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tf-boi · 14 days ago

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"I'm off to work!" Jake said, putting on his work shoes. He was going to his job as a night shift worker at a local spa.

"You seem happy to be going to that gay spa" Charlie, Jake's boyfriend, said.

"Not really, we're understaffed today, so I'm gonna be working the front, then hope its slow enough that I can clean the place and restocks and ughhhh" Jake moaned.

"Wow that sucks. They didn't hire anyone new yet?"

"Nope so it's just me tonight."

Charlie got up and walked towards Jake "Should I help?"

"Nah Charlie, you wouldn't want to." Jake denied.

Charlie hugged his boyfriend and whispered "Well if you finish work early we can borrow one of the rooms and fuck."

Jake blushed, "W-well sure...if you don't mind" he put his hands over his excited cock.

"Cool then its settled then" Charlie said putting on his shoes and jacket.

The pair arrived to Jake's work, the new gay soa that opened up in town. On the outside it looks like an ok hotel but on the inside it has pools, saunas, hot tubs, and even private rooms for people to rent.

"Your late!" Said an annoyed looking twink behind the counter.

Jake put his hand behind his back. "Sorry Dave, traffic was rough".

"Whatever..." Dave said getting out from behind the counter, showing he only had the staff shirt and a pair of speedos on, his bulge looking to big to be on a twink but nobody questions it, only crave it.

Dave pointed at Charlie "And who's that?"

"My boyfriend" Jake said "He's gonna help me out tonight."

"Wait thats smart, I should have asked my boyfriend to work with me." Dave said, impressed with Jake's idea.

"Yeah so you mind loaning him your shirt?"

Dave rolled his eyes and took his shirt of, revealing his thin figure tp the world. He tossed it to Jake. "I'll be im the pool for a bit if you need back up"

"Thanks Dave!" The two workers waving goodbye to each other.

Jake handed Charlie the shirt and watched him put it on. "Ok you can man the front desk. Its pretty simple, they come in, enter their info on the tablet. Then you take their money and hand them a locker key." Charlie nodded as if thinking this task was simple enough. He sat behind the counter where Dave was. Jake grabbed some cleaning supplies and walked off. Through out the night Charlie did as Jake told, some of the patrons even grabbing a condom from the bowl. Charlie sat there thinking about Dave's massive bulge, how he wanted it in him. Charlie and Jake were dating but both of them prefer to bottom so they'd often get others to join in with them. A few hours passed and Jake returned. "Hows it goung babe?" Charlie asked enthusiastically. "Its going alright" Charlie responded "But the condom bowl is empty".

Jake looked at the bowl and gave out a small gasp.

He ran to the supply closet and emerged a few minutes. "Aw crap we're out". Jake sighed.

"Oh well." Charlie said putting his head in his hand.

"Its not 'oh well' babe one of our selling points was we gave out free condoms!"

Jake started to panic but then stopped at looked at Charlie with puppy dog eyes.

As if he knew what Jake was thinking, Charlie snarled "No way not happening"

"Pleeeeease" Jake begged "I'll get Dave to fuck you if you let me."

"W-what??" Charlie gasped.

"Please babe you weren't exactly subtle staring at him."

Charlie blushed "Can you really do that?"

"Yeah he's pretty wild. A few times I ended up inside that monster! He even churned me into cum and splattered me all over the shower room wall. I ended up respawning in the sewer."

Charlie turned red at the image of his boyfriend getting cock vored by his coworker. He then sighed. "Sure do your thing".

Jake grinned and twirled his fingers. Suddenly Charlue started sinking as his body is being dissolved into a pile of condoms. Soon his entire body was reduced to a pile on condoms. Jake scooped up his boyfriend and filled the condom bowl with him.

"You better turn me back!" Charlie's voice echoed in Jake's head.

"Don't worry as long as I have one of you I can turn you back." Jake picked one up and twirled his fingers once again making the condom glow for a moment. "There, I put most of your soul and mind into this one so I should be good." He said, putting Charlie into his pocket.

Jake sat back behind the counter taking over for Charlie.

Throughout the night, more and more customers come into the spa and grab a condom from the bowl. Charlie moaned in his mind as he felt his multiple condom bodies being used. He felt large and small dicks, soft gentle thrusts and wild animal-like thrusts. Jake got an erection as his mental link with Charlie meant that he felt what he felt as well. "I-i should have thought this through. . . " Jake said, putting one of his hands in his pants massaging his cock.

"N-no you should do this more often! AHHHH~" Charlie moaned in Jake's mind.

As the night goes on, Jake gasps and huffs in lust as he saw each of the guests leave one by one. Soon it was 5AM, closing time for the Spa, which was really just an hour between the night and day shift for cleaning.

"Phew almost done. . ." Jake said reaching for the rest of Charlie's condoms. A hand swoops in and grabs the rest of them, it was Dave looking like he enjoyed his night.

"Good work Jake," Dave winked "Uhhh where's your boyfriend?"

"Oh uhhh. . . he went home a few hours ago, he's not used to the night shift."

"Oh shame, I wanted to do a threesome to top my night off, but you will do for tonight."

Jake blushed "W-what? No way I gotta clean this place for the day shift!"

Dave giggled "Oh nah, I spent the last hour or so cleaning the rooms as the customers left, I was thinking of how I would fuck the both of you when your shift was done."

Jake stuttered "well . . I. . .ummm I don't know if Char-char would approve. . . "

"Do it!" Echoed Charlie's voice "I want to feel that dick in me too!"

Slowly Charlie's horniness slowly leaked into Jake's mind and he felt like he couldn't say no. "S-sure Dave!" Jake shouted as he followed Dave into an empty bedroom.

The two begin to make out as Dave slowly strips Jake down.

Jake moaned into Dave's mouth as they fall onto a bed. After making out for a while longer, Dave broke off and stared at his prey. He removed his speedo revealing his massive cock. Jake was in awe of his third leg begging for it to be inside him. Dave went to work shoving his cock into Jake's ass raw. "Ahh Ahhh" Jake moaned as his coworker wrecked his asshole.

"You like that bitch?" Dave barked, dominating Jake.

"Yes daddy, harder!" Jake pleaded

Dave happily abided as he fucked Jake faster and harder.

"Holy shit his cock is so massive!" Charlie thought as he was mentally fucked by Dave. "Damn, good thing I'm a condom right now, I would have cummed by now!"

Dave soon slowed down and shoved his rocker deeper and deeper into Charlie. Dave then lifted Charlie up and fucked him against the wall.

"ahh ahhh" Jaked moaned as his mind is insides are being rearranged by Dave's giant cock. He held him and gripped Dave's back as his ass is taking the beating of a lifetime. Dave took this as a sign to go harder as he sped up his pounding. After a few more thrusts, Dave moaned as pumps and pumps of cum comes out of his dick and into Jake. He placed him onto the bed as he fills Jake up, expanding his stomach with his cum. When Jake looked like he was full, Dave pulled out and continued to jizz all over Jake's body.

Covered in cum, Jake moaned as he tried to catch his breath "D-dave I think you went too hard! This place is a mess. . ."

Dave didn't respond and suddenly Jake felt his feet being wrapped in a warm embrace. "W-what" Jake muttered as he looked down, seeing his feet disappear into Dave's cock. "Dammit Dave!" Jake protested.

Dave smirked as he sucked Dave's legs into his cock slit. "I was gonna cock vore both of you guys but you will have to do for today! After you reform tell loverboy about it so I can fill up both my balls!"

Jake tried resisting but gave up as soon as he realizes the fucking he just had drained all of his energy, he gave up as his chest goes into Dave's cock. The world goes dark as his head is enveloped into Dave's monster cock leaving the shape of his body visible from the outside of Jake's cock. His cock sucked him into one of Dave's nuts. Jake rolls up in the fetal position as he gets comfortable in Dave's ball sack. Jake moaned as he felt the walls of his new home massaging him turning him into more spunk for Dave. On the outside, Dave was masterbating to help speed up the process. Jake felt his skin go white and soft as his body is broken down do sperm. As Dave stroke his cock, the condom that contained most of Charlie's mind fell out of Jake's pocket. Dave smirked as he picked Charlie up and wrapped his cock with Charli's condom body. Charlie moaned as he felt him being massaged by Dave's hand over Dave's cock. After a few more strokes, Jake has fully become conscious sperm. Jake then felt his new home pushing him out as his cum body exits Dave's cock and into Charlie's condom body. "Ahh ahhh" Dave moaned as he filled charlie up with Jake. Charlie felt like he was gonna pop when he was filled up to the size of a watermelon.

Dave carefully took charlie off and tied a knot so Jake won't spill out.

"Dammit Dave!" Jake thought as he made his body slosh inside Charlie.

"We HAVE to do this again!" Charlie begged.

Dave walked over and picked up Charlie filled with Jake.

"Well at least I didn't cum into drain this time" Dave teased as he tossed Charlie and Jake into his locker. "You should reform by the time your shift starts, see you later!" Dave said as he closed his locker door.

#object transformation #inanimate tf #object tf #inanimate transformation #condom tf #cock vore #unwilling prey #willing pred #sperm tf

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icallhimjoey · 1 year ago

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now you’re allowed to write again, this is a formal request for the smut pls 🤝🏼😌

okay so, im bringing back bet!joe for you, because part of your brand is privately requesting specific smut, so our double or nothing boy's back with a new bet! (lil tw: it's.... it's right there, in the request, 18+) Wordcount: 2.4K

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All The Aces

part one - part two - part three - part four - part five

“You’re wrong.”

He was wrong.

“Am I?” Joe smirked before he threw his head back to catch a handful of popcorn into his mouth.

“Izzy, please tell him he’s wrong.”

He was so, so wrong.

The flake of popcorn he then threw over that got stuck in your hair went vocally ignored – you just fished it out and threw it back, watched how Joe was chewing an open mouthful of his own, smugly smiling at your bad aim.

That flake landed on the floor about two feet away from him. Izzy picked it up as she walked past, already annoyed with the two of you before she’d even sat down.

Him visibly enjoying her disdain wasn’t exactly helping his case.

“Don’t get me involved in whatever you two do to get each other off.” Izzy commented as she sat down next to you to which you audibly gasped.

You were pressed into the corner of your sofa with a little bowl of crisps balanced on the side – your own one, because neither Joe or Izzy wanted any crisps. They wanted popcorn, so they got to share the big bowl.

With your flatmate slash best friend next to you, your legs pretty much filled out the entire sofa, leaving Joe sit by himself in the armchair and thus placing Izzy in between the two of you, right in line of your crossfire.

“We don’t–” you started, but the dropped jaw you’d had on show for a second too long had prompted Joe to chuck a whole handful of popcorn at you.

None actually made it into your mouth.

“I genuinely don’t need to hear about what does or doesn’t get you off.” Izzy raised her voice slightly as she looked at Joe, telling him off for throwing food. He immediately stopped his laughter and apologised by handing the bowl over to her before he sat back, giving you the opportunity to pick and drop all thrown flakes back into the bowl.

“Just, just take it from me that he’s– you’re wrong.” you urged, and Joe just laughed.

Izzy shook her head as she took a deep breath in through flared nostrils.

Joe took that to mean more than just sheer annoyance at being dragged into whatever childish fight you had going.

“Izzy knows what’s up,” Joe held up a hand, ready to high five her, absolutely willing her refusal to get into this argument with you as an agreement to him being right.

Which, he very much wasn’t.

Izzy ignored him though, left him hanging like a loser, which made you chuckle.

“Will you just, hear me out? Did you hear what he said just now?” you sat up a little, legs crossing in front of you as you turned to Izzy who was now finding whatever she said she wanted to watch on the TV, remote in hand, eyes trained on the screen.

“She did hear me, which is why she won’t.” Joe simply said, leaning back in his chair all relaxed, hands behind his head, legs crossing at the ankles as he placed them on the coffee table.

“No, but, listen. Joe said–”

“I don’t care what Joe said,” Izzy deadpanned. “These lovers quarrels ain’t it. I know you live here so I can’t just kick you out, but…” Izzy’s eyes flicked to Joe, which made him scoff in mock-shock before he let his face turn kind.

Sarcastically kind.

“No, she’s right. It’s okay. I’m wrong. I’m wrong. I’m just a man, and what do I really know, right? You know, besides the fact that you have like, a billion more nerve endings than we do, which arguably should mean I’m right, just by the science and biology of everything, but, fine. I’ll be wrong if that makes you feel better. I accept my defeat.”

As Joe finished his small monologue, you were both frowning at him - for different reasons.

You, because he was being a little shit.

Izzy, because she was slowly trying to puzzle together what the fuck he was on about.

She then slowly turned her head towards you, eyes squinted in thought, and you sighed as you looked at her. You pretended Joe wasn’t able to hear you when you said, “Maybe you should kick him out, I’m not–”

“It’s 8000.” She interrupted you sort of casually.

“What?”

“If you’re talking about what I think you’re talking about, it’s 8000 nerve endings for you,” Izzy nodded at you, and then turned to Joe to nod at him, “And 4000 for you.”

Joe raised his eyebrows in slight surprise as he smiled, reaching for another hand of popcorn with one hand whilst pointing the other at you.

“See? Double! That’s double the pleasure!”

“What do you mean, see? Like that proves you’re right?”

“Are you forgetting that we’re talking about something I am witness to? You can’t make such wild claims when I literally know how you–”

“Oh, my God. Stop!”

Izzy rapidly turned her head a few times between the two of you, trying to follow along, before she muted the TV and sat back a little.

“All right, I’m too invested now. What the fuck is the problem…”

“She said women don’t care for orgasms.”

“That’s not what I said, you– No, Izzy,” you had to laugh at the vile facial expression she gave you. “That’s not what I said! I said that for me–”

“No, no no. You said for women.” Joe was quick to correct you, wagging a complacent finger at you.

“Sure, yes. Fine. For women, sex isn’t just about the orgasm at the end. Like, that’s not the most important thing. It’s not all about that.”

Izzy’s face dropped as she blinked slowly, and you saw how Joe was studying her face as he did his very best to keep his own laughter inside of his body.

“Don’t you agree there’s so many other things–”

“Shh shh,” Joe held up a hand, “Let her think.”

You obliged with an eye roll.

Joe was wrong.

“I don’t…” Izzy seemed at a fucking loss. What the fuck was this conversation she’d just accepted herself into? It was bad enough that these were sometimes the type of discussions held within your group of friends, wild accusations thrown over a table that you all got far too passionate about. It was a whole other thing to have two of those said friends now together, as a couple, having the debate in Izzy’s living room where the issue was wholly personal and, worst of all, inescapable.

She sighed as she squeezed her eyes shut for a moment and pinched the bridge of her nose with her fingers.

“Sex isn’t just about the orgasm, right?” you tried, speaking softly, praying she’d at least sort of agree with you. You knew she did, but didn’t know if she’s vocalise it in the moment because you also understood she thought you and Joe were being fucking ridiculous.

She just wanted to watch her favourite show on TV.

Have a quiet night in.

And yet, here you were.

Talking about if orgasms mattered or not.

“Oh, then what is it about?” Joe couldn’t help spatting out as he went for another handful of popcorn from the bowl Izzy had now placed on the table in front of him.

“Um,” you sat up more, now borderline sitting on your knees and nearly knocking off the small bowl of crisps behind you, holding both hands up, ready to count on your fingers.

“Foreplay, intimacy, being close, feeling connected–” you saw Joe slump back into his seat, pushing his chin up as he sarcastically nodded at you with squinted eyes and a deep frown.

It was stupid how that made you laugh whilst you also tried your best at raising your voice to make sure he was hearing what you were saying. To convey you weren’t lying. Which, you truly weren’t!

You continued, “Doing a fun activity together, it’s like quality time, isn’t it?” you tried, nudging Izzy, but not waiting for an answer as you quickly carried on with, “The attention, being appreciated– giving appreciation! Learning about each other! All of these things go both ways, Joe, there’s just… there’s so many things.”

You looked at him a second whilst he seemed to think it over. Just when his facial expression seemed to give way with a raised eyebrow and a small cock to the side of his head, you sternly demanded, “Admit you’re wrong.” which was exactly the wrong thing to say.

“I’ll admit those things are nice, sure.”

Joe threw back his handful of popcorn and wiped his hands, giving himself a moment to think of how he was going to phrase what he was about to say.

You and Izzy waited expectantly, both sets of eyes on Joe who seemed far too relaxed for a single guy sat opposite two women, making wild claims that he somehow would know more about sex from a woman’s perspective than they would.

He truly did believe that to be the case, though.

So wrong.

“But, if we’re not crossing the finish line, what’s the point?”

“Did you not listen to the whole list of things I just gave you?”

“I’m not wrong.”

“You absolutely are wrong.”

“I’m not only not wrong. I am also, right.”

Izzy, who had been quiet for a bit, stared into the space in front of her as she suddenly loudly scoffed.

“He’s wrong right?” you pushed just slightly, desperately needing your best friend to be on your side for this one.

“Listen,” Izzy started, holding up a hand. “I’ve…” she faltered, and you made eye contact with Joe, a little panicked, a little confused.

What if she was going to tell you that you were wrong?

Oh no.

Best friend betrayal.

If Izzy disagreed with you, she could be an adult about it and pretend, just for the sake of it, that you were right and then tell you about her real feelings later, outside of Joe’s earshot.

Bros before hoes and all that.

“The finish line is important…”

Yes.

You smiled as smugly as you could and saw Joe’s slowly fade.

Izzy was a bro.

Yes.

You could just feel how she was about to side with you on this before she’d even said the words.

“But if it’s between all that she said and just, as you put it, crossing the finish line... she wins. She’s right.”

There.

End of discussion.

You didn’t cheer, or high five your best friend, or point at Joe to shriek at him that he was an idiot. You just accepted Izzy’s answer and gave a small shrug that quietly said, “See?”

Izzy reached for the remote she’d put down, unmuted the TV, and Joe watched as the two of you got comfortable on the sofa together. How you sat back and reached for snacks and laid the throw blankets across your laps just right.

It was a little suspicious how long he stayed quiet, but you knew it would only be a moment for him to try and argue his case once more.

There was no point, you knew, but you also knew Joe had an ego that was fragile, like all men had egos that were fragile.

Male egos couldn’t just take hits like this one, even if he was outnumbered.

You were chewing on a crisp when, from the corner of your eye, you saw Joe’s finger wag from left to right, pointing at the two of you before he spoke.

“You can’t actually be serious…”

“Oh yea.” Izzy didn’t even look at him as she answered, and it was hard to hide your smile. “So serious.”

“So, you’re saying…” Joe sat up, both elbows on his knees, whilst neither of you moved. “You’d rather have sex and not come–”

“Half the time, that’s just life,” Izzy complained, and you both laughed.

Joe didn’t.

Your moment of haha-men-suck that had its feet stuck in truths had you laughing louder when you saw how Joe definitely wasn’t in on the joke.

When Izzy saw, she snapped her head towards you and stage whispered, “Uh oh…” through her giggles.

Joe scooted forward even further and doubled down, “You would rather have sex and not orgasm, than have an orgasm? Is that what you are saying?”

He needed to hear you say it.

“Joe… please accept that you’re wrong and let it rest.” You were very much trying to be the bigger person, which was easy when your friend had just helped you win the argument.

But then Izzy grabbed hold of your arm as she looked at your boyfriend.

“Careful...” she warned alarmingly. “I’ve seen that face before.”

“Tell me you mean that. What I just said. Say that you would rather have sex without an orgasm than one with one...” Joe ignored Izzy, dark eyes locked right onto yours, facial expression made of stone.

“No, that’s not...” you sighed, looked at Izzy, said, “He doesn’t get it.”

“He doesn’t get it.” Izzy echoed.

You were still making fun, unable to stop your giggles.

“Say what you mean, then.” Joe was still leant forward, was still staring you down, all serious and urgent.

“Can we just watch TV now, please?” Izzy interupted, increasing the volume of the TV slightly.

Joe didn’t falter in this weird staring contest he’d started, one you weren’t participating in.

You looked down at your bowl of crisps as you fished out another one.

You bit it in half and saw how Joe grew a little impatient as his eyes followed your hand as you fed yourself.

Then, you finally answered, “Sex isn’t about the orgasm.” And Joe immediately clapped his hands together loudly, making both you and Izzy jump slightly. He seemed incredibly pleased as he sat back in the armchair, rubbing his hands together before he pointed a quick finger at you.

“I’m going to prove you wrong.”

A startled laugh escaped you as you and Izzy shared a look.

“All right, good luck mate.”

This time, it was Joe’s turn to scoff, and that smug little smile from before made its return.

“Won’t need it. You just wait.”

You looked at each other for a moment, and you didn’t trust his confident bearing one bit, but were too stubborn to let your own satisfied smile fade.

“Fine.” you said challengingly.

Joe was wrong.

“Fine.” Joe copied.

So wrong.

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princessbrunette · 2 years ago

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toxic! rafe getting annoyed w reader bc shes going out wearing her mini skirt baby pink but thats her favorite ;(

he can control whatever he likes but he is not taking my mini skirts from me. he’ll have to kill me first

you try n sneak past where he’s sat to go to the front door but rafe has like, a sixth sense for these kinds of things so he’s up like a rocket following you into the hallway !

“hey, hey,” he’s grabbing your arm and turning you around, holding you still when you squirm. “the fuck are you goin’? dressed like that?” he squints, holding you at shoulder length so he can eye you up.

“im going out with the girls.” you respond bashfully, knowing you’ve been caught. he shakes his head and opens his mouth to speak but you get there first. “i love this skirt rafe, please — i just got it.” you bargain and he’s already shaking his head.

“i know— i know you like the skirt, sweetheart but you’re just…” he sighs, letting go of you. “you know every guy is gonna be lookin’ at your ass right? you’re aware?” he holds his arms out exasperatedly.

“why does it matter? i’m not gonna be looking at them.” you pout, trying to tug your skirt down a little to make it seem longer, which he notices, licking his lips and holding his arm out to your skirt in gesture.

“its tiny! s’a piece of fuckin’ fabric, can’t even keep it up when you’re standin’ still.” he argues. “this is the shit you wear around the house. with me— a’ight? not infront of some random assholes who are gonna be tryna catch a peek all night, okay— you think i don’t know how guys brains work?” he taps the side of his head, squinting. “i’ve been single before, okay i’ve been that guy.”

“rafe, it’s just a skirt.” you pout, sulking at the mention of him before he met you. “please?” you bat your lashes, hoping it’ll work. he runs his tongue along his lip, staring away as he shakes his head before turning back to you.

“alright.” he moves past you, grabbing his keys out the bowl and sauntering towards the front door. “you can wear it. but i’m coming.”

“… rafe it’s a girls night. they’ll be mad.” you argue quietly, and he turns to face you from the front door, scratching behind his head.

“i don’t give a shit, how they feel about it baby. it’s the skirt or me.” he shrugs, leaning on the door as he waits for an answer. you stare him down, letting out a long sigh and he speaks again. “probably gonna end up driving you home like i’m a goddamn taxi later on, so i might aswell come now, right?”

“… fine.” you roll your eyes, shuffling towards him.

“there you go. we’ll have fun, won’t we?”

#anon #rafe cameron prompt

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winterbuckwild · 19 days ago

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🍳 - Breakfast in bed

So this one didnt have a pairing and since you submitted another one I figured it was probably a mistake but I picked one anyway....

“In my defence…” Clint paused

“…go on, im dying to hear this.”

“I didn't actually have a reason, no one usually lets me get that far.” it was statements like that that made Bucky want to destroy everyone that had ever dismissed this wonderful man that lit up his life and annoyed the shit out of him in equal measure.

Bucky could see exactly what had happened. Clint was actually a great cook when he was focused, and his pancakes were nothing short of a religious experience on a good day.

Unfortunately it appear that Clint hadn't finished his pot of coffee before starting on breakfast, because the pancakes looked like a charred mess, the microwave was missing a door, there were three trick arrows on the counter top in various states of undress and his boyfriend was holding a pan with the remnants of the glass coffee pot that had woken Bucky in the first place.

“I love you.” Bucky said, pressing a short, soft kiss on the archers forehead. “I'm going back to bed.”

He had a complicated relationship with sleep at the best of times, but his relationship with their huge, soft bed was not that complicated. He stretched out and closed his eyes, not sleeping but just listening to the crashing and banging from the kitchen that was Clint.

The radio turned on to Clints favourite revolving playlist and the coffee maker burbled away, probably with either a new pot or a tupperwear bowl under it. Lucky's collar tinkling against the side of his ceramic bowl as he ate his own breakfast.

The familiar sounds of the apartment sent him into a light doze where time got all bendy, but he could still hear the blondes quiet cursing as he burnt himself against the pan. Again.

He didnt miss when the bedroom door opened and a big golden shape wagged his way into the room. The retriever had taken to living with two assassin's well and waited for his invitation onto the bed before he jumped up and lay with his head on Buckys stomach ready for his love.

Clint looked much more awake carrying a tray into the bedroom piled with two coffee cups, two glasses of juice and two plates piled high (one much higher than the other) of pancakes, bacon and syrup with strawberries surrounding the golden stacks.

“Got there “ He beamed proudly and waited until Bucky shoved himself up in bed before slotting the tray over his legs and Luckys golden head.

He dropped a kiss on his forhead and turned to leave. Bucky snagged the back of his pants with his metal arm.

“Food first.” He plucked a strawberry off one of the plates. “Then i'll help fix whatever is going on out there.”

“Oh thank god.” Clint picked up a plate and a cup and sat cross legged at the end of the bed so as not to disturb the dog.

Bucky didn't want to know what that statement meant and what sort of carnage he was going to be walking into, but it was fine. Guaranteed he had seen worse.

#winterhawk #bucky barnes #clint barton #pizza dog #my writing #prompt fic

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luffsdolly · 2 months ago

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candied fruits

otherwise known as tanghulu ೀ⋆｡🌷 part one

pairing: non-mc x frat!caleb x nerd!zayne [uni au]

a/n: this will be a slowww burn so,, be prepared! anyways, featuring my two favourite LIs (՞_ ̫ _՞)ᐝ i know the pairing sounds veryyy stereotypical but trust me it may be cliche but personally i love a good collage au,, hopefully i’ll make this one good enough! as always i loveee getting requests/inbox messages so just yk, interact with me! i’m an attention whore!! anyways enjoy xx

### Tanghulu Steps

1. Prep Fruit: Wash apples and pears. Cut and a kewer them.

2. Make Syrup: Boil 1 cup sugar and 1/2 cup water until golden.

3. Dip Skewers: Coat fruit skewers in syrup.

4. Cool: Let them harden on parchment paper.

you sigh at the ‘recipe’ tara just sent her, it’s really not like you don’t know how to make tanghulu, it’s just, it’s annoying, and unnecessary; why coat fruits in sugar when you can just eat them? it only makes the fruits unhealthy.

“come on! it’s fun, and it sweetens the fruit” tara beams, already shoving the apples and pears that has been neglected in the fridge for too long, into the bowl of water, apparently she’s washing them.

“tara i love you but, we can just give out these fruits to our other dorm mates, we don’t have to finish them ourselves”

“but all of us got a fruit basket when we got here, im sure no one needs more” tara takes the fruits out, pouring the water into the sink, “but we can give out tanghulu, im sure we’ll make more friends through that!”

the smile on tara’s face convinces you to start measuring out sugar and pouring it into a pot, accurately adding in exactly 1/2 cups of water,

“oh gosh this isn’t titration! there’s no need to be so exact” tara giggles,

“don’t cut your hand dummy” you shake your head, mirroring her laugh. hopefully the sugar won’t burn.

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as the sugar coating cools down, you’re finally assured that somehow, there were no accidents during the process-

until an alarm goes off

“what the hells that for?” alarmed by the alarm, you check the fire, it’s off, so what’s that?

“crap!” fear or shock or helplessness, plasters over tara’s face, “welcoming party! we forgot!”

letting out a relieved sigh you’re almost ready to bite off tara’s head for scaring you again “it’s literally not until next week—”

“yea and they changed it!

“you weren’t here when they informed us dorm by dorm, im so sorry! but— i set that alarm to prevent us forgetting!! we still have, i think, two hours to prep!!”

two hours is enough, for thank god tara had set that alarm. immediately abandoning the tanghulu that you two rendered and are now cooling in the fridge, hastily the dorm becomes a dressing room.

you’re lying if you say you don’t want to make a good first impression, afterall this is collage, and poor girl has been in an all-girls catholic highschool, no way in hell are you passing an opportunity to dress to impress, and you liked pampering up anyways.

two hours passes by real quick, you wish lecture time will pass by this quick, and before you know it, without your better judgment, you’re dressed nicely in the activity room with tara, who’s carrying damned tanghulu with her, insisting that people will like it and the fridge apparently is not connected yet, and you simply cannot let the sugar melt right?

yea but you feel like an idiot

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“hi girls! you’ve brought … candied fruit? is it?” some guy who looks slightly less socially awkward takes the tray from tara’s hands, “i assume they’re for the party?”

to which you just politely nod and let tara talk, she rambles a bit but that’s part of her charm, you just smile, silently waiting for the guy to introduce himself so you get to too

“oh right, dorm fridges suck,” the guy laughs “i’m gideon by the way, im in year two and im responsible for today’s welcoming party, thank you two for making these” he does a gang sign? or whatever that hand gesture was, before he just walks away, before you even get to say something, well guess he’s a busy man afterall.

“it’s mostly year ones here” you look over the crowd, and you think it’s quite easy to spot who’s from what year, judging by how the people dress. seniors don’t seem to put in as much effort.

“yea fair enough, it’s a welcoming party afterall,” tara shrugs a bit, then smiles and nudges your arm lightly “gideon was cute wasn’t he? i hope he remembers me”

“yea totally, he’s probably gonna … give you the code name tanghulu girl” you chuckle, tapping her nose affectionately, seriously this girl fantasies over anyone

“oh that’s a great code name, i love it” tara’s already in her little own world, it’d be cruel to crush her dreams that gideon is… very much talking to everyone who’s bringing food, from your five seconds observation.

“let’s … walk around, i’m kind of hungry” you drag tara across the crowd of year ones, making your way to the food and beverage area, silently judging why gideon, or anyone, would think that allowing alcohol in a university party with people barely of legal age, is a good idea.

picking up a cute looking piece of cookie, barely appreciating the patterns on it, you take a bite, “holy shit it tastes ass” you shoot a disgusted look at which tara giggles, not really noticing the girl glaring at you from not-so-far-away, until the girls friend take a cookie and compliments how the girl made it really good.

yea no you’re not going to stay near someone whose food you just shitted on, “right tara gimme a sec i’m just gonna walk around..” shoving through the crowd and making your way to a more isolated area, gosh crowded places really isn’t your thing.

a familiar guy stands by the edge of the bar-looking station, there’s where least people crowded around.

he calls your name, making you shoot you head up to meet his gaze, for a moment, just a brief moment, you can’t make out his name.

“zayne?”

it’s been far too long since you last saw him, it was at least ten years ago before zayne moved away from linkon with his family, it’s a pleasant surprise that he goes to the same uni as you

“i thought you were a smartass, how’s you end up in the same collage as me?” walking up to him, you lean against the wall beside him

“i’d say this is a pretty good uni, the best one in skyhaven, actually,” he answers in an as-a-matter-of-fact tone, you quick up an eyebrow, did you accidentally offend him or is he just built like that?

“yea i know, i was just joking y’know”

“well i never thought i was smarter than you, maybe that’s why i didn’t get the joke”

awkward silence, are you supposed to thank him or, laugh? what reaction did he expect.

“well i’m happy you’re right, now we’re in the same uni, or else, i might just never have the chance to see you again” and that’s true, you didn’t really had the opportunity to leave a contact method back then, just kids with home telephone numbers that you didn’t remember.

“me too, it’s a pleasant surprise.”

you smile, appreciating the pleasant silence opposing to the noisy crowd. you look over the crowd, seeing tara laughing with … gideon, wonderful, you dont have to go back to keep her company then.

“that’s your friend?” zayne looks towards the direction your gaze lingered seconds ago, “the one who’s short haired and… short?”

“oh boy don’t let her hear that” you laugh, but you can’t blame zayne, tara has her back facing you two, “but yea, she’s my best friend”

“nice, my best friend also goes here”

“oh is he here?” you notice how you assumed it’s a he immediately after you said it, but you’re right anyways so it’s fine.

“he’s a year two, so he’s not here”

“ohh, fair enough, how do you know him then?”

“we’re neighbours” zayne straightens his posture “let’s grab a drink?”

yea it’s a great idea to include drinks at a party like this

“sure”

ೀ⋆｡🌷by @luffsdolly, do not copy/translate without credits or consent

omgggg it’s kind of ass but i promise it’ll be better when the plot starts to plot (trust), i hope you somehow liked it anyway 🥲🥲

be sure to leave comments / messages if you liked it or have suggestions for me!! i really appreciate feedback and it’ll motivate me a lot if you do <33

i’ll work hard to post the next part asap 🪿

lots of love !! xoxo

luffie

#love and deepspace #lads non mc #lads caleb #lads zayne #lads fanfic #lads #lads frat!caleb #lads nerd!zayne #luffsdolly

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elliezlils11utt · 2 months ago

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♡SWEETHEART ♡

pt 1, pt 2 (reading), pt 3, pt 4, epilogue

summary: After Ellie invites herself for your playoff party things don’t go according to plan when Abby doesn’t show up. can you keep your control in front of Ellie by yourself? how about during a unexpected game of spin the bottle?

pairings: masc basketball player!reader x basketball player!ellie.

contents: enemies to lovers, slow burn, Abby and Dina cameo!!, high school Au, alcohol use, drug use, drinking games, average high school party shit, low key kinda sexual tension. not proof read bc its 1:00 am.

W/C: 2.3k?

You walk into Dina's nice ass house, now covered with colorful streamers. You and Abby had created a plan to completely toy with Ellie the entire night. This was supposed to be the Wolves playoff party. And oh did you plan to make that clear. She can come tonight, bring her friends, whatever girl is hooked to her arm this time, heck she can bring her entire team. But you were going to make sure she’s in the shadow tonight, not you. No one will even know she's there tonight and you can guarantee it.

“Oh god Y/N, please tell me you brought booze.” Dina rushes up to you, holding your shoulders tight making you jolt a bit as she speaks.

You hold up the two packs of beer you bought just before you came.

“Your knight in shining armor is here.” You smirk when she kisses your cheek.

“Thank you, thank you, thank you!! I had to get a new fake I.D by a new dude… Never been kicked out of a store so fast..”

You follow her into the kitchen, placing the beer onto the island, and spinning around so you're leaning on it.

“Hey, how come Ellie doesn’t know your address? I thought you guys were like horny for each other?”

“I used to live right next to her. I moved when I came here last year, remember? She hasn’t been over since.” She sets up bowls of snacks that will definitely be forgotten once the party starts. “And how would you even know that?” She completely turns to face you now.

“She’s coming tonight.”

“What?”

You shrug your shoulders. Your best friend stares at you for a second, confusion written all over her face. “You know what, I'm not even going to ask.” She shakes her head and continues setting up for the party. You help her finish up before people start heading over, tapping the keg, helping her hang the banners and shit

When the party is in full swing, people high as shit, jumping off things, and making out in corners you start to worry. Abby still isn't here and Ellie is sure to come anytime soon. I mean normally she wouldn't talk to you, but now after the DM you weren't completely sure. You also were not completely sure how long you had been hiding out in the bathroom either because when you step out there is throw up on the wall, and someone on a cardboard box sliding down the stairs.You avoid the crowd of people and make your way downstairs. As soon as your feet land on the last step, a girl you could swear you've never met is stuck by your side. She claims you guys are dating and honestly you're too tired to even try to remember her name. And she might be too fucked up to remeber it. God, drunk people are annoying when you're sober. She's pretty? So a win is a win. Hey, maybe that's your problem. You're at your own playoff party and you're sober. You turn to the girl hooked to your arm.

“I'm getting a drink, I'll be back.” you whisper shout to her over the music. You had no intention of going back to her. Before you pour your first drink of the night, you shoot abby a text.

“wya?”

“eta?”

“are you coming?”

“im freaking out over here anderson.”

“pls come.”

Or maybe a couple… Then a couple drinks. And maybe a few hits of the blunt they were passing around. But look, you're not thinking about Wiliams anymore. She's not even here. So now you've joined the crowd. You're the one attempting flips off of tables, you're the one hogging the keg. And look! Now you did go find that girl from earlier! Called her the wrong name, and she poured a beer over your head, but at least you tried! Right? So now you're in the living room, red solo cup in hand, swaying with a different girl to the loud thumping of the music, or your head? You can’t actually tell. You whisper the same shit you did to the other girl, this time slurring your words a lot more. You slip away from her, pushing past the crowed of fucked up teens. On your way to the kitchen you bump into someone.

“Watch it.” A shorter brunette warns when you bump shoulders as if it isn’t a packed fucking party.

“Bitch” you mumble under your breath, looking back at the girl you see a Jackson jersey? You shut your eyes right where you were standing, trying to sober up to remember Ellies jersey number. 12? Fuck uh, 17? 14. Her jersey number is 14. When you open your eyes, and search for the girl, she's gone. Maybe it is time to sober up. Party’s just starting.

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When you finally get a good look at her she’s in the middle of a beer pong match, her green jersey sticking out in the crowd. The plan is still the same. Abby may not be here, and she will definitely be getting an earful from you for that, but right now you need to lock the fuck in.

“I call next.” You say to the girl across the table from her. As you speak your eyes never leave ellie. When her head lifts she meets your eyes for the first time. She doesn't say anything, no, her smirk says it all. It's quick, and honestly kinda hot. But she quickly returns to her match, bouncing the ping pong ball right into the cup, winning the game.

“y/n, thanks for the invite.” Her voice is loud, yet you can barely hear her over the chaos. At least you hope you misheard her, because what invite? More than that, you're just grateful she spoke first. If she didn’t you think the entire game would've been played in silence.

“Yeah, no problem. Nice to see you” Play along, play along, play along, play along, play along. You refill the cups on your side while she does the other. Is it just you or does this feel awkward? Maybe you shouldn't have done this. God, where's Abby? The two of you go back and forth with the ping pong balls. No words exchanged anymore, just extreme eye contact as you chug the beer from the cup when one of the two of you makes it. Her gaze is challenging, makes you feel like you're on fire. Her green eyes flash different colors under the lights of the party. And somehow, somewhere along the way, the entire fucking party became your audince. Remember how Dina can make everyone forget about school rivalries at parties? Well you may or may not have completely fucked that up, beacuse now you and Ellie are mascots for your schools. The two most popular mascs playing each other in beer pong separated the party in half. You’d think that this was a beer pong game of life or death because of how serious the party was taking it.

“Looks like we’ve got an audience.” Ellie mumbles to you, her smirk only growing larger as she prepares for her throw. Of course as her ping pong ball falls into your cup, her side of the party hollars way louder than needed. Slowly, not faltering from your eye contact, you pick up the solo cup. You hold it to your lips and throw it down your throat. The liquid burns, your throat aches feeling like it's burning. You crush the cup on your head and throw it to your side of the crowd.

“Might as well put on a show huh?”

You're not wrong, if you have an audience why not give them something to watch? Maybe instead of making her invisible you can make yourself better. At this point the both of you only have two cups left each. You throw, you miss. She throws, makes it. You throw, you make it. If she makes this next shot it's over for you. The whole point of this was just to speak to her, get in her head, maybe freak her out before the game. Now you have the entirety of the party watching you, watching her beat you to be more clear. You wanted people to see you as better than her, finally step out of her shadow, this is fucking embarrassing. Ellie cocks her hand back, veiny fingers throwing the ball so delicately. The entire house fell silent, the only sound being the ball hitting the table.

“What the fuck is going on here?” Dinas voice breaks everyone out of their trance. The ball rolls to the floor.

She missed.

She actually fucking missed.

“Can we not go one night without this dumb basketball rivalry? Everyone, upstairs. Now.”

The crowd mumbles and whines, clearly disappointed the game was put to a pause. You on the other hand were fucking estastic. Slowly the crowd dispersed. A small group of people followed the drama upstairs. As you walk up the stairs you feel Ellie's eyes burning into the back of your skull. Her gaze is so fucking specific it couldnt be anyone else. Your body shudders.

Dina set up a circle of people. A bottle set in the middle.

“Anyone up for some spin the bottle?” She giggles with a smile of her own plastered onto her face. She's wrecked.

You watch Ellie step up from behind you, ignoring your presence again, she plops herself next to dina. God, she’s such a fucking asshole. With the pounding of your head you seat yourself between two girls opposite of Ellie and Dina. Ellies eye’s find yours as you sit down.

“Oh, if she's playing I'm out.” Ellie mumbles loud enough for the entire room to hear. Every girl in the circle groans at her withdrawal.

Theres no fucking way.

“What the fuck is your problem with me?” You stand up. The liquor completely took over your body at this point, no thoughts in your head could stop your mouth from moving. Ellie stands up too.

“My problem with you? What's your problem with me?” She's standing too now, meeting you in the middle of the circle. Her speech is slightly slurred. Her eyes are icey, she looks at you through hooded lids. And just as quickly as it started, it was broken up by Dina.

“What the fuck did I just say? Cut it out you two.” Dinas hand is placed on your chest, pushing you away from ellie. With rolled eyes you both return to your seats. The game starts, it's just a blur or teens making out in front of everyone. You're too focused on Ellie to care about anything else right now. You didn’t have a problem with her. I mean you didn’t. Not until now. What was she talking about? When it’s Ellie’s turn she lands on one of her fans, a girl who only joined the game for the opportunity to kiss her. Its fucking gross, watching so many girls fall at her feet just for her to be the bitchest girl. The two of them crawl to the middle of the circle. Lips meeting for a messy kiss. Gross.

“C’mon, you gotta go y/n!” Dina attempts to convince you to spin the bottle.

“I'm good, really!”

Your look at Ellie, she's fiddling with her ear. She looks up at you, only something you could see. No words again, just a slight nod in the bottles direction. Her eyes flicker from the bottle to your eyes. What the fuck is wrong with this girl? As your hands meet the empty vodka glass you watch the girls in the room straighten their backs, you swear you see one of the girls reapply her lipstick. The glass leaves your fingers and spins on the carpet floor. You don’t care who it lands on as long as it’s not her. The bottle slows directly across from you, landing on none other than Ellie Williams. The crowd whistles, some turn to each other and murmur. Dina is the one to start holloring. Your cheeks heat up, but It’s just the alcohol. There is no way that you are about to kiss Williams. The girl you've been competing against in every way since middle school? It wouldn’t mean anything to her. Or you…(?) Ellie’s the first to move, she acts like it's nothing. It probably is to her. And it should be for you to.The both of you are always kissing girls. It’s not anything different. She shuffles closer to the circle. You feel your heart in your chest, it’s just the alcohol. You move up, your ears buzzing. It’s just the alcohol. You're close enough to kiss, you should just end it now. Call it a day, kiss her, move on with your life. But you know that Ellie is a performer. You don't want to end it early, just for that reason. You think it's for that reason. Her cologne mixes with the smell of alcohol on her, you smell it on her skin. The party is going fucking insane for the two of you.

“Looks like we have an audience..” You repeat her words back to her, whispering into her lips.

“Why not give em a show, hm?” She hums back.

When your lips meet your mind goes foggy. She tugs playfully at the skin of your bottom lip. Your body is so warm. But it has to just be the alcohol. Please god say it's just the alcohol.

“What. The. Fuck.” A familiar voice speaks, a voice you've been looking for all night.

Abby stands at the doorway, red solo cup in hand, and her jaw dropped.

Welp. so much for the plan…

A/N: i deleted social media so i have nothing better to do then write. 🔥🔥‼️‼️ this series is lowkey a flop. we thug.

🏷️ @ssijht @bready101 (i deleted the og fic without saving the tag list im so so sorry if your not tagged.!!)

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the-s1lly-corner · 2 years ago

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hello hello!! can i request a jax x reader who is ballerina?? i feel like i'm addicted to this kind of dynamic, gives me avril lavigne's skater boy vibes!!

🌻 anon!!

Jax x ballerina!reader

imma be so real i know next to nothing about ballerina stuff, all i know is the outfits and dancing and all that so bare with me SOBS this one is on the shorter side i hope thats alright </3

he throws a bowling ball at you while you're practicing/j

im sorry i think its funny that he just THREW the ball at kinger i cant get over it but like, also, how?? strong is he?? do they all have similar strength where they can just *do* that sort of thing or is jax just strong, granted idk how heavy bowling balls are or if there's such a thing as weight in the digital world

tangent aside and out of my system for a joke that probably won't land: if your digital body also looks like a ballerina and you happen to have a tutu or any sort of frilling just know that hes going to smack it, poof it, whatever, hes going to fiddle with it just to annoy you or get your attention

while i think he would be more likely to keep his whole "being an asshole and nuisance" thing a one man act, i feel he would probably ask for you to help him with something

be it working as a distraction or as a part of the shenanigan itself

he likes watching you practice in your spare time, before things like this wouldn't interest him but you got him hooked on you and you alone

do not ask him to dance with you, in general. i feel like he would immediately pass

new hc that jax cant dance for SHIT!!!

sometimes he'll listen if you start talking about your experience and training in ballet, actually he's kind of impressed because it sounds like something that requires years of dedication and focus

hey hes an asshole but i think hes still capable of giving people credit where credit is due

#tadc x you #tadc x reader #tadc imagine #jax x reader #jax x you #jax imagine #the amazing digital circus x reader #digital circus x reader

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phyllocnistis · 3 months ago

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rye 🌾

butch4butch

pastry chef and head chef get into it and head chef reminds her who's in charge.

this one's shorter than my last few but i think im gonna do some longer stuff next !

"table 13 up!"

tatum's voice rang out over the sounds of dishwaters whirring, knives chopping, doors slamming, pans frying, waitresses chattering. no one seemed to pay them mind, other than a server who ran back and forth, asking for the forgotten sauce for table 8. the kitchen was in full motion at this moment, the height of the dinner rush. a few months ago, this would have put them in the so deep in the weeds, they probably wouldn't have gotten out till 2 am. but now, with tatum here? the place ran like a well oiled machine.

of course, there were others to thank. ricky, the dishwasher, toiled over near-boiling water and steamed dishes, churning them out just as fast as they came in. cora, the sous chef, adapted well, taking on whatever tasks where given to her eagerly. sondra, the prep cook, was always watching from behind her steel table, chopping or mixing away at whatever was on her list. and then, there was lua, the pastry chef. not always here at night, typically coming in earlier and leaving before dinner, she'd been spending a considerable amount of shifts staying late, just to work a little with tatum.

tatum was the new head chef, hired in from out of state. while initially only here to fill a gap while the company found a permanent chef, tatum organized the kitchen and presented such impressive food and work ethic that the owners had offered them a full time position, one they hesitated on for a few days. finally though, with some convincing, they were the new head chef at "Rye," a made-from-scratch restaurant that prided itself on whole, natural ingredients.

lua enjoyed watching them. a walkway separated lua's table from tatum's stovetop, the two facing each other often. it had been the first little smirk that did it. lua hadn't been able to stop staring at them since her shift started, eyes locked on the sweaty arms that lifted heavy pots and plated food beautifully. tatum's hair was short, buzzed close to the head, and a septum ring that looked like barbed wire dangled from their nose. they were older than most in the kitchen, probably in their late 30s or early 40s. their eyes were deep set and they had a sharp jawline and an even sharper wit. catching lua staring, they asked loudly over kitchen noises,

"can i help you, wonderbread?"

it took a moment for lua to catch up but when she did, she was stunned; huffing out a sigh and mouth agape, she shook her head, trying to come up with a better remark.

"nah, i don't think you could! thanks though," she smirked, giving a sympathetic look before turning back to her bowl of dough.

it was playful kitchen banter, that's all! still, lua wondered if she had fucked up by back talking the new boss. it's not like she believed it either. she was sure tatum could bake, but the treatment she'd received as a baker from other chefs had always annoyed her.

for tatum's part, they could bake, but not very well. realistically, they knew they couldn't help that much, and that lua was right. even so, they didn't appreciate her pointing it out in front of every one.

they did appreciate how she looked when she did it, though. they loved other butches and lua ticked all the right boxes for them. as she turned back to her mixer, tatum watched as she hauled the heavy mixing bowl onto a cart and turned, pushing the cart towards the back of the kitchen.

her sleeves were rolled up to her elbows and she moved purposely, on a mission.

tatum couldn't help it, the curiosity got the better of them. who was this person to back talk them like that?

they took their gloves off and trashed them, following lua as she walked past coolers and hot boxes.

lua tried not to think about what she had said, growing nervous tatum would reprimand her. she tried to clear her thoughts, but was unable to shake the feeling.

finally, she reached one of the large metal boxes at the back of the room, one tatum had seen but never actually used. they leaned against the wall casually and stared as lua unloaded the dough from the cart and placed it into the box. ah, a dough proofer.

as lua turned around to walk back to her station, she jumped, startled by tatum's sudden appearance.

"shit! you scared me!" she blushed and looked towards the floor, trying not to make eye contact.

"oh, yeah? just wanted to see where you were going with all that dough."

lua's eyebrows furrowed and she finally looked at tatum, arms crossed, and fought back nervousness to ask,

"what, are you like obsessed with me now?"

lua smirked before throwing a towel over her shoulder and stepping forward to pass tatum.

tatum wasn't obsessed with lua, they were just getting fed up with this "know-it-all" attitude and figured she just needed someone to put her in her place. they stepped in front of lua's path, blocking the walkway with their large frame. staring down at her, they crossed their arms to look imposing and said smugly,

"my office, now."

lua was scared. so many thoughts raced through her mind. had she gone too far? misread the situation? was she getting fired? she turned, tail tucked, and walked out of the kitchen and down the hallway that lead to tatum's office. tatum did not follow immediately behind, instead taking a moment to check on the rest of the kitchen, leaving lua to stew in her thoughts..

lua sat on the hard leather chair in front of tatum's desk and took in the space. it hasn't been long enough for them to truly decorate, but a few photos hung on the wall and some knick knacks sat scattered on their desk. lua could feel her palms beginning to sweat as the anticipation dug into her, unsure of her fate. she’d worked here for so long, been so excited to put it on her resume. was she really gonna let some beefcake like tatum ruin her? she let the thought wander a little too far and before she knew it, she was fantasizing about their chest and arms. she wished tatum would ruin her.

finally, the door to the office slowly creaked open and tatum's head poked through. their body followed and they strode inside, the door’s lock clicking behind them. sitting down behind their desk, tatum stared at lua with unwavering eyes. their hands sat clasped on their stomach as they leaned back, thinking of what they should do.

fuck, they thought, now is my chance.

she looked so good right now, sitting there with her hat off and hair fussy, clearly nervous. her coat was unbuttoned slightly at the top, not technically dress code, but tatum didn’t give a shit. lua’s collarbones and cleavage peeked out and tatum couldn’t help but stare.

“hello?”

lua’s voice shook tatum back to reality, reminding them they were supposed to be reprimanding her. clearing their throat, tatum narrowed their eyes and leaned into their desk, drinking up the sight of lua.

“don’t you know the rules about workplace bullying?” they said, trying to sound stern.

lua scoffed, looking around the room before replying.

“that? you think that was workplace bullying?” she asked, chuckling a little bit as she relaxed in her chair.

tatum stood and walked in front of the desk. both lua and tatum had their arms crossed, staring up and down and one another waiting for someone to make a move. tatum was as cool as a cucumber but before long, lua grew too anxious waiting and found the courage to stand up, knocking her chair back a little as she did. now, the two stood with mere inches between their faces.

“what are you going to do about it?” her voice shook more than she meant for it to, but the words came out nonetheless.

this just about did it for tatum. they hated being undermined, especially if it was from a sexy butch coworker.. without thinking, their hand shot up to lua’s neck, thumb and index fingers pressed against her jawline. her eyes lit up as she stared back at tatum, desperate for them.  “wow,” she gasped, “i didn’t think you had it in you.”

tatum exploded, excited to show lua exactly how much they had it in them. they pushed her down face first onto the desk, her hands catching her before she fell. with one hand holding her head down, tatum’s other hand pulled at her pants, desperately trying to get them over lua’s curves. once they did, they found boxer briefs that hugged her beautifully. lua whimpered as tatum’s hand explored her, rubbing her ass and feeling her thighs, playing with the seams of her underwear but never explicitly touching her. they let go of her hair and pulled her coat off, revealing a form fitting tank top. with force, tatum flipped her over and hauled her onto the desk and pulled off her briefs to reveal a dripping, hairy pussy. tatum dropped to their knees and pushed lua’s leg onto the desk, staring up at her, ready to prove her wrong.

lua’s head rolled back and she began to moan as tatum’s tongue circled her throbbing cunt. before she could make too much noise however, tatum’s fingers dug into her thighs leaving dark red scratch marks. this stunted her moans.

they ate ravenously, slurping up every bit of her as they could, gnawing at her thighs as she squirmed. unable to contain herself, lua pulled her tank top down and revealed massive, bouncing tits; a sight that almost made tatum cum on sight. the black tank top squeezed her breasts together in a way that made them look extra succulent. tatum stared up at her with their tongue buried in her cunt and couldn’t take it anymore. they stood up abruptly and began unbuckling their belt. like the good slut lua was proving to be, she dropped to her knees this time to help, mouth open, tongue out and ready to take all of them. the moment tatum unbuckled their belt, lua was pulling at their own briefs this time. hungrily and with wide eyes, lua stared down tatum’s rock hard cock, slick with precum, before shoving it down her throat. tatum had to stifle their moans this time. the sight of lua’s tits under their throbbing dick reminded them why they were here; lua needed punishing.

yanking her up by her hair, tatum bent lua back over this table, spreading her legs with theirs. with a deep breath from both of them, they pushed the tip of their cock in and shoved hard, pressing her in between them and the desk. lua loved it, her pussy throbbing and clenching around tatum. suddenly, their hands pressed against her face and fingers slipped into her mouth, using her face as an anchor as they pounded their cock into her even harder. lua felt the cold wood of the desk press against her hard nipples and the feeling of tatum’s cock so deep inside her, she began to shake, orgasm taking hold of her body. tatum saw in the reflection of the computer lua’s tit’s bouncing as they slammed into her, each thrust hitting the perfect spot, and without warning, tatum felt the pressure of come rising through their veiny cock. with a final thrust and moan, tatum let lua fall onto the desk, cum leaking from her hairy cunt as she lay there, legs shaking.

“i think that probably helped enough, don’t you think?” tatum asked smugly, staring at the destroyed mess they were leaving behind. pulling their pants up and smushing their now soft cock into their briefs, they turned back to face lua before walking out of the office.

“you should get back to work soon.”

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sadie-bug345 · 1 year ago

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gang as after school snacks🫵🫶

i main oreos and milk ANYDAY OF THE WEEK🧍‍♀️👹❤️

ponyboy:

prob apples or sum shit😭

like something kinda random but also reasonable

ngl apples and peanut butter HIT sometimes

so he’s real for that

6/10 also gives pudding cup guy

johnny:

either doesn’t have anything as an after school snack

#neglected

in all seriousness i feel so incredibly bad for johnny and his home life

OR he makes like a whole meal

no in between

like he’ll come home and just put together a whole sandwich, juice, apple, the whole thing

5/10 i’m sorry😭

sodapop:

just has a can of coke or smth

this is not a joke on his name but it does go very well with it

but i think he just THRIVES off caffeinated sodas

comes home and cracks open a dr pepper, pepsi, whatever

thats enough to fuel him thru the rest of the day

also when he’s had a bad day he’ll just sit in his and pony’s room in the dark and sip his soda ominously LMAOOO

8/10 my mom does this

darry:

yoghurt and granola typa guy

probably calls granola “cereal”

ily darry but this is unacceptable 🫶🥰

he def pressures pony and soda to have healthy snacks which pony listens to but soda…well we know what soda does💀

everyone makes fun of him for his taste but he gets so pressed so fast (trust me he’s mad at me already for writing this)

3/10🏃‍♀️💨

dally:

religiously has bowls of cereal

or just cigarettes yk

just sits in the dark and eats his lucky charms whilst contemplating everything annoying he !everyone else! did that day

thinks about how much homework he has and how hes not gonna do a lick of it

calls up friends asking them to share their answers to the spanish hw

and on the other side of the line they can just hear him munching away and just like “…what are you eating🧍‍♀️”

dal’s just like “the bones of your dead dreams now tell me what the fuck a conjugation is and how i do it”

9/10 y’all prob know im an intense cereal lover

two-bit:

gushers or fruit snacks typa thing

prob drinks kool-aid like it’s the water of life

he’s real for that to a degree

like sometimes too many ritz crackers is too much 😭

probably just eats packs after packs of fruit snacks

struggle meals all the way💀

8/10

steve:

just drinks a glass of milk or smth

straight from the carton

just a total scavenger of the pantry

so disrespectful💀

in general i think he steals all the gangs food as a joke

darry just bought some cookies from the grocery store and by the time he gets home from work they’re gone😭😭

4/10

ANYWAYS request hcs, imagines, anything! i do platonic and romantic y/ns too🫶

ILYSM‼️‼️

#the outsiders #dallas winston #ponyboy curtis #johnny cade #darry curtis #the outsiders sodapop #steve randle #two bit mathews #matt dillon #sodapop curtis

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dr-spectre · 2 months ago

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I have some thoughts...

I saw the second trailer for GTA 6 and holy hell I get why this game has taken so long to show it's face. It looks like Red Dead Redemption 2's graphics tech but cranked up a notch. I'm really impressed with the lighting and visual effects especially. The smoke, fog, waves on the water, fire, explosions, its REALLY advanced looking tech. This is how you do hyper realistic graphics without it looking boring or ugly.

The character models look stellar too and incredibly detailed. The way the skin interacts with light, the hair, very cool shit, me likey. The amount of different body types and general diversity in the people is so lovely to see as well as it reflects our world but also it will add variety to Vice City as well. The glistening on Jason's body in the sun...

hey. Not, not in that way!!! hey! HEY!!!

ANYWAYS!!! Uh, really annoyed that we STILL don't have proper gameplay and its just cinematics. Like sure it's all in game footage and actual cutscenes from the game itself, but no proper gameplay yet and it sucks man. That really really sucks.

Im interested to see how the story is going to play out. The setup seems pretty standard and there seems to be some hints at certain mysteries as to why a score went south and there could be a potental rat or a setup, but I think the love between Lucia and Jason is what is gonna be the real soul of the story. And as we all know from previous Rockstar games... the protagonists don't get the most happiest endings... well, most of them don't, some of them turn out fine. We'll probably get a choice between either killing Lucia or Jason or letting them both live.

I just hope that GTA 6 is packed full of random shit to do in the world. Let me go bowling, hit the gym to get more buff, order some food at a fast food place and slowly get fatter if i eat too much, play golf, tennis, drink with friends, darts, races everywhere, TONS of clothes stores and customisation, just pack the world with a gigantic amount of fun little stuff to do to make Vice City feel ALIVE!!!

One last thing, well two last things, I wanna be a little... crass for a second...

All imma say is... the strip clubs are gonna go crazy. THAT'S ALL IM GONNA SAY!!! ALRIGHT?! I WONT ADD ANYTHING ELSE TO THAT STATEMENT! I SAW THE SCREENSHOT ON THE WEBSITE AND LIKE.. DAMN BRO. FUCK... IM SO COOKED.

Ok last thing, uh, Lucia is fucking hot. Like the shots of her in that golden skirt or whatever made me audibly go "DAMN." Did you fucking see the way it JIGGLED when she was walking?!?! THE PHYSICS?! LIKE... DAMN GIRL.

DAMN.

I remember mother fuckers complaining about how GTA 6 was gonna have a woman as a playable character. But now look at you... you are pathetically predictable... seeing a hot woman and you suddenly turn heads... i see you... seeing women as objects huh... well i didn't mind that we were gonna get a woman as a playable character from the START!!! Considering that the first GTA game ever had a female protagonist!!!!

Anyhow, CALL ME SHADOW THE HEDGEHOG BECAUSE I JUST LOVE LATI- ***gets brutally shot down via firing squad***

#grand theft auto #gta 6 #we are so back #ramblings #im so cooked #hornyposting #game discussion #rockstar games #red dead redemption 2

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crushedsweets · 2 years ago

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WWHAT WUD THE CREEPS DO 4 HALLOWEEN I MUST KNOW

anon... yes i like this. general disclaimer this is tailored to my au !! stuff under cut

toby likes it, thinks its fun and stuff. he's not the type to dress up beyond like, maybe a jacket and a mask or whatever, but he'll go and buy(steal) stupid ass halloween decorations from spirit or the dollar store. there r several mini skeletons sitting around his cabin. he treats it like elf on the shelf, but. . . skeletons... def will sit around and watch scary movies with a bag of halloween candy . totally carves pumpkins with whoever will do it with him

tim wouldnt really want to do much cuz he's just tired, but he probably would put out a small little pumpkin and bowl of candy outside his door. he's in an apartment so he doesnt really get trick or treaters. will prob buy some candy after halloween so its on sale

brians so annoying omfg(lovingly) he'd buy a fake arm, blood, and wig and stick it in his trunk so it looks like an arm is sticking out. yall know what im talking about. him and tim share an apartment so he'd prob try to actually put something simple around it, like some plastic pumpkins, but nothing really big. he is also a grown man with no kids, so he doesnt find himself going all out for these things

natalie. ok i recently made it where she's either already a tattoo artist, or learning to be a tattoo artist or whatever, but i could see her and some coworkers setting up the shop all halloweeny. she's so fucking tall that they'd just call her over for all the spider web stuff. she thinks its fun and she likes halloween a lot so it's cool. she'd get a huge kick out of doing halloween tattoos during october too. goes and hangs out with toby/nina for it

nina goes to parties . she HAS to get a whole new costume for every party. its super wasteful but she doesnt care all that matters is shes sexy. every year without fail she is a sexy gothic vampire for one of the parties. she works at hot topic, BUT she'd absofuckinglutely get a second job at spirit halloween for october. she's a creepy galll... def sets her apartment up super cutely, brings toby and nat over so they can carve pumpkins with her, tries to dress them up, etc. tons of halloween posts on her social medias too LOL shes so cute

jeff would prob also go to more like... weirder ( ?) parties with creeps and scary people roaming around just doing crazy shit. warehouse shit. prob finds someone to bring home and kill. he thinks its fun, its easier to just go about his days looking the way he does, he loves scaring the fucking shit out of people. doesnt decorate or wear costumes though, says its cringe LMFAO. hates how hyped nina is about it

jane and mary would totally decorate, but in a much more.. ? elegant ? way. like those tall skinny candles, swap out their doormat for something halloween themed, really nicely done pumpkins for some reason. jane would want to host a cute little halloween dinner for uni friends. probably just gets simple costumes, like she'd put on a witch hat and black dress and thats all, but its cute. takes sally (and ben, if sally asks him to come) trick or treating.

sally draws tons of drawings, loves disney halloween marathons, paints on pumpkins(doesnt like the smell of gutting them), etc. she'd decorate with jane cuz she lives w her. she loves it so much but she still gets scared of the animatronic things at stores and stuff LOL. begs ben to trick or treat w her. really embarrassing for ben

ben wouldnt do much besides like. he'd get worse w his internet trolling (scaring the fucking shit out of teens on the internet), start doing more actual hauntings bc nobody will believe his victims during october which means slender wont find out he's doing it. he would not want to go trick or treating..but he'd go with sally with a pillow case and he'd try to awkwardly stand further back but the ppl at the door would always b like 'aw dont be shy come here!' LOL

jack doesnt celebrate it, his family didnt really celebrate it much when he was human so he doesnt do it now. he does get kinda sad during holiday season though, cuz of obvious reasons, but halloween isnt the strongest Pain for him

liu is so fucking miserable theres no way. jk he'd set out like, some pumpkins and maybe get one of those lights that project ghosts onto his garage, but he wouldnt want to go all out or do anything to the inside of his house. jeff really liked halloween when he was younger so its kinda like ouch but he's getting overit. i guess. . .

kate doesnt..celebrate anything........ but when she does occasionally visit the cabin, maybe for food or a shower, and she sees toby decorated, she'd be happy to see it. she's kinda unsettling to be around, but she'd sit down and watch a movie with him in silence. then bring a massive bag of candy to the mine w her w/o telling toby. he just had to cope

ann and lulu dont do anything in the hospital. they dont really have any concept of time........... or the resources to decorate... and they dont get any trick or treaters... cuz theyre...stuck in an abandoned hospital in the woods . . . yeah..

ty for ask anoni like this one. very simple but very sweet

#asks #creepypasta fanart #creeped #ticci toby #clockwork creepypasta #god i dont wanan tag #i give up #nina the killer #ill do my 3 and thats it.

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212-apricity · 2 years ago

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mastermind, part five

hey guys😀🔫

first of all im so sorry ik its been literally ten years since the last update but we're backk😋🙌🙌

anyways this used to be called redbone but im changing it to mastermind (the taylor song) bc i feel like it just fits more w the story but heres part five!!

its a short one for now but dw part six and seven are in the making and theyll probably be out later tonight or early tomorrow morning idk

anyways i hope you like this one please lmk and leave me some requests😋🤞

masterlist

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“Good morning,” Harry says, smiling brightly as Hermione and I sit at the table.

“Morning,” we both reply in unison, Hermioen going to say something but is cut off when our attention darts to the old owl that all but crashes into our food on the table, sending bowls of cereal and plates of toast flying into the air.

“Ron! Get your owl in check!” I yell as Hermione magics away the spilt milk on my robes, leaving them brand new.

“Sorry, sorry. God this bird’s going to be the death of me.” Ron replies as he detaches the box in the owl's claws before shooing it away.

“What’s that?” Harry asks, pointing at the box curiously as Ron goes to open it and pulls out a long black robe with white ruffles at the collar.

“Mum’s sent me a dress!” Ron says in horror as he stares down at the old thing.

“Well, it does match your eyes. Is there a bonnet? Aha!” I shout through my laughter, pulling out a white collar with a black bow and holding it up at Ron’s neck.

“Oh shut up Y/N. You’re not funny.” Ron says dismissively as he walks over to Ginny and continues,

“Ginny here, these must be for you.”

“I’m not wearing that, it’s ghastly.” she says looking up at the dress in disgust.

Hermione lets out a fit of giggles as Harry and I smack each other, laughing at Ron, unable to control ourselves.

“What are you on about?” Ron asks confused.

“They’re not for Ginny, you idiot, they’re for you!” I shout as the Gryffindors around us join in on the laughter.

“They’re dress robes,” Hermione adds, calming down slightly.

“Dress robes, for what?” Ron responds with frustration in his voice.

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“The Yule Ball has been a Hogwarts tradition since its inception,” McGonagall’s voice booms in the large room filled with girls on one side and boys on the other. Hermione and I softly giggle as we make small quips about how uncomfortable Harry and Ron look, having to sit next to Theo and Draco.

“On Christmas Eve night, we gather in the Great Hall for a night of well-mannered frivolity,” she says as she glides around the room, eyeing Harry and Draco as they make faces at each other, causing them to stop almost immediately.

“I expect each and every one of you to put your best foot forward. And I mean this literally as the Yule Ball is, as you know, first and foremost, a dance,” she says, sending the girls into excited conversations and the boys into a sea of annoying groans.

“Silence!” she shouts over the noise, clapping her hands together over her head, “Our school has commanded the respect of the wizarding world for over 10 centuries. And I will not have you, in the course of a single evening, besmirching that name by behaving like a babbling, bumbling band of baboons.” she finishes, sending everyone into quiet laughter. I look up from my fixed gaze at McGonagall at Theo who snickers softly and looks at me before mouthing, “Try saying that five times fast.”

I smirk as I try whispering it as he does the same, before McGonagall walks over in front of us, breaking our gazes at each other. “Now, to dance,” she says, waving her arms around gracefully, turning to the girl's side, saying, “is to let the body breathe. Inside every girl, a secret swan slumbers…longing to burst forth and take flight.”

She turns to the boys, cutting off whatever snide remark Ron was making, “Inside every boy, a lordly lion prepared to prance. Mr Weasley.”

She walks over to Ron swiftly as he cowers slightly, looking immensely uncomfortable as she asks him to join her.

“...Yes?”

Harry looks over at Hermione and me and we smirk at Ron as McGonagall lectures him how to put his hands on her waist.

They dance for a minute before McGonagall calls everyone over and tells us to partner up, and Theo comes up to me with a hand behind his back. “Join me for this dance?” he says jokingly as he bows forward slightly and puts one hand out making me smile and reach out for his hand before I swiftly grab Harry’s from behind him and say, “Sorry maybe next time!” over my shoulder, sending him into laughter, shaking his head as Harry looks up at me quizzingly.

“Leaving him wanting more?” he smiles at me, “Yep, I learned from the best.” I joke, referencing the endless amounts of times Harry and Ginny have gotten close but have never made anything official.

He rolls his eyes and says, “Shut up.”

“Have you even asked her yet?” I ask as we sway to the music, “Not yet, I think I’ll do it tonight…if Ron doesn’t interrupt us again that is.”

“Don’t worry,” I say nodding my head over to the other side of the room where Ron and Hermione are trying to dance, “I think he’s got other things to worry about.”

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“We really need to get a move on, otherwise we’ll be the only ones without dates,” Ron whispers to Harry as we try and recreate the potion Slughorn’s just shown us.

Harry doesn’t say anything as he smiles to himself and focuses back on his potion, making me smile softly in return knowing he’s probably asked Ginny by now and she's said yes.

“What are you smiling about?” Theo asks, interrupting me from my thoughts as he adds fluxweed into our potion and looks at me confusingly. “No reason.” I smile up at him, noticing the ring I gave him on his finger.

“So,” I say, taking my seat as we wait for our potion to boil.

“So?” he replies, taking his seat next to me and resting the bottom side of his jaw in his hand with his elbow on the table, staring at me with his blue eyes.

“Yule Ball’s in a few days, have you found a date yet?”

“Mm no not yet. Why do you ask?” he smirks.

“Oh no, no reason.” I stutter, feeling embarrassed, as I try to distract myself with the brew in front of us.

“So your bruises have healed,” I say, reaching out and holding his face to the side to examine the area they used to be on top of his sharp cheekbone. “Mhm. All better now.” He smiles.

I sigh and say, “You shouldn’t have done that you know.” “Why not? I’d do it for Blaise or Pansy or even Draco, I’d do it for any of my friends, so why not you? Especially you.” he mutters the last bit silently but my ears catch it before it disappears, making blood rush to my ears and cheeks.

“A friendship between a Gryffindor and Slytherin is unheard of. Especially considering your family and my best friends, what makes you so confident in ours?”

“I don’t know. You’re…different,” he says, standing up, “You’re not like those other Gryffindors. They’re too proud.”

I laugh after him, gathering my own things as he goes to give Slughorn our finished potion, “You Slytherin lot aren’t all that humble anyways.”

“No Star, we just know our worth.” he winks back at me as he leaves and I notice something on his side of the desk. A little envelope with my name on it.

I open it to find,

“Meet me in the Astronomy Tower after curfew. Bring a jacket.”

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“You took your time,” Theo says as I walk up the stairs, holding two cups of hot chocolate for him and me.

“Shut up, I was bribing one of the elves to give me whipped cream in these this time.” I hold one of the drinks up to him to take it before he grabs both out my hands and puts them down on the floor,

“You shouldn’t have, we won’t need them.” He smiles mischievously before taking my hand and running down the large, empty corridors.

“Theo stop! Where are we going?!” I whisper yell out of surprise, grabbing his hand tighter as I run to keep up with him. “You’ll see!” He says over his shoulder, leading us out the castle and giving a few galleons to the prefect keeping watch at the door.

“Come on,” he says softly now, both of us panting from the run.

The cold wind hits me in the face and immediately sends a shiver up my spine, making me pull my jacket up slightly to cover my exposed neck.

Theo lets go of my hand and pulls his black, green and silver Slytherin scarf off and wraps the cloth around my neck,

“Theo, will you stop being a prick and at least tell me where we’re going?”

He grabs my arm and links it in with his before saying, “We’re almost there.”

I look up at him as we walk in comfortable silence, the soft moonlight reflecting on his sharp features, his rosy cheeks and the cold vapour coming from his pink nose as he breathes and he turns to me giving me a big smile as he stops walking, turns me around and covers my eyes.

“Theo what now? You drag me out of the warm castle and make me freeze out here in the stupid snow and you didn’t even let me drink my hot chocolate and you won’t even tell me where we’re going and I’m probably going to get hypothermia at this point because of you.” I finish my rant as he turns me around, slowly removing his cold fingers from my eyes.

“Shut up and open your eyes, you drama queen.”

I can hear the smile in his voice as I open my eyes and see a big tree with a covering on top, looking like a den adorned in fairy lights and snowflake decorations. A red checkered picnic blanket resting on the ground along with my favourite pastries, hot chocolates and movies all set up on a projector facing the castle. Snowflakes all form one sentence above the movie projector screen playing Tangled, making my breath stop and a huge grin form on my lips.

Will you get tangled with me at the ball?

I turn around to find a flustered-looking Theodore with his hands in his pocket, nervously looking down at me waiting for my reaction. “You did this?” I ask with a quizzical smile on my face, still in disbelief that he went through all this effort for me.

“Yeah. Well I mean Blaise, Mattheo and Pansy helped me. Draco tried but he wasn’t any good so I got Pansy to instead. And I asked Hermione for all your favourite movies and I’ve seen you with all these pastries and hot chocolates a lot this time of year so I thought you’d like them. But I mean if you don’t that’s perfectly fine, I can scrap it all and we can pretend like this never happened and-”

“Yes.” I interrupt his rant with a smile on my face, admiring his stress over whether I’d like the gesture or not.

“And I- Sorry?” He asks breaking his rant confusingly with his eyebrows furrowed.

“Yes, I love it and I’d love to go to the ball with you Theodore.”

“Oh, I- Okay well. Okay. That’s great, that’s…Wow.” He stutters out, surprised at my response.

Theodore Nott stuttering? Nervous? When did that happen? I think to myself as he composes himself again and asks, “Shall we?” pointing to the blanket and movie playing on the projector.

I nod, smiling brightly up at him as I give him a side hug. He tenses for a moment before wrapping his arms around me and hugging back tightly.

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part five done!!

lmk what you think and send me requests<33

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thecapricunt1616 · 1 year ago

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Blue Lotus - SxC Fic - Chapter 3

♡ Summary: Carmy actually has allowed himself FRIENDS?? Also- he gets to have like.. a normal day with Syd somewhat, outside of work, hanging out with people who aren't in any way involved w/ the restaurant.

♡ W/C: 6,919

♡ Posted Date: 04/08/2024

♡ A/N: Hayo ;D Here is C3 of Blue Lotus!!! I am v much like Carmy & got a alot of amusement AND enjoyment writing this chapter, so that makes my brain tell me I took it too OOC & I haaate writing these 2 OOC. So if its OOC I'm sorry, but at least it's funny LOL. The story Shayna tells is lightly based on Euphoria But the college version - so if you've seen it that's why it feels a little familiar - if you haven't seen it its a same vibe except high school so the father is much, much more disgusting. But I looove writing Shayna so much, I have friends like her & they are always the personalities to make you laugh until youre sore the next day - & Syd & Carmy deserves a friend like that so I gave them one! Without further ado, I hope you enjoy <3 As per usual this fic is inspired by Tucson that can be read here It was written by my lovely friend @gingergofastboatsmojito please be sure to read that one before you read Blue Lotus, also do give Ginger a follow!!!

♡ Warnings for BTC: Talks of ; a near physical assault, blood, sex, transphobia/outing, self inflicted wounds, actually contains; smoking cigarettes/weed, drinking alcohol, vomiting, swearing

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“Hey! Im Sydney- sure! We were uh…we were gonna cook- do you wanna join? I just got back from the store” she got up, shaking her hand.

“Totally - my god this necklace! Where did you get it?” Shayna asked, leaning in and looking at the pendant “and you smell so good, lavender?” She said.

“I thrifted it! I love thrifting. Carm does too- does it so much he has to keep extra jeans in his oven.. oh! And yeah this perfume it’s inside. I’ll show it to you” Syd replied happily.

“Your oven?” Jesse asked Carm

“Yeah uh.. not enough space- um Syd these are my…” he trails off

“Friends. Were his friends- therapy friends I guess. I mean I hope he holds his word and texts me when we get out of here” Shayna nudged Carm’s shoulder gently.

He cleared his throat “yeah- uh-my friends. Shayna and Jesse.” He said shyly.

“Well it’s nice to meet you guys, have you ever had deer? They sell it at the grocery store here, harder to get in Chicago. I figured we’d try this recipe I thought up a while ago” she opened the door to the cabin and Jesse and Shana went inside making themselves at home right away.

This wasn’t the first time they’d hung out, they would do this a few times a week before dinner and then sit and eat together before going back to their respective cabins for the night.

“Never had deer before - aren’t you guys like super chefs or-“ Jesse is interrupted by Shayna’s whining

“Carmen you still haven’t asked for a wifi box?!” She asked annoyed, putting her phone back in the pocket of her cargo jeans.

“No I haven’t because I don’t need one I’m not addicted to Instagram or whatever the fuck” Carmy said, taking the door for Syd and she headed in, him following suit.

“Oh yeah I forgot Carmy the little old man who likes to hide away from the online world- you look like you take fire Instagram pictures, how do you deal with that loser all the time?” She asked Syd jokingly, leaning against the counter and watching as she pulled various ingredients from the fridge.

Syd laughed a bit, a big smile on her face as she moved around looking through various cabinets. “I do…um- Chef-“ she said and he sat up from where he was leaning against the kitchen doorframe

“Where do you need me?” He asked her

“Onions medium dice if you can manage the knives here suck” she took out one of the small knives they kept for him in the drawer and set it on the cutting board as she began to pick the rosemary, putting the sprigs in a bowl.

“What the fuck is that” Shayna picked up a mortar with a deep black goop at the bottom.

“Juniper berries…found a juniper tree when I was hanging outside. Made sure it’s the right kind so don’t be worried” Syd said and Carmen couldn’t help the small smile that curled his lips.

“You found a juniper, and you just.. remembered this recipe?” Carmen asked, chopping the onions as skillfully as if he hadn’t been out of the kitchen a single day.

“Thats hot” Shayna says “you’re hot as hell bitch! Oh my god! You just saw a tree and were like ‘let me make up this super cute berry deer coquette dish’ ” she said, causing Syd, her, and Jesse to crack up, but Carmen was lost.

“The fuck is a coquette?” He asked, causing Syd to laugh harder when Shayna said between giggles

“I told you! He’s so old!!!” She squeaked, leaning against the counter and wiping tears from the corners of her eyes.

“Coquette is like… Marina and the Diamonds on Vinyl, pink bow, fairy princess, Sydney in the woods picking juniper berries aesthetic it’s like..a vibe.” Shayna explained.

“Oh my god- it’s a girl thing carm it’s like. I dunno- like pink frilly shit and like- Lacy shit?” Jesse tried to explain.

Carm raised his brows, scraping the now cut onions into a bowl. “So Syd picking berries what does that have to do with- what did you say- pink bows?” Carm questioned and Shayna rolls her eyes.

“It’s the vibe Carmen, the vibe. Ugh you are no fun I can already tell Sydney is the fun one. What music do you listen to?” Shayna sat up next to Syd on the counter as she dusted the board with flour and started to cut the meat into chunks.

“I listen to…well- a lot. My mom loved R&B so I still listen to that but mostly 90s stuff that makes me think of her, I love SZA, HER, Jhené Aiko, oh Kali Uchis! Khelani of course… frank ocean is so fire I really like his stuff too..yeah just a lot of stuff.” She explained.

Carm sat there digesting every word she said, it wasn’t unusual for him to do that. He tried tucking the unfamiliar names in the back of his mind so he could look them up or ask Shayna what she knew about them later.

“Oh my god- we have to chill sometime!! Do you smoke?” Shay asked hopefully and Syd looked at Carm for a moment before her eyes flickered back to Shayna.

“I do. But…not when I’m working. Because it fucks up my taste and smell..but I am on vacation so…” she said with a small shrug and a smile.

“Dude! Oh my god Jesse cmon I need to go back to my cabin” she got down off the counter “I’ll be right back” she said and they headed out being sure to close the door behind them.

“They’re fucking?” Syd asked and Carmen laughed a bit

“No- no. Where’d you get that?” He asked, beginning to peel the carrots over the garbage can.

“Why did he go with her? Aren’t the cabins all right here?” She asked.

Carmen looked up at her for a moment “oh- yeah. They are. Shay has somethin about being alone. Somethin about her childhood- she came here because she said it’s like…the good version of where her dad sent her. Whatever that means. But she can’t be out and about alone it freaks her out. I guess she went to some… wilderness camp? She went on about it in one of our sessions. They were…they were fucked up.” He said, putting the now peeled carrot down on the cutting board and starting on the next.

“Shit.” She said, putting the cast iron on the burner, starting the flame with the lighter that she’d found on the counter. “Like…so they left her in the middle of nowhere or something?” She asked and Carmy shrugged.

“Kinda like that. She said that they like…would hike all day. And then at night they’d have to pitch their own tents. They took their shoes at night so they wouldn’t try and run. They’d like- send pictures back to their family- and if they didn’t smile they’d get in trouble. Pretty fuckin…sadistic shit t’do to a kid. Dunno how her dad thought it would change her ways - she said she went because their views on religion didn’t align…” he explained

“Wow…” she said, after a long beat of silence “she’s like..I wouldn’t have expected her to be so friendly after that. I wouldn’t be” she said, salting down the meat.

“Yeah Shayna is…a character. For sure. But she’s really sweet, and has a huge heart even though she loves to bitch people out. She’d cut someone if they tried to fuck with me, though. One of the newcomers showed me that” he chuckled, shaking his head a bit.

“What happened?” She asked

“So we were at lunch, and before that day we just..sat at the same table but didn’t really talk. She talked, but I would mostly listen. And um, this new dude. Justin? I think? Total fuckhead. Guys a tank too, like fuckin’ 6’2? No joke. But uh he was like basically screaming at his table, talkin’ so fuckin’ loud, so I looked over- and he met my eyes and just went off hes like ‘you got a problem little man? What the fuck is up with you, you got a staring problem?’ And Shayna- you should have seen her!” He laughs at the memory.

“What’d she do?” Syd asks curiously.

“Oh, she picked up her mashed potatoes- like - a fist full of mashed potatoes Syd- bare handed- and screeeamed at him ‘YOU WANNA FUCK WITH HIM COCKSUCKER?! WHY DON’T YOU COME FUCK WITH A BITCH THAT CAN ACTUALLY LOOK YOU IN THE EYE, SCAREDY MOTHERFUCKER!’ then whipped it at the dude. It hit him right in the face- eeeeveryone was dying we were all cracking the fuck up. I haven't seen him again after that, thankfully, but then she just looked at me and asked me for my plastic knife so she could get the potatoes from under those huge nails she wears and went to wash her hands like nothing happened.” He explained.

Syd laughs and Carm follows suit. “Wow. Well I guess I shouldn’t worry about you after all- you found a temporary big sister, you should keep her around. I don’t think I’ve ever met someone who would pelt another in the face with mashed potatoes for me” she snorts a laugh, setting the meat in the pan.

“I would. Without a shadow of a doubt, when Marcus was yelling at you I wanted to fuckin knock him out with a pan-“ he stopped himself and she looked over at him, the only sound now filling the room being the sizzling of venison on cast iron and the tick of the wall clock.

She blinked a few times, unsure what to say before the memory of the drawing came back to her.

Just say it now. Why else would he want to hit one of his employees with a pan if not for feelings he hasn’t made me aware of?

She’d thought to herself.

But Carmen on the other hand was thanking god that Shayna and Jesse came back, boisterous as ever-

“Pookiesss We come bearing gifts” Shayna drops a bag on the table, as well as a pink speaker that was playing some Spanish music Carmen hadn’t ever heard before.

“You listen to Bad Bunny?” Syd asks as she turns around.

“YOU Listen to bad bunny?” Jesse asks and Syd smiles big

“Who doesn’t listen to Bad Bunny?” Syd laughed “he’s like- literally I think the most listened to Spotify artist or something? Top 3?!”

“Who is bad bunny?” Carmen asks as he cut the carrots into matchsticks.

“You need to train your dogs better, Sydney” Shayna teased, taking shooters of grey goose out of her tote bag and putting them in the freezer.

Syd laughs so hard she snorts, covering up her mouth with her hand and shaking her head. “You are fucking insane” she said

Carmen smiled big, looking over at Syd. “Chef, did you just snort?” He teased smugly and set his knife down, leaning against the counter next to her, smirking.

“I did- because your friend thinks you’re my bitch” she teased, turning back to the meat and flipping each cube carefully with the metal tongs that were next to her on the counter.

Carmen’s mouth drops and his cheeks go scarlett, Shayna snorts a laugh, sitting at the table casually, legs crossed as she picked the stems and seeds off buds of weed, while Jesse howls with laughter. “Fuuuck-“ he shakes his head with amusement “wow. I uh…” he snorts a laugh “I get you Carmen. Get you better now” he said.

“Okay- fuck you shayna” Carmen shook his head, unable to contain his smile. He’d never heard Syd laugh so hard before and witnessing it made him feel on fire.

“Sorry I can tell who wears the pants it’s a natural talent of mine” she shrugged, “Jess come do this” she slid the little container of picked apart buds over to the spot next to her and he sits next to her at the table.

“So you guys aren’t..like you’ve not known eachother before this?” Syd asks them.

“Oh! No we did actually. Jess and I met at this program when we were 14, restart. It was a pure chance though that we come here at the same time.” She said and got up, washing her hands in the kitchen sink of the sticky resin.

“That’s so cool - where are you from?” Syd asked her as she takes the bowl of onions from next to Carm at the island, their hands brushing for a moment which caused Carmen to nearly cut himself because his focus was completely lost at her touch.

“Were from LA. Aren’t you from Chicago? Why are you here? I mean- like it’s great you’re great I’m glad to have a sane member of society around, it’s refreshing when you’re only around only psychos, you know? But uh..” she laughed a bit when Syd got started “you must be…pretty close friends” she looked at Carm for a moment before looking back at her.

Carmen suddenly felt something akin to anger sitting low in his chest. And it had to do with Shayna. He likes Shayna, so he wasn’t sure what was going on. But, Jesse saw the switch in Carmen- and read it right away as jealousy.

“Uh…” Syd clears her throat nervously, suddenly not knowing what to say.

“Like what is it? Jess? We went to restart in Wisconsin so Chicago? How far is that?” She asks.

Jesse gave her the cut it out eyes, but Shayna hadn’t been able to play matchmaker in weeks, she was gonna push these two together the same way she made her Barbie’s kiss when she was a kid.

“I’ll guess like - 1800 miles. Soooo- oh! And don’t you have that restaurant?” She asked and Syd nods.

“Mmhmm we run it together. It’s fine though it’s being held down, I finally got my new Sous trained and his sister is working a lot lately she wants to get everything all together before she has her baby so…” she rambled on, trying to pull out any reason that made it sound like she was unneeded there - even though that couldn’t be further from the truth.

“Right. I’m gonna go smoke would you like to come? I’m sure your…” she looks back at Carmen for a moment before looking back at Sydney “partner can hold this down until we get back?” She asked and looked at Carmen again, raising her brows.

“Yeah- yeah Syd go. Go ahead go relax - got this chef.” He nods and went over to the stove, squeezing past her in the tight space, his hand brushing her waist momentarily as he did so.

“Okay- okay sure” Syd nodded, following Shayna outside. She walked quietly for a few moments, lighting the joint and taking a drag before handing it over to Syd.

They were about 30 feet from the house, Syd was taking a deep drag of the joint - savoring the taste since she couldn’t do it often, when Shayna said

“You need to fuck eachothers brains out so he can go the fuck home. That- or tell him it’ll never happen so he can stay here for however long it takes him to break down and move on”

Sydney choked on the smoke in her throat, quickly handing the burning joint back to Shayna and coughing into her arm.

Shayna laughs before taking another drag, patting Sydney’s back sympathetically. “Sorry- people have told me I’m too blunt but I’d rather hear the truth so I give it to people straight” she said simply.

“Dude! What if he heard you! Shhh!” Sydney said once she caught her breath.

“Oh please! No! He didn’t! And if he did- he’d be leaned halfway out the door trying to hear the answer because he’s dying to know! You know he has the hots for you- please- don’t play stupid, girl” She rolled her eyes, handing the joint back over.

“What - no- he’s- we’re business partners” Syd replied, shaking her head and taking a short drag. “He doesn’t. He’s just sick and clinging to me he’s - he’s depressed and I’m violating HIPAA or whatever by saying that but it’s honest! I’m not his type” She passed it back over to Shayna.

She took it, laughing at her HIPAA comment “Chefs aren’t bound to HIPAA regulations, but nonetheless- I’ll be honest for you, since you can’t be honest with yourself. You flew here because you want to fuck him. There’s no other explanation- no not even just fuck- you love the guy. Why else would you fly across the country to be with him? Especially when he’s due home in 11 days. No dick is that great, especially attached to a guy on that many psych meds.” She said and took a long drag.

Sydney’s heart began racing 100 miles an hour. She stopped walking, leaning against the fence, feeling like all the air had been knocked out of her lungs. She imagined this is how Carmy felt when Stardust threw him off.

“Are you- what in the Hozier Adele ass fuck. You didn’t know? Or - realize- the L word? That you love him?” Shayna said, taking another drag of the joint.

Sydney stared at the forest ahead, resting her hand on her forehead, shaking her head. “Fuck. Fuck. Oh fuck.” She swallowed hard. “Um-uh I- I feel sick? I feel- I’m gonna throw up.” Syd said, standing up and quickly walking over to the large oak tree at the end of the rows of cabins, hurling up the remainders of her lunch which was just a McDonald’s burger she’d gotten on her way back from the grocery store.

“Jesus Christ. It’s you too? What are you waiting for?” Shay followed after her, rubbing her back gently

“What do you mean-“ She’s interrupted by a gag she couldn’t hold back. “Fuck. What do you mean what’s me too?” She asked, coughing and spitting the bile taste in her mouth on the ground before leaning against the tree to catch her breath.

“Like- you and him both don’t even realize you’re in love. It’s weird as fuck. It’s usually one person chasing - but you guys are secretly chasing eachother? But also at the same time trying I dunno. One of you has to make a move though” she said, leaning on the tree next to Syd.

“What if he’s just sick? What if he’s clinging to me because he’s sick and…and I’m like manipulating him” she asked nervously

“Ahh yes because you are manipulating a grown man into not breathing when he sees you? You can do that? Can you teach me? Except I’ll use it to kill creeps” she nudged Syds shoulder, finally earning a smile back out of her.

“He doesn’t do that…” she looked at the ground sheepishly

“When we get back, I’m gonna count out loud because the oblivious fuck hears no one when you’re around, and watch he won’t be breathing. I swear it’s like the first thing I noticed looks like a fuckin fish out of water.” She said and finished the joint, stomping it out with her shoe. “Shall we put my experiment to the test?” She asks and Syd rolls her eyes.

“I wanna see what’s going on with the food let’s go” she smiled a bit, heading back with Shayna to the cabin.

It only took them 4 minutes back, Shayna walks in first and Carm’s head pops up from his conversation with Jesse at the counter, and as soon as Syd pops in behind her- Shayna quietly starts whispering “one…two…three…four..-OW!” She squeaks as Syd kicks her ankle just enough to hurt.

That was enough to break Carm out of his trance “hey- hey- how was your walk, y’okay? You look…I dunno” he came up to her, feeling Syds cheek with the back of his hand “y’flushed…” he said and she pulled away from his touch, feeling embarrassed.

“I’m fine” she said, walking back to the stove and making sure the meat was okay. “What did you do with the beef stock?” She asked, looking over the counter.

Carmy swallowed thickly “uh- sorry, sorry. Here” he went to where he put it in the cabinet and handed it to her. “We…we good?” he asked quietly.

“We’re good. Get the juniper berries please.” She said without meeting his gaze and opened the stock, pouring some in the pan.

Shayna giggles and Carm looks back at where she and Jesse were sat at the table, Jesse making a circle with his thumb and forefinger and thrusting his other finger in and out of it, alluding to their sexual tension lacing the room.

“Oh you are children.” Carmen grumbles, grabbing a beer from the fridge and rolling his eyes “want one- dipshit? Cabin check is tomorrow they all need to be gone” he said and Jesse nodded with a smug smile.

“You love your crazy camp besties pookie!!! Don’t play games cause your cool chef friend is around” Shayna said, getting up and going to the freezer, taking out 2 shots.

“Syd?” She asked and Sydney turns around, looking at the shots in her hand.

“Uh- why not. Sure. Just one” she said, taking one of them and cracking it open.

“Cheers” Shayna says, clinking her shooter with Syds

“To?” Syd asked.

“New beginnings” Shayna said simply before tilting her head back and swallowing the shot in one gulp.

“That was the best fucking food I’ve ever eaten. Have you guys ever been told you should open a restaurant?” Jesse teased, helping Carmen clear the empty dishes from table.

“Wow you really should pursue stand up, Jess” Carmy said with a small smile, collecting the 4 disposable cups they used for wine and throwing them away.

“You know who would fuckin love her Carm?” Syd motions to Shayna

“Who?” He mused, rolling up his sleeves and starting the hot water on the sink.

“Richie. They’d be menaces together but they’d be best friends!” Syd laughs a bit and Carmen gasps

“Richie!!! Yes! They would- but- Oh my god how is he? I literally- fuck. I’m so shitty I haven’t even really…like been thinkin about everyone back home other then like you and I- I guess sugar” Carmen said.

Jesse and Shayna gave eachother a ‘we’ll discuss this romcom fuckshow later’ look, before giggling amongst themselves.

“He’s- he’s Richie. He’s never gonna let me stabbing him go. Every time I tell him to do something he’s like ‘right away chef wouldn’t wanna get stabbed’ - he’s scaring the new hires, carm!” She giggled in the way that made his heart flutter like butterflies were smacking it with their wings. “And he keeps calling me cousin by mistake!! It’s getting ..really weird” she shook her head, sitting down at the table.

“You stabbed a motherfucker?” Shayna asked impressed.

Carmen laughed a bit “on accident” he told her

“Doesn’t mean it didn’t feel good he was grating my last nerve that day. But I mean…he’s okay so I’m not that bad for thinking it” she smiled and Carmen laughed, scrubbing the plates with the sponge.

“I would have stabbed this motherfucker but I just did one better and made everyone afraid to fuck with me. Everyone thinks this was a result of my attempt but it’s not.” Shayna showed off a long scar on her forearm, partially covered by a large dragon tattoo.

“You did that to yourself?” Syd asked, slightly impressed but mostly a little scared, her finger gently rubbing up the raised scar.

“Mmhmm. In college. I went to this party, this guy-“ she shook her head with a small, mischievous smile. “So he comes in the kitchen, he’s acting like a fucking bull so of course I’m staring at the weirdo, right? He looks at me- and he goes what the fuck are you looking at, bitch. And I was new, so I didn’t know it was his house. So I was like I’m looking at some meathead loosing his temper like a toddler, what the fuck are you looking at. And he just asks me who I am- and…” she sits back “I didn’t know anyone? Like…I went there to meet people. So I was like oh I’m Shayna and he just starts screaming ‘who the fuck is Shayna, does anyone at this party know a fucking Shayna?’ And he was like in my face. So I told him I was like I’m not trying to start anything here I’m minding my business back up and he goes ‘no one that looks like you is minding their own business’ and then he- he told me he knew what I was.” She said and shrugged.

“ And that I just wanted attention. And that he would give me the attention I was looking for. And then? He told everyone in the kitchen that someone better speak for me or he was gonna fuck me up.- so, I grabbed a knife from the counter, and he backed up like a pussy and was like ‘I’m kidding! I’m kidding it’s a joke I’m fucking with you!’ And I asked him if he wanted to hurt me, and he kept saying no - even though I knew he was getting ready to kick the shit out of me, probably worse. So I slit my arm, and bled on him. Then I left. And no one ever tried to out me there again.” She said and sipped her beer.

“You’re gay?” Sydney asked curiously.

“Yeah but that’s- Jesus Christ these Chicagoans” she said, and her and Jesse started laughing.

“What? What’s funny?” Syd sat up.

“she’s-“ Carmen starts

“AHT!” Shayna tisks “no, Carmen, we got to make fun of you for a month now we get to make fun of her until she figures it out. I think you’re smarter though, socially speaking” She said and Carmen gives her the finger, causing her to laugh.

“Oh- ohhhh! Wow! I wonder how he thought he could tell” Syd said and Carmen looks back at her.

“Really?! How did you figure it out so fast?!” He asked her

Syd laughs “oh because it’s the 2020’s and if someone says they were outed and it’s not about being gay, there’s only one other thing to out” she said and Carm huffs, annoyed with his own pitfalls of refusing to make friends his first 30 years.

“Yeah how would he know? I didn’t know” Carm asked her and she smiled big, looking at Jesse.

“It was fucked. Up. What you did. But if you wanna tell them? Gooo ahead.” He said with a smile, drying the dishes as Carm washed and rinsed them.

Shayna laughs excitedly, sitting up and pushing her long blonde hair back. “Okay, so. I end up finding out who this guy is, right? And apparently…his dad who was the football coach was like- DL- into trans girls- “ Carm interrupts

“What does that mean?” He asked her

“DL? Down low, like- they fuck us in private” she explained and Carmen scrunched his brows in confusion

“Why?” He asked and Shayna looked at him confused.

“Because…they think it’s gay?” She said like it was obvious, but to Carmen, it wasn’t.

“But… Y’re a girl. So how would it be gay?” He asked

“I’ll give you a ‘how humans interact with eachother’ lesson later, Carmen, for now it’s story time” she teased.

“Anyway-“ she continued “so I find this out, because I look up his name on Facebook - see his dad tagged, and I fly to Grindr- because I swore I literally saw him there. Turns out I had. So I send him a chat, we hit it off, I go fuck him-“ she said, Syd starts laughing, Carm turns around with wide jaw eyes and a dropped jaw.

“Like- oh I fuuuuucked that man. Multiple times. He didn’t fuck me- let me say that again for your cis ears to have it sink in, I fucked- this man’s father” she said - Carmen’s jaw drops further, and Jesse was howling with laughter at Syd and Carmys shocked expressions.

“No- no- Shayna- hold on I need a cigarette - Jesse take this shit over” Carmen pulls open the front door, pushing up the glass on the screen door, grabbed his beer and cigarettes from the counter, and sat next to Syd at the table. “Okay keep goin- I’ve never heard this much-“ he shook his head in amusement

“Tea? I know- it gets better!” Shayna laughs.

Carmen smirked, shaking his head and taking out a cigarette lighting it between his lips and taking a drag. “So you fucked this man’s dad.” Carmen couldn’t help but laugh at how insane the words sounded coming from his mouth- and Sydney followed suit, head falling back and eyes squeezing shut, Carmen’s heart quickened at the adorable sight, having the urge to reach out and grab her soft, delicate hand that was just a few inches from his own on the tabletop.

“Oh my god- were taking them with us back to chicago- I can’t remember the last time I laughed like this” Syd said, stealing his beer from next to him and taking a sip.

The action made Carmen’s heart skip a beat. The fact that she was comfortable drinking out of something his lips had already touched, it drove him wild. They had tried food off of the same spoon at work just so they didn’t have to go through the hassle of washing two, but this felt…different. More intimate.

“Did you- I’m sorry- did you want one?” He asked “I didn’t think you liked beer - I thought you said you like wine more” he said and she shook her head.

“We can share…right?” She asked, a bit shyly. She wasn’t sure what made her do it, maybe it was because her white claw had been long forgotten and now was luke warm on the kitchen counter, or maybe it was the few extra shots she’d been convinced into taking earlier that was causing her to take the chat with Shayna to heart.

“Yeah- course, always.” He nodded a bit. Unnoticed by Syd and Carmy, Jesse and Shayna give eachother another ‘we’re gonna talk about this romcom shit later’ look before Shayna clears her throat.

“So- yes Carmen, I fucked this man’s father. And multiple times. He was married- I didn’t fully know that though before you both look at me shitty- he didn’t say that -“ Jesse cuts her off

“Ohhhh- oh! No!!” He laughs “no- the real story- is that she saw a ring but didn’t ask about it - you may now continue” he said, turning back to the sink and rinsing the last of the dishes.

Carm snorts a laugh “evil. That is evil the man’s marriage! Shayna!” He took a drag of his cigarette and she rolled her eyes.

“It was already on the rocks- let me finish! You fucks! So then- I recorded it, and I held onto it- just in case. But. Get this- one of my girlfriends on campus? Guess who she ran into on Grindr?” She asks and Carm and Syd both lean in slightly, and Shayna can’t help but notice the way they were already so in sync.

“The fucking guy from the party” she said and Syd gasps, Carmen cracks up.

“He’s his fathers spitting image. Thats it. That’s why- that’s why he said that to you. He knows about you or whatever? Because he loves girls like you and is also a pussy.” Syd said and Carm hums in agreement.

“Exactly! Exactly. So…I had her tell him to meet her in the park- but…” she smirks and Sydney covers her mouth preemptively, knowing whatever was going to say next was going to be off the wall.

“I was there too- fucking his dad! And oops! he saw us! And I asked him if we should check and see who’s bigger- he dropped out of school the same week- and the dad resigned” she said and took another casual sip of her beer with a proud smirk.

Carmen sits there, dumbfounded, looking to Sydney who when she saw the look on his face cracked up. “Your face-“ she said, causing him to start laughing as well.

“Shay-“ he looks at her, wiping tears that were gathering in the corners of his eyes from laughing so hard. “Shayna what the fuck” he managed to get out before laughing again, shaking his head. “You are a person that I won’t ever, ever get on your shit list if I can help it” he said, looking over quickly when Syd coughs from laughing so hard

“Woah- arms up, arms up” he tells her and goes to the fridge, grabbing a water bottle and coming back quickly, opening the cap and handing it to her. She took a large sip.

“Thank you- sorry- fuck you Shayna you’re gonna kill us both I don’t think I’ve ever heard him laugh this hard” she said and Shayna smiled

“Well, that’s a good thing. this guys got a problem with having the dead inside look- at least before you got here” she nudged Carm with her elbow.

He realized he was still stood, hand protectively on the back of Syds chair looking down at her as if she was the only one in the room.

“Isn’t that why we’re all here?” Jesse countered, sitting in the empty chair next to Shayna

“I’m very alive inside- I just get too manic and start destroying my life because it’s something to do” she said and finished off her beer. “I’m already on probation cmon I need to go to my cabin and you aren’t allowed to have fun without me” she told Jesse, standing up and grabbing her bag and speaker. “Nice to meet you, Sydney. And Remember our chat hot stuff” she said as she put her bag on her shoulder.

“Yeah- we’ll probably run into each other again, I leave Sunday night.” She said, and Carmen’s heart soars.

He wasn’t sure why, he just thought maybe she’d just fly in for one night to see how he was and then leave the next day, but the fact she was staying a whole other day and a half- and they would be alone.

“Sick! Okay well we’ll link up tomorrow then, have a goodnight guys - and remember wrap it before you tap it, shortstack!” Shayna said as her and Jesse shut the door behind them and head off.

Carmen blushed pink, shaking his head. “She’s a hack, but she’s a very nice hack” Carm said, rubbing over his face embarrassedly.

“They’re super cool Carm. She’s..really fuckin out there but-“ she shrugged looking at the clock. “Oh- shit. Fuck- it is late, I don’t want you to get in trouble” she said, standing up and grabbing her coat off the back of her chair.

“You- you aren’t um…staying?” He asked and got up, grabbing her backpack she’d brought with her from the kitchen table and bringing it over.

“Oh well all of my- stuff..” she trailed off, eyes locked on his. They stayed there silent for a moment, and his heart started pounding in his chest so hard he could feel it in his stomach.

“Uh-“ he started and nervously bit the inside of his lip, he’d been doing that a lot tonight. He was holding his tongue, he always did around her. He didn’t understand it, because unless she was around it was like a part of his brain switched off, and he didn’t have access to speech in the same capacity as when she was near.

“I- so…I think um- I-“ he stops himself, grabbing his shoulder nervously and averting her gaze. His throat suddenly felt tight, this was it. He either said something, or he let her leave and he stayed up all night thinking about what he should have said when she leaves.

“Did you draw me?” Sydney asks suddenly.

Carmen feels his stomach doing flips, his palms got sweaty and all of the color drained from his face. “I-“ he crossed his arm over his chest, tightly gripping his hoodie. He suddenly felt as if he could be sick, “I’m sorry?” It came out sounding like a question.

Sydney felt insane “you- when-“ she smiled nervously “oh god- Jesus- I- it must be the-“

Carmen cut her off before she could say what would shut his entire course of action that he was trying to lay out down fully before he could attempt to put it into motion. “I meant- I meant I’m sorry if that makes you uncomfortable. Syd. That’s how I meant it. I - you remind me of home.” He said, not breaking her gaze. “And I need a little bit of that, here.” He said softly.

Syd just nods, holding on to the chair for stability. She wasn’t sure if this conversation was really happening or if she was in some insane dream. She could hardly believe Carmen was expressing himself to her, in a way other then anger or fear.

“I..I draw you a lot.” He admits, running a nervous hand through his hair. “We do uh- art..art therapy. A few hours every day”

“Can I…see them? If…if that’s okay?” She questioned.

The color came back to Carmen’s face full force, he had to be sure whichever sketchbooks he would show her had none of the explicit themed drawings. “Uh- sure. Sure…gimme a sec- I’ll um” he headed to the bedroom, opening the desk drawer and grabbing the bigger sketchbook he usually took to art therapy, the safest one since the therapist would come and look at whatever the patients were working on.

He quickly flicked through it to make sure, before heading back out to the living room where Syd had sat on the couch when he went to retrieve the sketchbook. “I’m- sorry…sorry if this is like. Weird-“ he said, feeling suddenly Insecure about his hobby that was the reprieve that got him through any of the sleepless nights he had here.

“No- no its..it’s sweet Carm, can I?” She asked, grabbing the sketchbook in his lap, their hands brushing lightly. He felt that familiar fire in his chest, and nods with a hum of agreement.

She opened it, eyebrows raising in surprise “they aren’t like-“ he started

“This is incredible-“ she cut him off and leaned over him, turning on the lamp at his side to get a better look at the portrait he had committed to memory of her smiling. He nearly shivered when her curls brushed his cheek, the smell of the perfume on her neck mixed with the familiar scent of her causing goosebumps to appear over his flesh.

“I don’t know if I should be offended that you remember the gap in my teeth so well. Because I know for a fact you aren’t on Instagram” she said. He smiled, rolling his eyes slightly

“It’s one of your nicest qualities” he shrugged a bit.

“Oh one of them? Are there many?” She smiled, flipping the page.

“I think the question should be if you have any flaws” he said, and her eyes flicked back to his.

They were now sitting so close that their faces were less then a foot apart. “I think we both know that’s bullshit.” She said

“To you maybe” his eyes flickered to her lips momentarily.

“I always catch you doing that” she teased, smiling a bit.

“Doing what?” He asked, his eyes meeting hers again.

“I dunno…staring at me..like..” she looks at his lips for a long moment before meeting his gaze once again.

“Why do you think?” He asked quietly.

“There are alot of things I can’t seem to figure out about you…Carmy” she said just above a whisper.

“Well what do you want to know. I’m uh…trying to be more open.” He said equally as soft.

“Do you know why I really came here?” She asked

“Because you saw the fuckin drawing, somehow.” He smiled a bit.

“Yes” she chuckled “but- it just..it kinda confirmed something for me I dunno- I just wanted to come check if maybe-“

She’s interrupted by his lips on hers, she was surprised at first, but of course didn’t pull away. He cupped her cheek gently, his thumb rubbing over her supple skin.

The way their lips moved together was natural, like they’d done this already a thousand times in a hundred lives. His nose gently nudges hers and she wraps her fingers in his dirty blonde curls, tugging gently how she’d fantasized so many times.

He slid his tongue over her plump bottom lip, humming softly when she opened her mouth at the contact. His hands were nearly shaking. His entire body felt like it was exploding with tiny fireworks underneath his skin.

The air between them both felt as if it was crackling with electricity. As if the universe was humming in approval that they had finally accepted their bond.

Sydney had never felt anything so right. She felt as if every stress in her life evaporated, as if her and Carmy were the only 2 people in the world. She felt like she was glowing from the inside out. “T’make sure I wanted t’do that…right?” He said softly when she pulled away.

➵ 𝐍𝐞𝐱𝐭 𝐂𝐡𝐚𝐩𝐭𝐞𝐫 ♡♡♡ ⋙

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