hi! I'm roz (she/her)! i’m 27, a pisces, and i have thing for boys with blue eyes and fluffy hair...ᰔᩚ
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Warnings: 18+ mdni, GN!Reader (no mentions of any physical traits or gender specific pet names used in this! for all my fem! and male! readers, i hope you enjoy!!), Fluff, Reader and Jason go on a hike, some kissing, some suggestive language, some light smut (making out and palming/dry humping but nothing super explicit)
Word Count: 1260
This was written for @fredhechingerfrenzy fic exchange for the lovely and amazing @romantic-genocide <3 i love you finch and i hope you like it, sorry it took so long... this was a pinch write! thank you to @the-witty-pen-name for reading this over for me!
"Are we there yet?" You huffed, stopping slightly to catch your breath. You leaned against a solid tree, taking a quick sip of your water before squinting up at the sky. The sun was moving behind some clouds quickly, making the small breeze through the leaves and the trees actually feel nice for once. Though, the sun had already done some damage to your skin despite the sunscreen you coated yourself in before leaving Camp Pineway. Yeah, you were definitely going to feel that tomorrow, your bright pink shoulders were an indication of that. Yay, more horrible tan lines for the next week and a half…
"Almost, baby!" Jason shouted, turning his head back to look at you. He stopped a few yards ahead of you, watching you as you took your small break. "You okay?" He asked softly, moving back towards where you were resting against the tree trunk.
"Perfect," you nodded, catching your breath before screwing the cap back onto your water bottle. "Just, needed a tiny break, you know?" You stood back up slowly, legs feeling the heat of the long hike you had already endured. You attached the water bottle back to the clip on your backpack, mentally preparing yourself for the remainder of the hike.
"Yeah." Jason nodded, standing up straight as he looked at you. "But, we're almost there, I promise. And once we get there you'll be able to sit and rest." He smiled. "I packed us some food too, and some games to play. Figured we could spend some time just the two of us."
You huffed again, nodding before you slowly started moving along the trail again. "So about how much longer?"
"Five minutes, give or take? Just past this hill and we will be there, I promise." Jason moved towards you, placing a quick kiss on your cheek before his hand moved to your lower back, guiding you slightly. "It'll be worth it, trust me."
"I do trust you," you sighed, glancing at him. "It's just right now my legs are killing like I just had a good fuck and we both know I didn't. At least, not recently, that is. Been a few good weeks since that's happened."
Jason stopped in his tracks, clearing his throat gently as he watched you take a few steps ahead of him. "Did you… I mean, uh," he scratched the back of his neck gently, color creeping to his cheeks as he did. "Did you want a good fuck today?" He squeaked softly, catching back up to you slowly. "Because, I mean, it could, uh, totally, you know, be arranged for today… if you wanted it, you know. But only if you wanted it. Consent is a two way street and everything…" he trailed off, suddenly finding the rocks and dirt on the path interesting.
You glanced at him, raising an eyebrow gently. "You could arrange that today, huh?"
"Well, I mean, uh…" Jason stepped forward, stopping slightly. "I mean, I had a picnic planned and everything to get away from the other counselors but, I mean… we will be in a secluded area so like…" He moved in front of you quickly, taking some long strides up the side of the hill. "I'm sure more could be arranged if you really wanted… you know… while we're alone." He nodded, motioning towards a small valley full of wildflowers and surrounded by trees. "See, isn't it beautiful?" Jason smiled. "And secluded."
"Secluded indeed," you smirked. You took a few more steps, the wildflowers and taller grass tickling your bare ankles as you walked. "How'd you find this place?"
"Honestly? Years of roaming around camp." He stopped, setting his backpack down at his feet. He crouched down, unzipping it before pulling out a few light weight blankets. "I like to come here and clear my head." Jason unfolded the blankets, opening them carefully before laying them out in the grass. "Figured some company might be needed today, it's been a long week of prepping for campers and listening to the other counselors complain."
You slung your bag off your shoulder, setting it beside the blanket before falling back on the blanket with a sigh. "Those new counselors have been bitching so much." You stretched your legs out, leaning back on your elbows as you looked around the small field. "This is peaceful, Jason. Thanks for bringing me out here."
He smiled, plopping down beside you as he unzipped his bag wider. "You hungry?"
Shrugging, you glanced at him. "I mean, I could eat." You smiled, sitting up straight. "What are we having today, chef?"
"I made us some peanut butter and jelly sandwiches before I left. Grabbed some of your favorite chips too." Jason pulled out the sandwiches, the chips and a couple of cookies he hid in the bag.
You two ate together in silence, the occasional bird chirping in the background reminding you of where you were—out in the wilderness, away from the bitchy counselors that were complaining about how hot is was and how buggy it was—with the one person you loved and adored the most.
"We should do this like once a week," you finally suggested, lying back on the blanket. You squinted slightly, head turning towards Jason as he mirrored your pose.
"We should," he agreed, nodding slightly. "This is so much better than a quick lunch together during the day. I mean, don't get me wrong, I adore and cherish any time we have together… but this, this is so much better."
"Definitely." You turned to your side, facing him as your hand moved to his face. Your fingers ran through his beard slightly, pulling his face closer to yours. "I think this is better because there's no one that could find us," you admitted, lips brushing over his.
He nodded slightly, leaning in closer. He closed the gap fully, his lips touching yours in a soft claim. Jason's hand moved to your hip, pulling you closer to his body slightly. His fingers danced up your back, nails scratching against the fabric of your tank top slightly. "No one can find us," he mumbled. "And no one can hear us…"
You rolled your eyes playfully, hand moving to rest on his neck gently. "You're poking me," you teased, your thigh moving against the very noticeable tent in his cargo shorts.
His breath hitched, eyes closing slightly as he took a deep breath. "You can't complain you haven't had a good fuck in a while and sit next to me looking that good…" he whined slightly, clearing his throat.
"So… are you saying you want a good fuck right now?" You smirked, hand moving down his body slightly. Your palm rested against his hard on, squeezing it slightly as he jumped, hips grinding against your hand.
"If you're offering… I'm more than willing to assist," he mumbled, leaning in for another kiss. You smiled against his lips, handing palming him more as his hips continued to move against your hand. "If you don't stop that I will fuck you good right now." He groaned, lips trailing down your neck. "I will pull your shorts down so fast…"
You hummed, grinning as your eyes fluttered shut. "We are alone…"
"Exactly, might as well make the most of it." Jason smirked, his fingers moving back towards your hip. "I intent to hear your screams echoing through this valley."
You gasped, giggling as he pulled your body closer to his. Good thing you two were alone for the night…
Warnings: Fluff, Hurt/Comfort, Mutual Pining, Yearning, And they were Roommates, Roommates to lovers, Friends to lovers, some kissing, some suggestive language but nothing explicit
Word Count: 2076
This was written for @fredhechingerfrenzy fic exchange for the lovely and amazing @mrprettywhenhecries <3 i love you joz and i hope you like it! thank you to @romantic-genocide and @enchantedmoonlight13 for reading this over for me!
The slamming of the front door echoed through the small apartment, making Danny jump slightly from his comfortable spot on the couch. He quickly paused his video game, some random first person shooter game he had found and swore he was good at (he wasn't), and took his headset off, tossing it to the side gently. He heard you grumbling under your breath and swearing to yourself before he had even seen you. That in itself was a true indication to him that your night definitely did not go as planned or hoped.
You were supposed to be out all night tonight, at least, that's what you had told him. Told him that there was a chance you weren't even coming home tonight and would be staying with a 'friend'. But Danny knew better. The little black dress you had on when you left didn't scream going out with the girls for dinner and cocktails. It screamed going out on a date with the hopes of getting laid. And, he couldn't really blame you, per say. The two of you had a weird dynamic. Best friends since the beginning of high school, been through all the breakups and the makeups and all the awkward moments that ensued during those four years and beyond. And while it was great having all that history and literally knowing everything about each other—literally everything, you and Danny got way too close last year when he had food poisoning in your small one bathroom apartment—it was awkward when it came to inviting over a potential romantic interest.
Every guy you brought home just assumed you would cheat on him with Danny, and every girl he brought home assumed he would cheat on her with you. Something about male and female roommates made others want to turn and run the other way. That was actually the real reason he and Allie had broken up; she hated that you were always around and that Danny didn't want to move out and live with her. There was too much commitment that way, at least, that's what he always said. Said that if they ever broke up and they were living together it would be to hard to leave and go back to how it was. So he stayed. With you. Told Allie he was done with her and their relationship and never looked back.
Part of you had hoped and wished that after the breakup something more would happen between the two of you.
Something.
Anything.
And while he wouldn't necessarily admit it, Danny felt the same way.
The flirting between you and Danny became more frequent after Allie was out of the picture, the looks and touches lingering longer than they were supposed to. The air always seemed to be filled with this underlying tension that was never spoken about or acknowledged. Because, quite honestly, if the two of you ignored it completely, it wasn't there, was it? The looks, the touches, the lazy nights on the couch with your legs over his and his arms around your waist all meant nothing, right? And the late nights in the kitchen when you made hot chocolate with extra mini marshmallows and a touch of peppermint syrup while Danny stood behind you, arms draped around your waist and resting on your stomach with his chin on your shoulder were just platonic moments… right? Never anything more or romantic. Never.
Nights like these with small moments like this too—when you came home upset and frustrated over a failed date, over being stood up or some stupid excuse they'd given about why they couldn't make it to the date five minutes after it was supposed to start. You had given up on getting your hopes up but that didn't make the sting hurt any less each time it happened. And while Danny never truly judged to your face, the walk of shame past him back to your room was really always the worst part of the whole experience. You would walk past him, completely silent as you moved across the carpeted floor into your room, only to emerge a few moments later in your sweatpants and one of his hoodies. You'd curl up on the couch beside him, watching him play video games and lose at them each and every time. Neither of your dared to speak, it was always unspoken as to not ruin the peace or make it awkward. That was one thing about your friendship with each other that you enjoyed and hate simultaneously, if there was never anything to say, you both just let the silence fill the gap.
But not tonight. Tonight was going to be different. That was something Danny was going to make sure of. Because at this point, he was scared of hiding and running from his thoughts and feelings. He just hoped you felt the same way he did.
You mumbled to yourself, walking past him and the couch as you moved down the hall, towards your bedroom likely to change into your gray sweatpants and that god awful blue hoodie that had a burn mark in the sleeve from his attempt to light a candle (not his proudest moment, but, you did look awfully cute in that sweatshirt).
Danny stood slowly, gaining as much confidence as he could muster. Tonight was the night he was going to be there for you with actual words, not just shitty video game skills and a silent shoulder to lean on. Tonight was the night he was going to ensure you never went on another crappy date again, never got stood up again, and never put that much effort into your look to get nothing, not even a little compliment. Tonight was the night Danny was going to tell you what you meant to him and how he saw you—as more than a friend and a roommate.
Tonight was the night Danny was going to finally confess to you… assuming he didn't chicken out first.
With a deep breath and a few physical shakes of his hands, he moved closer to your bedroom door. Stopping in front of the closed door, he weighed out his options. He could knock and see if you let him inside, he could wait for you to come out or he could walk in unannounced. His hand rose slowly, but before his knuckles could make contact with the cold wood you had already opened the door in a huff.
You backed away quickly, startled by his presence. Another thing you hated about Danny, he was silent. Literally, you joked about putting a bell around his neck like a cat so you knew where he was at all times. "Fucking hell," you mumbled, shaking your head. "Are you trying to give me a heart attack?"
He cleared his throat, shaking his head. "Uh, no. Sorry," he apologized. "I just… wanted to come check in on you. It's been a few months since we've like actually talked between work and… dates, and I just," he paused, searching for the right words. "I wanted to make sure you're doing okay."
"I'm fine," you brushed off quickly, walking past him. Your movements were precise, blocking Danny out with two quick words.
He followed after you, walking into the small kitchen carefully, as if to not pop the already tense bubble. He called your name softly, watching as you looked through the fridge for something to eat. When you didn't find anything, the pantry was the next place to look, a box of macaroni and cheese becoming your saving grace for the time being.
You hummed in reply to him, but didn't say anything more. You didn't know what to say. There was nothing to say; that's how it was supposed to be. Just the two of you in silence, ignoring the huge elephant in the room. His breath hitched as you prepared the boxed meal. The domestic sounds filled the space; the water running, the water filling the pot slowly, the slight click of the stove as it turned on, the flame lighting beneath the pot.
You stood in front of the stove, your back to Danny. You stared at the pot of water, waiting for it to boil so you could busy yourself more.
Danny spoke again, your name falling from his lips as he took a step towards you. "Will you please… talk to me?" He asked softly.
"There's nothing to say, Danny." You replied, closed off.
He frowned, stepping closer to you until he was directly behind you. "There's everything to say and you know it. We just keep tiptoeing around these unspoken words and we need to stop doing that."
You didn't say anything, but your shoulders tensed as he stepped closer, filling your space with the slight scent of his cologne and shampoo—something that smelled just like Danny and smelled like home. Danny hesitated for a brief moment before his arms encircled you slowly, his hands moving beneath the fabric of the sweatshirt to rest on your bare skin beneath.
His warm hands touched your cool skin carefully, his fingers grazing over the waistband of your sweatpants. You stiffened more before slowly melting into his touch, your back resting perfectly against his chest. You fit against him perfectly, like you two were made for each other.
Like to universe was trying to tell you that your one true person was here all along and that you should both open your eyes and say something.
Danny repositioned himself, his chin resting on your shoulder as his grip tightened around you ever so slightly. "I'm sorry." He mumbled, his lips grazing over your hair.
Your eyes closed, feeling his closeness before you sighed. "For what?"
"For always letting you go through these days in silence. For not talking to you and not telling you how I truly feel." He paused, sighing softly before he placed a soft kiss on the side of your neck. "Because, honestly, I think I might be in some kind of love with you."
Your breath hitched, your hands slowly moving to rest over his. "Danny," you said softly.
"No, I mean it." Danny's lips mumbled over your neck, leaving a few more soft and sweet kisses on that area. "I'm sorry sick of seeing you like this and I'm so sorry I haven't told you sooner. You, truly, deserve so much more than any of these guys you're going out with can offer. And, I know I not that much better but I'm hoping that just maybe I can show you how you deserve to be treated, how you deserve to be loved and how you deserve to be appreciated."
You shifted slightly, turning around in his grip until you were face to face with him. "Danny."
His left hand moved to your hip, holding it gently before his right hand moved for your face, cradling your cheek gently. Danny tilted your head up, leaning in closer. His gaze flicked from your eyes to your lips before going back to your eyes as he leaned in closer. So close that you could feel his breath on your lips. He hesitated, and gave you the chance to move away just in case. But when you didn't, he closed the gap completely, his lips finding yours in a soft and hesitant first kiss.
You stood stunned for a brief moment before your lips moved with his, your arms wrapping around his neck as you pulled him closer to you. Your lips moved in sync, years of built up tension and lingering looks finally spilling over as your bodies became intertwined in the small kitchen.
Only did you two pull away when you heard the sizzling on the stove, the pot of water for the macaroni and cheese finally boiling over.
"Oh, fuck," you sighed, moving to turn off the stove.
"Leave it," Danny mumbled, "we can clean it later. Right now I just want to show you how much you mean to me." He kissed your lips again, hands gripping your waist. "And let you know that if you wear that black dress again… I can promise it will end up on my bedroom floor."
"Should I go put it on right now?" You teased, kissing his lips quickly.
"That would defeat the purpose of me trying to get you out of your clothes, wouldn't it?" He smirked softly.
Male!Reader x Simon Kalivoda (for obvious reasons, reader and Simon are both 18+) - this is my first time writing x male reader, please go easy on me... ; Happy Pride Month, babes!
Warnings: 18+ mdni, Tension, Maybe some Angst if you Squint, Male!Reader, Yearner!Simon, Maybe kinda Pervy!Simon, Mentions of Alcohol and Drug Use, Smut: Mentions of Making Out, Mentions of Oral (Male!Receiving), Simon having Fantasies about Reader, Let me know if I missed anything!
Word Count: 1,598
This was written for @fredhechingerfrenzy EVERYONE'S A STAR; the prompt was no. 1 obsession - 'please, just tell me it's alright / and tell me i'm your type'. Also this was not super proofread, sorry. lol, i'm working two jobs I cannot be bothered right now.
This is dedicated to my amazing and wonderful best friend @romantic-genocide , happy belated birthday, my love. I adore you, Simon adores you and here is something just for you. <3
"Sucks that Deena and Kate couldn't have made it," Simon sighed, leaning back on the worn couch. The leather creaked beneath the shift, sighing as he sunk deeper into the cushions. "Damn dates. Deena with Sam and Kate with Josh… just leaves us." He turned his head to look at you, smiling a little as he took in your appearance and stared, watching every little movement you made. Taking in every little detail about you from the way your messy hair covered your eyes slightly to the way your zip up hoodie was falling off of your shoulder slightly, the dark gray shirt visible beneath.
You sat sprawled out on the couch beside him, your head resting against the back cushions as your legs dangled off the arm of the couch lazily. You hummed, nodding slightly as you brought the rolled blunt to your lips. Wrapping your lips around the end, you puffed gently, inhaling the smoke before holding it for a few seconds. As you reached out to hand him the blunt, you slowly released the air, a cloud of smoke forming in front of you before it slowly disappeared into thin air.
"Always left behind," you teased as you coughed slightly. "Never able to find love." Your fingers brushed against Simon's as he retrieved the blunt, moving to place it in the ashtray on the side of the couch.
"Never able to find love," Simon repeated, shrugging. "But who needs love? Especially in this economy. All I need is my friends."
"Exactly." You nodded back, sinking back into the couch again. "Speaking of love, though… what ever happened with you and that girl from the cheer squad? Thought you two were going well and then all of a sudden you stopped talking about her and bringing her around." Your head rested on the back of the couch, looking over at him with hazy eyes as the high hit you more.
"Oh, her." Simon looked deep in thought as he sighed, thinking back on the last relationship. The relationship he thought was going well until he realized some things about himself and his… preferences. How she was just filling a void and he didn't like her but more so the thought of her. How someone else was constantly giving him butterflies in his stomach and making his cock twitch more than he wanted to admit, slowly raising at the most inconvenient times. How the slightest of touches and grazes with them could make his whole body vibrate at a different frequency, making his hair stand up on its ends as he tried to regain composure. How the person that did all of this was oblivious to all the tension in the world, and somehow made it worse each time they teased and joked, not understanding the true extent of their words. How that person was his best friend and someone he shouldn't even be in love with… you.
Simon took a deep breath, looking back at you. His eyes met yours, scanning over your face before dropping to your lips and back to your eyes so fast you'd never notice. "We just wanted different things," he lied through his teeth, shrugging. "I wasn't really feeling a full on relationship and she wanted more. It was just hard, especially since she's moving away for college."
"Right, big and fancy university to cheer, right? And you're staying here in Shittyside with me and the other losers. Got any big plans now that we've graduated?"
"Just working." He admitted, but the back of his neck turned pink at your words. Staying here in Shittyside with me and the other losers.
God, he wanted to do so much more with you than just stay in this shitty town. He wanted to stay in your warmth, soaking up your body heat as he pressed against you in a more intimate way than just your knees touching. He wanted to stay with you late into the night, wrapping his arms around you as you shifted in your sleep, lazily tugging him closer until you were nuzzled up against his chest as the soft snores left your body. He wanted to be able to kiss down your body lazily after a long day, mapping out the spots that made you moan and whimper. He wanted to tug your boxers down slowly until your hardened cock popped out, ready for him to kiss and suck so sweetly while your fingers ran through his hair, tugging the locks tightly. He wanted to be the one that helped you through thick and thin, being able to do more than just a best friend could.
Simon wanted to be the one you were in love with.
Simon cleared his throat, reaching for the beer bottle on the coffee table in front of you both. "Figured I'd try to save enough to get out of this place." He took a swig of the beer, his grip tightening around the glass bottle as he did.
"Yeah?" You asked, looking at him. "Where would you try to go?"
"Wherever I could get away. Maybe somewhere warmer. On the west coast, perhaps. Why? Wanna come with me?" He asked, his nerves betraying him for a second. He cleared his throat again, quickly sipping on his beer again to avoid any other comments falling from his lips. To avoid ruining everything with one slip of the tongue.
"West coast, huh?" You asked, grabbing your own beer bottle. "Sounds fun. Sounds peaceful, actually. I love the sun and the water." You took a small swig of the beer, Simon's eyes following your movements. As your lips met the mouth of the bottle, Simon let out a tiny whimper that he was luckily able to hide by taking another sip. God, how he wished your lips were touching his instead of that stupid glass bottle with cheap beer inside he swiped from work. "We should go on vacation this summer. Just hang out, you know? The two of us. Seeing as the others are always gone anyways." You held the beer bottle in your hand, nodding as you looked at him, snapping him out of his thoughts about you and your lips and… other things. "We can go to my grandparent's little cabin by the lake. We could stay for the weekend, swim in the lake and have a fire while the sunsets."
Simon swallowed, looking back at you as he comprehended your words. A vacation… together. Just the two of you. Was there more to that or were you just being nice? Being friendly? Trying to plan something so you two weren't just stuck in your basement drinking and smoking all summer long? Were you secretly confessing your love to him in the form of wanting to spend an entire weekend together with nothing to do but share space and time? And, would that weekend include a shared bed with cuddling and making out to a crappy mix tape? Or would it involve skinny dipping in the lake late after sun down, your bodies becoming tangled beneath the chilling water as your lips collided in
"Yeah." He stuttered out, nodding slightly. "Sounds fun, we should definitely try to plan it out soon. I'm sure I could request the time off for whenever." He quickly finished his beer, downing the rest before setting the bottle down on the table with a soft clink. "You uh, need another?" He asked, nodding towards the empty bottle. You shook your head, taking another drink of yours before looking at him.
"Nah, I'm good right now." You smiled, soft and sweet as you leaned back against the couch cushions with the bottle in your hand. "Thanks, though."
Simon nodded, standing up slowly. He shuffled awkwardly towards the door, adjusting himself in the process while hoping you didn't see his current state. That was one of the curses about being around you… it genuinely seemed like all you had to do was breathe around him and he was suddenly hard. He glanced back, letting out a sigh of relief when he saw your eyes closed, relaxing deeper into the cushions. Simon moved towards the small fridge in the corner of the basement, opening it quickly told retrieve a new beer to help calm his nerves. Or make it worse, he wasn't sure yet. It could go either way with him after being intoxicated.
Walking back towards the couch, Simon tripped over the edge of the rug, trying to catch himself before falling onto the couch… between your legs. His body landed against yours with a soft thud, quickly moving to kneel between your legs.
You stifled a laugh, glancing at him with a raised eyebrow. "You good? I keep telling you to watch for that rug, seems to get you every time. Has an evil vendetta out against you. Must want you dead."
"Please," Simon paused, looking down at you. His hands moved to the back of the couch, resting there behind your head. "Just… tell me it's alright."
You looked up at him, eyes searching his. "Of course it's alright, Si. Why wouldn't it be? Are you alright? Maybe we shouldn't crack open a new beer right now. I think maybe you should lay down for a bit."
He stopped, staring at you as he leaned in slightly, ignoring all of the suggestions you just offered. His voice was now a whisper as his lips ghosted over yours, "and tell me I'm your type?"
The words left his lips so quietly, it's almost as if you had imagined them.
This was written for @fredhechingerfrenzy EVERYONE'S A STAR; the prompt was telephone busy - 'i pulled that tarot card / that one with the mystic heart'. Also this was not super proofread, sorry. lol, i'm working two jobs I cannot be bothered right now.
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Total: $22.74 (2274 words)
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"Okay, knock on the deck three times." Your best friend and roommate, Amelia, spoke as she held out a deck of black and white tarot cards towards you.
"Why?" You asked, leaning forward slightly as you inspected the deck in her hands.
"It puts your energy into the deck and it lets the cards choose you, speak to you and tell you what you need to know, just, trust me." She smiled, her smile both soft and calming in the storm of half opened boxes and unpacked clothing that still needed to find their home within the drawers and plethora of closet space now available. Her presence was grounding among the chaotic elements within the small apartment that you now had keys for, miles and miles away from home and the life you had left behind.
"Okay, okay. I trust you. I always do." Your knuckles tapped on the back of the deck three times, your eyes closing slightly as you did so. "If I didn't trust you, I would have never moved across the country with you on a whim." You teased, sitting back on the plush carpet. Your legs crossed underneath your body, arms resting loosely in your lap as she began to shuffle the deck with a grin.
"I still can't believe you did that, by the way. Left everything—other friends, job, family, crazy ex that was stalking you, and moved with me to a different state and city. My god you are brave." As she spoke, she continued to shuffle the deck, the back and white colors contrasting each other with every shuffle.
A few cards flew out face down, but Amelia didn't move to retrieve them. Not yet. You had watched her do this countless times before to know she didn't look at the cards or stop until they had spoken to her and told her they were done sending her messages. You didn't really seem to understand it much, but it was something she had always done. Amelia shuffled the deck a few more times, one more card flying out before she set the deck down.
"Are you ready?" She asked, glancing up at you.
"As ready as I'll ever be. Considering the last tarot reading you gave me ended up telling me my ex was toxic and I needed to run away from him and everything."
"And aren't you glad you did?" She leaned over, picking the cards up in the order they flew out. She looked at the first one, "huh," before looking at the second one, "oh," and finally looking at the last one, "oh my god!"
You sat back, looking at her with a raised eyebrow. There was something about the tone of her voice and the way she spoke that both scared you and intrigued you. "What?" You asked softly, looking at the cards in her hands before looking up at her.
"Okay, well, somehow this turned into a love reading. I swear, this was not on purpose." Amelia giggled, setting the cards out in front of you both. She pointed towards a card with a tower in center of it, lightning striking it a few times with flames escaping the windows. "The first card is the tower, this is a sudden change card so I'm going to say this is about our move. It's giving this change that will make you realize what you need and don't need in your life."
You nodded slightly, looking at the card as you took in her explanation. "Yeah, okay. That makes sense. But where does the love part come in?"
"Right here, this card is the two of cups." She pointed towards the second card, two cups being held towards each other by two separate people. Their hands held around the cups, free hands reaching towards each other in an intimate gesture. "This card basically means… true love. It represents deep emotional bonds and mutual attractions and partnerships. It's literally the true love card." She looks up at you, her smile growing. "You are going to meet your true love. He is going to come in, sweep you off your feet and show you how you should be treated, unlike your ex who shall not be named."
"Amelia, I sincerely doubt I am going to meet my true love."
"Yeah, I had a feeling you would say that. But look at this card." She pointed towards the last card, an angel in the background with the sun as a couple stood side by side, reaching their hands towards each other. "This is literally the lovers card. It is the ultimate soulmate card, representing soulmate connections, deep harmony and significant romantic choices. I'm telling you girl." Amelia looked up at you, smiling softly. "You left everything and moved here with me… your soulmate and true love is going to show up unexpectedly and sweep you off your feet and show you how you should be loved."
You looked at her, glanced at the cards and looked back at her. "Amelia, I don't think I'm meeting my soulmate anytime soon. I'm not looking for love at all I'm just… looking to find myself while I'm here, you know?"
"I know that but, the universe works in mysterious ways. I think this is the universe telling you that your soulmate is going to help you find yourself and love yourself."
"I just, I don't know. Even if I did meet anyone, I'm not looking for a relationship."
"I think you should keep an open mind, you never know when someone is going to show up in your life." There was a knock on the door echoed through the living room, pulling you both out of the conversation about the tarot cards spread across the floor. Amelia gasped, looking up at you. "That could be him! That could be your soulmate and the love of your life!"
You laughed, shaking your head as you stood up. "That's actually the pizza that I ordered for us before we started this. Remember?" You grabbed some cash from the counter, making your way towards the front door. "Besides, it's probably some teenager that hates his life and is just trying to make extra money. I doubt my soulmate is on the other side of the door."
"Yeah, but if it is your soulmate, I get dibs on being the maid of honor at the wedding. The tarot cards never lie, remember that." She winked, looking back down at the cards spread out before her.
"Yeah, sure." You reached for the door handle, unlocking it quickly before opening it slowly.
"Hey, Greg. Looks like you switched it up today. Went for a pepperoni instead of a supreme? And added breadsticks, what a wild night you have planned. And—oh," the man standing on the other side of the door finally looked up from the receipt, his eyes meeting yours. He looked you up and down quickly, taking you in fully before making eye contact again. "Shit. You're not Greg. My bad."
You giggled softly, leaning against the door frame as you did. "I am in fact not Greg, very sorry to disappoint."
"Oh, please, no disappointment here. He was kind of an ass who never tipped and ordered pizza from us like every other day."
You smiled at that, gaze roaming over him as he unzipped the bag that held the warm and fresh pizza and breadsticks. Your head tilted to the side slowly, taking his appearance in fully. The messy, dirty blonde hair was covered with the visor, the words The Pizza King embroidered on it. The short stubble of a beard and mustache that looked like there was an attempt to keep cleanly shaven but was definitely not working out too well. The soft, blue eyes that were so focused on the task at hand, his tongue was peeking out of this mouth ever so slightly. So slightly that had you not been looking, you wouldn't have noticed. The baggy blue jeans, the simple black top with the same logo as the visor embroidered on the front, a small, silver name tag on the side that read Daniel standing out against the black fabric.
"So, you new here or does Greg just have some really pretty daughter I should know about?" The man, or Daniel, asked. He removed the boxes from the bag, looking up at you. "Because you look nothing like my least favorite customer." He teased, a crooked grin growing on his face.
You smiled at his joke, deciding to joke back. "Wouldn't you like to know? If we were related, I would have hoped he'd tell me about the cute, mysterious pizza delivery driver that seems to know his order by heart."
Daniel grinned wider at that, a small chuckle leaving his lips. "Take it you just moved in?" He asked, holding the two boxes your way.
"Indeed. My friend and I did. Moved all the way from Wisconsin to big scary California. Hope I fit in at least a bit around here." You took the boxes from his hands gently, your fingers brushing his as you did. The hair on your arm stood up slightly, a small electric shock moving through your body as your fingertips touched his. You pulled back slightly, clearing your throat as you did. "Just getting used to the city and seeing everything in it."
Daniel nodded, smiling slightly. "A midwestern girl, huh? Welcome to LA." He said softly, feeling the same electric shock and current run through his body as you touched. "Here, let me give you my number, if you want. You can text me about anything; I can show you what pizza places to stay away from around here and where you can get the best breakfast bagel." He reached for a pen from his pocket, scribbling his number down on the back of receipt. "My name's Danny, by the way. My grandma says Daniel was more professional but I honestly hate how formal it sounds." He tucked the receipt under the box of breadsticks, looking up at you.
"Danny, huh? Nice to meet you." You replied, handing him the cash from your hand as you mentioned your name. Your fingers met again, only this time the spark was almost visible as you both leaned into the touch, not afraid to move away. He thanked you, taking the cash before reaching for change in his bag. "Don't worry about it, the rest is yours." You said, stopping his movements.
He looked up at you, smiling slightly. "You sure?"
"Positive."
"Well, now I know you're definitely not related to Greg. Most he's tipped me is a 'hey, son, why don't you trim your beard a little?' Have a good night, by the way. And if you order from us again, might I recommend the cinnamon twists? Perfect on a stormy LA night like tonight."
"Cinnamon twists," you repeated, nodding as you did so. "Hey? Thanks, Danny. I might just take you up on that offer to show me where the best breakfast bagel is… I'm a sucker for an egg and cheese on an everything bagel."
"Noted. I shall gather my list of things to do and not do and what to avoid around here… so long as you choose to text me." He teased, leaning against the wall slightly. "Well, I suppose I should probably get back to regularly scheduled shift… but, it was really nice to meet you," Danny smiled, saying your name one more time with a grin on his face. It felt natural and right coming out of mouth, and as much as he enjoyed saying it… you enjoyed hearing it.
"Yeah, nice to meet you too." You smiled, blushing slightly as he looked at you one last time before turning to walk back down the hall towards the stairs.
You stood in the doorway for a brief second, the pizza boxes in your hands forgotten as you watched Danny walk farther down the hall until he had disappeared completely. You sighed, leaning against the doorway before you heard a voice in your ear.
"But he's not your soulmate or the love of your life, right?" Amelia asked, smirking as she reached for the pizza boxes.
You shook your head slightly and looked at her, the blush creeping back to your face and neck. "Shut up," you mumbled, following her back into the apartment.
"Look, all I'm saying is you two hit it off pretty well. You were joking and laughing with each other and it's pretty obvious that you two liked each other. Text him, give him a chance and call me when he proposes." She handed you the receipt with the phone number before she moved towards the kitchen with the two boxes, smirking as she did.
You sighed, smiling at the thought as you pulled out your phone. Quickly entering his number, you created a contact before sending a quick text.
You: Hey, Danny! I'm texting you so you have my number and to say it was super nice to meet you!
Danny: Oh, hey beautiful! It was nice to meet you too. I'm glad you texted me. Are you free tomorrow morning for some of the best egg and cheese bagels you've ever had? I can pick you up at 10? :)
"Pick you up at ten, huh?" Amelia asked, looking over your shoulder as she took a bite of a slice of pizza. "But, yeah, he's not your soulmate, huh?"
"Shut up…" you mumbled, smiling as you moved your phone from her view.
Amelia was right… wasn't she? Tarot cards never lie…
punkrockmlchael ice cream blurb parlor- fred hechinger characters
I am wanting to get my feet wet into writing for some of fred hechinger’s characters and I feel like this might be the best way…!
The ice cream parlor is open for some new characters! Place your order in the ask box, here!!
Your order could look a little something like this “Strawberry ice cream double scoop with nerds and gummy worms!” Add any extras you’d like, I’ll see what I (and the boys) can do to accommodate any and all orders!
Thank you and happy ordering—Danny, Jason, Caracalla and Simon are ready to get their feet wet in terms of ice cream scooping! (Wish me luck with these boys…)
Order Sheet (Masterlist) is here!
*I should note, these will typically be x fem!reader unless otherwise requested, I will do my best to accommodate any and all orders but please be aware that some might take some time as I do work full time! Thank you for your love and understanding!<3*
Warnings: 18+ mdni, Fluff, Fem!Reader, At a Wedding, Talks of Wedding and Marriage, Smut: Some Kissy Kissy, Grinding and Humping, Some Degrading Name Calling, a Quickie in the Bathroom, Unprotected PinV, Creampie, I don't think I'm Missing Anything?
Word Count: 1528
This was written for @fredhechingerfrenzy DANIEL MARKOWITZ ; the prompt was hands. also this was not super proofread so i'm so sorry if there are any mistakes - i'm working two jobs i cannot be bothered and this is already lateeee! (but thank you @keeryhours + @romantic-genocide for reading this over smooches)
"You're getting bold," you mumbled, fingers tightening their grip around Danny's hands.
He huffed, his breath hot on your neck as his hands rubbed against the silk fabric of your dress. "Can't help it." He whispered before placing a soft kiss below your ear. "You look too good in that dress. Besides, no one is watching us, they're all watching the cute new married couple dance around and get all handsy. Because apparently at weddings that's acceptable."
"You're right." You glanced over at your cousin and her now husband as they danced against each other in the middle of the crowded dance floor. The lines between appropriate and promiscuous blurred as it was their night to celebrate their love. Or whatever it was they were celebrating.
"Yeah, so let's leave early." Danny suggested, nipping at your neck as his hands moved up your body. They found your chest slowly, giving a small squeeze to your breasts as he pulled your body closer to his. As he tugged you closer, you could feel his erection poking your ass. He grinned when he heard you gasp, his voice dropping lower so only you could hear it among the crowded room and loud music. "Please, baby girl? I need you." His hips jutted forward slowly, showing you how much he truly needed you in the moment.
"I can't leave," you groaned out, pushing back against his hips. "I'm the maid of honor, I can't leave until the wedding is over or they leave for their honeymoon. Whichever comes first."
Danny frowned, his teeth grazing over your neck again. "But baby," he whined, biting down on your neck. His right hand trailed down your stomach, cupping your heat through the silk fabric before finding its place on your hip.
"Don't but me, I can feel you. I know you're horny." You whispered back, grinding back against him playfully to tease him. "You never get this handsy unless you're extremely horny."
"Bitch," he gasped out. "That's not fair and you know it." His hips moved forward again, grinding back at a steady pace.
"Life's not fair." You looked around the room before turning in his arms with a small grin. "How about I make you a deal." Your arms moved around his neck as your lips ghosted over his gently.
"A deal?" He smirked, his lips touching yours softly. "I'm listening."
"How about a quickie. Think that can hold you over until after the wedding?"
"It might hold me over," Danny replied, looking down at you. "But, where? Everyone's going to see us go into the same bathroom." His eyes moved towards the bathroom behind the dance floor, in full view of everyone. "Not really many places to have a quickie here."
"There's a bathroom in the bridal suite." Your fingers wrapped around his tie, tugging it gently as you led him towards the bridal suite, away from all the eyes that were now watching your cousin and her husband take shots together in the middle of the dance floor.
"You're evil, you know that? We could just go home and have sex in our own bed but no, we're about to have a quickie in the bathroom your cousin used to get ready for her wedding today."
"Daniel," your voice came out stern as you looked at him. "We both know you cannot wait until we get home. Even if we left right now, we would doing a quickie in the car to hold you over."
He opened his mouth to argue but no words came out. Because you were right on so many levels. And part of him just couldn't admit that to you—he didn't want you to know you had him in the palm of your hands right now.
Your grip tightened on his tie as you drug him deeper into the venue, down the winding halls until you reached the door to the bridal suite. "You're sure about this?" He asked softly, glancing around the hall as you pushed the door open.
"Everyone is watching the happy couple. And, there's two bathrooms attached to this room. We just pick one and lock the door." You tugged Danny into the room, leading him towards the bathroom in the corner. "Besides," you leaned closer, kissing his lips softly. "I'm wearing your favorite lace underwear."
"The red one?" He asked, his hands finding your hips as he pulled you closer. You nodded, giggling as he pinned you to the back of the bathroom door.
"I think you've persuaded me enough." Danny kissed up your neck, his right hand moving down your body. His fingers grazed over your thigh, pushing your dress up slowly as he did so. "This dress looks amazing on you," he mumbled into your ear. "But I can't wait to see it on the floor later tonight."
His fingers danced up your thigh, moving towards your core slowly. You groaned slightly as he rubbed you through the thin, lace fabric, his thumb adding pressure to your clit as his middle and ring finger slid over the slick fabric.
"Danny," you moaned, hips jutting forward slightly to meet his movements.
"You're so wet, baby girl," he smirked, kissing up your jaw slightly. "Looks like I'm not the only one that's horny." His fingers pushed your panties to the side, the cool air making you shiver.
"Shut up. You've been grinding against me for the last hour, of course I'm horny."
"Is that all it takes?" Danny asked, his middle finger sliding through your slick folds. You moaned louder, gasping when his finger swirled around the entrance, pushing into you slowly. "Looks like that's my answer." He added confidently. "Look at you, such a little slut—moaning and groaning just from my fingers in the bathroom of your cousin's wedding."
"Danny, shut the fuck up," you whined, your dominant hand sliding down his suit. Your fingers messed with his belt, undoing it with ease. "Just fuck me, please?" You begged, undoing his pants with slight struggle.
Your words sent a jolt through his body, his cock twitching beneath the fabric of his pants. "If you keep begging like that I'll fuck you so hard that you'll be screaming my name for everyone to hear."
You gasped as he pushed his body closer towards you. Your opposite hand moved down his body again, easily unbuttoning his pants before pushing them down slowly. "Please? Need you," you mumbled, kissing his neck softly as his hardened cock sprung out.
"Need you too, baby girl." Danny mumbled back, his left hand resting under your right thigh. He lifted it up, holding it against his waist as he pushed your panties to the side more, giving him the space he needed. He slid his tip through the slick folds, pushing into you slowly. He grunted softly at the feeling, your walls engulfing his length fully.
"Fuck, Danny, you're so big."
He groaned, twitching inside of you at your words. "Fuck, baby girl, you're always so tight." His speed picked up slightly, his thrusts growing faster. "Perfect for me. Like you were made for me." You moaned louder, walls clenching around him as he spoke.
"Yeah," you grinned, tugging him closer by his tie once again. Your lips crashed into his hungrily, moving in sync with his. "I love you."
Danny smiled, kissing you back. He bit down on your bottom lip, tugging it gently. "I love you too, baby. I just can't wait until our wedding so we can try to sneak away and have a quickie like this." His thrusts kept a steady speed, his grip on your thigh tightening as he tugged you closer to him. "Fuck you in the room you got ready to take my last name in."
"You wanna marry me?" You asked, feeling a flutter in your stomach as you clenched around him again.
"Of fucking course I do." Danny kissed your neck softly, biting down on the skin roughly. "Can't wait to call you Mrs. Markowitz."
You gasped, head moving to the side to give him more access. "Mrs. Markowitz, huh? I like the sound of that."
"Mrs. Markowitz. Mrs. Daniel Markowitz." His thrusts turned sloppy, indicating he was closer to his high. "Take my last name in front of everyone before I wreck you in private."
You moaned again, clenching around him with a whine. "You're gonna make me yours, huh?"
"That's the plan, baby girl." Danny thrusted deep, releasing within your walls as he did so. "Make you mine and keep you forever."
"Fuck, I can't wait to be yours forever." You moaned out before releasing around him. "When's the wedding?"
"Woah, baby, let me propose first?" He teased, thrusting a few more times to help you both ride out your highs. "I have it all planned out, I swear."
"Sure you do." You smiled, pulling him in for another kiss.
He kissed you back, grinning into the kiss. "I do, I swear."
But if there was one thing you knew about Danny: he never had anything planned out. The only thing he really knew was that he loved you and never wanted to lose you.
sometimes i start talking to people and we’re like “let’s be friends!” and then the conversation will naturally die and i don’t know how to go back and say hi bc like what if they chose to stop talking to me 🧍🏻♀️ idk i fear no one likes me
2 jobs has been kicking my ass lately but I’m working on an Eddie smutty fic for a fic exchange I’m in as well as working on something for Danny month for @fredhechingerfrenzy 🥹
punkrockmlchael ice cream blurb parlor order sheet (masterlist) - fred hechinger characters
here’s all the orders completed so far for the ice cream blurb parlor (fred hechinger characters edition) this will constantly be updated as i write more!
you can check out the ice cream blurb parlor here!
daniel markowitz (thelma)
✰ first time - double scoop of strawberry ice cream in a cup with whipped cream, snickers and mini m&ms (scoopers choice) ; smut 18+ | daniel markowitz x best friend fem!reader | friends to lovers | idiots in love | first time (for daniel and reader) | wc: around 4.8k | after finding out the real reason allie broke up with danny, you decide to help him out in any way you can
✰ tacos on the beach - strawberry ice cream in a cup with whipped cream and snickers ; fluff | daniel markowitz x fem!reader | friends to lovers | idiots in love | wc: 603 | your taco bell date night on the beach doesn’t come without some flirting
✰ one call away - double scoop of strawberry ice cream with mini m&ms (scooper's choice) ; smut 18+ | daniel markowitz x fem!reader | phone sex | wc: around 1.6k | after a week apart, you and danny have a phone call and catch up
✰ you’re the only one - double scoop of strawberry ice cream with crushed oreos ; smut 18+ | daniel markowitz x fem!reader | drunken confession | friends to lovers | wc: around 2.8k | after a drunken confession, you and danny find out some secrets that you both share *written for fredhechingerfrenzy
jason hochberg (hell of a summer)
✰ let me help, please? - cookies and cream ice cream in a cup with nerds ; fluff | jason hochberg x fem!reader | second chance love | wc: around 1.4k | jason came back to camp pineway to take care of his unfinished business... you
✰ drunk in love - double scoop of cookies and cream ice cream with crushed oreos ; smut 18+ | jason hochberg x fem!reader | friends to lovers | drunken confession | wc: 2.3k |you help jason cut loose and have some fun during counselor weekend
✰ meet me at our spot - double scoop of cookies and cream ice cream in a cup with peanut butter cups ; smut 18+ and fluff | jason hochberg x fem!reader | secretly dating | wc: around 1.3k | you receive a letter from your secret lover to meet him at your spot
✰ make a wish - cookies and cream ice in a cup with snickers ; fluff | jason hochberg x fem!reader | idiots in love | wc: around 1.1k | you and jason sneak away for some time alone and find out your wishes have come true
✰ thirsty for attention, hungry for your love - cookies and cream ice cream in a cup witch snickers ; slight angst and fluff | jason hochberg x fem!reader | idiots in love | friends to lovers | co-workers to lovers | enemies (it's a small rivalry) to lovers | wc: around 2.7k | once your best friend, jason has been holding a one sided grudge with you *written for fredhechingerfrenzy
✰ the broken rule - double scoop of cookies and cream with gummy worms and caramel ; smut 18+ | pervy!jason hochberg x fem!reader | forced proximity | one bed (tent) trope | wc: around 12.5k (oops) | jason broke his number one rule when it comes to camp pineway
✰ happy birthday, daddy! - cookies and cream ice cream in a cup with mini m&ms (scooper's choice) ; fluff | dad!jason hochberg x fem mom!reader | married with children | wc: around 2.5k | jason's birthday is always perfect... because of you and your kids *written for fredhechingerfrenzy
✰ gotta be quiet - double scoop of cookies and cream ice cream with peanutb butter cups ; smut | jason hochberg x fem!reader | secretly daating | wc: around 1.6k | if you want to have fun, jason needs you to stay quiet *written for fredhechingerfrenzy
emperor caracalla (gladiator 2)
✰ midnight tea - butter pecan ice cream in a cup with caramel ; fluff | emperor caracalla x fem servant!reader | forced proximity | wc: around 1k | you are the one caracalla calls on when he needs someone, so you bring him his midnight tea and talk with him
✰ caracalla's first love - butter pecan ice cream in a cup with chocolate shell and mini m&ms (scooper's choice) ; fluff | emperor caracalla x fem empress!reader | arranged marriage | wc: around 1.6k | marrying caracalla meant that the union had you, caracalla and dondas *written for fredhechingerfrenzy
✰ you taste divine - double scoop of butter pecan ice cream in a cup with mini m&ms (scooper's choice) ; smut 18+ and fluff | emperor caracalla x fem empress!reader | period sex | wc: around 1.5k | emperor carcalla learns about his empress' monthly gift *written for fredhechingerfrenzy
simon kalivoda (fear street 1994)
✰ check me? - double scoop of pistachio almond ice cream with nerds ; smut 18+ | simon kalivoda x fem!reader | second chance love | wc: around 2.7k | stuck with simon, you check each other for sam's blood and make up for some lost time
✰ need a favor - pistachio almond ice cream in a cup with caramel ; fluff | simon kalivoda x fem!reader | forced proximity | comfort | wc: around 1.6k | when your shitty day gets worse, you turn to simon for a favor
✰ make yourself at home - pistachio almond ice cream in a cup with crushed nuts and peanut butter cups ; fluff | simon kalivoda x fem!reader | secretly dating | wc: around 3.4k | an unlikely pairing, you and simon secretly start to see each other after the events of the skull mask killing
