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the-californicationist · 4 months

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Good Fences (Fluffuary #06)

FEB06: Acts of Devotion

You awoke the next morning to a loud banging outside your window. It was early enough that your alarm still hadn’t gone off. At first, you were scared, but when you glanced outside and saw the broad, strong back of your handsome neighbor, you were pleasantly surprised.

John was wearing suede working gloves with no shirt, wielding a hammer, and building something against the shared wall of your apartments. You slid the door ajar and wrapped your blanket around your shoulders to preserve what little modesty you had left for this man.

“John?”

“Oh, sorry, love. Didn’t mean to wake you,” he smiled and began to affix another piece of wood to his creation.

“What is this?”

“You were talkin’ about your tomatoes,” he said, not pausing his work, “Needin’ a trellis, innit that right?”

“Wow,” you took another look at his work and put a hand on his shoulder to get his attention. You needed him to hear your gratitude, “John, this is so kind of you. Thank you.”

He towered over you on the porch, and you realized how close you had been standing to him. John was looking down into your face, taking in your words, wrapping them up in his mind and saving them for later.

He took a gloved hand and tilted your chin up just a bit, as if he might kiss you. You spent ages there, locked in his gaze, breathing the same air, feeling the wind on your cheek and his strong finger on your jaw. But, at the last moment, he turned away, going back to his work.

You spent the better part of the day working. There were two students who really needed support, and you wanted to do your best for them. You were worn out, and as the afternoon faded away to the evening time, you’d forgotten that you had promised you’d make dinner tonight for John. It was a Wednesday, and those were always your days for dinner.

When he showed up with a whiskey and a wine, you nearly burst into tears. You held it together, but barely.

“John, today was an absolute shit show. I haven’t even had time to breathe, much less do dinner. And after you built my trellis for me; I feel terrible for letting you down. Can you please forgive me?”

“Don’t worry, love. I saw you workin’ while I was cleanin’ up outside, and I called Antonio’s an hour ago. Check the bag.”

He set all of his gifts down on your counter for you to inspect. You peered inside and saw what he had done.

“Oh, my God,” you opened the bag he’d brought and there were two warm pasta carbonara dishes waiting for you. Breadsticks included. “John, you didn’t.”

“You’re busy savin’ the world, love. Feels good to be able to do somethin’ nice for you, if you’ll let me. I know I’m your neighbor, and I know that makes things complicated… but, I like you. And I like spending my time on you. Is that alright?”

You stepped into his space, just as you’d been standing on the porch, and you felt his heavy hands wrap around your waist, cradling you in his strong arms. Then, he cupped your cheek with a warm palm, holding your face up to his. His voice was a ragged whisper,

“If it’s not alright, you’ve gotta tell me now. ‘Cause I can’t stop thinkin’ about you.”

You wrapped your arms around his neck and kissed him, crashing your lips against his. You felt him react almost immediately, smiling against your mouth, kissing you back. You felt his tongue slide against yours, opening you up to him, tasting you and holding you tightly.

He only pulled away when you did. Smiling with you, and laughing a bit to himself,

“Bloody hell, I’ve been waiting for that, love.”

“Me, too,” you confessed.

You were determined to show John how you truly felt about him, so the next day, you knocked on his door, packed and ready to take him on a whole slew of adventures just for him. You’d bought tickets to the local soccer match, and you’d booked an evening at a cigar bar downtown. You’d even planned a small picnic for lunch, but when he opened the door, you felt a lump in your throat. Something wasn’t right.

He was on the phone, and he held a finger to his lips, asking you for silence as you came into his apartment. You shut the door behind you as quietly as you could and sat with him on his couch. He was answering questions in yes and no statements, and you could tell he wanted to fill you in, so you waited patiently.

Then, he hung up, and he threw his phone down on the coffee table with a loud thud.

“Bad news, love.”

“What is it? Are you alright?”

He took your hands in his and sighed,

“I’ll be overseas for… work. But, I’ll be back here the moment it’s done.”

“Overseas? For how long?” You put your hands on his cheeks, studying his blue eyes for some answers.

He smiled, but it was a sad one,

“A while.”

When he kissed you this time, it felt like goodbye, and you prayed that it wasn’t.

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nex-is-sleeping · 1 year

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Happy Valentines Day !

This post will be my Valentine's special, a huge load of headcanons for a lot of Sonic characters and maybe a little fic, idk- But without further ado, Lets go !!!

Sonic

•He would be really excited for Valentine's !!!

•The pet names he'd use are love/babe/baby

•Sonic is the type to take you out, like on a little romantic picnic.

•He'll make sure to bring your favorite food and drink ! And for himself obviously some Chili Dogs and Pepsi (His favorite drink is Pepsi bc I said so)

•After, You two will lay down and look at the clouds ! Or, if it's night, stargaze !!

•Today he will be spoiling you and you have no way of stopping him.

•He'd lavish you with compliments and affection

•"God, how did I end up with such a beautiful, handsome, pretty, amazing, and overall perfect partner ?"

•"I love you so much, babe !!!!"

•As I said before, it's puppy love 24/7 with Sonic

•He just loves you so so much- like he would do nearly anything for you.

Tails

•He'd be so stressed out to be honest 😭

•The petnames he'd use are darling/hun/honey

•Tails just wouldn't know what to do for you.

•So, he went to his best friend, Sonic, for help !

•Sonic wasn't much help either.

•In the end, he would make this mechanical heart that would open up, and inside the words are "I love you, Y/n !"

•Please compliment him on it !! He worked really hard on it and tried to make it perfect. Perfect is the only thing you deserve, nothing less !

Knuckles

•Knuckles would have so many ideas !

•The petnames he'd use for you are babe/hun/sweetie/love

•You two could perhaps go to the theater ?

•Or or, a movie night at home !

•You two ended up at home, watching your favorite movie with your favorite snacks and drinks.

•Knuckles argued with the characters in the T.V. can you blame him ? They where going the wrong way !

•After the movie was over, you two built a pillow fort, and ended up sleeping together in it- JSKDKFKG

Amy

•SHES BEEN PLANNING FOR WEEKS OMFG

•The petnames she'd use are love/darling

•Amy loves Valentine's day and it's also her favorite holiday !!

•She'd bake you your favorite pastry

•She had to make sure it was perfect ! Every little detail mattered if it was going to be given to you !

•She'd also spoil you- She would give you tons of presents !

•Not only with gifts though, with compliments too !

•"I love you so so so soooo much, darling !!"

•"I wouldn't trade you for the world !"

•She truly means everything she says and loves you with all of her heart <3

Silver

•He'd take you out to a nice restaurant for sure !!

•The petnames Silver would call you are darling/my love/baby/sweets

•He'd take you to his favorite, Olive Garden he lives off of those breadsticks

•Order whatever you want ! It's his treat !!

•Silver will pay. No matter how much you insist, even if it's just a penny.

•You make him so nervous, but it's the best kind !

•He'd definitely sneak a bite off of your plate

•If you got spaghetti, he'd try to do the lady and the tramp thing, yk when they both eat one pasta noodle and end up kissing ? (He'd miserably fail)

•He'd give you so many kisses anyways ! Why ? Because you deserve it, dummy !!

Blaze

•I headcanon her as aro, so I don't have much for her, sorry 😭

•Her petnames for you would be love/darling/treasure

•You guys always spend the day together on Valentine's because that's actually the day she asked you out !

•Her love language is gift giving, so be prepared to be overloaded with gifts-

•But her top thing is flowers ! All in purple, white, and in your favorite color !

Shadow

•He'd prefer something just you and him

•His petnames for you are My Love/Babe/Starshine

•Shadow LOOVES cooking, but doesn't admit it.

•He'll surprise you with a dinner he made himself !

•Saying everything was perfect was an understatement to say the least, I mean, why wouldn't he make the best dinner for his love ?

•You will catch him several times throughout dinner staring at you

•"Why wouldn't I stare at the prettiest thing in the world ?"

(I MADE MYSELF SO FLUSTERED WRITING THAT LINE AAA)

•He literally did everything for you that day

Rouge

•You two would have a date at home !

•Her petnames for you are sweetheart/babe/baby/jewel

•She would put on a playlist that she herself made

•And you two would slow dance together !

•She really wanted to do something that involved in you two getting close together, her love language is physical touch after all

•She did that little dip at the end of the playlist and kissed you, and WOAH

•"I had such a fun time tonight, my jewel, we should do this more often <3"

•You two ended up cuddling the rest of the night

And that's all !! I really do hope you all enjoyed ! Have a great Valentine's day !!! And remember to request !!!

#sonic #sonic writes #headcanons #x reader #sonic x reader #tails #tails x reader #knuckles #knuckles x reader #Amy rose #amy x reader #silver #silver x reader #princess blaze #blaze x reader #shadow #shadow x reader #rouge #rouge x reader

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vodika-vibes · 3 months

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Just read some of your Bly stuff. Ahhhh love Bly.

So I have a request, you and Bly are best friends, and he thinks he likes General Secura, so he asks you for advice and you offer what you can despite the fact it kills you. He even goes on a date with the General and he realizes she's not who he wants. They both realize it's not what they want. All Bly wants is you.

You Make Me Happy, When Skies Are Grey

Summary: When Bly comes to you for advice on asking General Secura out on a date, you’re happy to help, even though every word rips your heart to shreds. You want him happy, even if that happiness isn’t with you.

Pairing: Commander Bly x F!Reader

Word Count: 1513

Warnings: Reader is heartbroken at the beginning

Tagging: @trixie2023 @n0vqni

A/N: Sorry this too so long! I hope you like it! Also, I now have a super sad post-Order 66 continuation based off of this because I just had to name the story this.

You sit in your apartment, in the dark, your eyes locked on the ceiling. You trace the stars on the ceiling, while you try your hardest to ignore the burning in your eyes and the lump in your throat.

Three weeks ago, Bly came to you for advice on asking General Secura out on a date.

Though it broke your heart, you still helped him.

You planned the perfect first date for him and General Secura. From dinner to dancing to wrapping up at a local cafe that had a good first date ambiance. You even helped him out by buying him nice clothes for the event and giving him tips on good conversation starters that don’t revolve around the war.

You even gave him advice on the best way to ask her out, warned him about putting her on the spot and making her feel pressured to say yes.

And every word, every plan, added another crack to your fragile heart.

But, more than anything, you want him to be happy. And if his happiness comes at the expense of your own…well, so be it.

After all, Bly deserves someone as amazing as he is. Someone as gorgeous as he is. Bly and General Secura deserve each other, they’ll be great together.

He deserves better than some IT girl. Especially some IT girl who was too nervous to admit her feelings towards him.

To give yourself some credit, your heart didn’t completely shatter until you got a comm late last night saying that he asked General Secura out on a date and she agreed, and that he was going out with her the following day.

Going out with her now.

You cried yourself to sleep last night. And you spent the whole day in bed today.

You’re allowed to be a little heartbroken. Just so long as you put the happy smile back on your face when Bly inevitably tells you how his date went.

You can be happy for him. You can.

Just…later.

You trace the constellations on your ceiling, and swallow hard to try and force the lump in your throat to go away. Bly helped you hang them when you moved into this apartment. He spent hours here, with you, helping you turn your house into a home.

You hoped…

Well, it doesn’t matter now, does it?

Annoyed, with the situation and with yourself, you push yourself up into a sitting position, and swing your legs off the bed. You’re going to shower, wash your hair, and then order your favorite pasta from the too expensive restaurant just down the street.

And then you’re going to watch your favorite animated movie from when you were a kid, and you’re going to ignore any comms that you get from Bly tonight, and you’ll be happy for him in the morning.

That decision made, you half-heartedly make your bed, and step into the fresher to start the water.

45 minutes later, you don’t feel better, but you do feel a little more like you. And you absently drop on the couch to place your food order.

You order your favorite, and then scowl at the app that said that you needed to order more food for it to be delivered.

“Dumb. Why is there a minimum delivery-” You bitch to the empty room, just in a bad mood in general, but you also order a second meal as well as some breadsticks and a dessert.

At least you won’t have to worry about making dinner tomorrow.

You drop your datapad on the table, and turn to the holo. Time to find your favorite movie. You’re sure you saw it in here not that long ago-

An hour later, when you’re half way through the movie, there’s a knock on your apartment door. And you huff out a sigh as you push to your feet. It’s about time your dinner arrived, you’re starving.

You cross the apartment and push the button to open the door, “Thanks for the deliv-” You stop as you turn to look at the person on the other side of the door.

He is definitely not the delivery droid you’ve been waiting for.

“...Bly?”

Bly smiles at you, nervously. He looks nice, dressed up in the casual clothes that you bought for him, “Hey there, sunshine. Can I come in?”

You automatically move to the side, “I thought you were on a date?” You ask as he steps into your apartment and removes his shoes, “What happened?”

He glances at you, “Ah, yeah. Well, I was. And now I’m not.”

“It…” He walks deeper into your apartment and you allow the door to slam shut as you chase after him, “Bly, your reservation was half an hour ago-” You fret as you follow him into the living room.

“Yeah, I know.”

“You did show up, right?”

Bly’s gaze is directed to the cartoon on the holo, “Having a bad night, sunshine?”

“I…what?”

“You told me once that this is your Bad Day movie.” Bly clarifies, as he turns to look at you, a small frown crossing his face as he scans your face, “Sunshine, have you been crying? Your eyes are red.” He says as he steps closer to you and lightly tilts your head back so he’s able to see your face better.

You blink at him, “Bly! What’s going on? What are you doing here?”

“Ah. Right.” He releases your chin and takes a step back, “I did go to the restaurant with General Secura, at the time for the reservation, and we sat down and…” He trails off.

“...and? And what?”

“It didn’t feel right.”

“Bly, you’re not making sense. I did all of that work for you-” You seethe, “And you couldn’t even stay for the whole dinner-?”

He holds up his hands to try and calm you, “I realized, as I was sitting there with General Secura, that I didn’t want to be there with her.”

You blink at him, twice, “You’re kidding.”

“I’m not.”

“Okay, I hope you didn’t tell her that? That’s so mean.”

Bly laughs, “She also told me that being there with me felt awkward and weird.”

“Oh. I’m sorry-”

“Don’t be. She helped me figure out who I did want to be there with.”

You feel a sharp pang of hurt, though you do your best to make sure that he doesn’t see it. “Okay. So you need my help to ask this new person on a date?”

“No. I don’t, actually.” Bly replies, his gaze still locked on your face, “Sunshine, why were you crying.”

“I…watched a sad movie.” You lie, badly.

Bly takes a step towards you and very gently reaches out to brush his fingers against your cheek, “You’re a terrible liar.”

“Yeah. I know.” You mutter, “It…it’s not important, Bly. Really.”

“It’s important enough to make you cry.” Bly counters.

“Bly-”

“Is it my fault?”

You stare at him, stunned, “I…wha-...why would you ask me that?”

“It is then.” Bly murmurs, “I didn’t think…” He rubs a hand over his head, “You seemed so happy to help-”

You sigh, “I want you to be happy, Bly. No matter what.”

“And…what about your happiness?”

“Unimportant, in the grand scheme of things.” You say with an awkward shrug. A moment later, the doorbell rings, and you pull away from him to get your food from the delivery droid.

You tip the droid, and take the food, before you return to the living room, and set the bag of food on the table. “Um, so I have extra food, if you want some. They changed the minimum for delivery-” You trail off when you see the look on his face, and you shift nervously.

He looks mad. Like you said something to make him angry.

“Bly?”

His gaze locks with yours and he smiles. He steps closer to you and lightly taps your chin, “Sunshine,” Bly almost coos, “I’m going to kiss you now.”

“You…wha-” Your words are cut off by the gentle press of his lips against yours. The kiss is very chaste, very respectful, and Bly breaks the kiss soon after he instigates it, and he presses his forehead against yours.

His dark eyes scan your face again, and then he smiles wryly, “That was inappropriate of me, I suppose.”

You blink at him, dumbly, “...you can be more inappropriate with me. If you want.” You offer shyly.

He grins at you, “I might just take you up on that offer…later.” His lips graze yours, and he pulls back, “But how about, we eat this food you bought us and restart this movie and turn this into our first date.”

“...you want to date me?” You ask.

“Is that so surprising?”

“But I-”

He raises his eyebrows, “Yes?”

“General Secura is so much prettier than me-”

“I disagree. And even if she was,” Bly says, “You’re my Sunshine. How could I possibly be happy without you by my side?”

Your face heats, “...I’d like to date you,” You whisper.

“Great! Then let’s start now!”

#star wars #tcw #commander bly x reader #bly x reader #star wars fanfiction #x reader fanfiction #f!reader fic #answered asks

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ohbrightnewday · 3 months

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Mean Girls food preference hcs

I have a fun time making silly mundane hcs. I copy and pasted these, then changed a little, from the discord server.

Cady: Enjoy chicken wings so much more than anyone would assume she does. They’re so messy, but they’re so good. Other than that, she mostly enjoys anything. Preference for meat with a meal and really likes cake, not the biggest fan of vegetables of any kind, but will eat them if she Has to. Hates buffets. Fucking hates buffets. Also loves the most random insane candy Janis can find for her to try, unless it’s sour, won’t eat sour food.

Janis: Favourite food is burgers with everything on them, really likes salad vegetables on the burgers and sauces. She loves diner-style food, so milkshakes and fries too. Enjoys very sweet drinks, says she likes black coffee but her favourite is frappes that barely have any coffee in them. Probably drinks an excess of monster energy too. Also cannot cook even a little bit. Unless it’s noodles.

Damian: Loves pizza but will mostly eat anything. He and Janis go to a specific diner all the time and it’s theirs and they always order the same thing. He’s similar in preference to Janis with drinks, but doesn’t like coffee and chocolate together. Often has candy bars or granola bars or little bags of candy in his bag at any given time for either himself, Janis or Cady.

Regina: Canonically likes cheese fries. These are the only things she’d eat in school. Mostly sticks to salads when she’s out with other people for a long time until she’s more comfortable. Enjoys yoghurts but not Greek yoghurt because it just doesn’t taste right. Drinks iced coffees with occasional sugar free vanilla syrup. Enjoys frozen fruit over non-frozen fruit as a little treat. Struggles a lot with eating enough and never has good food in the house because of her mom.

Karen: Very sensory seeking when it comes to foods and loves things that have texture to them. So she eats a lot of salads with iceberg lettuce, baby carrots etc. Enjoys candy a lot too, but nothing that’s too sticky or sticks to her mouth like caramel. Hates pastas that aren’t al dente or rawer and cannot stand lasagne ever at all. If the sauce is too much, she won’t eat it. Doesn’t really enjoy coffee or any hot drinks, but sometimes might drink a milkshake.

Gretchen: Really loves pasta. Loves pasta so much. She especially loves white sauces over marinara type sauce and eats it with garlic bread or breadsticks. Gets cesear salads often, but isn’t actually the biggest fan of them, she just eats them. Not a big drinker of sweet drinks and coffee makes her more anxious, but she still drinks it if she has to. Probably enjoys iced herbal teas when she gets around to trying them. Snacks mostly on plain nuts and bland chips, foods with too much flavour make her feel too much sometimes.

Aaron: Bland. He eats soups a lot, they’re easy to make and easy to eat. As well as grilled cheeses, sometimes some plain pasta and cheese, and he orders lasagna when he’s out. Quite good at cooking, but not great at baking, but he will make chocolate chip cookies sometimes. Mostly drinks water and occasionally coke or hot coffee, doesn’t drink it cold. Much like Gretchen, too strong of flavours make him feel too much. Sticks just to crackers if things are really bad because other food will make him nauseous.

Idk why I haven’t posted these before, it’s not solid hcs, it’s just the general vibes of what they enjoy. Feel free to ask for elaboration!

#mean girls #im not tagging each character individually lol #I do have justified choices of why for all of these btw :)

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nyoomfruits · 9 months

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got tagged by @ocontraire to post a snippet from a current wip, so here's a snippet from the landoscar fake married au (yeah no you didn't misread that they do actually pretend to be married in this fic. by actually getting married. its a long story)

tagging @eisenberg @charlescoded @fueledbyremembering @celientjeee :)))

A clattering noise from somewhere in the apartment shakes Lando out of his thoughts and he lifts himself out of his chair, putters towards the kitchen, where Oscar is putting the last of the groceries away.

He’s taken off his suit jacket and tie, and rolled up the sleeves of his dress shirt. He’s run a hand through his hair so it’s not sticking in every which direction anymore, and he’s taking off his dress shoes, moving through the kitchen in a pair of race car patterned socks Lando got him for his birthday this year.

“Hey,” he says, when Lando appears in the doorway. “Did you think about what you wanted for dinner yet? I have chicken, so I can make you that pasta dish you like, or maybe some kind of wrap? I think I have an avocado in here somewhere, I can make some Guac.” Oscar riffles through the bag as he talks, and emerges holding an avocado, sending Lando a triumphant smile.

Lando raises an eyebrow at him. The smile turns into a frown. “Absolutely not,” Oscar says. “Lando. I got all these groceries!” Lando wiggles his eyebrows at him. “No. Come on. Pick a dish.” Oscar brandishes the avocado at him like that’s somehow going to change his mind.

It isn’t. Lando pouts at him. “Please?” He says, because he’s not above playing dirty to get what he wants.

There’s a stalemate, a moment of silence where Oscar just glares at him, avocado still in hand. Then he sighs, very deeply, and puts the avocado in the fruit bowl on the corner of the counter. “Fine. But I get to pick the restaurant. And we’re eating an actual home cooked meal tomorrow.”

“Yeah, yeah,” Lando says, waving vaguely in Oscar’s direction as he takes his phone out of his pocket and opens the UberEats app. “Okay, pick. No fish.”

Oscar rolls his eyes as he starts packing the rest of his groceries away. “Don’t worry, way ahead of you. I was thinking that Italian place? With the breadsticks.”

Lando, who was only a little nervous about Oscar’s restaurant choice, perks up. “I love breadsticks,” he says, scrolling through the app.

“I know,” Oscar says, moving past Lando to put some stuff in the fridge. “How was your mum, by the way?”

Lando groans as he drops down at their little kitchen table, sprawling himself over the surface. “Ever since cousin Cecilia’s wedding she’s gotten it in her head that I need to get married to live like, a happy satisfied life. So she keeps pestering me about it, about how I need to find a nice boy to settle down with.”

Oscar makes a ‘hm’ noise. “But you don’t want to,” he says, head mostly buried in their snacks cupboard as he tries to make everything fit.

“It’s just annoying, that she can’t see I’m happy the way I am right now, you know? I have enough money to do whatever I want, I have the apartment, I have you,” he snorts. “Maybe I should just marry you. That would surely get my mom of my back.”

There’s a clattering noise as a packet of Oreo’s tries to make a break for it and hits Oscar square in the nose, making him stagger back a little with a strangled noise. Lando laughs, and picks his phone back up, scrolling through the options of the restaurant.

“Yeah,” Oscar says, when he’s retrieved the packet of Oreo’s from the floor. He opens his mouth to say something else, maybe, but Lando interrupts him, waving his phone around. “Let me guess,” he says. “You want the Chicken parm?”

“Hm, yeah, sure,” Oscar says, but he seems distracted, deep in thought. He does that sometimes, where he gets so entangled in his own brain that he barely registers what’s going on around him. Usually it’s right before he makes a breakthrough on something for work. Lando decides to leave him to it and orders the chicken parm.

And extra breadsticks.

#landoscar #mctwinks #twinklaren #drabble #misc #already home #good news i started yesterday and i'm already 3k deep #of an estimated.... 25k (yeah this is going to take a while)#ANYWAY the summary of this is that theyre idiots

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greg-montgomery · 1 year

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champagne problems

pic by: @masterwords

my bestie @ssamorganhotchner had a delicious angsty idea so this is it <3

angst - no happy ending

♡ ♡ ♡ ♡

You can still recall every second of that night.

Aaron’s arm around your waist pulled you against him as he leaned in and took your lips in his. You could feel his smile against you and it made you smile too.

“What’s up with you today?” you giggled, your hand cupping his cheek so you could look into his eyes.

“Nothing,” he murmured and stole another kiss from you. “I’m just in love.”

You hid your face in the crook of his neck, shy from his romantic words.

“Oh my God!” you heard Penelope’s familiar voice and a moment later you felt her hand on your arm. “Your dress is gorgeous.”

“You’re gorgeous!” you grinned at her, lifting your head from Aaron’s shoulder and walking straight to her now open arms.

Still in her embrace, you couldn’t see her face, and missed the way she winked at Aaron when he tapped his palm against his pocket, reassuring her that their plan was going great.

“Kids, what are you still doing in there?” David’s voice came from his garden. “The food is gonna get cold.”

“We’re coming,” Aaron yelled, taking your hand and leading the way out.

When Rossi had said he was throwing a dinner party, you had thought it would be one of his famous pasta nights. Instead you found a garden decorated with fairy lights and a table full of expensive food and champagne bottles.

“Damn, what’s the occasion?” you said, grateful that Aaron pulled out a chair for you as you were distracted by the decorations.

“I’m rich,” David shrugged. “Why not spoil my friends?”

“No complaints from us,” Derek laughed.

“None at all,” Emily added, already taking a few bites out of a breadstick.

It seemed like everyone was in a good mood, and most of all, your boyfriend. Of course, you were happy about it, but it felt like you were not involved in an inside joke. Like everyone knew something you didn’t.

Left out, was the word. You somehow felt left out on the same evening that everyone’s attention seemed to be on you. You just didn’t know why.

Soon, the champagne bottles were open and your friends’ laughter filled the air around you. With their drinks in hand, they urged you to join them dancing, so you pulled Aaron by his hand to slow dance with him.

He looked so handsome, every line of his face begging to be kissed by you. You told him so, before kissing the spot behind his ear that always made him melt.

“Hey, easy now,” he whispered.

“Your new cologne has been driving me crazy,” you said, low enough so no one else would hear. “I want you.”

“Don’t worry,’ he said, softly, pressing his lips against your temple. “I have big plans for tonight.”

“You do?” you raised your eyebrow with a playful smile.

“Mhm…” he smirked and without dropping your left hand, he distanced himself from you, enough so he could get down on one knee.

You blinked slowly at him, realizing what he was about to do.

Breathing didn’t feel effortless anymore, and the feeling of everyone’s eyes suddenly on you got unbearable.

You looked down, finding the man you loved, staring at you with adoration. You saw a ring in his hand, sparkling, and waiting to be around your finger.

You saw a man you’d be proud to call your husband.

But you also saw a young girl who hadn’t figured out her life yet, being a wife to a grown up man who had already lived most of his. You saw a little boy calling you his mom, when you still felt like a kid yourself. You saw a life you weren’t ready for.

“Y/N…” Aaron said, maybe too focused on his speech to read your panicked expression. “You are the love of my life. My best friend, my partner, and the person I wanna spend the rest of my life with. There’s no one else I can imagine having by my side in this life. Will you do me the honor of becoming my Mrs. Hotchner?”

The silence from you was deafening even with that romantic song playing in the backround. You saw Aaron’s expression shift, as he realized that the ‘yes’ he was expecting was never coming.

“I can’t,” you whispered. “I’m so sorry, Aaron.” You pulled your hand away, letting Aaron’s drop to his side. “I can’t.”

You left him there, rushing back to your seat so you could grab your purse, wanting nothing more than to disappear. You didn’t dare to look at anyone’s faces, knowing you’d only see pure shock and judgment.

You cried in the back of a taxi all the way home, struggling to remember where you had last seen your suitcase, certain you’d be using it soon.

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You look down at the phone in your hands.

“Yes, yes, a million times yes!” a lovely woman’s voice comes from your device. You watch as she lets Aaron slip a ring on her finger, and throws herself on him; a huge grin on her face just like on everyone else’s in that room. “Our boss man finally settled down. I love love <3” is Penelope’s caption on her post. You didn’t have the heart to unfollow her like you had everyone else from the bau. Well, she was the only one who hadn’t done it first to you anyway.

You hesitate to double tap on your screen to show your joy over your ex’s engagement. You’re not sure that’s how you feel. You’ve been thinking of him a lot, but - judging from the video you just watched - he isn’t.

#aaron hotchner #hotch #criminal minds #aaron hotchner x reader #hotch x reader #aaron hotchner angst #hotch 🪐

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eddieandbird · 2 years

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Be Serious

Summary: Rockstar!Eddie takes you out to a fancy dinner and brings up the topic of getting married.

Warnings/Tags: fluff|f!reader|eating|short blurb

A/N: Shoutout to @unbetaedimagines again for this concept that makes me SOB -Bird

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“I’m glad the tour is finally over and we can finally start to do things like this again,” Eddie raised his champagne glass and tipped it toward you.

“Me too, Eddie,” You giggle, clinking your glass to his. “I really miss you when you’re gone,” You say sweetly.

“I know, Babe. I hate coming back to the hotel room and you’re not there,” He looks down at you, pouting.

“Buuut that’s why we’re finally going on vacation, and I’m all yours for a month,” You flash a smile. Eddie beams back, his mouth now full with a whole breadstick. He wipes his hands over his sleeveless band t-shirt and ripped jeans. Once your eyes connect again, you roll yours.

“What? What did I do?” Eddie says with a confused look.

“Nothing, my love. I just find it funny that even though you’re a big rockstar now, you’re still Eddie. Wearing your same old clothes, even to a five star restaurant,” You lean forward to wipe the remaining grease on his face with your napkin.

“You want me to wear a monkey suit to this place? We’re just going to eat pasta, it’s no big deal,” He continues to eat while he speaks. “Besides after that GQ shoot, I told my assistant that I wouldn’t wear another tie again unless it was for our wedding,”

You were mid-sip of your drink and hearing Eddie say that made you almost spit it all up.

“Wedding?” You asked after coughing.

“Uh yeah, Babe. Obviously we’re getting married one day. And when we do, it’ll all be Lord of The Rings themed,” He explained as the main dishes made their way to your table.

Once you got your heart rate back to normal, you rolled your eyes at him again.

“If it’s our wedding, you can do whatever you want,” You said in a slightly sarcastic tone. Eddie tilted his head to you.

“I’m thinking it won’t be long until I see you in all white. I know you’ll look absolutely stunning,” He reaches over to grab your hand, kissing the back of it. “What do you think about that?” He says in a lower tone.

“Baby, I think you should be serious,” You start to whine. “Marriage is a serious thing, you have to be serious about it. This isn’t one of your little publicity stunts,”

“Baby, I’m about as serious as this heart attack I’m going to have if you say no,” He chuckles as he grabs your thigh under the table, stroking it gently.

“Hey, don’t do that. Of course I’d say yes, Eddie,” You bite your lip “I’m just worried that we’re too young and your career just started…” You mumble.

“Besides the music, you’re the only one I’m doing this for. I don’t know where this is all going to take me, but I know I don’t wanna do it without you, Babygirl. You’re my muse,” You both start to tear up. You grab your napkin again to wipe the potential tears welling up in your eyes.

“Alright, I guess that settles it,” You giggle. “Call me, Mrs. Munson,”

You watch him take off a silver band from his finger and slowly slip it onto your left ring finger.

“I’M GETTING HITCHED!” Eddie stands up from the booth and yells. Your eyes go wide as you tug on his arm to sit down. It doesn’t take long for the restaurant guests to start clapping and telling you “Congratulations”. Your face turns bright red with embarrassment.

“Eddie, stop! You’re killing me,” You cover your face in your hands.

“Why? The world should know that I’m getting married to the most metal girl ever,” He gave a triumphant smile.

“I love you so much, Eddie Munson,” You sigh, giving in to his excitement.

“I love you too, Mrs. Munson,”

Sequel

#eddie munson #eddie munson fanfic #eddie x reader #eddie munson imagine #stranger things fanfic #stranger things

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ftm2bbw · 2 months

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Stuffing an entire large pizza into your belly, along with bread sticks, hot wing sauce still staining your chin. You can barely breathe with how full your gut is, let alone get up from the couch where I've forced you onto your back. "Aw, what's the matter, piggy? Too full to fight back?" Listening to you groan as I rip off your binder, the stretched garment already on its last legs. "I've still got a 2 liter of soda to bloat you with, too. Just think about it, piggy. A belly full of soda, shaking your gut with each thrust into your fertile piggy cunt. You'll be burping in between your moans like the good hog you are."

God, you must be a mind reader. I absolutely love stuffing myself with pizza. And of course I always get wings and breadsticks and pasta and dessert too.

And bloating with soda on top of it is even better. Making my poor belly even bigger and rounder, weighing me down as I pant from how full I am. My gut would only seem to notch up even bigger with each belch as everything expands.

And I’d be so, so, so fucking wet from it all. Being gluttonous always turns me on so much. It would be impossible to deny how badly I needed fucked, not that I’d be able to fight back anyway. So helpless and fat and full like a good piggy…

#I need this SO badly god #I’m actually soda blaoted rn on stop of stuffing myself all night #I feel so huge #ask.txt

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imagines-ahs · 3 months

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Chapter Forty-Seven: Scarlet.

Summary: Wilhemina Venable felt it was finally time to leave Kineros Robotics and get a job with people who weren’t such morons like Jeff and Mutt. What she didn’t expect, however, was for her new boss to be so damn insufferable. She didn’t expect to fall in love with her, either.

Tag List: @mayfair-fleur @mistysswampmud @paulsonsratched @msvenablx @notmeellaannyy @rwoolfe @golddustdykes @lovingsarah @slut-for-sarah @geinobinarie (message me to be added if interested!)

A/N: I'd like to thank everyone who's still interested in this very much close to my heart story and everyone who's been rooting for me and for everything going on in my life. Things have not been easy, and I've been thinking and wishing that I could just sit down and write, but I just... couldn't. I'm back now though, hopefully for good. Thank you, once again. I don't plan on letting that story go any time soon x.

Change of subjects. Venable supposed Billie Dean would open up more when she felt ready. Doing her best to shift her internal dynamics, she nodded and leaned to peck her lips once. How would my grandmother be like? She would never find out… she would never know if her family would have loved Billie Dean, if her mother would have been happy for her, if her father would have grown protective. I’m alone. She knew that, but being reminded of it was a different story. “We can order.” Clearing her throat in order to clear her mind, Wilhemina reached for her phone inside her pocket. Billie Dean snuggled closer and wrapped an arm around her shoulders, caressing it. I’m glad she has a family.

“Do you mind if we eat something other than McDonald’s?” Billie asked softly, hesitantly.

“Not at all. I was going to ask you that same question, actually.” A chuckle left Venable’s lips. She opened the delivery app and slowly began to scroll down the many options there.

Billie Dean smiled and leaned closer, eyes on the screen. “What about some pasta?” Venable hummed. Pasta sounded good. “There’s this restaurant I always order from.” Gently, Billie reached to touch on the screen; her nail produced a tiny sound as it made contact with the glass. “They have the most delicious red sauce.”

“You know I won’t argue with you over food recommendations,” Wilhemina teased, trying to lift the somber atmosphere off of herself. It worked, for Billie Dean laughed in a way that got her mind thinking about nothing but the way that woman beside her managed to be so damn majestic.

“I hope I won’t let you down this time.” Honey eyes moved to brown ones.

Wilhemina offered her a tiny smile. “You couldn’t.” It was true, and it was also scary. Not now.

Humming lovingly, Billie looked down at the screen again. “I usually go for their spaghetti with meatballs. They also have those delicious breadsticks that taste heavenly with the sauce.”

“That’s perfect.”

“Would you like me to order?”

Venable nodded. She handed her phone to Billie Dean and leaned on her shoulder to watch the screen. Billie Dean bit her inner cheek, holding back her grin as she began to tap down on the mobile. “Do they have anything sweet?” How funny was it that ever since starting to work at Billie Dean Howard & Co. Wilhemina found herself craving sweets in a way she had never done before? Sweets had never been much of a part in her life.

“A few pies.” Swiftly, Billie clicked on the options. She slowly scrolled down. “Their pecan one is delicious.”

Venable was about to agree to it when she saw there was cheesecake on the menu. “Have you ever tried their cheesecake?”

“Not really. We can though, if you’d like.”

Wilhemina nodded. “It’s my favorite.”

“Really?” Honey eyes moved to brown ones once again. Venable smiled a little. She did offer me some cheesecake last week. “I’ll keep that in mind.”A soft blush coated Wilhemina’s cheeks. Billie Dean took notice of it to herself and looked back at the screen. “They have strawberry, grape and blueberry. Which one would you like?”

“I personally prefer grape, but anything else is fine.”

“Grape it is, then.” Billie quickly placed their order, holding back the urge to complain about the fact that Wilhemina was paying for everything. The subject didn’t even cross Venable’s mind, if she were being honest, for the simple fact that Billie Dean had quickly gotten them grape cheesecake was enough to melt her heart in a strange way; she didn’t even question it, she simply got them what Wilhemina had said she liked more. Such a small act, but so damn sweet in nature… Venable wondered if Billie even realized how much she managed to enchant people. Handing the phone back to Wilhemina, Billie Dean leaned back against the couch, arm still wrapped around Venable’s shoulders. “It should be here in about forty-five minutes.”

Wilhemina hummed as she set her phone aside. With both of her hands free, she reached for Billie’s free one and tangled their fingers, slowly playing with them as she looked down at their hands. Will she ever be bothered by the fact I have no family? Like it or not, Venable would never be able to introduce Billie Dean to a mother or a father. I’ve never stopped to think about it before. Her relationship with Lisa had been so different she wondered if it could even compare.

Lost in thought, Venable didn’t realize the way honey eyes were so concentrated on her, analyzing every single feature of her beautiful face. Billie still wondered how could she have not realized just how utterly gorgeous Wilhemina was from the very first time they saw one another. The memories came crashing inside her brain, and Billie Dean couldn’t help but let out a faint chuckle at how different things were, now. Past Billie Dean would have never guessed.

The sound that left Billie’s lips pulled Venable away from her mind. She blinked once and looked at Billie Dean. “What is it?” She asked softly, small smile on her lips.

Shaking her head, Billie smiled a little more. “I was just thinking back to when we first met… to how different everything was.”

“Oh.” What a change of thoughts. Venable nodded. “Indeed.”

“I was so… intrigued by you.”

“Intrigued?” A questioning fiery eyebrow raised up.

Billie nodded. She licked her lips as she thought about how to best articulate her words. “You were so… different. You are different.” The frown in Wilhemina’s features seemed to grow. Billie Dean’s lower lip got caught between her pearl teeth for a moment. “The way you’re so true to yourself… not bending your head down to anyone. It’s different.”

Venable had never stopped to really think of herself that way. “I suppose.”

Billie nodded. Her fingers caressed Wilhemina’s, as well as her other hand on her shoulder. “I mean it mostly about how you’ve always treated me. I was just someone else to you.”

Wilhemina couldn’t help but let out a small irony filled chuckle. “You’re anything but just someone else to me,” she said before she could process the words.

Billie Dean’s smile now reached her eyes. Her chest fluttered just enough for her to want to kiss that woman again. “I mean back then… you’ve never kissed my ass.” Well now that’s just weird. Billie held back the stupid childish giggle that desperately fought for freedom inside herself.

I’d like to kiss her ass now. Wilhemina gulped. Come on. “I know what you mean… and I’m glad for what it means to you.”

Billie nodded. “I desperately wanted to get to know you.”

“Was I that mysterious?”

“Oh yeah,” Billie Dean teasingly raised her eyebrows. “Everyone wanted to get to know you.” Venable let out a scoff. “It’s true!” Billie protested. “I know Emma did.” Brown eyes stared deeply into honey ones. Billie Dean raised a hand in protest, although her cheeks began to blush. Was it a good idea to make that joke? Both knew it hadn’t really been a joke.

“Ugh,” Venable groaned. The reminder that Emma existed—and in consequence, all of their current situation—was definitely not something Wilhemina wanted right now. But also… was that a hint of jealousy in Billie’s voice? Overwhelmed, Venable hid her face against Billie Dean’s neck, which caused a loud laugh to leave Billie’s lips and a hand to tangle in fiery hair. “Don’t even remind me of her,” she murmured.

“I’m sorry, it just slipped out.” To hear Wilhemina saying she didn’t even want to be reminded of Emma was, in all honesty, an amazing feeling. Am I…? She was. Billie Dean knew that.

Wilhemina groaned again before looking back up. She licked her lips as she thought. Thinking of Emma has always been anxiety inducing. It was rage inducing now, too. “I still can’t believe she’s said the things she did to you… who does she think she is?”

“Someone who’s in love with you,” Billie Dean said quietly.

“She’s not—she’s not in love with me,” Venable quickly said. Honey eyes kept on looking at her. Wilhemina frowned. Is she? No, it didn’t make sense. She shook her head. “It’s not—it was not like it is with you.”

Billie held back the ginormous grin that wanted to grace her features once again for the sake of the subject they were talking about. It’s not like it is with you. It was a sort of relief to hear that. “She does like you, that’s for sure.”

The worry dimple between her eyebrows kept on intensifying itself. Venable sucked on her lower lip. “Well, yes, but… in love? I don’t think so.”

“Why?”

Wilhemina shrugged. That’s a stupid question. “For starters, it’s me, and then—then how could she be?”

Exactly. It’s you. “Just like I am.”

Venable shook her head again, deciding that it definitely didn’t make any sense. Things between her and Emma had never been as intimate, as comfortable and as personal as things with Billie Dean. How could Emma be in love with her? No, it just didn’t make sense. She wasn’t in love with Emma, after all. “I just… no.”

Dwelling on the subject would cause more harm than good. The dimple between Wilhemina’s brows kept on growing and growing, and so Billie lightly squeezed her hand. “I just meant that maybe she was scared of losing you.”

“She’s never had me,” Venable said, quite coldly. But it was true. Giving herself to someone—anyone—was a huge step for her; one she doubted she could even manage to take in her lifetime. Billie Dean has a part of me. No, she did not, not yet. Billie hadn’t seen her body bare, after all. And still… I do feel like she’s got at least a fraction of me. She sucked on her lower lip again.

Billie kept her eyes on Wilhemina, paying attention to her every movement, even the slightest ones. She’s bothered. “I didn’t mean to make you uncomfortable, Wilhie. I’m sor—“

“No,” Venable cut her. Billie Dean closed her mouth. Wilhemina squeezed her hand lovingly, offering her a small smile. “You didn’t… I just—I had never… never stopped to think about it. About that, about how she saw me…” Grimacing, she shook her head again. “It doesn’t matter, she still didn’t have the right to treat you like that.” Logic had always been Venable’s best friend.

Billie had definitely understood that love was a hard subject for Venable. She nodded, caressing Wilhemina’s hand back in order to bring her some comfort. “I agree… but it’s over, now.” Is it? Billie Dean’s stomach dropped at the reminder that Emma knew—or rather, thought she knew—about Terry. She’ll destroy me to Venable. Billie had to think about how she’d approach that subject, but not now, not today. They had had so much turmoil over the past weeks, at least a weekend of peace was more than deserved. “Don’t think about her. She’s not here.”

“But she will be on Monday,” Wilhemina murmured. She leaned her head against the backrest, eyes glued on Billie Dean’s perfect ones. Their faces were close again.

“Then we’ll deal with that on Monday. I’ll be there with you.” Disguising her own worries was a hard task, but Billie knew she had to do it for Venable. Wilhemina seemed to hesitate, but nodded. With a small smile, Billie Dean leaned closer and kissed her lips softly, lingering there. As she was about to pull away, a hand reached to caress her cheek, holding her in place. Billie’s own palm now pulled Venable closer by the shoulder, caressing it. The kiss slowly grew firmer, and inside Wilhemina’s mind, the word ‘we’ passed through nonstop; they were a ‘we’ now. How good did it sound? But also… how would that ‘we’ be on Monday, when they were at a public setting, at a work setting, at a life setting?

“Billie,” Venable whispered softly, thus breaking their kiss. Billie Dean pulled away just enough to stare at dark brown eyes; she found a hint of fear there. Wilhemina nibbled on her lower lip, fingers nervously caressing Billie’s cheek. “On Monday… are we still gonna be we?”

Blonde eyebrows threatened to draw closer together. Billie Dean took a second to understand Venable’s question, but when she did, her own face softened up. She nodded, certain and firmly. “Of course, Wilhie.” She licked her lips as she thought, and then, hesitantly, began to speak again. “It… it took me so long to finally have you. I’m not letting go.”

I’m not letting go. The corners of Wilhemina’s eyes clinked. She nodded, and then she leaned to kiss that woman again because how did she manage to get so fucking lucky? I don’t deserve her. But she was there and she was kissing her and she was holding her so damn lovingly she feared she would melt away in Billie’s arms. I love her. I love her. I love her. She kissed Billie Dean a bit firmer in order to stop herself from having the possibility of letting it slip, and Billie’s arm around her shoulders pulled her even closer, causing her back to lift off of the couch and Billie Dean’s arm to slip lower; instantly, Venable leaned back, but with the hand tangled in Billie’s, she pulled her along. Billie Dean snuggled closer, arm letting go of Wilhemina’s shoulders for the sake of the position they were on. The kisses kept on growing firmer, and Billie Dean’s body now bent weirdly. So she shifted on the couch in order to rearrange her hips, which caused Venable to realize what was going on. Gently, she pulled away once again, eyes on honey ones. “You’re not comfortable, are you?” she whispered with a chuckle.

Chuckling back, Billie Dean shook her head. “No, but it is worth it to keep kissing you.”

Letting out a shy laugh, Wilhemina bit her lower lip. “Straddle me again?”

Billie’s stomach twisted. She nodded and moved to do so, legs on each side of Venable’s body. They had done that same thing that morning, in bed, and later in the vanity, but it was still new. Very new. She smiled down at Wilhemina, feeling as hands caressed her hips. Their breaths mingled. “Much better,” she breathed out.

Venable nodded slowly. “Much better,” she repeated. Brown eyes fell down to those rosy lips in front of her, but before she could move forward they already collided against her own. Wilhemina sighed, hands taking in every single curve of Billie Dean’s waist and hips, feeling the way the rough material of her jeans clung to her skin. Stupid jeans. Venable didn’t know what had gotten into her. And then she remembered that time Emma had straddled her in the couch of her house, and how different it had felt to make out with her; with Billie, time simply stopped. Against Wilhemina’s shoulders, near her head, Billie Dean rested her forearms and caressed her cheeks with her thumbs, cupping the fat there as if she were holding the most precious piece of art in the universe. Their tongues had long ago met, dancing like velvet against one another. Just to tease, Billie nibbled on Venable’s lower lip and pulled on it softly, a small smirk on her lips. “Oh—“ Wilhemina instantly gasped. Her cheeks turned such a dark shade of red it was nearly purple. Honey eyes turned darker as they stared at her, and Billie Dean caught her own lower lip between those same teeth, now. Venable gulped. Her lower stomach trembled, as well as her hands that kept on exploring Billie’s back.

“Do you like it?” Billie Dean asked in a near whisper, voice dropping in a way Venable hadn’t heard before. Wilhemina nodded again. I want to devour her, the thought passed through Billie’s mind as fast as lightening. She was the one to gulp now.

“I—I l-like it when y-you straddle me, too.” Venable’s voice trembled from something she couldn’t quite point to; something nice, very.

“Me too.” Billie Dean’s smirk grew a bit more. Her eyes fell down to Wilhemina’s lips before coming back up at dark ones. Venable instinctively pulled her closer. “Can I ask you something?” In the state she was at, Wilhemina doubted she had the power to ever deny Billie Dean anything; she nodded. Billie’s cheeks were the ones to tint now, but only faintly. “Do you like those jeans?”

Fuck. Billie Dean had caught her staring. Of course she had. Now, she turned purple. What an irony. Her eyes fell down as she struggled to keep them on Billie’s, but when she heard that same woman letting out a small chuckle, she looked back up again, lips curving up. What a funny contrast from just a few weeks ago; she would be feeling absolutely ashamed had that happened back then. But it wouldn’t have, for they weren’t that intimate, for they weren’t them yet. Shyly, Venable nodded. “It’s n-not nice to stare… I k-know. My apologies.”

My apologies. Why was Wilhemina so damn classy, even when teasing her? And why did Billie Dean find it so damn sexy? “It is if what you’re staring at is already yours…”

Already yours. Venable blinked once. Is she mine? Did she actually have Billie? What were they? Are we… girlfriends? They were both adults, for fuck’s sake. Did adults even call each other’s partners girlfriends or boyfriends? Wilhemina found it to be so childish… but the concept left her chest tight with joy. She licked her lips, eyes still on honey ones as she tried to find something to say. Nothing came to mind. Billie Dean was about to cut the silence when there was a knock at the door, thus cutting their spell. Both looked away, and Billie carefully got up. “I’ll go—I’ll go get it.” Venable cleared her throat and reached for her cane to get up.

Billie Dean nodded, watching as Wilhemina made her way to the door. Taking a deep breath, she only now realized how fast her heart was beating. Oof. Billie’s lower stomach still burned. She took another deep breath, hand smothering her blonde curls down in order to make herself more presentable. When Venable walked back in, they both followed to the dinner table. “Smells delicious,” she said softly, reaching to help Wilhemina take the containers off of the bag.

Just like Billie Dean, Venable’s whole body seemed to have been engulfed in flames. She forced her mind to go back into place. At the words, she nodded. “Indeed it does.” She reached for the now empty bag. “I’ll go grab the plates and silverware.”

“Let me help you.” Billie followed to the kitchen along with Wilhemina, cheesecake in hand. As they got there, Venable put the bag away and reached for the plates. “Give it to me.” Billie Dean extended her arms once she let the cheesecake go. Slowly but surely, her nerves began to calm down.

“Thank you,” Venable said softly. She now reached for the silverware and for their glasses. “What would you like to drink? I have juice, water, tea…”

“Juice is perfect.”

Wilhemina nodded and moved to grab it, as well as put the dessert into the fridge. They both got back to the living room and set everything down. Sitting face to face, Billie Dean was the one to start opening one of the containers. Venable followed along, heart still a bit faster than usual. Steam raised from the pasta. Billie hummed as she moved to open the container with the breadsticks.

“Looks delicious,” Wilhemina leaned closer. “That’s definitely a hidden talent of yours.”

“Choosing good food?” Billie Dean chuckled as she grabbed a breadstick and took a bite. Venable nodded, carefully serving the both of them. “Well, I’ll take it.”

“You should,” Wilhemina smiled. She pushed a plate closer to Billie before grabbing a fork.

“Thank you.” Taking another bite of the breadstick, Billie Dean reached for a fork and quickly swirled some pasta on it. She took a bite, eyes closing as the taste invaded her mouth. Of course it was as delicious as she remembered it to be, and maybe Venable really was onto something.

Wilhemina couldn’t help but hum as well, reaching for a napkin just to make sure her chin would be free of sauce. “This is wonderful.” Carefully, she reached for a breadstick and dipped it into her dish. Honey eyes watched her lovingly. Venable took a bite.

“Approved?”

“More than so.”

Billie Dean’s smile grew as she got back to eating.

It was interesting, how even a simple task as much as eating felt much more meaningful with Billie around. It caused Wilhemina to wonder what the future held for her, and even though anxiety tried to break it here and there and make things blue, Venable focused only in coral for now; only for a meal, she could manage.

The pasta and breadsticks were soon over, and as Billie Dean followed Wilhemina to the kitchen once again and they loaded the dishwasher together, Billie tried remembering when was the last time she had enjoyed doing chores so much. When was the last time she felt excited to do the dishes, to watch a movie, to just sit on a couch and talk… when was the last time life had showed its colors to her? When was the last time life had allowed itself to be purple?

They both got back to the table, cheesecake in hand. Venable carefully cut them each a piece, mouth salivating at the sight of the creamy cheese and the thick jelly.

“Now that I know it is your favorite, I’m nervous for your reaction,” Billie commented softly.

Shaking her head, Wilhemina let a smile escape her lips. “I’m sure I’ll love it just as much as the pasta.”

“Hopefully.” Billie Dean took a first bite; it was not the best cheesecake she had ever had, but it was good enough for herself. I need to find a way of getting her a piece of that gourmet cheesecake I had in Germany. Honey eyes still watched Venable’s every move.

To Wilhemina, the cheesecake was absolutely delicious, even though it couldn’t be considered the best she had ever had, either. Slowly, she savored each note of sweet and sour, crunch and smooth. She nodded. “It’s good.”

“Not the best, though.” Billie took another bite.

“Maybe not the best, but something I’d buy again.”

“I’ve failed, then,” Billie Dean frowned teasingly, which caused laughter to fill the dining room.

“Don’t be dramatic,” Venable said softly once her laugh died down.

Biting her lower lip, Billie kept her smile printed on her lips. “What’s the best cheesecake you’ve ever had?”

With the dimple between her eyebrows, Wilhemina thought. She felt a foot caressing her own underneath the table. Emma’s. She assumed Billie Dean wouldn’t like that answer. “I can’t really choose.”

“But if you had to?”

Don’t make me answer to that. Lying was not something Venable was fond of… but Emma had been a grey cloud over them, and she desperately needed that cloud to go away. “The homemade cheesecake from one of the ladies at the orphanage… it was the first one I’ve ever had, and none other has ever compared.” It was true in more than one way.

Each bit and detail Wilhemina revealed about her past just caused Billie to admire that woman even more. Her chest flushed with something awfully similar to love. “I bet it was delicious.”

Taking another bite, Venable nodded. When had her past become something so trivial to talk about? “I think it’s more of an affection memory than the taste itself… I do remember it being extremely creamy though, even if the ingredients were probably low quality.” They didn’t have money to spend on extras, after all.

“Affection memories are the best kind,” Billie’s words came as soft as melted butter. “How old were you?”

I’m not sure I have many of those. “Six.”

#rabexxpaulson #would you swallow all your pride?#ahs #would you swallow all your pride #wysayp #ahs murder house #ahs apocalypse #ahs hotel #ahs fanfiction #willhemina venable #billie dean x wilhemina venable #billie dean howard #american horror story #ahs fanfic #lesbian fanfiction #lesbian fanfic #lesbian story #lesbian

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taivansupremacy · 2 years

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Fake Dates and Closet Kisses

Pairing: Robin Buckley x Reader

Summary: You and Robin are best friends. She secretly likes you and decides to hook you up with friends that he knows won't work out. During the last date you go on, your date reveals Robin’s plan to you.

A/N: I found this concept on a prompt generator and thought it would be a cute Robin x Reader one shot!! Enjoy!

CW: swearing (?) , and light angst

“I don't know Rob…” You start as she pitched her third date setup this month alone.

Robin had been setting you up on dates with Hawkins' very own pool of gay women all month. She said she wanted to help you and meddle in your love life for a bit so she can get her mind off her own “miserable” love life. Every Friday when you came into work at Family Video, Robin would give you a smirk before talking up a new potential suitor. First, was Vickie, the semi-awkward band friend that sat next to Robin in her band formation. It didn’t work out with her because she bored you the entire time. She was a nice person, but she was too… generic. Next was Tammy Thompson, who was apparently suggested to Robin by Steve. She was too full of herself and you weren't sure you could stand to date someone that sounded like a Muppet when she talked that much. This week, it was Nancy Wheeler. You had met her a few times when Robin and Steve invited you to hang out with their friend group. She had been nice enough, but you didn’t think you were interested in getting to know her as any more than friends.

“But you know Nance!” Robin whined as she tugged on your arm. “You already get along! And she’s part of my friend group so you can come around and hang with us more!” She gives you a cheesy, wide eyed pout before tugging on your arm once more, resulting in you dropping the VHS tapes that you were piling onto the shelves.

You couldn’t help but smile at her antics. It was true, you and Nancy Wheeler got along swimmingly and she was probably your favorite of Steve and Robin’s friends, but you had eyes for someone else. The same someone who was setting you up on all these stupid dates.

“I’ll consider going on this date if you do your job and help me put away this new shipment,” you joked, knowing full well that you’d be going on the date regardless, as you’ve never been good at saying no to Robin Buckley.

****

You showed up at Enzo’s right at 8 o’clock to find Nancy Wheeler all dolled up in a pink dress, waiting for you at a candlelit table for two. You took a nervous breath before sauntering over to the table that Nancy was sitting at. You saw her look up from her menu, put it down on the table in front of her, and make her way to you with her arms open for a hug.

“Y/N! Hey!” Nancy smiled as she pulled you in, “It's so good to see you.”

“You too! You need to come around the video store more often! It’s been too long,” You said as you take your seat.

“Or maybe, you need to come hang out with the group more often,” She gave you a sly smile as you start scanning the menu.

The date wasn't a total failure, per se. You and Nancy made easy conversation over pasta and breadsticks, updating each other on your lives since you’d last seen each other. However, you didn’t fall for Nancy the way you fell for Robin. As you prepared yourself to give your well-practiced “this isn’t gonna work out” speech, Nancy spoke up.

“I do have to confess…” Nancy started, hands clasped on the table, looking over at you with a serious look in her eyes, “Robin’s kinda setting you up here.”

“Oh I know,” You laughed nervously, “She’s been setting me up on dates for like three weeks now.”

“Yeah, with dates that she knows will fail.”

Your heart dropped to your stomach.

“W-What do you mean?” You choked out, suddenly feeling your heart break. Was Robin setting you up on bad dates so she and Steve can laugh at your demise?

“Come on, Y/N. I know you aren’t stupid. I know you see the way she looks at you. Her crush on you is actually very obvious,” She paused, “ To everyone except you, I guess”

You were taken aback. Thoughts and questions swirled in your head as you stared blankly ahead and Nancy could see the wheels turning in your head.

“She wants these dates to fail so you stay single long enough for her to ask you out.” She added matter of factly as she swirled the straw in her drink, “She’s been working up the courage to ask you on a date ever since you started at the video store. It’s kind of cute, actually…”

“If you knew her plan, then why did you agree to come here tonight?” Your heart battled feelings of anger, betrayal, and happiness. On one hand, you couldn't believe that Robin would be dishonest with you and set you up like this. On the other hand though, you’d been hoping that Robin would notice you for the longest time, and hearing that she had a crush on you made your heart swell.

Nancy sighed, “Because I’m tired of you two beating around the bush. Everyone can see that you two like each other, you’re just too afraid to say it,” She reached for your hand across the table, “Try not to be too angry at her, okay? She’s head over heels for you and she tends not to think straight when she’s nervous.”

“Fine,” You sighed dejectedly, “I’ll try to calm down before I talk to her.”

Nancy smiled at you, letting your hand go, “Thank you. Let’s get you home, yeah?”

****

You’d avoided Robin’s calls all weekend and even declined Steve’s offer to take you to school on Monday. You prepared yourself for Robin’s bombardment when she saw you in the halls.

“Y/N, what the fuck!” Robin demanded as she rolled up to your locker, “Where have you been all weekend? You dodge my calls and didn’t ride to school with me and Steve? What's the deal?”

“No, what’s the deal with you?” You spat coldly as you turned to face her.

“What do you mean? I’m not the one avoiding my best friend.” She hissed, walking beside you, making your way to your first class of the day.

“Maybe not, but you are the one setting her up on dates that are meant to fail.”

Robin stopped in her tracks, her face turning as red as a tomato. She quickly pulled you into the nearby janitor’s closet right as the first period bell rangs.

“Listen, I-” Robin started, but she doesn't get far before you interrupt.

“I know all about why you did it, okay? Nancy told me,” You sighed as you leaned against the wall of the small closet, “Look I’m not mad at you, at least not anymore. I’m not exactly happy about what you did, but I’m not mad.”

Relief washes over Robin’s features.

“I am so so so sorry, Y\N. I just didn’t know how to approach asking you out and even Steve was like ‘Robin, you need to ask her out, you cant just keep staring at her at work and hoping she’ll get the hint.’ But then we became friends at work and outside of work, which made me even more nervous because I didn't wanna ruin our friendship because I love spending time with you and I didn't even know if you were gay so I didn’t risk it. Then when you came out to me and you went on that date with Jessica from chemistry and I felt like I lost my chance with you, so when you said that your date with Jessica failed I just had to- “

You went up on your tip toes and without really thinking about it, you cut her off with a kiss. Your arms wrapped around her neck and her hands found a place on your waist. Kissing her felt just as you imagined it. Her lips were soft and you could taste her cherry Lip Smackers, which you were sure was now smeared onto your lips. You moved one hand to her cheek and her skin was so much softer than you dreamed it would be. Butterflies erupted in your stomach and sparks flew all around you, just as the movies and romance novels suggested they would. You always thought that the sparks and butterflies were a cliche, a sensation made up for romance novels and fairytales, but kissing Robin changed your perspective. You pulled away only when you needed air, looking sheepishly up at the blonde.

“I was rambling again, wasn't I?” Robin laughed nervously, staring at her feet before looking back up at you.

“Maybe a little… but I think it’s cute,”

“Come over tonight?” Robin asks shyly, taking one of your hands and playing with your fingers, “I’ll order pizza and rent some movies. We can make a blanket fort and raid my parents’ pantry for snacks. I’ll give you a real date.” Robin rocks back and forth on her heels as she awaits your answer.

You smile up at her and kiss her cheek, “I’d be honored.”

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gurglebellylove · 1 year

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as usual, i stuffed my belly after being empty for so long. i decided to go to olive garden for a late lunch. i got salad, breadsticks, shrimp alfredo, and cheesecake. i also had a can of coke zero and almost half a bottle of sparkling water.

when i first ordered, i wasn’t sure if it was going to be enough to get stuffed. i was so incredibly hungry from not having eaten, and i thought that it would just be enough to satisfy my hunger… i was so wrong.

it took me almost an entire hour to eat because of how full i got so quickly. the breadsticks and salad were pretty easy to eat, and i quickly ate it because of how hungry i was. about halfway through the pasta, i realized how full i was. it got harder and harder to shove it on the fork and eat it. i was drinking the coke and water in between bites, and that certainly didn’t help how full i was getting. i had on sweatpants, and i had to pull them down below my belly because of how bloated i was getting.

i finally finished my meal, almost forgetting about dessert. i took a few more sips of my drinks and a couple of deep breaths before digging into the cheesecake. it was so good, i knew i had to finish it. my belly was filling up more and more, getting tighter with every bite and sip. i love dessert more than anything, but it took me awhile to get the cheesecake down.

once i was done, i sat back from the table and pulled my shirt up to rub my tight belly. i felt so incredibly stuffed. i couldn’t believe that the meal that i thought wouldn’t be enough was actually way too much. i didn’t realize just how full i was until i stood up. i could barely stand up straight from how bloated and round my belly had gotten.

i’m laying down now, rubbing my poor belly. it was so tight standing and sitting up, im only comfortable laying down. i think i may have even upset my belly a bit, because it’s been gurgling since i was about halfway through my meal. it never gurgles after i eat, only when i’m hungry. i can feel the gurgles all over my belly. i hope i don’t end up regretting this…

#emptytostuffed #stuffed belly #full belly #gurglebellylove

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perennialwitness · 2 months

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The Real OG(an excerpt)

Please say the following aloud:

When you’re here,

You’re family.

If your mind made the connection to Olive Garden just now then we probably come from a similar background. Semi-suburban– too far to take public transit into the city, close enough to drive. Forty-five minutes, with no traffic. And we all know there’s no such thing as ‘no traffic’, only varying levels of density. The freeways more like rivers than roads, their red halogen flood line rising and falling with the moon and the weather. Kept fed by a sprawl of Commuter Towns, their farthest edges in constant creeping development.

I grew up in one of these places, vast stretches of single-family homes connected by high-speed stroads. A town with clearly delineated lines between the Blacks and the Whites, everyone else fell somewhere in between. Then there were Subsections within that for the rich(meaning they more than likely owned their home) and the poor(straight down past section 8 and into the dusty outskirts). Streets would change suddenly from one to the next. The asphalt under your feet rapidly degrading as you made your way toward the Blacker, Poorer side of town. It mattered that you knew this. It was a way to communicate things oftentimes hard to say aloud. For instance, I lived on the poor Black side and went to school on the poor White side. Anyway,

Growing up, family events that warranted a drive to the city were rare. If it was your birthday, graduation, funeral, divorce– didn’t matter, there were only a handful of places to celebrate, all of them inhabiting the same mile long shopping plaza. There was; Applebees, famous for their happy hour specials. Chevy’s, Tex-mex where they make the tortillas out in the middle of the restaurant, which had the appearance of a beach cabana. Sizzler or Red Lobster if you were feeling extra spendy(dim lights, lots of wood grain, for date nights and so forth). And then there was the Olive Garden, which was reserved for nights when you really wanted to fill up.

“Ain’t no bigger bang for your buck than Olive Garden on a coupon,” My step-dad would say then he’d rap his overstuffed wallet against the table and let out the hoarse rattle that was his laugh. He was right, if you were smart about it you could make one dinner last three days easy.

Truth be told the food is barely food, classic recipes trimmed down to the bare necessities as a way of cutting costs and increasing turnover. Heapings upon heapings of pasta swimming in sauces brewed by the vat. Bread sticks, soggy with butter and oil, coming out in the dozens from the kitchen like clockwork. Servers in a mad dash to ensure every table’s basket full, lest they screech about meal comps, how they were advertised endless breadsticks and how they would sue if they weren’t offered compensation.

Bigger bang, bigger buck.

To their credit the owners of the Olive Garden had tried to keep the place classy. The walls were painted to look like the cracked plaster of a Mediterranean villa, there were “stone” columns wrapped with vine decorations, arranged by someone unconcerned with structural support. Italian-sounding string accompaniments droned over the PA to complete the immersion. It was, all things considered, a nice place to bring the kids. And my parents, swept up in the fantasy, would drink wine there, instead of their usual Whiskeys and Vodka Sodas. They’d pretend they were in love, and we-- the kids I mean-- we tried our best to behave like “family”.

In my adulthood I avoided these places. Not because I cared about the quality, I don’t have qualms with cheap bad food. My aversion was psychological. These chains represented a place and a lifestyle that I couldn’t return to. The make-believe of it all. The gamified domesticity. It isn’t simple to correct your vision, removing the blinders is painful, seeing the truth of things deteriorates the sense of self. There’s just too much comfort in familiarity. So easy to lull oneself back to sleep amongst the herd, so more than anything else what I feared was regression.

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banannabethchase · 7 months

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A Little Bit Camera Shy (But You're Still a Star) - also on AO3

Wheeler's never really thought twice about Danny streaming and filming his videos in their apartment. That is, until he posts one in Wheeler's bedroom.

Bingo square N3, complete! Title from Camera Shy by School Boy Humor. Shh leave me alone I love this song.

“Home,” Wheeler calls into the house. He yawns, stretching his arms above his head.

His roommate looks at him for a little too long, with that annoying pinched expression. “Cool,” Danny says, going back to his computer. “I gotta work tonight, so…” He trails off, an eyebrow raised.

“Right,” Wheeler says. “I kind of want to see a movie, anyway.”

He throws his stuff in his bedroom, bag bouncing. He’s dripping sweat, gross as hell, and will have to have a shower before doing anything else. The noises from Danny’s room are unmistakable. Whatever helps Danny pay his part of the rent, Wheeler tells himself. But he always feels…something, when he hears it.

The noises, the moaning, come through the walls as he showers. It’s not the first time he’s jerked off to hearing porn in the next room. Probably isn’t the last. He pretends it’s the same hearing it made as hearing it finalized. It’s not weird.

“Heading out,” Wheeler calls.

“Later!” Danny calls. He never uses Wheeler’s name when he’s streaming. Wheeler assumes it’s a courtesy.

He and Mox see Oppenheimer and he whispers historical context the whole time as Mox asks questions.

“Wanna get dinner?” Mox asks, lighting a cigarette as they leave the theater.

“Yeah, probably should,” Wheeler mutters. Danny usually only has to work, really work, two nights a week, but it’s usually a marathon of five or six hours. He came home in the middle of it once. He doesn’t feel comfortable repeating that experience. “Chili’s?”

“You have shitty taste in shitty food,” Mox says, blowing the smoke in Wheeler’s face. Wheeler kicks him in the shin, and then he’s in a headlock, and then he punches Mox directly in the ass. Mox yelps. “Hey! Be careful with the goods!”

“Like Claudio hasn’t already damaged the fuck out of those goods already,” Wheeler says with a grin, ducking Mox’s arm.

They get Olive Garden, because Mox said he was craving shitty pasta, and Wheeler brings back breadsticks, some salad, and a serving of pasta primavera for Danny along with the leftovers of his own meal.

“You ever gonna admit you like him?” Mox asks as they stop at Wheeler’s door.

Wheeler tries to kick at Mox’s knee, but misses, nearly dropping the bag of food. “Fuck off. Let me live.”

Mox shrugs. “Just saying. Me and Claudio danced around it for, like, five years. Don’t want you to make the same mistake.”

Wheeler wants to explain that the mistake, he thinks, would be ruining a clutch apartment with somebody who’s willing to pay extra for the third bedroom for his “office.” The mistake would be sticking his neck out and getting rejected by somebody whose face he sees every night before he falls asleep.

The mistake would be thinking it was possible.

“It’s not a mistake,” Wheeler insists. “It’s – pragmatic.”

“Prag – stop being all fancy, you dumbass.” Mox squeezes his bicep. “Love you. Later.”

Wheeler pushes open the door to their apartment. “Home again,” he yells, hoping Danny’s done with filming.

Danny peeks his head out from the bathroom, towel around his waist and looking better than should be allowed. Wheeler intentionally does not notice. “Oh, hey!”

“I got you dinner, if you want it,” Wheeler says. He sets it on the table. “Wrote your name on it and everything, but that’s mostly so you don’t eat my chicken parm.”

“That was one time!” Danny says, rolling his eyes. “But, uh. Thanks.” He flashes a smile toward Wheeler. “I appreciate it.”

It’s not even eight before Wheeler’s antsy and ready to be tired. But he’s wide awake, head spinning from the image of Danny in that towel burned in his mind and the conversation with Mox echoing in his head and, well.

He’s only a man.

His adventures on PornHub have changed drastically, now that he’s roommates with one of the most popular camboys. He skips past almost every video that has the word “twink” in it, almost every one that talks about jerking off alone. He knows that’s Danny’s wheelhouse, and Wheeler doesn’t want to know what Danny looks like when he’s…like that.

If Wheeler’s not the one making it happen, that is.

His face flaming hot, even in the privacy of his own home, he scrolls until he sees…

“Oh, you’ve got to be fucking kidding me.”

Getting off in my hot roommates bed while he’s out.

Wheeler’s smarter than this. Wheeler is not a man who pays a premium for porn, and is definitely not the kind that watches porn starring people he knows.

But this is Danny, in his bed, in a $8.99 video with so many hits it should be ridiculous.

He spends the money, because he has to know. He has to know.

He’s a few seconds into the video, Danny preening and looking infuriatingly good, when he notices something. “Wait a minute,” he mutters. He looks more closely. That’s – that’s his newest library book on the table. This video was filmed today.

“Son of a bitch,” he mutters. He stands up and throws open the door to his bedroom before he can stop himself, stomping into Danny’s office without knocking. “You!”

Danny looks up. “The fuck is wrong with you? I’m editing!”

Wheeler grabs him by the scruff of the neck and throws him down the hallway and into the bedroom. “This!” Wheeler says. “This is what’s wrong!” He gestures to the video. “Care to explain?”

“I knew you’d be mad!” Danny whines. He buries his head in his hands. “God, I’m sorry. Just. My followers have been asking about it, and I – I couldn’t resist.”

Wheeler’s face burns, and he pretends it’s with rage and not embarrassment. “Do they like the idea of you making fun of me or something?” He’s more hurt than he has any right to be. “Let me guess: you talk about how lame and stupid I am the whole time, so the people with humiliation kinks can get off on it.”

Danny’s expression changes, but not the way Wheeler expected. “Wait, what?”

“You probably come when you’re pointing and laughing at a picture of me or something,” Wheeler grumbles.

“You didn’t watch it.” Danny’s eyes widen. “You don’t – you fucking idiot.” He grabs Wheeler’s computer and turns it around. “Sit down, you stupid fuck.”

Wheeler lets himself be thrown into the chair, because he’s still reeling from the reaction. “If this is because you think I get off on getting made fun of, you’ve got the wrong guy.”

“Watch,” Danny says, “the stupid fucking video.”

With an eye roll, Wheeler presses play.

Danny comes into frame a little hesitant, a little shy. It’s nothing like the guy Wheeler argues about the light bill with. This Danny is cute, almost, curled in on himself, like he isn’t six feet tall and shredded.

“Hey, everybody,” Screen Danny says. “Um, so, this was, like, super requested. I did a poll on OnlyFans, and this got 56% of the vote out of 5 different options.” He laughs a little, smiling as he rubs at the back of his neck. Wheeler hates how good Danny is at this, and hates how his dick perks up. “This is his bedroom.”

He gestures around, then settles onto Wheeler’s sheets gently. He smooths his hands.

Wheeler hits pause. “Did you use my fucking desk as a tripod?”

Danny shrugs. “It was easier than risking leaving marks in the floor with my actual tripod, okay?”

“Yeah, making it available on PornHub really kept it discrete,” Wheeler mutters. Against his better judgement, he hits play.

“Y’all are probably already laughing at me,” Screen Danny says, breathy. His hands fist in Wheeler’s comforter. “He’s so cute though, guys. So cute.” He bites his lip, takes a deep breath. “God, the things I want him to do to me in this bed.” He visibly swallows, then kicks his socked feet up on the bed, sliding them on the comforter. Wheeler tries to will away his now very insistent boner.

“He’s got these abs,” Danny says, stretching out on the bed. He tilts his face to the pillow, and inhales. “He smells so good, all the time. But I shouldn’t.” He goes sheepish as he looks into the camera, fluttering his eyelashes. He glances at the door. “Well, he is at the movies. Earlier, he went to the gym, and came back…God.” He runs his hands down his neck. “He stays there for ages. It’s why he looks so goddamned good.” He glances at the door again, almost coquettish, then teases his thumbs in the waistband of his grey sweatpants.

Wheeler looks over. The same grey sweatpants the actual Danny is wearing right now.

“Are – are you already pitching a tent over a porn of yourself?!” Wheeler asks.

“Fuck you,” Danny says, but he blushes neon pink, and Wheeler hates how good it looks. He turns back to the screen, where Screen Danny has his sweatpants down his hips, hard, red cock curving upward, a shimmering wetness at the tip.

“I wanna suck his dick,” Danny murmurs, eyes shutting. Always the professional, he slants sideways to give the best view of him and his dick. “I want him to fuck my face so good I can’t talk the next day.” He makes eye contact with the camera and shows off, licking his hand.

Wheeler should hit pause. He doesn’t need to see more.

But he always loves to know how every movie ends.

“Danny,” he says, voice lower than he plans. “I bet you fucked yourself on your fingers on my bed, didn’t you.”

Danny burns even redder. “Um. Keep watching.”

Screen Danny strokes his cock a few times, enticing moans and whimpers from his lips. Wheeler grips the arms of his office chair.

“But even more than that,” Danny says, voice breathy and excruciatingly sexy, “I want him to fuck me. I pretend, sometimes.” He rolls over, ass to the camera, and Wheeler’s breath catches somewhere in his throat. There’s the base of a plug visible, bright pink. “I pretend this is him.” Danny turns back to the camera. “It’s not enough, though. It’s not as good as he’d be.” He reaches behind himself and pulls the plug out slowly, pushing it back in as his eyes flutter closed. He hums, the prettiest little smile on his lips. He drags the plug all the way out. “I know he’d give it to me good and hard.”

Wheeler pauses the video and spins in his chair to see Danny, standing in front of him, playing with his fingers. “Did you come?”

Danny freezes. “What?”

“Did you come in my room?” Wheeler asks. His heart is hammering.

Danny nods.

“Where?” Wheeler asks.

“On – on your bed,” he says. “All over myself.”

“D-did you have the plug in?” Wheeler doesn’t know why he keeps asking questions. He just knows he needs the answers.

Danny nods, and takes a half step closer to Wheeler.

“Did you pretend it was me?”

Danny leans across Wheeler and fast forwards the video, showing the end. Danny, flat on his back, comes all over himself crying Wheeler’s name, some landing on the sheets. Danny’s fucking himself so roughly with the plug that final spurts of come dribble out onto his stomach, his feet planted firmly on Wheeler’s comforter.

“Sorry,” he says, grinning at the camera, blissed out. “Kind of missed the money shot, but I got into it.” He blinks slowly. “I hope this met your expectations!” He blows a kiss to the camera. “See you later.” He winks, and the camera cuts to black.

Wheeler swallows hard. “You left come stains on my bedsheets.” He turns to Danny and stands. “You fucked yourself with a plug and pretended it was me.”

Danny nods. “I know it’s weird. I can look for another place if you want. I can –”

Wheeler doesn’t let him finish, and stands. He hauls Danny in, crushing their mouths together. Danny makes a whine so needy it’s closer to a mewl, and Wheeler walks them backward until the backs of Danny’s knees hit the bed. “You like me,” Wheeler says, pulling away, lips still so close to Danny’s they brush with every word. “You like me so much you got off in my bed and made a whole video about it.”

“It’s not just that,” Danny says, lower lip brushing Wheeler’s. “I talk about you. In – in my videos. People ask me to talk about you. They say I – they say I look better when I come when I’m thinking about you.”

Wheeler hauls him in again, but then shoves Danny onto the bed, covering his body. Danny’s hands are greedy and demanding. Wheeler can’t get enough of it, running his hands along Danny’s hot, soft skin. He slides his lips to Danny’s jaw, to his neck, nipping gently.

“Tell me what you like,” Wheeler says. “Like you do in the videos, baby. How do you look prettiest? How do people like you the best?”

“When it’s you,” Danny gasps. “Only – always when it’s you. Wheeler.” Wheeler pulls back at the tone in Danny’s voice to see him looking earnest and open. “Work isn’t anything compared to – to this. Compared to the real thing.”

It’s too much for him to handle. He kisses Danny again, trying to explain everything in his head that he can’t yet say, throwing clothes about the room. Their dicks slide together and Wheeler moans, hungry, into Danny’s mouth.

“Tell me what you want,” he demands, sliding his hands down Danny’s perfect body. “Tell me everything.”

“Fuck me,” Danny pleads. “Fuck me better than that plug. Fuck me like you mean it.”

“I mean it,” Wheeler promises. He fumbles in his bedside drawer. “You borrowed my lube?”

“I – it happens later in the video,” Danny says, looking almost cute with the embarrassment. “The stream loved it.”

“I bet they did.” Wheeler slicks up his fingers and shifts so he can throw Danny’s legs over his shoulders. “Okay?”

“Only if you get in me in the next five seconds,” Danny says, and Wheeler chuckles at how he can still be this infuriatingly demanding like this.

Wheeler slides a finger between Danny’s cheeks, pausing at Danny’s hole. “Pretty,” he murmurs, staring down at Danny’s face and he traces the rim. “So many people get to see it, but I get to do it.”

Danny whimpers. “Please, Wheels,” and the nickname is new. Wheeler circles his finger until he’s knuckle deep into Danny, reveling in the keening noises.

“Bet they love it when you make these sounds,” Wheeler mutters, pumping his finger slowly in and out. “Bet they wish they could make it happen. But it’s me, right?”

“Always been you,” Danny says, rolling his hips. “Fuckin’ – you come home from the gym, all sweaty. Want you on me.” His eyes literally roll back in his head as Wheeler scissors in another finger.

“I thought that was a porn thing,” Wheeler says. “Like – you actually do that because it feels good?”

“You have no idea,” Danny pants. “I – fuck.”

Wheeler crooks his fingers up, and Danny shouts. “Bet your plug can’t do it like that.”

“Now you’re just being a dick about it,” Danny says, but his eyes are still all unfocused and zoned out. “If you don’t get that dick in me…”

“What?” Wheeler asks, but he fucks his fingers into Danny with more intent, more speed. “Will you use the plug and know it’s not as good as me? Will you record yourself coming with my name coming out of your mouth?”

“Done that already,” Danny says.

“I – fair point.”

“I’m ready,” Danny says. “I promise, I know my body. You can fuck me now. Please fuck me now.”

“Are you sure?”

Danny’s face immediately goes all bitchy, like when Wheeler forgets to soak his mac and cheese pans in the sink. “Are you seriously asking the camboy if he knows when he’s ready to take a dick?”

Wheeler rolls his eyes and throws one of Danny’s legs down, angling his body to where he wants him. “You’re somehow even more annoying when I’m about to fuck you.”

“Then fuck me and maybe I’ll say nice things again,” Danny says, tilting his head all bitchy.

Wheeler goes easy into him, despite Danny’s insistence. He hasn’t done this in a while, and not – not when it feels this important, when it feels like it matters. Danny’s strangely quiet, eyes locked on Wheeler’s.

“Are – is this okay?” Wheeler asks. He pauses. “You’re not making any noise.”

“Is that – do you want me to?” Danny asks.

“I just assume, from the video,” Wheeler explains. He rolls his hips, settling in. It feels like he belongs here. “And from, uh. When you’re working when I’m home.” He’s not sure why saying that makes him a bit embarrassed, even as he’s inside of Danny. “You make a lot of noise.”

“I make a lot of noise for the camera,” Danny says, eyes sweet. “But – for real, I…” He trails out, reaching up to tangle fingers with Wheeler. “I don’t know.”

“That’s okay,” Wheeler says, and he tries pulling back a little and pushing slowly back in. “Anything you want to do.” And he means it. “Well, okay, except for playing shitty music loudly at 3 in the morning.”

“Fuck off,” Danny says, grin a little blissed out. “K-Pop is awesome. You wish you were as cool as Lisa.”

Wheeler decides that, if he fucks Danny good enough, he might shut up. He’s right. Danny makes the tiniest, most kitten-like noises, sweet and soft and sticking to Wheeler’s heart like glue. This is special, he realizes, a version of Danny his subscribers don’t get to see.

They don’t get to see the way Danny’s eyes go when they meet Wheeler’s. They don’t get to feel the tight, warm heat of Danny’s body. They don’t get to feel Danny’s fingertips dig into their skin, or the way Danny rolls his hips up to take more of Wheeler’s cock.

They don’t get to ask, “Can – can I come in you?” and be the recipient of the most needy, insistent, “Yes.”

They don’t get to reach down and, finding Danny’s cock slick with precome already, stroke him until he’s coming and whimpering Wheeler’s name like it’s all he knows.

They don’t get to come so far inside of Danny they feel like they’ll stay there forever.

Wheeler’s breathing is so heavy he’s dizzy as he drops his head to Danny’s chest, feeling Danny’s hands come up and stroke his back.

“So, that just fulfilled, like, eight fantasies,” Danny murmurs. He starts running his fingers through Wheeler’s hair, so gently it’s almost too much.

“I don’t think I knew I had them, but ditto,” Wheeler says into Danny’s skin.

The reality of this, what it means, shifts along with Wheeler as he settles back, feeling cold as he loses the close skin contact. “It’s not cool to ask this,” he begins, already regretting his opening, “but, um. What’s this mean?”

To his surprise, the openness is still there in Danny’s face. “You want me honest?”

I want you always, Wheeler finds himself thinking. Instead, he nods.

“I want to do this again,” Danny says, slowly, like he’s carefully choosing his words. “And – and I want it to mean something.”

Wheeler relaxes. “I think I do, too.”

The next few weeks are the weirdest of Wheeler’s life. Apparently, with the way he talks about Danny, his friends thought they were already fucking. Danny’s dad said, “Fucking Christ, finally,” when they told him over FaceTime, and Wheeler’s parents asked, “Does this mean you’ll have space for our extra Christmas decorations when you move into the same room?”

“Have we just been secretly dating for, like, months now?” Wheeler asks, adjusting the poster of Blackpink that now resides next to the Weezer one that has to be moved a bit to the side to make it all balanced, according to Danny. “Nobody seems surprised.”

Danny shrugs, scrolling his phone on Wheeler’s bed. On their bed, Wheeler giggles. God.

“Oh, shit,” Danny says. “Wait. Okay, so, you know how we talked about making it official on my channel?”

Wheeler nods, moving Danny’s dresser a little to the right. Perfect. “Yeah? Are they being weird?”

“They want to see you,” Danny chuckles. “Like, meet you or something.”

Wheeler turns around, trying not to feel panicked. “I –”

“I already told them no,” Danny says. “You’re just the roommate on there – our real life doesn’t come to work.” He gets the kind of smile that usually means he’s about to go down on Wheeler in the middle of the movie theater or ride him while he plays Dead Cells. “But, um. How would you feel about being an off-camera talent?”

“Director?” Wheeler asks. “I’m listening.”

“Hey, everybody,” Danny says. He’s fully dressed, but Wheeler’s behind the tripod. “Guess who’s here.”

“Voice only,” Wheeler says. “But yeah, it’s me.” He winks at Danny over the camera. “Roommate turned boyfriend.”

Danny rubs the back of his neck. “We figured he could, uh. Be a bit of a director today. Choose which recommendations y’all throw out.” He throws a devastating smile at Wheeler. “Maybe make some calls himself.”

“What can I say?” Wheeler says, and his heart swells with the way Danny’s looking at him. “I love telling him what to do.”

Mini Playlist:

Do I Wanna Know - Arctic Monkeys

PLEASE - Omido, Ex Habit

Start a Fire - Ryan Star

Camera Shy - School Boy Humor

#DannYuta #WHOOPS THIS WENT FASTER THAN I EXPECTED #This one's for Sarah #in which Sara writes #wtf i like wrestling now???

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