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[lauuispunk]

In the kitchen - Lars Lindstrom x fem!reader

Imagine Lars coming up behind you when you're in the kitchen

Tags: it's not smut but it's suggestive, Lars has a boner ou yeah baby. There's not really much. Use of knife for cooking.

Words: it's short, around 700 words

A/N: okay so I hope O got his character right. The way he would talk and act with his girlfriend. Alsas you can see it ends just when it's getting good 😞. But I wrote it at 4 am and I wanted to get off the phone to sleep (I didn't). ALSO this is shit but anyway, I still hope you guys like it. Love y'all <33

Tonight you offered to cook for Karin and Gus to thank them for all the things they did for you and Lars. This month you've been over for breakfast at least 12 times, and let's not talk about dinner. So, this felt like the right thing to do as Karin was so close to giving birth now.

When you started to stay over at Lars apartment, the garage, you were six months into your relationship already. People warned you when you started dating

"He's too shy"

"Get ready to hold hands when you're fourty"

"Honey he's not the one for you"

But you loved Lars since the day you two met, and you were going to make it work, whether they liked it or not.

Now, after a year of dating, he was comfortable enough to hold hands, kiss, cuddle, and even make out. You had to say.. Your sexual encounters weren't mind blowing, but you had to be patient with him and settle for over the clothes stuff.

You were standing in the kitchen, chopping up some onions when you felt someone behind you. His breath on your neck made you jump, almost making you cut yourself

"I'm sorry, sorry. I'm sorry, I didn't mean to scare you" he let out, his voice a little upset that he almost made you harm yourself. You just giggled, it was normal to have accidents in the kitchen, you couldn't stress over it.

"It's okay, love. Just be a little more careful, yeah?" You turned your head to the side so you could see him, behind you, hands clenched into fists, eyes blinking hard. "Come here, gimmie a kiss" you said tapping your cheek with your index finger after laying the knife down on the cutting board.

He took a step towards you though he was already close, he leaned in and took a shaky breath before delivering a quick peck on your cheek.

"Thank you, Lars" You smiled and resumed to chop. "Did you talk to Karin before they went out? You know what time they're coming back"

"Yes." He stated softly, and after a few seconds his hands lifted and landed on your hips. "She said they were coming back at 5PM. So she could have time to make dinner she said. It is now.." He looked at the clock. "3:30PM"

"Mkay, thank you, honey. Do you think they'll like the surprise?" You asked softly, a little nervous.

"Mhmm" He nodded as he buried his nose on the back of your neck. Then whispered. "She's going to be very happy. She's probably going to hug you tight, though you can tell her not to, she's used to it for me"

"It's okay, Lars. I like her hugs, it's funny to hug her with her big belly" you giggled. She loved to give out hugs, 'she's just like that' said Lars moments before he took you to meet her months ago.

Silence filled the room as you kept chopping, one onion down, two more to go. Then you felt it, the slow shift of his body behind you. He shuffled his feet on the ground, eating up the little space left between your body and his. One of his hands stayed on your hip, the other went and wrapped around your waist, squeezing a little because he loved to feel you.

"Clingy today, are we?" You teased him, he whined. Oh? Oh. Everything made sense when he stood fully flushed against you, his hard and throbbing erection poking your ass.

"I'm sorry" he whispered behind you. You didn't respond immediately, instead you tilted your hips a little, pressing your ass against his hips, making him whimper.

"Don't be sorry. Tell me what you need." You said placing the knife on the cutting board once again.

"Please" he whimpered. You shook your head.

"Mmm,, nope. Tell me what you want, Lars. We worked on this, baby. You know it." He whined like a little puppy not being played with.

"I- I want.. I want you. Please"

"What about me"

"Can.. Can.. Can I just press myself against you?" He whispered softly, as if scared someone might hear the profanity coming out of his mouth.

"Of course you can baby. Gonna give me something?" He immediately nodded against your neck.

"Can I touch you? Under.. your clothes, pretty please?" You smiled and nodded, he squeezed your hip.

"Say it." He demanded, making your knees almost give up.

"You can touch me, Lars. Please do"

...

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Okay so that's about it. Let me know if you guys want me to finish this cause it's been a while since I wrote anything and I need my brain to work somehow 🫩

[etheireimagined]

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[thesungod]

i think we as a society need to start accepting that fictional love stories need to be a bit toxic for us to go insane over them… like, sometimes you kinda need the two parties to be obsessed with each other and fucked up and willing to bring each other back from the dead instead of moving on and go to therapy i’m sorry😔

[xxnamelessnerdxx]

someone pls give me merthur modern au fic recs im desperate

[pseudophan]

these stories are holding hands

[xxnamelessnerdxx]

phil looks so cutie here<3

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[xxnamelessnerdxx]

couldn't get phan m&g but at least i got tickets!!!

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Never change, philip lester.

[sarahtoninof]

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[corktreecoffin]

You're not closed, right?

Current Era ! Patrick Stump x Fem ! Reader

Authors note: The recent photo (far left photo) of Patrick Stump at the record store (and his comically large amount of records in his hand) inspired me <3

Summary: Of course a customer walks in right before closing, just your luck. Much to your surprise, it's a handsome man who is not only just your type but is equally sweet. You two spark up some conversation, light flirting on both ends.

In this fic: FLUFF, strangers to acquaintances, Reader works at a record shop, Patrick is a customer, dialogue is color coded, Reader doesn't have an implied age but I imagine an age gap (reader is at least 21 though), light teasing/flirting, light use of Y/N (SORRY), Patrick is a little music nerd, Patrick can't say no to pretty ladies, implied they will meet again in the future, Reader lowkey doesn't have survival instincts (because wym you're flirting with this man, alone in the store, past closing)

Word count: 1431

~ FLUFF UNDER CUT ~

You could hear the faint ticking of the old clock hanging on the wall, the seconds passing by slower than usual. You let out a short sigh, leaning on the register counter, chin resting on your palm.

The day had dragged on far too long, but the dusty record store you worked at would be closing soon, which meant you could go home and rot on the couch for a few hours before passing the hell out.

Just as you start to get up from behind the register counter to start the usual cleaning up before locking up, the tiny bell above the door chimed.

Of course, a customer less than 30 minutes before closing.

You give a pleasant customer service smile, giving your mandatory "welcome in!" greeting. Your eyes only glance at the stranger for a moment before darting back to them, this time wide eyed and slightly flushed.

It was a light skinned man, maybe in his late 30's or early 40's.

He had dark blonde hair that seemed to be grown out just enough for you to tell he liked it that way, despite looking like it needed a trim. His beard matched in color and seemed well maintained, shaping his face, making him look mature. He was more on the chubbier side but it fit his frame perfectly, only adding to his seemingly soft yet masculine aura.

He wore those stereotypical nerd glasses and had a dad hat with a logo of what was probably some older band. His T-shirt and denim jacket matched in vibe, artsy and full of references that probably shaped his personality, making him more inviting.

Was he, by any means, a model? No. But god, you had a type and he hit the nail on the head.

You couldn't help but have your gaze locked on him as he made his way towards his desired genre, Jazz, starting at letter A. You watch as he flicks through the vinyl's, mumbling softy at himself every time he stops on a record that catches his eye.

biting your bottom lip, you search for an opening to go up and talk to him. Mentally facepalming when you realize you work here, just go up and ask if he needs help, duh.

You finally leave the register counter, fixing your shirt as you get up, before moving towards him. He doesn't seem to notice your movement, pausing on another record and mumbling, "don’t have that one yet." He picks it up, adding it to the small forming pile in his arms.

"Looking for anything specific today, sir?" you ask, now standing across from him on the other side of the crates holding the vinyl's. He jumps only slightly as your words knock him out of his focused state.

He blinks at you for a moment. You're pretty. Like, really pretty. The kind of pretty that could sell him anything with just a few words and a quick smile.

"Oh! Uh-" he answers quick, making sure it doesn't look like he's just staring like a creep. "No. Just looking. I saw this place while passing by and thought I could stop by." He gave a soft, almost embarrassed smile, realizing he already has a stack of records. "Glad I did, you guys have a good selection."

He looks around the small shop, realizing he's the only customer. "Uh- You guys are open, right?" he asks, hands suddenly sweaty from embarrassment. The "open" sign was definitely on, right? He read the hours correctly, right? Suddenly second guessing himself, wondering if he was being a total asshole right now.

You gave a soft laugh, "Yep, we're open. our closing time is in about thirty minutes though."

He gives a slight wince, "Shit- I didn't realize it was so close to closing-" but you cut him of with a soft wave of your hand, "Don't be! I'll be cleaning past closing anyways. I'm in no rush." a total lie, but you think you'd die if you kicked this handsome man out just because you wanna rot in bed.

He puts a hand to his chest, sighing in relief, "Oh thank gods- Thank you..." his eyes dart down to your name tag "Y/N." you fill in the gap "Thank you Y/N." he smiles appreciatively.

"Of course, happy to have you in!" giving a short nod, signaling as a 'I'll leave you alone now.' "I'll be cleaning up around the shop if you have any questions or concerns." already silently cursing yourself for how the conversation was so short and formal.

He returns the same nod, eyes going back to the records he has been flipping through, taking a deep breath to recalibrate himself.

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After a few long moments of silence, besides the sound of his flicking through the records and you cleaning up, Patrick speaks up. "Do you guys play background music in here, or..." meeting him with a soft laugh from you.

"Usually, yeah. But I have the worst luck when it comes to playing vinyl's. They always end up scratched and scuffed." you shrug.

You'd definitely been scolded at for not playing music but it wasn't worth the cost of having to buy the records you messed up, plus it wasn't your fault they didn't allow you to play music from your phone.

"Ironic to be working here, right?"

He gives a nod, understanding as he flips the record he's holding, reading the lists of songs on it before he speaks up again. "If I buy this one, you think I could play it? just a few of the songs. Yknow- to make sure it plays right." he's already moving towards the register, putting the record, Miles Davis' Kind of Blue, on the counter.

You give a soft laugh, moving to the other side of the register. "Its your luck, not mine." you shrug with a smile, fulfilling the transaction. "Player is over there," you point at the little display at the corner of the room, holding a player and a place to show off the records cover.

He smiles, taking the record from her hand after paying. "Wanna see how I play 'em? maybe you could learn a thing or two...?" he offers softly.

You cant help but raise a brow, scoffing. "Gonna mansplain record playing to me?" you cant help but tease, laughing as you watch him sputter, face fully flushed now.

"What? no- nonono- I just meant-" you stop him with another wave of your hand "I know- I know. Just joking with you... uh-" you wait for him to fill in the gap with his name. "Right! Patrick- I'm Patrick."

"Patrick." You test the name on your tongue, nodding when it sounds right "Show me you record playing ways, Patrick."

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It's a little past closing, not that either of you were paying much attention to time. you both were distracted in conversation, sharing your favorite albums and genres, giving recommendations and "must listen to" artists.

Patrick eventually checks out his stack of records, spending way more than he originally planned because who can say no to a pretty lady telling him he absolutely has to listen to this album? Not him, apparently.

"Hopefully I'll see you around?" he gives a hopeful smile, having genuinely enjoyed your shared conversation. Despite how much he'd like to, he knows it might freak you out if he asks for your number right now, considering they were alone in the shop and it was past closing.

You give a quiet hum, nodding, "I'll be here. Come by any time, I could get used to a handsome face like yours being around." giving him a wink as you hand him his box (yes, a box, because he had far too many vinyl's to trust a bag with holding them) of records.

He gives a soft yet victorious smile, happy to have not been shut down. "In that case, I'll find my way back here with some of my takeaways from your oh so sweet recommendations." he gently teased, returning the wink, simply because he doesn't have the hands to wave.

"Bye, nice meeting you Y/N!" he presses his back against the door, pushing it open for himself to leave. "See ya, Patrick. Be safe out there!" you wave.

Once he was out of sight, you let out a loud sigh. You were happy to have such a sweet encounter but you still had some cleaning up to do. "Fuck." you groan, tired head in your hands. Yeah, you were going to pass out the second you got home.

A/N: can you tell I've never written dialog? this fic writing shit is hard. also is the color coding of the dialogue too much? it personally helps me but idk if other people like it :P

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[azotvoksid]

Quick Phol drawing from the plane!!! :D

[xxnamelessnerdxx]

holy shit this is so good!!!!

[will-gr4ham]

[asadsadtree]

day 1 of replacing dnp with frogs until they announce the Thing

[phanyaoi]

thinking about how dan talked about them pushing hotel beds together in twin rooms in tatinof era again....

these are the babies that just wanted to sleep next to their boyfriend at night btw....

[whimsyloser]

This is kind of random. But I remember when I first started watching dnp, and when i watched the videos when they had recently come back from the hiatus there were comments saying how 'this is the best timeline' because they're now out and don't gaf anymore and doing what they want. And the more I found out about dnp, I also felt this way, they just seemed so happier and free and less afraid and I was really happy for them. Then tbv came out. And seeing how they've been since then has made me realise how even things that seemed so small are actually so big. Like no longer being cautious to touch each other, genuine compliments without a layer of irony, sex jokes about each other etc. And it's just amazing to me that we're now in a timeline that's somehow even better than the one that we thought was the 'best' one. A timeline where dnp no longer have to be cautious or second guess things, where they can be fully open and show how much they love each other.

[ryekat]

I love Dan and Phil's dynamic where Dan tries to make a classy and subtle dirty joke and Phil just steamrolls by bluntly saying the thing. Honestly that makes it funnier