#me a few hours later. just processing what that thing was: oh my god. why did i say that?!

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Can’t get Firefighter Miguel out of my head because of the Miggy discord.

content warning: nothing but fluff...for now 😗

word count: 1.3k, not proofread

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Imagine you’re trying to get into baking or something and you’re not used to your oven AT ALL.

Cherry pies? Ruined.

Apple fritters? Apple crisps.

Chocolate chip cookies? Charcoal chip cookies.

Brownies? More like burnt brownie brittle.

Your process would be going so well until it was time to actually put your dessert in the oven and it was like your oven plotted against you.

You set the right temperatures. You pre-heated. You even placed things in the right part of the oven. How is it that everything goes wrong?

The only desserts that saw the light of day were the no-bake ones. You’re not sure how much more no-bake cheesecake you could take anymore.

The day that really sets it off is the day that you attempted to make a simple vanilla birthday cake. Your friend’s birthday was coming soon and you wanted to gift her one of those cute bento cakes.

Your icing is finished and delicious. You’ve been practicing the decorations all week and they were pretty cute! The cake just a few more minutes left to bake, then you could take it out to chill.

As you’re piping a bag of baby pink icing, you look up to see that the room is a little foggy. You turn in a panic and notice puffs creeping from the oven.

“No, no, no!!!” you cry as you turn to open it.

You can’t do anything but cough as a ton of smoke hits you in the face.

Your cake on fire. Orange and yellow light illuminating the oven.

You panic as the fire seems to grow brighter once it hits the air.

“Oh my god. Oh my god. Oh my god!”

Where was your fire extinguisher? You tried fanning at fire with a towel, but to no avail. You couldn’t even get to the knobs to switch the oven off.

You step back, terrified. You felt like sobbing watching the flames take over. Why aren’t the sprinklers on?

By the time you run out of your house, the fire alarm decides it can sing its tune. You call 911 with a shaky voice, hoping they can get here faster than your alarm decided to make itself known.

You stand outside peeking through your eyes as you could see the flames grow near your kitchen window.

Thankfully the firetruck makes it in time, the firefighters working quick to get inside.

One of them asks is anyone else inside and you shake your head no, thankful that it was just you.

It doesn’t take long for them to put it out and come back outside.

“Are you ok?,” one of them comes to ask you. You look up to this tall, dark, and handsome man. He’s sweating a bit obviously from the summer heat and the fire as he takes his helmet off. His hair is curly and dripping. You ogle him a bit, watching his chest move up and down.

“Do we need to call you an ambulance?” he says, placing a heavy hand on your shoulder.

“Oh! No! So sorry, I’m still a little…winded from everything,” you say, embarrassed.

“Ok, well as long as you’re fine. Do you mind telling me what you were doing?” he asks.

You cast your eyes down. Here was such a fine man standing before you and you had on pajamas and a frilly maid apron with flour splattered on top.

“I was trying to make a birthday cake. As we can see, it completely failed,” you reply. “I don’t know what happened. I followed every instruction. The oven was set at 350 degrees.”

He tilted his head at you as you whined away.

“Is this the first time that something like this has happen?”

You shake your head no, “This is the 3rd burnt dessert in a week.”

“Hm. Well I’ll have the crew here check it out.”

An hour and some change later, one of the firefighters tells you and the tall glass of water, who learn is a captain named Miguel, that you have a damaged gas line.

“You’re really lucky that you were only getting blackened sugar. One more cake and that could have been the end,” Miguel says to you with hand on his hip and another on your shoulder. “And also, never open the oven if there’s a fire. If this happens again, turn the oven off and wait until it dies down.”

You felt your head nodding, heart beating at how awkward everything felt.

Miguel looked down at you again, “Do you have anywhere you can stay over night? Or until I can get someone up here to get this gas fixed?”

“My grandma lives a couple of streets down,” you say, cheeks heated at his intense eye contact.

“Tell you what, how about you settle there for the night and I’ll come back personally to help you grab your belongings tomorrow morning?”

“That would be amazing! Thank you so much. I’m sorry for all of this,” you gesture to your house.

“It happens. Nothing you did here was your fault. Besides, I’m the captain. Fighting fires is what I do. Now, how about a ride in the truck to your grandma’s?”

You feel giddy when he practically pulls you in the truck. No seats are left so you have to settle for sitting on Miguel’s lap, heartbeat racing.

The other firefighters try to hide their smirks and snickers watching their captain hold you so softly in his arms. One big bump in the road has you clinging to him to not fall off.

You straighten back up, embarrassed by the little slip. Miguel chuckles at your actions.

You pretend not to hear their wolf whistles as he guides you to your grandma’s front door.

Miguel knocks firmly, waiting with you until she opens it.

She’s about to fuss at you for not stopping by sooner until she looks up at Miguel.

“And who is this?” she says, a bit shocked.

“My name is Captain O’Hara. I just wanted to drop your grandbaby off. Had a little baking accident.”

Your grandma listens to Miguel as he explains the situation calmly and professionally. It doesn’t stop her from fussing over you, grabbing and turning you to check for any damage.

“I’m ok grandma. I just have to stay here while my gas gets fixed.”

She thanks Miguel profusely, “Son, what’s your favorite food? I’ll have it made and sent down there for you.”

Miguel laughs heartily. You’re about to tell him he doesn’t have to answer that until he beats you to it.

“Whatever your specialty is, I’ll take it,” he says with a sweet smile on his face and holding your grandma’s hands.

“Cap! We gotta another fire at the college dorms. Someone burnt noodles in the microwave again,” a firefighter yells from truck.

“Well if you all can excuse me, duty calls!” he says and runs back to the truck.

“I can’t believe you burnt a cake! Haven’t I taught you better? And you know you’re making him that food, right?” your grandma says as you step inside.

“Grandma,” you say, affronted. “It was the oven, not me! And he might not want to even eat what I make after this.”

“Hmph,” she says, with a click of her tongue. “Well, you better get ready to use this kitchen here. You need that man as a husband.”

“Grandma.”

“I have some ham hocks in the freezer, some turnip and mustard greens. I think the church sent me some potatoes. We need to go to the store too. You gotta get him through his stomach.”

“Grandma!”

There was a silence as you and your grandma stared at each other.

“So are you thinking pork chops or catfish to go with the side dishes?” she said, grabbing a pencil and an empty envelope.

You just groaned and crumpled in your chair.

divider by: @benkeibear ❤️‍🔥

the grandma convo is heavily inspired by my own grandma lol. tagging @miguelhugger2099 @kit-and-wolfe @huniedeux @ugh-ok-fiyn because I want y’all to see this 😗

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Classic Story...

all birth stories

My old Story: Anna's Birth Struggle Anna had recently graduated and was college bound. Being 18 was fun for Anna and she enjoyed the graduated life. Her boyfriend Tom was also looking forward to college as well, but the two would be separated as they had been accepted to different schools. On the final night before moving away for school, they spent the evening together. Alone. Three months had gone by since the two had been together. Things were going well for him, but no so well for Anna. She was sick most mornings, and just felt off. A couple more weeks went by before she finally called her mom. She told her about her morning sickness and other symptoms. Her mom asked if she had taken a pregnancy test. To that she answered “Are you nuts?” “I’m not pregnant.” A few more days passed, she finally gave in and took a test. The test said she was indeed pregnant. She didn’t believe it so she took another. Same result. She called her mom in disbelief. “Mom I’m Pregnant.” Anna said. “OH my goodness....” Her mother replied. “What about school?” She asked Anna. “I don’t know mom, I don’t know what to do.” Regardless her mom was actually very excited, but Anna was far from excited. She had waited years to go to college and now it was all at risk. She visited the doctor where they confirmed she was about three months along. Much to far to go back now. Anna Couldn’t believe it. A baby? She didn’t want to have a baby! She then had to let Tom know. She didn’t know how he would react. She was very nervous making that call. “Tom, Its me, Your going to be a dad.” Anna said. There was a brief silence on the line.... “Oh my god are you serious?!?” He said excitedly. “Are you mad.” Anna asked. “Of course I’m not mad, Im absolutely ecstatic.” “Why would I be mad Anna, Its my fault your pregnant!” He said. “Oh thank god your happy.” Anna said. “What about our schooling?” “Its ok Anna, we will make it happen no matter what, I’m here for you!” Tom said. Most days Anna had morning sickness and other issues. Pregnancy was not easy for her. Anna was a petite brunette. She was small overall. She has a small frame, tiny arms, and she was only 5 foot 2. She was still just a girl in reality, but she now was going to become a woman faster then she had ever imagined. She continued her studies as best she could. Eventually the ninth month had arrived. Annas belly was like a basketball protruding from her body. Anna knew she would birth at home as this was her wish. Her mom Mary had been preparing thier home for months. Everything Mary could afford to get she got in preparation for the birth. Finally summer break arrived and a very pregnant Anna returned to her home, and Tom did to. One morning Anna awoke early to pains in her belly. This wasnt unusual for her as the baby frequently moved around in her belly causing discomfort. These pains were different however. She felt around the top of her belly. She could feel a little baby foot squirming around within her. Anna was grossed out by the babies movements, she didnt like the idea that a baby was inside her. She was ready to be done, ready to give birth and be back to being a normal girl again. Anna prepared a breakfast and joined her boyfriend Tom on the front porch for a Saturday morning conversation. Tom asked how Anna was doing and knew that she was in some type of pain. “I think it may be happening.” Anna said “Ok honey, lets get things ready.” Tom replied. Tom prepared her bed with clean sheets and comfortable pillows. He also layed out towels in the bathoom and on the bed to catch fluids during the birthing process. A couple hours later Anna was in real pain, labor had begun and her belly squirmed wildly as the baby moved toward the birth canal. The contractions were sharper and shaper and it wasnt long before Anna was really hurting. She layed sprawled out on the couch, trying her hardest to bear

through each contraction. She was wearing a light shirt, bra, and panties. She fought the pain as best she could, but still yelped in pain with each contraction. Tom had read up on birth and was going to school to be a doctor. He figured this would be a good training opportunity.

“My poor baby girl.” Tom said, sitting beside her. Anna continued to struggle through the pain. Anna entered transition, this was the worst pain she had ever faced. “Oh my god, oh oh oh, help me, ahhhhhhh” Anna yelped. She continued her struggle. Till finally transition had ended. The baby was now low in her belly and engaged in her pelvis. “Ok its time to check your cervix to see if you can push.” Tom said Anna sat upon the bed and Tom inserted a finger to check Anna. “Good girl Anna, your right on the money, 10 centimeters!” “So now what do I do?” Anna asked. “Time to push that baby out hun!” Tom replied. “Im scared.” Anna said. “I know baby girl, but its so close to being done now.” Tom said. Anna endured another couple of contractions. She was ready to get over to the bed, but the next contraction brought a tiny gush of fluids. “Whats happening!?!” Anna shrieked. “Your water broke baby, The baby is coming now!” Tom replied. Anna and Tom went to the bed, Anna waddled as it was so strange to her having so much pressure between her legs. They arrived at the bedside. Anna took off her shirt, bra, and panties, then climbed into bed. “Wow look at my beautiful baby girl” Tom said. “You are so beautiful.” “Ok how do I do this.” Anna asked. Tom put several pillows behind his pregnant girlfriends head, he put an absorbent pad under her butt as well. “Lift your butt baby.” Tom said as she slid the pad underneath. “Ok now we wait for a contraction and you push.” Tom said. “I will teach you how to push.” Tom stated. Tom put a finger in her opening. “Feel my finger?” Tom asked. “Yes.” Anna replied. “Ok when a contraction comes, your push like your having a bowel movement right at this spot.” He said “Ok” Anna replied. It was time to put her newly acquired knowledge to the test. A contraction came. “Ok baby, pull your legs up toward your chest and push like your pooping.” Tom instructed. Anna pulled back her little legs and pushed. “Grrrrr.” she grunted out. She then stopped. “Good girl Anna.” Tom said. “Hold those pushes good and long.” Tom stated. Anna pushed again. “mmmmmm grrrrrr ahhhhhh.” She grunted hard. The contraction ended. “Good girl baby!” Tom said. “Now relax.” “How many pushes will I have to do?” Anna asked. “Could be a few minutes, could be a few hours babe.” Tom said. “A FEW HOURS!” Anna yelled. “Yes baby, pushing a baby out is a long process. Your young and small, The baby has to stretch you out to get free.” Tom said. “You will be ok. Just breath and relax.” Another contraction came.

“Ok baby girl, here goes.” Tom said. Anna pulled back her legs and grunted. She pushed good and hard this time, curling her little toes in protest of the pain. “Good push girl! And again!” Tom said. Anna pushed again and again till the contraction was over. “Ok babe, lets see what we can see.” Tom said. Tom used both hands to open her opening. He poked around a bit. ‘“Ok girl, heres a contraction, push hard.” He said Anna pushed with all her strength. “Ohhhh!!! We have something here!” Tom said. “I see something!” Tom said again. “We have a little baby head!” “I wanna see the baby!” Anna said. Tom grabbed a large mirror and placed in in front of her, she then pulled back her opening once more. “Ok push hard and watch the mirror” Tom said. Anna pushed, in the tiny little back of her opening a tiny spot of hair was visible. As the push stopped the spot went away. “Where did my baby go?” Anna asked. “Back in your tummy.” Tom said. “Why in my tummy, I want her out!” Anna stated. “Birth is a two steps forward, one step back process baby. The baby will come out a bit, then go back in a bit, remember she is stretching you out so she can get free.” Tom said. “ I want her out!” Anna said. “Honey, she will come out, you have to push her out. “ Tom said. Anna dropped her legs as the contraction ended. Tom grabbed more pillows as it was a struggle for Anna to push and hold her legs open. He put pillows under Annas legs to support them. Then another contraction came. Anna moaned as she pushed, she struggled and quivered. Her perineum however was starting to bulge a bit with each push. “I’m uncomfortable.” Anna said. “Change positions honey, you have the whole bed.” Tom said. “Try side laying, I’ll support your upper leg when you push.” Anna slowly moved from laying on her back to laying on her side. Her cute little Belly touching the mattress. Another contraction came. Tom supported her upper leg as she began to push again. Anna dug deep and bored down with all her strength, the perineum slowly bulged outward. As the push ended the perineum bulge disappeared. The contraction continued so Anna pushed again. Once again the bulge appeared, and then slowly disappeared as the push ended. “Good girl Anna, your making her move in there!” Tom said. “With every push your helping the baby escape from your womb.” Tom laid down first and let Anna lie down on his lap. He did this to comfort Anna and help her push the baby out. The mirror was positioned so that Anna and Tom could see the progress. Little did Anna know this was just the beginning of the battle. Another round of contractions Hit Anna. Assisted by her boyfriend she began pushing again. Anna drew back her legs and let out a push. She curled her toes as she pushed, her Tummy shook and quivered as she pushed hard to free the baby. Her perineum bulged as she continued to push the baby. The next push brought the bulge out further. It was becoming evident that the baby's head was close to the opening. A few moments later another push came over Anna. She strained and struggled, but her efforts were awarded. She pushed again, the perineum bulged farther this time. Anna continued to struggle, however she was about to be rewarded. As in her vulva, a tiny tuft of hair protruded. “Good Girl baby!” We can see that little Head! Tom said.

As the push came to an end the tuft of hair receded from view. The contraction ended. Anna relaxed in between the waves. Less than a minute later the next contraction started. Tom assisted Anna in drawing her legs back. Anna pushed with all of her strength. The tiny tuft of hair appeared in the opening once more.

“Reach down and touch the baby.” Tom said Anna reached down with her hand, and for the first time touched her baby's head. “Ewww its slippery and gross!” Anna said. Tom just laughed. The next contraction started. Anna Drew back her legs once more and pushed. The baby's head became slightly more visible this time. However as the push ended the baby's head drew back inside of Anna’s tummy. She was so close, but yet so far. When pushing she could see her baby, but the battle was far from over. “Ok baby girl, the next stage is the tricky one. The babies head will fight your perineum to get out. When you push the head will come out, but when you stop it will roll back. The perineum skin will hold the baby inside of you. You must overcome this skin to get the baby out.” Tom instructed. It was time for Anna to dig deep. Her baby's head was stuck in between her legs, and only she could free it. It did not matter how much assistance her boyfriend gave her, it was totally up to her to give birth to the babies head. Anna knew that Tom could not pull the baby from within her. It had to be done on her own. The next contraction came. Anna's Little body strained as she began to push. Below her belly the tiny baby Head was starting to emerge. It seemed so much more fluid in her. The head was more responsive to her pushing now. Even a tiny push had a reaction on the baby. Tom layed behind her and watched the action unfold in the mirror. He was so proud of what his girl was doing, and slightly aroused. Anna pushed again which revealed the baby's head once more, however as she stopped the head receded back in. The battle between baby and skin had begun. Every push moved the head into the opening, but at the end of every push the baby went back inside of Annas tummy. The battle continued. Anna pushed down hard, the baby responded this time, and the head protruded quite far. However with the end of the push the baby went back into her tummy. Anna made tiny moaning sounds as she pushed hard to free her baby. She needed a position change to see if she could push the head free in a different position. Lying on her back was obviously getting her nowhere as the baby continued to go in and out. She once again switched to side lying. Tom supported her upper leg as she pushed. The baby's head came into view then slowly rolled back in as Anna stopped pushing. The little baby head was not coming anytime soon. It's almost as though the baby preferred Annas tiny little Tummy. Anna continued to struggle, but the babies head remained firm in her. It had now been two hours since Anna began pushing. She had made good progress, but the babies head was still within her. The baby had made an appearance several times, but refused to stay in the opening. Anna's Young perineum skin just was not allowing the baby to come forth. Anna was becoming desperate. She wanted the baby out of her badly but no matter how hard she struggled the head would not come free. Still on her side she began to wiggle her tiny hips back-and-forth. “Good girl Anna. Move those hips, it may help her out.” Tom said. “Follow your instincts.” Anna resumed another push. As she wiggled her hips back and forth the baby's head started to make more headway. The tiny tuft of hair head become the top of the babies skull. A tiny teardrop shape was starting to happen. Anna's perineum skin was finally starting to stretch. “Good job baby girl, wiggle that tummy and get that baby out!”Tom said. “Uhh, uhgrrrm, ooh god, mmmmm.” Anna moaned as she pushed. Anna was getting tired And frustrated. It was time for an all out massive push. “Im going for it.” Anna said. “Hold me open.” Anna waited for the next contraction to set in, Tom held her opening below to allow more space for the babies head. Anna breathed in any gathered all of her strength. She dug her feet into the mattress, strained as hard as she possibly could and let out the biggest push she had

ever done. She wiggled from side to side as she pushed. The baby's had came far into the opening. The furthest it had been yet. Even a small portion of the babies forehead was visible. However at the end of her massive push, the babies went back inside the tummy. “Wow honey, I was for sure that would have her out!” Tom said.

“I dont think I can get her out.” Anna stated. “You can honey, I will coach you.” Tom said. Tom began the coaching. He came around from behind her to assist the perineum in opening. “Ok baby, hard push.” Mary said “1 2 3 4 5... “good let go.” Tom continued coaching her for another 15 minutes. The baby's head continued into yo-yo action. Slowly coming visible with the push, and receding back in with the end. Finally after a few more pushes the head was starting to come forth far into crowning. Even though the baby's head was starting to crown, at the end of the push the head was still receding into Anna's tummy. Tom continued to coach his girlfriend, but the head refused to come free. The perineum skin was still fighting to keep the baby inside. No matter how hard Anna pushed the baby continued to recede in at the end. Tom assisted her by pulling back the skin as she pushed. Anna was taking a real working over and Tom knew that she would soon tire to the point of exhaustion. “I cant get her out.” Anna said. “Ive been in the same spot now for 45 minutes and the head is still stuck.” “I know baby girl, you have worked so hard, your perineum is just so tight.” Tom said. The babies head remained in the vulva. Visible, but not able to get free of the perineum. “Help me, I cant get her out.” Anna wailed. Anna began to doubt, she had worked so hard, but with no avail. Tom had doubts as well, seeing his poor girl struggle was starting to make him wonder as well. They took a break for a few minutes and regained composure. “Help, help me.” Anna said. “There is nothing I can do to free the baby honey, you just have to keep going.” Tom said. Anna let out a tiny grunty push. The head moved, but barely. She pushed again. Once again the baby responded, but it was little effort against the tight perineum. The baby receded back into Annas tummy. Once again becoming clenched by the Tight perineum. It was time to take a break and give up for a while, it was becoming apparent that Anna was not going to be able to free the baby. She was simply too tired, and her skin too tight. Anna drew her legs together and the baby disappeared from the Vulva back into her tummy. Anna stood up. It was time to take a break and walk. The walking motion and the movement of her hips might help the baby get into a better position to get free. The baby now back firmly in the tummy made Anna upset. She had carried this baby for the last nine months, and now it was so close to coming out, but yet she was unable to get it out. She could feel the baby moving within her, she could feel it kick and struggle to get free of her tight skin. She began to wonder if the baby would actually fit out of her. Anna endured more contractions as she paced around the bedroom. She could feel the babies head just inside her rubbing the perineum as she walked. It was a strange feeling. After 30 minutes of walking around, it was time for the inevitable. Anna needed to starting pushing again. Anna returned to the bed with Tom at her side. She drew back her legs and began pushing once more. She breathed in and bored down, her skin bulged below. She pushed again, the skin bulged farther and the vulva opened. She pushed again, the head came back to view then slowly receded with the end of the push. The next contraction came. Anna pushed hard and the head came to view, as the push slowed the head went back. Anna was grunting will all her might to free the little baby, but it was stuck. The tiny head held tightly in place. She took a breath. The head slipped slowly back in. “Good girl Anna, it will happen, just stay with it.” Tom said. However after several hours of pushing Tom was starting to get worried she would not be able to get the baby out on her own. Secretly he was turned on by this. Anna kept at it though, pushing hard to get the head moving, then watching it go back inside. She knew she really had no other choice but to get the baby out. The morning turned in to afternoon as Anna continued

to push the baby out. The head had now been going in and out for two long hours. Anna had now been pushing for five total hours. Anna’s body was covered in sweat, and she was becoming very exhausted. “Tom, the baby isn’t coming out.” Anna said. “I’ve been at this for hours.”

“I know babe, but the head is right there in your opening, It will come.” Tom replied. “Yes I know Tom, but her head has been there for two hours!” Anna said. “Are you enjoying seeing me like this?” “No babe of course not, I mean you are quite cute when you push, but I want the baby to come out to.” Tom said. Anna returned to pushing, she grunted hard and long. The babies head was right there at the opening, but just refused to come out any farther. Anna tried and tried again to get the baby out but with no prevail. “Ok Tom, I’m throwing in the towel.” Anna said. “Your baby isn’t coming out.” Anna felt trapped by this. She had a baby stuck in her, she couldn’t get it out, she began to feel anxious. Her anxiety made her tense up. This made the baby retract back inside her. As the baby retracted her tummy got bigger. “Looks like your still pregnant.” Tom said. “Yes, but I’ve been trying to get un-pregnant now for hours!” Anna said. “Why did you have to put such a big baby in me Tom? Anna asked. “I’m not sure its a size issue, I think there is another complication.” Tom replied. Anna went to say something again but was stopped by a contraction. She pushed hard and the head moved out to its farthest yet. The head stayed in the opening for a few seconds before slowly retracting back inside. “See babe, your getting it, that was the farthest its been out yet.” Tom said. “Well ok, I’ll keep trying.” Anna said. Anna pushed again with the next contraction, the head came slowly into view. The babies hair was dry now, it had been in the same spot for so long. Feeling the head going in and out was starting to become natural to Anna. It was actually starting to become slightly pleasureable. She pushed again feeling the head push against her opening. She was becoming aroused. Tom noticed this. “Starting to like it babe?” Tom asked. “Well.... I mean I want it out, but the feeling.....” Anna said. Anna continued to work the baby in and out of her. The head would slowly decend and push her opening, then retract back within her. Anna continued this until she could handle the pleasure no more. Her body shook and quivered with pure sensation. As the sensation overtook her she pushed, her opening contracted in and out. The babies head did the same, however it wasn’t popping out as she thought. The tension of the contractions held the baby tight within her. “Ok Tom thats it, your baby is stuck in me and I want it out now.” Anna said. “Get this baby out of me or else.” “Ok ok, lets see whats going on in there.” Tom replied. Tom reached in Annas opening, he felt around the babies stuck head with his finger. He got around to the bottom of the head and found the problem. “Ok so first of all we have a hand here, and second of all the baby is face up.” Tom said. “Theses two conditions make birth just about impossible.” Tom then withdrew his finger. “I suppose I could pull the hand free making birth much easier.” Tom said as he took a step backwards. “Ok so do it then.” Anna said. “Nah your ok babe, Just keep pushing.” Tom said as he stepped farther away. “Are you nuts Tom!” Anna said. “Your just so cute when you push.” Tom said. “Tom I command you to pull that hand out.” Anna said straining to push. “You’ll get it babe.” Tom said.

“TOM!!” Anna yelled. Tom slowly sat back down at her side. Anna desperately reached down and tried to feel for the babies hand. She could get her fingers just inside, but her belly was to big to be able to reach far enough inside. She gave up and moaned in protest. “Good girl Anna, just keep pushing.” Tom said. “Oh I’m going to get you for this!” Anna said. Anna went to move toward Tom but was hit with another painful contraction. She pulled her legs back and pushed as hard as she could. “Mmmmm Ahhhhhh, COME OUT BABY!” She yelled. She pushed hard again. “OHH MMMM AHHH, COME OUT!” She was gaining traction on the baby, moving its head ever farther out of her opening. However the babies little hand was preventing escape. She pushed hard again, her belly covered in sweat. She could feel the baby kicking and squirming inside to try and get out. Anna put her legs up on the headboard of the bed and continued to push with all her might. She pushed on her belly with her hands to help the baby. But it wasn’t moving. The baby was stuck just prior to full crown. The forehead was visible, but the face had yet to come. “TOM!” Anna said. “Good effort babe, But your still pregnant.” Tom said. “Make you a deal.” Tom said. “Ok what.” Anna said. “If I can impregnate you again in the future, I’ll pull that hand free.” Tom said. “NO, I don’t want another one of your babies inside me!” Anna said. “Ok keep pushing then.” Tom said. “Quick tip, wiggle your hips.” Anna stood up and got on all fours. Then went into a squat. She pushed and wiggled her hips as much as she could. The babies head began to come forward. She pushed harder and harder, the head began to finally stay down. With the next push the face came forth. It retracted a bit with the end of the push. The next push was a struggle but the baby was moving. “AHHHH MMMM.” Anna grunted as she pushed. The head was coming slowly out. The babies ears started to show. The end of the push had the ears disappear back in, to Toms pleasure. “Good Girl Anna, just keep pushing.” Tom said. The baby was coming but it was also continuing to recede back at the end of the pushes. The next push was finally the one that Anna had been waiting for, with a epic push and struggle, the head finally emerged. It was a relief to Anna to finally have the head out. She wiggled and pushed again, the first shoulder popped free. With the next push the other shoulder and body slipped free. Anna was elated to finally have the baby out. She got to know the new baby, and allowed Tom to bond as well. “So, when can we have another Anna.” Tom said. “Don’t get any silly ideas.” Anna said.

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It was about six hours later when finally you stirred back to life, your pillow somehow on the floor and the sheets a tangled mess. You were about to roll over to drift back into dreamland, but a voice startled you awake.

“Oh! You finally woke up.”

You had never sat up so fast in your life. There was a girl sitting on your chair, staring at you while messing up your rubix cube. In fact, you were pretty sure that this was the same girl that you swore was a hallucination just hours ago.

“Who the fuck are you?” You snapped. “What the fuck are you doing in my room?”

“I’m Danielle,” she smiled, unbothered by your aggression. You tried to ignore the weird twist in your stomach, convincing yourself that it was because you were hungry. “Nice to meet you.”

“Okay, Danielle,” you narrowed your eyes. “How the fuck did you get in my room?”

“What do you mean?” She tilted her head. “You summoned me.”

I did what now?

“You know,” she gestured vaguely. “The 11:11 wish thing?”

It took you a few seconds to process what she said before you laughed in disbelief, looking around and expecting Minji to jump out and scream ‘You just got pranked!’

Your laughter quickly died down when you realized that Danielle was being dead serious.

“Oh,” you said. “You’re serious.”

“Of course I am,” she frowned. “Why wouldn’t I be?”

You would’ve found her obliviousness cute if she wasn’t a random intruder who somehow magically appeared in your room.

“So what?” You blurted. “You’re a platonic cupid or something?”

“Cupid?” Danielle giggled. “That’s a new one.”

“Huh?”

“I’ve heard that humans call us angels, or genies, but we’re just messengers of God,” she clarifed. “We don’t have wings or halos, and there’s no need to rub a lamp. Just here to fulfill wishes.”

“Wait,” you raised your hand. “Pause. Did you just say God? God exists?”

“Yes,” she nodded nonchalantly, seemingly unaware of the fact that she just casually dropped a massive bombshell and answered history’s biggest question. “He’s in charge of sorting through all 11:11 wishes.”

You could feel a headache start to form. “So you’re telling me that God is real. But not, like, a holy one. And so are angels. Or messengers. And that 11:11 wishes are also real.”

“Yes?”

“And now you’re here to make me ‘happy’?”

“Ding ding ding! Three in a row!” Danielle grinned, nodding again. “Yes, I have been assigned two weeks to satisfy your wish.”

“Oh,” you slumped, tapping your fingers as your mind ran wild with all sorts of questions. “Can I ask you some questions first?”

“Isn’t that what you’ve already been doing?” She pointed out innocently.

“I’m sorry,” you said sarcastically, rolling your eyes. “You literally appeared out of nowhere. You can’t expect me to not have questions.”

She watched you get out of bed. “Where are you going?”

“I’m gonna brush my teeth and process what just happened. Be ready for an interrogation when I’m done.”

“Okay,” you huffed, sitting across Danielle on your bed. More awake now, you took this time to study her, realizing how angel-like she truly was. Her posture was perfect, back straightened and hands always resting gently in her lap. She had this indescribable aura to her — her smile was warm and sincere, yet her eyes were clouded by this hint of intensity, as if she could see right through you.

“This is exciting,” she clasped her hands together. “I love interrogations!”

You cleared your throat.

“Do all 11:11 wishes come true?”

“No. God chooses which ones go through and which ones don’t.”

“Do you choose which human you take?”

“We have a system in place that automatically assigns us our human, based on compatibility and how likely we’re able to fulfill the wish.”

“Woah,” you gaped. “Is it calculated by a God computer or something?”

“Something like that, yes.”

“So, you know all about me, then?”

“Not really. We’re given a brief profile of our assigned human. It’s nothing detailed — just your name, age, where you’re from, all the likes.”

“Huh.”

You hesitated before the next question.

“Does God birth you out?”

She stared at you with an amused smile. “Really?”

“What?” You said defensively. “It’s a valid question.”

“No. He just speaks us into existence.”

“How long have you existed for?”

“18 years. It’s my first year on the job. This is my first wish, actually.”

You raised your eyebrows. “So it’s kinda like the real world. Being considered independent at 18 and all that.”

“I suppose so,” she said with a shrug. “We get taught about the world and about the code of conduct for our whole childhood, until we stand before God himself. He judges if we’re ready or not, and then, boom, we’re out here making wishes come true.”

“Wow,” you exhaled sharply, letting all the new information sink in. “Okay. That’s all the questions I have. For now, at least.”

“Awesome!” Danielle clapped, and a pen suddenly materialized out of thin air.

“What the fuck?”

She winked at you, as if it was a sufficient answer to your question, and then pulled a notebook out of her pocket like a magician with a rabbit and a hat.

Well, at least I know she’s not lying about this whole ‘messenger of God’ schtick.

“To fulfill your wish, I have prepared a plan,” she explained. “You’re going to tell me all the things that make you happy, and we’ll create a bucket list of sorts. We only have two weeks, so we’ll have to make the most of every day.”

“Aren’t you meant to know what makes me happy?” You muttered, a touch of bitterness laced in your tone. “I don’t know what makes me happy — that’s the whole reason I made the wish.”

Danielle hummed, unfazed by your sudden change in mood. “Okay, I’ll just come up with the things to do. We’ll start tomorrow.”

She clapped again, and the notebook and pen disappeared. “Just do me a favor,” she smiled. “Make my job easier and wake up at seven everyday. In the morning, of course.”

“Seven am?” You blanched, your whole body having a visceral reaction. “Are you sure you weren’t sent here to make my life worse? I woke up at seven today and I literally felt like I just crawled back from hell.”

The corner of her mouth tugged upwards. “Just trust me, it’ll be worth it. Do you want your wish fulfilled or not?”

You sighed defeatedly. “You got it.”

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[budsofrose]

Okay uhh im having brainrot so bare with me

Modern au!Sanemi leaving the office, having finished up grading paperwork and having to rush home since he promised Genya he’d help with math.

He walks home so he could save up on money, and as he walks down the and passes by the halls he notices you in the school courtyard, sketchbook and pen in hand, doodling while simultaneously trying to focus on schoolwork.

He decides to walk up to you and ask what you’re doing out here since school hours have ended, but before he does he sees your pen drop and roll over near his foot. Abashed seeing him come into view as you try to pick up the pen, as he crouches down and gets up to give it to you. The pen looked like itd seen better days. Beat up with scratches, teeth marks, and the paint chipping off.

“Here.” He gestures, and you gratefully take it. Fingers brushing up against one another contrasting from his rough overworked fingers to your soft and delicate ones, eliciting a shiver from him.

“Im so sorry sensei, I hadn’t seen you were there.” You bow apologetically, your shirt showing cleavage and seeing it mushed up together in the process, being painfully flashed by sanemi.

He tisks with pink dusting his cheeks, he states “Well obviously. Why are you still here? Class hours ended a while ago, and the school’s closin up.”

You stammer, “Ah, well I usually stay a bit and study with friends, but they left a while earlier.” Looking down at your notebook and closing it off, as you start to pack your things.

“I’ll walk you home, its not safe for a student to be out for so long.” He offers. You try to protest but he’s already walking away, expecting you to follow him as you hastily pack your things.

As his figure slowly shrinks the farther he goes, you decided to just shove your items in your bag rather than put it in order. You can organize it later on right? Holding your bulky pencilcase in hand as you jog your way to catch up.

He glances at you for brief moment looking down at your shirt before slowing his pace so you could catch up to him.

“Thank you for offering to walk me home sensei, I really lost track of time today.” ‘Lost track of time daydreaming about you’ you internally thought.

He grunts out a ‘no problem’ before you two continue on your walk. Tension is seeping through the both of you, but its not long before the silence is broken again, but this time its surprisingly by Sanemi asking you a question.

“Whats up with your pen? Why’s it all fuck’- why’s it all beat up like that? Dont ya got other pens or something?” You chuckle at his little slip up, him having to withdraw from cursing since it wasn’t really professional, inside or outside of school campus, especially around a student.

“Oh? My pen? Well its my favorite pen ive had as a goodluck charm. I always try and stock up on refills since I like to write and draw a lot.” You say, gesturing to your pencilcase in hand.

“Im still finding a replica of it, since its really worn down now, it holds a special place in my heart. Not as special as my other pens though.” You fiddle with your pencil case, opening it up to showcase your pen.

“Didn’t know it meant that much to you.” He says before coming to an abrupt stop causing you to also stop just a few steps ahead of him.

“Why dont you tell me all about your pens, hm?” He says as he comes closer to you.

You didn’t know how long its been, but it felt like hours. God knows where you are, having to painstakingly explain to Sanemi about each an ever one of the pens you own as he slowly slides it inside you when finished doing so. Sobbing, as overstimulation hits you as he trys to bully one more pen inside your cunt from your bulky pencil case' as he rubs circles on your clit to sooth you.

You don’t know how you allowed yourselt to get roped into this, but you’re not complaining. as Sanemi strokes the insides of your thigh coaxing you to open up more.

“Good girl, such a good girl. how about just one more pen, just one more, alright? Maybe then ill take them out and give you something a bit bigger. Hows that sound?"

Genya never really got that help in the end.

I am by NO means a writer, like kudos to anyone (ao3 rizz) that writes at all, I just though abt this and said why not 🤷‍♂️

[vvventanni]

Headcanons that Eddie just mercilessly, relentlessly, constantly flirts with Steve because he has the biggest crush and the more he tries to tell himself to stop flirting the more he can’t stop.

He can’t help but go crazy over the flustered confused look on Steve’s face every time he calls him a pet name. He knows Steve is straight and he really needs to stop but he’s been doing this for so long now it might be even weirder if he changed his behavior now so it’s stuck.

Cue Steve having a proper bisexual crisis. He doesn’t understand why Eddie being cocky and flirting with him gets him so hot and bothered. He figures that’s just how Eddie is, he’s this charismatic and quirky with everyone. He’s touchy with everyone. (Which is somewhat true but even the hellfire kids are starting to notice that Eddie picks on Steve more than anyone else.)

Steve finally confides in Robin after months of panicked blushing and feeling too hot whenever Eddie is around. He knows he likes girls. He’s a major flirt with every girl his age in Hawkins. So why does Eddie acting like how Steve flirts with girls get him so ruffled??? Why do Eddie’s words make him feel the same way a girl makes him feel if he for sure likes GIRLS. Robin stares at him dumbfounded and cautiously, carefully, she pries “Steve…you do know…people can like both. You know that right?”

“Both?” Steve whispers. His eyes widening and he goes silent for a full 5 minutes. Robin thinks he’s had a damn stroke. Until Steve’s face goes bright red, his ears flushing pink. “You can like both?” He exhales like the weight of the world has been lifted off his shoulders. Robin shoves Steve so hard he falls over.

“Holy SHIT Steve. You’re bisexual! You dingus!”

“So…when I feel all weird when Eddie gets too close to me…that’s…okay? I can want to kiss a girl but also want to… to….” He buries his face in his hands, blushing even harder.

“Oh my god YES STUPID YOU WANT TO KISS MUNSON.”

After a few weeks of processing this information he realizes it’s time to flirt back with Eddie. He doesn’t know if flirting is different when it’s for a guy but he figures okay. Flirting is something he can do. Steve Harrington is the king of flirting. An expert at laying it on thick, smooth, cocky.

So when he finally grits his teeth and goes for it, saying some overly cocky line with one eyebrow arched at Eddie, looking him up and down. The tables have turned.

Eddie who’s always been the cocky one because he thinks it’s just a game, that straight as can be Steve Harrington just thinks he’s fucking with him. He realizes that Steve is flirting BACK and his brain short circuits. All confidence out the window. His voice is high pitched, squeaky, his cheeks pink and he can’t stop stuttering.

And oh damn If that isn’t the cutest thing Steve has ever seen. No wonder Munson had kept making him flustered on purpose.

((Later Eddie runs to Robin, talking a million miles an hour and clutching his chest. Asking Robin what the FUCK was going on with Harrington today because his lovesick heart can’t take it))

[fuckmelifesucks]

Cheap Alcohol and Ruined Sleep

Pairings: Elriel/Feysand/Nessian

Summary: Cass and Rhys make regretful 'college student' choices. Az is homicidal. The sisters' night is ruined with them having to help play babysitter. Nesta is annoying. Feyre is tired. Elain is trying to help Az keep his sanity.

Warning: Modern college AU.

Words: 2.4k

Characters: ACOTAR; Sarah J Mass.

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“Huh?”

Elain sat up in her bed with a frown, resting the book she’d been reading on her nightstand. The furrow of her brows deepened when she saw what time her clock displayed. Another knock was heard from across the small apartment she shared with her sisters, both peacefully asleep in their own rooms.

Pushing away the glaring screen of her laptop displaying the assignment she’d been working on for the past few hours, she climbed out of her bed and padded out of her room and towards the entry door, wondering who it might be this late at night.

She curled her fingers around the knob and pulled open the door only to be greeted with a sight that surprised her but also didn’t at the same time. “Azriel?”

Hazel eyes like sunsets and autumn leaves and spring trees shot up to meet hers, a weariness to them that made her eyebrows rise as she asked, “What’s wrong?”

With all the seriousness of the world, Azriel questioned, “Would you, by any chance, have some chloroform lying around?” As if that were the most normal thing to ask, and not at all concerning.

“Umm…” Elain blinked up at him, taking in his disheveled raven hair falling onto his forehead and his wrinkled white tee and black sweats and the slight redness to his eyes along with the circles underneath. “Az, why would you need chloroform at two in the morning?”

So monotonous in his reply, it genuinely surprised Elain as he spoke, “I plan on using it on Cassian and Rhysand and then I’m going to drag them out and load them into my truck to go dump them in a shallow ditch somewhere faraway so that I can finally be rid of them and get at least one good night’s sleep.”

“Huh.” Elain stared up at him in the dim light of the silent hallway with her lips parted. Her eyes flicked to the door behind Azriel almost as if she could see the other two men inside. “And what are they up to this time around to get you so worked up?”

Before Azriel could even open his mouth to answer, a disturbingly loud bang of someone’s body slamming into a wall sounded, followed by muffled cries of curses, startling Elain.

A moment later, the door to the apartment opposite Elain’s, that Azriel shared with his brothers, swung open and out came two very drunk and very clumsy men who just so happened to be said brothers and Elain’s question was answered without Azriel having to say a word. Azriel groaned out a series of colorful choice words while burying his face into his hands.

“Lainy!” Cassian gasped as he rushed towards her, face flushed and eyes droopy, and squeezed her in a hug that lifted her off her feet and almost made her lose the ability breathe.

“Oh God, Cass, put me down, please,” she wheezed out, repeatedly tapping against Cassian’s shoulder.

“Put her down, you idiot. You’re suffocating her, for fuck’s sake.” Azriel rubbed at his temples, already over having to babysit two grown adults who were acting like children.

Elain took in a deep breath the instant Cassian let go off her. With a hand to her chest and wide eyes, Elain could only watch as Cass barged right into the girls’ apartment, slamming the door against the wall in the process with a very loud ‘Nes!’ on his way. Nesta was so going to kill him when she woke up. And she most definitely had woken up by now. Elain just knew it. Feyre had most likely too.

“Hiya, ‘Lain,” Rhysand slurred with a drunken smile and ruffled her hair clumsily before joining Cass, murmuring if his ‘Feyre darling, love of my life’ was awake.

She slowly turned to the third person who was currently busy glaring daggers at his brothers while massaging temples a little too hard. Az turned his attention back at her with an apologetic look. “Sorry for ruining your night as well.”

“No need to apologize, even though I would’ve much preferred a quiet night,” Elain murmured out the last part under her breath as she rubbed her palms against the sides of her pajama-covered thighs. “Just…why are they drunk on a weeknight anyway?”

“Cass came home with some cheap alcohol to celebrate the fact that he passed in a test he was sure he’d fail. Managed to rope Rhys in as well, somehow.”

“Dear God…Nesta is going to be so pissed,” Elain groaned.

“I know,” Azriel sighed.

As if she’d been summoned by her name, the door to the room next to Elain’s flung open to reveal a murderous Nesta, blue-grey eyes shimmering with rage as she took in the scene—Cassian conveying something absolutely incoherent to Rhysand while the two sat on or more like threw their weights onto the living room couch that looked way too small beneath the two large men.

“What the fuck is going on here?” Nesta snapped.

The door beside Nesta’s opened as well, though a lot slower this time around, and Feyre stepped out with her hair in disarray, rubbing her eyes. “What’s going on?”

“Nes!” Cassian all but cried out as he jumped up from the couch and Elain winced at the way Nesta’s eyes narrowed on him.

“You. What the fuck are you doing here at this time?” Nesta demanded, steel voice sharp like knives.

“I missed you, Nes!” Cass was going to get himself killed.

“Rhys, why are you here at two in the morning?” Feyre, though clearly annoyed at being woken up so rudely, was comparatively calmer than their older sister.

Rhys, suddenly standing in front of Feyre now with his hands cupping her face, only grinned at her lopsidedly. “I—I’m so drunk, Feyre darling.”

“I can see that. Why are you drunk?”

Rhys shrugged, though it was difficult to tell with all the swaying he was doing, unable to hold his own weight. “Cass—Cassian he…” God, he could barely get the words out. Elain didn’t know how Feyre managed to keep a straight face. “H—He made me drink.” Was he actually pouting?

“I so did not!” Cass, not yet so far gone, protested with an overly dramatic gasp and slapped a hand over his chest rather too loudly. “You wound me with your lies right here, in my very heart, Rhysand!”

“Shut your trap, you idiot!” Nesta hissed, clearly still very grumpy while Rhys flipped Cass off and threw back a “Like I give a fuck.”

“Oh, my god. Someone kill me,” Az murmured.

 “Let’s…” Elain blinked, turning away from the shitshow currently taking place in her living room. She made sure the guys’ apartment door was closed before gently pulling Azriel into the girl’s apartment, closing the door behind them. “It’s better if the neighbors don’t hear them.”

“Yeah. Wouldn’t want they at our necks with noise complains in the morning.”

“This escalated a little too quickly,” Elain commented, looking back at the scene and feeling Az rest his forehead on top of her head.

“Hmm. Tell me about it,” he grumbled. Elain only patted his disheveled hair.

Nesta was out of her room now, busy threatening Cassian’s family jewels while he only smiled down at her lazily. Feyre was still handling Rhys, listening to his ramblings. It was a chaotically wholesome and hilarious scene and Elain wanted to capture it in her memory to laugh recalling it come morning when she knew there would be many regrets coming from the two drunken men.

“Don’t you have an early class tomorrow?” Elain asked Azriel, making sure to keep her voice low.

“I do.”

“Reason why you’re contemplating homicide?”

“You know me so well, flower.”

“Um-hm. You might just have to skip, unfortunately.”

Azriel only groaned and then proceeded to curse the fuck out of his brothers’ bloodlines under his breath. “I might just have them sleep on their backs tonight, just in case. Wanna come help me prove my innocence when the cops arrive?”

“Azriel!” Elain gasped, eyes wide and all.

“Kidding. Kidding.” A beat passed. “Or am I?”

“Alright, none of you are leaving this apartment until those two sober up.”

“There you go spilling unnecessary water on all my plans of peace and freedom, flower.”

“Well, forgive me for not wanting you to get locked up for familicide.”

“Whatever would I do without you, love?”

“Probably something morally questionable and self-hazardous.”

“Hmm.” He finally lifted his head to see how much the shitshow had progressed.

Cass slung his arm around Nesta’s shoulders, either not registering or blatantly ignoring the daggers she was shooting at him with her heated glare. “Did you fall out of a vending machine, Nes?”

“What?” Nesta scrunched up her nose, arms crossed across her chest, though made no move to throw Cassian’s arm off her shoulder. She probably sensed he’d fall right on his ass and hurt himself if she did.

“Because you’re one hell of a snack,” Cass smirked, looking very much pleased with his shitty-worse-than-an-amateur flirting skills.

Nesta blinked at him, looking very unsure if she wanted to smack him or get him some help. “What is wrong with you, honestly?”

“Nes! Nes, are you an edible? ‘Cause I’d eat you right up.” Cassian wiggled his eyebrows at her suggestively, a shit-eating grin pulling at his lips. It was all far too painful to watch.

“Oh, my god, that was so bad it makes me want to kick you in the nuts,” Nesta stated, cringing. Though, amusement, just a tiny speck in her eyes, gave her away.

“But you still wanna kick me in the balls. Me. You want to fuck me so bad, it’s so obvious.” Talk about delusional.

Azriel wondered what past sins he’d committed that were so atrocious that he was being punished for them like this. He wanted to be taken out. Preferably quickly and at that very moment.

Nesta looked at Az then. “Just what type of blasted shit is he on? Did he snort something or what?”

“Cheap alcohol does that to him,” Az replied with a withering glare at Cass who was busy trying to get Nesta’s attention back on him.

Rhys on the other hand… “Feyre darling, I’m the most handsome, aren’t I?” he slurred his words, arms tightly wrapped around Feyre’s waist and face buried deep into her neck.

Feyre just hummed, stroking her fingers through his hair and rubbing gentle circles on his back. “Sure are, you big baby,” she drawled with a smile, affectionate humor sparkling in her blue-grey eyes.

“And you’re even more pretty, Feyre darling. You’re the prettiest,” he went on.

“Um-hm.”

Not even giving her a chance to open her mouth again, he continued, voice muffled and childish, “And I won you over with my glamourous wit and charm…” and on and on he went and Feyre let him, content in just babying the grown-ass man.

“It’s a good thing Mor isn’t here to join in with them,” Elain joked as she watched everything unfold.

“I’d have thrown myself out of the nearest window if I had to babysit her as well,” Azriel deadpanned from behind her, dead eyes glaring with murderous intent.

Elain leaned back into his chest and patted his cheek considerately, shaking her head gently with a smile that conveyed both pity and amusement. It was a good thing Mor was away on a field trip.

On that note…“What of Amren?” Their senior probably wouldn’t have been of much help either but still.

“Busy with Varian, as usual. She probably would’ve chewed everyone up for even thinking about disturbing her quality time.”

Elain huffed out a laugh. “Definitely.” Straightening back up, she sighed, a small smile still on her face. “Alright. Let’s go help them before Nesta actually kills Cassian or poor Feyre gets crushed under Rhys with all the weight he’s putting on her.”

“Eh… I’ve got an even better idea. How about we sneak back to my apartment and let those two deal with their drunk men.”

“Az...”

“…”

“Azriel.”

“…fine.” He let out a long suffered sigh. “Just ‘cause you asked nicely, flower.”

“Good.” Elain shook her head with her smile still intact and physically pulled Az with her to deal with their respective siblings’ antics.

“Come on, Rhys. Get off me. You’re heavy.”

“But Feyre darling…”

“We’ll both fall!”

“Cassian, I love you but I’ll seriously chop your dick off if you don’t stop with the cheesy pick-up lines.”

“I thought they were working!”

“Oh, for fuck’s sake! Azriel, come get your brother!”

“Why do I have to put up with this shit?”

“Elain! Help me with Rhys, please!”

“Dear God…”

~~~~~

It seemed that in the midst of chaos, no one was actually able to return back to their designated spaces. At some point, everyone had found a spot to fall asleep in the girls’ living room itself, though their backs were sure to be disagreeable with when they were to finally wake up.

Cassian ended up falling asleep on the floor with one foot on the couch, snoring loudly. Nesta was right there with him, her head cushioned on Cassian’s stomach as she slept soundly, not paying any mind to the rumbling under her head.

Rhysand and Feyre were a few feet away, both on the floor as well, all cuddled up with each other. Rhys had a hand wrapped loosely around Feyre’s waist, curling up against her as they both slept facing each other, legs intertwined and all.

Azriel and Elain slept leaning against the couch. Or more like Az with his back against the couch as he sprawled out on the floor with Elain’s back against his chest as she slept curled between his legs. Head tucked under Azriel’s chin, Elain was all but glued to his front with his arms resting circled around her shoulders.

All were in awkward positions and yet all were deep asleep. Completely and utterly relaxed. Alarms were missed, classes were skipped and assignments were left forgotten and incomplete.

Although, there was a ton of grumbling and groaning and cursing when everyone finally came to. Especially from the two who were miserably hungover and regretting their life choices. They did get quite an earful and a few particular choice words each from the others who did not take it easy on them for fucking up their sleep with their drunken escapades.

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Wanted to try writing about all three couples and not just elriel tho this is still kinda elriel centric I just can't seem to help myself 🫠

[anananass]

Wriothesley x Fem! Reader ~ Weakness

warning: none, maybe a little suggestive at the end of it

Tags: Wrio being a mess, so much love, feelings of being undeserving, slightly angsty?? But just really affectionate, him being showered with love, seeing a different side of the Duke, weaknesses

note: i love how he is such a mess, a bold mess of a man (i kinda wanna write a spicy continuation, dear god) also this stayed in my drafts for far too long

wc: 2,2k

“You look tired. It’s getting late, maybe you should call it a night.” you pointed out in a soft whisper that seemed to snatch his attention almost immediately.

Wriothesley lifted his eyes from the stack of papers he had been buried in for the past few hours. Just how much did he stay like that? He swore his preparations began not too long ago, but given the circumstances of your interruption and the dripping saliva running down his jaw, things seemed far clearer.

Curious but unresponsive, he checked the time only to see that it had been 7 hours since he started working. 7 hours? World record, he told himself as heavy eyes followed each scattered page until finally deciding to lift back onto yours.

“Awh, fuck.” the scoff vibrated from within his throat, coming out sounding more guttural than anything else. You watched him lean back against his chair, and couldn't help but wonder how tense his muscles must feel after sitting in that position for so long.

Truth be told, he almost fell asleep on the desk right before you came. If it weren’t for you, god knows how much time he would have wasted dozing off instead of finishing his tasks. But would he be able to finish everything without another sleep accident? For some reason, he felt more exhausted than usual, yet he couldn’t just leave everything piled up into a mess, although it wasn’t.

Despite all these cues, his train of thought persisted, as if he wasn’t allowing himself to catch a breath even for a second. That didn’t mean you had to follow in his steps. Your own need mattered more than his, thus he had to ensure you'd fulfill this necessity of getting rested.

Oh, how he wished to be able to stay by your side though. How much he wished to be able to embrace you from behind and feel your warmth surge through his nerves until his boiling blood would match yours. Nothing but a desire.

“If you need to go to bed, it’s fine. Go ahead.” Wrio replied with an equally soft voice to yours, but as soon as he finished, a wide grin rose on his face. Icy eyes watched you longingly. “Unless you can’t fall asleep without me by your side.” The yearning in his voice sent bits of shivers down your spine, but the whiff his words gave off was something different. You couldn't read his motions, but no matter what, you just wanted to push him to come with you even more.

His tentative comment amused you a little, he wasn’t wrong, but the exhaustion he held in his gaze only drove you to pursue him into resting. You approached him at a steady pace, sitting right beside him. Wriothesley eyed you intently, a little excited to see just what you were about to do but as soon as you placed your hand on his chin and held him tightly, his eyes weakened with pleasant surprise. He could barely process the emotions flowing down his throbbing heart. Just… Why does he feel this way?

“Maybe I do, but also maybe you’re in too deep and need a break.” your mouthed words seemed to have mesmerized him momentarily. Maybe it was also the fact that your loving embrace placed his heart in such a tough spot that at this point he couldn’t just say no. It was an odd feeling not even he could understand. “Do you really think you can finish this whole thing without a few hours of sleep?”

You were right, of course you were. If he were to push himself any further, he would only end up putting in more work later on, so maybe a little pause wouldn’t be that bad. But, things couldn't be left like that. He had to carry his job just for a little longer.

In response to you, you had to watch his grace slowly reach for your hand to hold it firmly. Heavy eyes looked up at you, weighing a mass of desire to give up and just follow your lead. Wriothesley slowly narrowed the distancing gap between his partly open lips and your hand. Yet, as soon as there was nothing to divide them, you felt his lips run down against your skin, dragging soft kisses behind each touch. This action made you wonder just how much his heart fluttered, but it was so obvious with the way he just wouldn't stop.

What a romantic he is, nothing but a sweet man who enjoys the sensation of being loved and cared for. One so desperate for something but the only obstacle in front of him is he himself.

“Whatever shall I do with you, Y/N?” the Duke spoke at last, sounding like he was dying to just give up on it and come follow your sweet scent. You saw his eyes thin in discontent and his throat shake upon letting out a displeased sigh, signaling that he wanted it so badly but just wouldn't crack. And you meant to say something more, to convince him, but he seemingly continued his idea. “I feel like it’d be better to finish these now, I don’t know. But I promise I’ll come lay next to you as soon as possible.”

What could you possibly do to break his composure? You still held an ace under your sleeve but… no, it was the case for it.

You allowed him to watch you let out a muffled hum, after which you spared no time to lean down and kiss him on his lips. You made sure to apply enough pressure to get out a hoarse gasp outta that pretty mouth of his, and as soon as you deemed your action to suffice, you parted away and gazed deeply into his cold eyes.

“Why can’t you just be a good boy and listen? It’ll do you and your work so much good, I promise.” your voice slipped barely above a whisper, filling the air with an odd fragrance that drew him in closer.

You… what did you just do? The question repeated over and over again inside his head.

Why did those two words, that pair of words, make his heart skip a beat? Why does he feel his chest tightening the more he thinks about the way you pronounced them? And more importantly, why is there a glimmer in his eyes?

Why does he feel this way, like his blood is boiling and his chest could be exploding at any time? The complexity of figuring out this behavior you brought up was too much to withstand for him. So much so that he just kept silent for a little while, doing nothing but watching that gentle smile of yours appear to grow larger.

‘Good boy’ he repeated it again… and again… until he felt nothing but a need for submission. His body melted against the rigid chair that once served to bring him even more discomfort, but at this point, he just didn't feel a thing, not an ounce of physical pain.

He couldn’t allow himself to keep you in the shadows for any longer. As such, in an attempt to collect all his shattered pieces, he frowned and smiled at you. You even heard him chuckle faintly, which he often did when you hit a weak spot of his.

“Alright, but I’ll have to tend to it in the morning.” He finally agreed and, with a nod, lifted his rigid body, which felt far heavier than usual. It felt terrible, far worse than he imagined, but he chose to ignore it and instead found comfort in kissing you once more, not that you made him long for more.

“No worries, I’ll make sure you wake up.” in some way, your reassurance melted his icy heart.

What did he even do to deserve someone so caring for his needs? He wasn’t special in any way, and his duties didn’t make him as incredible as everyone considered him to be. Nonetheless, he simply couldn’t grasp why he was given so much credit for fulfilling his job. He was nothing but a man who lived every day like it would be the last, yet with you… he felt like he gained so much more meaning than that. It was inexplicable. But now was not the time to surrender himself to his own battles, not when you were there by his side.

You took his hand into yours and patiently led him to his dorm, and the moment you both made your way, you took off your jacket fast enough to tend to him. Wriothesley on the other hand, took off his boots, followed by bits of his clothes after which you came along to help him. It took him off guard just how fast you reached and he meant to assure you that he got it, but the tentative smile you held on your face persuaded him to let you spoil him a little longer.

He didn’t feel deserving of something so little, but if you wanted to help him prepare himself for a comforting night, he had no chance of making you change your mind. Instead, it filled him with a feeling of odd security, something he hardly ever felt before. It was infatuating.

Feeling your hands wrap around his frame with a swift touch, one that hardly pressed against his sensitive bundles of nerves, caused him to flinch. It felt lightweight really, but in some way, the heaviness of your means caused your embrace to inflict a sense of deeper love within his walls and the more you ran your hands down his sides, the more these feelings intensified to the point where he froze in place.

Of course, you were quick to take notice of how much such a miniature gesture caused such a big fuss for him, but instead of considering dropping it down, you just felt even more courageous to do it.

Yet when you finally unbuttoned his vest, took it off, and got to his shirt, you felt the sensation of his eyes following every single motion you exerted. Instead of being overwhelmed by it, it enforced your desire to pamper him, so you nonchalantly began taking off the textile bound around his toned muscles.

Each inch of exposed skin made you wonder how much effort he put in all his life to get this chiseled, but now was not the time to froth after how good-looking he was. He did observe your vast interest in his body though, and chuckled mischievously. It was adorable to see you squirm so cutely at the sight of his beefy build, so much that it distracted him momentarily from all the tension you put into him.

“You really like what you’re seeing, ehh?” The duke chuckled in amusement mixed with slight confidence. “I’m not going anywhere, sweetheart. You got me all for you, don’t worry. Take your time.” You could feel the boldness in his boisterous words, and had to get back at him.

“Funny how moments ago you were but a puddle of weakness.” You responded equally, if not more amused, so much that he stared at you for a few seconds to take in what you just said. To make things worse, you lifted your eyes to look intently into his as smugness slowly grew all over your face.

“Of course I was.” Wriothesley paused for a second just to come closer to you. His towering figure accompanied by the enlargement of his curling lips had you feeling a little on the edge. It made you feel as if you wanted to jump on him. “You always make me weak, it’s a common thing at this point.” Upon finishing, he leaned lower to press a kiss against your forehead, to which you replied with a surprised gasp.

The Duke chuckled once more and allowed you to finish your business, holding an innocent smile to show off. He sure was feeling almighty after everything you did to him.

In the meantime, you quickly finished taking off his shirt so all that was left for him was to take off his garments. You on the other hand? You just needed to put on your nightgown, something that’d be done in a matter of seconds. But honestly, you kind of just wanted to finish getting prepared so you could keep watching him finish.

After a little more time, you were finally able to direct your attention his way once more, but when you peeked at him… you were greeted by the view of him unbuttoning his trousers. His digits were so delicate and paid so much focus to taking the texture off, was he doing this intentionally, or was he so exhausted that his motions got slower? You couldn't figure it out, but it was enjoyable.

Upon seeing him be finished, his grace flashed you a gentle glimpse and reached for your hand. He stood behind, waiting for you to lead him toward the bed frame so you two could rest together.

His eyes frayed a tint of intrigue mixed with suggestions. Regardless, you brushed it off since you didn't want him to remain awake any longer, although this temptation surging down your spine kind of made you feel some way for sure. It frustrated you a little, but his health was more of a priority than anything else.

[thecontumacious]

hii i was the one who asked for the house husband domestic au and smsmsms you wrote it so well :’))) i was wondering if this time how luxiem would be as baristas and you’re the regular who comes in every week for either studying or like just to chill~

"I think there's something b r e w i n g between us."

a/n: IM SORRY PLS FORGIVE ME FOR THAT AHSJKDSAJHSKD i'm also super sorry for being inactive friends! writer's block hit me hard this time but i think im okay now uwu

special thanks to 🌺anon from the server for helping with the proofreading!

reminder that all my work and others in the fandom are purely fiction and intended to entertain, not to be projected irl. 

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Vox Akuma 👹🌹

what was it? the third? no, fourth time you've come up the counter to order?

would it be possible to just order multiple things in one single time...?

vox sighs internally, smiling at your shy figure who seemed to have asked for a different drink and dessert than last time.

was he complaining? no, of course not. why would he?

he was just... interested in the way you processed your way around the cafe. he was glad you were ordering and supporting the cafe like this, but you weren't even sharing them with anyone!

and for the love of god, y/n, just order your coffees and pastries all at once!

but did he have the heart to tell you this when you looked absolutely adorable every time you came in the cafe?

again, no.

"will that be it, y/n?" he asks, not even bothering to jot down your name. vox is truly just hinting at the fact that maybe you should order something else while you're there, but you end up shaking your head, placing some money on the counter

"yep, that's it!" nodding, you grin at him.

it was like you knew what you were doing to him. you probably did.

"i'll go take these to you, y/n. the cafe is quiet anyway," vox insists and much to your surprise. but you nod and go sit down.

he placed the order into the cafe's system before preparing you another drink and pulling out the croissant you asked for.

later, he does indeed carry the two orders to your table where it lies your laptop and a notebook with your handwriting on it.

other than that, vox notices the empty plates of the previous pastries you ordered.

"i'll take these plates, yeah?" he says. you smile, gesturing at the dishes for him to take in exchange for your new drink.

as he helped to clean up your space, his yellow eyes can't help but wonder over to what you were writing in your notebook. it was so hastily written upon and the mentions of ingredients kept popping up too.

wait... vox frowns, his gaze lingering just a bit at your notes.

then your hand covers it, stopping him from reading anymore.

he looks up at you and finds your cheeks red, eyes looking away as the notebook is hidden under the table, on top of your lap.

seeing your shy figure, vox couldn’t help but chuckle and walk away with the empty plates back to the bar.

what was in your notes?

oh, you know. just you trying to figure out the ingredients used in his pastries.

as soon as vox placed the plates into the sink, he grabs his sharpie markers and gets a few tissues. when he finished, he returns to your table and places the tissues down next to your drink.

he winks, "forgot something. here you go, love."

come back to the cafe after closing hours. i'll teach you.

later that night as all his coworkers bid him farewell for the day, you make yourself known by the cafe doors and vox immediately invites you inside, holding the door open for you.

and he couldn't help but tease you, "ready for our class, y/n?"

you look away, skittering inside anyway to leave vox to laugh by himself.

"come on, into the kitchen," vox gestures to said room, one you've never seen before actually. you follow him inside and like it was a real organized class, he has all the items for a baking lesson ready by the counters.

you frown, "are you sure you're okay with this? you're using your resources..."

vox smiles, tapping the counter, "oh, it's alright. with you frequenting my cafe for my treats and drinks, i don't think using up my resources outside my business should be a problem, hm?"

again, your ears and cheeks flare red at his response. but then you suddenly feel your wrist being tugged forward and you are now just a few steps away from vox

"which dessert do you want to learn about first?" he grins, folding up his sleeves.

thus began your first night in the vox's kitchen in the cafe, pretty much spoiled of his secret recipe to his delectable foods. you pay attention to his techniques and follow his every order exactly

sure, you messed up here and there by over measuring or not whipping the egg whites enough

but there weren't any shortages of vox applauding you for how well you were doing

when the first treat, a cheesecake, came out, you were pleasantly surprised by the results and you went to grab another spoonful to enjoy your creation

vox, on the other hand, revels not in the sweet dessert but rather how sweet your smile was as you enjoyed your cake

he liked how your eyes just twinkle with delight when the right flavors fall unto your tongue, or the way your brows would scrunch while weighing out the ingredients

he selfishly wished to see more.

so by the end of the night, after three successful treats ready to be taken home for breakfast tomorrow, vox asks you, "would you be interested in doing this again some other time?"

you smile up at him, nodding, "sure! when?"

"how about my place tomorrow? i have ingredients at home too."

"that's fine," you then pull out your phone, handing it to him. "can you type in your number and send your address?"

"i'll let you have my number but i will be picking you up, love," vox winks, quickly filling up a new contact and giving it back to you. "i'll see you after work. i'll also be expecting an address from you."

and with that, you go home, hands full with your handcrafted treats

and vox, watching you leave with the biggest smile on his face as he awaits what you two will make tomorrow together. it won't matter if it won't turn out well

he just wished to be in your lovely presence and to see your smile, sweeter than any dessert he's ever made

Mysta Rias 🦊🔶

"excuse me."

at the call, mysta's heart drops once more.

he sighs, putting down the blender down into the sink to help out the customer, but he feels a hand rest on his shoulder so he cranes his head around to see it was you.

you smile at him, walking towards the pick up station where the customer stood waiting

"good day, how may i help you?" you warmly greet them

but despite your polite attitude, the customer does not seem happy about their day and mysta knows for a fact that it's because of his own fault

they put their opened cup down, pushing it a bit harshly towards your side that it almost spills everywhere.

"i clearly asked for less sugar and i didn't ask for caramel in this!" they begin to protest, the anger bubbling from their blood as they sputter even more mistakes about their drink.

mysta pretends to not hear it, as it was clearly meant for him but with you being the kinder person and his manager, somehow you wanted to cover for him especially as it wasn't the first time this happened

"i'm very sorry for messing up your order. i'll get you a replacement drink, free of charge of course. could you tell me what your order was?" you still smile, taking the cup off the counter

the customer huffs, mumbling their order, "and you better get it right this time."

with a nod, the customer sits back down and you hurriedly throw the ruined drink away and make the actual correct drink yourself. mysta could only shoulder the guilt and shame as his other coworkers stared him down, probably a few customers who saw it happening too

he felt absolutely terrible. he didn't mean to bring down your business like this. yet somehow, you haven't fired him for it.

mysta sighs and mumbles to himself, "i should find a different job..."

when closing shift finally came around, just you and mysta inside the cafe, he took a deep breath and went to approach you.

"u-um, y/n?" he stuttered, holding his hands together

you stop sweeping the floor to look up at him, offering him a gentle smile. "yes, mysta? ready to go home? i can do the rest myself."

he shakes his head, "n-no. it's not about that."

you raise an eyebrow. "then?"

"it's about my employment here," he began. "i-i want to leave."

the cafe is quiet. nothing but his loudly beating heart thrumming against his eardrums.

you hum, tilting your head. "and your reason why?"

were you mocking him? surely you've noticed him messing up the customers' orders a lot. you were his manager, and the type to clock in the cafe as often as you could

even if you hadn't noticed, he was sure as hell that his co workers have reported his poor performance to you at some point, right?

mysta sighs, rubbing the back of his head, "oh, come on, y/n. you've seen me tons of times. you've definitely seen me mess up orders."

with a laugh, you put the broom back into the closet, nonchalantly replying, "oh, that."

wonder laces mysta's mind as he steps closer to you, "so, i can leave right?"

"nope," you smile, walking past him and into the back of the bar. "not until i give you another training."

"huh?" he blinks mindlessly.

you reach over the counter to grab a couple plastic cups and a few paper ones. you then arrange across the bar, looking back at him. "when it comes to people who aren't doing well in the work field, it's not always about firing them immediately. re-training is an option."

mysta still doesn't know what to say, as you gesture at the cups before him with a smile. "go on then. we'll start with an iced double shot americano and a hot caramel latte with an almond milk alternative. both medium sizes, mysta."

with you pressing him under time, he stumbles his way over to the bar and begins with the coffee grinder. he takes the right amount and he remembers to press it properly before taking it to the espresso machine

you watch mysta struggle with the a machine a little as if he should be afraid of the metal thing. but he eventually gets it.

so far so good... you think.

but then you see him take out the almond milk for the latte and pumping in hazelnut syrup instead of the caramel, putting it into the cold milk and not the actual espresso shot...

you note down all the things mysta does incorrectly and also keeping track of how long he makes both drinks.

he latches on the lid and turns to you with a goofy smile. "well? how did i do?"

you step forward and take a sip of the americano, clicking your tongue at the taste. "hmm, you did well on this one. be careful of the ice. don't forget it to throw it into the sink if you drop it."

mysta nods.

next, the supposed caramel latte.

you take a careful sip and hum. you spare mysta a side glance. "what do you think you could improve on this, mysta?"

he's taken aback by your response a bit, then hesitates. "uh..."

it takes him a while. then his shoulders droop down. "oh wait, i was supposed to mix the syrup in with the espresso shot right?"

"why is that?"

"because the shot was hot and it mixes more evenly."

you nod, smiling. "good! anything else?"

"is there more?" he whines slightly.

giggling you shrug, "i don't know. is there?"

mysta sighs. "um, did i use the wrong milk?"

he looks at the carton but sees that it is almond. "wait, no. i didn't. what is it?"

"taste it yourself," you hand him the warm cup.

he bites his lip for a good second before sipping the beverage. he takes a minute as his face frowns with concern. "wait... this doesn't taste like caramel, does it? is this... oh shit, hazelnut???"

seeing him look at the drink in his hand and mentally beating himself of his mistake made you laugh.

so mysta turned, red on the cheeks and ears.

"i'm glad you were able to figure it out on your own, mysta. see? you could do it after all," you place a gentle hand on his shoulder and for that single moment, he had never been more glad than to have you as his direct superior.

that night, you taught him how to make drinks and with every espresso shot made and ice cubes thrown around, he was able to make even the most complex drink on the menu.

all because you decided to be so patient and willing to help him out.

the next morning, mysta is up for opening shift.

as thanks for your help, he makes his first drink of the day.

then you come in as usual to help out with the cafe and you're met with mysta's beverage just by the pick up counter.

with the cafe still closed, you figured this was probably mysta's but the note on top...

"thank you, for everything. this is for you. i'll be back from the store in a bit."

it's your favorite drink. you take a sip and it's made just how you like it.

he really did improve.

Luca Kaneshiro 🦮🔆

you were... luca's very special customer.

he really tried to tell you but he couldn't, seeing as you were extremely comfortable with how things are.

so, here's how it began between you two.

luca was on closing shift that night and just as he was about to grab the broom to start sweeping the floors, it started to pour heavily outside.

he sighs, shrugging it off as he'll just have to make sure to drink vitamins later when he gets home so he wouldn't get sick the next day.

but then his purple eyes catch sight of something zooming through the windows.

luca immediately raises his head and he sees you, the poor thing who didn't bring an umbrella and now desperately sheltering under the awnings of the cafe

you look from side to side, occasionally up at the dark and gloomy sky.

to luca, you looked panicked. and his heart decided to move on his own as he went to put the broom away to open the door.

"excuse me?" he called out to you

you immediately turn to him, surprised. "oh, hi. can i help you?"

"more like could i help you," luca chuckles, holding the door open as you rub the back of your head, embarrassed. "come inside. you'll freeze out here."

"but you're closed though, aren't you? i don't want to intrude," you shake your head.

"oh, uh," luca blinked, looking inside the cafe then back at you. his mouth seemed to have shaped the words on its own before his brain could even process so he says, "we're not actually closed yet! there's still about an hour ish...?"

you tilt your head to the side, "really?"

it's only when you question him that he starts to question himself. but he's said it and there was no way he was going to embarrass himself in front of you.

so luca nods, gesturing for you to come inside. "yep. come inside. order anything you like."

smiling, you bow your head in thanks and went inside to wait by the ordering counter to wait for him.

that night, you really did become his very special customer.

and you somehow never notice why it is you're always alone during the nighttimes. actually, luca keeps wondering why you even came at such a late hour and never any other time in the day.

his co workers would often question why the heck he would let a customer in way past opening hours, but luca would just offer to take closing shift every time you came by

but it got to the point where his boss came himself to tell luca that he wouldn't be able to tolerate this behavior any longer in the most gentle way possible

luca knew his boss was by no means angry about it, but he kindly asked him to tell you that it's not actually opening hours anymore...

somehow though, with every night you show up and order something from him, he could not bear to tell you.

when he's supposed to say 'no, y/n. it's actually closing time', he replaces it with a genuinely curious question of how your day was or if you had any exciting plans for the week

it's more than just about if you wanted less sugar or milk alternative for your drinks.

it's about what foods you favored, what hobbies you preferred doing in your free time and the type of friends you had around.

luca can't help but think that this supposed closed time of his is the only time in the day where he gets to have you all to himself.

after a long and busy day, he gets to have you as a break from all that.

just you, some coffee and him.

until one day his boss insists that he shouldn't be doing any of the closing shifts. not until he was sure luca had told you about the right opening times.

so just as luca was waiting for his coworkers to leave, him left behind as always to wait for you to come, his boss pushes him out of the cafe and sends him on his merry way.

"but--"

"luca, you know well enough how many times i've told you this can't go on anymore. i know you're responsible of the consequences by covering all the closing shifts but other customers will think we're still open at this hour," his boss sighs.

he had a point and luca was just being insubordinate.

"alright then... " with a heavy heave of his breath, he shrugs on his jacket and bids his superior goodbye.

but then he runs into you at the front of the cafe.

"oh, hey luca! wait, you're off today?" you ask him.

great, now he has to tell you.

"hiiii y/n," luca laughs nervously, scratching his head. he looks inside the cafe but he realizes that it's already dark inside, only the locker rooms in the back were seen with the lights on.

he really wished nothing else than to rush back in and make your order tonight but his boss gave him a last warning today.

"we-were you looking for a drink?" he questions

you hum, "yeah... here, at your cafe. but you're closed? isn't it early?"

"right about that!"

here goes nothing.

"i've been uh... lying to you."

you frown. "lying to me?"

"we're not actually open at this hour. and i've just been... letting you in past opening hours."

it's silent between you and luca for a few minutes, before you suddenly let out a laugh. he blinks, surprised.

"sorry! sorry! i just--" you giggle. "i've been coming here for so long, thinking that you're still open. and it's only now you tell me this? it's more funny than it is supposed to be surprising."

luca releases a breath he never knew he held all this time.

maybe it was because he heard your laugh amidst the stress of telling you.

"so uh... ," he laughs nervously.

you smile up at him, "i do know a cafe that opens this late though. care to join me? they don't make my drinks as good as you do though, luca."

red creeps up to his cheeks, but nonetheless, he agrees to your invitation.

"i'd like to join you, yeah."

Ike Eveland 🖋💙

it's exactly 8:37 am, about half an hour after the cafe's opening when ike's ears catch wind of the bell hanging by door ringing

he looks up by reflex and there you are, his regular customer who comes by around this exact time

you're hauling a backpack, your phone in your hand as you go to approach the rather quiet ordering counter where ike was standing by

you smile at him like usual and order your typical drink

"for y/n?" he asks, holding the cup in his hand and a marker in the other ready to jot down your name

you nod, giggling as you give him the appropriate amount of money

ike scribbles on your name and your specific order, then helps with the payment.

"just take the change as your tip today like usual," you smile, sliding over to the pick up area.

it's become a routine for you two now. you come in at around 8:30, order your usual (or sometimes a different drink from time to time with a treat) and then sit in that specific spot all day long

you'd be typing away on your laptop, or flipping through some books or pages you've brought with you. then you'd occasionally sip on your drink as you're laser focus on the laptop screen once more

much to ike's dismay, he has yet to figure out what you do on that laptop. what were you so busily typing about? were you writing for a research paper? were you a college student?

well that last deduction was far from accurate as you spend almost every day of the week in the cafe

then what could you possibly have as a career when all you do is sit in a cafe on your laptop?

even today, ike hasn't figured it out as he put the lid to your drink on

he walks over to the pick up station and hand you your cup, never forgetting to insert a smile of his own to you. "here you are. order for y/n."

"that's me," you giggle, taking the drink while ever so slightly brushing against his fingers. goosebumps rise onto ike's forearms and he can't help but pull away quickly as you retreat to your little work nook

and then the part where ike doesn't interact with you the entire day begins.

he would check on you every once in a while, seeing if you've taken a break from your work, whether that be to take some time to look at social media or finishing your drink

of course, if you weren't, ike would be on the shyer side to tell you to take a break

after all, even if you and ike had met multiple times in the same circumstances, you two were still technically strangers.

he wished to know what you were working on, what you did for a living, what other drinks were to your fancy so he could make them for you. he wants to be able to talk to you other than what drinks were on promotion that month or if you wanted to make your drink iced or hot

ike selfishly wished you two weren't just barista and customer

suddenly, in the middle of the day, ike looks up to once again check on you when you seem to be missing

your laptop and belongings were there though

"probably went to the bathroom?" ike mumbles to himself, then noticing how the table next to where you sat had recently been left unclean

he ducks under the counter to grab a cloth and plastic box before leaving the cashier to take care of the empty seats

as he placed the mugs carefully into the plastic box, he couldn't help himself to steal a glance at your still glowing laptop

for the first time, he sees what you're working on

ike wipes the table clean quickly and then subtly leans over to your table to see what it is you're so serious about this past month

"oh," he whispers, unknowingly finding himself leaning even lower to read through your work

but before he could brave himself to scroll down, he hears the bathroom door latch open and he quickly goes back to cleaning the table

when ike takes his box back with him to the bar, you're already settling yourself down back in your seat and madly typing away at your laptop

he doesn't know what has gotten into him, but the very next day, when you left to go to the bathroom and any tables remotely close to yours needed cleaning, ike is taking that chance

all so that when he comes back, he gets to steal a bit more of progress of your work

he has to admit it, but you do good work. that even him, your mere barista and generally a stranger, was captivated by it

it becomes one of the very reasons why he goes to work now. he becomes more motivated only so he could see you, make your drink by memory and if lucky, get rewarded by a snippet of your work

until one day, your visits become rare. then slowly turns to none at all.

ike thought at first he was just overthinking as he goes about his day to work

but he'd be lying if he said he didn't miss seeing you come through the door early in the morning

it was silly, he thought. so when he finally accepted the fact you probably found a different cafe, he swallowed his insensible longing for your visit

"hi, can i order my usual?"

ike looks up, and there you were, smiling at him.

"o-oh! of course," surprised, ike quickly grabs a cup and a marker. he nervously beams, "order for y/n?"

"yes," you nod. as he busies himself with logging your order, you suddenly pull something out of your bag. definitely not your wallet.

ike turns slightly and realize you're looking at him and sliding over a hardcover book onto the counter.

he raises an eyebrow and looks down at the book, then noticing it has your name on it, printed in bold letters along with a title.

"i noticed how you're a big fan of my work, ike," you giggle, pushing it over to him. "so here, a signed copy. money's inside."

and just like that, you leave the ordering counter.

ike's face flushes red.

but he's happy.

he takes the book and opens it up to get the money for the drink, but he also notices something else than the money.

on the front page is indeed your signature and below it, your number.

Shu Yamino 🔮✨

not much was said between you and shu, other than the words of your chosen drinks or sometimes a treat or two for longer days. but that didn't stop you two from bonding a mutual relationship of the comfortable barista-customer trope.

you come in, he knows your usual order and the correct spelling of your name, and you generously tip and smile at him.

it was an unspoken friendship you had.

one that sat both well and not with shu.

sure, he liked what he had. it was unlike any other he's had before. but he can't handle just 'good morning, shu, i'll have this and this, thank you!'

shu asked the world why the conversations with you were solely only about coffee and cakes. why couldn't it be about yourself? about him? about the annoying things you wished could disappear from the face of the earth?

he wouldn't mind that.

but as you walk through that door with that same smile and your usual order once more, shu will have to accept what he has for now. one day maybe he'll brave himself to ask you how your day went in detail.

after passing your drink to you, you're off to sit down and shu returns to his post at the cashier. but the moment he's face to face with his next customer, the sorcerer couldn't help but feel very unsettled.

in the eyes of everyone else, this guy probably looked very normal and well, your average male stranger looking for a drink in the cafe.

but being well practiced in sorcery which also meant trusting your guts and instincts, shu made sure to keep his eyes open for this guy as he went to order something off the order. a hot americano he said.

shu goes about his business as usual, despite his stomach just flexing about every time the guy moved.

and it certainly did not help that he kept glancing in your direction.

did he know you? did you know him?

shu was sure as hell that you've never brought him here with you, so probably someone you either didn't know or at least did not feel like interacting with

"hot americano?" the sorcerer announces and the man who ordered it comes up front to pick it up, muttering a quick thanks and almost as if hurriedly, goes to your table.

the hairs on shu's arms stands on edge and he clenches his first in worry for you.

calm down, shu. you're probably just overthinking. maybe's he just an old friend of theirs they haven't seen in a while. maybe your gut is wrong this time.

but that's the thing.

his gut is almost never wrong.

you look up from your phone when you notice someone approaching you. upon seeing who it is, your face drains of its color and shu knew exactly then that he was right.

the man stood in front of your table, raising his hand to wave at you it seems.

you simply nod, but your eyes don't meet his.

another sign you didn't like interacting with this man.

but he ignores your body language and had the audacity to sit next to you, not minding personal space.

you and shu weren't even friends, but he absolutely hated how he was making you visibly uncomfortable.

he seems to have said something to make your face scrunch with the discomfort, disgust even as you scoot away from him.

it's when he dared to place his grimy hands on your lap did shu take off his apron hastily and exited the counter like a mad bull.

"hey, babe! sorry, work took a while. my shift's over though now," shu announces, standing by your side and leaning over a bit.

you, on the other hand, look up at him with surprised eyes but you smile up at him to play along, scooting even closer to shu to avoid the man.

"h-hey! i was wondering what took you so long," you respond.

"yeah, sorry about that," shu courageously puts a hand on your shoulder then turns to the person next to you. he raises an eyebrow, "oh, who's this?"

"he's my--"

"oh, you're the new boy toy?" he smirks, looking at you this time. "really, y/n? someone like him?"

"excuse me?" shu spoke in a gentle manner, but with you so up close to him, you can feel him seethe with so much anger. like he could explode at any moment if ticked off the wrong way.

the creep leans back, grinning, "come on, look at him, y/n. what's with the weird hair, huh? and a barista? lame job. does nothing but make coffee and bread."

"the coffee i made you? the one you're drinking? must be because you can't make it by yourself," shu retorts. "lame."

you even let out a small snort.

the man's face is burning red with anger and frustration. he stands this time and goes to grab your arm, but shu snatches his hand before it could even touch you

"don't you dare lay a hand on her," he growls. "there are cameras in here and if you so much even say something out of place, i have every right to remove you from this property."

the man laughs to mock him, spitting back, "really? what's a puny boy like you gonna do?"

shu eyes the still hot black coffee on the table and he smiles. he lets go of the man's hand, pushing him back a bit before saying, "i'm not going to do anything. i don't need to. a real man uses his brain instead of his brawn."

just as the man was about to pounce on shu again, the sorcerer had already subtly moved the hot drink closer to him with the help of his sorcery skills.

so by the time he was about to grab shu by the collar, the americano is knocked over and pours all over the man's pants.

he lets out a pained screech, stumbling back onto the floor to try to recover from the hot drink.

all the patrons in the cafe looks at the commotion, eyeing the man oddly. at the public embarrassment, he stands and hurries out the cafe to escape it all.

shu heaves a sigh and turns to you, "you alright?"

you only stare at the fallen cup, blinking. "i... i saw that."

"i know," he chuckles, grabbing a tissue and patting down the table. "but you're safe, that's more important. tell me if that guy ever comes back and maybe i'll do something worse than hot coffee."

another laugh leaves your lips and you look up at him with the most beautiful smile he's ever seen. "yeah, i'll be counting on you, shu."

Masterlist!

[vexy-hexy]

Finally watched/listened to the full 4 hour call the Senate had with Rosa, and oh my God, that was NASTY

Here's my thoughts while I was watching it, with time stamps

I'm making this comment as I go through the video, so this is my thought process throughout the video

Before I start, my assumptions going in are that Rosa was a mod in Star Giant's server, was told about Nekopawn (How do you spell that?) grooming kids, but didn't do anything about it, including not telling Star Giant, so I'm hoping some evidence of Rosa being told and ignoring it is talked

29:31 If Rosa should just block him and move on, couldn't Ziad do the same thing to her if it pissed him off? Because, like Ziad is allowed to complain about others on his Twitter, she and others are also allowed to complain about him on Twitter. Or, were she and others making sock puppets to harass him?

30:51 "I'm sensing a pattern here, a very gross pattern" funnily enough, so am I

31:10 they say here they're not talking about Nekopawn, and they're talking about how Andrew Clark defended Cuties (which, gross), and it sounded (to me) like Rosa was asking when he did that when she asks for the timeline, but then they immediately start on about the Nekopawn grooming. Like, I could be completely wrong, but it didn't seem like Rosa was asking when the grooming happened, just trying to figure out when the cuties thing happened

35:32 By the way, when DID this grooming happen? Because, if it was years ago, then what do her tweets as of then and how much she tweeted at the time have to do with anything? Did her and Ziad begin having beef recently or was it something that happened a while ago and she kept dragging it up, because, if it's the latter, then I guess I can see why it's relevant. It sounds like these things happened around the same time, but, given the fact that they also

34:18 when the hell did this person try to be nice? Rosa is correct, she tries to answer their questions and they don't ask for clarifications, they make an assumption on what she means, and then hound her for THEIR assumptions

36:02 ok, shit take Rosa

36:34 far as I'm aware, we, the public, don't have that evidence, and given how these guys can sometimes take evidence and misconstrue it, I'm struggling to have any faith in them (if someone can prove me wrong, please do, I'd like to be wrong about this part)

44:08 Isn't Lio JUST now addressing how awful this call was a year later? And I mean, on YouTube? (Again, if I'm wrong and he publicly denounced it earlier than a short segmant in his video a few months ago, please correct me)

(Side note, Lio says they sent Rosa apologies for this call the day after it happened, but, apparently, Rosa says they never apologized. Do Lio and co. ever show proof they apologized?)

45:10 isn't she being more specific? She's said she feels sorry for not handling the Nekopawn situation better, only to be cut off by Peaches being sarcastic and nasty

446:13 funny, I could say the EXACT same about these people

47:36 cool, so Blu acknowledges you can miss the good times with sh*tty people. I say this as an autistic person who is probably younger than most of the people talking in the Senate (I just turned 22 in January): I'm considered to be on the "higher end of the spectrum", but I am still INCREDIBLY gullible and easily manipulated. It was so easy to be convinced and then convince myself that anything my "friends" did was fine, and if I had a problem with anything, I was just being overdramatic because "how dare I think these people can do bad things, they put up with me, so how can they be bad? I'm such a bad friend for questioning them." Look, I don't know if Rosa is anything like me when I was a kid and didn't know how to handle serious things (and I very much do agree she should have done something, ANYTHING, when people brought the grooming to her attention), but if Peaches' grooming can be used to explain why they invalidated another person's grooming story a few years back (see the Crystal Flame situation), I fail to see how being an easily manipulated person cannot also be used as an explanation (not an excuse, an EXPLANATION)

50:20 BITCH, I WOULD BE CRYING, THE FACT ROSA ISN'T AMAZES ME

51:29 again, what does this have to do anything?

52:10 then how is he a piece of shit? Quite honestly, I don't think MOST of the people in this call have ever touched grass, but that’s not why I think they're pieces of shit

54:19 I presume this talking about the call Lio has on his channel, which I also listened to, and, TBH, she’s not wrong about how that call was abusive

56:10 I could say the EXACT same thing about your kid Lio

57:52 I wish Peaches would stop pretending to care

58:11 Why WOULD she thank you???

58:40 when? When were they calm? She didn't even say that, that's their assumption of what she meant

59:09 I hope Blu and everyone else feels guilty for this call

59:58 wait? What?

1:00:38 And I'd think Lio publicly (in a video) addressing how abusive, ableist, and nasty this call was should take priority over Miku, but, what do I know?

1:01:52 I agree with this. If Rosa CAN get into contact with Star Giant and tell them to address the Nekopawn situation, she should, and if Rebecca refuses, she absolutely needs to drop her

1:02:10 WHY DOES THE STAR WARS STUFF KEEP COMING UP??? I'M GENUINELY SO CONFUSED??? WHAT DOES THAT HAVE TO DO WITH THE GROOMING???

1:03:16 why is this Leah person being given the floor before any of the victims?

1:04:09 and I also hate liars... I also hate ableist bullies who don’t seem to know what nuance is, what's your point???

1:05:52 so, when Ziad is supposedly harassing people, it's fine???

1:06:05 ok, if that's true, that's screwed up and I would also be rude to those people

1:06:31 with that logic, so can Rosa??? I'm so confused, is she the one trying to dox him? If she's just complaining about him on Twitter, what's the problem? Shouldn't Ziad be more focused on the people trying to dox him instead of someone saying their opinion on him? Like, what did Rosa's tweets even say? Were they THAT bad?

1:06:33 again, if she can do that to Ziad, why can't Ziad block and ignore her and her opinions on him??? I'm being serious and genuine, I don't understand WHY he couldn't do that??? If someone knows, I'd appreciate it

1:06:40 ah yes, Coyote Lovely, the guy who a few months later was exposed to be in contact (and I think friends) with a known groomer and zoo

1:09:21 pot meet kettle

1:09:33 I could be completely mistaken, but wasn't it revealed that Ziad DID threaten someone using a sock puppet account? Like, I listened to both of Lio's videos on him yesterday and that's what I got from them. Was there ever any evidence of him doing this to other people like his haters? I'm actually curious (again, if someone knows that he didn't send any threats to his detractors, that info would be greatly appreciated)

1:09:48 ok, so Leah is older than I am

1:10:21 oh yeah, like that's believable 🙄

1:11:50 oh, cool, so, according to Dr Lio Convoy, you can only have PTSD if you've been to war. Does this mean grooming victims can't have PTSD? Or are you specifically talking about online bullying? Because, wouldn't that mean Peaches can't have PTSD or trauma from the Peaches drama a few years back?

1:12:43 and here's Dr Leah who apparently knows everything about seizures, despite the fact that they're incorrect and repeated seizures CAN cause brain damage and lead to memory loss

1:13:09 maybe it's just me, but I feel like they kinda SHOULD care how Rosa's seizures affect her???

1:13:39 I feel like that's a stupid comparison...

1:14:09 apparently they also know when something isn't a panic attack because they have panic attacks "sometime"

1:14:35 panic attacks are different for everyone (but, I'll admit, I don't think I've ever seen the call they're talking about). Also, their analogies suck, they could've just said light switch, why specifically a light switch in a bathroom???

1:15:22 cool, more bad faith assumptions based on someone they've NEVER met. I'm curious where this 23 year old is studying to be a doctor since they can apparently diagnose someone as faking panic attacks over a call

1:15:39 literally, Lio acts more like an anime protagonist than Rosa (from what I've heard). Have you heard him yelling? It sounds like he's a shitty voice actor. I've heard comic dubs by 12 year olds with more believable rage than Lio

1:16:08 how many times have they interrupted Rosa now? I lost count

1:16:32 well now I'm even more confused, because I don't hear Rosa acting "cutesy UwU", I've only heard her struggle to speak and not understanding what's going on

1:16:41 She does have special needs, and Lio KNOWS this, so WHY hasn't he stepped in and confirmed that Rosa IS special needs?

1:16:52 really, I couldn't tell 🙄. Again, to me, these people sound more like wannabe voice actors than Rosa does TF 🤨

1:18:19 so they're NOT a doctor??? So why are they acting like they know anything???

1:18:51 has Lio considered the memory loss is Rosa trying to explain and not excuse?

1:19:23 1: that wasn't even a clever insult and 2: cool, telling Rosa to commit self delete

1:20:26 ok, so the grooming started in 2019 but was revealed in 2020

1:20:40 she literally didn't say that!

1:21:45 wait? What? Weren't they just giving Rosa crap for not listening to this Mongrel person (despite saying they also wouldn't listen to them), and it's Rosa's fault for giving Mongrel another chance? What?

1:22:17 so Rosa may not have been contacted about Nekopawn? Because they're asking if Rosa KNEW about the email?

1:22:24 why are they confronting ROSA about STAR GIANT complaining that they needed to ban Nekopawn? They're getting mad at the wrong person

1:23:02 IDK, why didn't the Senate try harder to get her in a call?

1:23:25 so Rosa isn't Rebecca's friend by Rebecca's OWN admission???

1:23:38 I THOUGHT THEY SAID SOMEONE EMAILED STAR GIANT ABOUT NEKO??? I THOUGHT STAR GIANT WAS ALREADY AWARE OF THE GROOMING AND THAT'S WHY THEY WERE COMPLAINING ABOUT HAVING TO BAN NEKO? If Star Giant ALREADY KNEW about the grooming, what was Rosa SUPPOSED TO DO? This whole call, I thought that the victims only went to Rosa and, because she never said anything, Star Giant didn't know, but they're saying that they contacted both Star AND another person who WENT TO STAR GIANT?! Like, even if Rosa DID try to ban Nekopawn (even though she apparently couldn't ban people), Star COULD'VE just added them back KNOWING of the grooming? Like, I'm confused, am I misunderstanding them?

1:23:46 just a guess, but maybe it was the seizure induced memory loss?

1:23:52 oh, did you go to war?

1:25:02 your problem is with Star!

1:26:01 look, I feel horrible hearing this victim of Nekopawn speak, what they went through is HORRIBLE, but they keep bringing up their grievances with STAR as if ROSA is the one who did them

1:27:44 and yet, somehow Lio, you still come across as chronically online

1:29:00 why are they bringing up the email sent to STAR GIANT? Again, this is Rosa, bring up the stuff you can prove was sent to HER and can prove she didn’t act upon the situation properly

1:29:25 I feel like a broken record, but STAR GIANT SAID THAT!

1:29:56 how does being a fan of someone have anything to do with memory problems?

1:31:29 I'm sorry WHAT?

1:32:12 Lio, you DO harass people on the internet

1:33:31 do they know if Star ever got abused, or are they just assuming she's overdramatising an insult about her editing? I mean, even if Star WAS abused, that doesn’t excuse them doing nothing about a groomer

1:33:42 so does Lio and this entire fucking server

1:33:54 then where is it? Bring THAT up instead of repeatedly bringing up what Star Giant did and said

1:34:18 irony? How is Rosa not remembering and someone else remembering details about her ironic?

1:37:22 it wasn’t Rosa's server though? Seriously, am I missing something?

1:38:11 or maybe Rosa was looking for other LGBT people to be friends with? Why do they immediately assume she's using LGBT people as shields?

1:39:15 where did she say she fetishisizes LGBT people? The bad faith assumptions are insane

1:40:52 okay, yeah, why was that recording ignored? That's messed up

1:42:26 very much agree, Rosa needs to get rid of Star Giant

1:43:14 STAR SAID THAT, NOT ROSA! WHY ARE YOU GETTING ON ROSA ABOUT SOMETHING STAR SAID?

1:44:37 they haven't let her speak? And when she gets the chance, they doubt or mock or interrupt her

1:47:53 Rosa ISTG 🤦‍♀️

1:51:25 where the hell did that even come from?

1:52:51 I guess those without talent also spend their free time being ableist bullies

1:55:57 and Rosa is the one acting like an anime protagonist?

1:56:12 so, now Lio is insulting Rosa's appearance, that's great and absolutely called for 🙄

1:56:18 "I care very much so about people with disabilities" mmmm, why don't I believe that?

1:56:36 BITCH STOP ASKING! YOU DON'T FUCKING CARE!

1:57:36 GEE, I WONDER WHY SHE WOULD WANT TO LEAVE???

1:57:50 isn’t that why she’s here? Because, so far, a majority of this call is just calling her stupid, saying ableist shit, and blaming her for stuff someone else said

1:58:20 they also cut her off repeatedly and didn't listen to her when she DID specify what she was sorry for and continued to treat her like an idiot

1:58:29 at this point, I'm confused about what Rosa did too, because the most outrageous stuff they've brought up is stuff they said Star Giant said, not Rosa. Again, maybe I'm misunderstanding and I apologize if that's the case but it's not very clear

1:59:29 I wish I was in this call because I have words to say and questions to ask

1:59:51 I don't know what's going on

2:00:01 oh, hey, unnecessary insults again

2:00:51 the way they talk to Rosa makes me wonder if they think SHE'S the groomer

2:01:28 "you've gone off topic so many times" YEAH, SO HAVE YOU AND ALMOST EVERYONE ELSE WHO SPOKE PEACHES! The only Naruto role player is you and your friends

2:02:10 and more ableism

2:02:55 wait, I thought they said earlier someone else snitched on the victims, not Rosa??? Did I misunderstand?

2:04:00 okay, first off, you don't know if she was sick or not Lio, second off knock off the slut-shaming, literally what reason was there for you to say that?

2:04:56 ok, so Lio admits he's threatening her now, and he's also telling her to self delete

2:05:32 wait? Find her family? How? Is he going to stalk her or something? That's a really weird thing to threaten

2:05:41 so Lio acknowledges she's LGBT now, and we know that he knows her parents are her caregivers, but he has no problems outing her to the people she relies on to live

2:05:47 kinda curious what Lio's excuse is for this call happening and everything he said, especially since he's older than Rosa and, apparently, has stronger morals

2:06:04 so you did stalk her? And are now threatening to harass her on her Facebook? Also, reblog is Tumblr you fucking idiot

2:06:31 now Lio is threatening to spread this through her town

2:06:41 couldn't happen to a better person? At the time of this call, you were friends with people more deserving of this vitrol. I wonder how Lio's town and family would react to him verbally abusing and bullying a disabled woman with 60+ people watching and others joining in?

2:07:10 HOW IS THAT ANY OF YOUR BUSINESS???

2:09:15 if I hear that Peaches cried when people called them out for being a litle ableist bitch bully, I'm gonna lose my shit

2:09:38 WHEN DID SHE SAY ANY OF THAT???

2:10:05 sincerely, the slut comment was unnecessary

2:11:22 okay, so, Rosa can't interrupt Lio, but he's free to interrupt her and cut her off whenever he wants

2:11:39 WHAT THE FUCK LIO?!

2:13:13 she sounds so distressed

2:14:25 "say whatever you want about me being a horrible person" you mean in this server full of your friends that have repeatedly interrupted her, twisted her words, and thrown insults at her? Where at least one of them has already excused you spamming your haters, but Rosa apparently can't complain about you?

2:14:49 at this point, I also don't respect you Ziad

2:16:56 and now Ziad sounds like an anime character giving a tragic backstory monolog

2:18:36 clearly since you obviously haven't learned shit

2:19:18 didn’t Ziad say he hoped Rosa got hit by a car on Twitter? (I could be wrong) And several times IN THIS CALL people have told her that she should self delete?

2:19:26 well the ableism isn't false now I guess

2:20:18 wasn't that tweet addressed earlier in the call? Because, from my memory, the tweet wasn't accusing Ziad of being a homicidal maniac, it was an exaggerated way of saying Ziad silences people who are against him

2:20:49 "we're not abusing you!" Highly debatable

2:22:05 ISTG, everytime Peaches talks, I want to bash my head in with a brick

2:22:24 oh, cool, another doctor who can apparently diagnose strangers over Discord

2:24:24 you are a terrible person

2:24:56 I could say the EXACT SAME THING ABOUT ALMOST EVERYONE ON THIS CALL

2:27:39 IT WASN'T ROSA'S SERVER! STOP SPREADING MISINFORMATION!

2:28:50 maybe she just calmed down? Also, I thought she still sounded distressed while talking to Ziad

2:29:38 and yet, here Ziad is taking attention away from the grooming to yell at Rosa about shit on Twitter that, according to these people, shouldn't matter as much as the grooming

2:31:27 was ROSA the one calling Ziad a pedo??? Because that's disgusting and disappointing if so

2:32:12 oh, hey, Sappho's BFF is back

2:33:22 so Ziad DOES go after people with differing opinions??? I'm confused again

2:36:30 most of what you people have brought up isn't relevant to Rosa

2:37:40 LIO DID THREATEN TO TALK TO HER MOM! HOW WAS THAT A FAKE THREAT?

2:37:54 the next time I hear Peaches crying and having a panic attack, I'll just assume that they're lying because their mummy didn't raise them right

2:41:12 I counted, Coyote said the 'r' slur 9 times in a row

2:42:48 legit, those examples aren't even in the same ballpark Lio, and I think you know that

2:42:56 so, wait, Ziad can say his opinion all he wants, and people can't say anything bad about him, but if someone says something HE doesn't agree with (because even if a movie is factually bad, people can still have the opinion that it was good), he’s allowed to rip apart their opinions? That's what I'm getting in this section

2:43:09 and you're a piece of shit Lio, and I guess you always will be 🤷‍♀️

2:43:40 IT WASN'T ROSA'S SERVER AND YOU KNOW THAT LIO! CALLING IT "your server" WHEN SPEAKING TO ROSA MISLEADS THOSE WHO DON'T FUCKING KNOW AND PILES THE RESPONSIBILITIES THAT COME WITH OWNING A SERVER, WHICH ROSA DIDN'T HAVE BECAUSE IT WASN'T HER SERVER, ONTO HER

2:45:01 that's somehow the stupidest fucking suggestion I've ever heard so far. Who the hell would give people bullying them their login info? Quite frankly, I wouldn't be shocked if these people used that to say shit on her accounts and frame her for it

2:47:47 and now Lio is dehumanizing her, great

2:49:12 and fatphobia, because that's not disgusting and uncalled for

2:51:26 is it just me or is Peaches slurring their words?

2:51:58 these people keep bouncing between the Nekopawn situation and Twitter beef between Rosa and Ziad

2:52:45 funny, I'm curious if anyone in this call is sorry for the disgusting shit they said, or if they're just sorry they're now being called out

2:53:03 hasn't Rosa apologized several times in this call for her inaction about Nekopawn? I mean, all fairness, she has brought up how her personal life got in the way almost (if not every) time she said sorry, so I can see why it wouldn't feel genuine

2:53:19 so, Lio's wishing harm upon a disabled person from their caregiver

2:53:57 so, first she's an anime protagonist, and now she's an NPC

2:54:33 I WAS THINKING THE EXACT SAME THING ABOUT THE SENATE

2:54:47 LMAO, THE IRONY 🤣

2:55:59 and you people didn't help that victim and I HIGHLY doubt ANY of these people actually give a shit about kids being groomed after this call. This call has shown me that they just want to bully people in the open, but in a way that makes people think they're good people

2:56:25 SHE DIDN'T SAY THAT PEACHES ISTG!

2:58:08 *cough cough* pot meet kettle *cough cough*

2:59:58 I hope Lio sees my comment, maybe he'll answer all my questions

3:03:30 NO YOU'RE NOT BEING NICE AND YES, YOU ARE YELLING AT HER!

3:03:42 I'd argue most of these people can't come back from this "mistake" of a call

3:06:47 and yet, despite being used, this person clearly doesn't have an OUNCE of empathy or understanding for Rosa

3:09:37 if you gave STAR the evidence, how is it Rosa's fault that STAR told Neko? These people keep bringing up shit Star Giant did and said and demanding Rosa's answers for someone else's actions

3:11:16 Lio, you've lost your temper SEVERAL TIMES in JUST this call alone

3:11:40 so Lio ACKNOWLEDGES that Rosa needs a caretaker and incapable of taking care of herself

3:14:03 ...I feel like that sentence alone says a lot about what this call was actually about...

3:14:18 the fucking dramatic voice 😂 anime protagonist much

3:14:58 didn't Lio literally acknowledge that Rosa was LGBT earlier when he said he would out her to her parents, even if they were homophobic?

3:15:33 I couldn't given everyone was screaming insults at Rosa

3:16:01 well Peaches, I guess YOU would know something about bitch boy tears 🤷‍♀️

3:16:25 Dr Peaches in the house now, diagnosing someone over a fucking Discord call

3:16:36 wait, I didn't know Peaches fought in wars too? Or does Lio think you can only have PTSD if you're a war vet UNLESS he likes you?

3:16:51 I can't tell if Peaches is knowingly lying and twisting Rosa's words, or if they've somehow just convinced themselves that Rosa ACTUALLY said ANY of that, but I'm hoping it's the latter...

3:18:28 ROSA DIDN'T FUCKING SAY THAT!

3:18:38 were they? Because, if memory serves me correct, Blu is the one who initially assumed Rosa said grooming had an expiration date

3:19:35 maybe she gets quiet because everyone interrupts her and doesn't let her speak ... Just a thought...

3:20:06 WHEN DID SHE SAY THAT?????

3:20:50 oh cool, so Lio would murder his own disabled child for not doing enough to stop a predator

3:21:57 Lio quite literally told her she wasn't allowed to leave yet, and told (threatened) her that, if she did, he would contact her parents

3:22:03 if I find out that Peaches couldn't find the time to send an apology to Rosa for this call before deleting their shit, I'm gonna lose it

3:22:36 and abortion jokes. Also, Lio making fun of Rosa's appearance

Again... what is this, the 5th time?

3:23:34 PONDER, THANK EVERYTHING!

3:24:03 Lio back pedaling so fast LOL

3:24:28 she asked for a fucking reason Lio

3:24:55 none of you have even let her say more than 2 sentences at a time, how could she have gone on "tangents"? Also, not Lio fucking lying to Ponder

3:24:57 "never being able to answer direct questions" whenever she tried, someone would cut her off

3:25:03 YES PONDER, THANK YOU!

3:26:20 these fuckers got REAL quiet real fast

3:27:12 no she fucking didn't, stop twisting her words!

3:27:20 Ponder is finally asking the right questions

3:28:03 wow, Lio got real quiet...

3:29:27 thank you Harley and Ponder

3:29:39 fucking idiot

3:31:10 WHEN WERE ANY OF YOU TRYING TO BE NICE???

3:33:04 these bitches are STRUGGLING to explain themselves to Ponder

3:34:50 so many people seem to be leaving the call now that the bullying is done

3:35:40 THERE'S A DIFFERENCE? I'm so glad they called that shit out

3:36:25 Ponder was literally stunned by how stupid Lio sounded

3:37:13 I cannot believe I'm agreeing with Coyote...

3:37:56 I'M SO GLAD THEY CALLED WHOEVER THAT IS OUT ON THAT

3:38:26 how many excuses have you and your friends tried to make for their bullying in the past 15 or so minutes Ponder has been here?

3:39:29 you're letting her speak? You're giving her your patience? Legit when?

3:39:46 OH MY GOD, I WAS NOT EXPECTING SOMEONE TO ACTUALLY CALL THEM ON HOW THEY WERE MAKING EXCUSES

3:41:06 I'm so glad Harley brought up these threats and blackmail

3:41:32 LIO ADMITTED IT WAS A THREAT! AND HE WAS YELLING!

3:42:32 that's because it WAS intimidation

3:44:38 guys got a point, they're beating a dead horse

3:46:09 I'm so glad Ponder called Lio on this shit

3:47:23 THEY CHANGED HER NAME???

3:48:25 well, these people have shown it's unsafe for her

3:49:14 So, it's confirmed Lio knew and never said anything

3:49:58 Lio may not have brought them into this call, but he is (apparently) the owner of this server

3:50:11 Lio can interrupt anyone he wants, but God forbid anyone interrupt Lio

3:50:15 whether he used the slur or not, Lio was still ableist against someone he KNEW was disabled! How many times did he shame Rosa for not having a job or for living with her parents (caretakers!) at 30? He KNEW she couldn't take care of herself, and still repeatedly shamed and mocked her for it as if she was just lazy and stupid rather than incapable. He also continuously mocked her for not understanding "basic" questions and called her "mush mouth" MULTIPLE TIMES! Just because he didn't say the 'r' slur, doesn't mean he wasn't being ableist

Speaking of ableist little bitches, I haven't heard Peaches say anything for a bit and they wouldn't stfu earlier

3:50:49 THANK YOU! I HOPE YOU'RE LISTENING LIO

3:51:39 I'm going to say this rn, I don't believe for a SECOND that Coyote didn't know Rosa was disabled

3:51:49 I'm so glad some of these people are calling Lio out for withholding information about Rosa

3:52:14 that makes no sense and now I'm almost positive Coyote knew she was disabled and is just trying to cover his ass

3:53:09 I do. I think you were trying to make about yourself. You're also continuing to make it about yourself

3:54:45 you're right Lio, this IS your server, so why did it take so long for you to get off your ass and handle this?

3:55:02 "I'm not a qualified therapist" no shit and thankfully

3:55:31 DUDE, THEY WERE PROBABLY SCARED OF YOU AND YOUR POSSE! And, why does it feel like Lio is trying to shift the attention off of him and onto Harley and Grimace (?)

3:56:38 HA! THEY'RE NOT WRONG

I mean, seriously, a few people tried to say Ponder was making excuses for Rosa when she finally said something

3:57:54 people have VOCALLY said the same things

4:00:08 HOW DO YOU KNOW SHE FAKED A PANIC ATTACK AND PRETEND CRIED! YOU'RE JUST ASSUMING THAT

TL;DR I somehow came out of this call more confused about the Nekopawn situation than when I went in, and the stuff these people said was disgusting and nasty and I hope they're reflecting on their actions and apologize to Rosa. Lio may say he doesn't stand by this call because "it happened a year ago" but I don't believe him for a second. I JUST learned about this call 3 days ago, but I used to be subscribed and listened to Lio while drawing, and I haven't heard him address this in ANY of his videos EXCEPT for a small section in one of his latest video where all he really says is that he's working on a video (correct me if I'm wrong) and bitching about how people are JUST now getting mad about this call, when, IDK about anyone else, but, again I JUST learned about this call

I'm still planning on listening to what Lio says, but I think I'm going to struggle to believe anything he says

I hope Ponder eventually listened to the entire call and saw how they lied to her and twisted Rosa's words...

[noodlesfics]

Jujutsu Kaisen characters at an airport

Gojo

"Gojo, we have been here for 3 fucking hours and our luggage still isn't hear!" You shouted to him. "What do you expect me to do Sugar? I can't make this process go faster!" He shouted back. Everyone had left the airport apart from you two. You were supposed to have your luggage to get to your hotel. You came up with the idea a month ago to go to America together for a break and this is how it's turned out. "Just ask that woman if she can track them or something." You told him. "Hi Miss, we haven't got our luggage back and we kind off need it." He said to the woman behind the desk. She started typing away before saying, "I've managed to find your bags, it seems that you sent them to Egypt instead of America." She said eying him. "WHAT THE FUCK GOJO!?", "IT'S NOT MY FAULT!"

Nanami

He's so organized that you don't need to worry about anything. Gives you money so you can go off and buy sweets or souvenirs. Just make sure you stay with him though because he doesn't want to worry about losing you. He already has to deal with Gojo, don't make things worse for him. He once made the mistake of trusting you with all the tickets and bags and it didn't end well, so he made himself permanently in charge of any travelling activities.

Geto

He lost you at the airport. He saw the flight come up that he had to get on and decided to go thinking that you were waiting for him already on the plane. You were on a different plane, the one he was supposed to get on to go to England with you but he wasn't there. As soon as he couldn't spot you on the plane he called you "Darling where are you?" "I'm on the plane, why?" "I can't see you anywhere!" "Oh God, what plane are you on? Where are you going!?" "Wait a sec." *faint mumbling* "It seems that I'm on a plane to Argentina."

Toji

You didn't wake up in a nice comfy bed to get to the airport, you woke up at the airport. You really think this guy can afford lodging!? Toji spent his time awake looking at all of the flight times for the holiday you payed for. In fact, he spent so much time looking at the flights that he fell asleep with you next to him. "TOJI WAKE THE FUCK UP NOW!" You screamed directly into his ear. "We have missed our flight dumbass!" He was just waking up now. "Well if we run we can make it." He said. You shouted again, "WE ARE 5 HOURS LATE!"

Itadori

You made the mistake of giving him some holiday money that you were going to spend when you arrived. There were clear instructions that he had to be sensible with the money and not blow it all. An hour later he came back with about 8 bags filled with junk and all your holiday money gone! He apologised saying that the salespeople were very persuasive and that he got you a present. Out of all the 8 bags and all the money gone he got you a bag of marshmallows.

Megumi

Everything was fine until Gojo decided to tag along. Megumi kept you close to him and kept a close eye on all the things you needed. You all decided to get food but you were all kicked out because Gojo dropped his food all over an elderly couple. There were a few close calls to where you may have been kicked out of the entire airport! "Gumi give me some money real quick." "Why?" "Just do it." You ran to the shop and got Gojo a plushie and a bag of sweets to keep him occupied. It was smooth sailing after you got the man-child under control.

[gretavangroupie]

Muse (Part 5)

Word count: 7.7k+

Pairing: Danny x Female Reader

Summary: After a blow out at the bar one night, Danny is left questioning the nature of his relationship with his enemy the bartender.

Warnings: 18+ as always, language, drinking, sexual situations, smut, fluff.

Part Four

Muse Playlist

A/N: Special shoutout to my beta, my co-writer, and my dear friend @gvfjess . Every wonderful, amazing, sexy part of this story came from her big beautiful brain. Muse would absolutely not be what it is without her and I cannot thank her enough for her love and support through this process. We have loved writing this together and hope you love it too.

Without Further Ado...

DANNY POV

Her eyes look up at you with her lips wrapped around your dick. She slides her mouth up and down your length as your hand guides her head. You can feel the burn in your stomach, and you tense up. She blinks at you as she nods her head, asking for it down her throat. As you are about to blow, your eyes open. 

Fuck… God dammit, get out of my head. It has been weeks… 

Appearing in your dreams almost nightly, edging your orgasm just as many times, you see her face and are reminded every single morning when you wake up, just how badly you fucked up. You over reacted, and you said things you didn’t mean. You haven’t spoken since.

No…fuck her for saying that. You know she was lying. You could feel it. You know she felt it too.

But also fuck her for talking to Josh…she cant be fucking you and talking to him too… 

But she can, and did. You know you never set any boundaries with each other, so nothing was really off the table. You don’t even know why you feel Jealous. She told you she didn’t have feelings for him. You have to get your mind off of her. It’s done. There is no going back. You won’t.

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The last show of this leg, and the adrenaline still coursing through your body has you feeling like you’re on fire. The fans were really showing out tonight, one catching your eye in particular. You grab a crew member and pull them to the side. 

“There was a girl right up front, she had on a red top, brown hair, short, had a Danny sign. Go tell her I want to meet her.” You say.

Fuck, what am I doing…this is a bad idea. 

God if this doesn’t work, what will? Surely fucking someone else will break this transfixion.

A few minutes later the crew member appears walking up to you, with the girl in tow so you turn it on for her, despite what you’re actually feeling.

“Hey, nice to meet you! Did you enjoy the show?” You ask her. You can tell she is nervous. “Don’t be nervous, I’m just a regular person. What’s your name?”

“Yes, I did enjoy the show, you were amazing. I’m Annie.” She says, the crew member walking away, leaving the two of you alone.

“Well, thank you, we like to have a good time, but I have to admit you did catch my eye out there… you are gorgeous.” You say. “I saw your sign and knew I had to meet you.”

“Wow, you could see me out there?” She asks.

“Of course, I have the best seat in the house. I had my eyes on you all night.” You say.

“Oh, wow… you’re a flirt aren’t you?” She asks.

“When I see something I want…” you reply.

“And what exactly is that?” She says.

“You. Do you want to get a drink?” You ask.

“Sure.” She replies.

This is too easy, not even a fight…

“Let’s go, we will go meet the guys at the bar near the hotel.”

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An hour later you are with everyone at the bar and you throw back the rest of your third drink. Alcohol no longer numbing the pain in your chest. 

“Do you want to get out of here?” You ask her.

She nods her head and links her arm through hers. 

Josh and Sam smirk, shaking their heads at you as you walk away. 

You make your way back to your hotel room and she is all over you once the door shuts. Her hands are reaching to take your shirt off, her hands far too rough across your body. Her hands reach into your hair, pulling at your scalp, as you wince in pain. 

Fuck, take it easy.

You shake it off and push through. You lift her shirt over her head, and her tits break free from the top. 

She does have great tits.

You reach up and grab them in your hands.

She really is a pretty girl…

She kisses your neck, wet and hard. You push her down on the bed and take her shoes off, before sliding her jeans and panties off. Her body is hot, but so different. Pushing her from your mind yet again you focus back on Annie.

“Do you want to do this?” You ask placing your hands on her thighs. 

“Of course I want you.” She replies, folding to your words.

You grab a condom out of your toiletry bag, it dawns on you that you haven’t been using a condom with lately. Never even crossed your mind.

You roll it on and crawl between her legs leaning down kissing her lips. You can tell she wants you, but you don’t feel the spark. She’s hot, but she’s not her. You just want your girl. 

She was never even yours. You didn’t even give her a chance.

Fuck…Annie.

You kiss her back, harder. Taking in every inch of her she is willing to offer. 

You reach your hand down and run it through her wetness, before sliding into her. 

She feels tight around your cock and you begin to pump into her. A loud moan coming from her mouth. You look down at her, her eyes are closed enjoying the sensation of you inside of her. 

You start to thrust harder into her, her screams echoing through the room as she calls your name over and over.

Why isn’t this turning you on…. It doesn’t make sense.

“Turn around, get on your hands and knees.” You say and she does as she’s told.

Maybe, from this position.

You pull her hips to meet yours and pound into her. She continues to call your name and you feel yourself getting close. You close your eyes, and for a split second you think of her. Her face, her perfectly soft skin and the noises she makes when you get her close.

With a few more strokes Annie tightens around you as she finishes, screaming your name.

You not far behind her. Thoughts of your girl flooding your brain as you cum. 

Annie is a beautiful girl, but you just cant seem to shake the memories from your head. You pull out and walk to the bathroom, returning with a washcloth. You bend over and kiss her on the cheek before pulling your boxers back on. 

Well this did absolutely nothing. I will not be doing this again any time soon.

All you can think about is getting her out of here so you can go to sleep and end this day.

“Thanks Danny, you were amazing…” she says with doe eyes.

Oh please, I wasn’t even trying….

“Thanks beautiful so were you.” You reply, a lie.

Didn’t even hold a candle to her…

“I think I am gonna go, I have to get back to my friends at our hotel.” She says.

“Hate to ask but can you sign something really quick? You say, grabbing a packet from the manilla envelope in your hotel bag. The crew member told you he slipped it in your bag before you left the venue, just in case.

“What?” She asks.

“It’s just a document that you won’t talk about anything that happened tonight, with anyone.” You say.

“Oh, I won’t say anything…” she says.

“Im sorry, but I really need you to sign this anyways. Just a formality. You know, protects us both.” You say. 

“Um, sure, okay I guess so.” She replies, signing the 2 pages quickly.

Thank god, no one will have to know about this.

“Thanks. I had a great time tonight, thank you for hanging out with me.” You say.

She smiles “Me too….” and walks out the hotel room door. 

Fuck…

You lay in the bed, with the lights off, rubbing your hands over your face, disgusted with yourself. 

That poor girl. You’re such a dick.

HER POV 

The nights at the bar have been long without your favorite customers, and you cant help but feel anxious knowing that they will be back any day.

You have thought of Danny pretty much every single day since you left, slamming his front door in his face. His words cut you deep. You can hardly admit to yourself that you miss him. You don't even know why you do. You found yourself looking at his social media a few times over the past few weeks, quickly exiting out of it before you started to feel anything. Kicking yourself every time. 

Getting ready for your regulars for the night you wipe the counter and restock the coolers.

The bell rings over the door, and you check the clock and see its 10:15.

Must be Randall… never misses 10:15.

You turn around, about to greet him when you see them.

They’re back.

You swallow hard, this is the first time you have seen him since that day. A shiver runs through your body as you make eye contact with him. You quickly avert your eyes as Josh bounds over to the bar.

“We are back! Did you miss us?” He asks cheerfully.

“Hi! I did miss you guys! Glad to see your smiling faces.” You reply.

The other guys walk over to their usual spot, Josh letting them know he would grab the drinks.

“Just everyones usual tonight….You know, I did miss you, you’re fun.” He says.

You begin to make the drinks, “Aww Josh, you can always text me if you want to, I am here to listen to whatever fascinating topic is running through your brain at any given moment.” You say say smiling and laughing. 

“You know, I just might. Could use a friendly face popping up on my phone every now and then.” He smiles.

Is he flirting with you?

You look over at the table of guys, where Danny is sitting with his leg crossed over his knee, his jaw hardened as he stares into the back of Josh’s head. 

“We got a new toy while you were gone… go check out our new electronic jukebox. I’ll add a few credits on there for you guys.” you say, nodding your head to the corner of the room, near the pool tables.

“Oh, very nice… I will go see what I can find!” He says, grabbing the drinks and walking off.

You pull out the tablet, and add credits to the machine. He sets the drinks down on the table and makes his way over to the machine. 

He chooses a few songs and gives you a thumbs up. The songs begin to ring out through the sound system filling the bar with happy tunes.

They chat amongst themselves for a little while and you keep yourself busy at the bar cleaning and restocking. 

A while later you notice Danny stand up and start to head towards the bar.

Okay, this is it…

“Whiskey neat.” He says coldly, barely looking at you.

You shudder back in shock at the harshness of his tone.

“Really? All the shit that has happened, and thats all you have to say? You cant even look me in the eye when you do it? Don’t know why I even expected anything more than that.” You say, slamming the glass on the counter, pouring the drink. 

You push it forward to him and he looks up at you the butterflies in your stomach swirling, slowly awakening.

“I hope you know that Josh is only being nice to you because that’s who he is… You can stop with the ridiculous giggling and the doe-eyed smiles, because he would never stoop low enough to actually fuck you. Pathetic.” He grabs his drink and walks off. 

Oh fuck you Danny…

You grab the tablet, from under the counter, and put a song in the queue for the jukebox, adding another blow to come later in the night.

You sit and wait. 

About twenty minutes later, the sweet sweet sounds of Carly Simon’s ‘You’re So Vain’ begins to ring through the bar, a smirk crossing your face as he slowly turns his head and makes eye contact with you. 

He knows.

You raise your eyebrows in challenge as he shakes his head, standing up and walking to the bathroom. 

That’s right asshole.

Josh walks over to the bar, to get another drink. A smile on your face as you are so pleased with yourself. 

“I don’t remember putting this one on the queue…” He says with a questioning smile.

“Hmm, must have been someone else.” You reply.

“Yeah, maybe so…” He says with a puzzled look.

“Another drink?” You ask.

“Yeah another for all of us.” He says, his eyes lingering on yours a little longer than normal.

You notice, but continue making the drinks and hand them to him when you’re done.

“Thanks sugar.” He says with a soft smile before walking away.

A while later you hear a commotion coming from their table.

“Oh Danny…Daniel, Oh god!” You hear Sam scream out in a mocking voice. Your interest piqued. The guys are all hysterically laughing. Well except Danny.

“Danny, oh Danny!!” He yells out again. 

Danny reaches over the table to try and smack him, but Sam is quick and ducks just in time, laughing.

“Dude that was the funniest shit I ever heard!” Jake says. “Gotta love tour…”

“Did you kick her out right after or what? Didn’t see her around the next morning.” Josh asks.

They must have no idea you can hear every word they are saying. 

A pang of jealousy creeps across your chest.

“Yeah dude she left. Right after. Can we please talk about something else. Don’t make me re-live that shit.” He says.

So it’s true… he must have slept with someone while they were gone…

He looks over at you after the conversation died down, his eyes connecting with yours.  Looking almost forlorn as the realization that you heard every word, washes over him. 

Sam approaches the bar, and orders one more drink. 

“That was quite the chuckle you guys were having over there…” You say, hoping he will elaborate. 

“Yeah we were just giving ol’ Daniel some shit about his groupie the other night.” He says drunkenly. 

“Oh yeah? He got with a groupie? I thought you guys didn’t do that?” You ask playing it off, secretly begging for more information. 

“We don’t! But I guess she was hot! I don’t know, he has been weird lately. Anyways, we are just giving him shit because she was so loud…we could hear her through the walls… thought it was never gonna end! Cheers!!” He says laughing sauntering back to his table.

You purse your lips and suck a hard breath into your lungs. 

He fucked someone else. Of course he did.

Josh walks back up to the bar to close out the bar tab for the night. “Ahh, it's good to be back, never a dull moment.” He says.

“You can say that again.” You quip.

“You seem tense, what’s wrong?” He asks.

“Ah, nothing just a lot on my mind tonight.” You reply. 

He places his hand on top of yours, “You can talk to me…” He says.

“Thanks, Josh.” You smile at him.

You can see Danny cutting his eyes at you from across the room so you continue, hoping he feels the same jealousy you’re feeling. 

You slide Josh the receipt and he signs it sliding it back to you. The guys walk up to the bar, Danny hanging back in the group.

Come on…..any second now.

You wait for your second song to play and you couldn’t have timed it more perfectly when you hear the opening notes begin to play. ‘The Chain’ by Fleetwood Mac echos loudly through the now almost empty bar. 

“Oh I love this song!” Sam says… 

Oh Sammy, you poor innocent fool, you have no idea…

Danny stares directly into you soul as the chorus plays, resonating so deeply with your exact feelings towards him in this moment.

Listen to the lyrics, Danny. This one is for you.

He motions for them to go and Josh stops him.

“I think I’m gonna hang back and chat with her while she closes up. You all go without me.” He says.

Danny’s eyes flick to yours and a smirk sneaks across your lips. His jaw tightens and he storms out the door, the bell ringing as he leaves. 

Checkmate.

Talking to Josh was so easy. Completely effortless, not a mean word could leave his lips, you’re convinced. He is sweet and tender and intentional with everything he says. You talk for hours but it only feels like minutes. 

Why have we never talked like this before?

He wants to know all about you, about your life. He asks about your interests and things you love. It’s a nice change. You tell him jokes, he throws his head back laughing and his cheeks dimple in happiness.

He is sorta beautiful, now that you look at him.

You realize that you haven’t thought about Danny in a few hours. 

This could work.

“It’s getting late, the bar closed hours ago…” you say.

“I know, it guess I just got lost in conversation…” He says with a smile.

“How about a night cap? I have most of this at my apartment.” You say, suggestively gesturing to all the alcohol behind you.

“I think I could probably do that.” He says.

“You can just follow me there.” You reply.

You close up the bar and he walks you to your car before walking to his own. 

He’s also a gentleman…

He follows you to your apartment parking right next to you. You both make your way up to your  door, and you walk inside, immediately walking to the kitchen to make you both a drink. A drink which turns into 2 or 3, followed by unfiltered thoughts. Touches and glances. Kisses and moans. Furious, fumbling hands taking off each others clothes. 

He lays you on the bed in your dark bedroom, a tiny sliver of moonlight peeking through the curtain and you feel him gently crawl over top of you.

“You sure you want to do this?” He asks, his words slurring slightly.

“Yes, Josh.” You reply through panting breaths. All you can think about is his touch, the way he feels against you, so warm.

“You know, I have to admit, I have thought about this more than a few times…” he says.

“How many?” You ask, as he presses a soft kiss to your neck.

“More than I should admit.” He admits.

His lips press gently to yours, a tingle running through your spine at the new sensation.

His hands run over your naked body and feel every inch and curve, with thought and purpose.

“So beautiful, always thought so…” He says kissing down your throat with his wet and soft lips. “Want you so bad.” He says. His fingers run across your lips, tracing their outline.

Your mind is racing and you cant help but think about how you have seen the signs of this all along, never quite putting it together. 

His lingering eyes at the bar, his comforting conversations, the gentle touches… It all lead up to this. He did invite you to that party for a reason… Danny was right… and you went when he asked.

His soft hands slide up against your body, in a way much softer than Danny’s do. The rigidity of Danny’s hard frame providing stability and excitement, and Josh’s sweeter softer body, providing the warmth comfort of a friend and lover. Pushing thoughts of Danny from your mind you make your choice.

“Josh, please, fuck me.” You say, begging for his touch.

“I’m gonna make you feel so good, baby.” He says. You smell the alcohol on his breath, it making him brave.

He aligns himself with you, and pushes into you slowly, and you feel him fill you. Your eyes roll back from the delicious pressure. It’s a different pressure but, perfect none the less.

“God, you feel so good. So perfect.” He says. “Just wanna fuck you slow. You’re so gorgeous.” He whines. His words like honey coating your sore, aching heart, encasing it with warmth and words that heal the wounds. 

He begins to pull out of you pushing back in with gentle force repeating the motion over and over. He is a tender lover and it feels so good. So refreshing. So normal.

“Josh, you feel so good, but please, you have to go faster. Want you harder. I just…want you.” You beg.

“I don’t want to be too rough, don’t wanna hurt you…s’not my thing.… But I will, for you.…anything you want.” he pants.

He picks up his pace and hits your g spot perfectly, a moan coming from your mouth as you clench around him, your hands reaching into his mess of curls, skimming the sides of his shaved head, soft like crushed velvet.

He feels so good, he’s so gentle. He cares. He wants this. 

“God you are so fucking perfect, just want to make you feel good.” He says.

With a few more pumps into your sensitive core you feel like you’re getting close. Looking up at him, a tiny crease has formed in-between his eyebrows. His skin is dewy in the dim light. A glint of moonlight catches his tiny hoop earrings, glowing softly. 

He is so warm and gentle. This must be what home feels like. How have you never seen it before?

“Josh, I’m gonna cum. Cum with me?” You ask him, your fingernails placing small crescent shapes into his neck. You want to have this moment with him. Need to share this with him.

“Yes, I’m right there. Squeeze me beautiful. Want to feel you around me.” He says looking into your soul, with one final thrust.

As you tighten around him, his jaw goes slack and a groan falls from his lips as you feel his warm release flowing into you, setting off your own orgasm. 

This wasn’t the earth shattering, intense build up orgasm you’d grown used to lately. This was soft and fulfilling, the kind that sends a sigh of relief through your nervous system, putting your body completely at ease. In fact the best way you could describe things with Josh would be, at ease. 

Because it was, easy.

So easy and so natural. 

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As you lay with him afterwards, you can see the rise and fall of his chest as he sleeps peacefully next you. As if he has always been here, in your bed.  Your mind races with thoughts of what you truly want. 

You definitely have feelings for Danny but its harsh and volatile. You crave the toxicity of each other, always wanting more. Never satisfied with one another. Always wanting.

But then there’s Josh who is perfect and wonderful and everything you’ve ever hoped for, for yourself. His touch is tender and sweet and everything you are supposed to want in a lover. But the crackling flame of desire within you will never be satisfied with a gentle lover, and you’re not sure he will ever be able to give you more than gentle. It’s not who he is.

You eventually fall asleep, wondering how this will play out between the three of you. The feeling of an impending war looming. 

DANNY POV

‘You all go without me…’

y

You process what Josh said.

What is his angle? 

I can’t believe after everything, she is going to run to Josh. Tell him everything I have said and done. I’m going to be the bad guy, yet again. Why does she want to tell him anyways… 

You get in your car, slamming the door. Turning the key in the ignition and sitting there. Your heart is pounding in your chest. An unwelcome feeling pitting in your stomach. 

If she’s trying to send a message it is loud and fucking clear…

You throw your car into reverse, wheels spinning on the gravel parking lot, kicking rocks into the air. As you drive, music rings far too loudly through the car speakers, the bass shaking the feeling from your stomach. You cut the car off quickly as you pull into your parking spot, throwing your door open and stepping out, making your way to your front door.

As you walk into your apartment the feeling returns. 

What is this?

Jealousy? No… you know she doesn’t like Josh, she told you herself. 

Anger? Maybe, you are pretty pissed off that Sam outed you about the groupie. She was never supposed to know. 

It hits you.

Guilt….

I mean, I know I shouldn’t have gotten with that groupie, but FUCK…

You were just trying to get her off your mind. She wanted you to leave her alone… you needed to figure out how. You’re still trying to figure it out. 

The look in her eyes when she heard…like someone carved her heart out and placed it still beating on a silver platter. 

You sit on your couch, flipping through TV channels, landing on the PGA channel. 

Remember when you were talking to her about golf…you didn’t even know it was her, but still you were drawn to her.

Dammit.

You turn off the tv, and walk to the kitchen, grabbing the bottle of Jameson, drinking it straight from the bottle. 

A sigh leaving your throat at the burn when you remove the bottle from your lips. 

The feeling in your stomach suddenly replaced with a new warm feeling.

That’ll do.

Your sweatpants are slung low on your hips as you walk to you bedroom, bottle in hand, ready to feel something other than this. You place the half empty bottle on the nightstand, and you step into your closet to turn off the light that was left on. 

Knowing it will be a cold night, you pick the shirt up off the top of the laundry basket, and your breath catches sharply as you hold it in your hand. The realization hitting you as strongly as the smell drifting off of the shirt. 

You slide it over your body, the collar loose and stretched, worn in just right, breathing in the smell of her, now all over you. A desolate feeling engulfing your chest. 

You find your lips taking another drink from the bottle, praying it will dull the gaping hole inside your chest, growing larger by the minute.

How did you fuck this up so bad? Why?

You turn off the lamp and pull back the comforter, sitting on the bed before swinging your legs into the sheets, your head landing on the pillows, instinctively throwing your arm across the bed, only to be met with cold, empty cotton. Pulling your arm back into you, you lay your hand on your chest.

You close your eyes, begging sleep to take you away, but it doesn’t. You’re met with blackness, and blurred memories, flashing behind your eyes like film projector.… The same ones that have haunted you every night this week. This time they are just a little more fuzzy with the alcohol in your system.

You roll over, hoping the change in positions will clear your mind. The first night you saw her plays through your mind. The first time you fucked up. 

No.

You roll again to your other side. You try to think of anything. Anything other than her.

Her.

Her hair falling perfectly across her face, the first night you felt something for her. Her hands tucking the stray hairs behind her ear. Her neck showing the thrum of her heart beating forcefully in her chest as you watched her. Giving away her every move and intention. You knew you had to have her. To consume her completely. 

FUCK…you want her. 

You throw the comforter off of your body and stand up placing your interlaced fingers over the top of your head as you pace the dark room.

I have to get this out of me. I have to do it the way I always do. The only way that works. The way that has always shown me the right answer, whether it be the one I want to hear or not.

You grab the bottle off your nightstand, and walk down the hallway to your office. It has been a while since you’ve been in here. It’s cold, and undisturbed. You pull the string on the lamp that glows bright amber through the room. You sling the desk drawer open and find a piece of paper, and a pencil sitting, waiting, before placing them on the desk. You rest your elbows on the desk, your hands cradling your face before laying your head onto your crossed arms, letting the emotions you have pushed down for so long, finally rise to the top. 

You wonder if this is how every musician creates music, living in so much pain and regret that the only way to release it is to let it flow through your fingers as the notes say everything you cant. 

Pushing back from the desk you spin in the chair to face your wall of instruments. You grab an acoustic guitar and hold the cold wood against you, letting notes ring out from your fingers. The vibration of the guitar body against you, shrouding the guilt with a new purpose.  

The notes flow naturally out of you, sparking a new flame within your chest. You set the guitar down and roll back to the desk grabbing the pencil and trying to write the words you feel in your chest. The pencil scratches across the paper as you write, re write and write again. The perfect words coming slowly… 

You were my mine.

You are my star, my light. 

The guiding light I couldn’t see. 

You were my universe. 

Queen of my universe. 

You were my queen…  yes. Thats it. 

I had everything to take.  

To take.... That could work.

I am a pawn, pushed around to your will.

I traded you away.  

I worshipped you.  I did. I do, still do. 

I only wanted you to stay.  

I only worshipped you, away.

That’s it. It’s exactly right, you traded her away. Gave her up so willingly.

You can hear it now, clear as day in your head. It’s perfect. You realize now why it didn’t come to you with the guitar. You need something sweeter. The mandolin.  You pluck it off the wall, and strum out the chords, selecting them carefully. Making sure to record so you don’t lose this idea, you hit record and sing. 

“You were my queen, to take…I only worshipped you, away…”

The mandolin rings out in a way that reminds you of the sunshine in her smile, and you know this is it. This is for her. 

Your muse.

As you continue to play, your mind wanders, finally coming the the realization that only music helps you find. Your songs tell the story of your emotions for you. You give yourself away when you play, you always have.

You love her and you pushed her away. You made her feel less than she is to you, which happens to be everything. You made her believe you didn’t want her, to protect your own heart. You used her as a pawn to mend your own broken heart, breaking hers in the process. 

How could you be so fucking dense. You love her, and you have always loved her whether you like it or not. 

You think she might just love you too. You hope.

You have to make this right, you have to tell her how you feel. No more games. If you tell her how you feel and she doesn’t want you, so be it, but you will not live with letting her think you don't want her. 

God you want her. 

You know you have to go to her. You glance at the clock, 4:42am.

Fuck. First thing in the morning. No excuses. 

You toss and turn in your bed, you cant believe you love her. 

Actually, you can. Her beautiful face haunting you for weeks. Her smile, filling every room with light. Her wit, and charm. She can hold her own against you and it makes your fire for her burn hotter than it ever has. She’s beautiful, everything you wanted, and everything you refused to see. And the sex…

You jump out of bed, and take a quick shower, getting dressed and talking yourself up on what you’re going to say, starting with ‘I’m sorry’.

As you head out the door, you pass the office and have the thought of bringing the mandolin with you. Maybe you can show her how you feel this way. Grabbing it you snatch your keys from the hook and are out the door.

Your chest is tight and your stomach in knots. You can’t remember the last time you were this nervous about anything. Playing in front of thousands of people doesn’t hold a candle to the nerves in your chest. 

You find an empty spot in the parking lot, the sun just starting to peek over the tree tops. You grab the instrument sitting in the front seat and walk up the steps to her apartment. Your heart is pounding so hard. You go to knock but stop yourself to catch your breath. You step to the railing, peering out over the parking lot to calm your nerves. You close your eyes and give yourself one more pep talk.

This is it. My last chance. She’s already so far out of my reach, whatever I say now needs to perfectly articulate how I feel. 

How do you explain to someone that you need them like your lungs need to breathe?

That you’re so scared of hurting them that you pushed them away, all to protect them? 

It feels like a bullshit excuse even to you, but it’s the only explanation you have for all of the back and forth leading up to where you both are right now. 

All I need is one more chance. You’re ready to be all in. You want her. All of her. 

You open your eyes and take a deep breath. When a familiar sight catches your eye, making you double take.

Josh? What’s he…

Your heart drops into your stomach. A swirling sick feeling rising in your chest.

‘You all go without me…’ 

The blood drains from your face and your body goes numb.

You can’t believe your fucking eyes. You walk right down the stairs, making your way to the Jeep to make absolutely sure its his. 

You knew they were close, and you knew he stayed to talk to her last night, but you had convinced yourself you were overreacting and that they were just close friends. Nothing else. Not this.

Your memory flashes back to that night in your apartment, her anger seething after you implied something was going on with Josh and her adamantly stating it was nothing.

Liar.

As you reach the car you peer into the drivers window looking for the tell tale sign, and you see it. A tiny polaroid sitting on the instrument cluster. A picture of Rosie. Sam made all of you take one stating she was the cutest one in the band and deserves to be seen at all times.

Then you see his orange beaded necklace hanging from the rearview mirror. 

Son of a bitch.

Your stomach turns and your chest gets tight thinking about the girl who you were ready to finally open your heart to, being in bed with your bandmate.

Hell, your brother. 

The one she said she had no feelings for.

You can feel your anger bubbling up threatening to explode. 

Who even fucking knows if they made it to the bed. Knowing her they’ve probably fucked on half of the surfaces in her apartment by now. 

I fucking knew it.

You get right back into your car, screeching out of the parking lot, heading back to your place to figure out how you are going to be in the same room with him for the entire day.

You can’t believe it’s happening again. 

Another girl ripping your heart to shreds.

HER POV

Your eyes open and see a blurry figure next to you. 

Josh?

Your brain flashes through visions of the night, the drinks, the sex. The amazing, wonderful, tender sex. A smile crosses your face. Your arm reaches over sliding down his bare back. 

His hand reaches over his body grasping your hand in his as he rolls to face you. He was sleeping hard, he has a red crease across his face from the pillow case. Even so, the morning sun shining into the room illuminates his amber brown eyes in an ethereal way, looking like wet withered rings on the inside of a mahogany tree. 

He is truly stunning in the sunlight. 

“Good morning” he whispers out, his voice still asleep and a little gravely. 

You smile, “It is, a good morning.”

He leans over and places his hand on your cheek, you turning your face into his touch. His lips gently meet your forehead. 

“I wish I could stay here and spend the morning telling you how beautiful you are, but we have the 8:00am time slot at the studio.” He says groaning into the pillow. 

“Go, don’t worry about me. You’ll see me tonight. ” You smile.

He kisses your forehead again, “Wouldn’t miss it.” 

He gets up from the bed, grabbing his clothes from the floor. You never noticed how chiseled his body is, very clear abs and the perfect v leading into his groin. A tiny bit of hair lines his happy trail. His arms are strong and the muscle noticeable, when not covered in clothes.

You smile to yourself as you watch him. He ties his shoes and walks back to the bed placing one knee on it leaning towards you. He cups your head and kisses you so perfectly on the lips, lingering for just a second before you feel him pull away, eyes fluttering open. 

“Tonight.” He says walking through the room and out the door. 

The butterflies in your stomach, absolutely taking flight. 

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DANNY POV

You feel her presence before you see her, tonight. 

You can already feel your heart beating faster and the back of your neck hot with anger. 

You’ve been dreading this moment all day, knowing you would round out the evening here like you always do. 

Not feeling brave enough to make eye contact yet, you settle at your usual table as Josh volunteers to grab the first round. It takes all your strength to not roll your eyes or say something you’ll regret. 

You feel like you’re going to be sick, watching him walk up to the bar with just a bit more enthusiasm than normal. Smiling, laughing with her. 

You see her eyes light up at his presence, a bright shade of pink blooming in her cheeks and a smile crossing her lips.  

Fuck. I need a drink immediately.

Josh comes back with everyone’s drink order, placing your whiskey neat in front of you and patting you on the shoulder. 

You think you hear him mumble something about a good job at rehearsal today but your mind is anywhere but small talk. 

You down the whiskey in a few deep gulps and slam your glass back on the table. 

The rest of your group staring at you with concerned faces, almost in shock.

“You good, Daniel? I haven’t even taken a sip yet…” Sam laughs as he brings the bottle of beer to his lips. 

“Yeah man… didn’t get much sleep last night. Counting on a whiskey slumber tonight.” you quip with a half-hearted laugh.

You realize you either need to face her and get another drink, or patiently wait for your group to catch up. 

Before you can consider the consequences of each, Sam is shouting for her attention.

“Hey, pretty lady!” he yells from the table. Her eyes quickly finding him as she obviously avoids meeting yours. 

“My friend Daniel here, needs a refill ALREADY. I think there was a hole in his glass. Why don’t we do a round of shots too, I think we could all use a night of fun.” he wiggles his eyebrows and laughs as he sits back down. 

You try not to let her catch you staring as she pours your drink and lines up the shot glasses. You can’t help but notice how good she looks as she is moving the metal shaker back and forth in the air. 

You shake your head and let out a breath, trying to figure out how to act when she finally makes her way to the table.

HER POV

Fuck, pull it together. 

Your hands are shaking while pouring the drinks for the guys. Anxiety blooming quickly in your chest.

You can’t deny how amazing last night with Josh was, but you feel an extreme pit of guilt in your stomach about Danny. 

How the fuck did I get here? Maybe if I put the drinks down fast and pretend I have another order to make I can escape without having to talk to either of them.

When you make your way over to their table, you aren’t so lucky.

“Alright!! Hey! Have a shot with us!” Sam pleads.

You stare at him, contemplating your choices. 

“Here, you can have mine. Doesn’t mix well with my beer.” Jake offers you with a smile. 

You reluctantly take the shot from his hand and turn your attention back to Sam, putting every ounce of control you have towards avoiding the rest of the table. He looks at you and raises his eyebrows.

Shit. This is not going to be good.

“To the best bartender around…” Sam lifts his shot to you and everyone tips their head back and follows suit. 

The harsh liquid warming your throat on the way down. Praying it will give you the courage to make it through the rest of the night.

“Bartending isn’t the only thing she’s known for around here, huh?” you hear Danny say under his breath. 

What?

You cut your eyes to him. His eyes are dilated to a dark piecing black, and you can practically see the anger radiating off of his body.

Fuck. He knows. Did Josh tell him? 

You look around nervously swallowing. 

What the fuck is going on?

“What’s that supposed to mean?” Josh asks, an edge lacing his tone. 

Eyes pleading with Danny, you know his decision is made and he won’t hold back.

Oh no…Josh…

“Well, I mean she is pretty good lay, too. At least I think so… What do you think, Josh? Saw your car at her apartment before the sun came up this morning. Did she fuck you so good? Fuck you right to sleep? She’s good at that.” he asks pointedly, letting out a small scoff.

You feel all of the color drain from your face. The shot glass you’re holding in your hands falls to the floor, glass shattering around your feet. You’re too stunned to move. 

Josh’s face goes through a mix of emotions all within a few seconds. Confusion turning into sadness. Then into anger, maybe even disappointment. You can see the hurt in his eyes, realizing that Danny had you first. You’re ready for him to join in on the attack, bracing yourself for the impact of his words.

“Danny. I think you need to shut your fucking mouth. Now. Before you say anything else that you’ll regret. We can talk about this in private. Not here.” he tries to reason with his bandmate who clearly has more to say, by the look on his face.

What? He is defending me…

“No, I think we should all talk now. That way Jake and Sammy can know what they are getting themselves into if she tries to go four for four with us.” his tone oozes resentment. 

Wow. 

You can feel the tears forming in your eyes.

“Go on… Tell them how we’ve been fucking for weeks. Sneaking around after hours… Pretending to hate each other, while we fuck our brains out behind closed doors. Tell poor Josh here, that he isn’t the only one who has been inside you lately. Whore…” He seethes.

Ouch. That stung. Please don’t cry, not in front of all of them. 

You got yourself into this.

Not a second goes by before Josh is on his feet and in Danny’s face.

“Don’t you ever speak like that to her again. Especially here?! Where she fucking WORKS?! This is exactly why you will never be with her, dude. You are a fucking dick. Why would she want to be with someone who isn’t even man enough to treat her with respect?  Get a fucking grip. This conversation is finished, the three of us can continue it elsewhere.” He fumes.

He meets your eyes, and you think you see tears starting to well, but he tears them away before you can see for sure. 

“Jake, can you get the tab? I need to go.” his voice is low and weak, breaking your heart into a million tiny pieces. Jake gives him a nod and motions towards the door. 

I need to talk to him, I can’t let him go after that without giving him an explanation. He needs to hear everything from me.

Before you can leave, Danny is opening his mouth to speak again, but is quickly cut off by Sam. 

“Daniel. Stop. You’ve done enough. I’ll drive you home.” he pulls his friend to his feet and starts towards the door, giving you a look that you can’t decipher between sympathy and judgement. 

You’re left with Jake who has his card ready for you.

“I’m so sorry, Jake. I never meant for any of this to happen.” your voice giving out at the end as a sob threatens to rack through your chest. 

He hands you the card and doesn’t say a word, slowly getting up and following you to the bar  to sign the check. 

You hand it to him, tear drops staining the flimsy receipt paper. 

He looks up at you “Hey, I don’t know what happened... but Josh seems really hurt, and that shit hurts me too. These are my brothers… You need to fix this.” He says sternly.

He signs his name quickly and makes his way to door, the bell ringing out as the door slams shut. 

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[nashibirne]

This is for you @sillyrabbit81 It's just a short drabble, but I hope you like it 🎁

Happy birthday, my sweet bunny! 💜

Title: Happy Birthday

Pairing: Syverson x @sillyrabbit81

Summary: Sy surprises you for your birthday 🎉

Words: ~700

Warnings: none

A/N: English isn't my first language, so mistakes ahead!

Divider by @firefly-graphics

"Come on, bunny. Dress those hot curves in something nice and get ready."

Sy smiles at you after giving you a playful slap on your naked backside.

"I don't know what to wear because you won't tell me where we're going", you reply, pretending to pout.

"Just wear something casual, nothing fancy, not too warm but make sure you look cool."

"That's not very helpful, Sy."

"Okay, babe, why don't you take a shower while I pick an outfit."

"I'm not sure if I like the idea," you laugh, winking at him before you kiss him. "But I guess I don't have much of a choice."

When you are in the shower, you relax and enjoy the warmth and the rich, luxurious shower foam that smells of magnolia and vanilla. Sy gave it to you when you were having breakfast and it was only one of a couple of really nice and thoughtful birthday presents. Actually the whole day has been a gift so far, you think while washing your hair. The time you spent together, the lunch you had at that new burger restaurant, the mind-blowing sex you had afterwards… It's just been a perfect day. But Sy wouldn't be Sy, if he didn't have another ace up his sleeve. He told you he was going to take you out tonight just an hour ago and you have been racking your brains over what his surprise might be ever since. Without any results though, you have to admit that you don't have a clue.

A knock on the bathroom door interrupts your thoughts.

"Bunny…"

The impatience in your husband's voice makes you smile. Whenever he has a surprise for you he turns into an excited school boy who's just so proud of himself and oh so eager to see your reaction.

"Coming!"

You get out of the shower and change into your underwear quickly to see what kind of outfit he has chosen for you.

"This is what I'm supposed to wear?"

You eye the clothes -simple blue jeans, black dilligaf t-shirt, leather jacket, black biker boots- and your husband with a skeptical expression.

"Are we going on a ride?"

"Yes and no," Sy grins at you. "I'll take you to Camperdown and yes, we'll take the Harley but that's not the surprise."

"Camperdown?"

That's the last thing you get to say before he silences you with a kiss and keeps you from spoiling the surprise by thinking too much about his little hint.

The ride is awesome. The warm wind and the sun on your skin make you feel alive, the speed makes you feel free and being so close to your man makes you feel safe. You close your eyes and lean your head on his back for a moment, breathing in the scent of his leather jacket and a hint of his musky cologne.

A few minutes later Sy parks the bike and you take off your helmet. You shake your hair and take a look around before you gasp with a happy grin.

"Manning Bar?"

When you see the location you know this night is gonna be fun, no matter what.

"Yep," Sy smirks, "and I have another thing to add to your outfit."

He reaches into his pocket and hands you a plastic card that's attached to a black lanyard. You take it curiously and a bit nervous, turning it around back and forth before you are able to process the information.

"I know and I also know you've been wanting to. And I thought Ash would be just the right thing."

"VIP tickets! Oh my god, Sy…this is amazing." You hug him tightly, grinning like a Cheshire cat. "Thank you so much baby. I haven't seen a live concert in ages."

This makes you smile even more, because you are aware he's not a fan of the band but you've told him a million times how much of a fan you were when you were younger and you really cannot wait to see them perform again after all these years.

"You are the best, Sy," you say softly, your voice full of the love and tenderness you feel for him. "This is the perfect present…this has been the perfect day."

"Anything for you, bunny."

He kisses you gently on the forehead before adding a typical Sy thing with a teasing smirk. "Gotta make my old girl feel young again tonight, right bunny? And believe me when I say, this is just the start."

[raccoonfallsharder]

Do you have any advice on making time for writing and avoiding burnout? I'm impressed by the amount of projects you have and how they're consistently high quality.

oh love. sunshine. you tiny fresh vanilla seed (precious & delightful // it is a luxury to interact with you). so first i’m gonna apologize because there’s a 99% chance this is not the advice you’re looking for and SURPRISE i wrote another novel. (so also jot this down… my being prolific is helped by the fact that i literally cannot shut the fuck up to save my life). anyway here are my rules for writing

1. don’t look at the man behind the curtain (in this case that’s me). I had 70% of window and probably 90% of sweatshirt girl drafted before i even started revising && posting individual chapters/ installments. it gives the illusion of me cranking out a new chapter every week but i do NOT do that. i just try to revise once a week. maybe write a half+ chapter of something new. it’s not an illusion i create on purpose. i just know i need TIME to rest my brain before I come back and revise or it’ll start all looking the same to me. so i def frontload my writing before i start posting.

i also do this because i need at least the ghost of an ending to keep writing

i also never originally intended to post window or sweatshirt girl - i was originally just writing for me. so they were mostly done before i even decided to post

i ALSO work at a school and while i do have hours over the summer, i am doing much less (imo) important things when there aren’t students around, sooooo i end up daydreaming and drafting a lot

my writing is also powered by depression (“write the world as i want it to be”) and frankly i don’t recommend that to anyone ¯\_(ツ)_/¯

so if i look like i’m producing a lot it’s just because of the way this year has unfolded, and once we get through the next few chapters of window i’m sure I’ll hit a lull because I’m still struggling to write those chapters (sorry in advance folksss)

2. i swear to god creativity (like everything in nature) happens in cycles. blah blah no flower blooms all year && no tree bears fruit every season. fallowness is IMPORTANT for growing gardens. if you are in a slow space - let yourself be slow. sink into the quiet season. speed&&quantity are SO overrated and if you overcultivate your soil there will be no nutrients left for your crops. let the snows come in && blanket you on occasion. they are their own kind of blank page (i swear to fuck sometimes i sound like some kind of ai generating bad proverbs but you knew what you were getting when you came to my asks i guess! i am unashamed)

tbh i have a modest art side-hustle and am working on painting a project that WILL take YEARS - and this whole summer, i have neglected that project in lieu of being a rocket fangirl because frankly my brain needed a break. guess what? my followers understand and it has not been a problem. because any fellow creative should know that the process takes time and is always in flux

(3) a lot of people will tell you - write a little every day. write even if it’s bad. you can always come back with fresh eyes later. I support these ideas in theory. i keep my writing && my sketchbooks where i can access them almost anytime, and even if it’s only for ten minutes, i do write something most days. but more than this - listen to your body and your brain and your heart. and for fanfiction especially - ONLY write when it’s fun. if you start writing from obligation instead of love, you will burn out faster, create less, and even resent this thing that should be an escape for you. (and your readers will feel it, even if they don’t know why). (also your readers - if they are good people - will understand this && support you) (and if they’re not good people, they don’t deserve your heart like that). if your body says take time off then TAKE TIME OFF. don’t let capitalism brainwash you into believing all your joys must entail consistent labor, that every good thing comes with a side of drudgery, or that you can’t stop something once you start it. they don’t. it doesn’t. you can. let yourself have a scrap of unfettered && unpressured happiness in this place. you deserve it, i fuckin swear that to you on my goddamn life.

(4) maybe im inadvertently repeating myself but please. be kind to yourself. let your community be kind to you too. we are supposed to take care of each other. give yourself grace && know we are on your side

okay wow i’m so sorry. fuck me that’s not what you were asking for but it is the best && most earnest && most true advice i can give you. “carve some time out every day” is nice and aspirational and maybe give it a try, but life is hard and don’t blame yourself if you can’t. let fanfiction be a force for joy in your days/nights, not a chore. nope im just saying the same shit over and over LOOK. i love you. you are good. life is short. have fun. that’s truly all & the most important things I have inside me, and I’m sorry for my limitations. for whatever that is worth

♡♡♡

[liberty-barnes]

I’ve always wanted to know (just as a random thought, I don’t mind if it’s a short answer), I know y/n lively-Reynolds was adopted when she was 8 (this is definitely because I reread your fics religiously), but I also know that by then Taylor Swift would have been relatively famous.

So I wanted to know, was Y/N a Swiftie before adopted by Blake and if so, how did she react when meeting T.S

Oh, you have no idea the can of worms you just opened. Also, this universe works how I want it to, so homophobia is a myth, Larry’s always been out, Taylor Swift is bi, and fuck everyone else. Okay? Okay.

How Taylor Fits Into The Lively-Reynolds Fam

Cause you see, here's the deal: (Y/n) was always a Swiftie.  And a Swiftie with major trust issues, at that. But then again, so was Blake cause really why not? So Taylor is really much more than a family friend.

Taylor was the reason why Blake adopted (Y/n).

Let me explain:

So, back in 2006, Blake and the cast of Accepted went to visit an orphanage as part of their promo strategy, cause who doesn't love kind actors near adorable kids?

But (Y/n) didn’t trust people. She was abandoned in front of a church, and moved around from foster home to orphanage… Three different couples had started the process to adopt her only to give up after a week of fostering her.

She’d decided that she wasn’t going to trust anyone anymore. Ever. that means being as rude and shut off as she possibly can, sticking close to her books, or putting her headphones in with her music on full blast so no one will talk to her.

Until Blake visited.

Cause you see, it was supposed to be a quick thing. Get in, take a few pictures for the press, give the kids some toys, and that’s it.

But then Blake set her eyes on a little girl, sitting at a window as far away from the crew and other kids as she could possibly be, furiously colouring in her book. And the closer she got, the clearer she could hear the song coming from her headphones.

She tapped the book. Then kept tapping until the girl took off her headphones if only to glare at her.

“I told Miss Tollbaum I didn’t wanna be on camera, go find another kid.”

“I was actually listening to your song. Is Our Song your favourite so far, or do you like another song better?”

And that was all it took, really.

They talked for close to two hours. At first, it started with Taylor, then they moved on to their favourite things, then books…

And that was enough for Blake to decide to adopt her. 

And it all started with a Taylor Swift song.

So obviously, since it’s what started their relationship, they listened to Taylor Swift religiously from then on. Taylor also got them hooked onto One Direction after she became friends with the boys. (Also, the Larry/Swiftgron double date and how happy (Y/n) got at seeing her favourite artist be openly bi were really just the first signs that she might not be completely straight, but anyway, I digress).

Ryan got pulled into it, mostly against his will, cause he wanted to bond with Blake and (Y/n). He ended up getting really into the whole thing and if he wasn’t humming You Belong With Me, then he was screaming Up All Night at the top of his lungs.

This then brings us to: The Meeting.

Blake met Taylor and hyperventilated for a while, but it was mostly okay. Ryan was cool as a cucumber during the exchange but legitimately squealed into his pillow when they got back to the hotel. The only reason Blake doesn’t make fun of him for it is cause she was right there next to him doing it too.

But the starstruck feeling eventually faded (thank fuck), and they became good friends, which is when Taylor met (Y/n) and confirmed that she was, in fact, very much bi.

It was kind of a mix of “there’s a girl in my drama class that I find pretty so maybe I’m not fully straight”, “oh my God, I’m meeting my idol”, and “Taylor fucking Swift just smiled at me and I have to fight every bone in my body that’s telling me to drop to one knee and propose”.

She came out to her parents about a week later, which means that Blake won the poll for “when will (Y/n) realise she’s not straight?”, Ryan bet she’d hold out until the concert, he was wrong.

They did become friends eventually. Somewhere around visit number four or five, Taylor Swift™ became Taylor, they became friends, and as they say, the rest is history.

But so, yeah. To recap:

Blake talked to (Y/n) cause she was listening to a Taylor Swift song and they bonded over that, which means that if it weren’t for Taylor, they wouldn’t be mother and daughter.

Taylor, Louis, and Harry were (Y/n)’s first queer role models.

(Y/n) figured out she was bi after Taylor smiled at her and said her name all of once.

So that earns Taylor the title of honorary Lively-Reynolds.

[sabinanotfound]

boba shop

pairing: dream x reader

cw: none

request: maybe something about becoming friends with dream through streaming and stuff and slowly developing a crush on him, but you think dnf is like a real thing (kinda like wilbur did) so you have no chance? and then talking to dream one day and realising that it's just all fun and games and they're not actually together? then maybe reader confesses or something?

a/n: short and terrible but I want to write this request :] 0.6k words

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“Hey dream?” you slightly nudged to blond with your toe, making him look up from his phone. “I’m bored. Let’s do something.” He sat up, visibly intrigued by your suggestion. After thinking for a second, he snapped his fingers having an “eureka!” moment. 

“let’s get boba!” he suggested excitedly and you joined in, nodding your head in agreement. Both of you got up and a few minutes later you were in dream’s car driving to the local boba shop. It was open despite the late hour and to your surprise a few friends of yours were there, too. 

George noticed you first, and then sapnap and the others. You waved at them with a smile, and soon after both of you joined their table with bobas in hand. 

“Soooo…” George asked, with an undertone you couldn’t quite determine the meaning of. “Were you two on a daaaate?” oh my god. You quickly looked away when your cheeks began tinting a slight pink. 

“Nah, we were just bored and decided to get boba,” dream said nonchalantly, and seeing his calm reaction you sadly looked away at his words knowing your feelings would never be reciprocated. “I am glad you guys were here!” you had been crushing on dream since both of you met through streaming. It had been a year or so and you hadn’t found the courage to tell him. 

They started talking about streaming stuff but you weren’t listening until sapnap elbowed your side, making you wince in pain. He could go overboard with these things sometimes. “What do you think about this, y/n?”

“Uhhh… yes.” You replied, not wanting them to think you weren’t listening. All of them started laughing while you looked at them with confusion. “What? What did I say?”

“We were talking about dnf and how the media is gushing over us.” You had always wondered if that was true, but you never asked anyone, afraid they would think of your question as an invasion of their privacy. “And we asked your opinion about it, and you just said yes.” He said between laughs. 

“Fantasizing about someone, are we?” quackity piped in, wiggling his eyebrows. You quickly retorted. 

“No, no! I am really supportive of dream and George that’s why!” everyone shared looks, and started laughing so hard you were sure they had abs at this point. 

“y-y/n,” Karl said, wiping tears of laughter. “Has no one told you dnf wasn’t real?” now that was a relief. You had thought dream was into George, which broke you heart at the time. But this was just hilarious. You started laughing not only because of your naivety, but also because of relief. 

“oh boy, you are going to be teased for the remainder of your life, y/n.” dream said, finally calming down after the laughing died down. You looked away bashfully as another discussion about something started. But you weren’t listening again. Finally, you thought you had a chance with dream!

Some time later, when the shop started closing everyone slowly left, leaving only the two of you. You thought, now or never. Here goes everything. 

“dreamidontknowhowtotellyoubutilikeyouverymuch.” You blurted out (just like harry in ootp). He looked at you as he processed your words. 

“really?” you nodded, avoiding all eye contact and looking everywhere but his face. 

“um it’s okay if you don’t like me back I just couldn’t keep it in anymore-“ he cut you off by kissing your cheek and smirking. 

“are you free on Saturday? I’ll pick you up at five.” And with a wink he left you there standing with crimson cheeks and a dazzled expression. 

[wonyz02]

it was a moment of weakness.

after begging jay to bottom for once, he reluctantly agrees.

bottom jay, anal, sub! jay and dom! reader, and jay complaining way too much idk.

at least that’s what jay thought. jay and you were never afraid to explore new things in bed. some things worked out and others didn’t.

but there was one thing the two of you hadn’t tried yet.

“jay! you said you’d let me do anything if i let you.” your loud complaining echoed through the apartment you two shared. following the older around with an annoying pout on your face.

jay didn’t budge, shaking his head as he walked into the kitchen. “baby. i love you and all but no.” he said, pushing your forehead away as you leaned up to kiss him.

“i’m never saying yes to you again.” your arms were crossed. the glare that your eyes were digging through your boyfriends face only made him shrug.

“y/n. im not going to like it. since when do YOU like this?” he asked, pointing at you as he continued to bite into the apple.

“well…it’s just something i thought about. why not try it? you might love it, babe. never say never.”

-

this went on for weeks. you continued to bug the older about it. what exactly was ‘it’ and why was jay so against it?

“jesus fucking christ. i said no! why would you buy this?” his face flushed red as you lifted the strap on in front of his face.

“oh come on! please…just one time, baby. one! i promise!” you exclaimed, showing him your index finger. “pretty please…if you don’t like it. i will never ask for it again.”

he sighed, “i swear if you use this as an insult one day…i’m only saying yes because you bought it!” he yelled, going into the bathroom.

“yes!”

-

to say you were excited was an understatement. the more you thought about jay as a bottom, the more you wanted it.

you had sat him down for around two hours. you had explained the process and everything he had to do.

“i’m not putting my fingers up my ass! fuck this!” he ranted about how weird and unappealing the whole ordeal was. but he listened.

“you’re going to be taking my little friend up there anyway.” you teased. instantly apologizing at the glare the older sent your way.

-

“babe, which one do i use?!” you could hear jay’s yelling from the bathroom. his hands peeking out through the door to show you two bottles.

“it’s going up your ass. not mine…okay okay. i’ll stop. watermelon.” you replied, holding back a snort at your boyfriend’s done face.

minutes later the older screamed again. “this does not feel good at all! it feels weird y/n!”

“stop complaining! i didn’t complain when you made me do it!”

-

finally. jay had come out of the bathroom covered in sweat. “this is so much work! you like… self lubricate!” jay was hilarious and you wanted to laugh. but you were more focused on the white towel wrapped around his waist.

“oh shut up jay. just let me do it.” you wasted no time. instantly kissing up on the older. you could feel all of his pride leaving his body as he let his girlfriend ‘dom’ him as you liked to call it.

he didn’t agree. jay had been submissive a few times before. but he hadn’t been a bottom. so here it goes to trying new things.

“i hate you so much.” he mumbled, letting out light moans when you pushed him down on the bed. caressing him where he liked it.

“love you too, baby.” you loved messing with him. even though jay was the one who teased you most of the time. whenever you had the chance, you took it. but there was always consequences.

“y/n. at least blindfold my fucking eyes. i’m so embarrassed-“ he muttered, letting out a frustrated groan. he had caught a glimpse of himself in the mirror. not his proudest moment.

“fine, you big baby.” you had done it reluctantly. jay always listened to your requests, so naturally you did too.

the older was blindfolded the whole time. you had done everything to make sure the man was pleased before you began fulfilling your fantasies.

“oh my god. i almost kicked you in the face. give me a warning next time!” he yelled, feeling your finger that was covered in lube circle his asshole.

“there’s going to be a next time?” you could hear the smirk in your voice. holding back a laugh. you had taken time to stretch out the man as much as you could. his claims of it not feeling good seemed unbelievable now. he was whimpering…

“not anymore.” he said, his chest rising up and down. “babe, i’m not going to lie. i feel so fucking terrified right now.” he let out a nervous giggle.

“don’t worry, love. i’m gonna make sure you enjoy this as much as possible.”

-

and you had. somehow jay was on all fours, moaning lowly as the somewhat average sized toy hit his prostate. “i fucking hate this! i swear i’m going to get you back y/n!” even though he was close to being a moaning mess. he complained.

“will you stop complaining? you’re enjoying this more than me for fucks sake.” you were enjoying the view yourself. you really did love every part of park jongseong. god, you couldn’t believe he was all yours.

he had shut up after that. you were right. it did feel a ‘little’ good. you’d never thought you’d hear your boyfriend begging you to let him cum. his whiny voice made butterflies erupt in your tummy.

“please. please…let me cum, y/n.” he begged, his dick twitching as your hand worked quickly on his length. two times the pleasure. and it had the man drooling and begging for more.

“go on, baby. let it out, honey.” you eased, helping him ride out his orgasm. your own underwear had a wet patch. but jay came first. this was for his pleasure.

jay could only gasp as you pulled out. turning him over so he could lay down. quickly cleaning him and yourself off.

“baby…do you ever plan on taking the blindfold off?” you asked, snorting as you laid down next to the breathless jay. ignoring the aching between your legs.

“no. i can’t even face myself. this was my lowest moment.” he said, shaking his head.

“oh shut up. you loved it.” you had pulled him into your arms. it was your turn to give the older aftercare. you were more than happy to do so.

“did not. it was a moment of weakness.”

-

the next day, jay was the clingiest person you’d ever seen. even when he was clinging on you, all he did was complain about his aching ass.

“i know. i’m sorry, park.” you patted his head, making sure to baby him as much as he wanted.

“i’m never having sex with you again.” jay’s words didn’t match his actions. him leaning up to kiss you and cuddle you contrasted his words.

“wow. i’m really feeling the love, babe.”