#Poke Restaurant Concepts

[casuallyanidiot]

Yandere Eldritch being who has taken over your entire town.

TW. Dead Dove Do Not Eat Horror, confinement, isolation, death, Stockholm syndrome, yandere

You didn’t know when it had happened, but there was something very obviously wrong with your town.

It was the little things like the warped street signs, the inconsistent cracks in the sidewalk, and the way that the uncanny faces of people seemed to stare at you. It didn’t use to be like this, but you found yourself cautious about your new reality on the daily. You did try to leave and call for help, but there was some mysterious force cutting off your network. And when you did try to pack all your bags and high tail it out of there, you would end up just looping straight back on your street no matter what direction you drove in.

So now you made do with the fact that nothing was normal.

You sometimes wonder why whatever has infected all the people decided to leave you alone. Because there was no way it wasn’t a conscious decision. Your favorite flowers would start sprouting out of concrete walls and glass despite the fact it would be the middle of winter one day and a scorching summer the next. Not to mention, those flowers didn’t even grow here to begin with. It was a gesture. If it was meant to tempt or be kind, you weren’t sure. 

The town functioned like nothing was out of the ordinary, though. Well, at least it tried to puppet the barely real bodies of your community to do things they would daily. The grocery store always had food and figures milling about, and even though none of the products ever tasted quite right or had words in a real language, you could tell “it” was trying to keep things running for you.

You’d once tried to hide away in your house, thinking that it was somehow protecting you from whatever was out there. But all you did was make it angry. Constant thunderstorms that shook the ground, and hail that pounded on your roof and walls. When you continued to stay inside, that’s when it made things clear: it was letting you stay as you were. The house shifted dramatically, doors disappearing and walls bending in front of your eyes. 

Come outside. Stop trying to resist.

Privacy was just another one of those far-out concepts now.

The thing, as you so liked to call it, had been more affectionate lately. You didn’t know exactly how to describe it, but it had started morphing all the “people” into more attractive versions of themselves. Or at least, what it thought of as attractive to humans. Their faces were more tangible now and less blink-and-you’ll-miss-it, but they were uncanny in a new way. Skin too smooth, too perfect in so many different ways. Symmetrical, full lips, pleasant expressions, soothing voices: all things that on paper would lure someone in, but it had alarm bells ringing in your head nearly all the time now.

“I don’t like this, you know,” You said one day as you sat in the diner. The room was stretched out wider than what it looked like on the outside, and the waitress had an unnaturally wide smile. Before you was a plate of… something. Your guess was pancakes.

“What do you mean?” Several voices asked at once. It came from all around, and the waitress’s mouth barely moved to match the words. 

“ I like you better when you aren’t trying so hard to be something you weren’t.”

There was a pause, and the building slowly unraveled into a jumbled mess of things that you could barely comprehend, the other patrons' faces and bodies melting away into linoleum floors. 

“You’re not human. You don’t have to be. I think I’d prefer that honestly,” You shrugged and poked at your food. From the corner of your eyes, a figure seemed to emerge from the mess of what used to be your favorite restaurant. It was a writhing mass of dark tendrils, reaching for anything nearby. You’re breath caught in your throat.

“Do you really mean that?”

The voice spoke, but there wasn’t any face to accompany it. It reverberated in the base of your spine, racing through your nerves like lightning. Your breath hitched, and you finally gathered enough courage to look at it. It was a mess of things you couldn’t quite make out, but it was almost comforting. 

“This is the first time I’ve actually seen you,” you admitted, a small laugh of disbelief caught in your throat. You couldn’t help but smile. It was the first time it had actually listened to you. 

The being twitched, pulsing as it slid over towards where you were sitting at the booth. It was the only thing that had stayed intact. For something so expressionless, you’d dare to say it seemed shy. 

From the inky mass, one tendril reached out for you, the air around it crackling. You stayed in place as it slid over your hand, and you felt the wonder and relief.

“Will you stay with me? I don’t want to force you, but I’m so alone… you’re the only one who doesn’t disappear when I’m near.”

You blinked as the mass filled the cracks between your hands, folding into the lines of your palms as if trying to memorize you. If it had a hand, you’d be holding it. If it had lips, yours would be slotting against them. If it had a heart, you were certain they’d be painted a similar shade of loneliness. 

You stood up and slowly approached it, holding out your arms as you leaned in, wrapped your arms around its slowly forming figure, and nodded in silence. 

[unstable-samurai]

Breathing This Calm Night - smut

Yunjin x Male Reader

ONE-SHOT

Tags: fluff, oral sex, one-shot, tightjob, penetration, k-idol, famous girl, secret relationship

A/n: This is my first request. Thanks @dav1233555 for the plot suggestion 🫡

The two of you were anxiously dragging yourself towards the end of the day. Slowly the hours passed, seeming to last longer than they should, while a hurried and hard routine was followed, with no time to even exchange a few messages.

But you were finally free, at least for now, from the mess that is a magazine of international relevance.

I'm arriving

You read the message and smiled at the phone screen. It wasn't crowded at the restaurant you chose to have dinner at. You reflected for a moment, and thought there was a bit of madness in what you two were doing, but it was indisputable that it was genuine and pure.

Truth be told, this whole thing was real. And thinking that this could be a bit crazy (in other people's eyes, to be more precise) only made your panoramic view of society more bitter.

After all, what was so great about being a foreigner and dating a K-idol? Well, you weren't the guy who was going to change the view of an entire society, so worrying about it was useless.

At least there was some security that this relationship would not be leaked to the media. Well, you were in fact part of the fucking media. There was support from the magazine you worked for (not that you were the owner or anything), and at least no one on your team would poke your eye out. Some other editors you trust already knew about your relationship. It was one of the countless advantages of being in a high position in the company and having a strong influence on what happened inside. I mean, someone from the magazine could try to fuck with you, snakes exist everywhere, doing this in an attempt to self-promote or even abandon ship, handing over the leak of your relationship to another magazine or tabloid (in the headline the motherfuckers would find a way to use the word "affair", just because your previous relationship ended a month before you met Yunjin). But you would discover the funny guy so easily that there wouldn't even be any fun in solving the mystery. All it took was a single call to your father, simply the greatest editor-in-chief who worked at the magazine's headquarters. Already retired, but still exercising great decision-making power thanks to his long years of contributions to the magazine. Your old man was seen almost as a royal advisor or a wise monk where directors, managers and editors from various sectors of the magazine went to ask for advice and help. You were relatively shielded from leaks.

You noticed her approaching. Well disguised, with glasses, hair tied back and comfortable clothes. She looked like just another ordinary girl. You couldn't help but notice the NY Knicks sweatshirt you had given her as a gift, it was both of your favorite team.

She greeted you with a discreet hug. You still hadn't gotten used to the fact that you couldn't give a peck in public que in South Korea. In your perception, it was the most normal thing in the world.

"Hi, baby! How are you?" she asked you as she sat down at the table.

"Better now, honey. What about you?"

"The same!"

"Was the day as hard as always?" you asked.

"Yeah, definitely!" she replied. Yunjin seemed eager for this question. She continued: “In the morning I had rap class. By the way, I think I'm getting better. Oh, and in the afternoon I recorded my lines, like, over and over again. The music producer has a very specific vision of what he wants for this track. He apologized and admitted that it might take some time to achieve the desired result.”

"Well, I trust your talent. Remember that you and your group are dealing with a delicate concept. I have seen up close the production of albums that address intimate themes, it is always a challenge, but also a true work and certainly a amazing gift for the fans. You girls are going to do great."

Yunjin laughed, a little shyly.

"It feels like I'm talking to a music critic instead of my boyfriend."

"Well, you're actually talking to a music critic. Oh, by the way, I remembered that I won't be writing the article about Le Sserafim's new album like I said before."

Her expression was one of surprise. Yunjin asked:

"Is it because of me?”

"Yes." you answered honestly. “Well, look, love, I'm prioritizing our relationship and thinking about the future. If this is for real, eventually the press will hear about us together, and a review from me about my girlfriend's music group obviously it would make my opinion seem partial and biased. It's just to avoid future problems."

"Okay" She looked upset. "But I'll still want to know your opinion when you hear the album."

"I'm really looking forward to hearing it." You smiled, making her feel better. "I left the review about the new album for a good friend of mine to write. I really respect her opinion."

"Well, i think we're in good hands. But let's stop talking about work for a bit!"

The waiter seemed to have heard Yunjin's speech as he appeared to save them right after she finished saying that. Yunjin had great taste in food, that's why she always chose the order for the two of you, you weren't the "culinary trailblazer" type; a few months in South Korea and you only knew five typical dishes (always returning to the arms of the big fast-food chains).

"Oh, I almost forgot to give you this!" You handed her a gift. "It had been on my lap for so long that I had forgotten I had brought it with me."

"Oh, baby! You didn't have to do that!"

She started to unwrap it.

"Hope you like."

You waited for her reaction. Yunjin smiled and made a cute little noise when she saw that it was a book (although she already knew from the shape of the gift wrap).

"You know I love reading! Thank you so much."

"It's The Alchemist. I know you love fantasy and this silly self-help thing. This book is a mix of both."

You saw her eyes light up.

"You're perfect. I love how well you know me. And self-help isn't silly, it's very good for evolving as a human being." she scolded you.

You shrugged.

"It's not the kind of thing I'd like to put on my bookshelf. But to each their own.”

She laughed.

"I'm still going to make you read one of these."

"Well, I've already read The Alchemist. If for me it's average, for you it will be a masterpiece."

★

It was around 10pm when the two of you finally arrived at your apartment. Dinner was very good, especially dessert (that bingsu thing was really delicious), and by that night there was no more energy for more fun, it was preferable to have a good night's sleep so that the next day you could do something together. Even so, Yunjin hummed excitedly in the car on the way home. You appreciated all that joy.

You took off your shoes while Yunjin took off her NY Knicks sweatshirt, leaving only a tight tank top on her body. You noticed that she wasn't wearing a bra by the way her breasts showed through the fabric of her tank top. You slowly approached her and grabbed her from behind, kissing her repeatedly. Yunjin wrapped her hands around your neck as she giggled at the series of kisses.

“Will you be my teddy bear tonight?” she asked sweetly. “I need your affection so much, baby.”

“Whatever you need, sweetie.” You said as you kissed her on the neck.

Things were heating up. Your hands slid down Yunjin's soft belly, heavy sighs escaped her mouth unconsciously.

“Look, we still need to shower.” she said.

"No problem." you answered.

“You're putting me in the mood. I'm warning you that if you keep touching me like this, you're going to have to go all the way to finish what you started.”

“And since when has this been a problem for me?” you asked as you led her to the couch.

You took off your shirt and belt from your pants. Yunjin took off her jeans, leaving only her tank top and adorable pink panties. Your hand slid down Yunjin's left thigh while you kissed her right thigh. That was more than enough to give her goosebumps. She had her legs wide open, waiting, almost begging, for you to touch that place. Instead of doing it right away, you decided to play with her a little, kissing and biting her inner thigh while using one of your hands to lightly massage her pussy through her panties. Your lips slid to Yunjin's crotch, where you licked the entire area, she reveled in the act, trying hard not to close her legs with the spasms she was having. It didn't take long for a wet stain to darken the pink of the panties. When you finally removed Yunjin's panties, you saw how wet she was. So horny that she couldn't wait for you, fingering her pussy slowly, opening it with her fingers so you could see how drooling she was; a successful action of provoking you. Then you realized how hard your cock was, pulsing in your pants, painfully tight, which made you hornier.

Without wasting any more time, you dived between Yunjin's legs, eager to taste her (that flavor that was becoming increasingly familiar and addictive… Part of your life. Yeah, we could put it that way), your tongue delighting in the taste and the cozy warmth of the inside of her pussy, while Yunjin moaned softly, digging her nails into the sofa cushions.

“I love it when you suck me like that, baby. You make me feel so good!” she moaned.

At one point she asked to stop because her lust was unbearable and that way he would have an orgasm in a short time.

“I want to feel your cock inside me now.” she said. You had just taken off your underwear when she added, “Wait, what if we fuck in the bathroom. Let’s save time, what do you think?”

Your response was to lift her off the couch and take her to the bathroom. You turned on the light with your elbow and, before you could think of anything, she said:

“Fuck me like this! Your cock goes deep into my pussy when you fuck me in the air.”

You kissed her intensely while you tried to fit your dick into her pussy. The feeling of your cock sliding inside Yunjin was wonderful. Upon realizing that your cock was well placed inside her, you grabbed Yunjin's thighs tightly and began to thrust into her energetically while she held onto you, moaning compulsively.

And Yunjin was right, your dick went deep in that position. You could feel her deep inside, the entire length of your cock was being used, and she loved it. When she announced her orgasm, you wanted to make sure it was intense and pleasurable, the way it made her roll her eyes, so you lifted her a little higher, grabbing her ass, while Yunjin wrapped her legs inside your arms, making her practically hang from you and her pussy is completely inside your dick.

“Oh God, Baby! I’m cumming!”

She trembled holding onto you, while you practically rubbed her pussy on your dick, always rotating it close to your body. It was just a shame that you couldn't enjoy her eyes rolling back at the moment of orgasm, you simply loved seeing her go crazy with pleasure, but there was also a certain contentment in just knowing that it happened.

You sat Yunjin down on the sink and there you started fucking her again, looking deeply into her eyes. At one point she looked at you with so much passion, so much desire that there was a sudden growing desire to fill her pussy with your load of cum.

“Hang me, love.” she asked affectionately.

Her hand wrapped around just over half of her neck, serving as support to fuck her even harder. Sweat running down both bodies, your gaze was lost between the mirror's reflection, her eyes, her tits and her expressions of pleasure. With the sensations highlighted, you realized how much you loved Yunjin and how much this feeling contributed to eminent pleasure during sex.

Holy shit! You were almost there.

You thought about how much you wanted to go deep into this, literally to the end, but you were without a condom and suddenly stopping the act to go get a condom at the end of the championship was a bit... discouraging.

But you have an idea.

“Stand up, sweetie” you said. “Let’s try something new.”

Yunjin got out of the sink, looking at you excitedly.

“Get in the shower stall with me.” you asked, opening the door.

"What do you want to do?"

“It’s nothing out of this world, but it occurred to me that you’ve never given me a tightjob, I think it’s time we tried it.”

She had some assumptions about what this position was, but you helped her anyway. Yunjin was a rather tall girl, so there were no problems for your dick to fit between her thighs, the result was perfect, nothing uncomfortable. You thought about turning on the shower to lube up a little, but her pussy was so wet and the continuous sweat running down between her thighs was already more than great. You grabbed Yunjin's waist tightly and she crossed her legs a little, squeezing your dick.

You began to thrust into her, your cock sliding back and forth as you dragged Yunjin's labia. So you discovered in the best way that this was very pleasurable for both of you. The internal heat started inside you again and gradually you lost yourself in that exciting sensation. As you approached the final explosion, you bestially grabbed Yunjin in every way possible, sliding your sweat-damp hands down her belly, squeezing her breasts and slapping her ass. You lost yourself in the voluptuousness that was Yunjin's body and- Fuck! She loved it. She loved being your instrument of pleasure, knowing that the person she loved so much reached maddening peaks of passion, desire and lust for her. A juice of feelings for an insatiable thirst.

“Oh baby! I’m gonna cum! I’m gonna-”

Without any warning, Yunjin began to move her hips in a rhythm that immediately took you to the precipice of pleasure. The soft, hot, wet, suffocating skin of her thighs dancing over your cock. This was too much for you. When you came, you hugged Yunjin tightly, holding her as if your life depended on it, giving in to inconstant and uncontrollable moans close to her ear. The frantic thrusts lost their rhythm, going deeper and slower through Yunjin's thighs. She held your arms affectionately, waiting for your breathing to become less labored before kissing you.

"I love you." You said to her.

The phrase was so loaded with something that covered your feelings at that moment, and you wished she was the woman of your life and would never leave your side.

"I love you too!" said Yunjin when she found a way out of your tongue. “Baby, you don’t know how much.”

“This took longer than expected. Let’s take our shower.”

“Yep! Let's go."

You turned on the shower. The hot running water was invigorating, even more so being next to Yunjin, you didn't know that sharing certain intimacies was so special until you finally did it with her. you soaped Yunjin's entire body, she helped you wash your back and you shampooed her hair, gently massaging her scalp; it was cute how it relaxed her, she seemed so surrendered to you in that moment, and just a few months ago you were sitting across from her and the other Le Sserafim girls, asking incisive questions about the creative process of their latest album. That's where it all started, after all. And who could say where it would end?

“Hey, baby, let me shampoo your hair now.” Yunjin said with a cutie smile.

Nobody, you thought. Nobody could say.

A/n: sorry for any grammatical errors 😅

[kjiscrawlingbackformore]

No Reservations - Intro

Restaurant Owner Lottie Matthews x Chef!reader

Masterlist | Next Chapter

Summary: After graduating culinary school you have been building up your portfolio, to become a street level legend in the culinary world. And after years of hard work you get hired by a renowned michelin star restaurant Matthews’ kitchen to help design a new menu that’ll star in their new brick and mortar in New York. And there you behold the new heiress of the Matthews’ Kitchen, your boss, is your old situationship from culinary school…Charlotte Matthews.

Warnings: NSFW lol mdni ✨

A/N: Guys i did it🤠 this will take umm more time for updates but I’m committed. Intro (v spicy intro but intro) to kinda set the tone for the rest of the series 🤞🏼

It was like a symphony, the sounds of steel against wood, dough against fist, and the sizzle of oil against the open flame. You felt like you stepped into the middle of sheet music and melodies when you walked into school. Not that it was new, it was far from new.

It was your second year attending The Culinary Institute, and you were rushing past the kitchen to get to your Restaurant management class. Not that you wanted to manage an entire restaurant. You just wanted to cook.

Still it was part of the program and you couldn’t afford to slack. Not when this was your shot to make this into a legit career. You didn’t have any plan b. It was become a chef or work at your uncle’s auto shop in Staten island.

Which wasn’t an option…not a real one.

You’re the last one to walk into the class. You curse under your breath. Late by five minutes, which in turn causes Charlotte Matthews to tut loudly. She shot you a disappointed look, shaking her head.

You felt your frown deepen, walking to find a seat and when the only seat is next to her, you can’t stop the roll of your eyes. You fucking feel your frustration bubble.

Well there goes your day.

“You know if you took this class as seriously as you do your sleeping skills you might actually pass. Isn’t that a concept?” She mocks silently as soon as your in ear shot to hear it.

“Sorry was busy fucking your mom.” You shot back in a whisper, pulling out your books on the table.

That makes Charlotte chuckle, “That was a pathetic shot. Feeling lazy today? Party too hard last night? Heard Eliza’s party in little italy was the party of all parties. Did you sleep with one quarter of little italy again.” She pokes, assuming what most people assume about you.

That you’re a party girl that got around. You don’t know when you got the connotation stuck to you. Whether it was when you got caught swapping blunts with Travis. Or when the rumor spread around that you brought some stranger to your dorm and they stayed there for the weekend and y’all fucked. Or when people saw you leave every weekend to party in the city.

Regardless it became a thing.

You didn’t care, because in actuality. You smoke with Travis to deal with your anxieties. The stranger was your best friend Van who crashed the night with you once to surprise her girlfriend Tai the next day at her mock trial in New York. And you only leave on the weekends to visit your family in Staten Island.

You roll your eyes. “Wouldn’t you want to know Matthews. For the record the only thing I did last night was make sure I understood staple ingredients and seasoning characteristics in each cuisine. Oh and of course…your mom too.”

Charlotte scoffs, and stares at you with an hard look before she turns away. Not giving you the slightest attention for the rest of the class. You tensed at the sudden lack of attention, feeling so…loud.

It pissed you off how good she was at the business side of it all. Her hand shot up to answer questions about cost control, inventory management, even fucking strategies on staffing. It was like she was naming her ABCs. Your eyes trailed off from her notes to her face.

She had light makeup on, her bangs framed her face in a pretty way. Dark Curls bounced with a shine to them. Her brown eyes were locked onto the page in front of her and her bottom lip was tucked under her teeth in concentration.

You peeled your eyes away from her to write down something about the importance of filling every role in a restaurant. Charlotte Matthews was the perfect girl according to 80% of the faculty. Her father was a big beneficiary apparently.

You never cared to look into what her family was rich doing, because you didn’t care about Charlotte Matthews. You minded your business. Yet for some fucking reason she cared enough to be in your business. Whether it was because last year you smoked her finals elegant Salmon plate with your creative Wagu burger blend. Or because you got awarded young chef to look out for after winning the midterm smackdown.

Either way you didn’t know why you won those things. Charlotte was leaps and bounds ahead of you in everything. Every step ahead you were she is three steps ahead of in a blink of the eye. It was fucking impressive how she pushed herself to be perfect.

Not that you’d ever tell her that.

Not when she acted like a fucking bitch to you like it was her full time job. Besides half the staff and students here got that covered. She was worshiped like she invented stainless steel pans.

You left class wordlessly, shoulders brushing Charlotte’s as you walked out. There waiting across the hall was Travis. He had his uniform on, and his backpack slung over his shoulder. Head down texting someone.

Probably Akilah.

“Hey,” You greeted walking up to him slowly.

He shot his head up and a smile slipped onto his face. “Hey, is it true Matthews called you a slut?”

Your eyebrows shot up. “How the fuck did you hear that?”

“Bro, you know Jamie live tweets about your arguments in classes.” Travis reminded you, showing you his phone screen with the tweets.

“Shit man. I hate this place-“

“Well did she?”

“No Trav, she just assumed I slept with half of little italy at Eliza’s party.”

“Oh shit-you didn’t even go to that. Which you should’ve because it was insanely good one. At one point I saw Melissa beat Jeff in shots. Jeff went down like a fucking tree.” Travis reminisces with the shine of pure joy.

You shake your head and shrug. “Yeah well unlike you, I want to actually graduate and have a career.”

Travis nudged you with his elbow. “Hey, I already told you my dad will take us both under his wing at his restaurant when we graduate. It’s not like fucking Singlethread. But it could be if we took it over.”

He says the last part with this wistfulness. It makes you smile. “You do know that still means we have to actually try in classes.” You interject, opening the door for him.

He rolls his eyes and walks through. “Yeah well unlike you I want to have some fun.” He says it under his breath.

You hit his arm, as you find seats towards the back of the classroom. He whines at the contact.

“What’s that supposed to mean.” You hiss under your breath.

Both of your eyes flicker to the front watching the professor get settled into the lesson plan for the day before Travis sighs. His hand rubbing the spot you hit, regret painted his eyes.

“Just…you take everything so seriously. You should just try to have fun. Get drunk at a party-actually drunk you know? Dance, laugh, get laid. All you ever do is study, eat, get high with me, and then visit home.” Travis says softly, like he realizes he is stepping into dangerous territory.

You don’t say anything, turning your attention back to the front of the classroom. Watching the professor begin a demonstration on food safety. And five minutes turns into ten, until finally after fifteen minutes you sigh.

“You may have a point.” You admit.

“I know I do.”

You paused, staring at the margins of your paper for a second. You blinked, “Last time I went all in on a party I got cheated on, so it kinda brings back unwanted memories.”

“That was right after high school Y/N. This is our twenties. You desperately need a win-mainly in bed. You’ve been acting like a bitch lately.” He whispers to you, not making eye contact.

“Okay first off fuck you. I work out, to get that pent up energy out.” You whispered loudly.

Travis gives you a look of judgment. Before he turns to write down whatever the professor said about cross contamination. You frown, and bite back any other clapbacks.

“Fine, I’ll go to the next party.”

Travis snaps his head to yours and his face beams. “Holy shit! Seriously?” and when you give him a nod yes, his eyes go wide. “Shit! It’s actually happening! We are going to get so fucked up tonight.”

Travis dragged you into one of the infamous Hyde Park house parties the very next night. You had Van and Tai on high alert in case you needed to be saved. They lived a whopping forty five minutes away but it was better than nothing.

Still you were smoking your cigarette like it was a lifeline. A red solo cup filled with a concoction way too sweet to be considered good. You were in a corner blending in with the haze of the dark lit living room.

You don’t know how many sips you’ve had or how many puffs you taken when you feel someone get close beside you. You hear their voice before you see who it is.

“Well if it isn’t world cuisines herself. What? Missed out on little italy so you decided tonight was redemption.” Charlottes voice rang beside you.

She was wearing a white button down with a black lacy vest over it, black slacks, and strappy heels. Her make up was fresh, and her hair had a messy curled look to it. If she didn’t have that ugly ass smug grin on her lips. I would’ve said she was beautiful.

“Something like that. Why are you here? Trying to get laid by someone besides Monsieur Blachett?”

Charlotte’s face flushed and her jaw clenched. She gave you a pointed look. “No, If I was going to get laid it wouldn’t be with the jackasses in this room that’s for sure. I have taste, unlike you.”

“Whatever Matthews you probably couldn’t get a single person to fuck you.”

“Oh? As opposed to what? You? Sleeping with anyone who breathes? Very original Y/L/N.”

“Fuck you Charlotte. At least I make sure the girls I sleep with finish. Bet you never had a real orgasm in your life-“

Someone behind you walks into your back. Cause you to mid sentence stumble into Charlotte. Both drinks spilling all over her very white button up. You both freeze, your arm braced on her arm. Your face way too close to her chest.

“Shit-Charlotte I’m so fucking sorry.” You rush out in a panic, using the sleeve of your jean jacket to wipe the red liquid off her sleeve.

She yanks herself away from you and a string of curses flying out of her mouth as she marches to the bathroom. You follow her in a surge of adrenaline and sudden obligation to help.

You are beside her in the bathroom as she faces the facet a now wet towel being dabbed on her shirt. She looked fucking pissed, cheeks flushed red, lips in a deep frown, eyebrows furrowed.

“Shit Charlotte I’m sorry-“

“You already said that Y/N.” She snapped, not looking up from her task.

“I know I did but-is that expensive…it looks expensive.” You ask the quality now coming out looking like silk in the bathroom overlight.

Charlotte picks her head up and gives you a peeved glance. Like what you said was the stupidest thing she’s ever heard. And…to be fair maybe it was.

“Well it was a Saint Laurent. Now it’s trash.” She sighs, like she’s exhausted. “If you’re here to keep ruining my night I’d ask for you to find some other victim.” Her hand motions for you to leave.

You shake your head, “I don’t want to do that. Let me make it up-“

“How the hell are you going to do that?” She questions quickly, lips in a tight line.

“I don’t know-I can embarrass myself in front of everyone if you want? It’ll cancel out whatever that was back there.” You suggested.

Charlotte paused, too long of a pause. You wondered if she was plotting your downfall or how much money you owed her for her designer clothes. But she did something you weren’t expecting. She got closer to you. Her hand reach out to close the bathroom door, and with a click locks it.

Your face scrunches in confusion, your eyes following her hesitantly. Lost on what she was doing. Her brown eyes gave your face a once over as her hands grabbed either side of your face. “I have an idea-“ and she kissed you.

It was a very soft and gentle kiss. No rushing, not roughness. It had the tenderness of a first kiss after a first date. You felt frozen, and you didn’t understand why the hell your stomach flipped instantly.

Or why your hands grabbed her waist to pull her closer. Or ever why when her hands snaked around your neck to deepen the kiss, you melted into it. She lead the kiss like she knew exactly where she wanted to go.

Taking her time to lower your guard and then-she tugged on your hair and forced a gasp out of you. Slipping her tongue inside your mouth with the new opening. It made your mind go fuzzy.

She is smooth as hell.

You fought her for the lead. And with the combination of her index finger caressing your jaw, her other hand threading into your hair. You lost the battle, feeling consumed by Charlotte Matthews.

She then pulled away, a string of your shared spit connecting you. You opened your eyes, wide in surprise and slight awe. She had that damn smug grin on her lips. But her eyes had something else then competition. No she had hunger in her eyes.

Butterflies seemed to open up within your ribcage like a pandora’s box at her intense gaze. Like only her eyes could’ve opened something so raw and sudden within your chest. You swallowed hard and licked your lips at the intensity.

“That was…hot.” You mumble, dumbly.

Her smirk softens at the edges and she hums. “Hmm could be better. We could definitely do better.”

It’s a challenge, an opportunity to try again. A chance for more than just the one hazy drunk fluke. You don’t even think of the consequences.

Nodding slowly, “We could absolutely do better.”

Charlotte breathy laugh makes an appearance and something about it tonight was endearing and not anything like it’s normal annoying flair. She shrugs, “Well, logically makes sense to try again…right?”

You nod, not letting her a chance to banter more your hand grabbing her face to pull her back to your lips. She smiles into the kiss, and this time the kiss isn’t soft or gentle. Its hungry. Needy. It has an edge to it.

It’s the best kiss you’ve ever had.

All teeth, and tongue. Charlotte makes you feel weightless. Her hands holding you like you were precious cargo she can’t bear to part from. It throws you for a loop. And when your back presses to the door of the bathroom. And her knee slots itself in between your legs you moan.

It makes Charlotte pause, her head pulling back to study your face, eyes wide. Not even a full beat goes by when she presses her knee into your core again with purpose and another sound gets released from your sealed lips.

“Out of all the irritating sounds you make…that has got to be the prettiest.” She mumbles, lips trailing open mouth kisses across your jaw.

Her hands hold onto your hips, as she guides you to grind on her thigh. You’re uncomfortably wet now, full ball of need. Desperate to release for Charlotte. Your hands are on her shoulders, your nails digging into her shoulders enough to make her wince below you.

Charlotte’s eyes were dark and transfixed on you. Like you were an answered prayer, at the tip of her fingers. And the way her chest was rising and falling? She was breathing like she was getting off on this. It only made your need expand to an unbearable amount.

You moaned into her neck, rutting your core onto her thigh harder. She sucked in a shaky breath, “I got you pretty girl, you are so soaked for me.” it came out in a strained whisper.

You heard it though, “Of course I am Lottie, fuck-fuck…do you think was going to happen.” You stammered out against her neck.

Lottie. You never called her that before. Always Matthews, or Charlotte. Never Lottie. Charlotte’s heart skipped.

She hummed, pressing you down harder, clearly trying to get you to crumble faster. She kissed your temple and mumbled encouragement. Something about it was so tender it made your stomach stir even more. Until your legs trembled on her thigh and you came hard.

A strangled moan tumbling out of your lips into the skin of her shoulder. You were sweaty, heaving for air, clinging onto Lottie like your life depended on it. She held onto you like a steady anchor, as the waves of your arousal subsided.

She was also catching her breath underneath you, her face flush, and head resting on the door behind you. She was studying your face, carefully.

Maybe waiting for you to say this was a mistake. Or play into this being a drunken accident. But you weren’t drunk enough to call this an accident. You knew what you were doing. And when you met her gaze, you knew she knew what she was doing.

Where do you go from here?

You swallow dryly, and let your hand trace the outline of her lips hesitantly. Her breath catches but she doesn’t move away. You nudge her chin back down to you and kiss her lips softly.

“Want me to take care of you?” You whisper the question against her lips.

Lottie freezes, not expecting the question or the tenderness in your tone. She wanted that so badly. She was dripping at this point for you, soaked through. Her voice was stuck in her throat, so instead she simply nodded.

You hummed, and pecked her lips before beginning the slow journey down Lottie’s jaw. Leaving open mouthed wet kisses, taking your time to nip her neck, suck and kiss. Smiling to yourself knowing they’ll show in the morning.

Your hands hand a mind of their own. Undoing the button of Lottie’s slacks for her. You could feel her breathing shift and her hands in your waist tightening. You had to stop the chuckle wanting to leave your lips.

When her pants were successfully discarded. You pulled away from her. Her big brown eyes were wide as she watched you drop to your knees in front of her, your warm hands on her thighs. Your eyes never leaving hers.

This felt way too charged and intimate to be called drunk sex. Too soft to be angry sex. It was a weird other thing. A weird other thing that took Lottie everything in her not to cum just from the sight of you on your knees peeling off her underwear.

You kissed along her inner thigh. Lottie’s hands instinctively threaded into your hair. You looked up to her with a smug smile, before diving into her core. Lottie’s head was spinning with how you were lapping her pussy like you were getting paid.

Your unoccupied hand moved Lottie’s leg over your shoulder, your face now pressed closer to her. You were focused, her taste on your tongue being bitter and so fucking sweet. You found yourself moaning into her folds.

Which only spurred Lottie on, her grip on your hair tightened and she pushed you further into her. Making all sorts of sounds above you. You tried to hold back your smile, as you let your tongue dip between her folds, before moving to suck her clit.

Before long Lottie was practically grinding against your face, “S-so fucking close. I’m fuck-you feel so good.” She mumbled.

She was fully using your face to get off, and you were wayyyyy too into it. Feeling yourself get wet all over again. Still you bucked down, you started sucking on her clit hard. Hear her chant out a serious of cursed and praises above you.

You decided to try something else to get her over the edge and slowly you slipped your index finger into her wet cunt. And Lottie let out a loud “Fuuuck.”

You started a slow a slow pace, fucking her with your finger. Tongue still playing with her clit. Lottie was a breathless mess. You didn’t wait a beat before you started a faster and harder rhythm.

Impatiently wanting her to come undone for you. Desperate for her to cum on your mouth. And when her legs trembled, her cunt clenched around your finger, and her hand shoved you closer to her cunt you knew something snapped.

She was gushing onto finger and mouth. You fucked her through her orgasm, pulling your finger away only to properly lap up her up. Moaning into the taste of her.

Fuck was Lottie in shambles at the sight.

Your lips and chin glistening with her. Your pupils blown out looking up at her like she hung the moon and stars. She brushed her finger through your hair as she caught her breath.

She watched you suck your finger off, the same finger that was in her. And you mumbled “Tasty as fuck.”

Lottie took a shaky breath. This was way too much for her. This-you. A sudden wave of need and want washed over her. Her tiny drawn out crush on you exploded into a fuck session at Kelly’s house party? How the hell was Lottie supposed to be normal about you after this?

How the hell did she fit you into her very curated and planned life? There was no way she couldn’t not try after this. Not after you gave her the best orgasm of her life. Not when you kissed her like she was something to be treasured.

Not when you looked at her so…soft.

But also it’s you. The known fuck girl of the culinary institute. Gets around, unserious, and annoyingly one of the best chefs in her program despite barely trying. You had this air of confidence and cockiness that had most people hung on your aura.

You couldn’t want her. This was a drop in the bucket for you. And if it wasn’t? Lottie started to sweat. That scared her.

Lottie did what Lottie knows how to do. She left. She thanked you put her pants on and left you. Your eyes wide and mouth agape in disbelief.

And that was the beginning of something very very complicated.

[amostimprobabledream]

Dating Gojo headcanons (SFW + NSFW)

For my bestie's birthday - happy birthday, bitch!

He texts you non-fucking-stop. He's always glued to that damn phone of his and he likes to send you the most ridiculous messages. He'll voice note you too, often when he's busy, so you get this stream-of-consciousness style of communication while he's multitasking:

"Heeeeeey, babe, I'm at the kikifuku place and it's so - oh, another iced tea, thaaaanks! - mmh, ish sho goof! -chomping noises- Anyway I'll be over at 5pm, and - ahahaha! Sure, you can take my photo! - see yaaaa!"

Remember how he stopped his fight with Jogo to go grab Yuji to show off how to kill curses to his student? Yeah, he does the same thing with you as well. It never worries him you could get caught in the crossfire. After all, he's the strongest, he wouldn't let that happen! He laughs at you for being dizzy after he's finished the fight.

I think for a first date he takes you somewhere fun like an amusement park. Sure, he could do the classic wining and dining thing, but in his experience it's intimidating to first dates to suddenly be dragged to a five star restaurant with a lot of etiquette rules. And he's not the stuffy, formal type himself and he doesn't want to pretend that he is. Instead he likes taking you places you might not have experienced before and let your guard down - dating 'the strongest' is a lot of pressure to put on your best face but he doesn't want that.

He has no concept of personal space. He'll poke you when he wants attention, sandwich you to his side by looping an arm around you, squish your face, hand on your shoulder, he'll pick you up, etc. If you're someone who hates being touched it might take him a while to adjust to it, he's used to doing as he pleases.

So. many. pet. names. It's rare for Gojo to call you your own name when things like "Sweetie pie" "Cutie" "Babe", etc, exist. The more you ignore him, the louder and more ridiculous the pet names get. Also he talks to you in baby talk sometimes, mostly because he thinks it's funny when you get annoyed/embarrassed and tell him to knock it off. He'll be like, "Aww, your pretty face is so cute when you're all flustered~"

Gojo is filthy, stinking rich, so he also likes to spoil you by taking you out shopping on his family's dime and buying you everything your greedy little heart desires. Remember when he paid Mei Mei like 10 million yen like it was nothing? And yes, he does think it's outrageously hot to pick out your underwear and then have you wear it for him the next day. If you flash him your bra or your underwear when he's working he might just keel over. He loves the forbidden and might drag you into a cupboard for a quickie.

He likes it when you cook for him - even if it's something as simple as some noodles, he's still happy to have something you prepared especially for him. You start getting used to just carrying candy around with you because he has an incurable sweet tooth.

NSFW:

He likes to take you to improbable places and fuck. You know when he's standing on top of that really tall building in the opening, smirking all smugly? Yeah, like that. It pleases him to flout the strict social rules of Japanese society, and there's a special kind of high in doing it so far up in the air.

Those fingers are SIX INCHES LONG and BOY does he put them to good use. He especially likes touching you when you're chilling at him and his hands will start sliding into your pants/up your skirt and doing their magic. He's good with them too, just like everything else he does.

It is very tempting to gag this man because he never shuts up, and in the bedroom is no exception. He'll talk you through it til the cows come home: "Oh, yeah, just like that, baby. Fuck, yeah, keep going, you're doing so good for me…"

He habitually overstimulates you by nature - this man has incredible stamina and he loves watching you completely come undone beneath him and your breathy pleading for him to slow down. He teases you about it too, groaning and asking if his cock is just too much for poor little you to take. He's such an asshole. <3

Gojo loves aftercare too. He'll bring you snacks (tossing them at your head), help you get to the bathroom to wash up and spend ages spooning after that. He loves it when he puts his head in your lap and you comb your fingers through his hair. It's nice to have someone take care of him for a change.

[christronomy]

whalesong // lee minho

genre: soft smut

cw: not anything too fancy. non idol/fantasy au, smoking, swearing, sex.

an: wow. i haven’t written anything or even logged into this account in ages. but i was slightly inspired by bioshock and and heavily inspired by these art pieces (above) that i found. so i decided to write about flying jellyfish that can feel and baby whales in the sky lol. but also because i recently saw skz live i felt more compelled to write to help myself fight that pcd. it’s hitting like crazy. 🥲 anyways. enjoy. muah

the neon signs lit up the road in pink and purple hues, bioluminescent jellyfish floated silently across the sky above the skyscrapers. you gazed at the peaceful creatures for a while as you waited for minho to exit the restaurant, the light pat pat of him searching his jeans for his lighter capturing your attention, pulling your eyes downward.

“can’t find my fucking lighter…” he mutters to himself, cigarette slotted between his teeth. you giggle, placing your hand on his shoulder and pulling out the extra you always carry with you, lighting the end of his cigarette with the pink flame. he pauses as soon as you touch him, gazing at your face as if caught in a trance, and your eyes reciprocate the same intensity in his. it’s his silent way of saying “thank you.”

the night was pretty quiet, the buzzing sounds from the signs cutting through the silence in the streets. it was a festival night, so most people were on the other side of town or chose to stay in. “let’s go for a walk,” minho had said. he liked it better when the streets were this empty. he could smoke in peace, and you didn’t have to worry about getting overwhelmed in the crowds.

the two of you don’t go home right away after your night walk though, instead opting for sitting on the roof of your apartment building to gaze at the stars together. the sky whales sing in the distance, their vibrations causing a slight disturbance in the air, but the sound is comforting for this time of night, and the smell of nicotine wafts your nose as minho sits next to you, wrapping the side of his large jacket around you and gently pulling you close.

“what’s on your mind?” he asks softly, kissing your temple, as you gaze upward at the sky, catching a glimpse of a jellyfish disappearing into a large cloud overhead. you shrug.

“jellyfish migration is heavy around this time of year. they can’t even fly aircraft because of it. i wonder if they hate the festivals too.”

he chuckles at that, kissing your cheek softly. “well... maybe if they had ears to hear everything...” he starts, but you give him a sideways glance, poking his chest. “hey… they can feel the vibrations... maybe it just bothers them,” you insist, and he gives you one of his rare smiles, brushing your hair out of your face and tucking it behind your ear.

you’re cute when you overthink simple things like this. but you care so much about animals—even simple creatures like jellyfish, who don’t even have a concept of what it’s like to be conscious the same way you do. it makes him love you a little more every time. you lean your head against his chest, eyes glued to the sky, and he gently strokes your head. the long silence between you is comfortable.

he looks at the sky along with you, pointing out a small pod, floating through the distant clouds. “they have a calf, can you see it?” he queries, and you gasp when you notice the smaller creature floating alongside its parents, seemingly struggling to catch up every few moments, its whines and clicks almost sounding like a child who’s pouting. it’s your first time seeing a baby, especially at this time of night.

“i wonder if that’ll be us one day,” you say softly, the confession sudden, and minho looks down at you even though he knows you can't see him, a hint of surprise crossing his usually stoic features. “you want a family?” he asks, as casually as he can muster, and he can feel your nodding against his chest. “maybe one day. but i think i only want one kid.”

minho pulls out another cigarette, and you give him your lighter, letting him light it himself this time, the nicotine stinging your nostrils in a pleasant way. “just one, huh...” he whispers. he never thought about having a family until he met you. the thought started lingering in the back of his mind and never left, and now that you mentioned it, he realized it started slowly creeping it's way into his everyday thoughts. he wondered if he was going crazy or if he’d really seen multiple advertisements for baby products in the same day, or overheard that a couple had gotten married and started a family of their own. marriage, children... he never thought about those types of things, but with you... he realized wouldn’t mind the idea.

“maybe one day…” you said, sitting up from where you leaned against his chest to look at him, and he looks back at you, nodding silently in agreement. maybe one day soon, he thinks. his mind drifted from baby whales to the idea of putting a baby in you in a matter of seconds, and he thought maybe that wouldn't be so bad. he’d always thought you would make an amazing mother. the night sky reflects in your eyes as he looks into them intently.

somehow, in the midst of your little staring contest, your lips ended up crashing into each other’s, the cool night air somehow became hotter, and you shivered as it washed over your now bare skin. “is this okay?” he asks softly, his baggy clothes now placed under your body on the floor of the roof, offering a light barrier between your soft, supple skin and the hard, rough concrete. you nod, a soft giggle escaping your throat, legs hooked onto his waist as he gently sheaths himself inside you.

you gasp when he bottoms out, his shallow thrusts already making that delicious tension coil up in your lower abdomen, your bottom lip reddened and puffy from his rough kisses and from being bitten. you’re always so sensitive like this, so easily turned on, your velvety warmth so eager to take him in every time. he might just put a baby in you right here, just like you said you wanted. you could be your own pod, your own family. the family he realized he’s always wanted, needed.

growing up, he would often think the whale’s songs were always the prettiest, most comforting sound. but now he has you—he has your voice, your laugh, your humming in the evening when you’re finishing up your skincare routine, or in the morning when you’re making breakfast, your talking when you mindlessly go on about things like how jellyfish have thoughts and feelings “in their own way,” your moans, like how you’re moaning for him right now. he would tell you to quiet down a little, but he doesn't care about that tonight.

he’s delighted when you wrap your legs around his waist when he tells you he's close, not fighting it this time, instead pushing deeper into you when he finally comes with a ragged gasp, pressing his lips against yours in an open-mouthed kiss, drinking in your sweet moans and sighs, his favorite song ever. children... marriage... a family... he definitely doesn’t mind the idea.

[svt-charlotte]

CHARLOTTE X HIPHOP UNIT ·˚ ༘ ┊͙

⋆.˚ ★— RELATIONSHIPS WITH HIPHOP UNIT

VCU : PFU

CHARLOTTE + S.COUPS = CHAECHEOL

at first Seungcheol DID NOT want Charlotte to debut with Seventeen as the 14th member. not because she didn’t have the talent, he knew that she had the potential, but because he was afraid of the criticism Lottie would receive.

unlike some of the other members, Coups did not immediately warm up to her, not until Chaerin was confirmed to be apart of the lineup.

the second S.Coups found out about Lottie’s spot in Seventeen, he went FULL protective mode. she’s his baby or in his words, the little sister he never knew he needed.

Coups is soo clingy when it comes to Charlotte, he’s always wanting to make sure she’s safe by being by her side 24/7 in public.

COMPETITIVE DUO! never ever put Cheol and Chaerin on the same team while playing games because they will win. but during the little amount of times that they do lose, they will be sore losers.

Lottie knows that S.Coups holds lots of responsibilities as the leader, so whenever she can, she loves to give him a helping hand. even if it’s just trying to keep the member in check, or keeping them safe in general. since Charlotte is not part of the leader line, Seungcheol refers to her as “the mother of Seventeen”.

CHARLOTTE + WONWOO = CHAEWOO

Charlotte is one with BIG energy, but Wonwoo is the person who can bring out the quieter side of her.

when she wants to clear her head but doesn’t want to be alone, Chaerin always brings along Wonwoo on her late night walks or stargazing trips at the park. and they don’t even need to talk on these head-clearing adventures, there’s always a comforting feeling amongst the silence.

the two have a common interest in stargazing. Wonwoo has always been fascinated by the concept, and Lottie has the biggest obsession with stars.

you will always catch the two going out and about taking pictures. they love traveling for schedules because they have the opportunity to get pictures of new things. their photography is literally TOP NOTCH!

Charlotte LOVES joining Wonwoo during his gaming livestreams. she may not be the best at playing video games, but it’s always the thought that counts.

BULDAK BUDDIES! they have eaten ramen so many times together that Carats have suggested they start a Buldak mukbang series where all they do is eat and talk.

CHARLOTTE + MINGYU = LOTTEGYU

Charlotte and Mingyu COOK UP in the kitchen! they love trying new recipes and different ingredients together. there has been so many times where the two tried to experiment with a dish, but almost ended up burning down the dorm kitchen. Carats have said that at this point they should just start a restaurant chain already.

Lottie has this odd habit of poking Mingyu, whether it’s his cheek or his arm. he tries to act like he’s annoyed by it, but Charlotte knows that Mingyu loves the attention she gives him.

they are both always teasing each other. every once in awhile they’ll be exchanging snarky remarks.

Chaerin LOVES Mingyu’s hugs. she says since Gyu’s arms are so buff, the hugs that he gives are soo warm and cozy.

during any GoSe episode where they’re are filming something scary, Lottie is always finding Mingyu to hide behind. but then it always ends up being Gyu hiding behind Charlotte instead.

Mingyu finds himself the most comfortable with Charlotte, he says that he can be whoever he wants with her and not have to be judged.

CHARLOTTE + VERNON = HANRIN

Charlotte is probably the most quiet when she’s with Vernon. when they’re together, there’s usually a chill and comforting type of vibe.

their personalities are quite different so they are always debating about the most random things. for example, if Vernon’s food combinations are actually good or not. Lottie will try his odd food recommendations just to show him that they aren’t good, but most of the time she ends up being proven wrong.

Chaerin and Hansol will always greet each other with ‘yo’ and a weird handshake they came up with back in the trainee era.

every once in awhile, they’ll meet up and watch a variety of movies for like 3 hours straight.

they love speaking English in front of the members just to tease them about what they can’t understand. Lottie knows that Vernon isn’t the biggest fan of translating, so she always makes sure to help him out when she can.

Charlotte thinks that his astronaut walk is SO iconic. sometimes she’ll teasingly walk past him while trying to copy his walking style.

☆⋆｡ CHARLOTTE-WORLD MASTERLIST 𖦹°‧★

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[hypermoyashi]

Hello, Trigun fandom! Recently, we ran a server exchange event on the Pen Pals discord server, where everyone made something for everyone who signed up! I wanted to promo all the works that were created for this event, as everyone really went above and beyond to create something amazing for it.

I want to thank everyone who contributed, and for making it a wonderful event to run.

Please check out the works created by our wonderfully talented members! And be sure to check to ao3 itself for any additional warnings and tags that may be relevant.

to new heights by @beesinspades for @nexadarling: 2k | G | Livio & Razlo

Razlo stiffens, fighting the urge to rip his hand away. Only reason he’s not shaking her off is because she’s holding on so tightly he might snap her little wrist. Don’t wanna deal with angry parents and bills Livio will insist on paying with the money he just earned. That, and it turns out when one does honest work, hurting clients doesn't bring more jobs. (They won’t be welcome in Voldoor for a while.) (Bastard deserved it, though.)

The Phantom Pain by legendofthesevenstars for @fish-ears: 3k | G | Livio & Wolfwood, Razlo & Wolfwood

Livio and Razlo deal with an unexpected haunting at the orphanage.

Oh, let the suns beat down upon my face, stars to fill my dream by @spectre-writes for @hypermoyashi: 10k | T | Tesla & Vash, Luida & Tesla, Brad & Tesla | CWs: Mild Body Horror, Disability, Trauma

Tesla dreams that she dies. It must be a dream, because it doesn’t last.

Frosted Snow Trees by Plumerias_of_BlueMaroon for @spectre-writes: 10k | G | Meryl & Vash & Wolfwood & Milly | CWs: Chronic Pain

Weather fluctuations were common on No Man's Land, tending mostly towards heat, and less towards anywhere close to cool during the daytime where two suns bore down on the planet's heat-reflecting sands. However, on occasion, there were times where cold could descend unpredicted by anyone. That is to say, anyone human. Among the many items of Lost Technology that the crashed colonies had lost, so was the knowledge that plants, of all things, tended to be incompatible with the cold, and actually fell into a sort of stasis that resembled, faintly, the concept of hibernation. But who would ever think to remember that on a desert planet? Even Vash hadn't known, not to this extent.

blossoming by @markcampbells for Plumerias_of_BlueMaroon: 5k | T | Milly/Vash, Milly & Vash | CWs: Referenced Transphobia

"Can I ask where you're taking me?" she asks softly. "I know I found the place for the mochi ice cream, but you said it wouldn't be just that…" "Well, of course not. Just dessert wouldn't be a proper night out. I wanted tonight to have all the trimmings." He puts on a goofy smile, just for her. "We're almost at the restaurant, so I'll let that speak for itself, but after—it'll be a light meal beforehand, so I thought maybe you wouldn't mind—would you like to go dancing with me?" Following their getting to know each other better, Vash and Milly go on their promised night out for mochi and many other things besides. A followup to lend a friend a hand.

We Get Through by @nexadarling for legendofthesevenstars: 2k | T | Meryl & Milly & Vash & Wolfwood, Milly & Wolfwood, Vash & Wolfwood

“I had it under control,” Vash yells, throwing his hands in the air in frustration. “You didn’t have to–” “Like hell you did!” Wolfwood interrupts. “You even had the girls involved, and I was supposed to, what, just let it–” Vash pokes a finger hard into the center of Wolfwood’s chest. “I wouldn’t have let anything–” “You know, and a ‘thank you’ would be nice every now and–” Wolfwood’s mouth clicks shut as a gunshot rings out in the clearing. Wolfwood watches over Vash’s shoulder as Milly’s shoulder jerks back, as she falls with a scream, hand curled around her arm. Milly gets shot. She also takes it better than pretty much anyone else.

A Good Feeling by @hypermoyashi for @bendycxmet: 5k | T | Vash/Wolfwood, Vash & Meryl, Meryl/Milly | CWs: Misogyny, Heteronormativity, Amatonormativity

Vash, as the princess's personal guard, is meant to ward Meryl from physical threats during the ball; too bad most of the threats aren't physical ones, with Meryl forced to deal with the expectations of high society and Vash not able to say a word. Thankfully, a chipper princess comes to her rescue.

Deck the Malls by @bendycxmet for @markcampbells: 6k | T | Vash/Wolfwood, Meryl/Milly

Especially with the hustle and bustle the holidays bring, Vash and Wolfwood were two much-needed seasonal hires for the fashion shop. And who was Wolfwood kidding, he also thought of this job as an excuse to hang around Vash more often, to see his boyfriend and sneak kisses in the stockroom throughout the day, breaking apart when they would hear the incoming echoes of Knives’ loafers or Elendira’s heels on the tile floor.

And then finally!! @tea-n-shade did some wonderful artwork for @beesinspades based on their fic for the event!! Please go take a look at the artwork, as well!

[cx-boxbox]

I was going to write a fic about Lando wanting to wear pretty clothes, but I gave up after a couple scenes. Anyway, here's the only part I kept:

Lando’s fingers twitch nervously as he collects his packages, fiddling with the corners and ducking under the tape sealing the flaps shut, but he’s careful not to accidentally open them where anyone can see. It was already embarrassing enough to ask the concierge for them, and he cringed at the heavily branded boxes. The lady probably now thinks he has a secret girlfriend or something.

It’s nice out in Melbourne, and Lando is more than happy to swap the polo and jeans he wore to the paddock for a new purple v-neck that’s so soft and light to the touch it might disintegrate between his fingers and shorts that are just a tad bit shorter than the ones he ran around the city in. He has already been photographed without his shirt within days of arriving, so if he does bump into someone, it shouldn’t come as too much of a surprise.

But it is really just Lando’s luck that he quite literally smacks into his teammate’s back as he rounds the corner.

Oscar straightens with his bucket of ice, blinks at him, and asks, “Where are you going in such a rush?”

Lando folds his arms over his chest.

“Dinner. Not a foreign concept to you, hopefully.”

“‘Course not.” What is a foreign concept is how Oscar’s gaze keeps drifting south, flickering between the plunging neckline of Lando’s shirt and his upper thighs.

Oh, how interesting, he thinks, amused. Out loud, he asks, “Wanna come with? I have no idea which places are trainer-approved.”

It takes a moment for Oscar to shrug and respond, “Sure, why not. Teammate bonding and such, right?”

Lando gasps and plucks the bucket from Oscar’s hands. He pokes Oscar’s shoulder for good measure. “We’re plenty bonded, mate!” Not as much as he’d like, but still. “Just admit that you’re simply leaping at the idea of spending time with me away from the paddock.”

“I’m going to bring you to a seafood restaurant.”

“Aah! No, no, don't do that. I dressed up so pretty, I even shaved, and you’re not ruining my hard work with, eugh, fish.”

Once again, Oscar’s gaze travels over Lando’s figure, and Lando is incredibly delighted to see red tinting his cheeks. He preens a little, which he cannot be blamed for.

It’s so flattering that it more than makes up for Oscar’s simple affirming, “Hm.”

God, Lando would be so over this whole flirting-not-quite-boyfriends thing if it wasn’t so entertaining. He just hopes that Oscar’s patience doesn’t run out before either one of them gives in and just confesses. He also hopes that he isn’t misreading anything either. That would be fucking humiliating.

The little smiles and full-body laughter Lando regularly receives from him keeps him hopeful at best and delusional at worst.

On the way to Oscar’s hotel room, Lando asks what he planned on doing with the ice, and he only receives a shrug and a mumbled, “You never know when you just need a bucket of ice.”

“That’s fair.”

“Speaking of ice, are you going to be cold in just that? It gets cooler in the evenings, and your circulation sucks.”

“A price I’m willing to pay. Have you considered that maybe your circulation is working overtime? That it might be doing too much?” Lando retorts in lieu of admitting that he didn’t actually think that far ahead in his nervous excitement. A green hoodie promptly hits him in the face.

It’s not McLaren merch. It’s OP81 merch, and it smells like Oscar. Lando resists the urge to ball it up and shove his face into it.

“Just hold onto it if you don’t wanna wear it now,” Oscar says before disappearing into the bathroom. He re-emerges in a long-sleeved shirt and trousers that don’t have drawstrings. Lando almost breathes a sigh of relief. Small mercies.

Oscar’s hoodie also ends up being one of those small mercies, and Lando burrows into it comfortably as they take a longer route back to the hotel because the city after dark is nice. Oscar raises an eyebrow at him in his subtly gloating fashion, which Lando ignores in favor of tucking his nose into the collar.

“You look prettier in my hoodie,” Oscar mumbles.

“Huh?”

“Never mind. We’re here anyway.”

[softxsuki]

hi there! i hope you're doing well, congrats on your recent milestone! 💓 if it's alright, may i request a song drabble with the outsider by lyn lapid + hanemiya kazutora (from tokyo rev) + fem!reader + romantic? maybe the genre could be reverse comfort and/or fluff because he feels kinda left out after getting out of juvie. thank you in advance, han. 🫶

1.5k Follower Event Song Drabble "The Outsider" With Kazutora (TR)

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| Pairing: Kazutora x Fem!Reader| Genre: Angst to Fluff bit of Comfort | Post-Type: Drabble | Word Count: 790 |

Warnings: insecurity (from Kazutora), feeling left out

Note: Once again apologizing for this being so late, I hope you're doing well and see this! I loved this concept of Kazutora feeling left out, and having Y/N comfort and reassure him! Enjoy <3

It had been weeks since he was finally released from juvie. Of course he had seen you on your frequent visits to see him when he was still locked up, but things felt different now that he was back in society. You were both older now, maybe you had changed your mind about him and were just sticking around out of obligation?

He felt completely out of place at the dinner you arranged with all his friends, wanting to give him the chance to catch up with everyone. It had been years since he sat at a table with all his friends, a lot of them looking much older than the last time he saw them.

He felt his heart sink when they all seemed so familiar with you as well; Mikey, Mitsuya, Draken, Chifuyu, and the other guys had taken care of you while Kazutora was locked away, making sure you were safe and happy.

You all were engaged in conversation, catching up and discussing events that had happened in the past few weeks when he wasn’t around. He couldn’t find an opportunity to jump in despite the many times you’d bring the conversation to him so he could speak, but he felt bad about joining in as the conversation among the group continued.

What really made him tick and lose his patience though was when Mikey reaches over the table to wipe the bit of ketchup off the side of your mouth with his thumb. Kazutora abruptly stands up and leaves the table, walking out of the restaurant completely.

That was his job…years ago when he wasn’t in prison, he’d even go as far as to kiss the mess off your face whenever you got some food on your nose or the side of your mouth. Has he been replaced? Were you only with him now because you felt bad? Hundreds of thoughts ran through his head as he paced outside the restaurant. Should he leave or go back in? What was he even doing out here?

Groaning, he mentally curses himself, until he feels a poke on his back, a familiar warm voice instantly calming him.

“You okay babe?” You ask slowly, getting his attention as he turns around to face you, sighing.

“I’m fine, I just…think I should leave. I’m clearly not needed here,” he grumbles, shoving his hands in his pockets as he kicks imaginary rocks on the ground.

With a sigh, you take his hand, squeezing it softly.

“Is it because of what Mikey did?” You ask slowly, knowing the action must have bothered him. As soon as he stormed out, you had scolded Mikey for his actions, which he had only done to stir up trouble, as usual. He just needed to be devious, it was his way of trying to get Kazutora to go back to his usual self.

He grunts in response, hating the way Mikey had touched you so casually, what if he had been doing that the whole time he was locked up?

“Stop that,” you sigh, tugging on his hand to get him to look your way, “I pushed Mikey’s hand away as soon as I noticed what he was doing. You know you’re the only one for me.”

Still unsatisfied, Kazutora frowns, overthinking everything.

“Do you know how long I waited for this day? Anxiously awaiting your return so you could be with your friends again and so we could be together like this, like we used to, to hug you and kiss you whenever I want. You’re the one I want, the one I love, the only one I’ll ever be with so long as you still want that,”  you sigh, squeezing his hand reassuringly as you see a small smile appear on his lips.

“Really? You were waiting for me this whole time?” He finally asks, giving your hand a gentle squeeze in return.

“Of course, what else would I be doing? Nothing was the same without you, so having you here just feels right…” you smile softly, swinging your hands together. “Now let's go back inside, I’ll make sure Mikey apologizes to you.”

Agreeing, he follows you inside the restaurant again, your fingers intertwined as he takes a seat beside you, wrapping an arm around your chair reminding everyone you were already taken by him.

The rest of the evening goes a lot smoother, as he slowly opens up more, the guys directing more questions at him and pulling him into their conversations as they talk about their past together. And after many years you see his smile again, the lightheartedness he used to carry; in that moment it was back, and it was beautiful. You’d make sure to protect it for as long as you were together. 

Posted: 9/16/2024

[madelynraemunson]

CALL ME WHAT YOU WANT 𓆩♡𓆪

(strip club owner!eddie x fem!exotic dancer!hargrove!x reader)

𝐌𝐎𝐃𝐄𝐑𝐍 𝐀𝐔 18+ minors LOOK THE OTHER WAY

Ch 007: Buckle Up, Baby

A night in the town with Eddie takes a spicy turn when an outfit on display catches your eyes. And what do ya know? It’s your exact measurement…

* = somewhat smut

** = smut

↳ chapters: 001, 002*, 003** , 004**, 005 , 006 , 007* , 008**, 009, 010, 011, 012* , 013**, 014**, 015, 016**, 017, 018, 019, 020*

word count: 3.5k words

disclaimers & warnings — dialogue heavy, arguing, trauma dumping again, angst, yearning, shy girl yelling at eddie (as she should), sexual tension, grinding, thigh riding, car canoodling 🫣

“She’s a black magic woman, she’s trying to make a devil out of me.”

♡

Spellbinding is the best word you can think of to describe Nocturna, a town spookier than Hawkins just 20 minutes inland. It sure lives up to its name, with the average closing time for restaurants, bars, and shops being 3:30 AM.

“This city is so cute,” you beam. “Love the late night vibe it’s got going on.”

“Right?” Eddie agrees. “If Hawkins were a Spencer’s, ‘Turna would be the back of it.”

Eds takes you to El Diablo Bar & Grill where you settle for a ‘TURNA Tossed salad’ and beer. ‘The Eddie Special’ may have left you full, but there’s no way you’d ever pass up free food.

Your boss helps himself to a couple of beers as well, both of them way too hoppy for your liking. And just as you predicted, downing two of those bad boys after smoking a shit ton of weed has its repercussions.

“Eddie, what the fuck are you doing?”

Personal space is a foreign concept for Eddie whenever he’s under the influence. Not like that’s any new information. You just didn’t expect him to be so tender, affectionately fiddling with your hair, using it as a mustache, and then attempting to braid it. You’re surprised because he actually does pretty well.

“Where’d you learn how to braid?” you ask.

“Taught myself,” he replies. “That way if Nancy ever calls out, someone at Hellfire would at least know how to do hair. Luckily I haven’t ran into that problem yet.”

“That’s really thoughtful,” you swoon as Eddie goes to braid your other side.

“I’m also learning how to curl hair,” Eddie adds. “If I could get past burning myself with the iron, that’d be great. Until then, I’ll always vouch for a traditional sock bun.”

You watch has he loops your hair around itself to secure the braid, just as he did the first one. Then comes the unpredictable. Suddenly, you’re taken aback when Eddie gives your hair a tug. Aggressively.

“Eddie!” you cry out.

He spirals into an outrageous belly laugh.

You shove Eddie away from you in a playful form of disgust, his dramatics launching him right out of his seat. Customers start to look your way. You hide your face in embarrassment.

“I think you’ve flown off the handle,” you accuse.

“No,” he denies. “Just comfortable that’s all.”

“Yeah and a bully,” you hiss, undoing your braids out of spite. He knows you’re kidding around.

“What?” Eddie questions, reeling you in via bar stool, smirk growing more and more prominent the closer you get. “You don’t like that I pull hair?”

“That’s enough, you little freak.”

Eddie stops, jokingly wincing at your harsh words. "Thought you were into freaks."

"...Shut up,” is all you can think to say.

"Come on..." he taunts, giving your side a soft pinch. “You know I'm right."

He is right.

You poke his stomach with one of your pointy fingers.

"Okay, and what if I was? Does that get you off? Mr. Know-It-All?”

Eddie clears his throat and squirms in his seat.

"No, actually,” he shakes his head, leaning into your touch. “Cuz that's just not true.”

Your eyes find each other again.

An apology lingers in the air. Eddie bites his lower lip as he stares, closing the gap between you two with a slight turn of his knee. You explore his dark irises, his wide pupils. When fixated on you, they emit what appears to be sorrow, with just a pinch of regret.

"Sometimes I'm wrong. And I fuck up,” he admits. “Whether I like to admit it or not."

Eddie chugs the remainder of his pint before slamming it.

You shrug. “Yeah. Like when you told me to get off my phone today but stayed on yours the entire time.”

Eddie chuckles away from you.

“Playing music…” you persist, leaning into him a little more. “Texting people…”

“You jealous?” he questions, tongue rolling around in his cheek.

“In your dreams,” you lie.

You’re so close to him now you can practically smell the beer. He inches closer, the front portion of his curly locks tickling the side of your face.

“In your dreams.”

Your thighs clench. In your dreams, indeed. Eddie winks at you like he knows.

“Whatever you say,” you scoff. “Freak.”

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After dinner, you and Eddie decide to walk around the shopping strip. Eddie walks closest to the street, leaving you on the innermost part of the sidewalk like a gentleman.

“So who’s Wayne? Heard you and Henry talking about him before we left.”

“He's my uncle,” Eddie answers. “Pretty much raised me since I was a kid. I owe a lot to him.”

You continue to walk. Somehow along the way, you and Eddie end up strolling with your arms around each other. He turns to ask,

“Who is Max?”

“Max?” you’re stunned to hear that name roll off his tongue. Despite him helping with her YMCA membership, you had always registered them as being worlds apart from each other. “She’s my sister.”

Eddie slowly nods in understanding.

“Her full name is Maxine,” you explain. “Max for short.”

“No wonder,” Eddie chuckles. “I always hear you mentioning a Max and have been wondering who that is.”

“You jealous?” you echo him.

He sneers, “You wish.”

You take this time to admire Eddie. His wanderlust eyes. His pronounced Cupid’s Bow. His thick, wavy locks. The tiny freckle at the crook of his neck that you were sure a lover left for him in a past life. The way his dark clothes always seem to hug him so nice. He’s breathtaking. The hottest thing you’ve ever seen.

"WHOA!" Eddie brings you back. "That's the hottest shit I've ever seen!"

There he goes again. You race after Eddie as he scampers across the street, leading you to what appears to be a lingerie-slash-sex shop. On display is a beautiful scarlet red two piece with fluffy wings behind it to match.

DEVIL WOMAN, is what the set is advertised as.

"Whew, lord," Eddie whistles, pressing his hands against the plexiglass.

He turns to you desperately.

"You can make SO many tips with this on," Eddie insists. "I'm telling you right now woman, you need to seize this opportunity."

"Are you gonna pay for it?" you joke, batting your lashes seductively.

"Sure!" Eddie exclaims. "A-anything you want tonight, you'll get."

It sounds too good to be true.

"Not you trying to spoil me..."

"Definitely me trying to spoil you,” a sneaky smirk forms across his face yet again. “Especially since I’ve been an asshole lately.”

It’s a fair bargain. Not like you can deny it either.

You two shake hands, deal, and make your merry way inside Madame Sédutrice’s Love Boutique.

Time to make his pockets — and heart — hurt.

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It fits you like a glove.

Everything is just right. There is no free space, but there is some real estate to breathe. The set is also squat and split proof. Perfect for a good show.

You strut in front of the mirror like a Victoria’s Secret Devil, relishing over how well the fiery red set accentuates your bust, hugs your hips, and highlights the cheekiest parts of your ass with just enough coverage to have the men wondering.

To leave Eddie wondering.

You’re parading around some more, taking selfies at all angles while Eddie talks to the cashier about guitars. Eventually he does circle back around, as you've been in here for a long period of time.

"Shy Girl," Eddie checks on you from outside. "Did you die in there?"

You put your phone away.

"No, but you're about to."

He laughs. "I love the confidence. Let me at her."

You pull the curtain over so that Eddie can see.

“Jesus fuck.”

Eddie sinks down to his knees, the tips of his fingers trailing from your hips to your thighs, down to your calves. He’s being dramatic again, you think, evident by the three bows of resignation he gives you as he continues to take in your beauty.

"What do you think?" you ask him.

"Simply out of this world," Eddie gasps. He stands to spin you around like he once did before. "You look... like an absolute fantasy. Destined for some alternate dimension."

His breathing heightens as his rough hands trail down to your birthmark. And soon, you’re up there with him.

“I can already see you on that stage,” Eddie gushes. “Doing your thing, stealing the show, driving customers wild. The spotlight soaking in all your beauty...”

“The version of me living in your head sounds pretty damn cool,” you giggle.

You snake your arms around the nape of his neck. Eddie blushes. “She’s a lot like the girl in front of me, actually.”

Either of you can let go now. But you both don't.

“Wanna get out of here?” he asks.

"Mmm… I don't think I'm done just yet," you bat your eyes once more. "What’s a set like this without some accessories?"

You grab his hand and he watches in shock — almost starstruck by you — when you manually wrap his hand around your neck.

“Like a necklace of sorts,” you continue. “A choker, maybe?”

“A choker,” Eddie nods. “Yeah, I can do that.”

He gives you a teasing, gentle squeeze. You’re an absolute puddle.

He grins at you connivingly, playfully.

"Lead the way, m'lady. Anything you want tonight is yours.”

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Satisfied is an understatement. You’re strutting back to Eddie’s van now as he trails closely behind, hauling shopping bags that belong to you in each hand.

“Thank you Eddie,” you say as he manages to open the door for you too.

“Anytime, Princess,” he insists.

You get settled on the passenger side while Eddie starts the van back up again. He waits for a while in his seat.

“You looked stunning in that piece,” Eddie raves, the image of you strutting around still living in his head. “I almost don’t want you to wear it anymore.”

You raise an eyebrow. “What? Why?”

“I wanna be the only one who gets to see you in it,” he explains.

“Gatekeeper much?”

“No, I’m just selfish,” he says. “Especially when you look like that.”

Eddie takes it upon himself to fasten your seatbelt for you.

Your eyes trail along as he clicks it in place, adjusting the seatbelt so that it laid perfectly and untangled, protecting your hips…shielding your chest…

“My eyes only, you know?”

“Just yours?”

“Mhm,” he strains. “Mine and only mine.”

His gentle eyes are begging, glued to your lips like bees to honey. His tongue pokes out again, and you watch as he licks his lips in lust. Fuck. You can’t help it anymore. You decide to lean into him and try again.

But hostile air stops you in your place. There's fear in that man's eyes the closer you get and he pulls away from you.

OH FOR FUCK’S SAKE.

You swat the rest of him away. “You’re doing it again.”

Eddie sighs in defeat.

"I know."

The fact that you didn’t have to elaborate is very telling. Eddie is not stupid. He knows the game he’s playing.

You watch with zero sympathy this time as Eddie pinches the bridge of his nose in exasperation. He lifts a hand. You flinch. Then you relax again when you realize the man isn’t trying to hit you.

“I’m VERY aware of what I’m doing, Hargrove. Okay? That’s the worst part.”

“And you think it’s okay? You like stringing me along, is that it?”

“There’s MORE TO IT, alright?” he groans. “I just don’t know how to explain it to you just yet.”

Eddie starts up again.

“I…” he says, his haunted eyes sparkling. “I just. CAN’T. get. involved. with a coworker. Let alone someone who works under me. Think of all the legal issues that can rise up.”

Bullshit.

“That is a FUCKING LIE!” you scream. “A fucking LIE, Eddie and you know how I know that?”

He looks back over at you.

“It’s because you didn’t think twice about it when you were hooking up with Chrissy.”

You’ve had enough of his excuses. Startled, Eddie shies away from you, surprised that you knew of what he so desperately wanted to conceal.

“Who told you that?”

“Who else would know?”

“Everyone at Hellfire, basically,” Eddie laughs pettily. “I just hoped it wouldn’t get around to you.”

Frustrated, Eddie turns off his car. He tosses his keys onto the center console between you both.

“Chrissy and I happened like two or three times. Is that what you wanted to hear?” he asks you. “She was horny, I was horny. She never gave me the time of day in high school so I got all excited. One thing led to another. Thrill eventually wore off. Now she’s just one of my good friends.”

You cross your arms and glare out the window.

“But the reason I was soooo okay with the Chrissy thing is because I only saw her as a fling,” Eddie continues. “End of story.”

“Where exactly are you going with this?”

“The difference with you is that a part of me actually wanted this to go somewhere.”

Does he think you’re stupid? Surely Eddie can’t think you’re just going to fall for his words instead of his actions.

You scoff. “You’re being ridiculous.”

“Am I?”

You muster up the courage to look over at him again. And there he is, his big brown doe eyes glimmering under the full moon.

“I’ve never met anyone like you before, Hargrove,” he mumbles softly. “That shit’s terrifying. For the first time in an incredibly long time I feel like someone gets me.”

You attempt to look away again. Eddie cranes his neck over towards you to meet you where you’re at.

“Someone who gets what it’s like to have a shitty, absent father,” Eddie continues. “Someone who also had to learn how to navigate grief before getting a fucking learner’s permit.”

“You can stop,” you choke. “I get the picture.”

But Eddie continues.

“…Someone who also has to be the bread-winner of the family, not by choice, but by necessity. And someone whose now got a shit ton of trust issues cuz somebody else had to go and fuck ‘em up THAT badly.”

Your throat begins to burn. A soul cry marinates at the pit of your stomach.

"I'm so infatuated with you, Hargrove,” your boss insists. “Okay? You have no idea.”

You tsk.

“You’re infatuated with me,” it’s more of a statement than a question of yours. “Yet you push me away.”

Eddie rolls his eyes. “Oh, come on, like you don’t have trouble accepting things you so rightfully deserve?”

He reaches over to grab your hand. You let him.

"There's nothing scarier than falling for someone who is your literal mirror," Eddie whispers. "Especially when you don't like anything about yourself."

“I know.”

You two fall silent and end up staring ahead for quite some time.

Both of you observe a couple cross the street together. The smitten pair are taking a stroll on the sidewalk, hand in hand and falling into one another like missing puzzle pieces. The guy kisses the girl's forehead, his silhouette reminding you so much of Steve.

“I also didn’t wanna get in between you and Harrington," Eddie mumbles.

“I told you we’re just fuck buddies.”

“But he really, really likes you.”

“Yeah, but if he’s not over Nancy, then what’s the point?”

It’s been a decade since Steve and Nancy broke up and he’s still lovesick over her. When you realized that she couldn’t ever be replaced, you stopped trying to pursue Steve romantically. Eddie falls mute again.

"I'm just his lil pocket pussy for all I know," you break the ice with a laugh.

"Don't say that," Eddie disapproves. "You are more than your body, Shy Girl."

“Then tell me what I am, Eddie,” the wounded part of you speaks. “Since I don’t seem to know.”

His gaze softens. “Well, it’s easy.”

You look at him.

"Corn ball alert,” Eddie prefaces. “But you’re the conversations you have with your regulars, asking them about their day and if they have any updates for you… You're the friendships you make with girls that you don't see a need to compete with. And you're that silly little dance you do when Argyle makes you food. And you’re also the destructive parts of yourself that you keep hiding from but little do you know that even those parts of you tell a story."

The sound of police sirens divert your attention. You shudder at the noise. Eddie seemingly makes note of it and clears his throat as a placeholder.

"…I didn't think you paid attention to any of that, Eds."

"I'm more observant than you think."

You believe him. After all, there are instances when you catch him sneaking a glance at you, turning away too late because you’re caught by his eyes to do the same.

A sigh escapes your body. You interlock your fingers with his.

“I don’t know what... this… is,” you begin. “But all I know is that I really enjoy your company. And that I’ve had a crush on you since the day I met you. If it wasn't obvious already."

Eddie snorts. “Even when I was freaking out over kegs and ground chili?”

“Especially when you were freaking out over kegs and ground chili.”

And now forgiveness is in the air. Monkey see, monkey do, and soon both you and Eddie are grinning at each other from one side of your faces to the other.

“Please,” Eddie requests politely with a gulp. “Will you let me kiss you?”

“Yes.”

To your surprise, Eddie leaves a peck on your cheek out of all places. This fucker, still so polite. He doesn’t touch or graze anywhere else while he does.

“Thanks,” he says as he pulls away. “I guess.”

But you only want him closer now.

“Oh don’t be stupid,” you giggle grabbing his face with both your hands. “Just fucking kiss me.”

You rest your hands at his chin when you pull him closer. And with Eddie’s permission, you sink your lips onto his. His warm breath circles you as your lips attach to one another.

There’s no turning back now.

Eddie’s lips are as soft as a cloud, and they seem to know yours very well. When he’s latched on, Eddie synchronizes with your rhythm almost immediately, getting a few more kisses in before his tongue begs you for entrance. You deny him access and push him back.

“Oooh,” you taunt him, causing him to laugh. “Someone likes me.”

“Maybe,” Eddie blushes, cupping the side of your face with one of his rigid hands. He gives the back of your head an endearing little scratch.

“But you…can’t get involved huh?”

Eddie shakes his head, doing his very best to stand his ground. He’s back to staring at your lips. “No. Definitely can’t…get involved.”

Of course not.

“Not even if I do this?”

You swoop over to press down on the button of Eddie’s seat belt to unbuckle it. Click. He restrains himself, but there’s wonder in his eyes.

“Or this?”

Your hands travel to the side furthest from you as you lean to crank the lever, lowering the head of Eddie’s driver seat to a 30 degree angle.

Amused now, he furrows his brows together and rests his hands behind his head, manspreading as you play that agonizingly long game.

“You’re pushing it, Hargrove…”

Using his unavailable hands to your advantage, you climb over him and assert yourself on his lap. A low groan escapes Eddie’s nose. You make sure to strategically situate yourself right on his crotch. Eddie’s breath hitches, hand hovering over your birthmark as you sink those hips into him. He bucks his up in return, trying to keep up with you.

“What about this?”

“Oh, that’s not fair…”

His hands are back at your waist.

A protruding essence grows in size as you continue to ride Eddie’s thigh. Soft, low whimpers escape from his chest, his dark eyes now beseeching at his mercy. Eddie’s fingers curl, enclosing themselves tightly around the fabric of your baby tee. His available hand gnaws at the seat below him.

“I don’t like playing fair,” you whisper huskily. “I just like getting even.”

Both of yours eyes are glued to what you’re doing, where you’re grinding, and how.

“Why do you do this to me?” he whispers longingly.

“I think it’s safe to say that you’ve been edging me for quite some time, Munson,” you shrug angelically. “Now it’s my turn to give you a taste of—”

You squeal suddenly when Eddie’s hand flies to your throat. The grip he has on you tightens hastily, long before you can even process it.

Shock overpowers you as Eddie studies you eagerly, with flared nostrils and a hot chest. You peer down at him with glossy eyes and yearning lips.

“Back of the van,” Eddie orders. “Now.”

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author's note: i'd be lying if i told you guys i didn't play imaginary barbies in my head in order to map out the argument between eddie and shy girl dfsjklfdkgfgsg would you say I’m a puppet master?

[serstolas]

Harding Week 2025, Day 3

Family |Friends. Thank you to @datvcompanionweeks for organizing Harding Week

Emmrich and Harding on their camping trip during the game. (Also on AO3)

“I find that researching the concept of camping did not fully prepare me for the experience,” Emmrich said as he and Harding settled around their campfire that night. “It has all together been a lovely experience, thought.”

“Even getting your shoes covered in mud?” Lace asked with a chuckle as she tended to the yams she was roasting in the campfire.

“Well, it was not ideal,” Emmrich admitted. “But it is nothing that cannot be cleaned off.”

“Ma always told me that being out in the wild reminds you that you're alive,” Harding remarked. “It helps you connect better with the world. You're reminded there's more than just the rush of life in a village or city.” She carefully poked at the coals with spade, unburying the yams she'd placed there earlier. “So how does it compare to the Memorial Gardens for you?”

Emmrich regarded his young friend thoughtfully as he looked around them. “There is a certain rhythm to life that you appreciate more when you are not inside a building,” he agreed. “Most of the plants in the gardens are cultivated in one form or another. It feels more primal out here, a wildness that would be out of place in the Gardens, yet I find I am enjoying it all the same.” He permitted himself a smile. “At least as a visitor.”

“Well, we'll be headed back to the Lighthouse tomorrow,” Lace noted, “So it will be easier to wash up and such then. I'd recommend soaking your shirt from yesterday in white vinegar when we get back. It should help remove the berry juice stain.”

Emmrich nodded, I shall do just that.” Jr smiled. “Thank you, my friend, for sharing your homeland with me. It has been a pleasure to look upon the wilds of Feredlan with you, and collect various plant samples. Perhaps we can see how well wild onions or lavender does in your conservatory?”

Harding brighten. “Of course, Emmrich! I'd be happy to plant them in the conservatory for you. I've always loved Lavender. Ma used to take a brief sprig of it and hang it in my room to help me sleep at night.”

“Hmm, I do wonder if that might not help our friends who do not sleep well in the Lighthouse,” Emmrich murmured.

“We can try it,” Lace replied. “Rook was originally from Feredlan. He might like it.”

“I shall ask him,” Emmrich replied. “After all of this is over, I do hope you will come and visit the Necropolis. There are also some lovely restaurants in Nevarra city as well.” He looked thoughtful. “Perhaps you can show your mother as well.”

“I think she'd like that,” Lace smiled. “Ma's always wanted to travel for a bit. She's been in Feredlan for pretty much my whole life, while I've traveled a lot with the Inquisition.”

“Then we shall arrange it, once the business with the gods is done,” he said.

“I like it,” Harding grinned, excited at the prospect of someday introducing her Ma to all of her new friends.

[fuzzy-oooze]

Alright, so, how do I break down a year-old, constantly-updating setting?

factions or races?

I guess I can do factions as I do races. don't ask where the animal people come from, that'd take all day.

All right, here goes.

*BIG INHALE*

------------------------------------------------------------------------------ the Sunset Republic is the largest and third oldest of the major factions, founded 13 years after the collapse and spanning from Oregon to Baja, Hawai'i to Vegas, with it's capital in Sacramento, where the President and Heavenly Guru rule, each equally powerful as part of an ancient peace treaty after a war, though tensions are high.

It's religion, the Way of Harmony, four great wisdoms: -the Wisdom of Atlantis, which is the secret power of the Motive Force and arcane technology. This one exists mainly to keep the Fulgurites from revolting. -the Wisdom of Lemuria, which is the power of herbs and meditation -the Wisdom of Mu, which is the destiny writ in the stars -and the Truest Wisdom, which is that every story and every myth is partly true, as reality is consensus. This one exists to keep the less politically-powerful religions from revolting.

the Sunset Republic is extremely diverse and consists largely of Therianthropes, human-mammal hybrids, such as catmen, dogmen, and others. Robots and bugmen exist, but are rare, with jellymen, psicines, and bushmen even rarer.

Much of it's culture takes elements from pre-Collapse east asian cultures, as Californa had taken in a large influx of Japanese immigrants a few years before the Collapse, alongside their historical love of asian culture, but in the 200 years the real history has been lost and the fact that the samurai and ninja protecting their elites where ever foreign is completely unknown to most.

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the Democractic Republic of Gasket is a powerful nation located over the scattered mounds of gravel thinly strewed across the plains that used to be Austin, and controlled much of old texas. They are built around the Grand Fabricator, a massive, sapient, completely-automated archeotech factory that can produce anything asked of it if supplied with materials. As a result, Gasket was a slave-holding dictatorship until a recent revolt overthrew the dictator and brought in a democractic, capitalistic system of governance.

Gasket City itself is basically hot gotham, being a very compact yet sprawling city, henned in from old walls to keep old barbarians out that have since past, narrow streets shadowed by towering brick banks, sleezy restaurants, dirty apartments, and fulgurite churches that serve only to channel the HEAT. The people consist largely of humans, though their old slave race, the Bushmen, also exist in large numbers, same is true for robots. Crime is rampant; organized syndicates, anarchist gangs, and corrupt officials rule the cities, whilst outlaws, counter-revolutionary slavers, and raider tribes poke and prod at the outskirts.

Outside of Gasket City, it's various frontier towns are largely independent and free to do as they please, as long as they further the elite's goals in restoring civilization to Texas. Many from the large cities nearer to the capital flew to the frontier, hoping for a life of freedom as a cowboy or ranger, but usually just end up as a tired farmhand with back pain.

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New Orleans is the most important city on the continent and is an all-devouring black hole of culture. Many nations have sought to conquer it and indeed may have, only to then discover a week later that they no longer own their ships, and then a month later realize that this is now their home, and then after a year they’re just one of the locals. New Orleans is a great beast that gobbles up people, food, water, and luxury goods, and a crucible where only the interesting, useful concepts and ideas of foreign cultures survive to fuse into its eternally refining alloy of society. It assimilates all it touches and cannot be stopped.

New Orleans is a hive city, as sea levels rose it, already sunken below sea level, built a great wall to keep the floodwaters out, preventing it from growing outwards and so instead, it grew tall. Now New Orleans is known as "The City that Leaves a Wake in the Clouds" and landlubbers who see it for the first time are awestuck and paralyzed by it's sheer majesty. Thousands are born in New Orleans, and thousands die, every single day. without pause, without interruption, without end, and it will continue, forever.

New Orleans' docks are a megastructures themselves, being home to hundreds of drydocks, ports, harbors, and wharfs where sailors, fishermen, merchants, and pirates dock and rest. Everything that exists can be found in the city markets. Every race that exists has a population in it's apartments, and it's so big and so ancient, not even it's rulers, the robotic Autocracts, know what exists buried in the muck and mire under the city roots, where the Old City used to be.

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The Fulgurites are one of the largest religions in the post-collapse United States. They are the cultural descendants of atheism before technology progressed far enough for real atheism to return and are behind much of the surviving knowledge. Their covenants are vital sources of knowledge of lost technology and are the patrons to many expeditions into old bunkers.

The Fulgurite Covenant worships the Motive Force, a distortion of the cycle of energy from two centuries of oral tradition, mismemory, and torn pages that’s been turned into a sort of omnipresent life energy that permeates all things. They believe that everything that operates under its own power, from squirrels to plasma cannons, possess a soul or spirit made out of a sliver of the Motive Force that flows through them, resulting in them being animistic pantheists. Due to their belief that all energy returns to the Motive Force, they also believe in a kind of reincarnation. When they pray to a piece of lost technology at a shrine, they are attempting to attune to it, awakening its dormant (or reviving it’s lost) spirit and allow it to conduct its blessed energy through them to grant guidance, knowledge, or fortune. Places like the Grand Fabricator or the depths of New Orleans are sacred spots and places of power, where the Motive Force is closest to earth.

-the Fulgurite Dynamic Laws are: 0: all things are equal to the Motive Force 1: The Motive Force is infinite and eternal, cycling through and powering all things. 2: Entropy will one day come to claim the universe and destroy all things. 3: The Motive Force seeks equilibrium, and those who horde or reject it shall face destruction.

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I'm cutting it off here, these four are the "need-to-know-for-the-setting-to-work" groups, so ask for more if you want, like the auto-nomads of the Great Plains, the great underground war between centipedes and ants that surface-folk know nothing about, the human hive mind in Seattle, ETC at your own digression.

[katnissdoesnotfollowback]

Anything you can share about Nude Dude Foods? I loved the snippet you shared last time! Or if nothing new, what are the chances you think this one might move off the random files list to future AO3 story in the future? I really love this concept! :)

Hey friend!

Unknown on the chances of it moving off the Random Files list onto the Future Stories list. Wish I could give you better news than that, but I have so many stories I'm already trying to focus my brain power on finishing that this one is getting like zero brain cells right now.

But here's a snippet from Peeta's pov:

Peeta thought they’d gotten closer over the past six months since that first real smile. Enough that he’d thought he had a shot of not getting rejected when he eventually worked up the nerve to ask her out. Which he had planned on doing this morning, before Haymitch showed up and honked enough to ruin Peeta’s shot. He had consoled himself that there was always tomorrow morning. Maybe asking her out on Saturday morning would work out better, he’d told himself as he’d gone through preparing for the work day, the actual work day, and then preparing for the special event they had booked for Friday night. A bachelorette party, one of their most lucrative offerings.

He’d managed his anxiety rather well, he’d thought. Until he walked into the room after finishing preparations and found out that Katniss was part of the bridal party. 

At least she’s not the bride, he kept telling himself.

Still. There are the death glares he’s been getting from her, but almost worse than that, Katniss made sure that, when they divided into two groups, she was placed in Finnick’s group.

And Peeta’s trying really hard not to feel rankled or jealous over her deliberate choice, but he’s failing miserably. While he’s always gotten nervous before events like this, mainly because of his leg and the uncertainty over how their customers will react to seeing his prosthetic, this event has poked at all his insecurities until he’s raw. It’s never bothered him this much before, the usual clear preference for Finnick that arises with almost every private event they work together. Maybe because beyond feeling a little inferior, Peeta ultimately didn’t care before. He had no interest in their clients so why would it bother him that Finnick got more customers vying for a chance to stand close to a mostly naked Finnick while they cooked? Why would it bother him that Finnick received far more flirtatious looks, more numbers tucked in his shorts, and more lascivious comments thrown his way?

It doesn’t bother him at all, Peeta tells himself forcefully as he reminds Leevy not to let the glaze boil. She removes it from the heat and as they turn back around to carry her pot to the counter, Peeta makes sure that Beryl knows what to do on the stove before he helps Leevy with her next step. There’s always one in the crowd that demands more attention, and it appears that for Peeta’s group, that’s Leevy.

As he moves to stand next to her, though, he feels eyes on him and looks up to find Katniss watching him closely. She gulps back some of her drink and turns her back to him, and Peeta feels the heat of embarrassment climbing up his neck.

Not because he’s embarrassed by his job. Far from it. He and Finnick make good money with both their restaurant and their private catering events. And there’s something joyful about helping others discover the fun in cooking good food, then consuming good food, that has always appealed to Peeta. The nearly naked thing was always just their way of getting people to relax and have a good time, and they justified it by saying it was a metaphor for the foods they cook. 

And he’s never really cared about people seeing him shirtless or even near naked before. After all, he was practically naked every time he stepped on a wrestling mat all through high school and college. He’s lost count of how many pictures there are of him in his wrestling uniform that border on what many would call indecent.

But he had rather hoped that the first time Katniss saw him like this, there’d be fewer people in the room. He’d been hoping it would be a far more romantic moment.

Finnick says something to Katniss then, probably to cajole her into having more fun, and Peeta can’t hear what Katniss says to Finnick, but his partner throws his head back and laughs. Really laughs. Katniss smirks and Peeta feels sick.

Which is how he winds up with a group of screaming women as Beryl’s pot boils over.

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WIP File Games.

<3 kdnfb

[oldwritingm]

not sure if you need like a scenario or not but if you do can you do like lloyd and an idol reader (male preferable but gn is fine) like facing the very slight minor inconveniences when going on a date (romantic)?

have a lovely day!

Yaay I LOVED this concept!! I may have exaggerated the "inconveniences" a little though hehe ^^"

Word count: 1.1k

Ninjago - The Idol and The Green Ninja (Lloyd) (700 follower event)

“You know, you really didn’t need to do this.”

“Of course I did! Couldn’t have you going out there with your stage makeup.”

“Yeah, but you could’ve just taken it off. You didn't have to put on makeup again."

“Y/n, you’re so handsome. The most handsome. But I make you even more handsome.”

You chuckled, shaking your head at your makeup artist as she paused to tilt your face side to side. 

“Besides, you’re going on a date with the Green Ninja. You need to look—”

“Gorgeous, as always,” a smooth, gentle voice interrupted, attracting both of your eyes to the open dressing room door.

There stood your boyfriend Lloyd, looking sharp in a collared shirt and slacks. In a gloved hand he held a bouquet of your favorite flowers, and on his face he wore a polite smile.

Your makeup artist bolted up, murmuring a nervous greeting followed immediately by a farewell as she scurried past him.

You sighed, taking the clothing protector off your chest and making your way over to your boyfriend. 

“Thanks, Lloyd. She’s a great makeup artist, but she can be a little… overbearing.”

“Yeah, I know,” Lloyd laughed, squeezing your hand. “You look amazing, though.” 

He wasn’t just looking at your face; his eyes wandered up and down your form, admiring every inch of you in the purest amore. 

“Oh, stop. Look at you! You’re gonna be turning some heads.”

Now you both laughed—of course you would both be turning heads anyway, being two of Ninjago’s biggest celebrities. 

You both loved what you did, but it made something as simple as a date night next to impossible. The moment you left the studio you were already getting looks, and by the time you were in the streets you could see cameras flashing indiscreetly in the dark.

“Paparazzi?” Lloyd murmured.

“Nah. Just people forgetting that the flash turns on automatically when it’s dark,” you snickered, winking at Lloyd.

“Heh. Well, we’re almost to the restaurant, so maybe our luck is—”

“Y/n! Oh my—you’re my idol! And is that Lloyd Garmadon? Wow! Are you guys… together?”

You glanced at each other, then back at the ogling fan in front of you. Lloyd gave a shy nod; the fan flipped out.

“Oh—wow—oh my—ah, can I please get a photo of you guys?”

You had to admit, it was sort of cute when people lost the ability to speak in front of you. Apparently Lloyd was thinking the same thing, because you shared an amused smile before separating to let the fan stand between you.

“Thank you… oh wow. Y/n and the Green Ninja are dating!” The fan scurried off in a fit of giggles.

But they had spoken a little too loud, and now the heads that had turned were flocking towards you two.

“I think you jinxed us,” you teased, poking your elbow into Lloyd’s ribs.

As these things went, it was almost ten more minutes before you could push through the crowd into the restaurant a mere few yards away. Luckily the place had a bouncer, and once inside you were safe. Well, safe enough. Of course the waitress wanted a picture before she took you to your booth, and a couple other restaurant-goers wanted one too. But by the time your food arrived you were quite alone.

“So, how was work?”

You smiled. “You should’ve seen the makeup I was wearing before you came in. I think Jay would’ve liked it.”

“Jay likes anything flamboyant. Or glittery. So which was it?”

“Both, actually. I think I still have glitter in my eye.”

“So that explains the stars in your eyes.”

You blushed, looking down bashfully. “You smooth-talker.”

“Only for you.”

“Pish posh. How was saving the world?”

“The usual. Some kicks here, some punches there… run of the mill stuff.”

“Fair enough.”

The topic might’ve seemed boring, but that was what you liked about discussing it with Lloyd. Anyone else would’ve asked for more details, excited by the notion of being a ninja or a celebrity. But you understood each other; you knew you didn’t want to go into too much detail, because to you it was, as Lloyd put it, “run of the mill stuff.” Nothing worth discussing more.

“Did you see they’re reprinting the Starfarer special edition from three years ago?”

“Are they?!”

“Yeah! I’m totally going to buy it. Well, I can actually get it for free, since I saved the comic book shop that one time. Free comics for life, he said.”

“Oh, I’m so jealous.”

“Don’t worry, I’ll get one for you too.”

“You get me,” you grinned, cupping your hand over Lloyd’s on the table. This was what you liked to talk about.

“Actually, on that topic, I heard word floating around that some director was thinking about maybe making a new Starfarer TV series.”

“Really? Oh, they better not mess it up. I’d be so mad.”

“I’d burn the studio down myself.”

“I’d help! I know a guy who’s good with fire,” Lloyd snickered. “Speaking of Kai… the distraction should be in full swing by now. Let’s get the check and book it.”

“Distraction?” You raised an eyebrow.

“I had Nya dock the Bounty outside the restaurant. Kai’s showing off to keep the crowd distracted.”

“Oh, bless him,” you sighed, relieved.

“Movie at my place?”

“Hmm… better go with mine. Can’t risk braving the crowd to get on the Bounty.”

“You’re right; I hadn’t thought of that. Let’s go, then.”

You could see bright bursts of fire shooting into the air when you stepped outside. Not a single head turned as you shimmied discreetly along the building past the crowd, and once you were clear of the masses you began to run, hand in hand, down the dark street.

You could hear your names being called occasionally, and you’d wave, but you didn’t stop running. Not until you reached your place, and by that time you were both a sweating, wheezing mess.

“Why do you look so out of shape? You’re the ninja in the relationship,” you joked, straightening yourself.

“Man, don’t make fun of me,” Lloyd pouted.

“I’m sorry, sugar.” You tilted his chin towards you, planting a kiss on his lips. 

He hummed, wrapping his arms around you and pulling you closer. You could feel his heart hammering in his chest; but it wasn’t slowing down as you continued to kiss him.

At last you parted, faces still so close your noses were touching. 

“So, uh, movie?”

“Plus cuddling,” Lloyd insisted. 

“Not in these clothes. Let’s change into comfies.”

Fortunately Lloyd had a few articles of his own at your place (totally not because he let you “borrow” them and you never gave them back), and so you both donned your pajamas and settled in for a movie.

“Finally alone,” you sighed, leaning against Lloyd.

“Finally,” he agreed.

Honestly, you didn’t remember the movie at all. The only thing you remembered from the rest of that night was the feeling of Lloyd’s breath on your cheek, his arms around you, and the overwhelming comfort of relaxing against each other.

Thank you so much for taking part in the event! And thanks for reading, take care duckies <3

[scarletsaphire]

@dooshek the second veggie burger scene for the ask game.

Tucker wrinkled his nose in disgust, grabbing the napkin next to him and spitting the half chewed mush into it. He took a thick swallow of his chocolate shake. "You are doing nothing to change my mind on the matter."

"Oh come on!" Sam protested, throwing her hands into the air. "That was one of the best fake meat replacements on the market right now. It tastes exactly like beef."

Tucker crossed his arms. "You may be an expert in suspicious plant based meat replacements, but you are no expert in good beef. Or any beef. Or any other meat."

"And I take pride in that fact," Sam interrupted.

"No matter how much pride you take, it still makes me the expert on meat. And I still say that none of these plant based scientists have ever tasted meat in their whole lives."

"They totally have! Why else would they be making these replacements?" 

"They totally haven't! How else could they say this," Tucker poked the not beef patty with his fork, "tastes like meat?"

"Have you tried thinking about happy cow faces while eating it?" Sam suggested. "It might make it taste better when you consider that every bite you take isn't soaked in the blood of an innocent animal."

"Have you ever watched Veggie Tales?" Tucker shot back. "Those vegetables have faces! How are you supposed to eat a cucumber when its Larry's cousin!"

Sam threw her hands in the air in anger. "No I haven't seen veggie tales, I'm Jewish! And even if I had, its a cartoon! Cartoons aren't real."

Tucker opened his mouth to add a rebuttal, but was cut off before he could do so. "I'm sorry," the waitress, a shorter, petite woman with short hair said. "But if you're going to keep fighting like that, I'm going to have to ask you to leave."

Tucker glanced around the restaurant they were sitting in, catching Sam doing the same. A number of the surrounding tables were staring at them, with others make a point to not stare at them. He felt his face heat up slightly in embarrassment.

Sam, of course, had abandoned the concept of embarrassment sometime in high school, and had no issues with defending herself. "We weren't fighting, we were debating, there's a difference," she pointed out. "But we understand. We'll keep it down."

The waitress gave a tired, strained smile at both of them. "We appreciate it, thank you."

The two sat there for a moment, watching the waitress walk to another table, before turning back to each other and giggling, Tucker mostly with embarrassment. "I feel like we should have seen this coming," Tucker said, his voice much more hushed than it had been before.

"Considering this is like, the 3rd time? Yea, probably," Sam said.

"Next time, I'm choosing the date spot."

"Only if you admit that the patty was good," Sam argued. At Tucker's glare, she laughed a full laugh. "I'm kidding." Tucker couldn't help but laugh along.

[ltwharfy]

For DVD commentary, what about this part of I Don't Care if I Ever Get Back and the surrounding paragraphs? Like the decision to not have the restaurant dream fully realized would be fun to hear about!

“Well, no one took it seriously until he met Linda. She never tired of hearing about his burger ideas and seemed to believe that he would actually have his own restaurant. Some small part of Bob was starting to believe too.”

Thanks for asking! I was hoping someone would have a question about "I Don't Care If I Ever Get Back"!

So, I think part of what is enticing about writing precanon Boblin is that we don't know a ton about their precanon lives. Specifically about Bob's career. I believe the flashback in "Father of the Bob" where he quits working for his dad is supposed to be 20 years ago, while the Movie shows Bob and Lin checking out the restaurant before renting it, and it looks like Linda is pregnant with Tina suggesting that it occurred 13 years ago. So there's several years where Bob wasn't working for his dad before he opened the restaurant.

And, in "What About Job?" Bob says that when he was a kid he didn't imagine/predict that he would have his own restaurant. And I think that what Bob really cares about is the food part of the restaurant- he likes being a beef-artist and coming up with unique burgers. And I don't think young Bob really cared if he did that for his dad or another restaurant owner or if he had his own place-he just wanted to make the burgers. So, I imagine that Bob at the point that story is set hasn't been working with his dad for several years, but still isn't getting the freedom or satisfaction he wanted wherever he was working (I came up with an odd restaurant concept with a pun name, that I ended up leaving out of the story because it didn't seem to be necessary*). So he sort of has the dream of having his own restaurant but doesn't feel like it is actually practical and anyone he mentions it to isn't particularly supportive- until he meets Linda!

And I think that really fits into the grumpy/sunshine dynamic that they have. So, essentially the way I imagine it going is that at some point when they start dating Bob's like "I have this idea for a restaurant (but it will never happen)" and Linda's like "yes it will! (And I'll help you make it happen)" And I know others have written about this better and at more length but I really don't think the restaurant would have opened or been successful without Linda (she's the one who manages the finances, she's the one who is actually good interacting with customers, etc.)

As for why I chose to include that in the story there are two reasons. 1. One of my favorite parts of writing BB fic is trying to come up with jokes that fit into some of the show's trademark gags, like stores with pun names and Burgers of the Day. So, I loved the idea of trying to think of baseball-themed burgers and needed to come up with a context for that; and 2. It was my first (and so far only) time writing Boblin so I wanetd to include as many of my favorite things about them as possible, and while some of these are jokes (their competitiveness with each other, Linda mispronouncing words multiple times, etc.) others are a bit more meaningful, and I really think that the way they are so supportive of each other is one of the things that makes them "relationship goals" for so many people (myself included).

*Okay, as a bonus since you read all my serious thoughts about Boblin and overanalyzing my own writing, the restaurant idea I had was a Hawaiian-Jamaician fusion place called Poke Mon.