#gotta let it simmer for 10

[dumbbullet]

i finally beat totk...

#dumb babbles #botw was a 9/10 for me by virtue of the final boss being a bit anticlimactic so totk i think is a 10/10 #gotta let it simmer but damn i really liked it

[to-thelakes]

wrapped up

pairing; frank castle x fem!reader

summary; after coming back from the bar, frank takes care of you with a hot shower and wrapping you up in blankets.

warnings; fluff, domestic fluff, domestic frank castle, self-indulgent, showering together

notes; hello hello! so this is my day 8 fic for fluffbruary, day 9 is partially written and i have a few ideas for 10 and 11 but i'm back in uni tomorrow so whether i will get anything done is really anyone's guess! but here's day 8. this originally was going to be written differently but since yesterday was really not the one for me, i wrote it more self-indulgently because i needed that frank castle lovin'! so here's domestic frank looking after reader <3

ao3

It was meant to be a fun night out but it had ended in disaster. You were also frozen to the bone. Your jacket did very little to protect you from the blustery winds and despite taking a cab, you were still freezing. By the time that you got into your apartment, your teeth were chattering. 

Frank was cooking in the kitchen when you came inside, arms wrapped around yourself. Your eyes were red and teary from the crying at the bar but you were fine now. You were so emotionally strung out that it really didn’t matter anymore.

“Hey,” Your voice was hoarse as you closed the apartment door behind you. Frank glanced back, a smile spreading across his face at your sudden appearance. You hung your jacket up and kicked off your shoes before walking over to him. He was stirring a pot.

“How was it?” He asked. You shrugged, not really in the mood to speak about it.

“Awful,” You admitted. You wrapped your arms around his waist, snuggling into his back. A frown formed on his lips and he shivered at the feeling of your cold skin against his. “You’re so cold, sweetheart,” He said after a beat. You let out a grunt of agreement but you were honestly more than content to stay here with Frank, pressed up against him. A contented sigh left your lips and he couldn’t help but chuckle softly, “Gotta let this simmer, let’s get you a shower, hm?” He suggested. You let out a grumble of annoyance before pulling your arms away from him. There was a begrudging acceptance but Frank knew you and knew that you would have rather stayed pressed against him for the rest of the evening.

“You’re coming in with me,” You declared as you wandered over to the bathroom. Frank chuckled but nodded his head.

“Yes, ma’am.” A smile couldn’t help but break out across your face and once you had both entered into the bathroom, you stripped down. The cute top and jeans you had been wearing for the night were discarded and Frank warmed the shower up while you wiped your make-up off. The mascara had already smudged and some of it had come off due to your tears in the bar so you were glad to be rid of it.

Frank wrapped his arms around you, naked body pressed against yours as you used a cotton pad to wipe down your eyes. He just watched your reflection, admiring you as you went through your usual routine. It was only when you were done that he let go of you. Then, the two of you stepped into the steamy hot shower.

Frank let you get under the spray first and you tilted your face to be underneath it. The water rushed down your face before you pushed it back into your hair and turned around. Before you had the chance to, Frank’s hands had come up to push the water off your closed eyelids. He then leant forward and pressed a soft kiss to your lips.

“Y’so pretty,” He mumbled against your lips. A grin split across your face and you opened your eyes to look into his. There was something so soothing about being here. After tonight, after what had happened at the bar, you wanted to be with him. It made you feel a little more sane. You tugged him under the spray with you, water dripping down both of your bodies as you leant into him. His hand moved to cradle your back, holding you against him.

It took everything in you to stop yourself from sobbing. You knew that he wouldn’t mind but you didn’t want to have to think about it. You just wanted to be happy with him and you wanted to talk about it with Frank but not right now. It would make you angry and you didn’t want to be angry. You just wanted to be here with Frank, with your boyfriend and everything would be okay.

“Where’s your body wash?” You asked against his damp skin. Your head tilted up and he nodded his head towards the edge of the tub where all your products were. A grin spread across your face and you stepped back from him, reaching out towards it.

“What’re you doing, sweetheart?” His eyebrow was raised as he watched you pick it up. You then flicked the cap open and were about to pour some gel into your hand but his stopped you.

“Using your shower gel,” You responded, giving him a cheeky grin. He shook his head and grabbed the bottle from your hand, “Hey,” The frown quickly took over your face and he poured some into his hand. The sting of rejection began to seep back in and you felt the tears begin to prick at your eyes again.

“Turn around,” He instructed. You tilted your head, giving him a curious look before you followed his instructions. You weren’t under the spray of water anymore and then you felt his hands on your shoulders. He spread the shower gel along your shoulders before trailing his hands down your back. You melted. You were pretty sure you would have melted into a puddle if that didn’t defy the laws of the universe.

His fingers dug into your back, massaging your shoulders while lathering the gel up against your back. Your head fell backwards, a soft groan of pleasure escaping your lips. Frank smiled softly and leant forward, pressing a kiss to your cheek.

“Gotta take care of my baby,” He mumbled in your ear. You grinned and turned your head around so you could capture his lips in a kiss. His hands moved from your shoulders to your hips, letting you decide how long you wanted to stay like this. It was a soft kiss, tender and it made you breathless. You were panting when you broke away and you leant down, pressing a kiss to his chest before you turned back around.

His hands left you and he squirted some more gel onto his hands and then began to spread it across your stomach and up your chest. He ran his hands down your arms, lathering up every inch of your body with all the love and affection you needed in that moment. He was able to read you perfectly and by the time he was done, you felt so relaxed. All the tension, anxiety and anger had slipped away into happiness. 

You slipped back under the spray and Frank let you wash away the gel as he began to apply some to himself. You frowned, ready to argue with him but before you could even get a word in, he told you to just wash yourself off. You wanted to help him, you wanted to give him all the attention that he had given you. But Frank was a selfless lover, sometimes.

Once you had both washed up, he wrapped you up in a fluffy towel. You both dried off before walking to the bedroom and changing into your comfortable pyjamas.

“When is dinner ready?” You asked as you followed Frank back into the main room of the apartment. He glanced at the clock.

“Not long, just relax f’me, yeah?” You nodded in response to his words. There was no way you could argue with that tone and so you plopped yourself down on the sofa. The shower had significantly warmed you up and the emotions from tonight had been washed down the drain with sudsy water. But you were still cold.

As you curled up on the sofa, Frank could hear you shivering every few minutes. So, once he had checked on the sauce that still needed a minute or so to finish simmering, he headed back to the bedroom and brought out a stack of blankets. You glanced up at him as he walked over, fluffy stack in hand.

“Sit up f’me, sweetheart,” He requested and you followed. He then began to wrap you up in layers of blankets. You couldn’t help but chuckle as he made sure they were all wrapped securely around you. It was a warm cocoon and seeing Frank smile at you made it feel more loving than silly. Though you still felt silly.

“How am I supposed to eat?” You muttered. He rolled his eyes and pressed a kiss against your head.

“Stick your arms out, shit, I dunno, but I gotta keep you warm,” He retorted. You couldn’t help but bark a laugh at his response. You adjusted your position slightly and were able to get your hands to stick out from the cocoon of blankets. The air was so cold but you grabbed onto Frank’s hips and pulled him down into you.

“I love you,” You whispered against his lips before capturing them in a kiss. It was soft at first, closed-mouth kisses against each other before you ran your tongue along his bottom lip. He let your tongue slip into his mouth and you moved your hands to dig into his hair. The smell of him was surrounding you and you felt at peace for the first time since you had left for work that morning. Frank made everything so much better and you didn’t want to stop kissing him.

But then he pulled back, “I wanna keep kissin’ you, baby, but dinner’s gonna burn.” You pouted up at him but he gave you one last kiss to placate you before he walked back over to the kitchen. You switched the TV on and curled up under the mountains of blankets as you watched the crappy reality show on the TV and listened to the sound of Frank cooking.

Frank always seemed to know exactly what he needed to be and despite everything, despite everything, he was there for you. It made you love him so much.

<3

#frank castle #frank castle x reader #the punisher #frank castle x you #frank castle fluff #frank castle x fem!reader #frank castle x female reader #the punisher fluff #the punisher x reader #fluffbruary #reader-insert

[matchalovertrait]

Dulce is starting to feel overwhelmed! Is the pressure to win getting to her? Or is it something else...? We won't be finding out in the next segment.

Previous / Next (Transcript under the cut)

(1.) [Carlo] Tsk, tsk. They should have thought more outside the box. Also, Dulce really has to watch the time. Andrea, please check on the contestants.

(2.) [Andrea] How is everything, Chef Dulce?

[Dulce] Ehh, I'm not entirely happy with the flavor and spice, so I think I'll add some red chiles too.

(3.) I have to push through and make it to the dessert round. I think once I get there, the title of Diced Junior Champion is mine since I'm a baker's daughter.

(4.) [Alex] Hi, Andrea. Sorry, I can't really talk right now. Gotta focus.

[Andrea] Oh, okay-

(5.) [Alex] I hope she didn't find that rude. Like I said, I like Andrea. Carlo is kind of getting on my nerves, though. You're worried about time but also want us to stop and chitchat for a while? Let me work, man.

(6.) [Andrea] How's your progress, Rubiya?

[Rubiya] The jicama isn't really cooperating with me right now... but everything else is good!

(7.) [Rubiya] It'd be life-changing for me if I won. I could use that money for culinary school. There's always the regional spelling bees that I'll try in the future, but nothing is ever guaranteed in life. Take every chance you get.

(8.) [Alex] If I won, I would donate the money to the ALS Association. My grandpa in Henford-on-Bagley recently passed away from ALS complications. He was a nice man. He would take me around his farm, and he even gave some goats to my parents.

(9.) [Alex] That's why I know how to raise goats and cook the meat... hey! I guess Lewis and I aren't that much different. We know a thing or two about the farm life.

(10.) [Dulce] If I won, I would give most of the money to my mom for our bakery. There were some people who... took advantage of certain things, so the bakery suffered for a long time. Everything is okay now, but not exactly like how it used to be.

(11.) [Alex] Dang, I almost forgot about my jicama! I have to still spiralize it too.

(12.) [Mia] Wow, I've never seen such concentration from young chefs before. They are fully immersed.

[Sofia] Bring me back as a judge next season! I'll be recording a deluxe version of my album, but I'll make time.

(13.) [Dulce] Done dicing and chopping everything! I'll add everything to the pot and put back the extra things in the fridge.

(14.) [Rubiya] What a beautiful color.

(15.) [Dulce] Excu-

[Alex] Oh crud-

(16.) [Alex] Oh my gosh, I'm so sorry! Are you okay?

[Dulce] Oh, um-

(17.) [Alex] Dulce? Are you okay?

[Dulce] Yeah, yeah, just a little embarrassed.

[Alex] Here, let me help you clean up.

(18.) [Andrea's Voiceover] Meanwhile, Rubiya is focused on her dish, as she should be!

[Rubiya] Hmmmm... is there anything else I can add?

(19.) [Alex] Are you sure you're okay?

[Dulce] Yeah, don't worry about it, but I have to go check on my soup! Hopefully it's about done, I left it simmering.

(20.) [Sofia] Good thing everyone is okay!

[Mia] Chefs, you guys have 5 minutes left on the clock! Please start plating soon.

#tjolc #tjolc gen 1 #alegria legacy #matchalovertrait #dulce alegria #alex marino #rubiya jabal #andrea mixon #carlo mancini #mia d'angelo ramirez #sofia bjergsen #sims 4 #ts4 #the sims 4 #sims 4 legacy #i meant for alex to ask if dulce's okay 2 times but it happened 3 times 💀 it's alright it fits the awkwardness going on between those two #rubiya is ultra focused fr

[midnight-pluto]

COFFEE: PG.13 — meet the parents

COFFEE: tim drake x gn!reader

SYNOPSIS: Tim meets a barista that gives him what he needed most — a large coffee with way to many shots of espresso. Though what happens when just a single action changes the other's life, forever?

coffee master list || prev. || next

FRIDAY, JUNE 23 2023 - 9:30 PM

DATING A LITERAL celebrity. But dealing with parents who still you’re still eleven is even harder — well, to you at least.

Perhaps you should consider yourself lucky today since their focus wasn’t on you. Unfortunately, their focus was on your partner who was just nodding along to their endless rambles on how they most certainly should treat you right.

“Not that I have any doubts that you aren’t treating Y/N right it’s just,” your mother gestures her hand towards Tim, “You don’t look very, well.”

“Mom!” you whisper scream, appalled at her bluntness. You place a hand on Tim’s thigh as a way of apologizing on your mothers behalf to which he slightly snorted at.

“What? I’m just saying,” she remarks.

Lightly squeezing his thigh in slight frustration, Tim places a hand on yours, intertwining your fingers with his and letting it hang inbetween both of your chairs. Exhaling through your nose, your frustration stars to simmer back down until your father speaks up.

“How much money do you make?”

“Enough,” Tim nods which your father looks at him blankly before sipping on the coffee you made for him. You sigh at their words, hanging your head low in embarrassment making Tim let go of your hand to rub the top of your back soothingly.

“Oh my— you can’t just ask that, especially in public!” your mother scolded to which your father just softly chuckled and nodded.

Wanting to get this interaction over with, you interrupt by saying, “If you guys just want to sit here that’s fine but I gotta get back to work soon so just come back to the counter when you’re ready to order.” You hurriedly push your chair back in when your parents nod — signaling that you were allowed to be dismissed.

FRIDAY, JUNE 23 2023 - 10:27 PM

IT WASN’T LIKE you weren’t used to an overwhelming amount of people in the café, you actually preferred it since it meant you were more likely to get paid more. However, what you weren’t used to were the concerning amount of people crowding the windows just to see a glimpse of the one and only Bruce Wayne.

To be completely honest, you knew for a fact that most of those of reporters outside were from other cities since the main ones in Gotham have been desensitized to the sightings of the local billionaire.

Headlines of Bruce Wayne doing normal daily things in a regular persons life got old after a while — oh wow, he’s at a gas station buying chips! That will definitely get a lot of attention.

The only reason you were freaking out internally was simply because that was that there was close to a hundred people outside the small café which probably made you more nervous than the man in front of you.

“Is there anything else that’d you would like?” you ask, putting on disposable gloves and grabbing the croissant he had requested. Placing it into a small bag you remove your gloves and tap the screen once more.

“No I’m alright,” he said, taking out his wallet for cash and putting the exact amount of money on the counter on top of another bill.

Counting the bills in your hand you raise a brow at the stray hundred given. “Take it as an apology for bringing a lot of people around here.”

Nodding at his explanation you pocket the money and give him his croissant, “Enjoy the rest of your day!”

“You too,” he nods, walking out the front doors and the crowd follows.

You let out a sigh of relief at the lack of eyes on you, resting your hands on the edge of the counter as your heart rate slowed as it had unknowingly quickened at the amount of eyes on your form.

Feeling a comforting rub on your lower back, you turn to see Tim standing there with a smile, “You did good.”

Smiling back at him, you rest your head on his shoulder as a form of relaxation to which he placed a chaste kiss on your forehead in response.

SPECIAL NOTE: i was supposed to post this on Friday but I got distracted by building a Christmas tree 😔

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[normal-internet-user]

OKKK OK look technicality speaking,,, i'm supposed to be indulging in the sleebies rn. BUT my brain would NOT let me sleep until i commished this to ya!!



your peepaw leo answer? fantabulous. jaw dropping, awe-inspiring, hit just the spot. Extravagantly whimsically stupendous. ultra super mega amazing. need i say more? YES AND I WILL CONTINUE TO DO SO-

yet. ☝🏼 & hear me out here.

*folds hands all neat and preppy in front of me, leans in close so we're nose-to-nose, all business* 

I have a storm a-brewin'. Up in the ole noggin'? Knock knock.

SPECIFICALLY ABOUT Reader and how they interact with Present (or to them, Past!) Leo!!

They're not as forthcoming as Casey, and I imagine that even after the war is won and the apocalypse is therefore prevented, that initial hostility would fade! … but instead it’d become … kind of awkward? They don't hate Leo, it's just. 

Not the Leo they know.

Not the Leo they know and love and miss and mourn and glory to be, they’ve got their work cut out for them.



Reader is still coping with the loss of everything. the breathing techniques alongside Master Michelangelo's high EQ teachings on handling emotions help a lot more than they'd expected.

And!! The present (past??? aughguhghhhh) Hamatos are a big help too!! With time, it all does get better ^^)

(AKA: everyone's ✨traumatized & coping together✨, m'kay? m'kay.)

This all boils down to Reader and how they re-evaluate (rebuild?) their relationship with Leo. The Leo in THIS timeline that they helped save. How they heal from their wounds, inside and out, and try to make the best of what they’ve got. Because if the future taught them one thing: it was that no matter what, you've gotta keep going. Don't give up.

Canon plotline following n' stuff before the fluff downpour!

Here's a hc format for random moments in the way I see it bc it's easier? Is it? (/lh)

When Leo was finally released from the Escape Pod and everyone took in how haggard he looked— pale, shaking, horrified at what he just witnessed,

When he snapped and lunged at Casey, 

Reader’s reaction was swifter than a bullet. 

They swept in front of their brother, effectively and terrifyingly going toe-to-toe, snout-to-nose with this Leo, snarling out a bite of their barely-concealed rage. Their eyes are slits, their teeth are fangs poised to strike, and the venom is promised.

They’re just as dangerous as him at that moment.

The threat goes unsaid: Back. Off.

Their heart is racing like crazy, alarm bells ringing in their head and frustrated tears build up in their eyes. They're swimming— no. Drowning in confusion. In feelings. In dread. In nausea. In grief.

They didn't care what iteration of Leo this was or what they'd ever face: the image of Papa, whatever version it was, even thinking of bringing harm to Casey was enough to send them teetering over the edge.

Time travel. Alien invasion. From “Apocalypse Is The Norm” to “You Can Stop This Hellscape From Ever Happening BUT You Wipe Out Everything You've Ever Known Along With it.”

....

yeah that's enough to make a grown man cry.



Reader quickly realizing that, amongst their simmering anger, there was a kind of fear. Not just the impending sense of anxiety at everything that was happening around them, but this was familiar.

Papa had never been an inherently volatile person (turtle? snrt), but he was a Leader.

His very presence demanded respect. 9.∞ times outta 10, he got it.

Despite the image of their beloved dad momentarily crumbling within meeting his younger counterpart, Reader can’t help but cling to that familiarity.

The familiarity of that intimidation – that regard – in Leonardo. 

He was pissed, that’s for sure. And Reader was actually kind of scared. Their Papa never was a violent person per se, but he’s had his moments. 

It was kind of uncanny, seeing the young shards of those traits come to be. To see this young Leo, with so much ahead of him, slowly but surely become the man you knew and was raised by. 

In spite of yourself, you could feel that same reverence and respect bloom in your chest. It hurt too, because it felt like it was for the wrong reasons. 

Yet, you digress.

Besides, you were never one to hold fast to grudges – it was poisonous. And despite feeling like you were being poisoned slowly, in to out, you knew it’d pass. 

It was along the lines of something Uncle Mikey had told you once ...

“What a caterpillar calls the end of the world, the master calls a butterfly.' Never forget, sunshine. Even when it feels like your world is ending, and you're caught right in the midst of it all?

... You can choose to birth a beautiful butterfly, ready to take on the world. You're a butterfly; every great thing starts small, no?” 

So. You watched Leo out of the corner of your eyes. Listened to Junior as he sparkled and praised your young uncles, telling them the truth of their characters in your timeline.

—andddd a flash of hot annoyance flared up in your chest when your brother piped up something about Papa’s rescue of a resistance camp to the teenager him,

You tried to settle the war within yourself. How would you fight both at once? Not when there was an entire one unfolding right in front of your very eyes. 

. . . you wanted your Papa.

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this has been,,, the first part of many a Wal-Mart ad. BA-DUM-TSS!

i'd add way more but my eyes feel like they're about to fall out jsjsj

*air kithes (ง ˃ ³ ˂)ว ⁼³₌₃⁼³ /p and lounges on your back porch, cracking open a cold juice pouch* Penny for your thoughts, toots?

Ok, first of all: Dear (/p) you are a freakin genius- now let us discus some things over a juice pouch.

READER POST-MOVIE/DURING THE MOVIE HEADCANONS

....................................

You are 100% percent correct about all of that.

Firstly, when April manages to knock both of you out and drag you back to the Lair,

Casey is much more open, and excited.

You're treating them as a potential threat.

I'm talking resting bitch face, broski.

Sure, in the future, these people raised you, but this isn't the future.

So you glare and let CJ do the talking, because at the moment your still processing,

And your anger could lash out at anyone in this room.

When Leo turns on Casey, your reaction was like second nature.

You had alot of moments during the apocolypse where if you took to long to assess the threat, you were dead.

So when Leo lunged at Casey, and your mind locked him in as a threat,

Those familiar instincts of, "Danger: protect family" kicked in.

Weapon drawn, teeth beared, you looked more feral than Leo,

But you were scared too.

You were so fucking scared.

You knew this wasn't your papa,

You knew that.

But to see his younger counter part so angry, so ready to be violent was terrifying.

You'd only ever seen your papa angry and violent one time in your life.

It happened when you had to drag Casey back to base, half dead and yourself much worse for wear.

You'll never forget the violence that shone in his eyes at the sight of his children.

One unconcious and bleeding,

The other hardly able to stand.

You have no idea what happened to the officer that sent you and Casey out,

But he wasn't seen around much after that, most said he was demoted to work in the more... laboring parts of the base.

Looking into Leo's eyes at this moment, you see a very similar violence to that day,

But what scares you is that violence is now directed at your brother.

After Casey explains none of this happened in your guys' time,

Leo shoved past you, and had his little, "We're going because I say so" moment.

You were beyond pissed.

Here was his team, telling him to wait,

To hold on a second, to come up with a plan,

And he was just- ignoring them.

But, you kept silent and followed Casey when he left with Leo,

You'd be damned if you left your brother alone with this idiot.

In the turtle tank, while Casey practically sings his praises, you can't help the scowl that builds on your face.

Casey kept using present tense, "You are.", and, "you were" in Donnie's case,

He just couldn't seem to grasp that this wasn't your family, future tense should be used.

Not past, not present, future.

Because he's not technically wrong,

But it still rubs you the wrong way for him to compare your Papa, to this guy.

In the subway tunnels, you get seperated from Casey, you end up with Donnie and Mikey.

Mikey had to physically pull you into the tank kicking and screaming.

You needed to be next to your brother.

You had always been right beside each other your whole lives,

You were terrified.

When you were in that tank, and it was on the verge of crumbling, you started having flashbacks of the time Kraang had attacked your first home.

You were so small, just a little kid waiting for Papa to come find you.

You were on the verge of sobbing as you desperatly tried getting ahold of Casey.

Skipping ahead to the end of the movie,

You didn't wanna let go of Casey's hand.

It's odd, knowing that you don't need to see what's lurking in every corner,

Because there's nothing there anymore.

You don't have to be scared.

That's when you notice the shimmer of something clipped to your boot.

Looking down, you see a blue, star shaped hair clip.

How it had managed to stay on your boot this entire time was a mystery,

But what was less of a mystery was how it got there.

You knew your papa had placed it there.

You grabbed the hair clip of your boot, tears welled in your eyes,

Then you let out a choked sob.

You clutched the hair pin so tightly you might draw blood, and you sobbed and sobbed.

It was like all your emotions poured out at once, you didn't even know which one you were feeling.

It was a mix of grief, sadness, anger, and anguish.

Casey pulled you close, muttering how proud he was of you, you'd done so well.

"Sensei would be proud." he said, "Papa would be proud of you."

You clung to your brother like he was your life line, because in a way he was.

He was all you had left of your life before.

Post-movie, you're awkward around Leo to say the least.

During the movie, you were angry with him, mostly because of the paralelles between him and Master Leonardo.

But post-movie it's just awkward,

You can't look at him without being reminded of the father figure you lost.

All you wanted was for your papa to hold you,

To sing you to sleep like he used to do to hide the sounds of the monsters lurking above.

You just want your papa- no, you need your papa.

You need to hear his voice again, sure, technically you hear it every day but it's not the same!

You need to hear him.

You've taken to replaying audio recordings through your own mask.

Laying in your bed late into the night, replaying the same video's until your papa's voice lulls you into an uneasy sleep...

....................................

My thoughts for you my dearest! (/p) free of charge!

I plan on writing some fluffy Papa Leo oneshots sometime soon, not to worry!

For now, have these!

#tmnt #tmnt x reader #normie rambles #x reader #rottmnt #leonardo x reader #leonardo x reader tmnt #peepaw leo #platonic tmnt x reader #casey jones junior #casey jones x reader #casey junior #casey junior x reader platonic #leo rottmnt #rottmnt x reader #save rise of the teenage mutant ninja turtles #normie writes

[gracie7209]

Amaryllis: Chapter 10 - Safe House

Pairing: Frankie x f!Reader

Word Count: 3.7K

Rating: M

Warnings: Language, drinking, TOM, descriptions of nursing (not explicit), spying, Frankie and Reader not using common sense when around each other - Frankie desperately needs a new phone, Will and Benny finally make and appearance, rating goes back up next chapter!

Summary: Frankie and Santi come up with a plan to get Tom out of the house and Frankie pays you a visit. Tom and Santi have words while at the safe house and Tom continues to prove how awful he really is.

A/N: Chapter 11 takes place at the exact same time as chapter 10, but ended up being way too long to fit into just one chapter. That being said, I should have the next one up in a couple of days :)

As always, thank you so much for reading, liking, reblogging, asking questions etc It truly means the world to me ❤️

Series Masterlist | Main Masterlist

You have it.

You bide your time because this has to be done right.

It’s only been two days since you recorded Tom admitting to killing Frankie in cold blood. Attempted murder in reality, but Tom didn’t know that yet.

You haven’t spoken to Frankie since the morning after he stayed over. The morning after your world had yet again been changed when he came waltzing back into your life.

You didn’t want to take any chances at this point because Tom was very clearly on edge. The call he received about Frankie’s body being found and your subsequent conversation had left him more anxious than usual. You decided that because you already had what you needed that letting things simmer for a few days would be the best option. Now, it was only a matter of time before things fell into place.

—

That time came rather abruptly as a haggard looking Santi came barging in after banging on your front door, yelling for Tom.

“Tom!! Tom man, I need you to get out here!!”

“What’s going on Santi?” You squeak out. You honestly had no idea what was happening since you hadn’t spoken to him or Frankie since the other day. You had just started nursing the baby in the living room, a rare occasion for you as you would normally stick to the nursery. You were grateful for the change up however, because you didn’t have to get up or shift around and your son’s attention was solely focused on soothing his hungry tummy, so he paid absolutely no mind to Santi’s abrupt intrusion.

When he looks over to you, all Santi does is wink, and you know it’s a ploy… you play along, but your reactions are genuine as you’re completely unsure of what's happening.

Tom comes barreling out of the room, having just woken up even though it was already mid-day. “What the fuck? Pope? What’s going on?”

“Tom. Man… we gotta go. We have to GO now!”

“Slow down, slow down….. where are we going??”

“They found us. They found us man…… I got a hit on my cell and it’s them. We have to go… Will and Ben are already on the way, but we have to get out of here NOW!!”

“Shit! Safe house??” Santi simply nods and at that Tom runs back to the bedroom and throws on some clothes and boots, gearing up for whatever they were about to walk into.

With Tom still in the back, you take a second to ask what you should be doing.

“It’s ok…. Trust me. We have a plan…. Just wait for my call. Shouldn’t be long, but I have to get him out of here.”

“Ok. Are we,” You Motion toward the lightly covered bundle in your arms, “are we going to be ok here?”

At that moment, Tom walks out of the bedroom, decked out in a tactical vest filled to the brim with guns and ammo, and strangely enough you think, zip ties.

“Yeah, they’re not coming here right? These two will be fine staying home??”

Santi fights the urge to roll his eyes, his disdain evident for how little Tom actually gives a shit about his wife and son, but continues… “Yeah they only got mine to my knowledge. They should be fine here.”

“Good. Well let’s get out of here then..”

“Um, how long will you guys be gone???”

You still didn’t understand what the plan was, so your confusion was real, but you trusted Santi… you just needed to play into the “scared housewife” bit for a little longer and then this would finally be over.

“I’m not sure. We’ll know more in a few days, but for now, we have to leave. We’ll be in touch soon though.”

“O..ok… ok…. Be careful!!” They’re backs are to you now walking down the porch steps to Santi’s truck. They take off and you’re left to your own devices for a bit, unsure what to even think. You finish feeding the baby, or rather he falls asleep once he is content and his belly full. You make your way to the nursery, carefully laying him down on a muslin blanket and making quick work of getting him swaddled nice and tight, before letting him rest in his crib and turning on his mobile. Little woodland animals move up and down as it spins while a soothing melody plays lightly. You close the door and go back into the living room. It’s peaceful enough that you contemplate heading to bed yourself for a much needed afternoon nap, that is until a gentle knock at the front door makes you jump.

—

It’s only been maybe thirty minutes or so since Tom and Santi left, so surely they wouldn’t be backtracking with the threat of, whatever that was, on their trail? You look through the window and practically throw the door open when you see Frankie waiting patiently.

“Frankie? What are you doing here?” You try to sound alarmed, because he shouldn’t be here. It’s too dangerous and Tom just left, but you can’t help the smile that adorns your face when you see him.

“Hey..” Is all he says. It still boggles your mind that he’s even here.

“Hey….” You say back a little awkwardly, but you’re not uncomfortable. just unsure. Not in Frankie, but him being here at all. The last couple of days have given you some time to just absorb the gravity of the entire thing. He’s alive. Frankie’s alive.

“Can I come in??” He’s smiling, so you feel confident that he’s not just here on a whim. He and Santi had a plan and it must mean that Tom isn’t due to be back any time soon.

You quietly nod and step back, opening the door fully to allow Frankie room to walk in. He takes about two steps inside before you shut the door and lunge yourself at him, your arms encircling his waist and your face in his neck. His arms immediately come around you, rubbing comforting circles into your back.

You feel him nuzzle into your hair, kissing your temple, before slowly pulling back, just a little bit, so he can see your face. He gently hooks a finger under your chin to make you look up at him.

With tears in your eyes you give him a pensive smile, not knowing what to say as there’s so much you want to tell him. You settle for a meager, “Hey,” instead, just to break the somewhat, yet not completely uncomfortable silence.

“Hey yourself… Are you ok?”

“Yeah, I’m fine… it’s just still so hard to believe you’re here with me. I missed you. I really missed you.” You turn your face into his palm and his thumb gently strokes your cheek.

“I missed you too. But I’m here now. I’m not going anywhere. That’s… uh, that’s why I came to talk to you.. we have a plan. Well, Santi has a plan… I think we’ll be able to get it out of him, so we-“

You cut him off because of course! He doesn’t know that you already have what they need. “Frankie!!! Oh my gosh. I haven’t had a chance to tell you, but I got him! I got him!!!”

“What do you mean?”—

“He confessed! Hold on,” you practically launch yourself down the hallway to your bedroom, almost tripping over Tom’s clothes laying strewn haphazardly all over your floor. You ignore it and make your way over to your dresser.

You’ve kept the recorder in the bottom of your sock drawer, hidden underneath a piece of loose plywood… you try to keep it on you at all times, but it’s a nice little temporary hiding spot.

Frankie is sitting on the couch when you come back out, looking around nervously, not completely comfortable being in Tom’s space.

“Here, it’s all there. He basically kept trying to tell me, but he actually admitted to it, Frankie.” Your voice takes on a sullen tone.

“I can’t believe he tried to kill you. That he actually believes he murdered you and is acting like everything is just fine.

“Can I listen to it?” He Isn't completely sure what to expect, so he’s following your lead.

“Of course, but it’s just, um, not a very pleasant conversation.” Frankie nods his head in understanding. Nothing about Tom was pleasant in general, so if nothing else he anticipates what he’s about to hear to be uncomfortable at best.

“We can listen together if you want?”

He gives you a firm nod and presses play—

It doesn’t take long before Frankie is grabbing for your hand and lacing his fingers through yours. Just the sound of Tom’s voice has him on edge, but you both need to be sure that what’s recorded is going to be enough.

—

“Pope, what do you mean you don’t know? We could be here for weeks!” It’s only been a few hours and Tom is already chomping at the bit, ready to go in guns ablazing.

“I mean, we don’t know. We probably need to just lay low for a while. At least until we can figure out what we’re up against. We took out several of his men back in Colombia, but we don’t know what kind of pull this guy had or what resources he had here.”

The plan was to wait… wait Tom out until he starts getting antsy due to the lack of action. The safe house was completely stocked, with five bedrooms, two bathrooms, a kitchen and even a full bar.

The perfect place to just hide out that they had used on occasion when getting ready for something big… But, Tom really hated just sitting still. His first instinct was always to push forward and make the move and get things going, but this was the first time they were being tracked (or so he thought.)

They’re not at the safe house for more than a few hours before Frankie lets him know that you had gotten the confession out of him.

is it enough?

Yes. It’s all there.

Santi trusts Frankie with his life, but he just got him back and he needs to be sure. So, he decides to recount their time in Colombia, going over their initial plans, the recce, even as far as when and where they believe the mission went sideways, inadvertently bringing up what happened to Frankie in the process. It should be easy enough given that they were running from Lorea’s men, while not being too revealing or suspicious.

With the knowledge that there was already a confession, Santi wants to make sure it sticks, beyond a reasonable doubt. He wants Will and Benny to know what happened so badly, and he was going to get Tom to tell them.

Standing at the front of the table, three sets of eyes on him, Santi begins,

“Ok, so what do we know???”

—

After what seemed like hours, the guys finally decide to turn in for the night. Going over everything about Lorea was exhausting to say the least. Santi was ready for this all to be over. He had forgotten how exhausting just being in Tom’s presence could be, and knowing that he likely had a few more days of this had Santi rubbing his temples in annoyance.

He decides to give himself a night cap. Making his way to the kitchen, he finds Tom sitting at the bar top-

“What’s up man? Couldn’t sleep?”

“Nah you know me Pope. Feels weird being on the other side of the job. Never been hunted before.”

“We’ll figure it out. I got my contact in Colombia looking into who was left alive after we took out Lorea and his other men.”

“Yeah. I know. Went over all of it earlier, remember?” Santi had to bite his tongue… Tom was just an asshole. Plain and simple. A piece of shit, murderous, asshole.

“Just trying to give you some peace of mind.”

“Not until it’s done…. We should’ve finished this then.”

“What do you mean?”

“I mean, that we left a lot of loose ends in Colombia. This wouldn’t be happening had we cleaned up our mess…”

There it was. His opening to bring up Frankie.

“Well shit, we had a lot more going on than just finishing that job. I mean, fuck man, Frankie….” Santi trails off. He doesn’t have to fake the emotion that came with that memory. Even though Frankie was alive and well, it still hurt to think about. Especially looking in the face of the person responsible.

“We’ve lost people before Tom, but this was different. No one was thinking straight. It never should’ve happened.”

“Yeah. I couldn’t believe he just… fell. I — It almost makes me feel responsible…”

“What? What do you mean you ‘feel’ responsible?”

“Just that, we were fighting ya know? That’s the last thing he knew before…”

Tom shakes his head. “I feel like if we hadn’t been arguing, then he never would’ve gotten so close to the edge….”

Sant has to swallow the bile rising at Tom’s admission. He knew damn well he was responsible— Tom was a fucking psychopath and he couldn’t wait to bring his ass down.

“What were you even arguing about? What could’ve been so damn important that it couldn’t have waited until we were done?”

“He fucked my wife, Santi. That’s why we fought.”

“Fuck man.”

“I just wanted to know how he could do that to me. You think you know a person.”

“Did you find anything out? Before? Or did you even get that far?”

Tom chuckles…. “Yeah, I found out a lot more than expected. She gave him away after some— uh, persuasion….”

The smug bastard is enjoying this…. “Persuasion?”

“I just got her to confess to what they did. But I needed to know the reason from Frank.”

Santi is gritting his teeth. Fists opening and closing down at his side, but he continues.!He was so close to getting something out of Tom. He just needed to be patient. ‘Frankie’s ok… Frankie’s ok.’

“Well, did he say why?”

“Yep.” Tom takes a long pull from his beer. “He said he loved her. Hah! —Frankie didn’t even know her. I take care of her. Take care of them. The man always was a hopeless fool. Probably just jealous that I had someone to come home to. That I was gonna be a dad.”

Something seems to shift in Tom’s eyes suddenly. Like he remembered that he did in fact have a wife and kid at home that he had just left at a moment’s notice.

“Speaking of…. Probably a good time to check in on my little family.”

Santi thought he would just call, even though it was around 2:00 AM and it had been a little over 12 hours since they got to the safe house. He honestly doubted that Tom had even checked in at all in that time.

But instead of calling, he opens his laptop, pulling up a paused feed of his living room. The live feed not yet turned on.

Santi feels his palms instantly sweat. He’d forgotten about the damn cameras…. Tom had disabled them after Colombia and Santi never thought he would turn them back on. He was a fucking idiot. He knew Frankie was there —With you— This was bad.

Santi grabs his phone and sends a quick message to Frankie: “CAMERAS” in hopes that by some miracle the feed wouldn’t zero in on him right away. Maybe they were in the nursery or the bedroom. It was late, so that was very likely. He holds his breath.

“Yeah, I almost forgot I went ahead and turned on the cameras before we left. Can’t be too careful with this shit…”

“Good idea.” He felt sick. He couldn’t believe he was so foolish. Of course, he had only disabled the cameras once Frankie was ‘out of the picture.’ There was no longer a need for them.

But Tom was still careful and even though his reasoning probably pertained more to his home and belongings, as opposed to who was inside of it, he would want to make sure his property wasn’t harmed.

“Let’s see what my darling wife is up to.”

“She’s probably asleep, man. It’s late already…” He tries to stop it, but Santi knew if he pushed that it would alert Tom that something was off. He prayed they were in the bedroom. Prayed that Tom would be satisfied that you were in bed and leave it alone.

When the feed comes on, the living room is blessedly empty - Not a soul on the screen… Santi’s heart skips a beat and he releases his breath steadily.

Hoping again to pull him away from the cameras, Santi offers Tom another drink.

“Nah, I’m good, Just gonna see if she comes out.”

“Why don’t you just call her?”

More fun this way, Tom thinks…— “I don’t want to wake up the baby in case he’s sleeping.”

“Well, that’s nice of you. Lord knows new momma’s don’t get much sleep.”

“Yeah, he’s been sleeping pretty much through the night since day one. I hardly hear the little guy…”

Sure you don’t.

“Well, g’night Tom… We’ll start bright and early in the morning.”

“Yep…” and Santi turns to leave at that, while Tom’s eyes are still laser focused on the screen. He gets about two steps away before Tom practically shouts “What the fuck is that?!”

He turns slowly… Tom’s standing now, staring down the screen.

“Pope. Come look at this. Tell me if I’m seeing shit.”

“What are you talking about?”

Tom points to the blurry screen. An item he hadn’t noticed before sitting on the coffee table. He sees now what Tom must think and he swallows hard.

“Uh, well. It looks like a hat Tom.”

“A hat. Ok, so I’m not crazy? You see the fucking hat too?”

“Yeah, man, I see the hat. What about it?” Santi tries to sound aloof. He’s gotten good at bullshitting people, but his nerves are so frayed he is practically trembling.

“I don’t fucking wear hats Pope. So whose hat is that?” He thinks for a moment then, “—That fucking bitch! As soon as I leave she brings someone else home?”

“Tom, seriously dude… I’ve seen you wear a damn hat before. Not often, but I’m sure it’s nothing to worry about.”

“Nope, there’s no fucking way…. How about I just go pay her a surprise visit and find out for myself?”

“You think that’s really necessary? Lorea’s guys are still out there man!”

“But you said they only got your address, right? I’ll be in and out. I’ll just say I forgot something…” —Tom is already moving to get his shoes.

Santi scoffs, “whatever, man. You know, sometimes I think you’re too paranoid.”

“What’s that supposed to mean?”

“You really think she’s sleepin’ around? With a new baby? How would she even meet someone?”

“Well, she fucked Fish didn’t she? Who knows who else she’s been fuckin’…. But I’m gonna go find out.”

“Fuck you, it’s too goddamn late for this shit…. I’m going to bed. Do what you want.” And with that he turns sharp on his heel and slams the door to his room. He instantly tries to call Frankie, but the line goes straight to voicemail.

“Fuck Fish! Charge your fucking phone pendejo!”

Frankie’s phone was so damn old that it would constantly die unless plugged into a charger at basically all times. Santi had been bugging him about getting something from this decade for awhile now, but Frankie was always adamant that he’d use it until it stopped working entirely. Santi believed he just kept it to spite him, especially in times like these.

When he reluctantly leaves the room, Tom had already made up his mind and was pulling out of the driveway by the time Santi decided to try again at damage control. “Fuck!”

After all the commotion, Will comes out of his room. Sleep still evident on his face. “What’s going on Pope?”

“We have a problem. Go grab Benny and get dressed. We gotta go.”

“Why?” Will’s tired face is incredulous. “A little context would be nice. Did you get another hit on whoever has us holed up here?”

Santi takes a deep breath…. “I’ll tell you everything on the way, we just need to go Now.”

“Alright, I’ll grab Ben,” comes Will’s exasperated response. But then “Where’s Tom?”

“Bastard’s going home…”

“What the hell is he thinking?”

“He’s a paranoid son of a bitch! Thinks the wife has somebody at their house…”

“Why would he think that?”

“He saw a ball cap on his coffee table. I told him he’s delusional, but he insisted on finding out for sure.”

“Well, I mean, she did kind of have an affair with Frankie right? He’s not completely out on a limb to think she’d cheat again.”

“But that’s just the thing Will…” Santi feels the need to defend you as he knows the situation. Knows that you’re not a bad person.

“What?”

“She actually cared about Frankie. It wasn’t just her fucking some random person.”

“There’s no way you could know that. I thought it was a one off? And why do you care anyway?”

“We have to get there before Tom does.”

“Seriously Pope? It’s his wife, man. Let him figure their shit out. If she’s being unfaithful, then Tom has a right to know.”

“Will, she’s not a bad person. We all know Tom treats her like dirt…..—BEN! GET THE FUCK UP MAN WE GOTTA GO!”

“I still don’t see why we need to drag ourselves out of bed for this… We get there and two things happen. Either she’s cheating and Tom throws the guy out and they get into it OR She’s not and we show up for no reason??”

“Just trust me on this ok? I’ll explain on the way”

“Explain what? What aren’t you telling us?” And at that moment, Will’s younger brother decides to join the commotion—They both are staring him down and Santi he knows they won’t move until he tells them what’s up.

“Fuck! Fuck ok… It’s Frankie.” That instantly gets their attention. Benny breaks first….“Pope??”

“Frankie’s alive. If there’s anyone there at Tom’s house, with his wife, it’s Frankie……”

Will’s eyebrows shoot to his forehead and his jaw is slack—“What the fuck man???? How???? Pope, you better start fucking talking……”

“I’ll tell you on the goddamn way, because if Tom gets there first, HE. WILL. KILL. HIM.” He punctuates every word and looks each brother in the eye so they know he’s serious…. “Now let’s fucking GO!”

—

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A/N: Only 2 more Chapters and an Epilogue left to go! It’s beyond crazy to me to be getting to the end of this story that I never thought I’d finish let alone be able to post. I’ll say it a thousand times and then some more, but Thank You all so much!!!!

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[themirokai]

I did my at-least-annual tradition of making my family’s chicken soup recipe on Sunday, and I took process photos, so I thought I’d share. Here’s what I have written down but for all its vagueness it’s still not accurate.

I think every generation has modified some stuff about the process and tweaked it for their particular tastes.

Instead of using a whole chicken, I use a split chicken breast (2 halves) plus a pack of chicken thighs (4). I like this better because the ratio of meat to fiddly bits is better and Surfski likes CHICKEN soup (lots of chicken per bowl). You could easily use half a breast or one or two fewer thighs, but I think the mix of white and dark meat is important for flavor.

Next is something I added to the recipe after reading Salt Fat Acid Heat. I salt my raw chicken and let it sit out for at least half an hour before I put it in the water. I think this helps the chicken hold flavor through the cooking.

While the chicken is sitting (so a change from the order of the recipe) I chop a large sweet onion plus the carrots, celery, and parsnips. I think I used 5 skinny stalks of celery, 4 carrots and 5 parsnips, but especially given the size variability you’ve got to judge this based on vibes. How much of each vegetable does your heart tell you that you need in your soup? The one exception to this is if you are not familiar with parsnips and you are considering skimping on them or leaving them out. That is not your heart. That is the devil and you must resist. Trust me on this and use about as many parsnips as carrots.

The next step was added by my great aunt who was a genius in the kitchen (also very good at refurbishing antiques but that’s less relevant). You heat up some butter and olive oil and sautee your vegetables in it. Yes it makes another pan to clean but it’s completely worth it. You don’t cook it for long! Just until the carrots and celery get bright and the onion is just starting to get translucent and everything is a tiny bit soft.

Ok, set the veg aside but I highly recommend snacking on some of the parsnips at this point. Every time I make chicken soup it always makes me want to make roast parsnips and I always forget when I’m meal planning.

Next it’s chicken time! Load your chicken into a big heavy pot and cover it with water. I just barely cover it because I’m going to need room for lots of veg.

Put that on your biggest burner and boil it. It will take a while to come up to a good boil. Once it’s boiling it will start to foam. This stuff.

Ick. Skim that off and throw it away.

Now, when the foaming is done, turn down the heat and dump in your veg. Mix it all in there then put your bunch of dill on top. Make sure you take off the twist tie or anything else holding the dill together.

My mom added this next step which she got from a friend of hers. It’s this shit called Better Than Bouillon.

You can use the plain chicken variety. Roast chicken is just what my grocery store had. I’m not 100% sure what it is but it really does add gorgeous flavor to the soup. I put one big spoonful in a big pot. This is what it looks like out of the jar.

Now you let everything cook together until the chicken is cooked. How long will that take? 🤷🏻‍♀️ Depends on the size of your chicken pieces and how high you have the heat, etc. When you think it might be done, pull out your biggest piece of chicken and poke it. It should be white and firm. If it is, pull the rest of the chicken out too and turn the heat way down but leave the veg and the dill in to simmer.

Now you walk away. Go scroll tumblr. Read a chapter of a book. Draw something. But you gotta let the chicken cool down.

Why? Because you’re going to shred that with your fingers and you don’t want to burn your fingerprints off. Or maybe you do. I don’t know your life.

Anyway, this is a good spot for me to stop and hit post because I’m on mobile and I’ll run up against the 10 image limit.

I hope you’ve enjoyed this so far! The rest of the recipe and the end product will be in a reblog.

#miro irl #cooking with miro #family recipe #cw meat #cw food #chicken soup #chicken soup recipe #long post

[candiid-caniine]

haiii, i first wanna say i hope you're doing well 🫶 seeing one of your posts about a year ago has really inspired me to try out edging more (+ denying myself too!) and i've come back to your blog to edge and cum to your posts so many times. at least 10 by now lol. tonight im gonna try and edge before bed without letting myself cum, and i wanted to ask if you had any advice/motivation? it's gonna be my first time denying myself past a few hours and it's so hard to edge, i always end up getting too desperate and cumming despite my plans to edge longer 😭

- 👽

awww wow this is such a sweet message omg?? of course I'll give some encouragement!!

I'm proud of u first of all! you've gone like a year just trying out a new thing, and I gotta say that's how I started denial, too - I went a year or so just edging a bunch before I came. I also felt really desperate and just ended up cumming a lot of the time lol.

all that to say: you've been working for this for a long time. you can do this. you've made yourself wait a little bit each time, and I promise you you can handle one night 💕

here's my advice: set a limit. tell yourself just five edges. that's all, don't go past five for your first time denying yourself overnight. (five is just a suggestion - use a number that you know will get you needy, but not overly desperate.) the goal here isn't to edge yourself until you're going crazy and then stop; that's a lot for your body. focus on the overnight part, not on doing a ton of edges.

then set up two concrete anchors in your mind before you start: first, aftercare - don't go straight to bed. have a little snack, some tea, watch an episode of a show you like, something like that. plan for this before you even touch yourself. whatever relaxes you, make sure you know that once you're done edging, it's hands off, relaxation time. don't browse porn. I know it'll be tempting, but do your best to let the arousal slowly simmer down as you relax.

the second anchor is that you get to cum tomorrow. you absolutely do. hell, if you wake up past midnight, or can't sleep until then, you get to cum right then - as early as possible tomorrow, you get to cum as hard and as many times as you want.

all this serves a few purposes: your body has boundaries, a way to calm down, and a way to be rewarded.

you've got this, sweetie! I'm excited for you, and proud of you, and very flattered that you shared this with me and enjoyed this blog so much you wanted to try it out 💕

above all, if it doesn't work out tonight, don't be discouraged. it doesn't mean you're weak, or did a bad job, or aren't cut out for denial - whatever happens tonight, it teaches you just a little more about what works for your body 💕

do let us know how it went if you feel comfortable!! 😊

#denial #asks #advice #👽 anon

[rozugold]

Ok will do o7

Also here's the recipe I used for the syrup if you wanna try:

1 cup brown sugar(light or dark doesn't matter)

1 cup water

1 tsp vanilla extract(optional)

Ok so you gotta put everything into like a small pot and set it to medium heat or low enough so it simmers but does not boil

Then you simmer it and stir it for around 10 minutes letting the sugar dissolve; you can kept cooking past the 10 minutes if you feel like the syrup is not thick enough(it should be sorta watery but still slightly thick, enough to be able to cling to the back of your spatula/spoon I think)

Take it off the stove and let it cool for a while(I let mine cool to room temperature) and put in a container

It doesn't say in the recipe I used but I put mine in the fridge where it completely cooled down and now it's nice and thick almost like maple syrup ^^

Now go forth if you wish to make this yummy topping >:D

- Captain Rice 🍚

Ooooo I will save this for later ty

#idk what I’d use it for but it sounds very tasty #rozu asks #anonymous #the captains #reference

[ruby-serpentis]

just watched hellraiser (2022). and i just have to say...

i am gay.

watch this movie just for jamie clayton alone. every minute she’s on screen she absolutely steals. she’s not around for much of the film but i absolutely adore her pinhead/priest!!

and her voice 🤧😮‍💨😩🥵

THE WAY SHE SAID “we have such sights to show you” KASNKDFN FROTHING AT THE MOUTH KICKING MY FEET IN THE AIR GIGGLING

disclaimer: it’s not as erotic as the original. i personally rank it 6.5/10 for me but i gotta let it simmer inside my brain for about a week. but like, watch it if you want to. watch it for jamie clayton <3

#ruby speaks #hellraiser 2022 #jamie clayton #pinhead #priest hellraiser #horror

[mrs-bingley]

blue! you gotta tell me your favorite soup recipe!!!! ❤️❤️

Hiii! Sorry I got a little bit late to this! 💖 Lately I've been eating carrot soup a lot so you are getting creamy carrot soup recipe today! 🥕✨ I do it all the time when working from home because it cooks itself and also because it makes me feel warm and happy and content.

Ingredients (1 person) 200gr of carrots per person 1 big potato or 2 small ones 1 onion Stock if you have it but water is fine (you'll be boiling the vegetables in it anyway) Preparation So you gotta chop the carrots, the onion and the potato. I usually do creamy soups so i chop it rather big, since they'll get blended later. Put it in the pot and stir fry for a couple minutes with oil (or until the onion gets transparent-y). Cover with water. To make the perfect, velvety consistence you need just enough water to barely cover the ingredients. However! This will be boiling for around 30 minutes so add a tiny bit of extra so it won't get too dense. Let it boil for around 10 mins and then reduce to a simmer for 20 minutes or until the potatoes and carrots are soft. Remember to add salt/pepper while everything's boiling! When veggies are cooked, stop the fire and blend everything. Creamy carrot soup for your enjoyment! :D I usually eat it with a slice of bread or croutons. You can also grate cheese on it if you like it! If you prefer it broth style, you can just chop the vegetable in smaller bits instead of chunks. Then do same thing for cooking. For extra flavour: put ginger and a pinch of cinnamom with the veggies while you stiry fry. Also using stock will automatically give it more flavour, so if I happen to have beef stock I will cut down the salt a bit.

This is my general go-to recipe for basically every soup tbh and I just substitue carrots with the vegetables I have in the fridge. Leeks. Mushrooms. Tomatoes. Red Cabbage. Pumpkin. Lentils (you can make it without the potates if you do it with lentils!).

Soups are lovely and warm and I hope this will warm you too!🥰💖

#blue answers #i'm not really used to explain how i cook #i actually do a lot of throwing stuff into pans and pots and don't measure too much these days #so i hope it's clear! #but I will add photos you'd like! / if it helps to understand the recipe! :D #blue's cookbook

[im-ashl]

HELLO IF U R READING THIS

i have made A PIE WIZARD

HE IS ALIVE and JOLLY

he started as a pie baron an he looked EVIL but then i baked aAAALLL the evil out and he became. so sweet indeed

and he TASTES KINDA LIKE? A CARAMEL LEMON APPLE SAUCE PIE? it is VERY YUMMY

heres my FUCKING recipe if you wanna TRY IT

ingrebients:

- box of aldis pie crust (or make your own idk how to do this)

- a bag o pink lady apples (or granny smith? or some other kinda apples. if u make another type lemme know. i used about 9-10 medium sized an it was a pretty full pie)

- two whole lemons

- 3 Tbsp flour

- a half cup of white sugar an another half cup of brown sugar

- some chrismas music goin on in the background

- cinnamon stick (or 2 tsp of ground cinnamon. its fun to grind up the cinnamon yourself w a mortar an pestle)

- 1/4 tsp nutmeg

- 1/4 cup o water

- 1/4 tsp salt

1: cut the apples, put em in a big big bowl

2: cut the two lemons an squeeze the juice up over the apples

3: go to the stovetop an in a saucepan youre gonna melt a stick of butter. an as its melting put in the 3 Tbsp of flour an schmix it up

4: mix in a lil bowl 1/4 cup water, the ground up cinnamon, the 1/4 tsp nutmeg, the 1/4 tsp salt, both the sugars, a tsp? of vanilla maybe a 1/4 one, an then mix it with the flour butter schlop

let that get up to a boil an let it boil for a minute? an then simmer it for another. should be caramely

5: put 3/4th of that in with the apples an leave the rest for a bit

6: put the crust in yo 8x8 inch pan, i do a square one. then put the apple slop in there

do the other crust on top. get creative step here

7: put the rest of the schlop on top of the pie

8: gotta armor up your pie wrap the crust edges w aluminum foil

9: BAKE for 10-12 mins at 425F, THEN bake for 50 mins at 350F

10: sing songs to it while it bakes so sweetly....,,,,

11: wait for it to cool a lil. pairs well w an ice cream flavor that you love!!

IF YOU MAKE IT INFORM ME OF YOUR PIE EXPERIENCE MAKE YOUR PIE WIZARD PLOX

#recipe #pie recipe #my recipes #im goin insane for this good slop

[greeds]

CREAMY SWEET POTATO CARROT COCONUT SOUP (WITH AGED CHEDDAR BC I LOVE CHEESE SORRY)

1 sweet potata, diced

3 big ass carrots, chopped

1/2 tomata, diced

1/2 white onion, diced

2 large garlic cloves, minced (or chopped if ur like me and dont care enough to mince lord its so hard)

cooking oil so ur veggies dont stick to the pan + pot!

2 cups water (i think. i lost count help)

1 tbsp of veggie bouillon (i think! LOL)

1 400ml can coconut milk

handful of kale, roughly chopped

cheddar cheese, sliced thin for easy melting (omit if lactose intolerant sux 2 b u bruv)

spices: turmeric, cumin, paprika, nutmeg, dried parsley, salt, black and white pepper bc why not idek the difference between them man (sorry i dont measure this shit u gotta figure it out urself. fuck it we eyeball)

NOTE: if u dont have a BZZZ BZZZ handheld thingy to blend the soup at the end u might wanna chop n dice everything super fine so that its easier to "blend" by hand. we want this soup CREAMY. UNIFORM. GLORIOUS. SMOOTH IN UR MOUTH.

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first ur gonna wanna take ur sweet potata and ur carrots and roast them a bit on medium-low heat. i did this in a pan bc i have an aversion to ovens i just hate waiting also that shit gets so hot help girl im scared! anyway u do this so it can be very soft and easy to blend in the pot, or not crunchy if u dont wanna blend ig

when the potata n carrot r soft, sautee the onion a lil bit in the pot on medium heat, then add in the garlic for another lil bit

once thats done add the potata and the carrot to the pot with ur water and veggie bouillon! also the tomata lol almost forgot her. add ur spices, mix, turn that shit up medium-high, put a lid on the pot n let it hang out

idk after like 5-10 min add the can of coconut milk, make sure to shake well. stir that shit up, it should be a beautiful turmeric yellow! let it simmer for however long ud like lol idk how this stuff works. another 5-10 min seems safe

when the soup is lookin good, BZZ BZZ blend it babey! give it a lil taste to make sure u added enough spices, and put some more if needed

add the cheddar cheese (or omit if god nerfed u at birth) and kale and turn off the fire. stir until the cheese is melted

taste the soup and again, if its lackin in flaveur add whatever da hell u want to it! chili powder is delishes with it, but my brother would die if i made it spicy so i added that to my bowl after

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UM i added some cornstarch sometime after i put in the coconut milk bc i wanted it to be thicker, ig another solution would be to use more veggies! i only had 1 sweet potata and didnt wanna overwhelm the soup with carrot so this is how it went for me

served with buttered bread <3

#food #ok to rb !

[fagcrisis]

What's your paprikás krumpli recipe? I need to know

i fucking love making paprikáskrumpli its all i do. if any of u make it based on this pls hmu

this about feeds my family of 3 for 2 days for literally every single meal so ull probably need to make less

ingredients:

10 potatoes. if theyre about fist sized use 12, if theyre those big ass potatoes god help you

2-3 frankfurters (hot dogs? wieners? idk what the fuck english speakers call these. virsli)

1 big sausage (or 2 if ur not using any frankfurters)

1 onion (like the normal one not the purple one)

paprika (sweet. u can use spicy if u wanna) to taste (i use a heaped spoonful and then some bc i love paprika)

garlic to taste (a lot)

salt

water

BIG pot. its like salad. u need a bigger pot than you think youll need

peel the potatoes and chop them into cubes (if u want it to be sort of mushy chop them irregularly). chop up the onions and uhh idk english cooking terms. like cook em till they look glassy

this is where you add the paprika and this step is crucial and you might want to use a transfem nonbinary person of you choice help you. so when your onions are glassy looking enough you take your chosen amount of paprika and put it in the pot and stir it super fast and then you (or your transfem nonbinary person of your choice) pour the water in super fast the amount doesnt matter but u gotta do it as soon as uve stirred it or else the paprika will burn and get bitter. u can drop ur garlic in the water now as well

so now uve got ur paprika-onion water u just add ur potatoes, and then pour in just enough water to cover it, salt well and let it simmer on low. if you like your potaotes hard (ew) about half an hour to 40 minutes should do it, if you like it mushier you fan go as far as an hour, but either way i recommend leaving it be for 30 minutes and then checking it every 10 minutes bc it rly depends on your potaotes

when you think your potaotes are cooked enough chop up the sausage and frankfurters, add them and stir well and leave to cook for about 3-5 minutes. u can serve immediately or let it all sit together for a bit, ur choice. eat it w smth pickled

[ivycopur]

ty for the tag @simmer-until-tender!!

1. what’s your favorite sims death?

death by fright is fun with how it can escalate, ghosts killing people to create more ghosts killing more people... i enjoy the chaos of a very haunted house 😈

2. Alpha CC or Maxis Match?

i lean more maxis match these days but i don't have a strict aesthetic

3. Do you cheat when your sims gain weight?

i assume this is more about ts4, i hardly ever see sims gain weight in ts2. but in either case nah

4. Do you use move objects?

of course, i'm not much of a builder tho

5. Favorite mod?

hmmmm there's soooo many i consider essential but if i had to play with just one mod i guess it would be the sim blender

6. First expansion/game/stuff pack you got?

ts2 university! and it's still a fave, i love playing dorms

7.  Do you pronounce “live mode” like aLIVE or LIVing?

i always assumed it was like aLIVE until the behind the sims summit which was the first time i actually heard someone from EA say it out loud lmao. ive tried to adjust to say LIVing but it still sounds wrong

8. Who’s your favorite sim that you’ve made?

im gonna go with Clementine Bosden, the C heir of an alphabet legacy i attempted in 2011 (which got nowhere near Z, lol). she's a family sim with 1 nice point which is a hilarious combination to me. pictured here raging in the park for some reason & cheating at chess with her wife (an aged-up Chloe Gonzaga). ahhhh digging up these screenshots makes me wanna pick that hood back up again....

9.  Have you made a simself?

the last one i made was in 2016 when i had an undercut... not terribly accurate ¯\_(ツ)_/¯

10. What sims traits do you give yourself?

using TS3 traits... Vegetarian, Computer Whiz, Brooding, Loves the Outdoors, Animal Lover

11. Which is your favorite EA hair color?

again i assume this is more about ts4. but i am a fan of the various ts2 rainbow mohawks

12. Favorite EA hair?

it's basic but i've used the french braid hair a lot

13. Favorite life stage?

the younger stages are cute but it's gotta be adults, that's where the most gameplay is at

14. Are you a builder or are you in it for the game play?

building is a STRUGGLE for me, im here for the gameplay. although lately i've spent more time reading about how the game works & poking around in simpe than actually playing haha

15. Are you a CC creator?

nah, i've messed around a little with texture edits but im more interested in making mods than CC

16. Do you have any simblr friends/a sims squad?

me n my gf play sims together a lot but besides that not really

17. What’s your favorite game (1,2,3,4)?

ts2!!!

18. Do you have any sims merch?

i have some sims themed stickers from redbubble...

19. Do you have a youtube for sims?

well i have a sub-account on my youtube just for all the sims youtubers i subscribe to so i can keep up with them without it all being mixed in with all my other subscriptions on my main account. but no i don't make sims videos myself. i do like to imagine the sims video essays i would make if i had a infinite time to spend on that sort of thing but i doubt i ever will 😅

20. How has your “sims style” changed throughout your years of playing?

my MO is usually to start with one sim, have a bunch of kids & then a bunch of grandkids, get overwhelmed by the number of sims i'm managing & then abandon the family. but now i'm setting up an uberhood to play with LD's story progression and im very excited to see how it goes when i can just focus on one household and let everyone live their lives without me :)

21. What’s your origin ID?

it's simbly but there's nothing on there

22. Who’s your favorite cc creator?

tbh i've been avoiding going down the cc rabbithole for now... i have a ton of stuff bookmarked to check out later but idk what i'll end up using.... i'm picky about keeping my files organized and wrangling my huge mods folder has been enough of a headache, the amount of cc out there is even more overwhelming >.<

23. How long have you had a simblr?

only since fall 2022, ive been on tumblr since 2013 but this account is pretty new, i'm just getting back into the sims after not playing for a long time!

24. How do you edit your pictures?

photoshop babey

25. What expansion/game/stuff pack do you want next?

OpenTS2😭😭🙏🙏

#ivypoasts

[homiesexual-or-homosexual]

Battle of the Bands - Chapter 12

chpt 1 / chpt 2 / chpt 3 / chpt 4 / chpt 5 / chpt 6 / chpt 7 / chpt 8 / chpt 9 / chpt 10 / chpt 11 / chpt 12 / chpt 13 / chpt 14

Pairing: Eddie Munson x Reader

Genre: chrissy doesn't die and Eddie graduates, fluff, eventual smut

Warnings: alcohol use/drinking, little bit of trauma reveal

Word Count: 2K

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It's thursday evening. You've joined Eddie on his thursday evening rehearsals with Corroded Coffin. You brought along your bass, just in case. And just conveniently the boys had a couple bass amps laying around.

They all greet you, excited to see that you decided to visit, and for a whole week! The boys all get settled quickly, and you off to the side. You can tell the boys like to play loud, especially with the garage door open to let some fresh air in. Gareth leans over to you, since you're not too far from where him and his drum are, and says that since the rich kid neighborhood is just a couple streets over, they like to remind those jerks that you can't escape the freaks for forever. You can only nod. It seems those jocks bullied everyone outside of their social circle.

As they rehearse, the boys go through a variety of songs. Mostly playing their own, but sometimes going off and playing songs that they confidently now. You can’t help but join in from where you’re seated. You don’t think they can hear it, as the amp is low, but no one misses the added rumble of lower bass.

“What kind of bass you got?” Jeff asks during one of their breaks so they can write down anything new that they’ve come up with.

“Rock,” You answer, glancing at the head of your bass.

Jeff nods, “I’ve been saving up for one of those. They’ve got more of a rumble to them, yeah?”

“Yeah,” You perk up. No one seems to talk about bass a lot, even your own band members. “Same notes, but the tone is lower.”

Jeff nods, showing Eddie his fingerings that he played moments prior.

You can’t help but stare at Eddie as he writes down lyrics and notes in the journal you’d seen sitting in his room. His curls are more unruly than normal, surely full of tangles that he might brush out later. His eyebrows are scrunched in concentration, and there’s a light sheen of sweat across his cheeks. Due to the heat outside, which dissipates slowly as the sun sets, and the heat that builds up playing guitar, the veins in Eddie’s arms and hands seem a bit more prominent. They poked out of the skin, casting shadows across his skin. Eddie’s tongue sticks out as the boys sit around and discuss their newest song, him writing down or erasing ideas that simply don’t work.

As you stare, you don’t notice Gareth stepping away from the group.

“You got a crush on him or something?” He asks.

“Huh??” You blink rapidly, looking up at the drummer.

Gareth’s got an amused look on his face, his eyebrows raised and his arms crossed.

“You got a crush on our little cult leader?” He asks again.

“Uhhh.. why??” You ask, obviously avoid his question.

“Well, for one, you’re staring at him,” He points out. “In fact, you both stare at each other when the other isn’t looking, a lot. And I think Eddie’s got a crush on you too. He was so excited when you showed up at his house, and when you called before you came. He’d talk about you a lot when we were at Battle of the Bands too. And, from what I hear, he’s letting you sleep in his bed. He barely lets any of us lay on his bed when we’re over. You’ve gotta be something special to him.”

You can only stare at Gareth blankly as you let the words he spoke simmer in your brain. A blush growing over your cheeks when the words click in your head.

“Oh well,” You start bashfully, waving off Gareth’s words. “I don’t know about that. I know you guys are special to him too. Hell, he’s known you guys a lot longer than he’s known me.”

“Yeah, true,” Gareth shrugs, looking over when Eddie calls him over. “But after you and Carver’s little interactions that I’ve heard about, Eddie seems to look up to you. We were all too scared to stand up to Carver in high school, especially when he had the whole school wrapped around his finger. But to have you, not from this town, shoot down Carver faster than a pistol. That’s brave.”

“Well uh thanks,” You shrug. “Whoever that Carver was, he sounds like real jerk anyway.”

Gareth huffs, smiling, and trots over to the rest of the boys when Eddie calls his name again.

You only sit and wonder, looking at Eddie again, doing less of a spacey staring this time. From here at your seat a few feet away from the group of boys, you notice a scar on his chin and on the bridge of his nose. You notice his eye bags, but the same light in his eyes that you’ve grown accustomed too. Sure, he was bullied in high school. But he’s still here, and he got through it and that’s all that really matters.

At the end of the night, amps are turned off and everyone’s sitting near the entrance to the garage. The air is chilly and there’s a light breeze in the air. The full moon and streetlights lighting up the air outside.

Some have beers in their hands, but you and Eddie share a joint. His arm is wrapped around your shoulders, a bit of a warm, protective bubble protecting you from the cold air. But Gareth keeps eyeing you, talking to you through his eyes. Obviously gesturing to Eddie’s arm around you and his relaxed demeanor that shows through now that he’s got you close.

You try to shrug it off, you do. But you can’t. You can’t miss the way Eddie squeezes you close when a strong gust of wind blows through Gareth’s neighborhood. Nor the way your hands hesitate to pull away when you pass the joint between you two. And nor the way you catch Eddie staring at your from your peripheral.

“Alright kiddos,” Eddie separates from you, standing up. “It’s time me and Missus head home.”

Gareth only raises his eyebrows in a “SEE?!?!” manner, looking between you and Eddie. Then he relaxes when Eddie faces the group with his guitar slung over his shoulder and your bass in his hands, both already packed snuggly into their cases.

“That alright?” Eddie heads back over to you, offering a hand to help you up.

You take it and he hoists you up from the concrete, “Yeah.”

“Night night, boys,” Eddie waves to them, not separating your hands as you say goodbye.

“Bye Eddie,” The chorus. “Bye Y/n! See you tomorrow!”

“Bye guys!” You wave before opening the passenger door to Eddie’s van, waiting as he settles the guitars in the back.

He starts up his van and you’re on your way back to Eddie’s trailer.

Eddie can’t remember what cassette he put in. But what he hopes to remember is the sound of your voice as you quietly sing along to whatever song is playing through the speakers in his van. And it seems that he gets home a little faster than he you’ve hoped. But nonetheless, he’s gathering up your guitars and leading the way inside and opening the front door for you.

“What if,” You and Eddie have settled in his room, and he’s setting down your guitars to lean them up against the wall. “We like, made a song together?”

“Together??” You give him a bewildered look, sitting on his bed to take your shoes off.

“Yeah, like I can sing, you can sing, we can both sing,” He shrugs his shoulders, slinging his jacket from his shoulders. “I can play guitar, and you can play your bass, or we can both play guitar.”

"Umm...," You think for a minute, looking down at your lap before back up at Eddie. "I can do guitar. I think it'd be cool if we both did, see what we can do with that?"

"Perfect!" You watched as Eddie spun around, prancing over to the case where you kept your guitar, unzipped the case, and back over to you. He bestowed your Ibanez electric like a sword being bestowed to a rightful heir, bowing down on one knee in front of you. You take it with gentle hands, settling it in your lap.

You tune by ear as Eddie takes his B.C. Rich electric out of his case, setting it on his bed as he fiddles around with his amps and cords, untangling and plugging them into outlets on the wall and then tossing a cord towards you to plug into. Once the amp is on and safely plugged in, you start doodling, adjusting your knobs on the lower body to your preferred sound.

While you do that, Eddie watches as he sets up his own amp, still standing over by his wall that's adjacent to where you sit just beside his bed. He watches your skilled fingers pluck at the strings, he still has to find a pick for you, and press into silver strings. Your hair falls around your shoulders, blocking half of your face to his view. The only time you look back at him is when the metalhead sits across from you, guitar in his lap, notebook thrown on the floor between you two. He hands you a spare pick he had laying around.

"M'lady," Your fingers graze as he hands you the pick.

"Sir."

You watch as Eddie flips open his notebook, flipping through scribbled on and messy pages before finding a blank one. It's a composition notebook, so it's a full blank board.

Eddie sets the vibe first, going between watching his own fingers to you, watching to see if you're not vibing with what he's putting down. You are though. How could you not when you both have the same taste in music? You join in soon, on your electric. You stutter for a moment as Eddie starts singing, not used to hearing his voice outside of concert. It's smooth, with a bit of roughness mixed in at just the right moments.

You join in on your guitar first, watching his fingers to get a vibe of what Eddie was shooting for this session, following his a few octaves up. You occasionally added your own spin on parts, the two different guitars melding nicely together. And, rather nervously, you do eventually join in with your own vocals. They're quiet at first, and you try not to notice the stutter in Eddie's fingers and the way he whips his head up to look at you. You keep your head down, a light red dusting your cheeks.

But eventually, you do get enough courage to play at the same volume Eddie does, and to sing just a little louder. And you get into the groove of occasional breaks to write down what you two have made up, and to talk it through and plan the next few verses, and then jumping right back into your private performance.

You can't help but stare at Eddie as you sing, and he stares right back. He's doused in the yellow light of his room, outlining his hair and coloring stray hairs that heavenly yellow-orange color. His skin is practically glowing in the light, highlighting any peach fuzz on his face and the hair on his arms, as well as creating shadows from where his veins protrude from his arms and hands. Eddie is a good mixture between pretty and handsome, and you wouldn't change it for the world.

And you two Eddie, his lamp on his dresser at the side of his room casted his shadow over you, lighting you up in the yellow light. You're skin glowed and you're eyes seemed to shine even brighter. The light only highlighted what could be seen if someone was really paying attention, the freckles and spots on your face, the curves and dips of the tendons in your neck. And that one freckle on your right arm that seemed to stand out like white on black.

Neither of you know what time it is, nor the car pulling into the dirt driveway in front of the trailer, nor the door front door opening, nor the footsteps coming down the hall to see where the sound was coming from.

Eddie stops first, the creaking of his bedroom door opening stopping his actions like that of a deer in the car of headlights. You stop after him, a light buzz coming from the amps you're hooked up to.

"It's bedtime, kiddos," Wayne's peaking his head into the room.

"Oh shit," Eddie looks at his digital clock behind him, it displays 5:30am. "I guess it is."

"Goodnight, you two," Wayne bids goodnight as he slowly shuts the door, a small smile on his face.

"Goodnight Wayne!" You two say back.

Reluctantly, Eddie turns off the amps and wraps up the cords you two were using after unplugging them from your guitars. Eddie hangs his guitar up on her wall mount before taking yours and propping it against his dresser.

"What if," You start, in the process of going through your suitcase to find potential pjs. "We did something like this?"

Eddie watches as you finger along to whatever tune your humming to him.

"And then," You finger again, humming a different tune.

Eddie can only watch as he moves things from his floor so neither of you step on anything in the morning. He watches as you talk with your hands, talking almost a mile a minute. Obviously you're excited about the song you two are writing. So excited you forget to tell Eddie to turn around as you start to change into your pjs. All Eddie can do is blush and advert his eyes as he looks for pjs of his own, still listening to your ramblings. He's a gentleman after all, and he knew that he wouldn't be able to stop his eyes from wandering, you're attractive after all.

Once he's done with his pjs, and you with yours, Eddie guides you towards the bed, sitting you down so he can turn his lap off without bumping into you in the dark and possibly knocking you over. Making his way back over to his bed in the minimal light, Eddie uses his hands as his eyes as he navigates the maze of blankets and pillows, trying to find you before he's comfy under his blankets.

You're already under the covers, and when Eddie settles down you nuzzle up to him, but not too close.

"What if we both had a solo?" You asl, still rambling. "Like cool ones. That kick ass!"

Eddie chuckles, "Yeah?"

"Yeah!" And you dive head first into another rambling, same subject, different topic. Eddie can just barely see you talking with your hands beside him, and he can practically hear the smile in his voice. But it's a yawn of his own that temporarily blocks out your voice.

"Sweetheart."

"Yeah?" You ask, cutting of your rambling to give Eddie your undivided attention.

"Let's get some sleep before the sun rises, yeah?" Eddie suggests, his voice soft.

"Okay," You yawn, turning towards him to get comfy.

"Goodnight," Eddie whispers.

"Goodnight," You whisper back, your now tired mind zeroing in on his hand that holds yours. When did that happen? It's so warm that you barely care though. And soon enough, you're already more than halfway asleep, almost missing the way Eddie takes his free hand to move some stray hairs from your face and press a tentative kiss to your forehead.

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Taglist: @calizmor

#aj posts #stranger things #eddie munson #stranger things x reader #stranger things imagines #eddie munson x reader #eddie munson imagines