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estrellami-1 · 10 months

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I saw your post and I decided, why not? I've never done this before! (I'm no good at thinking of prompts). Currently I have one thing on my mind: Good Omens. And maybe this is weird to ask, but could you maybe take a scene from it and steddie-fy it? I don't care who's who.

There's a scene, which is my personal favorite, where Crowley asks Aziraphale to hang out after having dinner, and Aziraphale, with a soft voice and a longing look, says "You go too fast for me, Crowley."

And of course the "just a little demonic miracle of my own" scene. That ones a bit longer to explain, so I'd search it up for a better experience. This is the one all of us, including the author, speculate is when Aziraphale realized he was in love with Crowley.

Uhhhhhh yeah peace out ✌

Okay yes I know exactly what you’re talking about, I’ve seen the show and I’ve read the book (more than once actually lol) BUT it’s been forever and right now I’m not remembering anything besides the vaguest outline of the scene in the forest, when he starts going by Crowley. And then a few random scenes that I had to look up 😩 strangely enough I couldn’t find the “you go too fast for me, Crowley” scene anywhere which SUCKS because now I need to see it just to see it 😂

Also side note I would LOVE to Steddify the entire thing, I feel like Nancy would make a great Anathema, and Robin would be a fantastic Madame Tracy, esp considering the fact that Aziraphale/Steve (that’s what I’m imagining, at least) literally inhabits her body. And there’s even a Party what with Adam and them! I’m thinking Dustin as Adam, Max as Pepper, Will as Wensleydale, and Mike as Brian.

Anyways. Yes I love this a lot, thank you 😂

“Didn’t you have a flaming sword?” Eddifer asks, tilting his head

“Uh- oh, uh-” Steve stutters. It’s embarrassing, angels don’t stutter, but he’s caught wrong-footed, not sure he did the right thing anymore, and with Eddifer looking at him like that-

“You did! It was flaming like anything,” Eddifer says triumphantly. “Lost it already, have we?”

“I… gave it away,” Steve mumbles.

“You what?” Eddifer asks incredulously.

“I gave it away!” He shouts.

Eddifer looks at him for a second. Blinks. Looks away.

Steve’s left with a feeling he did something right. It’s more comforting than it should be, coming from a demon.

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Steve tilts his head. “Is that you under there, Eddifer?”

“‘S Eddie,” he grumps, lifting his helmet and sighing. “‘S Alright, lads, I know him.” He shakes his head. “What the heaven are you doing here?”

“I could ask the same of you!”

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“Animals,” Steve hisses, locked in a dungeon. This is a pickle if ever there was one.

“Animals don’t kill each other with clever machines, Angel, only humans do that.”

“Eddie,” he says, can’t help the excitement in his voice. Then he sees what Eddie’s wearing. “Oh, good Lord.”

Eddie’s lounging against the wall, arms crossed, looking Steve up and down. “What the deuce are you doing, locked up in the Bastille? I thought you were opening up a bookshop!”

“I was! I got… peckish.”

“Peckish,” Eddie parrots flatly.

Steve huffs. “Well if you must know, it was the crepes. Can’t get decent ones anywhere but Paris.”

“Angel,” Eddie says, “you’re really something else.”

Steve can’t quite figure out if that’s a compliment or not.

~~~~~~~~

“Y’know,” Steve says, almost certain Eddie’s going to push him up against a wall again for it. It’s half the reason he says it. “I think, deep down, you really are quite a nice person.”

Eddie doesn’t push him up against a wall, only smirks into his drink. “Only because you’re just enough of a bastard to be worth knowing.”

#I hope this is at all what you were asking for #but I’m on tumblr mobile and it does Weird Things if you leave the app then go back in which is what I had to keep doing #anyways #stranger things #steve harrington #eddie munson #steddie #writing #asks #send me asks #thank you friend!#good omens #steddifying good omens #starambles

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softguarnere · 2 years

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*sheepishly pops head around the door frame*

hiii darling, it’s me again hehe

I hope you’re well and have had a great day!!!

So I read your Bill fic where he comes in all protective and calling the reader “my girl” and I LOVED IT!! And it got me thinking, if you had the time and didn’t mind, I would love love loveeeee to have like a protective one shot fic of a lad of your choice (I mean we both know who my fave man is but it is completely up to you as I love them all and it’s truly whoever you feel you want to write for and who fits the ideas in your mind)

I just love the idea of a man seeing his girl in a pickle and knowing shes a strong, individual badass who’s literally here fighting a war and can absolutely sort it herself but definitely being the guy who’s like “nah she’s my girl, if I’m around she doesn’t need to bother handling it herself cause I got her always” I just swoon every time (and if it involves just a littleeeee bit of jealousy too then wow that’s jsut *chefs kiss*)

Hiii babe! I'm glad that you liked that fic, because I honestly had a lot of fun writing it 💕

The way that I became OBSESSED with this prompt after opening my notifications is unreal, truly. Omg, I love this idea. And since I know you like Speirs, I knew I had to write it for him 😉 I really hope you like it, and thank you for trusting me enough to write it! 😌

Ares and Athena

Ron Speirs x reader

A/N: Me? Making up battles for the sake of my own plot? Absolutely. This doesn't really take place between or during any particular episode, so if you're looking for accuracy, this ain't it lol. This is written for the fictional depiction from the show -- absolutely no disrespect to the real life veterans!

Warnings: war, mild language, sexism, the inevitable typos that come with writing and uploading a fic in the middle of the night

This is Ron's favorite part of being in combat. The adrenaline that floods him when put into a high stress situation would make other men dizzy and unsure, but if anything, it heightens his every sensation and makes the world simple and clear-cut. Only a chosen other few would understand how he feels, and luckily, you're one of them. That's probably why you work so well together.

His heart swells when he spots you and a few E Company men in a small clearing up ahead. He stops his men behind him and calls out the challenge. "Flash!"

"Thunder!" You and your men respond, wheeling around to face him. Even beneath your cam cream and the grime that's smudged on your face, he can make out the relief that comes over you.

Relief is hard to find in a situation like this. The Germans have everyone in a frenzy, running wild, heading the wrong way, causing companies to split up as they try to reach their objective. Ron himself has a handful of his own men from Dog Company, as well as one from Able and two from Baker, and it looks like you and the Easy boys didn't fair much better in trying to stay together; he sees Bull and Liebgott, as well as Luz with his radio, and someone he only vaguely remembers from Fox Company -- a replacement, probably, based on his young looking face.

The men who know you also lose a bit of their tension. Having you and Ron together is like being led by Ares and Athena -- two fearless gods of war who seem untouchable in any battle.

"Afternoon, Lieutenant," he greets you when you unite in the clearing. "I assume that you've also had some trouble reaching our objective?"

You nod back in the direction from which you and the Easy men just came. "Kraut tanks have a strong defense along the tree line in the eastern part of the woods. We encountered a whole nest of snipers that sent us all scattering, and only a few of us managed to stay together. What about you?"

"Same story on the western tree line." Ron motions off to the left, where the trees start to thin out a bit. Beyond them, you can almost see where the greenery comes to a sudden stop, guarding the edge of a wide field. "Our objective is across that field, but we'd be totally exposed to the tanks on both sides if we tried to cross it."

A frown pulls at the corners of your mouth as you glance at the handful of men around you. "That just might be a chance we have to take."

Behind you, the man from Fox company scoffs. Your men roll their eyes at him, but Ron is surprised that you ignore him, choosing instead to pull our your map and begin unfolding it.

"If we want to make our objective in time to link up with everyone else, we're going to have to go back the way we came," the man says. "We can skirt the sniper, swing wide around the tanks, and make it to the other side of the field without the Germans ever seeing us."

"Snipers," you say without looking up from the map.

The F Company man blinks. "What?"

"Snipers, plural," you correct, turning back to look at him. "There's a whole nest of them. This forest is like their playground. Trying to sneak around them is like throwing a rock into a hornets nest and then hoping that they don't chase you." You gesture to the limited amount of men following you. "You saw how well that worked out when we found them by accident."

The man is undeterred. "I'm sure with some proper leadership we could make it through just fine."

Ron stiffens, but before he can gauge your reaction and react appropriately, Liebgott has smacked the man on the back of the head with just enough force to make the man reach up to touch it on reflex, even though his helmet probably protected him from any serious damage.

"The only way we'd stand a chance against them is if we had Shifty Powers with us," Liebgott snaps. "Which we don't. So why don't you shut up and stop questioning our Lieutenant?"

Even though you're still looking at your map, Ron doesn't miss the small smile that flickers across your lips. It makes him feel . . . strange, somehow, but he can't really place a finger on why.

The problem is that your relationship isn't exactly a secret -- it's just that you've chosen not to tell anyone about it. (The only person who either of you have told was Lipton, and that was only because he caught Ron kissing you on the forehead one night when you were all billeted in the same house. As far as he knows, Lip hasn't told anyone.)

Anyway, why should you have to tell everyone? Besides the worry that some of the officers higher up might frown on it and call it unprofessional, no one has ever said that you couldn't have a romantic relationship with another officer. And it's not like it's anyone's business but yours.

But there are times that Ron wishes everyone knew, because it might make things easier. Sometimes he thinks that if he were more casual and less self-aware, then he could joke around like the other men. If he were less conscious of holding up his front, then he could smack that guy himself.

Would you want him to, though? You're perfectly capable of taking care of yourself, both in and out of combat. Defending your honor isn't something you've openly discussed as part of defining the parameters of your relationship. Now he wishes that it had been, though, because watching Liebgott defend you and watching you smile makes his chest clinch with a feeling that he hasn't felt since his school days, when he was always striving to make sure he wasn't outdone.

Jealousy, he realizes. He shouldn't be jealous of Liebgott just because he told the F Company man to stop questioning you and gave him a good smack on the head, and yet . . .

"Back in my company, I'm a sergeant," the Fox Company man brags. "It's not like I have no clue what I'm talking about."

"Last time I checked, us sergeants were below lieutenants," Bull says nonchalantly.

"What does that mean?"

"It means that you don't question the authority of a ranking officer."

Ron leans over the map you hold and lowers his voice. "Who is this guy?"

You shrug, keeping your voice down as the men behind you bicker. "Some sergeant from Fox Company. Patterson, I think. He's been like this ever since he linked up with us." You pause, your tone hardening. "Well, ever since he learned who was in charge."

Oh. One of them, then. One of the men who didn't believe in the female paratrooper program, who didn't believe that women could rise in the ranks, and who didn't believe that they should have to listen to them. Ron thought they had gotten rid of most of them by now.

"Ranking officer or not, I cannot stand by and follow orders that will put myself and others in danger." Sensing that he has no support from your E Company men, Patterson peers around to where Ron's men stand behind him and jerks his head, urging them to follow him. "We're going back the way we came."

Ron shoots his Dog Company men a glare, but it's unnecessary -- not even the few strays from Able and Baker have even thought about moving. No one is moving except Patterson, who's turned on his heel and is about to stomp back into the eastern part of the forest.

The map makes a strange sort of slapping noise as you throw it to the ground in frustration, causing it to land on a bed of dead leaves and sticks as you whirl around to face him. Any anger you felt towards him was well concealed until that point, but now, like any officer would, you've reached the breaking point.

A point you shouldn't have to reach, Ron thinks. When male officers snap at someone, everyone always says that whoever they lost their tempers at had it coming. But whenever a female officer does it, people whisper behind her back, saying that she lost her cool and that she's overemotional.

Maybe you can handle this on your own, and maybe you've never voiced any preference for where Ron should be during your more personal battles, but he makes an executive decision then and there, that no one gets to treat you that way. And it's not because you're an officer who deserves respect -- it's because you're his girlfriend, an intimidating and powerful goddess of war, and no one gets to doubt you.

He's caught up to Patterson in a few quick strides. Fast enough that the sergeant doesn't have time to register another presence until Ron has grabbed him by the shoulder and spun him around.

"Where the hell do you think you're going?"

Patterson's eyes must catch the name on Ron's uniform, because his eyes go wide as saucers and his face turns paler than the moon. He starts to stammer out some excuse, but Speirs cuts him off.

"The correct answer, Sergeant, is that you're mutinying. And do you know what we do to people who mutiny in the Army?"

The sergeant's eyes are still fixed on Ron's nametag. He doesn't need Speirs telling him what happens to people who don't follow orders -- he's heard the stories about what this particular man does to them.

"So I'm asking you again: where the hell do you think you're going?"

"Well, I -- uh, I --"

Ron shakes him again. "I'll tell you where you're going. You're going to fall into line behind Lieutenant (Y/L/N), follow her orders, and cross this goddamn field so we can reach our objective." When Patterson still only stutters, Ron shakes him. "Do you understand me?"

"Y-yes, Sir."

"Good." Ron steps aside and jerks his head towards you. "Now salute the Lieutenant and tell her how happy you are to follow any orders she gives you."

He looks like he'd rather kiss a frog, but Patterson's suddenly shaky hand comes up as he salutes you, and, as Ron ordered, tells you that he's ready to follow your orders. He's so shaken that he even offers to go out first, if it's what you would like.

"It's my plan, so I'll lead the charge," you say before diving straight in to explaining your plan for crossing the field. "Patterson, fall in. And the rest of you? Follow my lead!"

He doesn't really have to knock on the door, Ron knows, but it's a formality that he can't shake, no matter how long the two of you are a couple.

It's late. The house the two of you are quartered in is quiet, with everyone else having easily slipped into sleep after an exhausting day.

After successfully crossing the field and reaching your objective, there had been the matter of finding the rest of Easy for you, the rest of Dog for Ron, and returning the lost soldiers you had picked up along the way. (Not to mention that Ron had made a pit-stop to lodge a complaint against Sergeant Patterson for insubordination, and then another to ask Winters for the paperwork to recommend that you receive the proper accolades for the excellent leadership and professionalism you demonstrated when leading everyone to your objective.)

But even after all the excitement, Ron can't sleep.

You crack the door open and peek out. Realizing it's him, you open the door all the way, your smile inviting him in.

"Are you staying with me?"

He's about to tell you that he just wanted to check in, that he doesn't want to get the two of you into trouble, but something stops him. How can he know where the boundaries are in this relationship if you never officially set them?

"Do you want me to?"

"I'd like that very much." There's no hesitation in your voice. It's admirable, how sure you are of everything you do.

"I wanted to talk to you, if you're not too tired," Ron admits. He perches himself on the edge of your bed, but a second later he's leaning back onto the pillows as you find a place beside him, leaning into his side.

"What about?" You have a feeling you know, but you don't know why he wants to talk about it. Ron isn't the easiest person to read.

He's glad that he thought about what to say before finding you. Other people might have hemmed and hawed to avoid a potentially uncomfortable conversation, but he knows that you're going to get straight to the heart of the matter, just like he would.

"You're a very strong woman," he begins. "I know that you don't need me -- or anyone else, for that matter -- to fight your battles for you, but I want you to know that I will, if you want me to." Beside him, you crane your neck so that you're looking up at him when he says, "I'm sorry if I overstepped today. I just wanted to be the type of man who could take care of you."

Softly, you press your lips to his cheek. "You want to know a secret, Ron?"

"Hmm?"

"Even the people who appear to be the strongest like to know that someone has their back; that someone is in their corner, ready and willing to stick up for them."

"You didn't mind that I . . ." That he what, exactly? Transformed from Ron Speirs, your boyfriend, to Lieutenant Speirs, the legend whose name and the stories associated with it keep new replacements in check?

You shake your head. "No. I don't mind. I'm glad to have someone who would take up for me like that."

"I'll do it again, if I have to," he assures you.

"And I'll be there for you, too." Lightly, you press on his shoulder so that he has to fully lay down on the bed. "Not just to fight," you explain as you adjust the pillows behind you. "To make sure that you get some sleep, as well."

He has to laugh; the only person worse about following a sleep schedule than him is you -- part of the reason you first connected, one of the first things you found yourselves having in common -- but after the day you've both had, he won't argue.

As he closes his eyes to fall asleep to the sound of your gentle breathing, he thinks about the Greek gods, and learning about them in school. Because, he thinks to himself, Ares might have fallen in love with Aphrodite, but he much prefers you -- his Athena, his goddess of war.

#My life at this point is starting fics in the school library #then finishing them in the middle of the night and hoping for the best #I hope you like this :)#ron speirs #ron speirs x reader #band of brothers imagine #band of brothers x reader #band of brothers fanfic #joe liebgott #joseph liebgott #bull randleman #george luz #my writing #ronald speirs #ronald speirs x reader

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the-scungles-of-crungles · 1 year

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🐊Rating every crocodile emoji🐊

Fair warning, I am incredibly biased and cannot bring myself to be mean to any of these

Apple: I was going to say 10/10 for detail, but it's smooth... Why is it smooth... 6/10...

Google noto color emoji: A bit strange, but has charm. 8/10

Samsung: 9/10. I like it. Of course, I use a samsung device so idk

Microsoft: Not much to say about it. I don't hate it, though. 8/10

Whatsapp: ... Hehe. Hehehehehe. Funny little guy. Could use some teeth though. 8/10

Twitter: 10/10. TEN OUT OF TEN. What is UP??? Small little thing??? Oh my god... I love it so much...

Facebook: Very realistic. I do feel like you should be able to see its other legs a bit at this angle, but idk. 8/10

Microsoft teams: You can't tell, but it's animated. Just the microsoft one with some shading. Looks less like a crocodile and more like a normal lizard. 8/10. He's fine.

Skype: Looks a bit insane, which adds to the appeal. Legs seem a little off, but I still like it. 9/10.

Twitter emoji stickers: 10/10 again, I love this little lad with my entire soul. They really know how to make a good gator.

Joypixels: I appreciate the stripes on the tail. They definitely looked at real picture for this one. Still a bit smooth, but the way it looks at me like a dog waiting to be pet is a plus. 9/10, seems friendly.

Toss face... (What the fuck is toss face?): Simple, but gets the point across efficiently. I appreciate it. 9/10

Sony playstation: FUCKING TINY??? 9/10

Noto emoji font: Why is he wearing boots? Looks good in them though. 9/10

Openmoji: Well, it sure is there. 8/10, I don't hate it.

Emojidex: Idk what to say about it. Not bad though. Clearly traced off of a photo. 8/10

Messenger: I like its weird fnaf eyes. 10/10, it grew on me since I first saw it. Which was earlier today.

Lg: Extremely smooth. So horrendously smooth it circles back around to being likeable again. Looks like a pickle. 10/10, purely for pickle factor. I can smell the pickle juice from here.

Htc: 7/10 idk

Mozilla: That is two men in a crocodile costume. 6/10, point deducted for being associated with firefox because I'm petty.

... And that's it. Thank you for reading.

#emoji ranking

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830poll · 1 year

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28. Er - I think I got a bit carried away with the metaphor. Where did you get off to? (i'm sorry did you say the sun went out - 61.1%)

I was sort of hoping the cat would distract you.

The sky has gone black. The surrounding street lamps, oblivious to the time, have turned on in retaliation. I don't know for sure that the sun has turned off. It's not impossible that something could be blotting sun out to this specific area. Maybe the wind is kicking up a lot of dust. But I am still on hold.

It's my job to be objective. But I'd also like to keep you calm. As you can probably guess, that puts me in quite the pickle here.

Looking back inside the cafeteria, the lad of indeterminate age seems to have pulled himself together. Maybe it's got something to do with the proximity of the cat carrier. Anyway.

#8.30 poll

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pigsiescribe · 2 years

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A combination of @tiny-loves-rubs 12 Days of Tummies ✨ Hangry and Starving-to-Stuffed

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James strode through a rather rundown neighborhood. He didn't have any particular destination in mind; just somewhere away from these people! Maybe the park? Or a train station?

"Dr. Marker!" A hand grabbed his shoulder, forcing him to slow his pace.

"Oh, Micah," James recognized his young patient. He forced himself to smile. "Is there something wrong?" Micah was a part of a gang in the area. The scar on his face seemed to be healing fine, but something else could have happened.

"No. Just, I called you and you just walked by without saying anything." Micah walked backwards so they could make eye contact while they talked.

"My apologies," James bowed his head. "I'm in a mood right now."

"What kind of mood?"

GROOOOOOWWL~ "A 'some bastard stole my lunchbox,' mood," James grumbled, trying to rub out the cramp in his stomach. "I know it's not the end of the world." He needed to set a good example for the lad. "I can just go to a restaurant with the money I earned today."

"Here," Micah offered a pear from his coat pocket. James cast him a skeptical look. "It came from one of the fruit trees in the park," the lad assured him.

"Thank you." James took a bite and relaxed just a bit. "I am not certain if someone stole it. I might have just misplaced it. Today has been a busy day for me."

Micah didn't seem convinced by the alternate explanation. "What does it look like?"

"About this big," James pantomimed a rectangular shape the size of his head. "And wrapped in an orange cloth."

"Where do you think you lost it?"

"Somewhere between Hebert Street and Radish Lane. I know I had it with me when I was with the Grolier family and the Rockwell family." James finally stopped as he munched the last bite of fruit.

GroooOooowwL~ His stomach was far from satisfied. In fact, the fruit seemed to just make him hungrier. "If you aren't busy yourself, could you direct me to a restaurant nearby? I'm still not familiar with the area."

"Sure. What do you want? There's vegetarian, soup, this new fish place..."

GROOoooOOWWLLL~ "I'm impartial," James admitted with a sheepish smile.

"Have you ever tried a hamburger?" James shook his head. "They're pretty tasty. It's basically a warm beef sandwich." Micah explained.

"Why would they call it a HAMburger if it's not pork?"

"Hell if I know," Micah shrugged, "but it's really tasty."

"I will take your word for it. Lead the way, Sir Micah."

The lad bit his bottom lip to keep from smiling. He had a reputation to keep after all. He couldn't be caught smiling just because an adult called him "sir." And he most certainly couldn't laugh as James' stomach growled insistently, begging for more sustenance. At every grumble and gurgle, James could hear Micah breathe out his nose while keeping a straight face.

The restaurant was unlike anything James had seen before (which wasn't saying much, since he grew up in a small, rural town). As Micah explained, one would line up, read the menu over the cash register, place the order with the cashier, pay the bill and wait a few minutes for the food to be ready. He could either sit at the table to enjoy his meal or take the food with him.

"Do the hamburgers come in different sizes?" James double-checked with the cashier. He had seen other customers walk out of the restaurant with differently sized packages, so he had no way of confirming if they were hamburgers or something else.

"Yes sir," the cheery cashier replied. James ordered cucumber water, their largest sized hamburger and fried onion rings. "The Colossus comes with a special sauce, lettuce, tomato, cheese, pickles, and sliced onion. Is that okay?"

GRRRRRRRRRRoooOOoooWWWWWWwwwl~ James felt his ears burning as he clutched his stomach, trying in vain to smother the demonic growling. I am literally ordering the food! he wanted to yell at the petulant organ.

"Is that a 'yes,'?" The cashier chuckled.

"Yes," James bowed his head in shame. "Sorry." After paying the bill, he slouched against a wall while the others in line ordered their food. Sooner than expected, his order was called up. Avoiding eye contact with the cashier, he grabbed the paper bag and planted himself at the nearest table.

Now, he had fried onion rings in the past, so he knew those were tasty. But the hamburger--! James did not expect something like pickles, tomatoes and lettuce to go well in a beef sandwich. The buns were interesting too. If he had to guess, they were honey wheat. It was a perfect blend of savory and sweet with the slightest tang. He couldn't help but moan with every bite, but made sure to keep his voice down, lest he disturb the other patrons.

Finally, James took a sip of what was left in his cup and sighed. "Happy now?" he muttered to his stomach as it worked to digest not one, not two, but three Colossus hamburgers and fried onion rings. The nightmarish, ravenous growls were replaced with industrious, contented gurgles. He was still peeved over his missing lunchbox, but was overall satisfied with his afternoon meal.

James glanced at his pocket watch; he had a half hour before he needed to make his next appointment. Out the window, he saw a teenager stare at him in bewilderment before waving to someone in the distance. That someone was Micah, who was tugging on some other poor boy by the ear. Micah stormed into the restaurant and shoved the boy towards the table James was sitting at.

"Please forgive my subordinate, Dr. Marker," Micah declared, his eyes steely. "Quicksilver is new and doesn't RESPECT our code of honor." He grabbed the boy called Quicksilver by his hair and forced him to bow in respect.

"Sorry, Dr. Marker," Quicksilver groaned, presenting James his lunchbox. "I stole it while you 'r talkin' to that lil' girl wif a loose toof."

"Oh~" That made sense. James had paused for a moment during his commute when one of his patients recognized him and wanted to show off her loose tooth. "I accept your apology." Once he took back the lunchbox, Micah allowed Quicksilver to stand upright again.

Now, James heard how brutal gangs can be, but that did not prepare him for the state that Quicksilver was in. Micah was very thorough in his punishment. The boy was not likely to forget this transgression anytime soon.

"Would you like for me to treat your wounds?" James offered gently.

"If he's going to steal from you, then he doesn't deserve your care!" Micah stated firmly.

"Micah," James cast a disapproving glare at the lad. "Please show me the same respect that I show you." Micah bowed his head, mouth clamped.

"I 'on't haf money," Quicksilver admitted shamefully.

"I can work pro bono." The lad cocked a bloody eyebrow. "That's a fancy way of saying 'no charge.'"

"Fank you, Dr. Marker." Quicksilver looked like he was about to cry.

"Let's take this somewhere else," James suggested. "Micah?" The three walked out of the restaurant, James giving Quicksilver a shoulder to lean on, with Micah bringing up the rear in deference to the doctor.

#12 days of tummies #hungry belly #stuffed belly #gang tw #violence tw #original story #original characters

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judgement-free-sideblog · 5 years

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Salt and vinegar

First of all, thanks to everyone who read my first attempt at the first person writing, I always struggled with that.

I must say I didn't plan to write a second part to Cakes and accidents because I am a sucker for one shots with open endings, but I actually had a clear idea in my head about how it should continue, and I found a spark of inspiration so here is the part II.

And thanks to @tholland96 @jillanaholland for commenting.

Also part of the inspiration came from this interview in case you want to check it out.

Tom Holland x reader

One shot

Warnings: Fluff, cursing, poor table manners.

The message was bright and clear in your cellphone screen, but still you had to look at ti three more times to make sure what it says, and once the idea had sink in your head you tossed the device away in the laundry basket you were supposed to do that night as if it had somehow offended you. That wasn't real, it was a cruel joke of destiny that Tom Holland, actually Stanley, said the voice in your head, invited you to have dinner with him.

And of course you didn't want to read much into it, you have been talking in an amicable way for the last three days and he was probably trying to be friendly with you. But if you had to sit next to that charming smile and those breathtaking eyes that make you smile like an idiot just by thinking about them, for more than 20 minutes you will end up making an awkward mess of yourself and he would probably feel uncomfortable and would run away scared.

You pick up the phone and ignore the text to call your sister, she may be younger but the list of broken hearts in her past made her the perfect person to give advice, and since it was almost 8 at night she may be free in her new home all those mile away.

"Well he clearly enjoys your company" The voice of your sister told you in the phone after you briefly summarize how you meet him "Y/N why are you doing this? This Holland guy is clearly interested in you, what the hell if he said is name is Stanley or Lucas or Wenceslaus" She made a pause to let you laugh, she always did that, even when she was angry, making jokes was a second nature for Y/S/N "If anything it only means he wants to have a more normal discret experience as a young adult, and trust me it that is hard to find, you should see the blokes out here, they feel like just because they have a couple thousands followers in IG I should be kissing the floor they walk on"

"I suppose you are right, but I haven't done this in so long what if I mess it up?" You said with a voice a little more desperate than you hoped for.

"Then at least you have had dinner with a handsome lad, and you will move on. Look you are not sure if this is a date right? Then take it that way just two friends eating, a normal conversation, maybe a beer and please big sister put on a bloody dress" she said before you start lecturing her on how little you cared for gender specific clothes and she talked some more about her new school. By the time you hung up it was 9:00 and you sent the answer to his text.

Sorry, busy doing laundry. Sure mate! 6 works for you?

"Oh Y/N why did you say mate?" You asked yourself outloud, you really were bad at this.

And here I am, being useless. You are such an adult. 6 works perfect, I'll pick you. Sweet dreams mate! 😉

His text came in within minutes and you let go a relief sigh, before start thinking about what you should wear, but Y/S/N was right, you had to take it as calm as you could, and he was in fact a charming friend, worst case scenario you still were going to have dinner with Tom Holland, that couldn't be bad, and with that in mind you finally went downstairs to do the bloody laundry.

"Looking good Bristol" he said once you open the door at exactly 6:00 pm the next day. "Good thing Tessa is not coming today, will be a shame to get grass and dirt on that dress" he add pointing down to the skirt of the flowy summer dress you finally picked, looking at you for one second to long. So maybe it is a date your mind said happy.

"Oh that's too bad, I actually got her something" You said picking out something from your purse "So she won't be out there chasing innocent british pastries" You said giving him a chocolate cake plush toy. And following him out to his car.

"This is adorable" He said again smiling with his whole body, and you wonder again how does he do that? "Sorry I forgot to tell you to don't posh up, I'm actually just coming out of the gym" Actually never mind. Your mind told you since he was wearing again a simple black tshirt and dark blue jeans, and then you could notice his hair was wet, he probably had just taken a shower ... don't go there. "And I'm actually starving, chips sound good?"

"Sure, I actually didn't like the ones in Bristol so it would be nice to eat them here." Yo said trying to shake your thoughts away from the danger zone and putting on the seatbelt "Isn't it late for being at the gym? I hope you are not an excercise addict"

"I don't think I am" he said with a little laugh "But what do you think is this too much" He said with an obvious pretend innocence flexing up his arms making the tshirt rise on his abs. That's obscene sir, sorry girl you are on your own. Said your inner voice shutting down all logical thinking

"No, you look quite... healthy" You said finally looking to the left, never finding a review mirror so interesting.

"Good I would hate to be too big" he said and you could hear the amusement in his voice, and somehow the fact that he was aware of your obvious crush on him make you confident enough to acknowledge the elephant in the room.

"Obviously, period pieces never look good on beefcakes and you can't be spiderman forever" you said casually and he turn at you a bit astonished.

"When did you knew?" He said and thankfully his tone was not anger nor embarrassment just genuine curiosity "And I would love to do a period piece, what about Heathcliff ?"

"Well I don't believe there is many Staffordshire bull terriers around named Tessa" You started "But I actually recognized you when I saw you" You finally confess, feeling the pressure lifting off your shoulders "But I thought since you were not comfortable giving out your own name it wasn't my place to say anything. And Heathcliff is overrated Linton on the other hand is more of a challenge"

"Oh don't be so harsh on yourself, I didn't mind giving my name or not, it just seemed something funny to do at the time, and Tom or Stanley I actually enjoyed talking to you" He said while he found a place to park. "Do you mind walking from here? Is a nice place but doesn't have and actual car park".

"Not at all, as long is not more than 5 blocks, I am getting hungry" you said with a smile while he maneuver to park his Audi.

"O'Neill's Kingston upon Thames" He said once you were both on the ground and he once again offered you his arm "Have you ever been there? Great food"

"I actually never been there, but sounds fine, let's go" you said gladly taking his arm and walking by his side and a couple blocks later you were finally at the Irish Pub.

"A pint of Guinness and cod and chips" He said returning the menu to the waiter.

"And the lady?" He asked while you struggle to not take forever to decide what you wanted, an old bad habit that your mother have tried to change constantly.

"The Bacon cheese chips and a pint for me as well" you said finally putting the menu away.

"My kind of girl" He said and winked at you, clearly not realizing that your legs will stop working because of it "So when do you go back to bristol?" He asked and that honest interest encouraged you to speak.

"By mid September, my mother is actually about to toss my train ticket in the trash since I didn't came back for spring vacations, but I had so much work that I couldn't."

"I totally get it, whenever I'm away my dad makes such a big deal about it" he said letting go a little laugh "I mean is not the same since I didn't go to college but is sweet"

"Oh but you cross the Atlantic, they have reasons to be worried. I'm just one train away" you said and a small spark of pride shine in his eyes, was he self conscious about you being in college? No that was ridiculous. "Anyway I actually needed this, my friends from uni are in their houses and my friends from high school are too happy with their boyfriends and girlfriends to hang out with me." There I'm a loser now we are even.

"And your sister is gone, been there. I have the feeling Harry is going to break up with me when he gets a real girlfriend" he said and make you laugh, a bit louder and more nasal than you wanted.

"That's some laugh" he said laughing too but instead of making you shut up or get embarrassed you laughed louder causing the waiter to look at both of you like you were crazy while holding your food.

"Yours is no better sunshine" Yo said finally and giving a I'm so sorry look at the guy that kept looking at you and he finally put your food on the table. "This looks delicious" You said taking out one of the chips making a cheese string to extend from the hot plate.

"That's like too much cheese" He said making a funny disgusted face, and then proceeded to add more vinegar and salt to his chips.

"And that's like too much vinegar" You teased back at him, and then taking a big sip of the Guinness.

"No darling, this is too much vinegar" He said taking one of the complementary pickled eggs on de table and giving it a big bite.

"That's actually fucking disgusting..." you started but ironically and unplanned you were betrayed mid sentence by the beer and a loud and horrifying burp came out of your mouth, and the shame and the look on other people faces made you want to be swollen by the floor "Oh shit, I'm so sorry, that was so awful, I'm so gross..." The apologies start bubbling in your mouth while your face turned red and you dare to look at him, and the serious look on his face could have broken your heart in the very moment because you could almost hearing him say how you should end the dinner for once.

"Oh you wanna get tough" He said instead and took a sip of his beer and let go an even bigger burp and then looked at you with the brightest smile yet and add "Beat that baby" and he raised his opened arms as if he had won. You only smiled and nodded and you kept talking about other nonsenses until two beers and a order of onion rings later he was waiting at the door for you to came out of the bathroom to walk back to his car.

"Sorry I take forever, I went back to give a bigger tip to the waiter, we were so awful" You said at him.

"You were awful, I was being completely charming" He said and this time he didn't offer his arm to you instead simply took your hand without saying a word and before you noticed you were already walking holding it tightly.

"Of course you were, the guy put two more picked eggs at the table for you and kept looking drooling" You said and he laughed.

"Sorry sweetheart I can't turn off this pretty face" He said pointing at him when you reached the car, you couldn't agree more.

"Well he must be in love, that's a lot of vinegar to want to kiss someone" You said, again before you could think better and stop your tongue, he stood still and you questioned yourself if you had offended him, since he didn't say anything you let go of his hand and try to walk to open the door, but before you could do it he grab you by the wrist, and you froze immediately.

"That's actually quite disappointing you know?" He started no smile, but no anger either, just an honest tone, he let go of your wrist but you remained in your place "But I have never think it's okay to try and kiss someone in the first date so I figured it would be okay"

Your feet were still on the ground but for a moment your head was miles and miles away in the sky screaming of happiness and incredulity, it was a simple four letter word yet it felt like the most beautiful poem in his lips, and at the same time your logical thinking brought you back to the ground in a millisecond, you needed to be certain of what he had said.

"Well I was not aware this was a date, otherwise I wouldn't have ordered the extra onion rings" you said and give him a timid smile.

"Then I must be terrible at this" he said opening the car door for you "Although I wouldn't mind, but as I said it's a first date so I just want to take you home safely.

"Well that's really sweet of you" you started and he start the car to get back to your home "And since apparently I'm incapable of behaving like a decent person in public when I'm with you next time you should come to my place".

"I like your indecency" He said "And I would love too, are you going to tell me that you can cook too? Because in that case you are officially annoyingly adult"

"Of course, my speciality is reheated pizza in the microwave" You said and he laughed, there was a narcissistic pleasure about being able to make him laugh.

As a perfect gentleman he walked you at your door, there was so much that you wanted to tell him, but the idea of going out with him again soon was so powerful that you almost didn't mind watching him leave.

"That was the funniest and more amazing date I ever have"

"Oh stop it" You said blushing again "I'm going to start believing you and it would get to my head"

"Believe me, I almost run to the drugstore to buy a toothbrush" He said and give you a devilish wink that make you thank your door for being behind you holding you still.

"You know how unfair this is when you look like that?" You said desperately looking at your feet "And for what is worth I have an amazing evening too, and if I'm honest I wouldn't have mind at all too" You said and dare to touch his arm softly before turning your back at him to get inside.

He suddenly grabbed you by your waist and turned back to him, planting a quick soft kiss on your cheek, and you could see the fun grin on his face, he was not being considered he was torturing you with anticipation, and you love it.

"Goodbye then" He said and with one last wink he walk away and got in his car.

You stood ther for solid five minutes touching your face where he had just kissed you and watching the street, then you finally get inside thinking about how happy and uneasy this force of nature of a man made you feel, he would be the end of you, but you wouldn't change it for the world.

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