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open--till--midnight · 2 years

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Ok hear me out, Eskel x reader who is just very... ordinary.

She has a good knowledge of herbs and medicines and patching people up, that’s about it besides a hobby of storytelling and singing little tunes she hears from traveling bards.

Maybe Eskel comes across said reader (however you want) and is drawn in by her for no particular reason he can place. Maybe after a couple encounters after rough contracts, each time ending with her fixing him up and letting him rest in her home till he can leave, he asks her to come with him on the road. Eskel of course being the man he is, would say that it was for healing purposes and a Witcher could always use a medic. But he really just liked the the comfort of readers presence.

-🌲🌾anon

Lessons in Hospitality

eskel x gn!reader

summary | after catching a glimpse of a mysterious witcher, you are captivated. and after a couple encounters, this witcher is ready to take you with him.

cw | drinking until drunk, not proof read

wc | 3100

a/n | so this ask is very similar to my Love Letters series, so if you like this, you'd probably love that, because of this, I deviated from this ask a little bit, but not by much. also, reader is shorter than Eskel, but I don't say by how much

also, i am so sorry for not getting this done sooner, like this ask was from august. but i also have to thank you for getting my creative juices flowing again *muah*

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You cursed yourself as boiling water splashed your fingers, nearly causing you to drop the pot you were trying to move off of the fire. No matter though, you found temporary relief by dunking your fingertips into your wash basin nearby. And disregarding your scalded tips, the soup would still turn out fine.

You kept the leftovers hanging over the fire after you ate your fill. Inevitably, you always made too much. Maybe the growing loneliness of your home was getting to you. If one could call it loneliness. On either side of your walls was the endless racket of your careless neighbors. And in front of your home, busy streets and at the back rested ancient woods. You felt a pull towards the trees, wanting the grass at your feet as opposed to the ceaseless mud of the town streets.

In the morning, your day began with a buttered slice of bread while hurrying to dress. The town square was already full of the two dozen children that lived there. A few were missing, but they were bound to show up. They looked forward to Monday mornings as much as you did. With no schoolhouse or teachers, you took up the responsibility of instilling in these children a love of learning and fueling the fires of their curiosity.

You started by sitting on the edge of the dried-up fountain and began asking the children about their past week. When the usual speakers finished you encouraged some of the quieter ones to speak up. Which they did, they always did what you asked of them.

When the sun was at its peak in the sky a stranger walked past with twin swords strapped to his back. The children, of course, could not hide their staring. You gazed at the man through lowered lashes, hoping to conceal your immediate fascination with him. But you snapped back when he disappeared through the butcher’s shop doors.

The children’s excitement erupted instantly in the form of questions and enthusiastic statements. Like ‘who was that?’ and ‘did you see his swords?’. Your little town hadn’t seen a witcher in decades, definitely not in your lifetime. But you’d heard the stories and the songs. After you told the children about the job of witchers, they, of course, requested a story.

Your story took the form of a ballad you’d heard years ago by a traveling bard, the name of which you had long forgotten.

That night, while you lay facing the ceiling, you contemplated the stranger from earlier. Those swords, those scars, there was no doubt he was a witcher. You wondered what could bring a witcher to your town. You hadn’t heard of anything that could warrant hiring a witcher. Everyone knew there were creatures in the woods, but they’d never caused issues. Perhaps he was just passing through. A small, dark part of your mind hoped he was here for a job, that he would stay just one more day.

His face was at the front of your mind as you fell asleep and it was the first thing you thought of when you woke.

The day ahead of you would consist of running errands for the townsfolk. With no real job you picked up what you could. This was easy since your neighbors appreciated all you did for their children.

The herbalist needed a root that could only be found in the woods and she was willing to pay good money for you to retrieve a basket of them for her. You knew those woods well, so you agreed.

As you passed the first line of trees you began to feel foolish. A witcher had just graced the town with his presence and what were you doing but leaving town and entering the most dangerous place you could. But maybe that’s why you did it. Your curiosity had put you in danger before, and now you were willingly walking into monster-infested woods for a bit of gold.

The wind whistled through the thick patches of trees. You knew where the roots were and you took no time to get there. The longer you spent in the woods, the more uneasy you became. But the roots were only feet away, so you laid down your basket and got to work, hoping to leave the woods as soon as you could.

As you pulled the last root, you caught the overwhelming feeling of eyes watching you. And the woods around you grew silent, unmoving save the few branches swaying with the wind. A growing fear settled in your gut as you rose and surveyed the area.

From behind a tree, a witcher crouched, his hand ready to draw either silver or steel. But when he looked out his hand dropped to his side and he stood.

“You know what manner of creature lives in this forest, don’t you?”

You almost tripped as you spun around to face the stranger who was now leaning against a tree. It was the man from the day before, the witcher. Any fear you felt fled the moment you saw his face.

“I’m afraid not. I mean, I’ve heard stories. We all know there are monsters here. I saw you yesterday, going into the butchers. Is that why you’re here? Did he hire you?”

“Yes.” The witcher’s lip quirked up as his eyes shot down. He, too, had seen you the day before. You had struck him with a curiosity that he hadn’t felt since his youth.

“Not much of a talker, are you?”

“How would you know that?”

“Am I wrong?”

The witcher responded with a smile. And when he didn’t speak, you gave him your name.

He gestured to his chest, “Eskel. And as much as I’d like to continue this chat, I am hunting and you are not only in the way but also in danger. Will you let me walk you home?”

You grinned at him, “Yes.”

He wasn’t used to being so willing to spend more time than needed with someone, but he felt a sense of obligation to keep you safe. Not that you were a burden, quite the opposite, he had been entranced by you and he needed to know why.

The witcher who you now knew was Eskel carried himself differently than most men. His shoulders were slumped, although you could practically taste the tension he held in them. And though he stood taller than you, it did not feel as though he was looking down upon you. He seemed to make himself seem smaller than he was. You did not know it yet, but it was his resounding effort not to scare away the human who had so quickly captivated him.

“So, what exactly are you hunting?”

“Do you really want to know?”

“No, actually. Just trying to make conversation.”

The rest of the walk was silent. And while this silence comforted you, you wondered if it had the same effect on Eskel. By the hint of a smile you could see from his side, you assumed it did.

When Eskel brought you to your door you asked, “Would you like to come inside for a while?”

“Maybe another day, I’ve got a job to do.”

“Well, if you ever need anything, you know where to find me.”

He shot you another breathtaking grin and turned away. Eskel was thrilled that he’d had a successful interaction with someone so enchanting. But he left you wishing that you had insisted on his stay. He was probably staying at the only inn the town had, you wouldn’t wish your worst enemy there. The pub and its patrons made just about the worst environment one could imagine. You couldn’t let him stay there. He was risking his life to make your town safer, the least you could do was offer him a soft cot and a warm fire. But when you stepped out of your door to call out for Eskel, he was gone.

So at sundown, you went to the pub that housed the inn. And you waited, sitting in a corner, nursing your ale. The hours passed and still no sign of the witcher. You had even asked around, no one had seen him. So you waited still.

You couldn't count the number of drinks you'd had. But even when your vision doubled, you ordered another. You stayed planted in your seat despite the patrons' many attempts to get you out of it. The reasons for which you didn’t care to ask.

Another hour passed and the moon was at its peak in the sky, but you wouldn’t notice because you were caught up singing drinking songs with the other patrons. You were rowdy and uncontrollable. You were a prime example of why you avoided this trash pit of a tavern.

When Eskel stumbled into the tavern, tired and bloodied, your eyes immediately found him.

“It’s you!” You slid off your chair and neared him, “I’ve been waiting for you for so long. Have a drink with me!”

Eskel saw the way the men at your table were staring at you. He saw nothing but trouble.

“I don’t think so.” He eyed a particularly decrepit looking man who had begun to look agitated. “Why don’t I walk you home?”

“But I’m not done having fun.”

“You said you were waiting for me? Well here I am. Come on.”

When Eskel got you outside he hoisted you up onto his horse and started to lead it.

“Why aren’t you sitting up here?”

“Look at me, I’m covered in monster guts.”

“Clothes can be washed, come on.”

Once he had mounted, he wrapped his arms around you to steady you as he held onto the reins.

“Why were you gone so long?”

“Monster hunting isn’t so easy.”

“Really! Who would have thought?”

“Hush now.”

“Why did you say you were waiting for me? How did you know I would be there?”

“Easy, there are no other inns in town. As for why… That place is shitty.” You could feel Eskel’s laugh on your back and your face dropped. “I’m serious. You’re saving lives and you have to stay there? That’s terrible.”

He laughed again, not the reaction you had expected. “I’m afraid that is normal.”

“It shouldn’t be.” You mumbled before you fell silent. When you slumped against Eskel’s chest, he knew you were asleep only a couple of minutes before your house.

As much as he didn’t want to disturb you, he ran his hand down your arm and spoke quietly to wake you up. He helped you off his horse and started to mount once more.

“Wait!” You realized you’d never actually asked him to stay at your home. But you found yourself suddenly dizzy. Before you could fall, Eskel had already reached your side. “Thank you. Now. You can stay here if you’d like. I mean my sofa is probably much comfier than whatever they’re calling beds over at the inn.”

“Do I have a choice?”

“No.” You giggled.

When you woke the next morning, the witcher was gone. What he left was a note that read:

I’m sorry to leave so early, but the jobs need done and I couldn’t stay behind too long.

I thank you for your hospitality, I hope this coin is payment enough.

Eskel

Beside the note was far too much coin for your simple act of kindness. But you planned on seeing the witcher again. So the coin along with the note went into a jar you placed by the door.

Not a night passed that you didn’t think of Eskel. Those golden eyes just beneath his furrowed brow. A jawline that could kill and his oh so kissable lips. And of course his most interesting feature being those scars that lined the side of his face, sexy in their own way. The way they tugged at his upper lip. The image of him never left your mind.

Of course the rugged man, so rough and tough on the outside, but gentle enough to wake you up without startling you. The way he risks his own life to save others. He had this way about him that just outright captivated you.You were determined to see him again.

And every night, while laying on the cold hard earth, Eskel thought of you. Your humble sweetness. The way you so willingly offered a witcher a spot in your home. All because you thought it was unfair for him to stay at a run down inn. Something so simple, yet it meant the world to him.

He pictured your face and the way it lit up when you saw him walk through the tavern doors. The way your body fit perfectly in front of his kept his imagination running wild. He felt like a teenage boy again, only now he had the freedom to pursue his interests.

You longed for his return, though you knew it was unlikely. While you hummed in the kitchen, wiping off a wet pan, you heard a powerful knock on your door. Uncertainty grew in you. Your home had few visitors, and at the late hour it was, this was highly unusual.

Against what you thought was your better judgment, you opened the door. It revealed a witcher, doubled over with a hand in the air, falling away as the door fell open fully.

“Eskel!”

He was covered in blood, but you couldn’t tell where it was coming from. He clutched his stomach with one hand and kept the other firmly planted on the ground.

You kneeled down and removed his hand from his stomach, now seeing the massive wound. If he wasn’t a witcher he would surely be dead. He went along with your motions to get him inside. You didn’t want him to be laying on the floor, but it was the only place the two of you were able to make work.

Despite your attempts to stop him, he sat up halfway and started to dig through his bag. After digging around, he pulled out a vial and downed its contents. Only then did he lay down, eyes fluttering closed in defeat.

You worked hard and fast to stop the bleeding, and even when it did you couldn’t tell whether it was because of your work or if he was just healing that quickly. You didn’t even know if your efforts were worth anything.

Once you were done it was a waiting game. You paced the length of your home. The screams of your left side neighbors could be heard, of course they would choose now to have a go at each other. You covered your ears with your hands and kneeled on the floor beside the unconscious Eskel.

When he still hadn’t woken by midnight, you headed to bed, having nothing but the hope that he would be there when you woke.

Your hands were shaking when you were getting dressed the next morning. And you barely had the courage to go downstairs and face what may or may not even be there.

To your surprise, he was there. He was kneeling, scrubbing the blood out of your floorboards.

“You don’t have to do that, you know?”

“It’s the least I could do.”

“I could just get a rug.”

He laughed, causing his muscles to ripple across his torso. When you processed that all he wore were trousers and your bandages, you tensed up.

“How are you feeling? I know that witchers can heal fast, but I guess I don’t know just how fast.”

“I’ll be fine. Just sore, that’s all.”

“Impressive. Did you manage to kill the beast that did that?”

“Was no beast, just a man. But, yes, he is dead.”

Not knowing how to respond, you offered coffee, which led to several engaging conversations. Half the day had already passed yet neither of you cared for the lost time.

“I can’t believe you tried to pay me!” You walked over to the jar by the door and slammed it down on the table in front of Eskel. “Can you not accept a bit of kindness?”

“I know the price of kindness toward a witcher. You deserve it.”

“Well I want you to take it back, please.”

Of course, he refused. That is, until he drew back and accepted the coin back.

“Wasn’t so hard, was it?”

After dinner, and a few ales, you set him up on the couch and headed to bed. Both minds plagued with thoughts of the other. Neither able to quiet them.

And when you woke in the morning, he disappeared, once again.

In the jar by the door there were now more coins than before. And the top corner of a note was tucked under the jar.

I’m sorry.

That was all it said. The truth was that the witcher had no idea how to say goodbye to you. He ran through it in his mind countless times. But how could he leave one like you? He couldn’t, was the simple answer.

You cried that night, though you didn’t really know why. The witcher put a spell on you and you swore you were cursed.

You had seen Eskel one more time after that. Not dissimilar to the way he showed up at your doorstep, kneeling and bloodied. After you patched up some minor wounds a night of comradery ensued.

It was now a year since that night. You were in the forest looking for plants to show the town’s children. It was starting to get dark, so you decided to head back home. That was until you found Eskel.

He was leaning against a tree, pulling what looked like a tooth out of his shoulder.

“Need any help with that?”

“If you wouldn’t mind.”

“Not at all.” You carefully started working at the fang, trying to keep calm. That’s when you looked up to see him smirking at you. “I’m starting to think you like playing the role of damsel in distress, Eskel.”

“Well, I keep getting saved by this knight in shining armor, why wouldn’t I like it?”

You let out an uncharacteristic giggle before fully unlodging the tooth from his shoulder.

You walked with him while he collected his reward and then led him back to your house where you made dinner and fell back into your routine of staying up until the early hours of the morning while talking about anything and everything.

“Come with me.”

“What?”

“Join me on the path this year.”

“Eskel…”

“You can patch me up, keep me healthy. It’ll pay well.”

“I don’t know how well I’d be able to do that. I do my best with you, but I know next to nothing about healing or medicine. And besides, I would probably just get in the way.”

“I guarantee you will not get in the way. I enjoy your company.”

You said yes, of course.

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ending authors note | i don't know how much writing i'm going to get done in the near future, but if you want to be on a taglist, go to the link on my pinned post :)

#eskel x reader #eskel x reader fluff #the witcher x reader #lilywrites📝

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battendownthewhatsit · 7 months

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I am really intrigued by the big Plot Choice in OFMD S2!

Spoilers for OFMD S2 (and S1, I suppose) under the cut

--specifically, the way the show has set up Queen Zheng Yi Sao as the now- biggest *external* threat to the Revenge crew (the internal threats are arguably worse but Not The Point here!)

Because last season , the Major External Threat was The Fucking English Empire, with the Badminton brothers as their Dragon. Which meant simple villains who were easy to Boo-- BOOOOO the Empire! BOOOO the hypernormative bullies! This is a good easy Comic Bad Guy for our scrappy crew, overwhelming in power but morally in the clear wrong--they could just leave our crew alone (..to violently harass naval traffic, but like the victims in WWDITS, those aren't Real Characters here) , and they are even, both in the show and IRL, largely responsible for Stede and Blackbeard as pirates even existing. Plus it's easy to make them ridiculous losers. Excellent comic villains, no complaints intended by me, dunk on the British Empire forever.

But now, S2? The definite Big Threat going forward is going to be THE PIRATE QUEEN. Who is competent, and effective, and makes wonderful soup.

The Pirate Queen, who saved their lives and gave them every chance to fit in on her crew, mostly because she liked Olu. Because he was kind, and gentle, and she values that.

The Pirate Queen who's about a million times more disruptive to the social order, the overarching problem in the series, then Stede has ever dreamed of being. Who was, yes, a danger to the Revenge crew after the mutiny, but who was also willing to negotiate that, was doing so as they made their escape, and who had definitely earned the trust to make the conversation at least worth trying. Only they chose not to trust her, and made their escape, and considerably screwed her over in the bargain.

I don't for a moment think Zheng Yi Sao's going to lose all her trust in her crew and spiral like Blackbeard did; she's way too established and self assured for that. I don't even think she's going to make hunting the Revenge a big part of her usual working day (though pirate culture pretty much requires her to let it be known they're her enemies now). But they're definitely going to meet again, maybe several times, and this time it can't be as friends.

And , like with running out on Mary, that's totally on Stede. And I think that Stede is finally starting to really realize that his whole "dump people and run" maneuver is genuinely fucked up and hurts people-- he seems to feel really lousy about it even as he's doing it-- but he hasn't figured out a new maneuver yet (even though he's talked about other ways often enough! a very realistic hypocrisy..)

anyway something something about how last season was mostly about Stede finding the courage to Be Himself without apology, saying Goodbye to his old externally imposed roles (some goodbyes being more sword-based than others) , and it looks like this one is going to be about learning how to be True to Yourself while needing to Apologize Lots Actually; the way more complicated balancing act of needs and commitments with people who do have reasonable expectations him, instead of the easily-hateable and irrelevant Badmintons, who he could kill without guilt.

(I mean also it's gonna be very very funny. I hope Buttons changes shape several times and also bites more people. But there's gonna be a Plot and Themes and so on too, yk yk )

#OFMD Spoilers #man I don't wanna maintag this #I need a good non-maintag OFMD tag #help me out crew #ETA someday I'll get used to the MORE cut not working! someday I will!!!!

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wild-karrde · 1 year

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Karrde! Congrats on 400! ❤️❤️ You’re amazing and I am so grateful I found you here. Also I am sending healing-get well soon-chicken noodle soup vibes because being sick sucks.

I really am resisting the urge to ask for Domino Twins (because I love them your honor) ficlet and instead going with TECH because you write him so well and he struggles so much with emotions and it’s so sweet and awkward.

SO… how about TECH and any of his brothers and “You are more important than any piece of hardware.”

EEEEE THANK YOU FOR THE KIND WORDS! I am SO GRATEFUL to have you read my stuff and enjoy it! And we're almost out of the woods on this end (I hope). Still testing positive, but maybe only for a few more days.

As for the ficlet, I LOVE THIS. However, I hope you don't mind that I didn't choose one of Tech's brothers for this. I HOPE YOU LIKE IT!!! THANK YOU FOR THE PROMPT!!

Rating: T (some canon-typical violence, small injury)

“NO! Oh no no no no!”

She had been so careful, really she had tried, but between the waves continuously knocking her off balance and her sweaty palms, she’d dropped Tech’s favorite wrench into the water around her ankles. The surf was strong, immediately starting to suck the tool out further into deeper water.

“Omega what is it?”

She ignored Tech’s voice, desperate to recover the wrench before he came out to investigate. They’d been working on some repairs on the Marauder’s weapons controls, and he’d asked her to help since Hunter, Wrecker, and Echo were off completing a job for Cid. He’d been depending on her, and now she was about to cost him his favorite tool.

She scrambled after it, getting her clothes and hair wet, but at this point, she was determined not to fail her older brother any further.

He’ll never let you fly again if you lose his favorite wrench. He may not even speak to you.

Her toes lifted off the bottom at this depth, and she had to keep dunking her head under the water to search for the telltale glint. Somehow, the current was still dragging it further out. She ducked under the next wave, which crested over the top of her head, pushing her backwards. Gasping, she flailed above the surface again, trying to orient herself. She heard Tech calling her name, but ignored him, her stubbornness only intensifying. Poking her face below the surface once more, she almost sighed with relief as she saw the wrench had finally come to a rest, jammed between two rocks.

“OMEGA! STOP!”

She dove under the water, kicking hard, her hand outstretched. She was pushed back again by another wave rolling over her, but she pressed on. Her lungs were just starting to burn as her fingers finally locked around the wrench’s handle. Digging her feet in, she had to tug a few times, but finally it was free in her hands.

Suddenly, a dark shape darted through the water ahead of her. Omega kicked away, startled. Red glowing eyes stared back at her, and the shape charged at her. Teeth and multiple eyes emerged from the darkness, becoming clearer in the murk, and water filled her lungs as she tried to scream, kicking away frantically. A tentacle reached out from the depths, gripping her leg. She kicked harder, screaming into the water.

A shadow loomed over her and an arm encircled her waist, yanking her above the surface. She gasped, clutching plastoid and compression suit.

“HANG ON TO ME,” Tech shouted.

“MY LEG! IT HAS MY LEG!”

Reaching behind him with his unoccupied hand, Tech grabbed his blaster, leveling it and tracing along the tentacle that had Omega captured until he found the main body of the sea predator. He unleashed a barrage of blaster bolts, and the monster shrieked, immediately releasing Omega’s leg and shriveling up, letting the waves carry it away from the danger.

Tech immediately began half wading, half swimming back towards the ship, keeping Omega above the water as she coughed and spluttered. As soon as they were back onboard the Marauder, Tech set her on the deck and began assessing her.

“Are you hurt?” he asked, rolling up her pant leg to reveal some purple bruises forming in the shape of the suction cups the creature had on its tentacle. His fingers gently pressed around the bruises, and he watched her face for any reaction indicating a deeper injury.

Omega’s lip trembled. “I-I-I don’t think so. It just… it grabbed my leg.” The memory of the beast’s toothy, gaping maw and many glowing eyes resurfaced, and with the realization of how close she’d come to becoming a meal, Omega shuddered and burst into tears.

Tech paused his investigation before kneeling in front of the young girl, gently pulling her hands away from her face and cupping her cheeks.

“Are you injured or just scared right now?”

“J-j-just scared. If you hadn’t… I would have…”

“Take a deep breath with me, and we’re going to hold it together. Do you understand?”

Omega hiccupped but nodded.

They inhaled and Tech watched her as they held it before they released it together in a long, slow exhalation.

“Well done. Now would you care to tell me why you were so far out in the waves? After I warned everyone that there are unknown predators on this planet since it has largely been unexplored?”

Omega hung her head in shame, her shoulders drooping. “I know. I just… I dropped your wrench. The one you like so much.” She held out her empty hands as if surrendering. “I even had it in my hands when that thing had me, but I got so scared, I dropped it trying to get away. I’m so sorry Tech. I really am. I just wanted to get it back for you.” She sniffled, bracing for the scolding she was positive she was about to endure.

Tech watched her for another moment before taking her hands in his gently.

“Omega, look at me.” She sniffed again, but complied, her bloodshot, tear-filled eyes finding his behind his goggles. Tech gave her a small smile. “It is true that I love my tools and the work I do with them. But I fear I’ve given you an incorrect impression. You are more important than any piece of hardware. That wrench is replaceable. You are not.”

Omega wiped at her nose with her soaked sleeve, nodding quietly. She wanted to hug him, but she knew he didn’t always welcome those, so instead, she squeezed his hand back tightly.

“Thanks Tech.”

He nodded, reaching for her leg. “Now let’s both agree that perhaps we don’t tell Hunter and the others how you got these suction marks on your leg.”

She giggled. “Deal.”

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kazuma-asogi-blog · 2 months

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what expectations? that your hair is black and soft and sharp-ended like the midnight dawn, and that it belongs to the most handsome man in all of england? mr handsome thats just facts. more people should know this i think because thats just true!! im not giving anyone expectations that you cant meet because you surpass them all!!!

yes i know, but i did make some soup, its garlic and nettle and carrot and forest greens!! and i will deliver it tomorrow morning first thing!! mr pretty prosecutor decided im not a poisoning risk so i can just make you both food now, which is good for my heart. i felt bad not giving both of you food and now you both get food!! also i made bread, so you will have bread to dunk in your soup.

but so far as i have heard hes got a garlic allergy? because of the whole hes-a-vampire thing? or maybe thats just garlic blossoms, but you dont cook with those. i unno it seems not worth the risk.

and its okay that your dancing isnt the best, i can get you rhythm and someone!! is going to have to teach you to dance to an irish jig!! ive never seen japanese dances before you should show me. i fiddle in the streets sometimes i think this might work!!!

i didnt get to make a report though even though you told me to. im really sorry i did want to just. jack told me who the inspector was (some guy named edword allaw?) but then he said no one was going to listen because id never be able to prove anything and hes probably right but. okay this may sound weird but he did say if i snitched to the reaper hed send the professor after me and then he tried to punch me. he missed and put a hole in his wall but given that the professor killed the one guy not sixty feet from my flat (thats what that old chalk body mark is, the neighbourhood kids keep redrawing it) i am gonna. desperately hope the reapers handsome apprentice does not count. is that ok?? i hope it is ok but i am getting a bit afraid here!!

Well, I...I'm flattered.

Thanks for the soup, it was still hot and the perfect thing for a day like today. It may be spring now, but the weather is miserable, isn't it? And I'm impressed you got Lord van Zieks to try something of yours.

Oh that? Heh. Maybe he is a vampire. You never know...

I have never seen Irish dancing. I would be interested in learning about it as well.

Thank you for the name. I will make the report. You should be careful - confronting a criminal alone is dangerous and foolish. As for the Professor, he is dead and you have nothing to fear from him.

Sorry if I'm short, I have...something on my mind.

#ask #anonymous

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maleyanderecafe · 10 months

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Hey! Do you review tv series? because I think the male lead in the chinese drama well-intended love is a yandere. He is really possessive and controlling. The plot twist too is very creepy. It's available in netflix and free on youtube if you want to trt watching it. Love your reviews❤

Phew, man I am not used to watching dramas. Cherry and I watched two seasons of Well Intentioned Love, but only the first season has the relevant yandere stuff going on. It’s got a lot from cancer, to car accidents, dogs, the driver, falling into a lake, kidnapping, cakes, amnesia and acting. There is so much going on and yet nothing going on at the same time. Sorry it took so long, but this will be a very long ask. I also found this wonderful review on this website that also tells probably a better summary from what I can tell.

Season 1 and Season 2 are sort of AUs of each other, with the first season set in the world where main character Lin Lin is a struggling actor and in the second season she’s a successful actress instead. We’re going to go season by season.

The first season starts with Xia Lin, an upcoming actor with bad luck who finds out one day that she has Leukemia. She's matched with a CEO Ling Yi Zhou, to which her and her best friend Jia Fei try to break into the company to talk to him. Lin is able to talk to the CEO about her situation, and he agrees under the condition that the two get married. The CEO wants to get married to make his grandmother happy, and we also run into An Ran, the CEO's childhood friend, who is in love with him. After an encounter at a rich jeweler show, Lin runs into her ex, and in a grand gesture of love, the CEO ends up buying the most expensive jewel to dunk on the ex and to court Lin with. The two get married, and Lin gets some visits from Chu Yan, a famous actor who seems kind of offended that Lin is ignoring him, and An Ran plots to separate the newly wedded couple. Lin gets a ring to further sell the idea of the two getting married for the grandmother, and Lin learns more about the CEO by finding a toy robot in his room, while the CEO helps her career by getting her into a movie. Lin ends up finding a dog one day by the park, and keeps it until she can return it to its owner. The man who owns the dog, Nan Jin Tian seems to be conspiring for something while the CEO and Lin bond over making cakes. Lin has to go meet Nan after he finds out he's sick to return his dog. The CEO ends up buying her a dog after because of how much she loved the dog she was taking care of. Also Jia Fei and the CEO's assistant/driver Wen Li get together. The CEO gets into a car accident (off screen?) and loses his memory of the past two years. Lin tries to win over his heart, and we learn that Nan seems to have had a hand in the accident. An Ran makes a soup for the CEO to make him feel better, but we find out that the soup was actually poisoned and that that she's been hypnotizing the CEO so that he will fall in love with her. While the driver and Jia Fei get closer, we find out that the CEO actually forged the documents about her having lukemia and the bone marrow transfer, something that makes Lin question their relationship. We learned the reason why the CEO fell for Lin in the first place was when the two of them met at a cake shop on their birthday (since they share a birthday) as well as helping him once when he was really drunk. For about two years, he's gotten the driver to essentially stalk her for the past two years. The CEO also eventually gains his memories of her back.

Lin gets framed by An Ran and Nan Jin to make it look like she was groped by Chu Yan as the two have been meeting up periodically. We also get more insight into Chu Yan's family as his father hits him with a cane for dishonoring the family image, as well as Chu Yan realizing that he has a crush on Lin. He ends up at the hospital because of his father, which leads to an explosion where he dies. They find Lin's earring at the scene of the crime, suspecting her as the one who caused Chu Yan's death, as well as a photo taken that made it looks like she was attacking him before he died. The driver (and CEO) find the culprit behind the photos and during a press conference, the CEO announces him and Lin's marriage towards each other. Lin finds out that An Ran was the one that framed her and that Chu Yan is actually alive. As it turned out, he was kidnapped by Nan Jin and met Xiao You who helped him escape (though initially unwillingly). Lin and CEO try for a baby and the driver and Chu Yan get into a car accident. Lin gets the driver to find the CEO's mother so that the CEO and him can bond (since she left when he was young). We find out that Nan Jin is actually the CEO's step brother and was the one who planted the earrings so that she would be arrested for Chu Yan's death. He seems to have done all of this for revenge for his mother(?), and we also find out that Lin is pregnant. Lin and Chu Yan get kidnapped by Nan Jin, and he and the CEO get into a fist fight after the CEO goes to try to look for the both of them. Chu Yan's dad gets a redemption arc and we find out that the CEO's mom was using him so that he could get Nan Jin's love, even though Nan Jin doesn't love her back. Nan Jin gets shot at some point and dies. Lin is saved and everyone is happy with the end credits having Lin and CEO get married.

The second season starts out in an alternate universe where Lin is a successful actor. She ends up being in fake engagement with the CEO and in a realty show with him to up the numbers. A lot of the season is fluff between characters, including going to sports together and eventually get married when they find out that CEO's grandmother may die soon. We also find that Xiao Yu is much more different in this version basically being a more naive girl who doesn't know much about the world and has a hard time talking with men. There's a person that tries to drag down Lin's reputation because of a car accident he was in. We also find out the manager is the one who is blackmailing Lin? The entire thing ends with the CEO and Lin having a child and living happily together.

Cherry and I watched the second season just to make sure that we were watching all of the yandere portions of the show, but really all of the yandere things by the CEO are in the first season. I will say if you do like the characters and a lot more fluff that you would probably like the second season as well.

This show is... I don't really watch a lot of dramas (and especially not a lot of C-dramas), but I felt like this show has really weird pacing. Often there will be important plot points that are then added with fluff, and specific important scenes will be shown off screen, like when the CEO gains amnesia from a car crash, or people who were built up will die very abruptly, like Nan Jing, who seems to die from a gunshot (not even from the CEO) and then never brought up again. I know that a lot of chinese media, like manhwa often have a bit of pacing issues where the stories can often be a bit choppy, but this one really takes the cake. It's not necessarily bad since there are quite a lot of cute moments and the characters are fun and endearing, but the plot is... kinda just all over the place. I feel like for the first season a lot of the important information was dumped near the end, with most of the middle being fluff, and there was just so much going on constantly, from drugging people to brain washing to kidnapping and not really in any order. The second season is more for fluff, but like I said, don't expect any proper plot or even that much yandere things going on.

That being said, the CEO, or Yi Zhou is pretty calculating all things considered. After falling in love with her, he got Wen Li to stalk her for about two years before swapping out the tests she got for anemia with results for leukemia so that the two would meet and he could get the marriage scheme going. I will say that the two of them meeting in a cake shop because they have the same birthday is super unorthodox as a love at first sight thing and it is pretty funny to see Yi Zhou drunk and attempting to drive on the wrong side of the car. I believe at some point Yi Zhou ends up also trapping Lin inside of the house after she learns that she faked the report. In the end with the giant plot of Nan Jing trying to usurp Yi Zhou, it is nice that Lin believes in Yi Zhou and that he won't betray her, and ultimately ends in a happy ending but... it does seem weird considering the vibe of the series tends to be more light hearted, so all of these random car crashes and people trapping the CEO and Lin inside of a storehouse to freeze are really weird out of context. Lin and Yi Zhou do care for each other despite these mishaps, which is something that I always find nice in yandere media.

I will now take this moment to talk about how Wen Li is the best character. He's the driver and he has the best surprised pikachu face ever thoughout the entire series, so much so that me and Cherry kept making jokes about him. He honestly does so much for the CEO and it was really funny watching him hang out with the girls only for him to be forced back into work despite him only wanting to play cards. He's the best character honestly and I think it would be super entertaining watching a show that is based around him.

Overall, this show was honestly kind of confusing, even though the characters themselves were pretty solid. I honestly watched like two episodes of this in a row once and got a headache because god does so much happen and yet so little happens at the same time. Big thanks to Cherry for helping me summarize all of this because lord knows that I wouldnt' be able to do it myself. If you are looking for a fluffy show that suddenly has a lot of drama and a yandere, maybe this one is for you.

#Well intentioned love #yandere #male yandere #yandere boy #asks

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mahvaladara · 11 months

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Syra looked carefully at Fannar, thinking about what he said. She looked around, adding two to two together and realizing what this was. She sighed and took the cup of tea, took a sip and grabbed a cookie. She dipped the cookie on the tea and then took a bite of the cookie.

Syra: This is the only way Arlo is capable of eating cookies. He’d dunk them in tea, coffee or milk. He prefers coffee, sweetened coffee with milk -she smiled at Fannar. And then leaned back.

Syra: It’s his fault you’re sick, isn’t it? He told me he hurt someone very important to him, that he hurt them because he had to, to stop a lot of dragons from being hurt.

She sighed. Her brother told her so much

They looked a little surprised at the girl, she was clearly clever and it was more and more clear how close she was with Arlo. This also gave them an opportunity to perhaps learn more about Arlo, so that while they were stuck here, they could at least make him a little happier than what he seemed to be. It was something they would like to do.

Fannar: Yeah, it is.. but just as much as the person who pushed him to do it. They took one of my hearts, as my kind has two. And normally that should be okay, but I am only half that type of dragon, so something is wrong I think. He is working on fixing it though, so until then, I get to be stuck here. - they looked at her. - You are very close to your brother aren't you?

He smiled, dunking his cookie in the tea as well to test it out. They knew it would make it softer of course. They were also curious about Arlo, hoping perhaps Syra would tell them some things about him.

Fannar: What food does he like, I mean.. what can he eat fairly easily? I do like to cook when I feel somewhat better than what I do right now, so it would be nice to make something he could enjoy. -they smiled. - And what are your favorites.. in case I am lucky to get more visits?

Syra: When he could eat, he liked pretty much anything. He likes saltier and spicier foods. But... you know... All I remember him eating is porridges and yogurts and soup... I think he liked pizza. -She shrugged- I think he'd eat pizza. Or maybe a burger if he could. And oh! I intend to visit often.

Fannar: My mom cooks a lot, so I learned to cook from him. -he watched her.

Syra: My mom too! She’s a celebrity lawyer, but she has this cooking hobby and she’s really good at it!

Fannar smiled: And what do you like? Since I'll be lucky enough to have you visiting, I would like to know. -he winked.- And since I am a friend you can say all the things moms and dads would say no too.

Syra: He's my best friend -she smiled at him gently, watching him.- He's helping me find a werewolf!

#ts4 #the sims #sims #ts4 story #the sims 4 story #the sims 4 gameplay #ts4 gameplay #the imortal #gen 1 #s4 #syra #fannar

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skwigelfskwisgaar · 5 months

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"Can you calm down?" (Sufetta @momklok )

He took a small breath before tearing into his bread piece, dunking it into the soup. He was trying to eat the leftover bread to fill up on when his mom came crashing home with some man, clumsy pair intoxicated and uncaring that Skwisgaar was trying to eat. His mom got perched on the table right next to his food and he picked up his meal in a huff and left for his room.

There was a time where she made an effort to hide her behavior. When she told him about the cool storybook that contained many myths that he listened to then read by himself. She would tuck him in, letting him drift to sleep before she did anything.

Back then she tried.

Now here he was, seeing his mom drunk and getting handsy with a stranger instead of coming home earlier when she was expected, and Skwisgaar's attempts at feeding them a simple dinner went unnoticed.

He went to bed as he practiced scales on his guitar, drowning out the noises from the kitchen and her room as he night went on. By the time sleep was crashing over him, his mom was making some commotion in the kitchen with the stove so he drifted off to sleep.

When he woke up, he had guitar lessons scheduled so he got dressed and made the walk to the kitchen only for Surfetta to look at him with some annoyance.

"Can you have breakfast without your guitar?"

"Can you stop bringing strangers instead of the things we need?"

"... are you upset that I brought a friend over?" The incredulous look on her face and the earlier question - it made his mood sour. He didn't even try to dignify it with anger; his temper tantrums as she called them never got the point across, and at this point she was set in her ways. To attempt to explain to her that he felt slighted at the fact he had to remove himself in his own home to eat dinner in his room would go right over her.

"Skwisgaar, talk to me, are you angry?"

"I am, because you're angry I brought my guitar down when I have lessons today and you are shocked I'm upset about last night! I ate my dinner to the sounds of that other man and you - !"

"Skwisgaar! Language!" He hadn't even taken a seat, and she was berating him for his guitar when she should know he had lessons after what should have been a quiet breakfast, and now she was upset that he was losing his cool and hinting that he had heard most of her drunken activities last night.

If the bags under his eyes indicated anything, it was that Skwisgaar had not slept well - and he hated having his sleep interrupted. The curse of being an extremely light sleeper.

"You are impossible to talk to and you wonder why I don't talk to you?"

"Can you calm down?" Skwisgaar felt something snap in him.

"STOP IGNORING ME THEN!"

Surfetta looked at him with genuine shock, hurt and anger.

He hadn't even meant to be as loud as he was - he was still her son, and he often felt like a young boy in her presence. Immediately, he ducked his head and cleared his throat.

"I'm sorry, mom. I didn't mean to yell - I'm... tired." She still looked at him, almost frozen at his outburst. Shame crept up his neck - why was he trying with her still?

"I have lessons soon. I need to get going."

Skwisgaar made the awkward shuffle to pick up his case, and his too-small coat, and walked out through the side door.

#skwisgaar rp blog #rp blog #asks #ooc:#momklok #ask/interaction prompts

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your-averagewriter · 1 year

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"The Maine are f*cking here!"

Summary: (y/n)'s band are going to a festival, but most importantly - The Maine are going to the same festival and (y/n) can't wait to meet them but she's not exactly prepared (John O'Callaghan x fem!reader).

Word count: 1.5K

Warnings: swearing, sexual jokes

There's a one-day festival held in Britain each year, an alternative music one, obviously, called Slam Dunk and it's on in a few days and I can't wait. There are some really awesome bands there and it's so cool that it's so close to where I come from. The Offspring, Enter Shikari, Bowling For Soup, The Academy Is… who we're friends with and have toured with before and then a personal favourite: The Maine. In the lists of bands we ranked pretty high, we're on stage just after Yellowcard which is pretty cool because I've liked their music since I was a teenager.

I'm most excited though to see The Maine's performance and I'm hoping that they're going to the signing tent - fingers crossed.

I spend the next few days practising with my band (I'm the singer and I sometimes play the guitar as well), preparing for the show then the last day is spent travelling to the grounds as we were playing some concerts up North. So here I am sitting in our tour bus with my headphones on trying to ignore the bickering between Zack and Ben about the littering of clothes scattered around the bus. Rolling my eyes I swipe through Instagram looking at all the posts about the festival and the excited people, fans and bands alike.

Finally, we get there, much to my relief. I push open the bus door and breathe in the fresh air after four hours of non-stop driving and bickering from the others. I drop down, feeling my boots hit the floor and I'm met with the view of a massive field filled with various different stages and stalls. We've parked somewhere more private like the other bands and I can see stagehands and managers rushing around along with some unfussed band members that I recognise. Rou Reynolds (Enter Shikari), the Yellowcard group and a couple of guys from Hawthorne Heights and then William Beckett whom I am good friends with so I decide to go meet him.

I jog over to him and sling my arm around his shoulders with a grin. This is what I love about this festival - the people you meet!

"Bilvy! Long time no see!" I say using my nickname for him.

"(y/n)!" He says turning to look at me then he hugs me. "How are you?" He asks pulling back.

"I'm good, tired though after spending hours with that lot cooped up in the bus." I sigh remembering the torturous time.

"Same, I left the rest of the guys to grab some food so I could get a bit of a break."

"Smart," I say and take a mental note. "Have you had lunch yet?" He shakes his head.

"I only got here 20 minutes or so ago."

"Do you wanna grab something to eat? I'm sure there are some good food stalls here."

"Yeah, sounds good, I saw an intriguing food stall on the way here, wanna check it out?" I nod and we walk around the park until we make it to the stall. We grab some food and head to the benches with our drinks. We chat and catch up, you don't tend to have much free time when you're in a band to meet up with band friends 'cause every one is always touring.

I watch as more bands turn up and everyone finds their own place to get lunch. Whilst we're having lunch Spencer from Underoath (who I'm also friends with) comes up to us and chats for a bit before reuniting with some others.

But whilst I'm sitting on the bench with Bilvy I see John from The Maine grab some food from the same place we did with a couple of his bandmates. I hit Bill on the shoulder gently and lean in to whisper to him.

"The Maine are fucking here!" I say both extremely excited and terrified. "John is right over there!" I say and he looks over to see them.

"The guy you're literally in love with?"

"I'm not in love with him!"

"You should talk to him." He suggests biting a chip.

"I'm gonna watch their set tomorrow, I might try and say hi," I say excitedly. "You should come with?"

"I would but we’re on a bit after they are so I don't have time. Sorry to leave you hanging." He says and I assure him that it's okay before we finish off our meals and walk off to look around the park.

After a while, we all head in as it gets late and we have a big day tomorrow. I wake up quite early, not wanting to miss anything. I get changed and put on a basic black crop top and some denim shorts because it's really hot, especially for May! I sort out my hair and head out on my way to nowhere in particular. I wander around and meet up with various people, I even met some of the guys from Enter Shikari which is cool because they’re actually all really nice guys.

Lots of bands are out early setting up their merch stands before doors open and fans start flooding in. I see John again, setting up the merch stall for The Maine and I breathe deeply before gathering the confidence to go over to him and the stand.

"Hey." I clear my throat. "Can I buy a couple of things?" I ask slightly timidly and he turns around, a look of shock on his face.

"Y-yeah, of course." He says with a small smile. "Umm, what do you want?" He asks going behind the counter.

"Could I buy the butterfly hoodie and blue tie-dye top please?" I ask and he passed them over the counter. "Sorry, how much is that?" I ask him rattling through my wallet.

"Oh, you don't have to pay, it's fine."

"No, I want to pay, I like supporting my favourite bands." I say with a smile and pass him about £100.

"Oh okay." He says and takes the money, he tries to protest when he realises how much I gave him but I walk away, smiling all the way back to my bus.

Later on in the day, it's The Maine's set and obviously, I go. It's amazing, they play my favourites and their stage presence is great. The energy in the crowd is crazy for a band of their size.

I have to quickly scurry away though because my set isn't that long after theirs, about half an hour so I hurry to the right stage

Sneaking backstage, I pull on my new Maine tie-dye t-shirt for the show and prepare for the show. It was a good show, the crowd were entertained.

"Thank you, Slam Dunk, you've been great! For those of you who don't know us we're Midmorning Apocalypse and we can't wait to see you again next time!" I finish the show running off stage along with the rest of my band.

After a few minutes of pure cooling down I descend from the stage and start to walk around the site again on the hunt for some good food. I don't find any as I'm distracted by the signing tent I was so excited for. I check who's in the tent and John's name is on the list, I guess they had a few minutes to spare for the fans so I get in the queue. It's not too long because some big bands are on right now but it is by no means a short queue.

After like half an hour's wait I get to the front and I observe as a light pink haze falls on the tall man's cheeks.

"Hey," I say nervously as I walk forward towards the table.

"Hey again." He chuckles quietly.

"You guys put on a really good show," I say with a smile. "It was a great set."

"I was just about to say the same to you." He replies and we both laugh. "I'm honoured that you're a fan of ours."

"I should be saying that. Umm… I'm (y/n)." I say holding out my hand to him.

"I know, I'm John." He shakes my hand.

"I know," I mimic his response and then smile at him before removing my Maine t-shirt that I bought earlier the tie-dye one. "Sorry, I'm not stripping," I assure and laugh nervously. "I was, umm, wondering whether you could sign it for me?" I ask, timidly holding out the shirt. He takes it graciously.

"I wouldn't mind if you were but of course." He says with a smile before turning to the shirt and signing it in a permanent marker.

"Thank you so much!" I say grabbing the shirt back afterwards.

"You're welcome." He says slightly dazed. "Hey, after the festival do you wanna come to get some drinks with me and the band, that's what we usually do after festivals to celebrate?" He asks, standing up.

"Yeah, is this an offer for me or for the band?"

"Both, you're all welcome." He says smiling.

"Well, then I'll see you after then." I leave with a small wave and my shirt in hand. After I’m a little while away from the stand I let out a sigh of relief and a massive smile stays sewn to my face. Fuck yeah.

AN: I literally have no idea whether any of these singers are in demand but I like writing them anyways. If you have any musician requests then even if they're not on my master list just check if I will write for them (I probably will) then you can send them in.

I fucking love The Maine.

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goshikitsutomusmommy · 3 years

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“Incorrect Quotes with Haikyuu Boys„

Part 1 , Part 2 , Part 3 , Part 4 , Part 5 , Part 6 , Part 7 , Part 8 , Part 9 , Part 10

Synopsis : Different Quotes From Brooklyn-Nine-Nine as Haikyu!! Characters

Genre : Comedy , romance , comfort (??)

Pairing(s) : Goshiki x reader , Shirabu x reader , Aged up!Oikawa x reader

Word Count : 1.26k

Warning(s) : She/her pronouns used , mention of suicide , drowning , pain signs (??)

Masterlist Link : Here

Goshiki : You’re going to ace this test!

[Name] : You think that because you love me, and love has made you dumb.

Goshiki : I disagree, if anything, love has made me smarter. Remember last week when I boiled that egg?

[Name] : That was big. I was really proud of you.

Yamamoto : She doesn’t like me.

[Name] : So she doesn’t like you. It happens. I mean, not to me, but not everyone has my combination of elegance and charm and grace and poise, and then just gif-ability. Some would say “jif,” but then again some people would also say “ant” instead of aunt.

*On the phone with Shirabu*

Shirabu : *Groaning*, This is the last thing I need!

[Name] : Okay, so sorry about all of this, I didn’t mean to cause you trouble!

Shirabu : ...

[Name] : Oh, also one more thing. I love you.

Shirabu : *Unimpressed silence*, ... I love you too, [Name].

Part 1/2

Kita : We have ta reduce energy usage by 15%. That means no more laminatin’, Aran.

Aran : Oh, that’s fine. It’s not the thing that gives me the most pleasure in life. Interactin’ with others... that’s what gets me going.

Kita : Atsumu, Osamu, lose the chocolate fountain.

Atsumu : What are we supposed ta dip our strawberries in? Our nacho cheese fountain? That’s crazy. Unless...

*Osamu grabs a strawberry and dunks it in the cheese fountain*

Osamu : *Eating the strawberry* ... Kita, ya beautiful bastard.

Kita : Get rid of ‘em. And [Name], ya can’t run that space heater 24/7 anymore.

[Name] : Space heater? Excuse me, this is a Fornax Radiant Comfort System, and her name is Jacinta.

Kita : Okay, well Jacinta has ta go.

[Name], to the space heater : He doesn’t mean that, darling.

Kita : Seriously, turn off the space heater.

[Name] : No.

Kita : Do it, now. It’s an order.

[Name] : Yeah, well, you don’t wanna start a battle of the wills with [Surname] [Name] because you will emerge from that battle a broken man. Not to brag, but I was name-checked in my kindergarten teacher’s suicide note.

Kita : Oh, ma god.

Part 2/2

Kita : Thanks for hand-laminatin’, Aran.

Aran : Of course, if ya ask me, savin’ energy is trendin’.

Kita : [Name], did ya shut off yer space heater yet?

[Name] : Space heater?... Doesn’t ring a bell.

Kita : Jacinta...

[Name] : Oh, no. She’s still going strong.

Kita : A will take that thing away from ya by force, if necessary.

*Manager stands up, revealing 1850’s dress*

[Name] : Well, come and get it!

Kita : Seriously? The heater’s underneath yer skirt?

[Name] : Maybe. You can’t prove that.

Kita : Yeah, a can. There’s a cord runnin’ under it, and I think ya may be on fire.

*Smoke starts coming from underneath the dress*

[Name] : Mhmm... so?

Kita : What do ya mean “so”?!

[Name] : I’m not giving Jacinta up.

Kita : Ya are on fire, [Name]. Ya don’t have the upper hand in this situation.

[Name] : I always have the upper hand.

Kita : Not when there’s flames shootin’ outta yer butt!

[Name] : Especially when there’s flames shootin’ outta ma butt!

*Manager and Kita staring each other down whilst the smoke detector starts going off*

Kita : Damn it! *Grabs fire extinguisher and puts the fire out from the skirt*. How the hell did a lose to that one?

Part 1/5

*The Inarizaki VBC getting shut down soon*

[Name] : Rin, you seem pretty happy. Did you not like volleyball?

Suna : I do, I just am devoting my energy to a new project, Sunazon. It’s a one-stop online portal for my legions of followers. Speaking of whom, *Starts filming on phone*, what’s up, Rin-Hive? It’s your boy, Rin. I’m bored at practice, so I’m gonna prank all my teammates.

[Name] : ... That sounds like a bad idea for an already crappy day.

Suna : Fine, man. I won’t do it. *Walks away*, I will do it, so you can count this as my first prank I guess, unofficially.

Part 2/5

Suna : Hey, Aran, want a cup of coffee? They made an extra one on accident.

Aran : Oh, sure. Thank you, *Drinks the cup and immediately spits it out*. Oh, ma god. What is that?!

Suna : Cement! You just drank cement! Guys, check back in to see if he dies. Ugh! *Choking and gestures death hand signals, stopping the video afterwards*. You’re not really gonna die, probably, okay? Just a little honey for the Rin-Hive.

Part 3/5

[Name] : Whoo! We can save the club, this is amazing news! *Drinks out of cup and spits it out*.

Suna : *Filming the whole thing*, ah, you just drank cement~ You just drank cement~

Part 4/5

Suna : Oh, Gin, you look so sad. You know what would cheer you up? A nice bowl of miso soup.

Ginjima : No thanks, Suna. I’m not in the mood.

Osamu : So, Suna, is the soup up for grabs?

Suna : ‘Samu, no. My followers are sick of watching you eat cement.

Part 5/5

Coach Kurosu : We’d like ta thank Suna. Apparently, the community came to our aid. There was a swell of online support orchestrated by an organization called “Suna-Zone.”

Suna : *Poping from behind a counter*, I think you mean Sunazon. I was behind the counter the whole time. Another great Suna Rintaro entrance.

Atsumu : That’s amazin’! What did ya do?!

Suna : I was live streaming whilst all of you were talking about the club. I guess people were moved. They were like, “What can we do to help?” And I said, “Call the school principal.”

[Name] : The Rin-Hive is real!

Atsumu : A can’t believe ya did it. Suna, yer a legend! Ta Inarizaki Volleyball Club!

Inarizaki VBC : Ta Inarizaki Volleyball Club! *All drink juice, then they groan*.

Kita : What is in this?

Suna : *Filming*, You all just drank cement!

[Name] : Guys, guys, guys, check it out. Tendou fell asleep in the supply room, so I put his hand in a bowl of warm water.

Shirabu : Come on. That’s the stupidest prank ever.

[Name] : Uh, no. It’s the smartest; it involves biology. I bet it worked all ready. Let’s go check!

*At the supply room*

[Name] : Tendou, no!

Goshiki : He’s drowning, he’s drowning!

Semi : Save him, man!

*Reon grabs Tendou’s shoulders and forces them to sit up straight*

Tendou : *Gasping air desperately*.

Shirabu : I take it back, [Name]. Great prank.

Coach Nekomata : Please don’t do anything to jeopardize this. Understood?

Nekoma VBC : *Murmurs of acknowledgment*.

Coach Nekomata : Dismissed, *Leaves the room*.

Lev : That’s a big ‘ole bummer!

[Name] : All right, everybody, just relax. We’re still going to have a great time. If there’s one thing I know, it’s how to sneak out to a party without your parents finding out. I used to do it all the time!

Nekoma VBC : *Unimpressed silence*.

[Name] : Well, I did it a few times.

Yaku : Mhmm...

[Name] : Once to go to a Magic : the Gathering tournament. I got stuck in the window like Winnie the Pooh. There, okay? Now you know everything.

Kuroo : Continue.

[Name] : My mom had to pull me back in by my ponytail... All right, let’s party!

*Aged up*

Oikawa : Check whatever this is out! It’s called The Wasp. It’s for dispersing crowds of young people. It emits a sound that you can only hear if you are 25 or younger. *Turns the device on*.

Takeru : *High pitched screaming in agony*.

*[Name] and Oikawa looking at each other confused, following in Takeru’s screams*

Oikawa : I also hate the sound— that I definitely hear!

[Name] : Me too! It’s so high pitched or low pitched. Oh, that was bogus to the extreme.

Oikawa : So bogus and not tubular. My ears are ringing from the pain of being young.

[Name] : Ugh, so not gnarly.

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masonscig · 3 years

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antidote

pairing | mason x sofía

word count | 2.4k

warnings | mention of rook’s death and breaking her wrist when she was a kid, so you know. a little angst. some suggestive language towards the end!

author’s note | so this is my late entry for day one of warm in wayhaven, cooking – as usual when i’m writing these two i can’t shut up for the life of me

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He wakes up from his first nap in a week to the smell of chicken.

There’s only one person in the entire warehouse that could be cooking at 2 in the morning without burning the place down.

He trods barefoot down the dark hallway, his sweatpants hung low off his hips.

Putting on pants was a formality, really. But he had roommates that’d have aneurysms over anything less, so he’s usually at least half clothed when he ventures outside of his room.

The smell gets a lot stronger, mixes with other scents the closer he gets.

Her heartbeat’s stronger in his ears, though, so he keeps going, despite the way his nose is crinkled and his fists are clenched.

When he makes his way to the kitchen, he stops at the doorway, perching his hip against the frame.

She’s pulled a chair up to the stove, chin balanced on her knees that are up against her chest.

Her eyes are glued to the big silver pot that sits there, steam leaking out from the ventilation tiny holes in the lid.

Her hair’s tossed up in a messy bun, and from the glimmer of light from the overhead light above the stove, he can see that a few strands are plastered to the back of her neck and forehead.

She reaches out to twist the knob all the way to the left, then struggles to pick the pot up.

Despite him not announcing himself, he’s next to her in a flash, moving the pot to the other burner in a flash.

“Oh, hey,” she murmurs distractedly. “I hope I didn’t wake you.”

“Nah.”

She nods, barely even giving him a second glance, grabbing the lid and placing it on the counter.

The steam threatens to curl higher and higher, but with a quick flip of a switch, the stove’s fan is pulling it into its vents.

There’s something definitely wrong with her – she’ll bake cupcakes for an elementary school bake sale at 2 a.m., but never soup. Who the fuck makes soup in the dead of night?

“I’m not an expert on human food by any means,” he starts, grimacing at the way the scent wafts towards him when she swirls the wooden spoon through the broth. “But why the hell are you making soup when it’s hot as fuck outside?”

She shrugs, dipping the spoon flat against the surface of the hot broth, filling it to the brim. “I was hungry.”

She brings it to her mouth, lips pursed, and blows on it, thin tendrils of steam floating towards him.

He’s still trying to figure out what the fuck is wrong with her when she sips it, a small tired smile blooming across her features.

The soft breathy hum that buzzes from her throat is low enough for both of them to hear, nearly matching the pitch of the whirring fan.

He doesn’t wanna press his luck with her, considering they're being civil.

It’d been a week since they were ambushed and she came face to face with her attempted kidnapper.

Things between Mason and Sofía were already… complicated, to say the least.

Different attitudes, different wants, different needs. He’d managed to fail in all three of those categories, disappointing her over and over without really trying to.

There was a certain level of avoidance from the both of them for the days following the ambushing. It’s not that he wanted to get her alone nor he did he care if she was avoiding him, but this was the first time he’d been alone with her all week, so he wasn’t going to actively try to fuck this up.

“That’s it?” he asked, keeping it simple.

She ignores him, instead flitting around the kitchen to grab a bowl and a spoon.

Well, she’d be amicable if she kept quiet – she wasn’t wrong with that one.

He watches as she fishes out sliced vegetables, an ear of corn, and chicken, then fills the bowl to the brim with broth.

Setting it on the table, she grabs a stained tortilla warmer from the microwave and scoots up to her bowl, digging in with one hand, a tortilla rolled in the other.

She’s still sweating under the heat, her chest glistening, the seams of her tattered tank damp underneath her armpits.

He sinks into the chair across from her, arms crossed.

“You gonna keep ignoring me?”

“Maybe,” she says from behind her hand (and around a mouthful of veggies).

“Tell me to leave, then, and I’ll go. Just say the word, sweetheart.”

He knows she won’t.

She lifts her eyes from the bowl to meet his own lazy gaze. Without saying another word, she dunks her rolled tortilla in the broth and takes a bite.

“That’s what I thought. You gonna tell me what’s wrong?”

“You’re not that invested in my life outside of work, are you?” She challenges, mashing the back of her spoon against a vegetable until it’s smooth, scooping it up with a little broth and popping it into her mouth.

He shrugs. “I just know you’re lying, that’s all.”

“You lie all the time,” she counters immediately, pointing the tip of the spoon at him.

“When?” He knows she’s right, but she hasn’t brought it up since she stormed away from him outside of the warehouse, drenched and shivering.

“You lied at the bakery.”

Bingo.

He leans forward till his elbows are on the table, resting his chin on the back of his interlaced fingers.

“So that’s what you’re upset about.”

He’s a foot away from her, the temptation of closing the gap between them nearly tugging his shoulders forward.

Her face contorts into a grimace, bordering on disgust. “That’s not at the forefront of my mind, no.”

She swirls her spoon around the bowl, eyes following the movements of her wrist.

“I hate the summer. I always have.”

He stifles a wince as he leans back until his bare back presses against the cool plastic.

“Bad things always happen to me in the summer, you know? Dad died during the summer. Mom forgot to pick me up at science camp for a full twenty-four hours when I was 9, and I had to spend a whole day alone with no friends after everyone had gone home. That’s also the same summer she took her first month-long assignment.

“The next summer, they extended it from a month to a full summer. I broke my wrist on my neighbor’s trampoline, and she didn’t even visit me until my cast was getting sawed off.

“Bobby dumped me for the first time during the summer before he studied abroad so he could sleep with whoever he wanted.”

She shakes her head, dropping the spoon and tortilla.

“Sorry, I, uh, I’m just happier in the fall and winter,” she smiles apologetically.

“And that’s why you’re makin’ soup at 2 a.m.?” He asks, eyeing her warily.

“Yeah, kinda. It sounds stupid when you put it like that, really,” she giggles, scooting the bowl forward so she can rest her elbows there too, her chin in her hands.

A sigh escapes her, low and grim. “This dish is really special to me.”

He waits for her to continue, but she just sinks her teeth into her bottom lip instead, chewing nervously at the skin there.

He kicks his toe against her slipper clad foot, a gentle nudge to get her to speak.

He’s gotten pretty good at reassuring her without words, he thinks. Better than when they first met, that’s for damn sure.

“My favorite picture of my dad and I is one where I’m sitting at my high chair and I barely have two teeth in my mouth and my dad is feeding me mashed zucchini and yucca root. He’s laughing and smiling like he wouldn’t rather be doing anything else in the entire world than eating soup with his daughter.”

Mason stiffens at the mention of her father, and even worse so, feels remorse start to trickle into his bones.

It’s stupid to think he could’ve done anything. He pushes those thoughts to the side, recognizing the remaining scrappy morsels of humanity in him clawing its way to the surface. Impulse has always been the most human part of him – maybe she’s changing that.

He doesn’t really know who he was before this, but what he does know is any inkling of humanity he has surfaces when he’s with her.

Yeah, he can’t feel what it’s like to lose a parent, but watching Sofía tear up over bittersweet memories was enough on its own.

“Your dad cooked?”

“Yeah, from what I can remember, yeah. All of our old cookbooks are in his and my abuela’s handwriting.”

She looks like she wanted to say something more, so he leans back, arms across his chest, waiting.

“When I was in high school, I tried making it on my own and it was so shitty. I wanted to surprise Rebecca, because I knew she was getting back from a stressful work trip, and I couldn’t do it like he did. She didn’t even notice that I’d tried,” she sighs, picking up her spoon again to sip the broth.

She hums again, chews, swallows.

“I don’t know why I was so naive back then, you know? I thought I could chop a couple veggies and toss them into seasoned water and it’d turn out just like Dad made it.

“In reality, I didn’t even know what it tasted like. My mom described the taste to me once before, but she never cooked, so I just went off of what she told me. I romanticized the whole thing right down to making up the flavor in my own head.”

“That’s probably why I made the soup tonight. I miss when I was happy, but even then, what the fuck did that even look like to me? I’m just telling myself I was happy because I saw photos of me being happy, but I can’t recall that feeling by memory at all.”

She darts a hand under her eyes to rub it away before he notices, but he can see her eyes glistening.

“How am I homesick for a life that was never really great to begin with, you know?”

He leans forward, brows furrowed. “It doesn’t matter if you can’t remember. Fuck those old memories. Make new ones.”

He’s speaking from the heart now, compelled to say something before his mind can stop him.

Chuckling with a quick sniffle, she gets up to grab a drink from the fridge. “I know you mean well, but it’s hard when you’ve got an active bounty on your head.”

“Things will get better.” He’s not a beacon of positivity in the slightest, but she’s too good to be feeling this bad, so he has to say something.

“Things can get better.”

“What?”

“It’s not guaranteed. Not for me, at least. Probability’s never worked out in my favor,” she smiles weakly, unscrewing the cap to the water and sipping it politely.

“You’ve got a team making sure things will get better, sweetheart. No matter what.”

“You’re all here by force, though. After you leave, I’m still gonna be stuck here, and –”

She waves her free hand, the other one gripping the damp water bottle.

“I’m sorry. I’m just tired. I’ll be less of a mess in the morning.”

“Not all of us,” he says, delayed, but hoping she gets it.

“Not all of us what?”

“Are here by force.”

She grips the bottle harder, the plastic crackling. She knows what he means now.

“That’s… uh, good to know,” she murmurs, a smile tugging at her features. “Thanks.”

“Didn’t do anything to warrant a thanks.”

She rolls her eyes, sitting back down at the table. “You’re gonna have to get used to my manners, Mason.”

“Never,” he smirks, leaning over the table, over the soup, running his thumb over her bottom lip before standing.

“You don’t like it because you don’t have any.”

He snorts, a hearty laugh ripping out of his vocal cords and echoing off the tile flooring. “Damn right.”

She smiles, too, this time though with her whole body. It’s dim in the kitchen, but she’s shining nonetheless.

The smell’s grown on him a little bit. The shit honestly reeks, but he doesn’t mind it.

He follows her when she makes her way to the cabinets underneath the countertops, retrieving a big glass bowl.

When she bends down, he tentatively steps behind her, leaving a hair’s width space between them. He’s hesitating to touch her, even as she glances back at him reassuringly and closes the gap between his stomach and her back.

The hum that leaves her this time as he hooks a lazy arm around her waist sounds just like the one she let out when she tasted the soup.

She gently guides his hands to grip the edges of the bowl while she pulls the pot closer.

“So what’s this shit called?” He asks, crinkling his nose as she ladles it in, grimacing when some splashes his hand.

He knows he’s there for something, but he can’t quite remember what for when she licks the stray drops from his thumb.

“Caldo de pollo,” she smiles, snapping the plastic top until it’s airtight, guiding him to the fridge.

He knows “pollo” is Spanish from the times Felix watched kids shows to pick up on English. (He could never quite shake the looping sound byte of Felix’s southern drawl saying “poy-yo” when he discovered Dora the Explorer.)

“You gotta make it for Nate sometime,” he suggests, wrapping his other arm around her waist when she closes the fridge door.

She turns in his grasp, splaying her hands on his bare chest, dragging her thumbs over the tuft of hair in the middle of it.

“Thank you, really,” she whispers, eyes trained on her moving hands. “I mean it.”

He’s shit at accepting thanks with words, so instead he kisses her. He fights the urge to deepen it, to open his mouth to taste her.

She’s not ready to let him in like that just yet. He thinks it’s enough that she’s letting him touch her at least.

The lingering taste of chicken is disgusting, but he’s enduring it, because Sofía’s humming like he’s the best thing she’s tasted in years.

#the wayhaven chronicles #twc #twc mason #twc detective #wayhavensummer #mason x sofía #detective sofía olmos #my fic

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imagine-docx · 4 years

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sneaky.

Summary: Being neighbours with a cute boy has some perks. Also, Sam is being the best wingman (no pun intended) he possibly could. [neighbour!chubby!buckyau]

Warnings: Swearing, and some insecurity mentions and some body shaming.

A/N: Hello, quarantine has me writing again as I am officially done uni for the year. So please enjoy this jumble of different AU’s thrown into one. - Amanda

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You have lived next to James Barnes for the last two and a half years and you guys never really talked, just smiles and nods whenever you see him, and occasionally swapping mail that accidentally went to your respective houses, this was mostly because your schedules conflict but also Bucky didn’t know how to talk to a cute girl but he won't mention that part.

You’ve heard rumours about how he was a serial abuser and other nonsense from the neighbourhood, because honestly Anita from five houses down creates random fantasies she might as well be an author.

He was so used to getting stares and glares for his left prosthetic and round stomach, due to the rumours that were spread around the neighbourhood and he always shied away from contact with anyone in the area. You on the other hand? God literally sent you, so warm and loving.

He was working on his car one day, while his cat was outside with him. Looks back to see Alpine and doesn’t see his cat, slight panic until he sees that Alpine wasn’t there, but that cat is everywhere so it doesn’t bother him that much.

He heard soft lo-fi music coming from across the fence, indicating that you were outside. He looks over and sees you sitting there, on your computer between papers and notebooks and his cat sitting with you.

To you, Alpine wasn’t much chaos, in fact, a designer, he would randomly paw at something and it clicked with you that the two outfits look good.

“I’m so sorry, my cat is bothering you.” Bucky called out.

“Not at all, he constantly is spending time over here, love him like he’s my own,” you smiled at him.

“Thank you for looking out for him,” he said, looking down at his feet.

“Not a problem. You look exhausted, come get some coffee!” You exclaimed, with the brightest smile he’s ever seen, plastered onto your face.

“Are you sure?” He didn’t want your reputation to be tainted by having him over for some coffee.

“Come! How do you take your coffee?” you said, trekking back to close all your notebooks because honestly, it's not everyday that your cute neighbour talks to you and work can always wait.

You went inside to make both of you a cup of coffee, his black, and yours with some cream and sugar. You also plated two lemon bars for the two of you, and grabbed a little yogurt from your fridge for Alpine to enjoy.

“I’m surprised you wanted to be seen with me. Especially with all the rumours, I found everyone believing them.”

“Honestly, half of them came from Anita and she is a whackjob. I’m surprised people listen to her.” You said taking a sip of your coffee.

He laughed, “You would be surprised, people look at me like I killed someone.”

“When I first moved in she told the entire neighbourhood that I got a divorce and needed massive space from my ex husband because I found him cheating with one of his juniors. People actually believed it which makes it worse. For like a year I was getting sympathetic looks for a divorce and relationship that didn’t even happen.” You cut a piece of your lemon bar with your fork.

He laughed, and felt so much more comfortable with you, like he has known you for so long. “My old place caught on fire, and I got trapped, lost m’arm. Girl left me because I had no arm, no place to stay, hit rock bottom, gained a few pounds, and Stark helped me by getting me this arm, even though I work for him and he paid for this place for me.” He said looking down, he felt comfortable enough for you to know what happened, but avoided your look, scared of judgement.

You reached out for his flesh hand and gave it a gentle squeeze, “You’re doing amazing James, don’t listen to what the neighbourhood chatties have to say. That’s why half of their men turn off their hearing aids when they talk.”

He smiled and you removed your hand, “Bucky.”

“Pardon?”

“Call me Bucky.”

“Alright, Bucky. So how did Bucky derive from James, because there is no correlation” you said, shoving the piece of lemon bar into your mouth.

“From my middle name, Buchanan, and I guess it stuck with me since.”

“Wait, you work for Stark Industries?” You said realization dawning on you.

“Yeah…” He said unsurely as if you would kick him off your backyard patio set and never talk to him again.

“I provide the latest and never seen before suits to Tony Stark!” You laughed.

“Insurrexon?” He asked.

“Yes sir, the one and only fashion director for Insurrexon.” You said.

He laughed, “So you guys are the reason he prances around his office saying his suit is worth more than everyone’s rent.”

“Sounds like a very Tony thing to do, but yes. I am the cause of that.”

You laughed and spent the remainder of your day talking with Bucky in your backyard while Alpine takes occasional nips at the yogurt left for him.

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Since that day, you and Bucky practically became best friends. With your schedule practically all over the place you two were constantly texting to help compensate for the fact you probably saw him for a total of 10 minutes or less a day.

He noticed some days you were coming home super late and noticed the lights in your washroom and bedroom are the only lights that were on when you came home and after that he assumed you fell asleep. He felt bad knowing you didn’t eat and were constantly on the go and eating probably the most unhealthy things possible just to stay alive. So he would drop you off extra portions of whatever he made.

Or that's what he likes to tell himself. One day on his break he saw the cutest reusable container, it was glass and had little black dresses on it with a hot pink lid, and knew it matched you perfectly. That night he had an extra portion of stir fry and rice leftover in your mailbox with a note saying, ‘make sure you eat something doll’, knowing you would check it before going inside and you would hopefully eat it.

The next day after the longest shift he possibly could have had, he checked his mailbox and saw the container was back in his mailbox, he frowned thinking that you didn’t eat it. He saw a yellow post-it note attached to the top ‘thanks for looking out for me, btw the stir fry was delicious’ and he smiled, picking up the container he noticed it was quite weighty. He opened it and saw a slice of red velvet cake, keeping the grin on his face, he closed the container, gathered his mail and went inside.

And that started the entire back and forth exchange of goods.

He would cook dinner for you to enjoy at night when you come home and leave it for you, the next day he got his container back with a form of a baked good.

Everyday on his way home, he was thinking of things to make you to impress you, there were lasagnas, soups with garlic bread, steaks with mashed potatoes, and he always went above and beyond to make it with love for you.

You on the other hand found it so sweet and kept giving him cute little desserts you would bake such as cupcakes, cheesecakes, and cookies, and when you couldn’t bake anything, you would make sure to pick something up on your way home from work.

This clockwork happened almost all the time.

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Bucky was in the break room at work with Sam and Steve, and Bucky couldn’t help but gush about how cute he found you.

“Aw Baby Bucky has a crushy wushy on his cute neighbour,” Sam said, reaching for his cheeks to pinch them.

“Knock it off Wilson,” Bucky said, rolling his eyes.

“Buck, I haven’t seen you this happy since Dot,” Bucky winced at the mention of his ex.

“She seems to like you, and enjoys your company, make a move,” Steve said, nudging his ribs.

“She doesn’t look at me that way,” Bucky muttered.

“Buck, she literally ignores what everyone said and openly hangs out with you, I think she likes you.” Bucky felt a little string of hope when Steve said that, but couldn’t help but feel insecure.

He was 34 years old, slightly overweight and had a prosthetic and was IT director for Stark Industries. You on the other hand were slightly younger than him at 30 years old, but, god took his time creating you, you were beautiful inside and out, had a killer personality and worked as a fashion director for one of the biggest fashion chains in North America. You two were on two different levels and you were nowhere in his league.

“So Buck, when are you gonna cook me dinner?” Sam said, wiggling his eyebrows.

“Not in your lifetime.” Bucky retaliated, feeling a buzz in his pocket, he pulled out his phone and saw it was you and instantly smiled.

“His girlfriend messaged him, that's why he’s all smiley” Sam nudged him once again.

The three of them continued talking until Brock Rumlow, the resident dick and lead prosthetic designer walked in.

Brock pushed passed Bucky to get something from the cabinets. Brock had an attitude problem with everyone and it was still surprising that he worked at Stark Industries. “James Barnes has a girlfriend? Does she close her eyes when she fucks you? Because you are hideous.”

“Rumlow,” Steve warned.

And that’s when Bucky felt coffee trickle down his skin and the scent of coffee engulfed his nose. “Hope your girlfriend cleans you up, she might as well throw you out.” Rumlow said pushing past him.

“Buck-” Sam started before making a beeline to the mens washroom.

Bucky stood in the mirror and looked at himself, his hair was drenched with coffee, his cream coloured cardigan and white shirt were covered in brown coffee splotches, his pants and shoes got minimal damage. He dunked his head over the sink and tried washing out his hair.

As his head was over the sink, there were tears in his eyes. Of course his neighbour wouldn’t like him, he was weak. He looked in the mirror knowing he would have to sit in his coffee stained outfit for the rest of the day.

“Buck? Stark wants to see you whenever you come out.” Steve said from the other side of the door, giving him some space.

He managed to murmur out an “okay” knowing Steve’s quality hearing would have heard him. It took him a solid 30 minutes before he made his way to Stark’s office. “You wanted to see me?” Bucky said walking in.

“Ah yes, I heard about the coffee incident in the break room.” Tony said.

“Sorry about that.”

“Not your fault, it’s Rumlow’s. Also how do you deal with Sam? I heard him screeching from here about how he was gonna, and I quote ‘Brock Rumlow’s shit so hard he wouldn’t have seen it coming.’”

“A lot of alcohol and tuning him out.”

“Makes sense.” Tony reached into his pocket and pulled out his wallet and handed him a card, “Take this, go buy something to wear. Can’t have my top IT director brewing in coffee like he’s a piece of tiramisu.”

“No Stark I can’t take this, you’ve done a lot already.”

“Nonsense. Take Sam and Steve with you, I can’t hear Sam screeching about fighting someone for the rest of the day, that’s gonna be one hell of an HR complaint I’m gonna have to deal with.”

“You got it.”

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And that is how Bucky, Sam and Steve spent two hours walking around Brooklyn attempting to find clothes for Bucky. Bucky couldn’t find anything that made him feel right, it was emphasizing his stomach which he didn’t want to show off.

This kept making Bucky smaller, and he didn’t want to be out anymore. Sam kept trying to hype him and Steve was reassuring that he looked fine. But after that altercation in the break room, they understood that he wasn’t in the best mood and just wanted to go back to the office and have this Friday be over.

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You were sitting in a tiny coffee shop called Dream Bean with Wanda and Natalia planning for the next collection that was supposed to drop for Valentine’s Day, the ‘Love Bomb’ collection.

“I’m thinking colours like pastels, reds, pinks, whites.” Wanda said.

“So take Valentine’s Day and throw it into a collection?” Natalia said.

“Pretty much.” You stated.

“Makes sense.” Natalia stated, taking a sip of her iced latte.

“Is this more date night and sexy lingerie?” Wanda asked, working out a sketch in her notebook.

“I mean a lot of people are single on Valentine’s Day, so why not make it a feel good collection.” You stated nonchalantly, sitting back into your chair and taking a sip of your iced coffee.

“Oh, I love having a creative genius,” Wanda exclaimed, brushing her pencil gently across the sketchbook.

“I mean it's a part of my job description,” you laughed, taking a sip out of your iced coffee and looked out the window. You noticed a familiar face. Bucky. Your heart skipped a beat, until you saw that he was drenched in coffee. Your heart hurt for him.

“Hey? Hello? Anyone home?” Natalia waved in front of your face.

“Oh sorry.”

“You okay?” Wanda asked.

“I just saw my neighbour-”

“Oh the cute one you’re so smitten by?” Nat wiggled her brows.

“The dinner one! Aw he’s so cute and treats her well.” Wanda said.

“He was covered in coffee and he seemed upset.” You started, wishing you could do something for him. That’s when it clicked with you, “Do we have any samples from the ‘No Guidance’ collection?”

“I think there are copies in my office.”

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Bucky got back to work and sat in his chair, and ran his hands over his face. He felt horrible and nothing could make this day better. Rumlow’s words managed to hit deeper than he wanted it too. Usually, Bucky was very dismissive about what Rumlow said, but now that you were a part of his life, it hit deeper.

The elevator dinged, signalling someone was coming up. Secretly he was hoping it was the grim reaper ready to come collect him. “Package for-” He read the package, “James Barnes?”

“That’s me.” He said not even looking up. When he did, he was greeted by a massive navy blue box with a yellow ribbon tied around it, and saw some white text but couldn’t make out what it said due to the distance. “Thank you.”

He noticed that the box said ‘Insurrexon’ and was confused. That was the company that you worked for. He untied it and was greeted by a white paper with black pen ink staining the paper on top of the red wrapping paper protecting whatever was in the box.

‘Was in a meeting when I saw you drenched in coffee and wanted to help you out. Hope you like it. Also, can’t have my chef soaking wet, it could get him sick’ and it was signed off with your name.

His heart burst with awe at the fact she went out of her way to get him clothes so he wasn’t wet. Part of him was embarrassed that she saw him in that state, but the joy overtook that feeling. He took the clothes to the washroom and was going to change.

He worried that he wouldn’t fit in it, but as he slid the items on, it fit. Maybe you did have a good knowledge at measurements and knew what would fit.

He looked himself in the mirror and grinned at the fact she picked an all black outfit with a light washed denim jacket and some black combat boots, he was upset at the fact that she knew how big he was, but was overtaken by happiness as his neighbour, someone he took such an interest in, picked this out, out of the goodness of her own heart.

Once he walked out of the washroom he was whistled at by Sam, “Looking good girl.”

“I thought you didn’t like anything.” Steve stated.

“His lovely girl at Insurrexon sent him stuff,” Sam said, holding up the note with his hands.

“Hey!” Bucky grabbed it. “None of your business.”

“Alright ‘chef’.” Sam mocked.

Bucky reached out to slap Sam’s head. “Hey, hey, hey, no workplace violence!” Steve said, breaking it up.

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It was the end of the day and Bucky had to drop reports back off to Tony. He walked in and gave him all the files that Tony needed. “Is that Insurrexon?”

“Yeah,” he responded.

“Look at you go, getting into the big leagues, huh?” Tony punched his shoulder, “Wait, was it on my credit card?” Tony nearly cried out.

“No-”

“Wait, this collection didn’t even come out yet. How did you get this and how much did you spend?” Tony cried out.

“One of my friends work for Insurrexon and sent it to me for free.”

“Was it a lady friend?” Tony wiggled his eyebrows. Bucky blushed, “IT WAS! But honestly Tinman, you had a long day. Go home, get some rest, spend some time with your girl. I’ll see you Monday.” Tony said shooing Bucky out of his office.

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Upon reaching home, Bucky realized how expensive the brand truly was, and the amount of hype behind it. He also realized that Tony wasn’t lying and this was a collection that didn’t even come out yet, yet you still gave him a copy of it. He paced around his living room, even though his paycheque said he made quite the amount of money, the worth of this collection laughed at that amount. He couldn’t possibly pay it back. He was running through scenarios on how to bring it up and pay her back. He finally looked back at the clothing that he folded and put into a bag to return, and saw Alpine looking up at him, “What should I do, bud?” Alpine just meowed back at him before leaving and returning to wherever he was.

It was close to eight pm when he noticed that you came back home. Your car was in your driveway, and your living room light was on. He had to pump himself up before walking over to your door, he knocked on it three times before you opened it.

You looked even more beautiful, and he didn’t even know it was possible. There you were, makeup free, hair dampened signalling you showered, a pair of black shorts, and an oversized grey NASA shirt. He noticed you were on the phone and mouthed, “I’ll come back later.” He turned around and was about to walk off.

That’s when you grabbed his flesh wrist and pulled him inside. Closing the door behind him, he kicked off his shoes and admired your living room. He was unsure if he should sit, he looked at you as you were talking to whoever it was. You looked back at him, and signalled for him to sit down. He cautiously sat on your couch. Pen in your hand, you wrote on the post-it note.

“That’s just gonna delay ‘FIVE’ and we’re going to have to push back ‘Love Bomb’ which will have to be scrapped until next year,” you said running your hand through your hair.

Whoever was on the other line said something, you sighed, “It’s a Friday night, I can’t worry about this. Send out an email scheduling an interview on Tuesday for all the directors of different divisions.”

He admired you, even in comfortable clothes, you were a business woman strategizing ways to not prevent any delays. “Yeah, so me, Nat, Wanda, Okoye, Nebula, Val, Carole and Erik.” You wrote it down on your little post-it note, “Alright, thanks Gamora. Have a good weekend.” You said before hanging up.

You turned around being greeted by Bucky sitting there, “Hi,” he said letting out a breath he didn’t even know he was holding.

“Hi there. Sorry about that, work has my ass on a platter right now,” you said, chuckling, pushing a strand of hair behind your ear.

“It’s okay,” he looked down and remembered why he came, “You didn’t have to do what you did.”

“And what was it I did?” You asked ridding your dining room table of the computer and a few sheets of paper that were littered across the table.

“Give me clothes.” He responded watching your movements.

“Bucky, it’s not a problem. You looked upset and I wanted to help you,” and after those words left your mouth, his heart nearly exploded into tiny pieces.

“I can’t possibly pay you back for this. Even Tony said it was too expensive.” Bucky said rambling.

“Bucky, do not worry about it. You don’t have to pay me back,” you said gently.

“Are you sure?” He asked.

“If you want to do something, hang out with me,” you said.

“Pardon?”

“We could order dinner? Dessert? Mario Kart? I am open to criticism.” You said jokingly.

“I’d like that,” Bucky said grinning from ear to ear.

“Alright soldier, what are you craving?”

“Pizza?” He said.

“Alright.”

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Of course it was a Friday night and your favourite pizza joint had an hour wait time before they could make your order, and don’t forget the 30 minute delivery window. And honestly, you both didn’t mind and enjoyed each other’s company. Yet here you were sitting on your couch playing Mario Kart together. “I fell off again,” he grumbled at rainbow road.

“Hah- oh no,” you said, getting blue-shelled.

“I just fell off, how can I possibly fall off again?” He exclaimed.

“No no no, don’t red shell me.” You said, rushing to the finish line. The moment you crossed it, ‘FINISH’ flashed across the screen.

Bucky got up at the sound of the knock on the door, “Pizza’s here.”

“Oh, use my card to pay!” You said going to get your wallet from your bag.

“No Doll, I owe you,” he went to the door.

You stood hovered over your bag due to your cheeks burning from him calling you ‘Doll’. You went to the kitchen and grabbed two plates, and two cups getting ready to set the table. Bucky joined you in the dining room with the extra large pepperoni pizza, wings and soda.

For some reason, to the both of you, this felt right. Like this is something that you two should be constantly doing. You two were laughing at childhood stories, work stories and other funny things that have happened to you two. He helped you clean up the table and wrap up the extras.

You took out two pieces of plum cobbler and warmed it up, “Ice cream?” you asked.

“Do you have?” Bucky asked.

“What kind of girl would I be if I didn’t have any?” You joked.

“You have a point,” he laughed.

You two were back at the dining room table. Bucky let out a heavenly groan as he took a bite of the plum cobbler, “I love plum so much, and this tastes amazing.”

“Plum is that fruit that you can always enjoy,” you said, taking a bite of your own.

“I’ve been meaning to ask, where do you get these desserts? They’re amazing,” he said, taking another bite.

You sheepishly said, “I bake the majority of them.”

“They’re amazing, doll. Maybe you should get out of the fashion industry and get into baking.” He joked.

“I don’t know about that part,” you chuckled, “Wanda and Nat might have my head on a stick if I leave.”

“You guys are that close?” Bucky asked.

“Practically attached by the hip. We met in freshman year of college because of this stupid textile course. Here we are ten years later, in the same company. What about you? Any close friends that are work friends but would also commit manslaughter if you left the company?”

He laughed at the comment, “I have Steve, him and I have been friends since childhood and he kept getting beat up in alleys and I had to save him. Then there’s Sam, the drama queen. Him and I met through Steve.”

You nodded your head, signalling you understood. “I don’t want to intrude, but what happened today? Why was there coffee all over you?”

He shifted in his seat, “Oh, uh.”

“You don’t have to answer. I just want to make sure you’re okay.”

“I’m feeling much better now, sugar,” he said, grabbing your hand and giving a gentle squeeze with his flesh hand.

“That’s all that matters,” You said squeezing back

The two of you continued eating your dessert in harmony, occasionally making jokes.

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Bucky didn’t want to go, but it was nearly 1:30 am and he should probably let you sleep. He was strategically trying to leave the clothes on your couch without you noticing, which obviously failed.

You leaned against your door with one bag containing the clothes you gave him and the other containing leftovers and a good portion of the plum cobbler he seemed to enjoy. “Goodnight,” he said, prior to trying to walk off your porch.

“Wait, Bucky?” You asked.

He turned around, “Yes sugar?”

You hugged him, at first he couldn’t believe it, but knew this possibly wouldn’t happen again and hugged back. “Thank you for tonight.”

“Anytime doll,” he was so ecstatic, he didn’t notice that you slipped the two bags into his hands.

“See you around?” You asked, sheepishly.

“Of course.”

You let out a smile, “Night Bucky,” before the door closed.

He smiled, before realizing she slipped him food and the clothes. He shook his head and trekked his way home.

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Over the next 2 weeks, you and Bucky got so much more closer. He came to Insurrexon when she was in and could take breaks. Other than that you tried to meet up at random diners, restaurants, bakeries, wherever was convenient to the both of you.

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It was a Friday afternoon and Bucky was irritated, Brock was making sly comments about him knowing that Bucky heard it. And on several occasions, Steve had to hold back Sam from swinging and Sam stating that, “Rumlow isn’t ready for this smoke.”

Bucky sat at his desk looking over the file Tony gave him this morning and making notes in the margin for him and Bruce to look over once Monday hit. He felt someone’s presence next to him, “Brock I don’t wanna deal with this right now,” he mumbled out, not even looking up.

“Brock? From Pokémon? I always thought I was more of a Rosa from Black and White two,” you joked.

Once he heard the familiar voice, his head snapped up and grinned, leaning back into his chair, “Thought you were more of a May from Sapphire.”

You laughed, “Is that my favourite fashion director from Insurrexon?” Tony called out.

“Of course it is,” you turned to Tony, smiled and pushed back your hair.

“Are you bringing me some new designs? Or are you terrorizing my IT director?” He said, wiggling his eyebrows.

“I prefer the second one.”

Bucky enjoyed the banter between you and Tony, “Then you are banished from my company.”

“Before you banish me, can you at least let me steal your IT director for an hour for coffee? I will bring him back in perfect condition.” You pleaded.

Tony pretended to think, “Fine, I’ll give you an hour and fifteen, but I want him back in mint condition.”

You said, “Scouts honour.”

Bucky got up and stretched his knees, “If anything comes up, let Sam deal with it until I get back.”

“I would rather not, I’ll pass it off to Banner and hopefully he doesn’t rage out.” Tony joked.

“See you at the Rocket fashion show in a few weeks?” You asked Tony.

“Wouldn’t miss it for the world. I’ll bring Tinman with me,” he joked.

“Doll, meet me at the elevator? I want to pass my file to Banner before I leave.” Bucky asked.

“Of course. Bye Tony,” you said before walking back to the elevator you just rode up.

Bucky grabbed the file off the desk, “So this is the girl who has my Bucky Barnes smitten?” Tony said, examining his movement.

He blushed and stuttered, “N-no, where did you get that from?”

“Buck, you literally called her doll, and the way you look at her says otherwise,” Tony said, “Don’t let her slip out of her fingers, she is a wonderful person and I can tell that she genuinely likes you back,” he reached into his pocket and pulled out his wallet and handed him a card, “It’s on me, now go get your girl.”

“Thanks Tony,” Bucky murmured out.

“Don’t worry Buck, now I will pass this on to the big guy,” Tony spoke, taking the file out of his hand.

Bucky met you at the elevator, you were leaning against the wall on your phone waiting for him. He finally took in how gorgeous you looked today. A quarter sleeve baby blue button up that was fashionably tucked into the high waisted dark blue skinny jeans, some black heels and rose gold jewelry to accent it all. “You ready Doll?”

“Been ready, let’s get some coffee. You look like you need it.” You said.

He smiled and pressed the button for down, you two were laughing and Bucky’s face dropped when the elevator doors opened. Rumlow. He got in, and you could feel the tension. You grabbed his hand and reassuringly squeezed it and kept your fingers interlocked.

Earlier when you were walking in the building, you ran into Steve and Sam by accident who were coming in from their ‘afternoon stroll’ and Sam went off and told you everything about Rumlow. “You know you don’t deserve someone like Chubs over there, why don’t you get with me instead, I’ll show you a good time.” Rumlow said.

“And you don’t deserve a job here, I can’t wait to go to Tony and let him know there’s a harassment claim against one of his employees. He wouldn’t like to hear that his favourite company can’t be providing him fashion anymore because of a harassment claim, would he now?” You gritted.

“Bitch,” Rumlow muttered before getting off.

“You didn’t have to do that,” Bucky said, trying to let go of your hand.

You kept a grip on his hand, “I don’t have to, but I do. You don’t deserve any of that.” “So where do we wanna go?” Bucky said.

“Up to you,” you smiled at him.

“Well, we are going somewhere expensive because Tony gave me his card,” he chuckled.

You laughed, “Can’t wait.”

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You stuck out your tongue, turned back around and walked in the direction of your home.

You and Bucky enjoyed your time at the cafe. He ordered a large black coffee and a plum tart, you ordered a large iced coffee and a rainbow bit cake. His hour was up and you were walking him back to Stark Industries. Your left hand in his right hand, everything about this seems normal.

You two laughed in harmony. You turned towards him, “I’m done for the rest of the day. Movie tonight?” You asked.

“Of course.”

Bucky was about to walk off, before you called out, “Hey Bucky?”

He turned back, “Yeah doll?”

You reached out and grabbed his hand, and pulled him closer to you. You planted a soft kiss on his lips. His eyes widened, upon realization, he kissed you back.

You pulled away, “I promised Tony his IT director back, I’ll be waiting for you to come back.”

He kissed your knuckles, “I can’t wait.”

You were walking away, but turned back. “Also, don’t kill Sam. He told me everything.”

He blushed then realization hit him as to what you just said and let out a loud groan, “You two are the sneakiest.”

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