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[snoopyharrington]

mdni/18+ only | anti-AI and always will be | queer, fuck ICE, free palestine

she/her | 28 | down bad for steve harrington + always wondering what joe keery is up to

lovergirl, happy endings only, flash mountain truther, wishing i was gator tillman's vape <3

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[snoopyharrington]

sometimes I come on here, convince myself everyone hates me, and then immediately log my ass off <3

[snoopyharrington]

ty guys for being sweet <3 sometimes I can feel myself being dramatic but I will say insecurities don’t fade just bc you’re only being perceived through a screen instead of irl, if that makes sense??? like ….. I wish I could just post my writing and not worry about the “”””politics””” of tumblr. and what a silly sentence that is!!!!!

I’m not trying to be woe is me or look for attention or anything of the sort!!! just voicing my feelings on my silly blog!

[snoopyharrington]

sometimes I come on here, convince myself everyone hates me, and then immediately log my ass off <3

[anxietyatthecoffeeeshop]

Rings

[kairosrhys]

Which one is your favourite? 😊

[snoopyharrington]

woke up to a message from bells about new pics and an interview and my immediate response was NOOOOOOOOO

[snoopyracing]

djo for rolling stone japan

[snoopyharrington]

hello <3 what’s up

[djolover2929]

this picture has me absolutely fucking feral

[frootybb]

Roommate Revenue

Kurt Kunkle x roommate!Reader

Summary: Financially desperate and years into mutual pining, shy influencer Kurt Kunkle and his roommate decide to start an OnlyFans channel together. What begins as an awkward “just for the money” arrangement slowly unravels months of built-up sexual tension, leading to increasingly explicit roommate porn that neither of them can resist.

Word count: 2.7K

Warnings: NSFW, smut, oral sex (m/receiving), shy/anxious Kurt, mutual pining, slow burn to smut, roommate AU

A/N: first time writing Kurt… kinda nervous

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Seven months of living with Kurt Kunkle had taught you two things: he was endearingly shy, and he was a walking disaster when it came to money.

It started innocently enough. You’d answered his Craigslist ad for a roommate after your old place flooded. Kurt was this lanky, greasy-haired guy in oversized hoodies who barely made eye contact during the interview. He’d rambled about his “content creator journey”, rideshare streams where he talked to the dashboard camera about society, awkward unboxing videos of cheap tech gadgets, and late-night rants about how the world ignored “real authenticity.” You thought he was harmless, cute, even.

The mutual pining crept in slowly, then all at once.

It was the little things at first. Kurt would leave coffee made for you on mornings he knew you had early shifts, scribbling shy little notes on post-its: Hope your day isn’t too bad :). You’d catch him staring when you came home from work, still in your barista apron, his eyes lingering on the way your shirt clung from the heat. He’d look away instantly, ears red, mumbling something about editing.

You weren’t innocent either. Late at night you’d lie in bed replaying the sound of his soft voice through the thin walls as he practiced his streams. The way he’d knock gently on your door around midnight, offering half his leftover takeout “because it’s going to go bad anyway.” Your fingers would brush when you took the container, and the spark felt electric. You started wearing shorter sleep shorts just to see if he’d notice. He always did, swallowing hard and finding sudden reasons to retreat to his room.

There were almost-moments. One night after a particularly bad day, you found him on the couch spiraling about his failing channel. You sat close, closer than necessary and rested your head on his shoulder for comfort. Kurt froze, breath catching, but eventually his arm came around you awkwardly. Neither of you moved for nearly an hour. You could feel his heart hammering.

Another time, you walked in on him fresh out of the shower, towel slung low on his hips. He yelped, clutching the towel, but not before you saw the trail of dark hair leading down and the flush spreading across his chest. “S-sorry!” he stammered, but his eyes had dropped to your chest for a split second. You pretended not to notice how hard he was breathing.

The tension simmered constantly, stolen glances in the kitchen, lingering hugs that lasted a beat too long when one of you had a rough day, the way he’d compliment your laugh during movie nights but immediately backtrack like he’d said too much.

Meanwhile, the bills piled up.

Kurt’s rideshare gigs were inconsistent at best. Half the time he came home defeated, muttering about rude passengers or low tips. His streaming channel? Maybe 200 dedicated followers who mostly showed up to troll him. “Kurt Kunkle’s World” wasn’t catching on, no matter how many hours he spent editing in the dark living room, blue light glowing on his anxious face.

Your barista job covered groceries and your half of rent, but barely. Then came the triple whammy: your hours got cut, Kurt’s car needed a $600 repair, and the landlord hiked rent by $200. One night you found him at the kitchen table at 2 a.m., hoodie sleeves over his hands, staring at a final notice from the power company. His laptop showed a rejected sponsorship email.

“I’m sorry,” he whispered when you sat across from him. His voice cracked. “I keep thinking if I just push harder… get the right angle, the right content… but nothing works. People don’t want real anymore.”

You reached across and touched his wrist. He jolted like you’d shocked him, but didn’t pull away. Tension crackled in the quiet apartment, the kind that had been building for months. Unspoken want. Shared desperation. The way his breath hitched when your thumb brushed his skin.

“Kurt,” you said gently, “we’re fucked if we don’t do something drastic.”

He looked up, eyes wide and vulnerable behind his messy curls. “Like what?”

You hesitated. The idea had been floating in your head for weeks, born from scrolling late-night TikTok and overhearing customers talk about side hustles. But saying it out loud to him felt dangerous.

“What if we made an OnlyFans?”

The silence was deafening. Kurt’s face went scarlet. He stared at you, mouth opening and closing, ears burning red. For a moment you thought he’d bolt to his room and never speak to you again.

“W-with… me?” His voice was barely audible. “You mean… like… adult content? Us?”

“Yeah.” You kept your tone casual even as your heart raced. “Roommate stuff is huge. The ‘we’re just friends but the tension is obvious’ angle. You’re naturally cute and awkward on camera — people eat that up. I’m comfortable with my body. We split everything 50/50. No pressure, no strings… unless we want them.”

He swallowed hard, eyes dropping to the table. But you saw the way his thighs shifted, the subtle press of his hand against his lap. The tension thickened. Months of stolen glances, late-night conversations where you both danced around the obvious chemistry, nights where you’d lie in bed wondering if he was touching himself thinking about you in the next room. (He was. You’d heard the muffled sounds once or twice.)

“I… I’ve never…” Kurt mumbled. “Not on camera. Not with anyone I—” He cut himself off, flushing deeper. “You’d really let me touch you? For this?”

The vulnerability in his voice made your stomach flip. Not just financial need anymore. This was crossing a line you both had been eyeing for months.

-

The decision didn’t happen that night. Tension simmered for three more days.

Kurt avoided you at first, hiding in his room, editing old footage with headphones on. But the power notice glared from the fridge. You ate cold cereal for dinner. He came home from a bad driving shift soaked from rain, looking defeated. That night you both sat on the sagging couch watching a movie neither of you cared about, the space between you charged like static.

Halfway through, his knee brushed yours. Neither moved away. When you turned to say something, his eyes were already on you, dark, hungry, terrified. “I can’t stop thinking about it,” he admitted in a rush. “The idea. You and me. It’s… it’s too much. But we need the money and I… I want to. With you.”

You leaned in slowly, giving him time to pull back. He didn’t. The first kiss was hesitant, soft lips, shaky breath, his hand hovering at your waist like he was afraid to claim it. When you deepened it, sliding into his lap, Kurt whimpered. Actually whimpered. His hands finally settled on your hips, gripping like you were a lifeline.

That kiss stretched into heavy making out, clothes half-pulled aside, grinding and panting until you were both too worked up to pretend it was just “for the channel.” But you stopped before it went further. “Save it for the camera,” you whispered against his mouth. “Make it real.”

Kurt nodded, dazed and painfully hard beneath you. “Okay. Yeah. Let’s… let’s do it.”

-

Before filming, you spent an evening setting up the channel together on your shared laptop. Kurt sat unusually close, his thigh pressed against yours as you created the account.

“We need a good username,” he said, voice still shy but excited. “Something that screams roommate vibes but isn’t too obvious.”

After tossing ideas back and forth, giggling over increasingly ridiculous ones you settled on KurtsWorldWithHer. It kept his original brand vibe while making it clear you were now part of his world.

For the bio, Kurt typed carefully, cheeks pink:

“Two broke roommates turning tension into content. Shy boy meets bold girl in KurtsWorld. Real chemistry, real firsts, real messy feelings. Exclusive videos weekly. 50/50 split but 100% real. DMs open for requests. #RoommateGoals”

You added a winking emoji and made him blush harder.

The profile picture was a carefully cropped shot you took together: Kurt in his black hoodie looking flustered, you in a tank top leaning against his shoulder, both smiling at the camera with just enough skin showing to be suggestive without being explicit. Kurt kept adjusting the crop “so it looks natural but hot.”

By the end, Kurt was vibrating with nervous energy, leg bouncing. “This is actually happening. People are gonna see us. Together.”

You squeezed his hand. “Only the parts we want them to see. And we’re in this together.”

-

The first video took two days to film because Kurt kept overthinking.

He set up the ring light and tripod in the living room like it was a blockbuster production, adjusting angles obsessively. “Lighting has to be flattering,” he muttered, ears pink. “And the framing — people like authenticity but not ugly authenticity.” You wore a thin tank top and panties. He stayed in his black t-shirt and gray sweatpants. The second you stepped into frame, his hands trembled on the remote.

“Kurt,” you said softly, stepping close enough to feel the heat radiating off him. “We can stop anytime. This is just us.”

He looked at you like you’d hung the moon. “I’ve wanted this for months. Since you moved in. Every time you laughed at my dumb videos or made coffee for both of us… I felt pathetic for how much I liked it. And now we’re here because we’re broke and I still can’t believe you chose me for this.”

The camera started rolling. Red light blinking.

You cupped his face, thumbs brushing his burning cheeks. “Hey… kiss me, Kurt. Like you mean it this time.”

He leaned in, lips trembling against yours at first, soft, tentative, almost too gentle. His breath hitched when you parted your lips and invited his tongue. The kiss deepened slowly. Kurt’s hands slid up your sides, shaky but gaining confidence as you moaned into his mouth. He tasted like the mint gum he’d nervously chewed earlier.

“God… you feel so good,” he whispered against your lips, voice cracking. “So warm. I— I’ve dreamed about this.”

You straddled his lap on the couch, grinding down against the obvious bulge in his sweatpants. Kurt gasped sharply, hips bucking up involuntarily. “Fuck— sorry, I didn’t mean to— you’re just… really turning me on right now.”

You tugged his shirt off, revealing his lean, pale chest. Kurt’s hands finally grew bolder, sliding under your tank top to cup your bare breasts. His thumbs circled your hardening nipples, pinching lightly when you arched into him.

“Is this okay?” he asked breathlessly, eyes wide. “They’re so soft… perfect. Can I taste them?”

You nodded, pulling your top off. Kurt latched onto one nipple immediately, sucking greedily while his other hand kneaded the other breast. Wet, obscene sounds filled the room as his tongue flicked rapidly. You moaned loudly for the camera, threading fingers through his greasy hair.

“Yes, Kurt— just like that. You’re so good with your mouth already.”

He whimpered at the praise, switching sides, sucking harder. His free hand slipped down, rubbing you through your soaked panties. “You’re wet,” he murmured in disbelief, voice muffled against your skin. “For me. Holy shit.”

You slid off his lap and knelt between his spread thighs. Kurt’s eyes were huge as you pulled his sweatpants and boxers down, freeing his throbbing cock, thick, veined, already leaking precum at the flushed tip.

“Fuck, look at you,” you purred, stroking him slowly from base to head. “So hard for your roommate.”

Kurt’s head fell back, a broken moan escaping. “Please— I don’t know how long I’ll last. You’re too hot on your knees like that.”

You took him into your mouth, tongue swirling around the head before sinking deeper, relaxing your throat. Kurt’s hand flew to your hair, not pushing, just gripping desperately.

“Oh my god— your mouth is so warm and wet— fuck— I can feel your tongue…” He panted heavily, hips twitching. “Slower, baby, please— I’m gonna cum if you keep doing that thing with your throat.”

You didn’t slow down. You bobbed faster, hollowing your cheeks, one hand cupping his balls while the other pumped what you couldn’t fit. Kurt’s thighs shook.

“I’m close— I’m so close— can I cum in your mouth? Please let me cum in your mouth—”

You hummed approval around him. Kurt came with a loud, pathetic cry, hips jerking as thick ropes of cum flooded your throat. You swallowed every drop, pulling off with a wet pop and licking your lips for the camera.

He stared down at you, dazed and flushed. “That was… incredible. You’re incredible.”

-

The video titled “Shy Roommate Finally Snaps. First Time Crossing the Line” exploded. $1,400 in 48 hours. Enough to pay the electric bill and buy real groceries.

-

The videos kept coming, each one peeling back another layer of tension. Kurt and you explored all kinds of content: teasing “accidental” walk-in showers where Kurt would get flustered and hard on camera; long, intimate nights of him eating you out on the kitchen counter while wearing his old streaming headset; risky quickies in the car after his rideshare shifts; even soft dom/sub dynamics where you praised him as a “good shy boy” while riding him slow and deep. You guys even tried light bondage with his hoodie sleeves tied around your wrists, sensory play with ice cubes from the freezer, and plenty of creampie-focused videos that fans begged for.

Six months later the channel KurtsWorldWithHer had nearly 200k subscribers. Kurt still got anxious in public when fans recognized you two. Like the time a barista whispered “I love your videos” while handing over coffee, making his face burn crimson as he mumbled a shy “thank you” and hid behind his hoodie. Or when a group of fans at the grocery store asked for a selfie, and Kurt’s hand trembled holding the phone while you laughed and played it cool. He’d get quiet and clingy afterward, needing reassurance that you were still his safe space, but it also turned him on in private, the thrill of being seen with you.

At home he was addicted to you, to the work, to finally being seen. After one particularly intense shoot, he curled into your chest, soft and clingy again. “I love you,” he whispered. “Not just for the channel. For everything.”

You kissed his head. “Love you too, Kurt. My favorite cam boy.”

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[bearwithegg]

Thanks for coming to my ted talk guys ✨🫶

[bbgbelle]

having a threesome with steve and ur friend

when steve had first suggested a threesome to you, you were hesitant. having to share your perfect boyfriend with someone else? having him touching someone else, making them feel good right in front of you? you’re not very big on sharing. but when he tells you he had been talking to one of your friends about it, the same girl you used to touch yourself to the thought of before you had met steve, and they both wanted to make it all about you? well, you couldn’t say no to that. now you’re stuck between them, her hands are on your thighs, keeping them pried apart as she buries her face in your cunt, lapping at your soaked folds while you’re settled back against steve’s chest, feeling his bulge hidden away by his boxers pressing against your ass. his big hands are squeezing at your tits while you throw your head back on his shoulder in pleasure, moaning at the feeling of them both touching you all over. “fuck…” you whimper as she lifts your legs onto her shoulders to dive in deeper, her tongue prodding your leaky hole and licking up your arousal. steve kisses up and down your neck and shoulders, leaving saliva and blooming marks in his wake. “that feels good, doesn’t it baby? you gonna tell her how good she’s making you feel?” he coaxes you and you nod, eyes squeezing shut as you roll your hips against your friend’s face. steve pinches your nipples with his large hands and you moan. “feels… so- uhh- so good.” and once she makes you cum all over her face, they’re switching positions. steve’s in front of you now and finally naked, positioning his cock at your entrance like he’s done many times before, but this time with an audience. “you can take one more, can’t you?” you’ve already come on your friend’s fingers, then steve’s fingers, then his face, then her face, and now steve’s dick was pushing inside of you to hopefully bring you to a fifth orgasm of the night. you moan the deeper he pushes himself inside, fingers digging into steve’s shoulders and letting your back arch instinctively. your friend curls up on the bed beside you, taking one of your hands and guiding it between her thighs to her own dripping wet pussy. she shows you how to finger her while steve pounds into you, filling you so deep. your friend cums around your fingers, moaning your name, and steve cums inside of you the same moment your body shudders with your own orgasm. your friend helps you up, settling you onto her thigh. “time for just you and me to make each other feel good.” she whispers, her hands tracing up your bare body. “what about steve?” you ask, looking over at your boyfriend as he collapses back on the pillows, chest heaving while your friend licks a stripe up your neck. “he can watch.” and you’re absolutely ruined by the time they’re both done with you.

[snoopymania]

[snoopyharrington]

hi angel !!! can i request flowers + librarian reader x steve or travis 🩷🩷

writing this for our bleach blonde king just bc this is the only travis request i got </333

prompt #1. flowers

pairing: librarian!reader x travis "teacake" meacham

word count: 1.3k

spring + summer prompts are closed for now since i currently have a bunch to catch up on!!

To no one's surprise, the state doesn't do much for people who recently got out of prison.

Once your paperwork is processed (which, if Teacake's being honest, made him feel more like a cattle being prepared for slaughter than a human being getting released back into the real world), the jail gives you $20, the clothes you came in with, and then... that's it.

His freedom, of course, is conditional. He has to have a place to stay and a job, which is why he's working these shitty overnight shifts at a 24-hour storage facility. When he meets with his parole officer, he has to piss in a cup and pass a drug test, and, most importantly, can't get in any legal trouble whatsoever.

Teacake thinks he's doing a pretty good job of that so far.

Seriously.

In a previous, pre-prison life, he may have already let some dipshit talk him into accidentally committing another crime, but Teacake's been keeping busy. There's not a ton of stuff to do when you're broke and saving every penny you've got to move off of your cousin's couch, but his parole officer suggested taking a stroll through the local library and... well, to Teacake's surprise, the library is actually pretty cool.

Besides all the free stuff you can just get with a library card, he may or may not have taken a liking to a certain librarian. You, who work the afternoon shifts during the week, and always smiles brightly and greets him by name — his real name. You offer commentary on the books he takes out and even ask if he wants recommendations, and you recently started setting aside specific books for him to take out.

Teacake never thought he'd have a hard-on over someone because they're kind and soft and intelligent and have a beautiful smile and look like they give great hugs, but... these days, it's really all he can think about.

"Hey, Travis," you greet sweetly that Wednesday afternoon. He grins at you, feeling his stomach flip as he approaches the front desk you do most of your work behind. "How're you doing?"

"Good. I, uh, finished that one book you recommended for me. The Hobbit? It was really good, you were right. What'd you say you liked the best about it? The, um, the building?"

"The world-building?" you ask, mirroring the excited smile on his face. Teacake nods enthusiastically. "I'm so glad you liked it! I feel like you finished that one super fast. Here, lemme return it for you so I can give you something else."

Teacake nods and pulls it out of his backpack, then places it on the desk. Your fingers brush against his as you take it from his grasp, and Teacake tries not to be a total loser over something as small as touching.

"What kind of books do you like?" he asks, drumming his fingers against the table's worn mahogany. "You don't feel like a fantasy, sci-fi kinda person to me, but... I dunno, I could always be wrong. I feel like I don't always read people right, but that's very much a me problem, ya know?"

You giggle as you listen to him, typing away on the computer to locate where the next book is.

"I mean, I'm around books all day so I tend to know my way around most genres," you explain with a shrug. "But in my free time, I mainly like to read romances."

Teacake raises his eyebrows, then lowers his voice to a sharp whisper. "Like... like those sexy books with shirtless dudes on 'em?"

"No!" you exclaim, laughing loudly, and you're grateful this is a relatively dead hour for the library, "Like... I dunno, some of them have that kind of stuff in it, but they don't look like that!"

"Oh, shit, you do read sex books!" Teacake gasps teasingly. "Who woulda thought? The sweet, cute librarian reading porn in their free time?"

"Shut up!" you round the desk to gently bat at his chest, then nod in the direction of the science fiction section. "C'mon, let's go find your book."

"Is it a sexy one?"

"I'm gonna ban you from the library, Travis."

He snickers as he follows you into an empty aisle, watching you bend down to the O section. You quickly find the spine of the book, then pull it out with diligent fingers.

"1984," you announce. "It's another classic. A little darker, a little more thought-provoking, but still very good. I'll be curious to hear what you think about it when you're done."

You press the book into his grasp, swallowing as Teacake's tongue darts out to wet his lips.

"Why romances?" he asks. This time, his voice is soft, gentle — not looking to tease.

"You're really stuck on this, hm?"

"I'm just curious," he replies with a shrug of his shoulders. "You don't have to answer if you don't want to. There's things people have asked me that I don't want them to know."

You shake your head. "No, it's... I just like the idealism of it, I think. I like that everything gets wrapped up in this perfect bow at the end. I know what to expect. Sure, there's drama, but..."

Teacake's eyes soften. "But what?"

"But I never get disappointed."

You watch as his Adam's apple bobs with a swallow. Shaking your head, you place your hand on your hip and go to brush past him, back to the front desk.

"I'm sorry, that was too much—"

"No, it wasn't." Teacake says, but for once, he's stumped for words. His brain his screaming at him to say it — I'll never disappoint you, I promise, I'll do whatever I can to make you happy, I'd move mountains for you and visit you every day and bring you lunch and show you off to the world and buy you flowers — but he doesn't know why he can't get it out.

You wish he would say it, too.

The next afternoon, when you clock into work, Ella is straightening up the front desk as you're getting started.

"Oh! Before I forget, these came for you." she says, pulling something huge and wrapped in paper out from beneath the table. Your eyebrows furrow, glancing between her and the monstrosity in front of you.

"Um... are you sure?" you ask, confusion apparent in your expression.

Ella shrugs, "Some guy came by looking for you, I said you weren't in yet but he asked me to make sure they get to you. Said it's very important."

"Some random stranger came by looking for me?"

She sighs. "Well, no. I've seen him here before. Talking to you."

That only piques your curiosity even more, so you gently pull the paper wrapping off, only to reveal a beautiful bouquet of flowers. Your eyes widen when you see them — tulips, peonies, hydrangeas, azaleas, snapdragons, all in a smattering of pastel pinks, purples, yellows, and reds. You blink, then see the note stapled to the bottom. You don't think twice before grabbing it, desperately hoping it's the person you think it is.

i should've said this yesterday, but i pussied out. sorry, "pussied out" isn't a really romantic thing to say. anyway, i can't promise that i'll never ever disappoint you, but i can promise i'll always fucking try not to. for the past few months, seeing you has been the highlight of my days. sorry if that's really pathetic. if it is, then call me pathetic i guess.

anyway...again... if you aren't too weirded out by this, and maybe by the grace of god or whoever or whatever exists out there, you like me too, would you wanna go out with me? here's my number. text or call me when you get these. if you want.

travis

ps - if you don't like me and this is really weird for you, can we just pretend it never happened? please dont ban me from the library. i actually really like it here. thank you

You grab your phone and run outside at record speed.

[levanswrites]

rahhh feeling very very normal about soft, not-so-secret romantic teacake

Teacake never thought he'd have a hard-on over someone because they're kind and soft and intelligent and have a beautiful smile and look like they give great hugs, but... these days, it's really all he can think about.

HELLO????? 😭😭 the "look like they give great hugs" really does this for me. ugh the idea of travis being so starved for gentleness and physical affection post-release but being all on his own 🥺

"Oh, shit, you do read sex books!" Teacake gasps teasingly. "Who woulda thought? The sweet, cute librarian reading porn in their free time?" "Shut up!" you round the desk to gently bat at his chest, then nod in the direction of the science fiction section. "C'mon, let's go find your book." "Is it a sexy one?" "I'm gonna ban you from the library, Travis."

the flirtinggg the banterr!! I love how it’s playful but never mean. it feels affectionate the whole time and you can tell he's just looking for excuses to stay in the moment with reader as long as possible

"No, it wasn't." Teacake says, but for once, he's stumped for words. His brain his screaming at him to say it — I'll never disappoint you, I promise, I'll do whatever I can to make you happy, I'd move mountains for you and visit you every day and bring you lunch and show you off to the world and buy you flowers — but he doesn't know why he can't get it out.

this might be my favorite passage. bc deep down travis knows he can't guarantee perfection. he's an ex-con trying to rebuild his life. he has baggage, flaws, he knows talk is cheap and promises are easy. that's why the letter later is just so 😣❤️

i should've said this yesterday, but i pussied out. sorry, "pussied out" isn't a really romantic thing to say. anyway, i can't promise that i'll never ever disappoint you, but i can promise i'll always fucking try not to. for the past few months, seeing you has been the highlight of my days. sorry if that's really pathetic. if it is, then call me pathetic i guess.

and they say romance is dead!! then what's this?? this has to be one of the most romantic things ever ugh and him asking to keep coming to the library even if it doesn't work out w reader bc its the one place where he feels normal and seen and safe 🥲

[snoopyharrington]

HELP this is the sweetest thing ever!!!! thank you so so much 🩷🩷🩷

[onlinegf]

everyone get more bisexual NOW

[snoopyharrington]

I absolutely adore anything involving teacher reader that you write :)

I almost became a pre school teacher, and even though I decided to pursue another career, teaching is still very dear to me and your writing is amazing

thank you so so much <3 this is so sweet of you to say!!

i hope you're happy in whatever career path you chose!!!!

[snoopyharrington]

hi angel !!! can i request flowers + librarian reader x steve or travis 🩷🩷

writing this for our bleach blonde king just bc this is the only travis request i got </333

prompt #1. flowers

pairing: librarian!reader x travis "teacake" meacham

word count: 1.3k

spring + summer prompts are closed for now since i currently have a bunch to catch up on!!

To no one's surprise, the state doesn't do much for people who recently got out of prison.

Once your paperwork is processed (which, if Teacake's being honest, made him feel more like a cattle being prepared for slaughter than a human being getting released back into the real world), the jail gives you $20, the clothes you came in with, and then... that's it.

His freedom, of course, is conditional. He has to have a place to stay and a job, which is why he's working these shitty overnight shifts at a 24-hour storage facility. When he meets with his parole officer, he has to piss in a cup and pass a drug test, and, most importantly, can't get in any legal trouble whatsoever.

Teacake thinks he's doing a pretty good job of that so far.

Seriously.

In a previous, pre-prison life, he may have already let some dipshit talk him into accidentally committing another crime, but Teacake's been keeping busy. There's not a ton of stuff to do when you're broke and saving every penny you've got to move off of your cousin's couch, but his parole officer suggested taking a stroll through the local library and... well, to Teacake's surprise, the library is actually pretty cool.

Besides all the free stuff you can just get with a library card, he may or may not have taken a liking to a certain librarian. You, who work the afternoon shifts during the week, and always smiles brightly and greets him by name — his real name. You offer commentary on the books he takes out and even ask if he wants recommendations, and you recently started setting aside specific books for him to take out.

Teacake never thought he'd have a hard-on over someone because they're kind and soft and intelligent and have a beautiful smile and look like they give great hugs, but... these days, it's really all he can think about.

"Hey, Travis," you greet sweetly that Wednesday afternoon. He grins at you, feeling his stomach flip as he approaches the front desk you do most of your work behind. "How're you doing?"

"Good. I, uh, finished that one book you recommended for me. The Hobbit? It was really good, you were right. What'd you say you liked the best about it? The, um, the building?"

"The world-building?" you ask, mirroring the excited smile on his face. Teacake nods enthusiastically. "I'm so glad you liked it! I feel like you finished that one super fast. Here, lemme return it for you so I can give you something else."

Teacake nods and pulls it out of his backpack, then places it on the desk. Your fingers brush against his as you take it from his grasp, and Teacake tries not to be a total loser over something as small as touching.

"What kind of books do you like?" he asks, drumming his fingers against the table's worn mahogany. "You don't feel like a fantasy, sci-fi kinda person to me, but... I dunno, I could always be wrong. I feel like I don't always read people right, but that's very much a me problem, ya know?"

You giggle as you listen to him, typing away on the computer to locate where the next book is.

"I mean, I'm around books all day so I tend to know my way around most genres," you explain with a shrug. "But in my free time, I mainly like to read romances."

Teacake raises his eyebrows, then lowers his voice to a sharp whisper. "Like... like those sexy books with shirtless dudes on 'em?"

"No!" you exclaim, laughing loudly, and you're grateful this is a relatively dead hour for the library, "Like... I dunno, some of them have that kind of stuff in it, but they don't look like that!"

"Oh, shit, you do read sex books!" Teacake gasps teasingly. "Who woulda thought? The sweet, cute librarian reading porn in their free time?"

"Shut up!" you round the desk to gently bat at his chest, then nod in the direction of the science fiction section. "C'mon, let's go find your book."

"Is it a sexy one?"

"I'm gonna ban you from the library, Travis."

He snickers as he follows you into an empty aisle, watching you bend down to the O section. You quickly find the spine of the book, then pull it out with diligent fingers.

"1984," you announce. "It's another classic. A little darker, a little more thought-provoking, but still very good. I'll be curious to hear what you think about it when you're done."

You press the book into his grasp, swallowing as Teacake's tongue darts out to wet his lips.

"Why romances?" he asks. This time, his voice is soft, gentle — not looking to tease.

"You're really stuck on this, hm?"

"I'm just curious," he replies with a shrug of his shoulders. "You don't have to answer if you don't want to. There's things people have asked me that I don't want them to know."

You shake your head. "No, it's... I just like the idealism of it, I think. I like that everything gets wrapped up in this perfect bow at the end. I know what to expect. Sure, there's drama, but..."

Teacake's eyes soften. "But what?"

"But I never get disappointed."

You watch as his Adam's apple bobs with a swallow. Shaking your head, you place your hand on your hip and go to brush past him, back to the front desk.

"I'm sorry, that was too much—"

"No, it wasn't." Teacake says, but for once, he's stumped for words. His brain his screaming at him to say it — I'll never disappoint you, I promise, I'll do whatever I can to make you happy, I'd move mountains for you and visit you every day and bring you lunch and show you off to the world and buy you flowers — but he doesn't know why he can't get it out.

You wish he would say it, too.

The next afternoon, when you clock into work, Ella is straightening up the front desk as you're getting started.

"Oh! Before I forget, these came for you." she says, pulling something huge and wrapped in paper out from beneath the table. Your eyebrows furrow, glancing between her and the monstrosity in front of you.

"Um... are you sure?" you ask, confusion apparent in your expression.

Ella shrugs, "Some guy came by looking for you, I said you weren't in yet but he asked me to make sure they get to you. Said it's very important."

"Some random stranger came by looking for me?"

She sighs. "Well, no. I've seen him here before. Talking to you."

That only piques your curiosity even more, so you gently pull the paper wrapping off, only to reveal a beautiful bouquet of flowers. Your eyes widen when you see them — tulips, peonies, hydrangeas, azaleas, snapdragons, all in a smattering of pastel pinks, purples, yellows, and reds. You blink, then see the note stapled to the bottom. You don't think twice before grabbing it, desperately hoping it's the person you think it is.

i should've said this yesterday, but i pussied out. sorry, "pussied out" isn't a really romantic thing to say. anyway, i can't promise that i'll never ever disappoint you, but i can promise i'll always fucking try not to. for the past few months, seeing you has been the highlight of my days. sorry if that's really pathetic. if it is, then call me pathetic i guess.

anyway...again... if you aren't too weirded out by this, and maybe by the grace of god or whoever or whatever exists out there, you like me too, would you wanna go out with me? here's my number. text or call me when you get these. if you want.

travis

ps - if you don't like me and this is really weird for you, can we just pretend it never happened? please dont ban me from the library. i actually really like it here. thank you

You grab your phone and run outside at record speed.