#All the Lonely Starbucks Lovers

[funnyao3]

Henry needs to leave. Possibly the country, but certainly this conversation.

“Michelle?” She appears in the doorway, frowning as she takes in the Great Brownie Sacrifice. “Would you be able to assist this customer, please? I have to take all this into the back and…” There’s no professional way to say drown myself in the staff toilet, so eventually he goes with: “clean up.”

- All the Lonely Starbucks Lovers by kiwiana

[kiwiana-writes]

ALL THE LONELY STARBUCKS LOVERS

[rated E, 5,895 words]

“That floor doesn’t look like it’s very comfortable on your knees, is all.” Henry leans forward, scooping out a piece of brownie that got under the counter, somehow. “I wouldn’t worry about that—my knees are quite used to it.” A full four seconds of silence follows this pronouncement, during which Henry focuses very hard on opening a trap door directly into hell with the power of his mind.

Or, five times Henry puts his foot in his mouth in front of his customer crush, and one time he puts his dick in his customer crush's mouth instead doesn't.

Awkward barista Henry is now on AO3!

[patrik6090]

Assumptionz

@patrik6090 you love the boyfriends

@pennyroyald wack crayon lady

@mariyoursweetheart loves weed

@importantpeachfury Darth Vader of she was a girl

@hawaii-official I feel like they play those online gambling games

@system-of-cats 's minty idk their probably a Kanye/Ye lover

@manicali has arthritis

@plutowhoops drinks lemonade upside down

@groggle wishes they were a cat

@mango-mentally-ill crunches on ice cream as revenge on the cold

@stargazing-with-friends drinks olive oil and vinegar

@ms-macintosh has a love for rotten onions

@aflairforthemelodramaticc likes hot sauce

@half-fey-freak-of-nature is very pretty

@lunaxio killed birds for fun as a child

@f4y3w00d5 would eat a fake apple made of wax thinking it's real

@decaffeinatedcatkitten would drink their Starbucks order with their mose

@sarrinight takes naps in the bathtub

@asqadia-banthen failed a mental disorder to avoid being killed

@eirxair autism

@losairr Autism

@letmeoutofthebasementplease has gone through 4 different orientations

@illusionsignmisdirecti0n hates all types of meat or cheese in food

@weenietickler vegan

@wyfy-meltdown used to be an Internet scammer

@roeldraws out of touch Thursday is his theme song

@the-rat12 autistic

@err0r-404notfound autistic

@saphi-everything autism cat

@ihavehomework2dobutimhereinstead phrat boy

@gobodegoblin wants to be a mechanic irl

@finla cartography Hyperficiation

@pansexualcake9 used to hold opinions they feel great guilt over

@ibuildblasters natural disaster prepare

@vee1021 has spent over 500 total on mobile games

@enbypalsidk spiders hyperfixition

@watercraver loves orange juice

@mayowayo is an alien from the Andromeda Galaxy

@moongasux Irish

@untitled14360 listens to Ksi's thick of it unionically

@kimisbunny loves the classic sonic games so much she Speedrun them

@sunsickle they are totally a poll or RP blog runner they give those vibes, that or secretly a cooking blog

@durdurdurrrb spends hours a day reading irl books

@im-an-anthusiast is German

@transfem-users eats raw meat even raw Chicken

@uwathebestgirl loves bubble guppies

@yuris-redgreen-drink has a phobia of apples

@the-lonely-detective is gay

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Girlkisser is hyperactive

Puki anon Pikachu

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The webtoon thing?

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RWRB FirstPrince Coffee Shop AU Recs

Coffee shops, restaurants, bars, delis, cheese shops - you'll find those recs here. Give the author some love if you find something you like!

5:25am, coffee shop by cricketnationrise. T, 800 words. A quiet, but emphatic “fuck me” catches Henry’s attention, but it’s the thump, slide, and contact of a heavy book with his foot that pulls him completely out of his novel. He glances down to see some sort of textbook and stoops to pick it up, fingers brushing with a strange spark as someone else reaches for it at the same time. Henry glances up to find the single most attractive man he’s ever seen.

talk by @smc-27, @dumbpeachjuice. E, 1.1k. Henry records himself for an audio erotica app.

Alex finds it. And listens.

All the Lonely Starbucks Lovers by @kiwiana-writes. E, 1.5k.

“That floor doesn’t look like it’s very comfortable on your knees, is all.” Henry leans forward, scooping out a piece of brownie that got under the counter, somehow. “I wouldn’t worry about that—my knees are quite used to it, I assure you.” A ringing silence follows this pronouncement, during which Henry focuses very hard on opening a trap door directly into hell with the power of his mind.

Or, five times Henry puts his foot in his mouth in front of his customer crush, and one time he puts his dick in his customer crush's mouth instead doesn't.

The wind in our free-flowing sails (and the liquor in our cocktails) by @kiwiana-writes. E, 1.8k. Henry is a speakeasy bartender, and Alex is the surface for body shots. Then they fuck about it. That's the fic.

black coffee and cinnamon rolls by viciouslyqueer. T, 2.1k. Alex walks into the coffee shop asking for a coffee and cinnamon roll. Henry tells him they don't have cinnamon rolls.

That doesn't stop Alex from coming back, though.

Make it Good by @smc-27. T, 3.7k. TurkeyOnRye is so hot Alex almost dies every time the guy walks in. Same thing every Tuesday. Turkey on rye, bag of chips, and a sparkling water.

“The usual?” Alex asks. TurkeyOnRye smiles at him, nods. “How’s your Tuesday?”

He gets the bread, he reaches for the knife, he tries not to cut his fucking hand off watching TurkeyOnRye push his hair back.

you're all that i need by @rmd-writes. M, 3.9k. “Alex.” Henry leans against the wall behind the counter with his arms folded, wearing a pale blue cable knit sweater with the sleeves pushed up and navy chinos. Alex wishes he wouldn’t because it only emphasises his forearms.

He crosses his own arms in response. “Henry.”

“Are you actually looking for a book?” Henry asks with a sigh. “Or are you just wasting my staff’s time?”

“That staff member is my sister.”

“I’m well aware,” Henry says drily. “Doesn’t change the fact that you’re probably wasting her time. Which book are you looking for?”

“Oh.” Alex grimaces slightly. “I’m not actually–” He exhales. “Hunter is in the coffee shop, so I got the fuck out.” 

ask a guy his name first by @coffeecatsme. T, 5.2k. British accent. Blue eyes. Alex doesn’t know how he’s supposed to handle any of that without an ounce of caffeine in his blood.

He gulps. “Name?”

“Henry.”

Alex’s shaky hands make the name look like Hanri, with a heart instead of a dot for the i. He drops a bag of Earl Grey in the cup, filling it halfway with coffee before he realizes his mistake.

The second cup, the name Hanriey scribbled on the side, makes its way to the counter.

Or, 10 times Alex "misspells" Henry's name and 2 times Henry does it. 

Stop, caffeinate, and listen by @clottedcreamfudge. M, 5.3k. The second Alex walked into Henry's coffee shop wearing a shirt that said 'fuck the patriarchy' - which is, he presumes, someone else's, due to the fact that it's a little small on him - he resigned himself to falling completely and hopelessly in love. Alex - jewel-bright and caustic, cinnamon coffee and curls that Henry wants to tangle his fingers in - is quite clearly straight, and Henry's foolish heart doesn't seem to care much for the limitations this puts on their interactions. He's lost, irrevocably, and Alex hasn't the faintest clue.

I Hear It (When I Look at You) by @affectionatelyrs. M, 5.6k. “Anyway,” the man—Alex, a glance at his nametag suggests��continues. “What can I do you for?”

Absolutely anything, Henry thinks. Preferably that thing you mentioned you’ve been practicing with your tongue to start.

Instead, Henry says, “I’d like…the tea,” which isn’t actually much better.

Alex smiles, a patient curve to his lips. Henry shouldn’t have allowed it to dismantle him one bit, given that the next thing he says is, “Do you want it hot?”

So hot, sweetheart. I bet you like it like that, want my breath right up against your—

“Do I want it— What?”

Or, The last thing Henry expects while ordering tea is to come face to face with the man whose dirty voicemail has fueled his fantasies for weeks

Will You Brie Mine? by @cha-melodius. T, 5.7k. Today, as Henry tells him all about the Manchego, Alex tries his best to listen and not fixate on the mole next to the corner of Henry’s mouth or the way his shoulders strain the seams of his white uniform shirt. It’s not a particularly easy task for him, in all honesty.

“Would you care for a sample?” Henry asks, as if Alex has ever said no to him.

“I’d love one,” Alex tells him instead of saying I’d like to sample you.

(Or, Henry sells cheese and Alex is somehow his best customer. It's not really about the cheese.)

One Order of Alex, Please by gaytriforce. T, 6k. Alex is just trying to reach his dreams of being a politician by putting himself through school on a lacrosse scholarship and the lackluster pay from his shitty barista job- but the job does have one upside: his favorite regular, a shy, beautiful, British stranger named Henry.

Bea's Bakes by ronans. NR, 7.2k. Well, here goes nothing, he thinks to himself. It’s the first time he’s had Alex alone in a while so now’s his chance. And if it all goes tits up he could maybe move to Paris and begin a career as a reclusive novelist like he’d always dreamed.

‘I hope I’m not reading this wrong, Alex, but would I be able to get your number?’

He can literally hear Alex’s breath catch as he stares at Henry like a deer in headlights. Scratch moving away forever, Henry may just cringe himself to death.

‘Was I that obvious?’

Or, Henry works in his sister's London bakery when the arrival of the Claremont-Diaz-Hollerans shakes things up in a way he wasn't expecting.

something good can work by arcticmaggie. T, 7.4k. Henry absolutely loves people watching. To catch others as they’re completely immersed in their own lives and their inner workings of relationships and struggles and accomplishments.

And today.

Henry feels a cramp settle into his hand as he’s already finishing his second page in 15 minutes after lifting his head and immediately settling his eyes upon the most beautiful man he’s ever seen.

or

Writer!Henry spends his afternoons people watching in a cafe to find inspiration for his writing.

Trials and Tribulations by @hillerskas. NR, 8.9k. ‘Shit.’ Alex looks up. There’s an unbelievably attractive man dripping rain all over the floor and holding a steaming mug of something right next to his table. Alex deduces that he’d come here to hide from the rain, bought himself a drink and only then realised that there were no empty tables to sit at. Cue Alex’s saviour complex.

Or, 5 times Alex’s favourite fic author’s notes don’t make sense and 1 time they absolutely do.

Have One (On Me) by @myheartalivewrites. E, 10k. "Henry moves on to help other patrons, and Alex tries not to stare. He’s beautiful, and graceful as he reaches around for glasses and bottles, and then he picks up a cocktail shaker and Alex has to look away as he sets his biceps to work again, shaking it. It’s distracting."

Alex goes to Shaan’s bar regularly. It’s almost a second home to him. But one day, there’s a new bartender working the bar. He’s hot and Alex is into it except… the guy’s wearing a wedding ring.

i know a place by @indomitable-love. M, 10k. The low light of the bar makes it easy to relax. There's a soft hum of chatter and a steady beat to the music that isn't overwhelming. It's easy; smooth dark wood and strings of multi-coloured lights with posters of pieces of history on the walls – pictures from Stonewall, Harvey Milk sitting on the top of a car riding through San Francisco; a poster of Bowie sits one wall next to Freddie Mercury against exposed brick. It’s comforting, safe. 

He doesn't even realise that the brightly dressed bartender has disappeared and been replaced by someone else until he looks back again to see a small woman with black hair in a plaid shirt. Behind her, the blonde guy, who is no longer looking down at his notebook, but looking right across the bar, at Alex.

wherein Alex is early to meet Nora at a bar that he does not realise is a gay bar and he starts to realise some things.

like snow on the beach (you want me) by coffeecatsme. T, 11k. That’s the thing about The Magical Brew. It only appears to those in need, to those who lift their heads from their work, to those who need just a little bit of magic to turn their lives around. The gate is rusty, the lawn overgrown from disuse, but to the one in need, it looks, perhaps, like the most magical place in the world. Alex wouldn’t exchange that for foot traffic and a few more coins in his pocket.

It’s the promise of helping out those in need that keeps The Magical Brew alive. Yet Alex still couldn’t have predicted just how much his life would change simply from a dimpled smile and blue eyes that brighten only in his presence.

Or, 5 times Alex offers a little magical help to Henry, and 1 time he doesn't have to.

and we danced by rizcriz. T, 15k. And we danced

Out there on that empty hardwood floor

The chairs up and the lights turned way down low

The music played, we held each other close

And we danced

or, Alex and Henry meet in a bar.

Take Your Time by @hgejfmw-hgejhsf. E, 15k. “I have an idea,” Nora pipes up, the siblings turning their collective attention on her as a shower of rainbow glitter drifts to the ground at her feet. “How about you find someone to spend the evening with? Just pick someone who draws you in, whether it’s vibes or looks or whatever, and ask them to be your date tonight.”

“I don’t need a date,” Alex retorts.

“No, but you want one, don’t you? You’re always complaining about being our third wheel. So go find a fourth and make it a whole car,” Nora teases, squeezing Alex’s cheek. He swats her hand away and throws up his middle finger. “I’m not asking you to pick out wedding rings. Just find a hot stranger in a mask to grind on for the night.” OR

Law student Alex Claremont-Diaz is dragged to a local up and coming gay bar to celebrate the New Year with his sister and best friend, where he meets the standoffish owner Henry Fox and asks him to spend a no strings attached evening with him.

Catalyst of Change by @uglygreenjacket. E, 17k. Alexander Gabriel Claremont-Diaz is American through and through, so how he found himself going to graduate school in Scotland and working in a coffee shop is still a little beyond his understanding.

And Prince Henry? Well, that's another thing entirely.

When Alex is outed in his last year of college, he packs up his life and tries his best to leave the trauma behind. It's all going fine until he collides, quite literally, with a future he never imagined.

Call Me By My Name by clottedcreamfudge. E, 24k. The fucked up thing is that this isn’t the kind of world where you can ‘not believe’ in soulmates; they’re a scientific fact. There have been studies, there’s a science dedicated to it - Alignment Science, which is just about the biggest heap of bullshit Alex has ever heard - and it is literally just how the world works.

Nobody has been able to adequately explain to him, however, how you end up with your soulmate’s name in your subconscious when you’re born, or why this is the way you have to get it out.

Alex doesn't believe in soulmates, and Henry doesn't believe in the likelihood of finding his. Enter: coffee shops. 

Bite Your Tongue on Purpose by Woodsarelovely. M, 32k. “Hey, man. Can I get a black coffee to go?”

“Er…” he says – a faintly bewildered expression on his face. “Yes, I imagine so.”

Turns out the guy is also British, which is like, whatever. Alex gives him one of his best smiles. “Great, thanks.”

Hot Barista glances vaguely around himself, then back to Alex. He looks simultaneously surprised and uncertain, like some kind of aggressively handsome time-traveller who’s been unexpectedly yeeted into a different century. After a beat, he says – “From me?”

“Uh yeah. You’re working here, right?”

“Well... yes?”

Alex tries very hard not to sigh.

Great. Looks like he’s dealing with one of those people who are so attractive, they’ve never had the need to develop any kind of personality beyond that of a Tupperware container of room-temperature potato salad.

Alex absolutely does not have time for whatever this shit is.

Five times Henry serves Alex coffee and one time Alex serves Henry.

Strap in, folks. It's a coffee shop AU ...Kind of. 

Notes in Orion by crownedpagesoflove. T, 34k. Alex goes to London to escape his own problems and falls in love with a handsome man with sad blue eyes.

coffee shop boyfriends series by @strwbrryfox. M, 35k. in which alex just really wants to be friends with his new co-worker, henry, who seemingly can’t stand him. things aren’t looking good for him after a couple of attempts to rectify the situation lead to him making a complete fool out of himself and, by extension, henry. but it’s fine because alex plans on turning all of it around when he pulls henry’s name for their staff secret santa. or the obliviouspining!alex x coffee shop x christmas x secret santa au that no one asked for.

I Get Drunk on Jealousy by aforgottennymph. E, 43k.

Something is crackling in the air, and as oblivious as Henry can be, there’s no mistaking the closeness of Alex to him, the dark look in his eyes that are piercing through his very being. Or maybe he’s just insanely drunk. Because in what other universe would his insanely gorgeous co-worker be looking at him with bedroom eyes, one hand gripping his forearm tightly enough to keep him in place, but not enough to bruise. “I think,” Alex says slowly, as though giving Henry a chance to protest, “that we should fuck.” “Excuse me?”

Henry dislikes doing things that he doesn’t excel at, this includes but is not limited to; baking, interior decorating and acting normal around drop-dead gorgeous men who have eyes he can practically dive into and drown in.

Unfortunately for Henry, his new job involves all three.

But Alex is straight, clearly, given how he flirts with every woman that comes through the door, which is fine.

Two can play at this game.

The Best Bar in the World by @pridepages. T, 76k. If someone had asked Alex to picture a gay bar, he probably would have imagined flashing rainbow lights, pounding club music, and a sticky dive floor coated in spilled beer and vodka. The last thing he would have thought of was this...

As Alex drank in the sight, his companion drew back heavy curtains, allowing sunlight to pour in from the quiet courtyard outside. The man turned back with a smile at the look of awe on Alex's face. "Welcome to Wilde's...I'm Henry, and it's a pleasure to meet you at last."

The same day Alex Claremont-Diaz is dumped by his boyfriend, he discover's Wilde's: the best bar in the world.

Or

The one in which Henry Fox owns a bar and falls for one of his regulars.

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JUJUTSU KAISEN MATCHUP EXCHANGE — @eternalera

Your match is...

— Yuuji Itadori

✦ HELLO AGAIN!!

✦ No jokes, the truth appeared really fast to my eyes.

✦ "overall im a more of a 'go with the flow' type of person and can sometimes get chaotic and loud" This lone sentence totally brought Yuuji on the table.

✦ It was like "YEAH I'M COMING" you know!

✦ I truly think you would have a lot of fun with him.

✦ I see him being able to be this calm chilling black cat...

✦ ... and also being this big doggo with golden retriever energy.

✦ Your clothing styles would match a lot too.

✦ Like... matching sweaters.

✦ And other silly matching accessories to forget in your pockets.

✦ I don't know why but I hear Yuuji saying to me "I love her laugh".

✦ He can deal with your anger issues. In fact, he's like your pocket sedative.

✦ Since he has one of the dangerous jujutsu sorcerer in him... He knows how to deal a lot of anger issues.

✦ I can picture the two of you enjoying your Starbuck coffee at morning. Yuuji probably brought them for you.

✦ Do you like collector cans with models made for a special events? They pile up in your kitchen. Sometimes, Yuuji plays a game of can knockdown and it bothers you because it makes a mess everywhere.

✦ It's totally canon that Yuuji binge watch movies since it was part of his training to tame his cursed energy. Let's watch the three hours for The Lord of the Rings in one go! No?

✦ He loves to tease you with some stuffed animals with ugly faces.

✦ Maybe he will make the effort to tidy his room. Maybe.

✦ Well, I think he prefers to take your hand than kissing in public. Something tells me he's a bit shy, affectionately speaking. Surely because you're his first girlfriend.

✦ Speaking of girlfriend, you're certainly the best friends to lovers trope.

✦ Hmm I see some silly couple's quarrels...

✦ Let's be honest: Yuuji forgets everything two seconds later. I don't see him as the type to hold grudge for a long time. He's too sweet inside for that. No matter what Sukuna may say.

✦ He loves to receive all of your gifts, even the smallest things. Sometimes, he struggles to throw in the trash the wrapper from a cake you gave him. Such material things reminds him of moments you shared together.

✦ Yeah he's sometimes a bit blunt and I guess he would cuddle you without a warning, but tell him and he will ask you before doing anything.

✦ He put a smile on your face when you're down. Often by accident, just because he looks silly when he tries to think. He's the type to tilt his face and think for a long time with a ridiculous face.

✦ I forgot but: matching shoes as well!!! I don't know why but Yuuji LOVES sneakers.

A word about your match: Your relationship should have its own TV show.

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This was massively inspired by @novanitee

I have to say I loved a lot of your Yandere Moonknight stories and couldn’t help but wonder how a Yandere would react to someone who doesn’t want to leave and one who’s happy to stay. So if I’m being honest this was more for me, but I loved how it turned out. I hope you enjoy it as much as I loved your stories

Leaving Isn't an Option

Yandere Moonknight x OC

It's not so bad, being stuck here.

And 'stuck' is the right word.

I'm not really trapped, per say, just... encouraged to stay put.

Which is easy, it's not like I did anything else before. Go to work, pay the bills, cook, repeat.

Life was monotonous and very, very lonely.

I'm not sure when, where or even how I ended up in the world of Moon Knight. Or even the Marvel Universe. I didn't really get out much, didn't really have a reason to.

Just a boring and lonely existence.

Maybe it was wishing something would happen.

Maybe it was staring at the moon and quoting, "Second Star to the right and Straight on till Morning." Never really knowing if the star was my right or the moon's right because it's never been specified.

But something happened.

Something shifted.

I was no longer there, but here.

Which I understand makes absolutely no sense, but it happened without my knowledge and my days went on like normal.

I've never watched the news, it always felt misleading.

Never bothered with facebook, FarmVille had long since become boarding and redundant. Who waits 4 hours of real life time for one patch of strawberries to grow?

I wasnt going to spend five dollars on speed enhancers.

Never really called my parents, they finally got the kids out of their house? Why would they want to see me?

I've only ever talked to my fellow fan fiction writers and readers on Discord, but we all were focused on our mutual love for Undertale. So not really friend friends, but also not not friends.

Weird, believe me I know.

So absolutely no real reason to leave except for food and the extremely rare occasion for eating out.

I had no real reason to even suspect being on someone's radar.

I had never been and forever assumed I would never be.

Friends and acquaintances? Easy.

Family? Yeah, well you either have them or you don't.

Lovers? What's that? Can you eat it? ...Ew, on second thought don't answer that. Please.

So really, my life wasn't't anything special.

Or shouldn't have been anything special.

My life changed when I had decided I didn't want to cook that day. So I went to a Burger King next to a Starbucks. Simple.

Fill up on the fries and drink, have a burger for breakfast, all for a debatable price of 10 dollars.

Again nothing special.

A sit-down would be expensive and would remind me just how alone I was.

I guess I was pretty predictable, always going to the same places to eat or shop, but I never really noticed.

Never really cared.

Not until he, well I should really say 'they' , pointed it out. And they never pointed it out until they made sure I could never leave, which again I don't really mind.

I met them, him when I walked out the door accidentally spilling iced coke all over the poor guy.

Apologizing profusely, I had offered to buy him lunch as an apology, its not like I could buy the guy a new shirt.

I'm somewhat surprised I didn't recognize him to begin with, sure he looked familiar and his name was Steven, but what really should have sold it was the fact that Steven with a 'V' was Vegan.

Though I was more surprised that Burger King had vegan options, the impossible burger? Really?

I guess its in the name. Still, shocking, both the burger and my own stupidity.

But I liked him.

He was nice, well muscled, dark hair (that was my weakness, those cheating bastards) and polite.

Honestly, what wasn't there to love? We talked. A lot.

I was pretty thrilled when he shyly asked for my number. I thought 'Why not? It'd be nice to have a friend again.' And we traded phones, I never noticed him activate the tracking part of the phone.

I probably shouldn't have been so lazy and trusting (Jake has lectured me a lot on that, really that sweet worry wart) handing Steven my phone, in my defense I've never had to worry about that.

Steven once told me he finally understood why Marc and Jake had wanted to protect his innocence once they had met me.

Others probably would have been offended, me? I was honored and kissed him.

It was... nice, having someone to talk to, someone to text.

Someone I could just be me.

Steven would send these really cute or funny history bits, mostly Egyptian, sometimes complaining that gods can be annoyingly demanding.

Again, I should have noticed, but really would you notice? Or even care too? We all complain about god.

Looking back, I feel like my past self was one of those side characters on Doctor Who that never noticed aliens or the blue police box.

To be fair, its easier to notice things when they don't happen to you. Still makes me feel stupid though.

I never really found it odd that we kept meeting up when ever I was out shopping, passing it off as coincidence time and time again.

Sure there were times I felt someone watching, but every time there was no one following me.

Sure there was a feeling or two that made me glance over my shoulder a few times just to check, but then Steven would show up and it would stop.

Which was extremely relieving, having Steven by my side. After a while it turned stressful without Steven there to shop with. I tried not to, but calling him and asking if he'd like to shop together made the day that much better, that much less lonely.

It was on one such day, after feeling a piercing stare and finding nothing, that I ended up laying my head on his shoulder with a sigh of relief.

Of course I removed it with a shit load of apologies. But to my utter amazement, after he got over his shock, he just smiled and gently placed my head back on his shoulder.

"Are you sure?" I asked, again still a bit worried.

His smile was so gentle, so sweet, so warm, "Of course, luv." And placed his arm around my shoulder. Heaven could never have such forbidden fruit.

I, gladly, soaked up as much as I could.

Steven could be the nectar of the gods with his sweetness, he laughed quite happily when I told him that once, well it was a mumble, but still... true.

We didn't just shop together, I rather enjoyed inviting him over so he could teach me some vegan recipes.

Being with Steven made life, easier.

It was easier to breathe, to enjoy breathing again. I wasn't just moving through the motions of life, I was Living again.

I could actually look forward to tomorrow.

And when tomorrow came, Steven asked if I wanted to be his girlfriend.

I was flummoxed.

Me? Steven wanted me?

I didn't know it but Jake was rather close to fronting and yelling at me for daring to hurt sweet Steven, when I hadn't answered soon enough.

Tears had slowly fallen from my eyes and Steven nearly went into a panic seemingly about to apologize when I softly asked, "Me? Are you sure?"

It was the first time anyone had ever asked. Had ever looked at me.

His smile could have melted gold, easily shattering my shields, ones I never knew had surrounding my heart.

It burned, but somehow in a good way, still it was too much and I looked away.

He had to cup my cheeks in his hands, getting me to look at him. His thumb wiping away a stray tear, "I would love that, luv. Would you be willing to be mine?"

Choking back a sob, "No one... no one ever... ever... no one's ever wanted me."

I couldn't help leaning into his gentle touch, missing the frown that formed, but he quickly wiped it away from their face, "Not like that anyway. I've...I've had a few crushes, but nothing ever..."

I couldn't help looking into his eyes, practically begging for this to not be a dream, searching for even a hint of a lie.

I searched his face, soft and gentle, "Are...are you sure you want me?"

"Oh, baby girl of course we want you."

I wailed clutching him tighter as he leaned me on to his shoulder, as he shushed me rocking me back and forth, " I've got you, baby girl. Shhhh. We've got you. Shhh" years of pain, anguish, want flowed into those tears. "Let it out, mi amor. Let it all go."

I didn't leave his arms that night, or even that weekend. We refused to let go of each other. Sometimes the grips were tighter, or stronger but all it felt like was safety and home. I didn't want them to let go.

I was wanted.

I was happy for the first time in forever.

It nearly tore me apart watching them walk away, but I did have work in the morning.

Work had never been such a drag until then.

It physically hurt to be away from Steven, so I did the one thing I could think of. I went to the hardware store after work.

As much as it hurt not to ask Steven to come I wanted it to be a surprise, but like always I felt those eyes boring into me. It made me want to call Steven, but... but picturing his, hopefully, happy face? I could deal with the discomfort.

The feeling didn't stop, at least I think it didn't, I'm not sure when it did but the older clerk behind the counter had smiled when she saw my fidgeting, "Ah, someone special?"

I could only blush violently and nod my head nervously. Her smile widened, "What a lucky man." She reached behind the counter, and started running the machine.

"Well, ...he's my, my first... so..." my nerves were eating me alive, but it'd be worth it.

"Really?" She looked surprised as the lady looked me up and down, "When I'm glad. You seem like a sweet young lady." The clerk chittered on.

It was nearly ten minutes of constant chattering as the clerk milked me for information.

I didn't really want to brag, didn't want to jinx it, but it felt good to share.

It felt good to smile.

The clerk watched on with a warm smile of encouragement as I called my boyfriend, biting my bottom lip as she handed it over and I placed the small box into my pocket.

-click-

" 'Ello?"

Swallowing nervously, "Steven?'

"Luv?" He sounded a bit worried.

"Yeah, ah hi. I was wondering..." I couldn't stop tapping my fingers on my leg just to use some of my extra energy. Steven, sweet, sweet Steven just patiently hummed, "if you wouldn't mind coming over? Please."

Not even noticing the man walking away on the phone two isles down.

"Sure I wouldn't mind luv."

"Great" I squeaked before quickly repeating it in a more normal voice, " See you in a few"

"See you in a few, luv."

-click-

Letting out a large breath, I turned and thanked the clerk as I handed over the money with a smile on my face, "Thank you."

"No thank you for making this old lady's day. I wish you luck."

I couldn't hold back my chuckle, "And I wish you a good week of good customers."

That made her laugh as she handed me change, "Ah, I see, another fellow retailer?"

"Yeah, first few years of college were horrible."

"Say no more." She said with a smile on her face.

I returned it, "Again, thank you."

"It's no trouble, now go on, shoo!" She waved her hands, "you've got a boy to gift. Shoo!"

I laughed on my way out, feeling happy and hopeful.

A great day indeed.

It turned into an even better day when Steven opened the box to reveal my new extra house key.

I didn't see the kiss coming, "It's absolutely beautiful, baby girl."

Completely shocked, missing how his accent had dropped as I touched my lips a deep blush forming. "What? Baby girl, what is it?"

Looking up, I blushed deeper catching a glance of his lips before staring into those deep eyes, they were the same, yet they somehow held more.

"That- that was my first..." I squeaked.

"Oh, oh!" I never noticed as he held me closer, leading me into a hug as Steven glared daggers at the reflection.

(Jake was so proud, both at Marc's kiss and Stevens glare. His boys were growing a backbone!).

"I'm so sorry, luv!"

I couldn't help hugging him back, squeezing a bit before asking, "Could, could we... again?"

This made him smile as he leaned back and looked into my eyes with his warm, ice melting ones, "Sure."

The second one was warm and comforting, the third became ruff and deep and I couldn't help loving all of them, I felt wanted, I felt loved again.

This man was slowly becoming my entire world.

And everyday he would come over after work.

Everyday he would kiss me at least three times, each with there own flare, each with their own intensity and still I greedily accepted each and every one.

— — —

They, well Steven had been dating her for months, with Jake and Marc coming out on occasion. She never seemed to notice or if she did she brushed it off.

They loved her, they really did, but sometimes he wished she would notice. Wish she'd ask questions, it'd make it much easier to come clean.

Though Marc seemed to enjoy the lack of in his words, 'unnecessary' questions. Jake bemoaned the fact that she was so oblivious.

This may have started with an order from Khonshu, but it had become an obsession over time.

Layla was a strong woman and Marc had loved her in his own way. Marc's ex was strong alone, could easily, has easily fought confidently, side by side with Marc and Steven, but she and Jake clashed, each just as bull headed as the other, making a relationship a bit difficult with the three.

Plus Jake wasn't happy when Layla had smacked Marc across the face.

Marc had defended her saying he deserved it since he left, but Jake refused to let Layla be alone with Marc or Steven.

Deserved or not, if she did it once she would do it again and Jake refused to leave his boys defenseless.

He knew Marc and Steven wouldn't fight against Layla, Jake however...

So the three were just friends, while Jake only tolerates Layla for his boy's happiness. Sure they were sad at the end of the relationship, but Jake knew they deserved better. It's why he stayed as Khonshu's Avatar (and boy was that a shit show when he had dropped the beans, they forgave him and moved on. He really does love them.)

So when an order came to watch someone who doesn't belong in this world, all three went, each curious in their own way.

They would admit the woman was... ... ...boring?

Normal?

Well, she didn't seem like she was any different, but hey Harrow fell off the deep end why can't she?

So they watched and watched, it was an order, an easy order but an order none the less until Khonshu deemed her to be just another pathetic worm that no longer needed their attention.

They... didn't really stop.

They had noticed her schedule, had memorized it to the point they ended up following it subconsciously.

If anyone was to blame it was entirely the god's fault.

Steven thought she was sweet.

Marc noticed how lonely she felt.

Jake saw.

Saw how she was withering away, how she practically begged for protection.

Jake really liked how she seemed to sense them, liked how she trusted her instincts, weak as they were she still had them.

She was a walking contradiction in some ways.

She kept her head down and avoided people, avoided being seen, but they saw her.

They watched her.

They noticed how she seemed to hide and it flared all of their protective instincts.

Originally it was a way to pass time.

They didn't really need to work for money anymore, they had plenty and Khonshu had them take certain jobs, and if Jake could get some money out of it, then all the better.

Steven never really liked the 'blood' money, but Jake and Marc refuse to let Steven get stuck in retail or with another piece of trash boss again.

(Donna is still lucky to be alive, the two are still waiting for the perfect time. Its not murder if something just 'happens' right?)

But Steven didn't mind watching her, so they compromised.

Watching her for the day, and working with Khonshu at night (they slept when she went to work, no biggie).

At first it wasn't hard to leave for Khonshu's 'trips', but it became harder as time passed on.

Soon returning ended up as their priority and Khonshu could careless so long as the job was done.

Since Marc and Steven wanted the job done just as much to get back, Khonshu didn't really have any complaints, "Apparently even a worm has its uses."

He was dutifully ignored.

They wanted to get to know her, to be apart of her life.

And if she broke their heart? Well, Jake would take care of it.

All three had found something in her that they enjoyed.

For Steven, she was sweet (Hah! Told you guys so!) and so welcoming. She enjoyed listening to him and both genuinely enjoyed the documentaries that Marc and Jake became bored to death with. Even making a game of it at one point when she started explaining why one documentary was wrong, elaborating each point and encouraged him to do the same.

Marc, well Marc loved all the cuddles and how she showed that she cared (for Steven) making food and learning recipies together, always finding a way to touch. And just leaning on them in general.

It helped that she never pried or asked for more information. If she did and he said 'no' she dropped it unlike Layla, and would always remind him she was there if he wanted.

It was refreshing if Marc was being honest.

Jake rather enjoyed how she depended on him (them). She would tense up when they watched her from afar, like he said she had instincts.

He really liked when she started calling them every time she even felt remotely scared. Jake loved how she would lean on them for comfort and melt into their embrace after that first time.

It felt good to be needed in subtle ways.

She would ask for their opinions, but would also ask why instead of just obeying. He liked the little arguments, they were fun and unlike with Layla she didn't get violent when angry, just puffed out her tiny little cheeks, ardilla listada (chipmunk) he had called her and she responded with Qué?

"¿Asi que hablas espanol?"

"en inglés por favor"

He barked out a laugh and he loved the way her eyes sparked as she nailed the accent, all three were rather impressed.

"No."

"Sí"

"No"

"Sí!"

Jake, over all, enjoyed her spunk.

He did however nearly lose it when Steven asked her to be their girlfriend and she didn't respond, she nearly broke their hearts, but then it broke for another reason entirely.

She cried because nobody had wanted her.

And, well, that just sealed the deal, she wouldn't leave them, ever.

They'd never allow it.

If only they could get her home, right now.

...but even a starving predator is patient. So they settle for just holding her tightly in their arms, each taking their own turn, but refusing to let go.

Leaving was one of the hardest and yet the most satisfying things they have ever felt.

And Damn, it hurt to leave, but the way she refused to let them out of her sight, the way they could feel her eyes on them?

They had never walked so slow before, never looked back to her window so much. It was amazing to know she didn't want them to leave as much as they didn't want to leave.

So imagine their rage when she was late returning home from work.

Oh, they wouldn't have been worried (they were) since they followed her phone to the hardware store.

If she was mugged it'd be the last thing the asshole would ever know.

When it turned out she was the one to make a side trip, Oh they were pissed.

They loved her, but she should have, no needed to be home with them, she shouldn't have left! Job or no.

Jake wondered if it was too soon to dish out a bit of punishment. They really didn't like how the lady looked at their girl.

Jake did, however, settle a bit when he saw how she looked around and fingered her phone, the other two noticed as well and calmed down, just a bit.

It helped to know she was still thinking of them, still she needed to be at home.

They chose an isle that was close enough to hear them, but still had the perfect view of their girl. Tense shoulders relaxed as their discussion went on.

So imagine their surprise when they answered the call. When Steven met them and was handed a personal gift.

She was definitely forgiven.

And in a way, it allowed each of them to come out. To show themselves to her.

She eagerly accepted their affection and they couldn't be more thrilled.

She was their innocent bean.

———

An: how she came here and how it ends I leave that up to you. Personally I’m a sucker for happy endings

[piratefalls]

3, 6 & 15 for the fic recs ?

hi nonnie! as i've been doing, i'm ignoring the single fic rule. this is a multifandom blog and i will conduct business as such.

3. A fic that made you laugh out loud

so i shared a couple here but there have been a few others!

for rwrb All the Lonely Starbucks Lovers by @kiwiana-writes actually had me in tears. they've written a couple things that cracked me up but that one had me cackling.

Bogarted (teen wolf) by @halffizzbin (hi julie!) is one that lives rent free in my head all these years later.

for 911 (buddie) i'd have to go with I Hate Accidents (Except When We Went From Friends to This) by morganofthefairies because (1) they're idiots who share a brain cell and (2) chim's exasperation with their idiocy is so funny.

aaaand for hawaii five-0 (mcdanno) i really do love Curiosity Didn't Kill This Cat by unadrift. danny having a crisis is almost always funny.

6. A fic that made you smile on a bad day

the one i've reread (mumbles number) of times to help with a bad day is the bright as the morning, soft as the rain series (911/bucktommy) from @bucktheally. it is delightful and buck being a bisexual disaster, especially when faced with a confident tommy, will never not be catnip to me.

also included: all the fics listed above. i was likely having a bad day when i read them.

15. A fic you wish you could display on your bookshelf

i'm thinking in terms of length so i'd again have to pick in death's dream kingdom by therestlessbrook (kastle), or all so human with our guards down by maxbegone (firstprince), or Named by RC_McLachlan (destiel), or Cornerstone by Vendelin (sterek). those are just a handful that come to mind!

fic rec ask meme!

[randomfoggytiger]

How the Ghosts Stole Christmas In-Depth (Part VI): Tears and Terror

Time for crazy good fun!

**Note**: Will edit later~.

Scully pops awake, grabbing for her gun and flashlight to sweep the room, trying to plan an escape route. This time she throws all hangups to the wind, grasping at both the left and right doors, hoping at least one will work. 

“I locked it,” drones Maurice, who’s appeared in one of the chairs before the fireplace. 

Scully keeps the gun pointed directly at him despite his assurances (“for your protection” sounds too much like CSM's En Ami excuse: “you were exhausted”); and fed up, she barks warnings that she's armed and not afraid to shoot. 

“Glad to hear it,” the ghost rejoinders, “you may have to defend yourself against that crazy partner of yours.” 

“What have you done to him??,” she yells, heartbroken and afraid that Mulder might have been hurt. 

“Do you have any idea why he brought you here, to this house?”

Scully’s lip trembles as she takes a deep breath. “Look, all I know is this is just some bad dream. This is all in my head.”

Maurice cuts through her denial: “And yet here you are waving a gun at me. Like your partner.”

At that dramatic cue, Not!Mulder begins BANGING on the door, yelling “Scully!” Off of this, Maurice continues, “Do you realize how seriously disturbed that man is? How dark and lonely?”

Scully’s confidence crumbles once again-- this time with anguish, staring deep into the other man’s soul to try to find a flicker of a lie to jumpstart her denial. She’s not afraid of Mulder (never)-- but the realization that she’s left him in the dark about her feelings, that he might have felt like an unwanted hindrance or annoyance, is breaking her heart a little more each time Maurice or Lyda “unite” with her critical mind against him. 

Scully rushes to help Mulder, stopped briefly when Maurice holds out her car keys. In utter bafflement and anger, she turns her righteous fury into interrogation. “Where did you get those??”

Maurice bats away her questions. “He’s got nowhere to go this Christmas.” How sad that Mulder’s solitude is being weaponized against him. “No one to go with. Did he happen to mention a story about a lover’s pact?” 

“Where did you get those keys?” she tries to redirect again, wanting to escape this train of thought as fast as possible. If Mulder was alone and she didn’t notice… why didn’t she notice? Did she not notice and make him feel like a burden? Is she responsible for whatever breakdown Mulder might be going through on the other side of the door? Was she not a good enough Starbuck for her Ahab, inadvertently abandoning him to madness?

Of course none of this is true: in Part 1 it’s even hinted Scully came prepared to spend time with Mulder (all her presents wrapped, etc.)... just not at a haunted house. But Scully dutifully lashes herself, her nature taking all of the burdens of her partner’s weaknesses and her boss’s disappointments and her mother’s fears and her brother’s scolding and her late sister’s death and her father's disappointment and foisting them on herself alone. And Scully thinks she can take it as long as she keeps moving forward. But when Mulder stagnates, she is forced to sit; and those back-breaking burdens start to weigh on her bones and make her reevaluate her life by overthinking her human errors-- her faults, as she deems them.

And Maurice and Lyda sniffed this out and continue to spin her around with her guilt complex. 

Scully’s guilt complex is ever present and fueled by a sense of failure to save Mulder; while Mulder’s guilt complex is (mostly) kept tucked away in-between his dusty files (which is why he never stops work long enough to feel guilty) but emerges every time his quest drags another life-- Scully’s-- down further into the stomach of his white whale. 

“The man is acting out an unconscious yearning: a deep-seated terror of being alone.” 

Maurice is dead-on: Mulder’s fear of “being the only one left” was rooted in childhood before his sister’s abduction (Aubrey); and continues after Scully chose not to leave in FTF and all the way up to (and beyond) his disastrous wish in Je Souhaite. 

Scully shrinks back, tears in her eyes, as she tries to get distance and regain control. When Mulder knocks again, she pauses-- and yes, she believes, for a moment, that the old ghost might be right about her lonely, isolated partner…. But she answers “Mulder”, anyway, hearing his voice and trusting it like always. 

“I’m here, Mulder.” 

She grabs the keys and brandishes her gun once more: “Open the door.” 

“I’ve seen it happen… too many times in this house,” Maurice builds, creepy angelic choir building around him. 

“I don’t believe you,” Scully snaps, firm and sure. She cuts off further conversation by yelling at him to “Open the door!”, but still purses her lips in conflicted anticipation. To be Scully is to doubt and yet to trust Mulder underneath those doubts (as she’s demonstrated since the Pilot and particularly poignantly in Badlaa… as wonky as that episode is.)  

“Where’s Scully?” asks Not!Mulder, opening the door and facing Maurice. At her “Mulder,” the fake whips around and points his gun directly at her chest-- right for the heart (ah, Lyda, you melodramatic witch.)  

He misses… because it’s not him, which is a nice detail; and fake-Mulder-who-shall-now-be-referred-to-as-Lyda realizes she needs to get as close to her target as possible. 

Scully, shaken, tries to talk “him” down while Lyda squeezes off a few more shots. 

“There’s no getting out of here, Scully. There’s no way home.” 

“Mulder, c’mon! Mulder, don’t come any closer-- you’re scaring me!”

A great shot of Maurice hovering by Not!Mulder’s right side depicts him as a controlling shoulder-demon.

“PUT THE GUN DOWN!”

“WHAT ARE YOU GONNA DO-- YOU GONNA SHOOT ME??” Lyda taunts, effortlessly portraying a gleefully manic Mulder at the end of his rope. 

“I’m not gonna shoot you!” Scully yells back. Then, either as a consoling effort-- or a desperate, pleaful warning-- she adds, “I don’t wanna shoot you!” 

“It’s me or you,” Manic!Mulder replies-- a dead-giveaway this isn’t the actual guy (who only ever thinks of himself and Scully as one unit), “you or me. One of us has to do it.” 

“Mulder, look,” Scully begins, running through the steps that always talks him down, “we don’t have to do this.” 

“OH YES WE DO.” (How DD delivered that line cracks me up.) 

“We can get out of here--”

“Even if we could, what’s waiting for us? More LONELINESS??”

And now for the greatest line that Chris Carter ever wrote: “And then 365 more shopping days ‘til even MORE loneliness!” (Bless that man for this sentence alone.)

“I don’t believe what you’re saying!” Scully yells back. 

At her continued denial (“Mulder, I don’t believe a word of this!”), Lyda flashes even crazier eyes (just look at the masterpiece below. I would be crying laughing if I could) before nailing home her point with a fake shot to the other woman’s gut. 

Even in fatal injury, Scully’s disbelief at Mulder’s actions is epitomized by her iconic raised eyebrow. 

Stunned, she drops her tools and stares, open-mouthed, at her wound; then back at her partner, completely at a loss for words (as previously discussed, the tell-tale sign of a short circuiting Scully Brain.) 

Cool editing where Lyda and Maurice are briefly tinted with ghost-green amongst the white and black coloring of the ensuing lightning flash.

Not!Mulder slowly approaches as Scully wobbles and collapses (and it’s here where-- when I first watched it-- I thought Mulder was going to snap out of a Linda Bowman style mind-manipulation… but nope. Even better.) And Lyda has the guts (heh) to lay a thick layer of icing on this morbid Christmas cake: “Merry Christmas, Scully.” 

Scully, with tears brimming once again, watches as “Mulder” slowly raises the gun to his temple, helpless to stop and too breathless to even call out. She is absolutely gutted to see him die, or even put a gun to his head. Even after his “betrayal”, Scully still cares and looks out for Mulder’s best interest-- likely all too willing to attribute this fiasco to a second round of Folie a Deux. 

It’s then that Maurice tackles “the disturbed young man” (who fish-lips as he’s being dragged away), separating her "partner" from "his" pistol like a sugar addict from a candy spill in Aisle #4. 

“Let me go!” begs fake Mulder; and the two ghosts barely make it out of the room before cackling their heads off.  

In the midst of her Not!Mulder’s begging, Scully manages to raise herself a little off the floor in her concern and protection of Mulder, even this crazy crack version of him. Too weak, she collapses back on the floor, unable to tail after and soothe him back to sanity. 

The real Mulder, meanwhile, finally stumbles his way into a new-but-not-new room (“SCULLY!”)  where he finds “Scully” shot on the floor… for clarity’s sake, I will also be referring to this fake as Lyda, because of course it is. 

“Scully…” he murmurs, stumbling back in shock before stoically stomping over just as Lyda bobs her heads around (that stage actress streak shining through) and mumbles “Mulder… is that you?”  

Carefully, he pries his fake partner’s head from the floor, cradling it in both of his hands. The veneer starts to crack as he heartbrokenly asks, “What did you do?” 

“I didn’t believe it Mulder,” Lyda dangles, keeping her eyes firmly shut as Mulder’s begin to fill with anguish and fear. 

Mulder kicks into self-preservation mode, seeking answers instead of focusing on the reality unfolding before him. “You didn’t believe what?” 

“I didn’t believe you’d do it…. That I would.” 

Lyda pops out a sniper gun, sticking it right against Mulder’s gut; and, with a smirk pulling at her lips, she fires off after a goodbye “Merry Christmas, Mulder.”

Mulder snaps out of confusion and straight into taut alert. “What are you doing?” 

Too late: Lyda pulls the trigger. 

Oblivious to the trick, Mulder falls over; and lightning again flashes, this time revealing Lyda to the viewer (in all her stained nightgown glory) and a very gray-in-the-face Mulder (a little peek into how seriously he's feeling the effects of fake blood loss.)

“..Sc…” he breathes, clutching at his chest before passing out. 

The ghostess, meanwhile, giggles and dances her feet midair over her handiwork. 

What's left, you ask? Why, a dramatic crawl away to mood music, of course!

Thank you for reading~

Enjoy!

[tolerateit]

so. i was too lazy to check the lyrics while listening to ttpd. when i heard down bad, i thought she said 'i love your hostels take over' and i was like uh wow that sounds weird but go on girl. and for a few days i wondered which hostels they talked about. even until i found out it's actually 'hostile take over', my brain refused to accept like when people misheard 'all the lonely starbucks lovers'. anw i'm non native english speaker, so yeah it happens a few times.

Aksksks he looks so pretty like the devil!! Saw a tweet that went 'now I'm down bad crying at the Jim (from the office)' and I still picture him when it plays haha!

[maester-of-spreadsheets]

I don’t care what genius dot com say, the REAL lyrics are “he’s divorced and you’re a guilty pleasure.” This is my Roman Empire “all the lonely Starbucks lovers”

[kiwiana-writes]

2024 Writing Round Up

Thanks to @cha-melodius for the tag a couple of days ago—I put this in draft to wait for my Christmas gift fic to be published, even though I still have a couple of 2024 deadlines remaining. This is... a long fucking list, so under the cut it goes. I’m tagging everyone mentioned below abs anyone else who wants to play!!

JANUARY

None of my love will go to waste [RWRB; Alex/Henry; rated E; 5,306 words] Henry has made peace with the fact that he's in love with his straight roommate. When he walks in on said "straight" roommate with a man, though, he may need to re-evaluate. [A gift for @clottedcreamfudge]

All the Lonely Starbucks Lovers [RWRB; Alex/Henry; rated E; 5,895 words] Five times Henry puts his foot in his mouth in front of his customer crush, and one time he puts his dick in his customer crush's mouth instead doesn't.

[PODFIC] Going Platinum [RWRB; Alex/Henry; rated E; 2:11:26 long] Podfic of Going Platinum by @cricketnationrise

FEBRUARY

[PODFIC] but if you could see us from a distance, you’d know i’ve always been so close to you [RWRB; Alex/Henry; rated E; 1:03:31 long] Podfic of but if you could see us from a distance, you’d know i’ve always been so close to you by @anincompletelist

A thousand dreams that would awake me [RWRB; Alex/Henry; rated E; 5,935 words] Henry visits a sex club to get spanked the way he's craving.

MARCH

Pankakke [RWRB; Alex/Henry; rated E; 644 words] The first trickle of syrup that hits him is always the best. He gasps, opening up his batter bubbles to allow more in, writhing in pleasure as the maple tips his bottle until he's spent. Henry moans appreciatively as he absorbs the thick liquid, welcoming it in.

Thus may poor fools believe false teachers [RWRB; Oscar & Rafael; rated T; 1,808 words] Rafael's POV of the Dad's Way cancellation; a prequel to With so much of my heart (that none is left to protest) [a gift for @inexplicablymine]

APRIL

What a beautiful tone [RWRB; Alex/Henry; rated E; 2,345 words] First time rimming but make it really, really introspective.

Warm like the glow that you feel head to toe [RWRB; Alex/Henry; rated E; 5,131 words] Alex is a senator; Henry is a prince who knows exactly what he wants.

Nature's infinite book of secrecy [RWRB; Alex/Henry, Oscar & Rafael; rated T; 1,981 words] Five times Rafael tried to figure out when Henry might propose and one time Oscar did something with that information; a sequel to With so much of my heart (that none is left to protest) [a gift for @cricketnationrise]

[PODFIC] …But My Boyfriend Is [RWRB; Alex/Henry; rated E; 0:16:40 long] Podfic of ...But My Boyfriend Is by @clottedcreamfudge

MAY

[PODFIC] kiss me like you love me [RWRB; Alex/Henry; rated E; 0:14:47 long] Podfic of kiss me like you love me by @getmehighonmagic

[PODFIC] You're So Attractive; How Did That Happen [RWRB; Alex/Henry; rated E; 0:15:28 long] Podfic of You're So Attractive; How Did That Happen by @sparklepocalypse

[PODFIC] I Hear It (When I Look at You) [RWRB; Alex/Henry; rated M; 0:37:45 long] Podfic of I Hear It (When I Look at You) by @affectionatelyrs

[PODFIC + LIVE READ WHILE BAKING] An Amateur's Guide to Piping That Cream and Beating That Meat [RWRB; Alex/Henry; rated T; 0:38:29 long (podfic), 0:45:24 long (live read)] Podfic of An Amateur's Guide to Piping That Cream and Beating That Meat by @firenati0n

Like loving the stars themselves [RWRB; Alex/Henry; rated E; 7,219 words] Alex is a Time Lord, and time is complicated; Henry keeps meeting him out of order, and it's been a while.

Steep my senses in forgetfulness [The Pairing; Kit/Theo; rated G; 416 words] Theo can hear the way the ocean rolls up to the shore, lapping up over the beach before falling back, summoned into the chill of the Atlantic.

A Prince in the Pâtisserie [RWRB/The Pairing crossover; Alex/Henry, Kit/Theo; rated T; 588 words] “Parlez-vous anglais?” Alex Claremont-Diaz asks, his smile somehow even more blinding in person than it is on TV—and, yeah, maybe Kit only really started paying attention to US politics when Ellen Claremont was elected. Sue him. “I really hope so, cause I’m pretty sure Henry’s getting sick of translating for me.”

[PODFIC] No Ordinary Friend [The Pairing; Blond Calum/Ginger Calum; rated M; 0:22:25 long] Podfic of No Ordinary Friend by @cha-melodius

The wind in our free-flowing sails (and the liquor in our cocktails) [RWRB; Alex/Henry; rated E; 1,889 words] Henry is a speakeasy bartender, and Alex is the surface for body shots. Then they fuck about it. That's the fic. [A gift for @sparklepocalypse]

When a man has fallen down upon his knees [RWRB; Alex/Henry; rated E; 1,886 words] Henry is a Broadway star, and Alex is his principal dresser. There are a LOT of quick changes. [A gift for @blueeyedgrlwrites]

A compass that fell silent at the sound of song [RWRB; Alex/Henry; rated E; 1,542 words] The golden age of piracy has come and gone, but every ending is a new beginning. [A gift for @cactusdragon517]

One day we'll be living in the stars [RWRB; Alex/Henry; rated M; 1,262 words] Alex is a new settler on Mars, and Henry helps him settle in. So to speak. [A gift for @ashesfromashes]

JUNE

[PODFIC] Through His Stomach [RWRB; Alex/Henry; rated E; 1:21:59 long] Podfic of Through His Stomach by @frostingway for @aroyallybigbangrwrb

With his educated eyes (and his head between my thighs) [RWRB; Alex/Henry; rated E; 2,110 words] Savile Row tailors have spacious dressing rooms. [A gift for @sparklepocalypse]

Just let me get that, slick back [RWRB; Alex/Henry; rated E; 2,069 words] Henry's hair is long, and Alex feels extremely normal about it. Honest.

A midnight medication (just show me where it hurts) [RWRB; Alex/Henry; rated T; 2,121 words] Henry became a paediatrician to help sick children—not to flirt with their adults. [A gift for @sail-not-drift]

JULY

Naturally adapted for bodily exertion [RWRB; Alex/Henry; rated E; 1,954 words] Alex and Henry are competitors in the Olympic Pentathlon... in 444BC. [A gift for @three-drink-amy]

Never want to live (or die) without you [RWRB; Alex/Henry; rated E; 9,999 words] Alex Claremont-Diaz is a pretty ordinary guy with a pretty ordinary life. He has a kinda shitty corporate law job, a nice apartment, and an incredibly sexy husband. It's a good life, overall. He's not anticipating any major changes to that life anytime soon. Major changes like, for example, eating some sketchy shellfish during a client lunch meeting and suddenly finding himself undead and with an irresistible craving for human flesh. You know. Hypothetically. (A Santa Clarita Diet AU)

I pictured you with other girls in love [RWRB; Alex/Henry; rated E; 5,187 words] Henry has an unfortunately physical reaction the first time he meets Alex... and it's not the one you're thinking of. [A gift for @sparklepocalypse]

AUGUST-SEPTEMBER

Brain break(down)

OCTOBER

SERIES: Kinktober 2024 [RWRB; various pairings; rated E; 40,000 words total]

Collars

Incubus/Succubus

Wax Play

Xenophilia

Somnophilia

Rough Sex

Nipple Orgasm [Alex/Nora]

Service Top

Tentacles

Cigar/Ash Play [Oscar/Rafael]

Hair Kink

Mutual Masturbation

Wing Kink

Magical Healing Dick

Boot Worship [Zahra/Shaan]

Biting

Hand/Finger Kink

Exhibitionism

Merpeople

Belly Bulge

Voice Kink

Fisting

Selfcest [39-year-old Henry/38-year-old Alex/19-year-old Alex]

Glory Hole

Double Penetration [June/Nora/Pez]

Orgasm Delay/Denial

Dry Humping

Dendrophilia

Omorashi, Humiliation [two prompts combined because I missed a day]

Sex Toys, Power Bottom, Knotting [all three prompts used for the last day of Kinktober!]

NOVEMBER

Someday your rainbow will come smiling through [Cinderella; trans man Cinderella/Cinderella's Prince; rated G; 3,108 words] A trans take on Cinderella [originally written as an original short story and shared on AO3 when it wasn't submitted for publication]

[WIP] Years of dreams just can't be wrong [RWRB; Alex/Henry; rated E; 13,330 words currently published] An Anastasia AU.

We gonna need some brand-new jeans [RWRB; Alex/Henry; rated E; 930 words] Finding a use for Thanksgiving leftovers. [Written for Smutsgiving 2024]

DECEMBER

Make heaven drowsy with the harmony [RWRB; Zahra/Shaan; rated M; 2,630 words] Zahra and Shaan's story before and alongside With so much of my heart (that none is left to protest). [A gift for @cricketnationrise for @fandomtrumpshate]

Signed, Sealed, Delivered [RWRB; Liam/Pez; rated E; 3,682 words] Five times Pez brings in something ridiculous to post to his friend in the States, and one time Liam has to put his foot down. [A gift for @onthewaytosomewhere for @fandomtrumpshate]

I only want you under my mistletoe [RWRB; Alex/Henry, Liam/Pez; rated E; 5,649 words] Pre-Christmas shopping is hell, but some retail workers make it more than bearable. [A gift for @everwitch-magiks]

[TBD by the end of the year] Inside you the time moves [RWRB; Alex/Henry; rated E; 10-20k] A gift for @amanita-fierce for @fandomtrumpshate

[TBD by the end of the year] All my promise and my pride (all my fear and all my fight) [RWRB; Alex/Henry; rated E; 10-20k] A gift for @larkral for @fandomtrumpshate

[imaginationintowords]

Since I decided to just not continue Speak Now for now, I posted an outline of what I had planned to happen:

Here is the link

Thank you to everyone for supporting my work!!! I truly appreciated all the love and support. Again I’m sorry for not finishing the story the proper way. Hope this outline gives you all the information you needed. If you have anymore questions regarding it just let me know :)

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All the Lonely Starbucks Lovers

All the Lonely Starbucks Lovers https://ift.tt/8vn6mgY by kiwiana “That floor doesn’t look like it’s very comfortable on your knees, is all.” Henry leans forward, scooping out a piece of brownie that got under the counter, somehow. “I wouldn’t worry about that—my knees are quite used to it.” A full four seconds of silence follows this pronouncement, during which Henry focuses very hard on opening a trap door directly into hell with the power of his mind. Or, five times Henry puts his foot in his mouth in front of his customer crush, and one time he puts his dick in his customer crush's mouth instead doesn't. Words: 5895, Chapters: 1/1, Language: English Fandoms: Red White & Royal Blue - Casey McQuiston Rating: Explicit Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply Categories: M/M Characters: Henry Fox-Mountchristen-Windsor, Alex Claremont-Diaz, Nora Holleran Relationships: Alex Claremont-Diaz/Henry Fox-Mountchristen-Windsor Additional Tags: Alternate Universe, Alternate Universe - Coffee Shops & Cafés, Alternate Universe - College/University, Based on a Tumblr Post, 5 Things, 5 Times, 5+1 Things, The Mortifying Ordeal of Repeatedly Embarrassing Yourself In Front Of Your Crush, Innuendo, So much Innuendo, Shoving your foot so far in your mouth your gag reflex is activated, Gay Disaster Henry Fox-Mountchristen-Windsor, Starbucks, Blow Jobs, Rimming, Shower Sex, POV Henry Fox-Mountchristen-Windsor via AO3 works tagged 'Alex Claremont-Diaz/Henry Fox-Mountchristen-Windsor' https://ift.tt/qAWx4CU January 17, 2024 at 05:01AM