile if that's more comfortable. When you can, go to sleep.

When you can, shut your eyes, and I promise we will be waiting on the other side.

Here's all my love for you *hands it over carefully* there, it'll keep you safe while you dream.

[primroseparker]

Hi there! I've had this idea stuck in my head for a while and I'd rather read it than write it lol -though I might write something myself eventually-

Reader strongly disliking physical touch from everyone but Steve, and him being completely oblivious to it. The rest of the friend group pointing it out and him refusing to believe them, so the whole lot decide to prove him wrong with some sort of masterplan. (Idiots in love am I right)

What do you think? Hope you have a great day xxx

The Only Exception || Steve Harrington x female!reader

Summary: Physical touch was something you despised, but as always, Steve’s touch was the only exception. When he refuses to believe that you actually hate the whole concept of it, the kids come up with a plan to prove him wrong. 

Word Count: 2.3k

Warnings: fluff, a tiny bit of angst, reader dislikes physical touch

A/N: I’m sorry it took so long for me to write it. It was difficult because I’m the complete opposite (big fan of physical touch), but I tried my best to implement it in the story. I hope you like it! Also, this is not based on the Paramore song “The Only Exception”, I just thought that the title would fit this story lmao

The warm and bright rays of sunshine slip through the curtains, shining directly on your face and awakening you from your unconscious state. You squeeze your eyes shut and turn to face the other side. A hand comes up to your face, its thumb caressing your cheek slowly. You open your eyes and are met with Steve’s sleepy gaze.

“Hey,” he whispers as he gives you a small smile.

“G’morning,” you murmur as you put your arms around his waist and hug him close. “How long have you been up for?”

“Not long, I was just waiting for you to wake up,” he says nuzzling against your neck. He leaves a trail of soft kisses all the way from your jaw to your collarbone.

“I missed you last night,” he continues. 

“I’m sorry, I had to stay later than planned because this customer would just not shut up,” you groan as you remember the encounter. He pulls back to meet his gaze with yours. 

“I mean, he just kept going on and on about how his son was going off the rails with this so-called ‘satanic’ D&D game, saying that he was worried he would turn out to be a cult member,” rubbing the sleep from your eyes and then raising your arms above your head to stretch. 

“All I did was ask how he was doing, which is obviously a question that is asked clearly out of courtesy. I’m just a retail worker working minimum wage, not a therapist,” you scoff and roll your eyes in frustration. 

He looks at you with an amused expression. He loved that you felt comfortable enough to rant about your feelings, knowing full well that you had trouble doing so with most people. But he also found it entertaining because of the way you told your stories. 

“Don’t worry about it, dove. I’m just glad to wake up next to you,” he says, voice still raspy from sleep. He pulls you back into a hug and you close your eyes, letting the warmth from his touch embrace you like the world’s most comfortable blanket. 

In the two months you and Steve had been dating, neither of you had discussed your love languages. He assumed yours was physical touch since you always welcomed his touch eagerly. Because of this, he never had a reason to think otherwise. But in reality, you were never one to favor physical closeness. Your childhood lacked the expression of love through touch because your parents were never affectionate with you, or with each other for that matter. 

Before Steve, any kind of physical closeness would make you uncomfortable. However, having him that close would not only make you happy but calm. His hugs and kisses were like a breath of fresh air. It was something new and exciting, yet calming when you were stressed or low-spirited. Despite loving having him that close, his touch was the only one you tolerated. You, of course, were certain that his love language was physical touch; it was as clear as day and everyone knew it. 

“Come on, let’s go get some breakfast so we can help set up for Dustin’s birthday party,” you say as you let go of Steve and sit up into a cross-legged position. He throws his arm over his face and sighs. 

“Alright, just give me five more minutes of sleep and then I’ll get up to shower,” he mumbles into his arm.

“Five minutes will turn into ten, ten will turn into twenty, and next thing you know we’ll be an hour late, Steve”

“Fine,” he groans, “I’m getting up now.”

Your mouth quirks up at the corners with contentment. You love living with Steve. Moments of simple domestic bliss are your favorite, especially ones like these. Mornings with him are so soft. It is when you would let your guard down, allowing yourself to be who you really are, and it’s the same way for him. Uncrossing your legs, you give him a kiss on the forehead and get up from the bed. The two of you need to be at the Wheeler’s place soon to set up for the party, and if there’s one thing you dislike more than anything is being late. 

“Stevie, you better be in the shower by the time I come back!” you shout as you head to the kitchen to make breakfast for the two of you. As much as you love Steve, mornings, when you had somewhere else to be, were not easy.

—

“Happy birthday, Henderson,” Steve smiles as he embraces Dustin in a tight hug. The setup for the party had been pretty easy. All of the kids had offered to help make their friend’s birthday a special one, especially after everything that happened with the Upside Down. 

“Thanks, man,” Dustin responds.

“You know, it would’ve been a hell of a lot easier if you had told us what you wanted as a present instead of having us guess,” Steve says while rolling his eyes.

 Although he loved the kid, he hated trying to find a present that would be perfect to Dustin’s liking. It was incredibly stressful to him because he wanted it to be perfect. He wanted him to have a present that he would actually enjoy, something that Steve hadn’t experienced in his childhood as a result of his parent’s emotional negligence. Sure, they always provided him with anything he needed, but they never bothered to give him the attention and affection all childrens need. Every year, his parents would always give him money to buy whatever he wanted, even as a child. The thought that goes into buying a loved one something they want is much better than an envelope with a hundred bucks and a half-hearted congratulations. 

“I’m sure I’ll love whatever you got me. Plus, where’s the fun in just telling you?”

“Yeah, yeah. Whatever, dude. It better be something you like, otherwise I’m making you bike to return it for something you actually like. I’m not wasting gas on that,” he grumbles. You give him a knowing smile, after all, you know him well enough to know that he was all bark and no bite. At least not when it came to the people he loved. It seemed like Dustin knew it too because he just chuckles at his remark. 

“Happy birthday, Dustin,” you smile as you hand the young teen a blue envelope that contains a birthday card. 

“Thanks, y/n!” he says much more enthusiastically. Suddenly, he wraps his arms around you, with your own pinned against your side. You become still as a statue, not knowing how to respond to his touch. Not wanting to hurt his feelings, you bring your right hand up to his back and give him a quick pat. He seems to get the hint because he drops his arms and gives you a slight smile. 

“Steve, could you help me carry one of my new inventions? It’s in the garage and it’s just too heavy for me to carry it,” Dustin says. 

“Sure, sure,” Steve responds. “Are you sure you’ll be okay on your own?” he says as he turns to you. 

“I’m sure. I’ll go ask Mrs. Henderson if she needs help with anything,” you smile reassuringly. 

“Alright,” he says, giving you a small peck on the cheek before turning on his heel to follow Dustin. 

Dustin opens the door to the garage, finding the rest of his friends sitting on the floor playing a boardgame. 

“What are you guys doing here?” Steve questions.

“Dustin’s mom got mad at us for yelling while playing the game. She told us to either tone it down or come to the garage. So, we decided to come here instead,” Lucas shrugs. “What are you doing here? I thought you would be hanging out with the others,” he adds. Steve assumes that by the others he means Robin, Jonathan, Nancy, and you. 

“I was, but Henderson over here wanted me to help him carry something that was apparently too heavy for him. Which is bullshit because I know for a fact he would rather struggle to carry something than ask for my help.”

With that, he turns to look at Dustin. “So what’s going on, dude?” he questions, brow arched in suspicion. 

“When were you going to tell me that y/n hates hugs?” Dustin asks. 

“What are you talking about? She loves hugs,” he says, surprise crossing his face.

“You know damn well what I’m talking about. It sure would’ve been better if you had told me before I hugged her today.”

Steve shoots him a quizzical look and asks, “I seriously have no clue what you’re talking about.”

“Everytime we hug her she either awkwardly stands very still with her arms pinned to her sides or just dodges the gesture altogether,” Max joins in, “I thought you knew that already.”

“You guys have no idea what you’re talking about,” Steve says.

“It’s true, last week when she helped me with my History homework, I tried to give her a hug but she just stook out her hand for a handshake instead,” Will reveals. 

“And a few minutes ago she just stood very still and gave me a pat on the back while I gave her a hug,” Dustin adds.

“I think I would know if my girlfriend disliked physical touch,” Steve insists. 

“You think we’re making it up? Fine, we’ll prove you wrong, Dingus,” Dustin fires back. He goes up to Mike and whispers something in his ear. Mike nods and turns to whisper the same thing in El’s ear. 

“Let’s go,” Dustin says. The rest of the kids follow him, Steve trailing right behind them. They head to the living room, where you’re sitting on the couch reading your book.

“Hey, y/n,” Dustin greets you. You look from your novel, and smile at the kids. 

“Hey,” you answer back.

“We just wanted to thank you for everything you have done for us. I mean, from helping us out with our English and History homework, to giving us rides to the arcade and helping decorate for my birthday party,” he continues.

“Yeah, and thanks for the relationship advice you gave us earlier this week,” Mike comments as he glances at El.

“There’s no need to thank me, I’m happy to help out however I can,” giving them a gentle smile.

“Can I give you a hug?” El asks shyly. 

“Oh, uh, sure,” you mutter. You step forward in her direction and wrap your left arm around her shoulders for a brief second. When you step back, you give her a tight smile and put your hands in the pockets of your jacket. 

“Are you okay, y/n?” Lucas asks. 

“Of course,” you reply.

“Did I do something wrong? Was my hug that bad?” El asks you, a frown forming on her face. 

“What? No, not at all. You’re a great hugger El” you quickly say.

“Or do you just don’t like us? Is that why you hate our hugs?” Dustin inquires, brows furrowed in worry. 

“It’s not you guys, I promise. I’m just not that fond of physical touch,” you admit, an apologetic look on your face. 

“What? All this time you’ve hated it and you couldn’t even tell me?” Steve asks, a hurtful look crossing his face.

“We’ll leave you two to talk,” Dustin says quietly. They all glance at each other in confusion, but Dustin nods towards the hallway that leads back to the garage. They exit the room, leaving the two of you in awkward silence.

“Does that mean that you’ve hated all of the kisses and hugs I’ve been giving you this entire time?” Steve asks, eyebrows lowered and pulled together. 

You close the space that separates the two of you and bring your hands up to his face to softly cup his cheek.

 “Baby, I’ve loved every single kiss and hug you have given me so far. Look, I know we’ve never discussed this, but physical touch doesn’t come easy to me. I mean, the kids just proved it,” you laugh humorlessly. 

“My parents were never affectionate with me, so anything that involves touching other people makes me uncomfortable. I never thought that it would change, but then you came along and became my only exception,” you continue, “Trust me when I say that nothing makes me happier than feeling you close to me.”

“But why didn’t you say anything, dove?” he asks softly, tilting up your chin and cupping both of your cheeks. You take your hands off his face and hold his wrists instead, as if to keep his hands in place. 

“It never came up. Plus, I didn’t want you to think that I hated your touch,” you answer in the same tone. 

“I’m sorry for not saying anything,” you add.

“And I’m sorry for not noticing it sooner,” he responds.

“I guess we’re just two idiots in love, huh? Too blinded to see the obvious,” he chuckles. 

“I guess we are,” you chuckle as well, standing on your toes to meet your lips with his.

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For some reason I couldn’t tag most of the people that answered my google form taglist, just these two. Not sure why it’s happening but sorry!

[ladykailitha]

Royal Pain Part 15

Hello!! We slowly but surely cranking up the tension between the two boys and it's going to be delicious.

Part 1 Part 2 Part 3 Part 4 Part 5 Part 6 Part 7 Part 8 Part 9 Part 10 Part 11 Part 12 Part 13 Part 14

***

Eddie had every intention of telling Steve about Seth Thursday, but he was thwarted by Robin.

Steve was running a little behind because a tattoo was taking a little longer than he thought it would, so Eddie was in the waiting area for his turn.

“So, don’t blame Miranda for this,” Robin began with a wince. “But she told me about Seth.”

Eddie took a deep breath. “I’m a little disappointed she told you, but I can’t say I’m surprised. Mandy likes to talk.”

Robin hurried around the desk and knelt in front of him. “I only bring it up, because I have a different opinion about telling Steve.”

Eddie frowned. “What do you mean?”

“I’m not against it as a whole,” she said gently. “Bad exes are bad business and that kind of shit can ruin things. I’m just saying not today.”

“Why...?”

Robin sighed, and sat next to him. “Look, you’re a great guy and I totally ship you and Steve. But don’t you think it’s a little early for the seven evil exes talk?”

Eddie snorted. “Thankfully only the one.”

She nodded. “I don’t think you should hide it from him. I’m not saying that at all. I’m just saying have more fun with each other before you going trauma dumping.”

“But I–”

“Want to move slow and don’t know how to say that without trauma dumping?” she finished for him.

He waved his hand in front of him. “Yeah, that.”

She nodded, putting her hand on his shoulder. “Just say you had a rough go at dating the last couple of years and just want to go slow. He’ll understand. Okay?” Eddie nodded. Robin paused for a moment. “And also maybe not do it while you’re in the middle of a literal business transaction.”

Eddie mouthed the word, ‘oh.’ “Point taken. I keep making mistakes like that.”

“That’s because your job isn’t usual,” she explained. “Getting up on stage and playing music for hoards of people every weekend for cash is the dream for a lot of people, but other than the bar owner you really don’t have a boss and your co-workers are your best friends.”

Eddie laughed. He hadn’t heard what he did described that way before, but it was true. His job wasn’t normal, but even though the product wasn’t the usual thing, what Steve and Robin did was essentially retail. They provided a service to a consumer at a price.

He smiled. “Point well and truly made. Thank you. I probably would have fucked it up between us again if I told him about Seth while sharp needles were near my person.”

Robin cocked her head. “That too. I keep saying it but seriously I’m Team Steddie, okay? But Steve has never been wooed and doesn’t know what to do when someone is interested, just at a different speed then he’s used to going.”

Eddie played with his rings. “Steve’s never been wooed?”

Robin shook her head. “Even when he was dating men, they always seemed to expect Steve doing all the romancing. That’s why he forgave you so easily. You went out of your way to remember things about him that even he had forgotten himself. That’s a really big deal for him.”

Eddie blushed. “Jeff and Mandy said to go big, so I just did what I would have wanted to get as an apology.”

She hugged him. “I’ll be sure to tell him that if he ever needs to apology to you.”

Eddie leaned his head back. “Let’s pray he never has to, yeah?”

Robin nodded. “And look, you have this shitty past that means you want to take it as slow and steady as you can but don’t want to hurt his feelings and lose your chance with him. Does that sound about right?”

Eddie took a deep breath and let out with a shuddering sigh. “That about sums it up, yeah.”

She let him go and he slumped against the back of the chair.

“So this is what we’ll do,” Robin said with a small smile. “You’ll hold off telling Steve until Saturday after the gig. Probably on the way to the club and then have a good time with each other knowing you two like each other. How does that sound?”

“Yeah, okay,” Eddie said, his voice shaking a bit.

She patted his hand. “Let me go see how much longer he’s going to be, because we might have to reschedule.”

He nodded.

She got up and went back to Steve’s room. She came out a minute later.

“He’s pissed it’s taking so long to get the colors right,” she informed him. “So because he has to reschedule, he’s willing to do it Sunday before he goes over to Dustin and Suzie’s.”

Eddie’s eyes went wide. “He doesn’t have to do that.”

“I think I pretty much established how much he wants to be with you dude,” Robin told him. “So come to the shop around noon and he’ll work on your tattoo.”

“Yeah, okay,” he breathed. “I’ll you guys there at the bar on Saturday?”

“Yup,” she said cheerfully. “Me and Chrissy will be dressed appropriately. Steve will continue being Steve.”

Eddie shoved his hair in front of his face. “Which is one of the reasons I like him.”

She grinned, wrinkling her nose. “Sap. Now get out of here before you get it all over the floor.”

Eddie laughed. “Yeah, yeah. See you Saturday.”

Robin shooed him out of the shop to his laughter.

“I’ve never seen two stupider people in my life,” Erica said, leaning against the wall to the hallway that led to her and the other apprentices’ rooms.

Robin looked over at her with an even bigger grin. “Well, they are men.”

Erica bobbed her head back and forth. “That’s fair.” She walked back into her room and Robin followed her to check on Argyle and Chrissy.

“How goes the practice?” she asked Chrissy from the doorway.

Chrissy looked up and smiled. “I think I’m getting the hang of knowing how deep I’m going.”

Robin smiled back. “That’s great. I’m glad you’re finally getting the hang of it.”

“Steve a really good teacher,” she said. “I’ve learned so much since I started here and it hasn’t even been a whole week.”

Robin chuckled. “He’s like that. That’s why I love him.”

“How long have you guys been friends?” Chrissy asked. “Because I know you guys weren’t friends in high school.”

Robin laughed. “Actually we were. If you count the last half of his senior year and he absolutely does.”

“You guys don’t look like you could have been friends in any life time if I’m honest,” Chrissy admitted.

Robin cocked her head and shrugged. She moved further into the room. “Everyone says that, but they forget I was in marching band and soccer in high school. It’s not as though we’re complete opposites.”

“That’s true I guess,” Chrissy agreed. “You said your first job together burned down?”

Robin grinned. “Oh yeah. I’ll tell you about it later, I really have to get back up front.” She hesitated before turning on heel and scrambling out of the room, nearly hitting her head on the door frame.

Chrissy giggled.

*

Steve was vibrating in his seat at the table in front of the stage. Apparently, this table was reserved for friends of the band. The only reason Mandy didn’t show them to it last time was because she knew how loud it could be and didn’t want to scare them away their first night.

So now he can see every drop of sweat, every lip quiver, every finger placement. He gulped. He really wished that he had the foresight to sit in the back curve of the table and not the front. His brain was running a full commentary of all the things Steve found gross to keep his dick under control.

Steve was pretty sure he failed when he caught Jeff’s smirk. He was going to die. There was nothing for it. He was going to spontaneously combust, right here in the middle of this lovely bar.

And then Eddie winked. Steve let his eyelids flutter closed and tilted his head back in agony. He was grateful that was the song was the last in their set, because he was about to burst.

He stayed polite and waited for them to exit stage left, before he ran to the restroom. He ran into a stall and with two quick pumps he was coming into a bit of toilet paper. He carefully cleaned up and walked back out there a lot calmer, but embarrassed to the hilt.

Thankfully it was only the girls waiting for him and only Robin gave him a sly side eye about his mad dash to the restroom. So he was grateful for that. He just knew he was going to hear about it when he got home.

Finally band came out and Steve was relieved to see that Eddie had changed into something a little less ‘sex on legs’ and a little more ‘not kill Steve’.

Eddie looked good. He always did. But damn, that outfit he wore tonight on stage was a heart attack wrapped in leather and mesh.

“You guys ready for the club?” Gareth asked, bouncing on the balls on his feet.

Steve laughed. “I’m glad you guys had fun last time. But yeah, I’m ready.”

There were nods and agreements across the board.

“So where are we going?” Chrissy asked as they filed out into the parking lot.

“We decided to walk this time,” Jeff said. “It’s not very far and not worth the gas it would take to get there.”

Robin hopped up and down. “It’s this nifty little club that Stevie and I found when we first moved to Indy. It’s not strictly a gay club but it’s very friendly. It’s called Rainbow High and it has the best cocktail called Evita and it has...”

Steve tuned her out as she rattled on to Chrissy about the club with a fond shake of his head.

Eddie sidled up to him and nudged him with his shoulder. “I think your girl has a crush.”

Steve looked back up at the two girls walking in front of him. He huffed out a laugh. “Yeah. I think she does, poor Miranda.”

Eddie threw his head back and laughed. “I think she’ll live not being pursued by a Robin.”

They walked in silence a moment or two.

“God,” Eddie said, tilting his head back and rolling his shoulders, “it feels good to go out and not have to look over my shoulder every minute of every day.”

“Crazy fan or evil ex?” Steve asked lightly, trying to keep the concern out of his voice. In the back of his mind he kept chanting, go slow, go slow, go slow.

Eddie scoffed. “I’ve had both unfortunately, but no this one is an evil ex.”

Steve winced. “That’s rough. Nothing like a bad ex to make you want to run for the hills. It must take a lot of courage to keep taking a step forward every day.”

Eddie blushed. “I sometimes still feel like a coward, breaking it off with him, but everyone else in my life tells me I did the right thing.”

Steve took Eddie’s hand and gave it a squeeze. “Sometimes it’s hard to see how bad it looks in front of us, until someone else shows you.”

Eddie squeezed his hand back before reluctantly letting go. “You sound like you know from experience.”

Steve nodded. “My parents, unfortunately.” He ran thumb over the warmth Eddie’s hand left behind in his palm. “It wasn’t until Robin pulled me aside and made examine the relationships her and most of my other friends had with their parents and see that how they treated me wasn’t right.”

“That why you two ran away together?” Eddie teased.

Steve laughed. “Something like that. Her parents were really supportive.” He watched as his best friend laughed and made wild hand gestures for a moment. “Sometimes we think they love me more than they love her.”

Eddie leaned in close. “What’s not to love?”

Steve blushed.

***

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[jeonghanspookie]

The Stolen Lunch

The holiday season was exactly what you would expect.

A disaster.

Regardless of the busy and hectic state of the store, the team members could only do so much. At the end of the day, it is what it is.

As stressful as the work day is, lunch time was a break away from all that stress.

Those 45 minutes are sacred to any retail worker.

Jeonghan made his way to 'the den' to finally enjoy his lunch. He had been counting down the minutes ever since he clocked in.

Once he made it into the office, he saw that a few of his friends were already in there.

"Hi Hannie!" Y/N greeted him excitedly. Vernon, who was sitting across from Y/N, sent Jeonghan a nod as acknowledgment.

Jeonghan sent them both a tired smile.

"You two are always together huh." He commented

Y/N looked back at him with a big smile. "Yeah it's because we're the bestest of friends" Y/N said as she reached over to give Vernon a big hug.

Vernon, who's mouth was full of food, looked to Jeonghan and nodded his head nonchalantly to agree with Y/N's statement.

Jeonghan also nodded his head to the comment. Made perfect sense to him.

He then made his way over to the fridge they had installed into 'the den' exclusively for the 14 friends to use. (It took them 5 days to finally convince Cheol to get one set up in there)

As Jeonghan was looking through the fridge, Seungkwan, Chan, and Soonyoung came into the office.

The room started to fill with the rest of the friends and everyone scattered around to relax and talk.

It had been a few minutes of busy chatter until one person disrupted it.

"ALRIGHT!" Jeonghan suddenly exclaimed, "WHO TOOK IT"

The room went silent.

"Um... took what?" Seokmin spoke for everyone.

Jeonghan glanced around the room with a scoff.

"MY LUNCH. It's not in the fridge."

Joshua looked at him confused. "Who would take your lunch?"

"That's what I'm trying to find out. I know it had to have been someone in this room. No one else comes back here except for the 14 of us. So give it up now and just confess. I promise I won't be mad"

"Okay" Soonyoung started

Jeonghan quickly made his way over to him and grabbed him by the collar of his shirt, cutting his words off.

"I KNEW IT WAS YOU! HOW DARE YOU! YOU WILL PAY FOR THIS KWON SOONYOUNG!"

"NO HAN NO! IT WASNT ME I PROMISE! PLEASE! LET ME TALK"

"Yeah Hannie I don't think it was Soonie. He packed his own lunch today." Y/N said as she pointed to the tiger lunch box that was sitting on the table in front of where Jeonghan was currently holding Soonyoung.

"Oh."

"Well it had to be someone else then"

Seungcheol then cleared his throat. "Well not to be that guy, but I saw Mingyu eating something during his first break. And now he has more food in front of his right now? Seems a bit suspicious to me"

"OH HELL NO! I'll have you know that I was eating a chicken breast THAT I BROUGHT. And this" Mingyu pointed to the food in front of him, "THIS is my meal prep that I work so hard to make at the beginning of every week" he finished off

"Man no one cares. Who took the lunch?"

The room bursted into pure chaos. One accusing the other. Back and forth arguments.

"Well I know for a fact it's not me or Vernon" Y/N said, "we got Taco Bell today"

Seungkwan rolled his eyes, "This is like the third time this week you guys got Taco Bell. How are you not tired of it?"

"Hey! They brought nacho fries back this month" Vernon tried to justify, "we gotta take advantage of it!"

Voices continued to fill the room.

"Chan looks suspicious"

"IT WASNT ME"

"I have my own lunch"

"No one cares."

"Someone just confess"

"IT WAS PROBABLY THAT MARK GUY"

"He still works here?"

Jeonghan looked at the chaos and stress that was now installed in the office.

To be clear, Jeonghan did not have a lunch.

He forgot to bring it this morning and if he couldn't enjoy a nice meal during his lunch break, no one could.

So Jeonghan smiled to himself and began to enjoy, he looked down at his watch, the 28 minutes left of his lunch as his coworkers continued to argue.

"Hey Hannie" Y/N whispered over to him

"Hm" Jeonghan hummed.

"You can have the other half of Vernon's burrito" Y/N offered as Vernon showed Jeonghan the other half of his burrito.

"It's okay sweetie, thanks for offering" Jeonghan smiled at the two.

"Okay! But let us know if you want anything from Taco Bell tomorrow, kitten whiskers is gonna joint us too!" Y/N gestured to Seokmin, who was currently in a heated argument with Jun and Jihoon.

Jeonghan was a bit concerned about the amount of Taco Bell the two were consuming. (It's very concerning)

He shrugged off the thought.

"Sure, why not"

A/N: SORRY I HAVENT UPDATED. I'm on break from school so I'll have time to update more often now 😈

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[joshsbimbo]

christmas special

part 2

pairings: top! josh futterman x power bottom! fem! reader

warnings: shower sex idk, ur a retail worker, trying really hard to be up to ur interpretation but it’s HARD, whimpering meow, part two is more christmas themed, i’m sorry if you don’t celebrate christmas

a/n: was supposed to be one part and NOT 1.2k words but i got distracted. the original ploy was supposed to be part two (which i’m posting tmr!! muah!)

♡ holidays were the worst for retail workers. rude customers ignore their pleas or push past them aggressively. josh knew it all, not because he worked as one, but because you did. the night of black friday, you came home and dropped into his arms. he massaged your sore body as you ranted about your day of ed sheeran blasting throughout the store, kids sobbing and throwing tantrums, items on the floor, working overtime, not being able to sit down, and how much your boss sucked ESPECIALLY on black friday.

♡ it was the week of christmas, and you were dreading every single day. hugging josh for extra long in bed, pushing into him like a needy cat. mumbling against his skin as you pecked it, "i don't wanna go.."

♡ "i know, baby. i promise when you come back, you’ll get to unwrap your presents, we’ll make cookies and.." he whispered.

♡ your heart dropped, "it's christmas already? fuck.." you buried your face into his chest, mentally cursing yourself out. "i've been so caught up in work that.. fuck, fuck.. i didn’t get any gifts.."

♡ 'it's okay, baby. i understand.." he kisses your skin softly.

♡ "no.. no it's no-" your alarm to get ready for work goes off, and you sink into his touch even more.

♡ "i love you, baby. don't worry, just focus on yourself." he kisses your lips softly, the mint from his toothpaste still very strong.

♡ you groan as he gently lifts you up, you sit there as he starts the shower. he brings all your favorite products as well, like your lotion, and other products you use. when you walked in, his waist had a towel hanging from it, and a big smile on his face.

♡ "i thought this would be nicer than showering by yourself.." he mumbled before covering his face, blushing, "no, this is silly.."

♡ "no! i need this! please.." you take off his shirt you wore as pajamas, he scans your curves unintentionally. "i've been missing your touch since i started working overtime, joshy.." you lay your hands on his chest gently, admiring his features.

♡ josh looked into your eyes, understanding that you needed this. he made sure the water was warm before helping you enter inside, following you behind.

♡ you both let the water run on your bare bodies, he put a small glob of shampoo onto his hand, rubbed it so suds appeared, and massaged your scalp with it. you closed your eyes, enjoying his touch.

♡ "you're so pretty, baby.." he said as he helped you rinse your hair from the remaining shampoo.

♡ you smile, trying to open your eyes to see him. he is so blurry from the water landing on your eyelashes, but you can still see his cute smile.

♡ he did the same with the conditioner, massaging the ends of your hair with it.

♡ as he rinsed your hair again, he admired your face since your eyes were closed. counting all your beauty marks, wanting to kiss all of them, but he knew he would take it too far, considering the location...

♡ the part he was dreading the most. body wash on his hands, rubbing your bare shoulders. you looked deep into his eyes, while his eyes were making sure you were lathered. his hands explored lower, cupping your chest, paying extra attention to your sensitive buds. your breath hitched, and he knew he fucked up. when he finally made eye contact, your face was flushed and your eyes were half hooded.

♡ you whine when he pulled away, grabbing more soap to wash the rest of your body. he gently rubbed your stomach, squishing it and smiling. "i love you so much.." he whispered as he explored your curves. you were always so sensitive to his touch, your cunt drips with the water as you hold on to him. his big and rough hands continue to massage your body with the suds.

♡ "i love you too, but i need you.. my job can wait.. please?" he smiles and giggles, looking away to hide his blush.

♡ “i still need to make sure you’re clean, babe..”

♡ he puts his hand between your thighs, making sure the water rinses your sensitive places. rubbing your clit, your folds, and teasing your hole. your hands gripped his arm tightly, not expecting the touch.

♡ he pulls his hands away to cup your ass, rubbing more soap on it as an excuse to grope you. "you're so pretty when you're needy, baby."

♡ "shut uppp.." you mumbled against his skin, leaving him small hickeys. he whimpers in response, his cock leaking more and more as you touch him. you reach your hand around his length, feeling it throb. "please, joshy..?"

♡ his aching cock twitched into your hand, his hips thrusting into your touch, using your grip as a flesh light. "i'll do whatever you want me to."

♡ “keep moving your hips like the pretty boy you are, joshy..” you say, using the body wash as lube.

♡ his breath shakes as his thrusts become faster, “i need to feel you..”

♡ in a mocking tone, “i still need to make sure you’re clean, babe.”

♡ “f-fuck you..” his head jumping back, feeling your thumb rub his sensitive tip. his pre cum makes it easier to swirl around his tip quickly, feeling it throb pathetically.

♡ “you know i hate it when you’re acting like a bitch.” you mumble. “but i’m about to be late for work.” you let go of his cock, turning around to bend over against the cold tiles.

♡ his eyes scans the water droplets on your naked body, ogling at your curves. “you’re so pretty..”

♡ “shut up and fuck me.” he wastes no time to position himself infront of your entrance, his huge and rough hands spreading your ass to make it easier. the head of his cock is enough to stretch you out, you whine at the painful pleasure. no matter how many times he cums inside of you, you never get use to the thickness.

♡ his length was worse, perfectly pressed against your cervix. he makes sure you’re gripping the slippery tiles before thrusting deeper, immediately hitting your sweet spot. your walls already tightening around him before he has the chance to fuck you properly.

♡ his arms wrap around your waist, holding you still as he pounds into your sweet spot. wanting to make it quick so you wouldn’t be late, but also wanting to let this moment linger longer. your back is pressed against his chest, he pecks your neck with kisses, whimpering into your ear.

♡ you struggle to hold yourself up, but with his arms holding you tightly against his chest, you barely need to hold onto the wall. your ass jiggles after every thrust, your legs shaking after every sound that escapes his lips. vocal men are the fucking best.

♡ his whines become high pitched, “fuck, i’m gonna cum.. babybabybaby..!” he bites your neck to try to quiet himself. you gasp in response, tightening around him, and tears running down your cheeks from your sweet spot being abused.

♡ “need- your cum, please!” you try to say between moans, his thick cock sloppily stretching you out, before he thrusts deep inside of you. his tip spurring loads of his cum, twitching pathetically as he pants against your ear.

♡ he carefully pulls out, mesmerized by his cum leaking out of you. he grabs you by the chin, pulling you in, kissing your perfect lips.

♡ “i love you..”

♡ “i love you too, baby.”

thx for reading !

[loverofcats14]

A Lingerie Outing FemMc x Lucifer

As you got dressed up for your date with "Mr. Lucifer" as you liked to call him. You saw how Lucifer hated being called that and as technically he's your supperior boyfriend. You and Mr.Lucifer were going shopping to the mall and you wanted to get a pair of new lingerie mabye a matching set if you were lucky.

You: Alright Mr. Lucifer! :)

Lucifer:Mc love, Im outside please come quickly.

Lucifer: Sigh,you know I hate that nickname. You don't see me calling you my student or good girl love.

You: You could if you wanted to. I wouldn't mind~ ;)

Lucifer: Cough,just come Asmo is rubbing off on you

As you set your D.D.D on the table you smiled in the fact if he'd call you "good girl".

"Mr.Lucifer can we go to the clothing store-?" You giggled as you held his arm walking through town. Lucifer sighed holding your bags with all the products you bought. "Can't you buy some from Akuzon, it's been 3 hours." "Pleaseeee I'll help Mammon with homework for a week!" You did the ultimate move. The puppy dog eyes. Lucifer couldn't help it, you were so cute with the pouting lip and brushing your head in his arm. Also it didn't help you pushed your breasts together realizing you had no bra on.

"As long as I can do some school calls Mc." Lucifer looked away blushing putting his hand over his mouth. You giggled seeing him blush.

"Mr.Lucifer does this dress suit me?" You twirlwd as you came out if the dressing room. "No Diavolo,we are going to have a meeting this weekend." Lucifer just side eyed you and nodded. You frowned as you took the dress off realizing he hasn't payed attention to you all day.

Grabbing a black pair of lingerie you stormed into the dressing room again and started trying it on. It looks like Lucifers type if he ever noticed.You tried taking the bra off realizing you grabbed a size to small pair and couldn't unclip the bra. Feeling embarrassed you called Lucifer. "Mc on a call." He replied.

"Lucifer I need you!" you huffed as you couldn't get this bra off and mad at Lucifer for not paying attention. Lucifer realizing you didn't say his nickname hanged up and went inside. "Mc what did you-" Lucifer stopped dead in his tracks realizing you had lingerie on. The breasts pressed together,the bikini thong showing your ass,and your look of worry making Lucifer hard.

"Can you try uncliping the bra Lucifer? Lucifer!?" You groaned. Lucifer snapped out of it and tried unclipping it. "Dear I can't." "Sigh this is embarrassing you can leave Lucifer. I know you have a meeting ahead,there's coffe in your room." Lucifer realized the reason you were annoying him and bringing him shopping was for his attention. He felt a little guilty so much he decided to-

"Mc,you're very pretty in that lingerie." Lucifer hugged your waist moving his head between your neck. "Lucifer! You're going to miss that meeting!" You ghasped. "I don't care and isn't it Mr.Lucifer mhm?" He said kissing and sucking your neck. "Mhm whats this Lucifer-ack!" He slapped your ass leaving a mark. "Mr.Lucifer to you Mc. Now be quiet,we don't want to upset the retail workers. Do we my good girl?" You had no idea want got into Lucifer but you liked it. Your panties were starting to wetten and your nipples became stiff.

"Now good girl bend over on the mirror, I wanna see your fucked dumb face." You held the wall for support as Lucifer unzipped his pants. As Lucifer slid your underwear down he saw how dampened it was. "Oh? How naughty of you MC, we haven't even payed for the set. I have to punish you." You looked back in confusion as he penetrated his member slapping it  back in forth on your ass as you tried to hold your moans in.

"Noo Mr. Lucifer Im going to uhhgh~" you cried as he started playing with your breasts;twisting your nipples that became sensitive. "Quiet girl,you wanted my attention and you have it." His member started becoming more sensitive as your walls clenched it. "Oh Mc, I'm going to," "Me too Lucifer ahh-!" You felt the cum coming out of your heat going down your leg.

Lucifer slid his member out wiping the cum in the floor with his gloves. "Mc, making me pay so much haha." "It's not my fault you were the one not paying attention and wanted to fuck in here!"you hushed under your breath. "I'm sorry love, I'll pay more attention to you I promise." He zipped his pants and realized you still have the lingerie on. "Lets just teleport out of here I'd rather not talk about this with the retailers." "Okay Mr.Lucifer!" You laughed kissing Lucifer.

[kyufessions]

Late Night Dinner

synopsis: you meet your boyfriend, johnny, for a late night dinner after work

pairings: non-idol boyfriend! johnny x retail worker! g.n. reader

genre: fluff drabble

word count: 0.6k

a/n: just wanted to write something about this johnny ,,, a small something

general taglist: @jwnghyuns

smiling tiredly at your approaching boyfriend, his brightening smile made your heart skip consistent beats. you made exhausted grabby-hands in his direction, quickling signaling for him to approach your arms so you can give him the long awaited hug you’ve been craving from him. he happily obliged, wrapping you up in his arms and placing a small peck on your lips before sitting down across from you at the table. his hands subconsciously slithered into yours, fingers automatically intertwining together.

the small family-owned restaurant was nearly empty from it being 1AM, and to be honest you were even surprised it was still open. but you didn’t complain because it was the perfect place to sit down and eat after a long thirteen hour shift at your exhausting retail job, and by perfect you mean a twelve minute walk from your shitty new york city apartment that was way too overpriced for your liking. the rent rarely left you with enough money for grocery shopping but you made it work. besides, since you started dating johnny around nine months ago you learned he loves cooking- especially for you. so, you didn’t have to waste much money on eating out or shopping much anymore.

“how was work, baby?” he asked, his eyes not leaving yours for even a split second. he already knew your answer, but he still figured he’d ask to be polite.

an aggravated sigh left your lips, making you roll your eyes at the remembrance of the annoying customers you dealt with today. “annoying as ever. the day i stop working retail is the day i’m truly happy, i swear.”

a waitress soon approached you both, asking your orders and johnny ordering for both of you. although you both didn’t come into the retiring often, you both had come here enough to know each other's orders. knowing how tired you were, he just ordered for you as you rested your eyes for a split second before hearing her walk off and your boyfriend speak up again.

“when’s your next class?” he asked you as he stared at you with love yet slight concern. midterms and work had both been kicking your ass lately, and the dark under bags you were presenting was making it evident.

“at 9:30 in the morning. i’m just glad all my classes are online, otherwise i’d be even more exhausted.” the lady approached with both of your black coffees, making you perk up and start adding coffee creamer and sugar to it to wake you up a bit. you watched as johnny drank it black, scrunching your face up in disgust to tease him.

he smiled, making you calm your nerves a bit. well, that and the coffee. he noticed the slight change, making him a bit happier. “take off next semester and move in with me.”

you nearly choked on the hot drink that was gliding down your throat, making you put down the small coffee mug and cough into your hoodie sleeve. although johnny was laughing, he was leaning over and patting your back along with asking if you were alright. all you did was nod, starting to laugh along with him as the workers and some customers just stared at the two of you in the back of the restaurant.

once you contained your composure, you stared up at your boyfriend who was hovering over you. your eyes met, his smile never fading as yours grew. “are you fucking serious, suh? don’t joke like that.”

his lips met your forehead, then your cheek, before finally meeting your lips with a small peck and sitting back down so as to not make others in the area uncomfortable with PDA. “i’m serious, 자기야. why would i joke about that?”

suddenly, you weren’t tired at all. the exhaustion left your body as you both discussed moving in together when your lease ended in three months, right after the new year. and although johnny was fighting against hello kitty bed sheets, you were going to scheme against him on how to get him to say yes.

[dorizardthewizard]

Galactik Football season 3 rewatch, eps 13-15

Episode 13:

Funny how the Pirates, who have the most motivation to find the contact, are the ones supporting an immediate evacuation whereas Brim Simbra is going for the “no need to panic people” route

Brim Simbra: He's right. Especially since many people will leave Paradisia right after the final anyway. The evacuation has to take place calmly.

Well fuck all the retail workers and support staff on Paradisia then. You guys are at more risk because we'll only announce a proper evacuation once all the visitors are gone <3

Again they missed their chance to have D'jok and Sinedd taunt each other at the start of the match, their roasts used to be hilarious

The way Mei is just watching them with her hands crossed sfdjhds girl, be ready!

Man I complain about Sinedd but D'jok's behaviour is annoying me more

Lol why did they just let the cat walk in, didn't they know about the incident at the start of the season?

Damn they really joker-ified Harris

Brim Simbra this wouldn't be a problem if you'd just ordered an evacuation

Luur came to watch the match in his football kit I guess

Damn, Galactik Football tournament finals can never go on without a disaster huh?

Why does it look like everyone has left the stadium already (that is a FUCK ton of people by the way, SEVERE danger of fatal crowd crushes. Which wouldn't be happening if you pre-emptively evacuated everyone, BRIM SIMBRA) but D'jok, Mei and Sinedd are still taking their time getting off the pitch?

I find it a bit hard to believe that D'jok's so far gone he'll literally just stand there as the stadium falls apart around him. In season 2 it was because he was in shock at least, and anyway this is all kind of a re-hash of the end of season 2 but worse

This is so funny they're just standing there 😭 Unbothered

I do love Sinedd saving D'jok and that his excuse is that he can't fight him if he's dead dsfjkdf it's hilarious

Seeing the flux effect on the 2D animation is so uncanny!

They seemed to be able to switch to using the flux for different purposes pretty quickly, like in football it mostly just gives them more power/speed/agility but they immediately have no problem channeling the Breath outwards and shooting it at stuff

It's a huge moment though, seeing them use the flux outside of football. If there were more seasons it could have been cool to see this as a can of worms opening and a debate around the potential loosening of the rules, with a balance between the benefits flux can bring vs the dangers

Sinedd you dumbass they would have left already, that's how evacuations work. Although I see him being too scared of losing them again to think rationally

TRAIN BRAWL! TRAIN BRAWL! Spider-man 2 eat your heart out

RIP Harvey, a real legend. And flux war veteran!

Of course she's a serpent lady

ooo look you can see the space jump gates! Cool little bit of background lore on how travel works in this universe

Where tf is Sinedd

Ahh Phoenix is going down with the ship, pretty cool moment

DAN DAN DAAAAAN

Episode 14:

Aww Thran and Ahito holding hands 😭😭

MARK JUST... DANGLING MICRO-ICE BY THE LEG?? It's kind of cute he's comforting him in his own way, although Micro-Ice's very valid reaction to all this is still played for laughs lmao

Ok so how sentient ARE the robots in this show? Sidney is obviously very sad about Harvey being gone, and we've seen the Technodroids have normal conversations before. But everyone's reaction whenever Sidney gets sad is just 😬😬😬 awkward LOL. Are robots like second class citizens in this universe? No one believes their emotions are as real as humans? But are they?? So many questions

Artegor coming over to help Aarch with unpacking sdhsdfjj and blaming himself for encouraging them to go to Paradisia 😭 Their hug 😭😭 Going feral over them

Wuh... in the middle of a good natured conversation he just,, throws the trophy? Why? It's so random 😂😂

So did Aarch and Artegor actually resolve their dispute, as dumb as it was? Oh it was just thrown in to have drama for a couple of episodes and now suddenly they're good? Ok sure

Aw Norata seems so much happier now, look at him excitedly showing off rare flowers

So these kids just.... use the flux? And NO ONE has noticed this yet? It's just... they were notified IMMEDIATELY that Rocket had used the flux to save Tia, how is this continuous use going undetected? I guess we already had that question considering Tia already knew how to use the flux in season 1, but with her you could at least make soooome sort of assumption of her being sheltered somehow as a daughter of diplomats. Maybe the flux society only noticed Rocket's flux use so quickly because they always make sure to track GF players really closely, but still if these kids are just chilling using it all the time, on GENESIS, it looks like the flux society are worryingly shit at their job lol

But that's the thing, season 3 introduces SO many crazy new concepts – new tournament, mixed flux teams, players moving to other teams, using flux outside of football, characters moving to different roles to shake up the status quo... so much interesting stuff but the execution just flubs it, especially with the character development.

Damn Tia's got gymnastics skills!

Oh so the last time we saw Sinedd, he was running back into a collapsing stadium to find his parents and we had no idea if he'd made it or not, and now the next time we see him he's just chilling walking with his team? I don't know much about direction in shows like this but I feel like we should have had a scene where he reunites with Mei at least before this??

Actually come to think of it, D'jok ends up on the Snow Kids' ship during the evacuation and we never get to see their reaction to him! Of course at first they all just want to survive and are obviously worried about him, but what about after? Was it awkward? Did they talk? TELL ME

Sinedd is a dick cutting Mei off like that but kind of sweet to see him refer to the Shadows as family

Wait have D'jok and Sonny interacted since Sonny got healed? I feel like we're sorely missing some father and son interactions here, and D'jok has been really needing it! And where's Maya in all this??

Mei is right to question the “parents” with how sketchy they're acting, but it's tough. Sinedd's finally got that part of himself back and there's no way he'll consider the idea of losing it again.

New flux society guy agreeing to move the date of the GFC, ooooor you could try and catch this guy? Useless mfers

Episode 15:

Show really doesn't give us any detail on how someone actually masters another flux. Like how does it work?

Oh Mei's getting sick now from the Smog, but how did Sinedd get over it? He did have symptoms of Smog poisoning in season 2 but I don't remember him ever getting cured like Artegor did? Aarch had to quit the Shadows because it had gone too far, is it actually something you can just overcome? Is it different for everyone? Is it down to overusing it? So many questions!

I like that Mei was just like. NOPE this is hurting me, even if I liked you I ain't staying! As she should.

Ooo Yuki's mastering the Elektras' flux!

Wait so everyone thinks team Paradisia are actually from the planet? Which iirc only became habitable not that long ago? I'm confused on the origins of these girls, how are they cyborgs? Do they have any lives and family outside of the team Lord Phoenix assembled? I mean they're not androids? I feel like since they're closely connected to a main character, they should have gotten some more backstory.

Oh so D'jok left team Paradisia already? Why exactly? He seemed all about winning with them. We don't even get a scene of him leaving them and their reaction??

What?? D'jok's just decided to do coaching all of a sudden? Because of one little encounter with kids playing football?? He was obsessed with winning tournaments like 5 minutes ago how did this change come about??? Like. I can SEE the vision and D'jok becoming a mentor figure is a fun idea but... we need to see the steps of getting there!

That Lightnings girl is so cute though

Mei says she only left temporarily but um... sis that was not the impression we got lol you disappeared abruptly and sent everyone heartfelt farewell messages

English dub goofs up again: D'jok says he'll never go back to the Snow Kids after what THEY did, but then goes on about how HE messed up and they'll never take him back. And again, what made him realise he was behaving poorly? You can't just set up a character's development, then suddenly show them once they've reached a conclusion. Was is the near-death experience? The fact Mei still wanted to help him despite how he'd acted? His loneliness finally catching up to him? I WANT ANSWERS

Mei: Don't you want to play for the cup? D'jok: We've done it, Mei. We've won twice! What's the point?

OK this is super interesting, I'm gonna link @millimononym 's post here about D'jok's potential arc (hope that's ok!) because I think it fits really well with this. For a guy obsessed with destiny, hitting his peak early could really mess with him. You could have such an interesting arc about this and accepting that life goes on and that our lives don't have to be defined by reaching some greater goal or purpose. It's about doing it with your friends and, if the show delved a little bit more in the whole post-flux war climate, it's also about being a symbol of hope for a planet that basically suffered the apocalypse. People joke about how the Snow Kids won three times in a row straight away, instead of doing the anime lose -> train to get better -> win scenario, but you could actually address this and use it to the story's advantage!

Aww Lun-Zia can't do it :( I can't remember what happens but it would be cool if she actually couldn't master the Breath, sometimes no matter how hard you try things just don't go the way you want

Wait so um... is no one questioning how the Paradisia girls still have their flux even though the planet is dead? And what are the girls even doing right now? They have no home and no Lord Phoenix, who took care of everything for them. And where did Nina-8 come from??

The Elektra's support of Yuki is so cute. Also kind of interesting lore that their planet is far from the other planets, and hence its residents find it very hard to connect to the flux, so much so it was assumed they didn't have one. A cool explanation for why the team hasn't shown up yet!

Oh she's been selected by the Wambas!! Of course they would want her on their team after seeing her play at Paradisia. Well that wrapped up nicely! Still, this confirms she was just some rando on the beach. And what was she up to before the tournament anyway? I wish we got to know more about her

Mark immediately has a crush on Nina-8 but somehow not Nikki-4 who looks just like her? XD

I don't mind Yuki staying with the Elektras actually, its the Elektra's first GFC and I can see her wanting to go further with them. And sometimes that's just life! Going on new adventures

[prettyboykatsuki]

oh give it a rest. you don't love every single individual person on earth. you don't love strangers.

it makes me very sorry you harbor so much bitterness in your heart that you find that unfathomable and that you felt a need to correct me

but if you could split me open you’d find my love for humanity just as overwhelming as i do. i do love strangers, all the time. i love people in the streets who are having fun and children and retail workers who gossip during their shift. i love the woman who spread extra cream cheese on my bagel and my neighbors upstairs who keep me up at 4am. i love the men on the road who drink tea after prayer and let me cross all while watching my back. of course i can’t love every individual on the planet, but i can try. i can do it briefly.

love is not a finite resource friend. its infinite and forever. there’s not a single moment in my life where i dont mean it when i say i love you because i believe there’s something so unique about the human condition. if i had hands big enough to stretch across earth id try to hug everyone just once

i used to be a very lonely and very bitter and hopeless person. it was something i could only remedy by choosing radical adoration for the people on this planet.

do you want to know what the signs of a society are friend? a healed femur. evidence that someone took care of a sick person instead of leaving them behind for survival.

how could i not love you? of course i do. i love you even though you’re a stranger. and i hope that my brief, transient love can heal the anger in your heart for just one minute. the world is a big place. why not love? why not try your best to?

[marzipanandminutiae]

so, my retail job involves selling certain types of artisanal food. we don’t actually do any cooking or baking or food prep of any kind; we just package and sell things. think like a fancy candy store or bread store or similar

and the comment I hate the absolute most. the one that makes me want to launch myself into the sun

is, “how do you stay so thin working here?”

it generally comes from older women, which just makes me want to hug them and ask who hurt them (just kidding. as a fellow woman, I know the answer is All Of Goddamn Society). but I got it from a man the other day. and just like

1. if we go by BMI- which I know is a deeply flawed system -I have like one toe across the Overweight line (4′11″, 127 lbs/57 kg at my last doctor’s appointment). which just might mean that a lot of assumptions need to be challenged, ranging from what “thin” or “overweight” bodies look like to what “overweight” even means to, again, the validity of the BMI metric

2. holy shit, that is not okay to say to a stranger. I get that a lot of people were raised to consider calling someone thin a compliment. I grew up with some DEEPLY toxic messages about bodies, weight, food, etc. from my mother and grandmother. but it’s pretty high on the list of Unacceptable Alleged Compliments

you don’t know if someone has an eating disorder, or is recovering from one. you don’t know if they have a wasting illness. you don’t know if they have a health condition preventing them from eating whatever they sell (and if they told you that, you’d probably just say something like “oh, that’s so lucky!” knowing the crowd who usually gets into these conversations). it’s just. it’s a huge minefield to walk into, and you really really shouldn’t

plus- and I say this especially to the man who addressed me thus -YOU SHOULD NOT BE EVALUATING A RETAIL WORKER’S BODY SIZE AS THEY’RE HELPING YOU. it’s not pertinent to the interaction. and if you are, for gods’ sakes, don’t tell them! don’t make your private thoughts their problem!

just stick to the classic rule of only complimenting attributes people have control over, okay, folks? at least vis a vis strangers

[pxychoticx]

The Beauty Shines

The beauty shines in the room at UGW.

At your UGW you're not just the girl in the group, you're the center of attention. You're the one that everyone is looking at.

At your UGW there will be no insecurities, there will be no doubt.

At your UGW you'll be feminine, fragile and powerful. For the first time in your life, you'll be beautiful and the stares won't be in disgust, they'll be in awe.

Imagine the way the clothes hug your body in the most flattering way, hugging your body- not suffocating you. The clothes you've always wanted to wear, the outfits you've always wanted- you can literally have it all.

Imagine all the girls that looked at you in pity, your family that threw you around, the boys that looked away at the sight of you. All of that is gone at UGW. All the nastiness the world has thrown at you, all the undeserved ugliness you've faced will disappear; because most of you have.

This will be the fist time in your life that when someone looked at you eating, they won't be disgusted. This will bet the first time your family asks you if you ate, rather than ask how much you ate. This will be the first time people will offer you food, force feed you.

This will be the first time boys open the door for you when you are entering a room, even if its more than an expected feet away from the door. Boys will ask your number at parties, talk about how you're so desirable, they will walk you to your dorm and walk you to class. This will be the first time you have them wrapped around your finger.

Everyone will be nicer to you. Professors, classmates, waitstaff, retail workers, doctors. There is no pain at your UGW. There is only bliss.

Let's get what we deserve, but first we have to earn it.

[unclewaynemunson]

Coffee shop AU, Christmas edition

(AO3 link)

It was Christmas Eve and Robin hated her life. Not because she hated Christmas, no, she actually loved Christmas, but because she had to work during the most festive days of the year. Days, plural. Correct. She had to work through all of Christmas. She really shouldn't have taken that random weekend off with Steve, of course Keith would want to punish them for that; she just hadn't thought he'd be evil enough to make them work all of the fucking Christmas shifts instead. But here she was.

She had been in a terrible mood for the whole day, driving Steve absolutely crazy, but finally, the pointers on the big clock behind the bar started creeping their way towards 10 o'clock and she could start fantasizing about the leftover turkey that would be waiting for her at home.

Steve kept glancing at his watch every ten seconds, and Robin felt sorry for him. It was kind of her fault that he had to work today and miss out on the majority of his first Christmas with his boyfriend, and she hadn't exactly been in a festive mood today.

'You know what, why don't you get out of here already?' she suggested.

He looked up from the coffee machine that he was cleaning, a dishcloth draped over his shoulder and that ridiculous Santa hat they both had to wear as part of their uniform during all of December still on his head.

'We still have twelve minutes and eighteen seconds till closing,' Steve pointed out.

Robin snorted. 'I think I can handle those by myself. I'm serious, don't worry about it. Eddie probably needs you more than I do on this fine Christmas Eve.'

The mere mention of Eddie's name was enough to bring a completely lovestruck smile onto Steve's face.

Robin grabbed the dishcloth from his shoulder and pushed him away from the coffee machine, ready to take over.

That was enough for him to take off his apron and give Robin a hug and a kiss on her hair – she had ditched her own Santa hat hours ago, that thing was way too sweaty and uncomfortable to be wearing all day and Keith wasn't around anyway.

'You're my hero. Love you, Buck. Happy Christmas.'

Despite her bad mood, she couldn't help but smile at him. 'Happy Christmas, dingus.'

He rushed his way out of the door, into the darkness outside.

'Steve, wait!' she called out, just when he was about to close the door behind him. 'Your hat.'

'Oh, fuck, forgot about that.' He took off his hat and tossed it towards Robin – it landed right onto the counter surprisingly gracefully – before he combed his hands through his hair to make it all puffy and gravity-defying again. 'You just saved my life, you know that, right? Eddie would've never let me forget if I showed up at his place with that thing on my head.'

'Tell him merry Christmas from me.'

'Will do.' He saluted at her and closed the door behind him, leaving Robin alone with soft jazzy Christmas music playing through the speakers and eleven minutes left until she could finally lock the door.

She quietly hummed along to the music as she finished cleaning the coffee machine and got the last couple of cups out of the dishwasher.

Five minutes left...

Three more to go...

Just one minute...

 The doorbell chimed. Goddamnit.

'We're closed!' Robin yelled without looking up from the dishwasher.

'Sorry. Just a cup of tea, please,' a clear girl's voice said.

 'You know, I was just getting ready to get out of here, I've been here all day while literally everybody else in this town is getting ready for the most amazing time of the year and I haven't been able to stop thinking about the turkey that's waiting for me at home since noon, and honestly, it's kind of shitty to come in here and bother minimum wage retails workers in the literal last minute of their shift, getting them to work about ten unpaid minutes just because  you  decided at the most inconvenient time ever that you wanted a cup of tea real bad, and usually, I'd do it, and even smile while doing so because that's our store policy, but right now, it's Christmas Eve and I wanna go home because I have to be back here at 8am tomorrow morning,  on Christmas,  so no, no cup of tea for you today, miss. My apologies. Why would you even  want  to get a cup of tea on fucking Christmas Eve all by yourself, do you have nothing better to do?'

It wasn't until then that Robin was finally ready to close the dishwasher and looked up from her work to meet whoever was standing at the counter.

'Oh, shit,' she uttered when she saw the customer: the girl had very clearly just had some kind of nervous breakdown. Her curly hair was all messed up, as if she'd been desperately pulling it, and her big eyes were puffy and as red as the tip of her nose.

'I'm so sorry, I didn't mean to be rude to you,' she quickly said, quietly cursing herself for being such an idiot.

'No, I'm sorry,' said the customer before Robin could continue rambling apologies or start firing all kinds of impertinent questions at her. 'You're clearly having a shitty Christmas Eve, I don't wanna take up any of your time. It's just... I saw that the lights were still on in here, and I was kind of freezing outside, so I thought... Sorry. I'll leave you to it.'

'No, wait,' said Robin, when the girl was already turning around towards the door. 'Let me get you that tea. Don't worry about it. I'm gonna have to reheat that turkey anyway, so those ten minutes won't make that much of a difference, honestly.'

The girl shot her a hesitant look. 'Are you sure?'

'Yeah, of course. Come on, take a seat, your tea will be right up, it's on the house. What flavor do you want? I'm guessing you could use something calming, how 'bout chamomile?'

'Chamomile sounds good, thanks,' the girl said, taking a seat on one of the stools at the bar. Her voice sounded small and Robin couldn't help but wonder what her story was, but she knew she probably shouldn't pry, no matter how badly she wanted to.

'How long have you been outside for?' she asked, settling for what seemed like an acceptably non-prying question.

'What?'

'You said you were freezing outside. Have you been, like, walking around, or...?'  Are you homeless?  She didn't look homeless; the woolen coat she was currently disposing onto the stool next to her looked expensive, and underneath it, she was wearing a tight jumper in a dark shade of red, and even though her hair was disheveled, it seemed to be a perm exactly following the latest trend.

'Thanks,' said the girl when Robin handed her her tea, not answering the unfinished question that was still hanging in the air between them.

'Jeez, your hands!' Robin couldn't help but blurt out: her fingers were white as a corpse.

'Yeah.' The girl held her hands over the cup, warming them on the steam that was emerging from the hot water. 'I lost track of time out there.'

Robin shot her a worried look. 'Did you get hypothermia? I could check in the back if we have, like, a blanket or something to get you warmed up?'

'I'm fine, don't worry about it,' the girl said. 'It's nice and warm in here. And the tea helps.'

When looking past the redness around her eyes and the heartbreakingly sad look in them, the girl was actually very pretty, Robin noticed. Her eyes were a dark shade of blue and huge in her fine-featured face. She had a cute nose, even though it was red from the cold outside, and beautifully shaped lips.

'D'you wanna talk about it?' Robin asked.

''Bout what?'

''Bout why you were taking a hike all by yourself on this cold Christmas Eve, showing up here looking like you've been crying for hours...'

The girl wrapped her hands around her cup – her fingers had turned from that deadly pale shade to a burning red – and blew into the steam.

'I take it you're not having a great Christmas, huh?' Robin continued when she didn't get any response from the girl. She should probably stop prying.

The girl grimaced. 'Yeah, you can say that much. I um... We were having this family dinner, with my grandparents and all. I said something I shouldn't have. And even though my parents are generally supportive of me, my grandparents...' She paused to sigh. 'They're from another generation, you know? So they didn't really like what I said when they asked me when I'd finally bring a boyfriend home for Christmas, and my parents didn't exactly back me up like I hoped they would, so I just – I had to get out of there.' New tears were appearing in the girl's eyes, making Robin feel guilty that she even asked about it in the first place.

She drew in a shaky breath before she continued. 'I just want them to – to love me the way I am, you know?'

Robin nodded. Usually, she wasn't great at picking up on subtext and hidden meanings, but when it was about this kind of subject, she was a true master in reading between the lines.

Acting braver than she felt, she stretched out a hand and covered the girl's cold fingers with her own.

The girl looked up from her tea, big blue eyes piercing into Robin's, making her breath catch.

'I know,' Robin said, quietly. 'I know exactly what you mean.'

Suddenly, it felt like too much, too overwhelming; those huge doe eyes gazing up at her, the sensation of her skin against the palm of Robin's hand, the quiet around them, only disturbed by the background Christmas jazz...

Robin took a step back and cleared her throat, then took up a cloth to start wiping the counter, which had already been cleaned, but she needed something to keep her hands busy, to pretend like she had something to do in there other than staring at the beautiful girl in front of her.

'So what are you gonna do?' she asked, when the silence started weighing onto her too heavily.

The girl shrugged, didn't quite meet Robin's eyes. 'Finish my tea,' she said.

'And after that?'

She sighed. 'I don't know. I really don't wanna go back home yet. But they'll probably get worried at some point, and I can hardly stay outside in the cold for another hour, and I don't really feel like crashing any of my friends' family dinners with my gay drama.'

'You could come with me.'

There was a silence, a somewhat aloof look in the girl's eyes.

'I'm sorry,' Robin said immediately. 'We barely know each other, that was weird. It was a terrible idea, forget I said that. Just – you can finish your tea and I'll close off and –'

'No, it's um – it's really sweet that you offered that. I don't wanna impose, though. Your parents...' She didn't finish her sentence, made some kind of undefined gesture with her arms.

'Don't worry 'bout it, they won't mind. There's probably enough leftover turkey for the both of us, anyway. You can use the phone here to call your parents, say that you're staying at a friend's or whatever...'

The girl bit her lip. A cute blush was appearing on her cheeks. 'Would it be okay – would you mind calling them for me? I really don't know what to tell them and I don't wanna get into some huge fight over the phone, you know?'

'Yeah, of course, sure thing.'

The girl dictated the number for Robin to dial, and not long after, she was met with a woman's voice at the other end of the line.

'Hi, um, I’m a friend of –' She turned around to look at the girl sitting on the other side of the bar, realizing she had no idea what her name was.

'Nancy,' the girl whispered.

'Nancy! A friend of Nancy's. Robin. Um, I just wanted to let you know that she's okay and she's with me, so you don't have to worry about her. She won't be coming back for a little while longer, though. Is there anything I can pass on to her?'

Robin heard Nancy's mother sigh into her ear.

'Can you please tell her that we love her very much? And that we try to support her as best as we can, but that her grandparents – it's complicated. We love her, but we love them, too. Can you tell her that, please?'

Robin wanted to make some petty remark about unconditional love, but swallowed her words, thinking it wasn't her place, and instead said that she would deliver the message to Nancy, which she did after she hung up the phone.

'It sucks, doesn't it?' she added. 'They always say that it's complicated, but I don't know, maybe it's just me, but it really doesn't seem that complicated to me. Right?'

'Thanks –' Nancy's eyes flashed downwards for a second, to the button on Robin's apron. '-Robin,' she said with a shy smile around her lips. It was the first time Robin saw her smile, and it looked beautiful on her, revealing a whole maze of tiny soft lines and dimples around her mouth and nose.

Robin cleared her throat, realizing she was staring. 'Come on, time to head home,' she said.

When they got outside, both wrapped in their coats, they were met with an icy night: the wind was stinging in Robin's face and their breaths formed tiny clouds in front of their faces.

Robin glanced down at Nancy's bare hands. 'Don't you have any gloves?'

'I kinda left in a rush,' Nancy answered. 'Is it far to your house?'

'Couple blocks. Here, let me keep you warm.' She held out her hand, which was wrapped in a warm mitten.

The girl opened her mouth as if she wanted to protest, but Robin just took her hand before she could say anything.

'Does this help?'

Another smile lit up Nancy's features. 'Yeah, it helps,' she said, suddenly sounding shy – which made Robin feel shy, too, because now she was holding Nancy's hand and she hadn't really thought this through because she was also bringing her home with her and she didn't even know her but she knew she was into girls and what was she actually doing here, exactly?

But Nancy gently squeezed her hand and that simple touch was enough to pull Robin out of her spiraling thoughts and stop her from losing her mind; she looked down to their linked hands and couldn't help but grin. It felt safe, somehow, and if Nancy hadn't been so sad, it could even have been cozy. Suddenly, the December air around them didn't feel so cold anymore.

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'You wanna go home?' Robin asked after they had finished their turkey and chatted with her parents for a while. Her parents were in the kitchen to do some last dishes, leaving Nancy and Robin alone at the table.

'You don't have to,' she quickly added when she saw the look in Nancy's eyes. 'You can stay for as long as you need. Seriously, I don't know how to say this without sounding creepy, but you can totally stay the night – not meant in a creepy way.'

Nancy chuckled. 'Maybe I'd like that, if you truly don't mind. My grandparents are leaving tomorrow morning, and I don't really feel like having another confrontation with them...'

'Yeah, I get that,' Robin mumbled.

And that's how she ended up sharing her bed with Nancy. She couldn't stop herself from shooting a glance over her shoulder when Nancy was getting changed into some borrowed pajamas which were way too big on her. She looked amazingly pretty, her pale skin almost glowing in the dim light, and Robin quickly averted her gaze. She had promised Nancy it would be a non-creepy sleepover and she was planning on keeping that promise.

But when they were in bed together, she could hear Nancy's breathing and feel the warmth she was emitting, and she figured she wouldn't be getting a whole lot of sleep that night.

☃️

Her alarm woke Robin up before the sun had properly set. The first thing she noticed were the arms wrapped around her; apparently, Nancy had snuggled up to her back while they were sleeping, and now she was clinging onto her while softly breathing into her ear. Robin's breath caught and she lifted her head to look behind her.

She didn't know if Nancy had already been awake or not, but Robin's movement made her stir and disentangle her limbs from Robin's body. It left Robin feeling empty, like she lost something important, and she turned around completely so that she could face Nancy.

'Merry Christmas,' the girl said to her. It was barely more than a whisper.

She looked more content than last night, as far as Robin could see in the half-dark of the dawn: well-rested, less distressed, with a hint of a smile tugging at her lips.

'Merry Christmas,' Robin murmured back, her voice as hoarse as it was every morning.

She felt Nancy's arm slide around her waist again, and she moved a little bit closer in response, resting their foreheads together, just taking in the peace and quiet of the early Christmas morning. Almost subconsciously, her breathing aligned itself with Nancy's.

'Thank you for everything, Robin,' Nancy whispered into the few inches of space between them.

Her lips fluttered against Robin's, so softly that Robin wondered if it really happened or if she was still caught in a dream.

'Is this okay?' Nancy looked at her attentively, a questioning look in her big blue eyes.

It was real, Robin realized. Nancy was really kissing her. In her bed. While wearing her pajamas. On Christmas morning.

Her heart rate was speeding up, but she knew what she wanted and she wasn't afraid, not as long as Nancy was looking at her like that: she tangled her fingers into Nancy's messy curls and leaned in to kiss her properly.

She supposed it should probably be gross, sharing their first kiss while both of them had morning breath and smelled like sleep, but it wasn't, it really wasn't – it tasted like Nancy, and Nancy was perfect, so this was perfect, too. It was warm and sleepy, getting more heated as seconds passed, and Robin didn't think she would ever get enough of it, of that feeling of Nancy's soft lips against hers, their tastes on each other's tongues, their bodies pressed against each other under the warm covers. She could stay like this forever, and even though she would have to get back to work in less than an hour, she knew that she had still gotten the perfect Christmas.