#like ok man. this is like getting one free milkshake and then the restaurant gives you 5 more free milkshakes that you dont want

[parablesystem]

Brain: [1 fictive from a show]

Us: oh cool

Brain: oh you like that? how bout uhh [more fictives from the show]

Us: wait–

#parable speaks #system stuff #funny #like ok man. this is like getting one free milkshake and then the restaurant gives you 5 more free milkshakes that you dont want #/lh

[chrisbitchtree]

Pinch Me - Chapter 8

Chapter 1 here

Chapter 2 here

Chapter 3 here

Chapter 4 here

Chapter 5 here

Chapter 6 here

Chapter 7 here

Warning - Steve slightly forces himself on Billy, but Billy reciprocates and assures him it was ok.

***

For the next few days, Billy keeps his distance. They still talk at work, sometimes taking their smoke break together, but Billy always seems to have something to do the second he’s off work, and when they do talk, it’s never about anything of any substance. It’s tearing Steve apart, but he still trie to remain respectful of Billy, even after he almost breaks down in tears when Billy tries to discuss the fucking weather with him.

Robin asks him what had happened between him and Billy that night in his living room, but he doesn’t know what to say, partially because it isn’t up to Steve to disclose Billy’s sexuality to anyone, and partially because Steve himself still isn’t sure what had happened that night. He’d only wanted to help, and it hurts to have Billy push him away like that.

On the third day, Steve can’t take it anymore. He’s been done for hours, but knows Billy is closing that night, so he works up the courage to head back to Whamburger and confront Billy. The other man isn’t going to have a chance to make up an excuse this time. He smoke a joint to calm his nerves, then heads out.

He takes a deep breath as he sees Billy exit the restaurant, garbage bag in hand. He doesn’t seem to notice Steve as he walks towards the dumpster, but his eyes momentarily go wide after he tosses in the trash and turns to walk to his car.

“Uh, hey Steve, what’s up?” he asks, looking at everything but Steve.

“Why don’t you tell me, Billy?”, Steve says, an edge to his voice. “You spend all your free time with me, you hold my hand, you stroke my thigh, and I know you were getting hard when we were making out, then poof, one wrong question, and I’m pushed away.”

Billy sighs. “It’s nothing personal, pretty boy. I just don’t think we’re right for each other. It was fun to try it out, but I’m just not into guys. Sorry.” He moves to push past Steve and get into his car.

“Bullshit,” says Steve, flipping their positions so Billy’s between Steve and the car. He presses his lips to Billy’s, forcefully shoving his tongue in the other boy’s mouth. “Tell me you don’t want this with me.” He grinds his dick into Billy’s thigh and tangles his hands in his hair. “Tell me this doesn’t feel good, Billy.”

“Is this what you want, pretty boy?” Billy asks, kissing him back, just as roughly, but it makes Steve sick to his stomach. This is nothing like the other night when they’d made out on his couch. It feels forced, and like Billy’s giving him what he wants just to get it over with and get rid of Steve faster.

Steve pulls back. “I’m sorry, Billy. Fuck, I’m so sorry. What I just did was inexcusable.” He feels like he’s going to cry or maybe puke.

Billy raises his hand to stop Steve. “It’s ok, Steve. Don’t worry about it, we can forget this happened.”

Steve sighs in relief. He doesn’t know what he’d do if Billy didn’t forgive him. “Thank you, Billy. Thank you,” he replies, his voice shaking.

Billy gives him a small smile. “Any interest in a milkshake? I’m treating.” Steve nods. “You need someone to treat you right, princess,” Billy says in a voice so small that Steve thinks he must have imagined it.

***

They sit in a booth in the back of the diner, and Steve had a hard time being so close to Billy and not touching him at all. Usually, at the very least, their feet are pressed against each other. Now though, Billy sits with his arms crossed, guarded. Steve aches to reach out and grab his arm.

They order milkshakes and a plate of fries to share, and they talk. Steve is relieved to find that even though Billy’s made it clear that nothing can happen between them, their friendship can survive. They talk about almost anything and everything, just like usual, and Steve lets out a sigh of relief.

After they’ve finished their food and drinks and paid the bill, they stand outside the Camaro and smoke before Billy drives him back to his car in the Whamburger parking lot. While he doesn’t feel great, Steve does find that he sleeps a little easier, a bit of the massive weight lifted off his chest.

***

Things go back to normal after that, like their fight never happened. Billy resumes hanging out with Steve, Robin, and Heather after work, and they get back to exploring the world outside of Hawkins on their days off. They don’t talk about the times that Billy shows up, visibly in pain, sometimes so fully wrapped in layers of clothing that Steve’s scared of what might lie beneath.

He’s deduced by now that it has to be Billy’s dad doing this to him, but he’s still unsure of what to do. He’s made a couple more attempts to get Billy to admit the truth to him, but it just keeps resulting in Billy freezing up and insisting that nothing’s going on, so Steve leaves it. He leaves it until the day he’s working the front counter and looks up from grabbing refills for the condiment packets to find a redheaded girl staring at him.

He doesn’t know what to do, so he gives his usual spiel. “Welcome to Whamburger! What can I get you today?”

She gives him a dead-eyed stare in return. “You and I need to talk, idiot. But while we’re at it, I’ll take an orange soda. It’s on the house, right? Special manager’s sister discount?”

There’s clearly no such discount, but after returning her stare for a moment, he pours them each an orange soda and tells Robin he’s going to take his break.

They walk outside and around the back of the restaurant, and Steve is thankful that Billy isn’t around today. He said he had an errand to run out of town, but Steve thinks maybe that’s why his sister has chosen now to show up here. There’s no chance that Billy will catch them together.

He hands her one of the sodas. “Ok, you wanted to talk, so talk.”

#harringrove #billy hargrove #steve harrington #billy x steve #my fic #harringrove fic #chrisbitchtree writes #90s au #enemies to friends to lovers slow burn #enemies to friends to lovers #slow burn #summer romance #pining #mutual pining #mildly dubious consent

[dilfwaynes]

hi!! can i request a hc of the batfam reaction of their eastasian!reader gf  experiencing racism? thank you <33

just a reminder if you took place in any involvement of asian hate block me rn bitch :)

a/n: i hope you enjoyed this anon, i tried to make it accurate without stepping over any boundaries since im not asian myself. if anyone finds any sort of this offensive pls dm me !!

warning ; racism, batfam beating hoes, mention of blood

parings : bruce wayne x asian!reader, jason tood x asian!reader, dick grayson x asian!reader, stephanie brown x asian!reader, tim drake x asian!reader, damian wayne x asian!reader

BRUCE WAYNE:

it’ll honestly take a minute for bruce to realize what happened

when first entering the store he took notice of the man glaring but brushed it off thinking it was directed towards him as bruce wayne

you however didnt really pay attention to the dirty looks being thrown at you

with bruce excusing himself to the restroom and makes a promise of a quick return, you wander around the area by yourself

it was all fine until a man approaches you, giving a fast glance at him before turning away. there was definitely something up with him

“you don’t belong here”

your head shot up at his words, looking around you to make sure he was talking to you

“excuse me?” you lift an eyebrow at him, knowing what he was hinting at

“you fucking heard me, you don’t belong here. go back to your country.”

you inch away as he steps closer,”you better back the fuck away..”

he simply gives a smug face only coming closer,”or what?” you tighten your jaw when he loosely lets out a slur, your fists clenched.

“or i dislocate your arm.”bruce’s voice rings out, deep in anger as his eyes flicker to you and scanning to see if you were ok physically.

the ugly bitch’s face pales when he realizes who’s your boyfriend. without hesitation bruce yanks him away from you, slamming him to the wall

demanding for a first and last name,  squeezing his neck when the guy stays quiet

shaking he gives in and tells, flinching when bruce slams him against the wall one last time before dropping him

“i guaranteed whatever poor status you do contain i’ll tear it completely, say goodbye to your job.” he grabs for your hand and brings you into him as you both walk away.

“i’m sorry i shouldn’t have left you alone, my fault,”he presses a kiss to your temple.”and please don’t think any worth of that garbage’s words.”

you shake your head,”he was just some lowlife, not worth thinking about.” you reply leaning into him.

he looked at you and could tell no matter what those words still hurt somewhat and it angered him to no end

no one deserved to hear that disgusting shit, especially not his girlfriend.

his eyes hardens but doesn’t push further to make you anymore uncomfortable than you probably already are

giving another kiss to the side of your head he makes a quiet promise to himself not to leave you alone anymore in public with disgusting people like that around

jason todd:

as soon as the slur leaves the guy’s lips jason’s fist collides to his jaw, no doubt   shattering it

you and jason were grabbing lunch at some restaurant slash bar since it was the first time in a few days jason was free

everything was okay until you got up to go to the bathroom and some guy bumped into you

jason watched with hardening eyes as you apologize instead of the guy who slammed into you

“watch where the fuck you’re going at.”

you fall shock at the word, staying in place

while jason is on his feet in no time, swinging to the asshole’s face

screams were heard as well as the sound of bones breaking from his fist impact, the guy stumbling to the floor

“you racist fucking prick that’s my girlfriend you ugly fuck,”lifting him by his shirt he grabs his face and turns him to you.”apologize to her before i break your fucking face.”

he quickly rambles apologizes, crying in fear or pain. most likely a mix of both

jaaon lets him go and gives him another punch, this time to the nose. finding satisfaction at the pool of blood now seeping out

jason grabs your hand and starts to lead you outside,”let’s go eat somewhere else and forget about this shithole.”

you barely had time to give a reaction to anything as everything happened so fast

“hey look at me, don’t listen to that worthless fuck and his fucked up mindset. i dont know what to say to comfort you since i never experienced anything like this.” he stops at the car, placing his hands onto your shoulders

you nod sighing lightly, you only wanted a simple lunch with your boyfriend but instead got hate crime for simply  breathing.

“it’s nothing i haven’t gone through before,”he shakes his head blue eyes filling up with rage.

“no one’s gonna be doing that anymore, or at least getting away with it while i’m around

DICK GRAYSON:

he was completely taken by surmise at the slur being thrown at you, as well as the fault of you being the root of the covid 19

but before he had any time to react you were already on your feet glaring,”the fuck you just called me you piece shit.”

before he could reply you already kneed him and punched him between the eyes, dick laughing at the cries of pain

“you want me to take over or you wanna handle it babe?”

even how badly he wanted to beat the shit out of the pos the choice was yours

you denied and wanted to handle this on your own

but everytime the guy tried to get up dick would just shake his head and tell him to stay down, or simply push him back down

eventually if you start going too far richards would pull you away and tell you hes not worth it

he understands your anger but he doesn’t want you to past a line you won’t recover from bc of some worthless grime

“c’mon, he’s not worth anymore of our time. lets go eat pizza.”

DAMIAN WAYNE:

swing first talk later

he’ll just look at guy for a few seconds with a blank face

then he’s literally knocking them out

will probably kick him into the wall or ground

u dont know if you wanna pull him away because you already the tabloids, or if you wanna let him continue to beating the guy

damian probably wouldn’t realize how much he beat the guy to a pulp until you’re tugging him away

nudging his neck with to your nose to try and calm him down

he’ll end the fight with spitting on him tbh

your face reddens with anger when your eyes met the racist bitch, enjoying the view of his blood on the floor

“racist piece of shit,” he hisses before finally turning his back brow still frowning with anger

unlike the others (mentioned) he also knows and experienced racism and understands your point view way more

and know bow to comfort you better tbh

afterwards he’ll talk to you and comfort you, as well as opening up about his racist encounters, as well as his mothers.

if you’re still upset about what happened some hours later he 100% offers to beat up the guy again

you laugh it off cos hes serious about doing detective work, finding the guy and beating him to a pulp

you thank him but deny his offer and settle to confiding into him and just telling him how your feelings

STEPHANIE BROWN:

“are you fucking serious right now bitch?”

steph deadpans staring at the girl who called you the slur with ease, going on about how you were the cause of corona and to go back to your country

shocked at the words, hearing all of this before but it still doesn’t fail everytime you hear them

turning to you and seeing the hurt on your face from the word, she quickly turns to seeing red

without a second thought she grabs the collar of the woman’s shirt

“you’re gonna fucking apologize to my girlfriend right now or i’m gonna slam your face into the floor and break it

you stay still, pleased at watching the girl shake in fear under steph as she chokes out a mesh of a shit rushed apologizes

stephanie throws her down to the ground after her third apologize

“are you okay?” she knew you weren’t but asking the question would lead into the stage of comforting you

you nod but go on to tell her that this isn’t the first or last time this will happen, but it still never fails to shock you

she frowns at your experiences and doesn’t quite know what to do to help since she never went thru anything like that

she offers to take you to your favorite restaurant and end the day in wayne manor watching whatever you wanted

smiling when you accept, pulling you in her and pressing a kiss on-top of your head

“dont worry i’ll beat any jackass that pulls any racist shit.”

TIM DRAKE:

i think he’ll be the less  violent one out of everyone

he would honestly be so disgusted and gross out at humanity and how the woman thinks shes superior just because she’s white

if it was a guy saying what was said, then he would probably hit them ngl

but he takes the higher road with the woman, belittling and ending her with his vocabulary

and you’re pretty sure that his words hurt her more than an actual punch would 

you laugh when he compares her built to a buffalo

he then goes on to a more education lean, explaining how skin tone has nothing to do with a person, and she should adapt to modern times and stop being a racist cunt

after he ends it he goes on to find out who she is and email/call her workplace to inform what kind of employee they have

probably also goes on to make sure she wont be hired anywhere else

comforts you alot and and will get you anything you want

prob gets you both milkshakes as you vent to him about today and other racist things said to you

hates how you have to go thru any of this for simply existing

the  incident opens his eyes and he starts talking to bruce about opening a charity for ‘stop asian hate’

would shy away from the press and say you both came up with the fund

u’ll dismiss that rq and tell everyone it was all tim’s idea

all the money goes people got assaulted and paying for any hospital bills or anything needed

#dc comics #batboys x reader #batfam x reader #batfam #batman #bruce wayne x reader #bruce wayne #batman x reader #jason todd #jason todd imagine #jason todd x reader #dick grayson imagine #dick grayson x reader #dick grayson headcanon #dick grayson #tim drake #tim drake x reader #batfam headcanons #stephenie brown #stephenie brown x reader #jason todd headcanon #bruce wayne imagine #dc comics x reader #batverse #dc comics imagines

[leechonspeeddial]

Midnight Shift: The Serpent at Burger King - A Seduction of Kevins Summary: The Devil comes disguised as everything you want, Alice Cullen comes with fondue fountains and Bugattis. wc: 1.7k Read on ao3

There was one simple lesson I learned from a young age and quickly internalized while living as a Cullen.

Never play chess with a psychic.

You think a mind reader is a problem? No, you just have to add on geographical distance and then you're back on an equal playing field; as long as you keep apart, you can use your best strategies and winning is still possible. A psychic though, there is no distance you can go to be hidden from their sight. Once they get their teeth in you, your odds at winning are – for a lack of a better word – shit. So, as I held Alice's gaze at our local Burger King, I reminded myself this one very important rule.

Never play chess with a psychic.

Too late.

If you did find yourself playing chess with a psychic, the best course of action would be to become irrational and flip the board. You might not win, but neither would they and you'd save yourself the effort. I took a deep breath and assessed the situation. There were currently five humans with ten pairs of working human eyes at the restaurant; flipping the board would be disastrous, either people would die or they'd bear witness to vampiric activity. So that's out of the question, next strat.

Though Alice had gotten used to reading around the blind spots caused by me, she hadn't totally mastered it yet. My best choice was to act without thinking and take over the conversation as much as possible. That, well, that I could manage no problem.

"Well, well, well. What do you have to say for yourself, Mr. Assistant Manager?" I addressed Gay Kevin, hoping to also neutralize Jasper. Mr. Emotional Roofie was another obstacle here, trying to goad my coworkers so that they emotionally overwhelm him was my best shot. "Showing up two hours late to your shift with no warning?"

Gay Kevin looked exhausted.

"Please, not in front of the customers," he sounded embarrassed. Not Kevin snorted and took the interruption as an opportunity to make Milkshake boy his drink and get away from Alice. Meanwhile, Straight Kevin hopped over the counter and directly headed towards the old fries – if we didn't do our duty to eat them, they would be thrown out.

I also took notice of the guy that came in with the Kevins; he was shorter than Gay Kevin but slightly taller than Straight Kevin, he had thick black hair, but more importantly, he carried a video camera with him. He observed us, brown eyes full of amusement, and I sincerely hoped he was a vlogger.

"They aren't customers," I chirped with a predatory smile.

"I am a one though," Milkshake boy frowned. I waved him off.

"You're Not Kevin adjacent. You don't count," Gay Kevin looked increasingly irritated despite Jasper's attempt at giving chill vibes. He crossed his arms.

"So, what's this? You decide to throw a party while I was gone?"

I was about to retort when Alice interrupted me. I glared.

"There IS a party involved, but not here and not right now. Alice Cullen, nice to meet you, I'm –"

"Resentment's sister," Alice scrunched up her nose but nodded.

"Yup! And I came here to personally invite you, other Kevin, and Not Kevin to Nessie's party"

"You said you were born on 9/11," Straight Kevin's said accusingly with a mouth full of fries.

"It's not a birthday party," Alice tried to clarify, only to be drowned out by Not Kevin.

"You were born on 9/11?" I turned to address him and realized he was making Milkshake boy a chocolate shake, ruining all the hard work I put into my performance. Today was definitely not my day.

"I mean, yeah, but not like 9/11 9/11. I'm only 16," Not Kevin nodded but then his eyes widened as a realization seemed to hit him.

"Oh fuck. I forgot that was 20 years ago…"

"I wasn't even born 20 years ago," Straight Kevin added and it seemed to act as a punch to Not Kevin's gut.

"God, you guys are babies. I remember my parents picking me up from kindergarten early and being glued to the news for the rest of the day," Gay Kevin's statement also appeared to have a negative effect on Not Kevin, making him look even more miserable. Camera man looked like there was no place he rather be. Alice, well, she looked endlessly irritated.

"I feel so old" Not Kevin whispered, shell-shocked.

"You are old. What are you, like 50?" Not Kevin glared at me.

"What's 9/11?"

I blinked. Everyone went quiet and stared at Milkshake boy, who looked very confused. No one spoke for a full beat.

"Jack's 19 and, uh, Canadian," Not Kevin shrugged helplessly and said as if that explained everything. He handed the kid his milkshake.

"Hey, I thought there weren't any Oreos –"

"ANYWAY," Alice said loudly and we all looked at her, "it's not a birthday party. It's more like a celebration of Nessie's first job. Our family would love to have all of you for dinner"

"She means that we'd love to have you at the event. Not that we want to eat you for dinner," Jasper added unnecessarily and made me want to face palm. So, I did.

"I wasn't worried about possible cannibalism when she said it, but now I am," Straight Kevin took a wary step away from Jasper. Alice rolled her eyes.

"There will be plenty of free food and you can take as many leftovers as you want with you," Straight Kevin seemed to seriously consider this.

"I'm in," Alice handed him a pink envelope and smiled. Fuck.

Improvise.

"Speaking of customers. We have one right now," I pointed at Camera man, "so we can't deal with you right now," I tried to push Alice out the store but she held her ground.

"I'm also not a customer," he shrugged, "I came for the rats"

Shit.

"Tài…don't do this" Gay Kevin pleaded.

"My hands are tied. I promised my audience," so he was some sort of vlogger. This was admittedly the only good thing that has happened today.

"See, he's not a customer. I can stay," I groaned at Alice's smug tone.

"Technically, you're both loitering. So, neither of you should stay"

"I agree with the Assistant Manager"

Alice and I stared down at each other while Camera man and Gay Kevin had a silent conversation with their eyes. For the next while, the only sounds that could be heard in the restaurant were Straight Kevin loudly chewing, Milkshake boy slurping, and Olivia Rodrigo's drivers license playing on the speakers.

Suddenly, Not Kevin snapped his fingers, drawing our attention to him.

"You know, it occurs to me that since both Kevins are finally here, I can take my break. Come on Jack, I'm taking you home," he quickly made his way around the counter and grabbed Milkshake boy. "I'll make sure to call if I'm somehow two hours late," I smirked at Alice as her eyes narrowed. I greatly encouraged any action that made her look like that.

Milkshake boy tilted his head and didn't let himself be dragged out of the joint. I had half a mind to help Not Kevin.

"But dad said to –"

"Your dad will be ok with this as long as you don't set the house on fire. Again" Milkshake boy frowned.

"It happened once. I said I was sorry"

"Yeah, yeah. Come on bud, time's ticking"

Finally, that seemed to get Milkshake boy moving and heading to the door.

"Don't forget your invite!" Alice called out.

"We're good," Not Kevin responded with a hand on the door and the other pulling the teen along.

"Did I mention there will be a fondue fountain?"

Not Kevin hesitated by the door and I could only feel horror as my stomach dropped. Not Kevin was weak for cheese and cheese related by-products.

"Chocolate or cheese?"

"Both," I held my breath. It wasn't fair, it wasn't fucking fair.

"Shame, I'm on a diet"

"You aren't –"

And they were both gone before Milkshake boy could finish calling out Not Kevin's blatant lie. I fist bumped the air and stuck my tongue out at Alice, fully intending to gloat over this minor victory.

That is, until I saw Alice smiling.

Fucking psychics.

"What's got you so smug," I snarked, hoping to get a hint of whatever vision she just had. She smirked and I could tell she could see right through me. So much for not playing chess with psychic.

"I had a sudden revelation that everything will be alright," her eyes twinkled with mischief and, not for the first time, I was very jealous of Edward. Why the fuck did he get the mind reading powers? Tactile thought projection was so stupid and useless the majority of the time.

"You're so fucking annoying"

"I prefer the term persistent," I'd prefer if she was set on fire. "Which reminds me, hey boys"

Camera man and Gay Kevin stopped doing whatever the hell they were doing and paid attention to Alice, who was holding up one her dumb little pink envelopes.

"What do you say, a chance to eat fancy rich people food and see some fancy rich people cars," Camera man turned to Gay Kevin.

"Babe"

"Is this like, appropriate. Professionally speaking," Gay Kevin scrunched up his nose trying to figure out the etiquette of this weird ass situation.

"I'm more than happy to take you guys on a spin in my brand-new Bugatti"

"Babe"

"Why does this feel like bribery?" Gay Kevin narrowed his eyes at Alice, he seemed incredibly suspicious.

"Because it is," I growled and attempted to set Alice on fire with my stare.

"And I fully admit it. I just want to throw a good party, and guest are a very important part," she stretched out her hand towards Camera man, "think about it, that's all I ask"

Camera man and Gay Kevin shared a look, and Camera man grabbed the envelope. Ugh.

"Wonderful! Remember to R.S.V.P., we'll leave you to it," she waved and grabbed Confederate hubby.

They walked away and I could hear Alice speak, her voice far too low for human ears, but just the right volume for me.

"There's been a change of plans, we're meeting up Esme"

I scowled. I knew it was bait, I knew Alice wanted me to hear her, and it was driving me insane. Why would they need to see Esme? Why would Alice want me to know this?

I fucking hated my life.

#midnight shift #twilight fanfiction #resentment cullen #twilight #alice cullen

[grouptalekindnesssoulstories]

You can’t be my soulmate!

So, I kinda got a sugar rush when I was watching a tiktok compilation on youtube. And the idea of the first words but with multiple people popped in my head. So I decided to do a lil snippet. I may still have too much in my system but eehhhhhhh just makes my brain go zoom!

Warnings: Misgendering, manipulation, a mention of homophobia, mention of disownment

What are you laughing at hot topic? haunted each day that Virgil didn’t find his soulmate. 

I love the new outfit caused Roman to switch up his attire everyday he could, but being a well-known actor made that a common sentence. Not a very common first sentence luckily. 

Thanks, why wear those gloves? shamed Ethan every time they removed the aforementioned gloves. 

___

I fiddled with my newest piercing, the third on my ears. I had gotten it less than two months ago, which had gotten dirty looks from my parents when i saw them. They had disowned me several years prior after learning I was gay, and trans. With a shit-eating grin, I flipped them a double bird. After they turned away in horror, I mounted my motorcycle and roared down the streets. I parked it behind the restaurant I worked at, locking it up on a special pole my brother had installed when I got hired. 

“Reeem. Seen our parents lately?” I called as I shoved open the back door. He poked his head back, tilting his sunglasses down as I removed my patchwork hoodie.

“What parents. All you’ve got is me, babes. But, yes. I saw the people who birthed us a few days ago. I assume you ran across them and they disapproved?”

“Of what? My top surgery, new piercing? Answer to that one is all of it” I gave him a quick peck on the cheek and waved to one of his partners, Remus. I tapped my ear after tying on an apron. He pulled out his ear so I could see the blue pin in it. I shot a thumbs-up as I straightened my posture to wait on my first table. The first few hours passed in a blur of people I didn’t care to make note of. 

“Excuse me, sir. I believe we have a reservation?” A weedy man flagged me down. I raised an eyebrow as I checked the schedule. 

“Only one, and that’s for R. Roy. One sec-” I turned around and shouted over my shoulder “Re? What time was the reservation coming in?” 

“That’s for m-”

“Uh, 3 o’clock or so” Remus surfaced, cutting off the man. 

“I’m afraid I’m here on Mr. Roy’s beh-” The man tried again, this time I cut him off. 

“That was twenty minutes ago. And where did Brit go? They were supposed to be doing this” 

“EXCUSE ME. I AM HERE TO MAKE SURE MR. ROY’S TABLE IS READY” The man practically screamed, cutting off our conversation. 

“Ah, I’m afraid he’ll have to come himself. We only answer to our customers” Re cut in, smiling wide. 

“You and I both know that isn’t true you idiot” An almost-familiar voice accompanied the man himself. 

“RoRo!” My sibling-in-law immediately brightened, scooping the smaller man into a hug. I chuckled behind one hand as the man made breathless protests. When he was at last released, my laughter got louder because it was the Roman Roy, and his appearance was all mused up now. 

“I’m so sorry sir! I’ll go get your backup right now!” The assistant started to buzz nervously around the famous man, reminding me of a fly. 

“No, no. I’ll be fine. This is a family place, so it’s not a big deal if I look a little messed up” He soothed, waving the man out the door. My laughter had not ceased by the time he had turned his attention to me. 

“What are you laughing at hot topic?” I clasped my wrist as the words tattooed across it flared with heat. I shoved the discomfort down, offering my hand.

“Only your fly-like assistant. I’m Virgil Maelstrom. I’m the younger brother of that idiot’s partner. Or one of them at least” Mr Roy took my hand, shaking it briskly before following Remus to the table near the counter. I pulled down my sleeve to see a name written under my words. Roman. I was soulmates with ROMAN ROY the singer! How did I end up with him. Emile caught me staring numbly as new words appeared beneath the original ones. 

“So. Finally met your soulmate?” They asked, a soft smile gracing their features. The smile that had caused my crush all those years ago. I had long grown out of it, but it still held power for their partners and me. 

“One of them I guess. It’s Roman Roy” I whispered the last part, showing them my arm. They hummed thoughtfully, messaging their own wrist. Rem had told me about his own experiences all those years ago, but to actually experience it was insane. 

“Well, why don’t you go tell him?” 

“I...can’t. He didn’t react to me saying anything. It was like I was just another person, y’know?” 

“Well, as your sibling-in-law, I say we’re gonna tell him. C’mon” They pulled me after them. I tried to make excuses, but the doctor was in full help mode. There would be no stopping them. 

“Uh, what’s up honey?” Re asked, looking confused at the determined march. 

“Roman. Good to see you. I found you a soulmate” They yanked me forward as they spoke, lighting up in pride. 

“Look, I’m sorry. They’re just re-” I started babbling, reaching my exposed arm up, forgetting it was free for anyone to read. 

“That’s my name” A soft voice interrupted me. Then a whoop from Re shattered the shock. 

“Lil’ bro! Look at that, two siblings, two chance meetings in this restaurant!”

“What did you say your name was-ow!” He cried out as words burned into his arm. Only your fly-like assistant -Virgil appeared beneath another set of words.

“I- Virgil. I’m Virgil Maelstrom. And it looks like we have another soulmate” He scooted over, nodding for me to sit by him. I took it hesitatingly, watching as his hands started moving as Remus drew him back into a conversation. The shop was closed as Roman ate, and paid for the rest of us to join him. I buzzed nervously, playing my my earring once more. It wasn’t until we were cleaning up when Roman approached me. 

“So. Uh. Virgil? Would you. Would you w-. Wouldyoubemyboyfriend?” He stammered, so at odds with how he was when in the public eye. I nodded mutely, and he swept me into a hug. 

~Elsewhere, A few months later?~

My hands shook as I reached for the top shelf. I wobbled, leaning heavily on my cane. I snarled, planting my cane firmly and stretching for the stuff I had put up there. 

“Sir, do you need help?” A woman approached me. I nodded, and she got it down easily. 

“Thank you mx-”

“Oh, no. It’s Mrs. Smith. Have a good day sir!” She pranced off, ignoring my protest that I was not a ‘sir’. The fire that had scarred me burned away my gender too. I hoisted the bag onto my good shoulder and walked the opposite way. I did not look forward to returning to the place I was forced to call ‘home’. 

“I’m home” I called, opening the door slowly. My girlfriend ran around the corner, beaming. 

“Sweetie! I missed you so much! I was gonna be so sad if you hadn’t gotten back so soon!” She nearly yelled, her face dropping slightly at the thought. 

“No, I wouldn’t. You know I try to be home as soon as I can” I offered a soothing smile. She took my cane and dragged me after her. She ignored my winces, her face screwed up so she couldn’t see. I kept as quiet as I could until the tv concert of Double R. I beamed as he sung, his current outfit looking so much better on him than the previous. When it had finished, my girlfriend was fast asleep on the opposite side of the couch. On a complete whim, I stood up and limped to the door. Taking my cane, I set out on a walk. 

~~~~

“Ro, be careful. You’re easily recognizable” Virgil begged as I stepped outside.

“Don’t worry my storm cloud. I promise to not draw unnecessary attention-” He snorted so I revised my statement with a glare “-I promise not to draw any attention to myself. I’ll be back soon” 

“Whatever. I’ll have my phone on me, so call if you get in trouble” He closed the door behind him. We had been dating for a few months, and they’d been the best (and safest, but don’t tell Virgil that) of my life. I couldn’t wait to meet the third member of our soulmate bond though. I drew the hood of my sweatshirt, borrowed from Virge, up over my head. I wandered aimlessly for a while before deciding to get some milkshakes before heading back. I bumped into someone as I was putting in my earbuds.

“Oh my gosh, are you ok?!” I asked them, and they waved me off. 

“Yea whatever” They mumbled to the ground. I offered them a hand up. They took it and when meeting my eyes, just stared. 

“I love the new outfit!” They finally blurted out. I let out a yelp as my arm suddenly got warm. 

“Thanks! I uh, I think you should know that you may be my second soulmate?” I said, drawing back my sleeve to show them my first message. Just like when Virgil’s message had finally appeared on my arm, there was a name there now. Blocky letters spelled out: Ethan. 

“I...yea. That’s my name. I’m Ethan! Ethan Snips. They/them please” they spoke hurriedly. I nodded, sweeping them up into a hug. 

“C’mon! You’ve gotta meet your other soulmate now” I smiled as they stared in disbelief when my own first sentence to them appeared with my name. 

___

I was soulmates with Roman. Roy! And there was a third person. I obviously needed to meet them as I had their message left. But I had two soulmates and one of them is famous!

“Wait I- nevermind. Please, just take me to meet them” I smiled, limping after him as quickly as possible. He bought three milkshakes, which he rudely refused to give me mine until we got back. We were near his trailer when I heard her. 

“She doesn’t sound happy” Roman turned nervously towards the sound.

“No, she isn’t. Hurry, please” I nearly shoved him in my haste to get away. 

“Bad?” He asked, meeting my eyes. I noticed he didn’t even seem to register my scars

“Very bad” I nodded, raising a hand up towards my blind eye as if it would keep her from coming. 

“HELP! SECURITY!” He screamed at the top of his lungs before scooping me up and running. I yelped, clinging to my cane and the arm wrapped around my chest. 

“Princey, you idiot, what did you do!” A dark haired man appeared, one hand already on his hip.

“Reeescued someone?” Roman smiled charmingly. 

“You idiot. He’s pretty, so I can see why you wanted to be knight in shining armor”

“No, you’re prettier. Handsome! Like the moon” I mumbled dazed. 

“Thanks, why wear those gloves?” I saw his frazzled gaze on my threadbare gloves. I clapped one hand to my arm where  warmth radiated suddenly. I raised my cane in answer.

“This is Ethan! Our second soulmate! Uh, they/them. I need to explain to the head of security why I uh...just screamed. Have fun!” Roman dashed out the door. 

“I’m Virgil. I’m assuming that was your mark suddenly warm, so my name should be under it” He sat a few feet away, playing with a small ball. I checked, and that was true. He didn’t move any closer or try to continue the conversation. It seemed like his question was more of a defense mechanism than him actually asking. 

“Virgil?”

“Hm? What’s up?” He looked up.

“What’s your family like?” There was a small chuckle as he picked up the ball and started tossing it between his hands.

“Well, I’m assuming you don’t want to hear about my parents. They disowned me a few years back. My older brother Remy basically raised me anyways. He married Ro’s older sibling, and Dr. Picani. I work at the restaurant they own. I met Ro a few months back when he came in, and we started dating” 

“Oh.” I traced the end of my shoe in thought. 

“Here. A secret for a secret? I’ll you something most people don’t know about me for something about you?” 

“Uh, sure. My middle name is Daniel”

“Ohhhh that’s kinda sweet! Well, I’m trans”

“Huh. And once again society has made equal exchange impossible”

“Ah! I see we have a philosopher” Roman came back in, kicking off his shoes and handing out replacement milkshakes.

“Yea. it happened aft-After a certain`”

“You don’t have to tell us if you’re not ready. We have time” Virgil interrupted me. 

“No. No, I want it in the open. I was caught in a fire, which caused serious damage to most of my left side, and my hands” I pulled off my gloves, showing the scars that across them. Virgil reached over, offering a hand in invitation. I shook my head and he withdrew it without comment. I already felt safer with these two than I had with anyone else. 

#sanders sides #sympathetic deceit #sympathetic roman #sympathetic virgil #manipulation #prinxieceit

[roaminginspiration]

The Diner

Part 1 (x)

Brooklyn Golden Palace Diner was one of the coziest and nicest restaurants in Brooklyn. The food was tasty and affordable, in spite of the general inflation, and, by anyone’s standards, they served the best coffee in the borough. The vibe was as customer-friendly and simple as its name was posh. The bright cyan and white tiling reflected the warm light and matched nicely with the champagne walls. The furniture was second-hand but clean and shiny. And the staff was welcoming and friendly.

Yes, Steve Rogers had every reason to like Brooklyn Golden Palace. It had opened four years ago and soon become one of the locals’ favorite. He and Bucky sometimes had a burger there after watching a baseball game.

Until it eventually became a regular visit. A weekly one, to be precise. Every Saturday. Bucky liked to tease and say it was because of the new waitress. Steve took it in with an eye-roll but never changed the routine. Bucky often let him choose where to sit, which was either on the stools at the counter or the booth in the left corner with a direct, unobstructed view on the aforementioned counter.

Bucky sat on the leather bench across from him and ostentatiously turned to scope the staff area.

“I’m assuming she’s got a shift today or we wouldn’t be here,” James said, obnoxiously loud.

“Stop it! You look like a creep,” Steve groaned as he leaned over the table and pulled his friend’s jacket. He then brushed back the strand of hair hanging over his forehead.

Bucky sniggered before sitting back on the bench.

“How long is it gonna take you before you actually talk to her?” he said, then reached for the menu standing against the ketchup bottle. “Lucky you, I don’t mind playing this little game — the food here is pretty decent.”

And Bucky’s eyes hungrily skimmed over the card.

A familiar silhouette coming through the kitchen doors immediately caught Steve’s attention. He watched in awe as the slender, red-haired waitress swayed into the room with a beaming smile. She went over to another booth, collected her tips and picked up the plates. She next walked over to them and gracefully slid her hand into her apron pocket to get the notepad. She then reached for the pencil she always kept tucked behind her ear.

“Gentlemen, what can I get you?” she asked.

James put down the menu. “I’ll have your beef burger with extra pickles and no onion, with a chocolate milkshake.”

He then expectantly glanced over at Steve with an amused smirk tugged at his lips. The waitress mirrored him and turned to Steve. Under the table, he nervously wrapped his hand around his thin arm.

“I…,” he began, then buried his nose in the menu card. He intensely felt the gaze of her large emerald eyes on him and soon, this simple fact, clogged up his mind to the point he couldn’t read the menu.

Counting the long embarrassing seconds going by, he eventually cleared his throat and said: “I’ll have the same.”

He tapped the menu card on the table, glancing at the salt and pepper shakers.

“Noted,” she said with a smirk then vanished behind the counter.

Bucky chuckled. “You hate pickles,” he said. He grabbed a toothpick and put it between his lips.

Steve sighed. “I know.”

James was playfully brushing the toothpick over his bottom lip.

“She’s gorgeous, I’ll give you that,” he said. “Why won’t you say anything to her?”

“Because I’m this scrawny guy, and as you said, she’s gorgeous. The other women don’t look at me, so a woman like her won’t ever notice me.”

He suddenly became sullen, hit in the guts by this undeniable truth.

Bucky smiled comfortingly. “Life is full of surprises. You’ll never know if you don’t try,” his friend said. "What’s her name?”

Steve’s eyes wandered over to the counter where she was pouring coffee into a man’s cup.

“Natasha,” he answered absent-mindedly.

Many months went by and the weekly visits eventually became more regular. He’d go with Bucky then, when his friend enlisted in the army, he went there alone.

His exchange with Natasha was always brief but cordial enough to fill him with satisfaction until his next visit at the Golden Palace Diner.

Things changed on a foggy Tuesday morning in fall. Natasha wrapped her fingers tightly around her coat as she took out the keys to the diner for her morning shift. A raucous sound erupted near the corner.

“Now stay down,” a voice grumbled and she jumped in surprise as she watched a tall man step out of the alleyway behind the diner, rub his sore knuckles and disappear down the street.

After a few seconds, she ventured into the alleyway. Amid the broken crates and knocked down trash cans, she found Steve down on all fours. She recognized her regular customer and rushed over to pick him up.

“Are you all right? What happened?” she asked. Still dizzy, he immediately knew whose voice it was and jumped on his feet before she could help him up.

“I’m ok,” he assured sheepishly and headed out to the main street.

“It’s not safe for you to go alone. Just come inside, we have a first aid kit.”

She looked at him closely and nodded soothingly. He followed her as she took them back to the entrance, unlocked the door and let him in. She closed the door behind them and went to switch on the nearest light. She sat him down, took off her coat and went to get the kit.

She grabbed one of the napkins, put ice in it, and gently pressed it on his swollen lip. He winced silently and she cringed sympathetically. She was sitting on a chair by the bench, quiet but focused.

“Wanna tell me what happened?” she asked.

“I caught him stealing a passerby and tried to get the wallet back. Unsuccessfully as you can tell.”

Natasha nodded, still gently pressing the ice on his throbbing skin. “That’s very brave,” she commented. “Many would have looked the other way. Especially with a guy as tall as him.”

“It’s nothing that hasn’t happened before,” he answered dully. “I can take it.”

She smirked. “So you’re a big guy, huh?” She eyed him intently and he almost reeled. “That’s certainly the last thing I expected,” she whispered with genuine appreciation.

And from that day foggy Tuesday morning in fall, it became their inside joke. She’d always greet him as “Big Guy”. Other customers didn’t understand; Tommy, the cook standing behind he kitchen counter didn’t understand; Bucky, who was on furlough, didn’t understand. Only Steve and Natasha did. It was their thing.

Their conversations became more friendly and he eventually found out she was Russian and had moved to the U.S. when she was very young. He knew her last name was Romanoff and he found great pride in knowing he was probably one of the few customers who had been told.

Steve missed Brooklyn Golden Palace Diner greatly after joining the Army. More than Brooklyn or the juicy burgers, he missed the smirk of his favorite waitress.

As he was in the car headed towards the facility that would forever change his destiny, they drove past the street. When Peggy Carter asked him what was so special about it, he answered he’d been beaten up there and looked after by a friendly waitress. He told her her name was Natasha.

Peggy seemed to smile knowingly.

“Well, I’m sure Natasha will be pleased when she sees you again.”

He cleared his throat and blushed slightly at the prospect of it.

A few months later, Steve returned to Brooklyn Golden Palace. Natasha was wiping the waffle machine. His heartbeat quickened and he nervously straightened his tie.

“Is it too late for a milkshake?” he asked.

He heard the smile in her voice.

“I thought you’d forgotten about me, Big Guy.” She said, wiped her hands and turned to face him. She halted and arched an eyebrow as her eyes traveled up his body until they finally met his eyes. He smiled and laid his forearm on the counter.

“What did Tommy put in your scrambled eggs the last time you came?” she asked.

It was the first time she saw him after he was injected the super-soldier serum. He looked nothing like the regular customer she had picked up after a fight in the alleyway. His body, evidently, had changed, but so had his demeanor. He exuded some confidence his former shape did not allow other people to catch on. His lustrous blond hair was neatly brushed behind his shoulders and he was wearing his official military suit.

“Look at you!” Tommy called from the kitchen as he leaned over his counter and whistled. Natasha put a hand on her hip and smirked while Steve’s cheeks flushed red.

“You totally ruined my nickname for you. What happened?” she asked.

He smiled. “It’s a long story.”

She tossed her napkin over her shoulder. “Clearly my life isn’t as exciting as yours, I have time to hear it all.”

He cleared his throat as Bucky’s words echoed inside his head. “About that…maybe I could tell you all about it around a drink?” She raised an eyebrow and he shook his head nervously. “If you’d like to, of course.”

She frowned and scratched the side of her head. “I’m closing tonight. Maybe on Monday?”

“I’m going back tomorrow,” he answered. It had taken him days to muster the courage to turn up at the diner and drop the question.

“I see.”

“I don’t mind waiting till your shift is over. If that’s ok with you.”

“Hey darling, my turkey is turning cold and I really need that sauce,” a customer called from across the room.

She rolled her eyes then turned her attention back to him.

“Sure. I won’t be free till 10.30, though.”

“I know. I can wait.” He smiled. She smiled back. “See you later, then.”

He made his way to the exit and, as he walked past the turkey guy, he swiftly knocked the strawberry milkshake onto his lap. The man grumbled loudly, attracting everyone’s attention on them, including Natasha’s who was smirking from the counter.

Steve feigned to apologize then headed out of the diner.

At 10.25 pm, Steve came back and sat at the booth in the left corner. The place was completely empty, even Tommy had finished to clean the kitchen and had gone. Natasha was wiping the last wet glasses and plates with a cloth. She smiled at him.

“I didn’t think you’d come back,” she said. “It was a long evening.”

Her expression was a little weary. She walked over to his booth and sat down across from him. She stretched her neck and it made a cracking side.

She chuckled. “Sorry. Bad habit.”

She then massaged the bare nape of her neck with her palm. He thought she looked exquisite.

“Can I get you anything?” she asked.

He stood on his feet. “How about we switch roles a bit. You’ve served enough people for today.”

He walked across the empty room, over to the counter, grabbed a clean cup and saucer, and brought them back to the table. He then went again to get the jar of coffee and a spoon from behind the counter.

Natasha had taken off her shoes, climbed up on the bench and sat against the wall as her legs lay along the bench.

He came to stand in front of her and poured coffee into her cup. He came back a few seconds later with a slice of cheesecake covered with syrup. She watched him with unconcealed wonder.

He sat on the bench across the table and watched her as she took a spoonful of the pastry to her mouth. She laid her head back against the wall, wiggled her small feet hanging beyond the edge of her bench and smiled.  

“You know this place like the back of your hand,” she commented.

He propped his chin into the palm of his hand and smiled bashfully. “I may have observed you a lot. Sorry.”

As she looked deep into his blue eyes, she realized how much he looked like that regular customer she had picked up after a fight in the alleyway. She put down the spoon and reached over to nudge his arm.

“Do you want to tell me what happened?” she asked with genuine interest.

And he told her about the greatest thing that had ever happened in his life.

At nearly midnight, she glanced over at the clock on the wall.

“Wanna go for a walk?” she asked.

He smiled approvingly. He got on his feet and came to stand over her bench. She stretched out her arms, slipped her small hands into his, and let herself be swept along to a nightly stroll.

The streets were lit with the city lights, shining on beyond the horizon. They kept on walking until their stroll took them to Brooklyn Bridge. The steps echoed on the thick wooden floor below their feet as the moonlight shone between the steel cables. They eventually stopped and leaned on the edge to look across East River and Manhattan.

“When I left Russia with my parents, we had dreams of achieving all that we ever wanted. I still look at the city like that little girl who first wandered through this steel jungle. The dreams are different, though.”

“What dreams?”

She smiled sheepishly.

“I thought I’d take on the world, mesmerize everyone. I guess Golden Palace is the closest I’ll ever get to sparkles and success.”

“For what it’s worth, I think you’re mesmerizing. It’s only a matter of time before the rest of the world catches up.”

She laughed and buried her face behind the sleeve of her coat. She then cleared her throat and regained her confident countenance.

She raised an eyebrow and stared at him deeply.

A big yawn came through. He smiled fondly.

“Let’s go and I’ll hail you a cab home.”

She blinked. “You’re not offering to walk me back? All the other guys always offer to walk me back tome...to keep the door open. They never fully conceal their intentions.”

“I do have intentions. Hopefully to take out on a second date…if you’ll have me.”

“You’re good,” she remarked with her honeyed voice.

He smiled and started off, but she pulled him back by his sleeve. When he swung around, her lips captured his as she pressed herself against him and clutched her hand around his neck. One of his hands fell to her waist while the other cupped her face and pulled her in. Her lips, full and luscious, were warm and sweet. It was only him and her on the deserted bridge, lit by the moonlight.

When they broke the kiss for air, he breathed in the sweet smell of her perfume and pancakes. It made him smile contentedly.

“I’ve wanted to kiss you all night,” she admitted, breathless.

“I’ve wanted to kiss you since the moment I saw you behind that counter.”

Her pupils quivered as she looked deep into his eyes, amazed and flattered.

“Now,” she began, “are you gonna take me home, Big Guy?”

#romanogers #Steve Rogers #Natasha Romanoff #Captain America #stevenat #captasha #capwidow #skinny!Steve #AU #writing #fanfic #inneedofinspiration #The Diner

[suffering-and-happy-about-it]

WhatsApp? Part 6. (Steve Rogers x reader)

Description: You’ve never been lucky with guys. You just wanted to catch someone’s eye, to be loved. One day, that’s about to turn completely - with one fake, completely imagined number a guy gave you

A/N: Sending a nod to Starlord’s direction with this one. ;) Also I am so sorry about the voice attributes rant, I studied special pedagogics and in here, voice, its attributes and the speech itself is a huge part of ENT studies centering around ears, throat, and neck...

A/N: THANK YOU FOR 200 FOLLOWERS. OMG.

A/N: I am sorry, @missdictatorme for no phone s*x. Ily by the way.

A song which I want to highlight for this chapter: Fallingforyou by the 1975.

Warnings: none really?

Tagging: @missdictatorme @songforhema

Read more here, babe ;):   Part One  Part Two  Part three  Part four  Part five

If you like things in one place, you might like the series master list: H E R E

The time had tendencies to stop when Steve so far, far away from you. 

You hadn't got a single clue where could be or what's he doing but you hoped he's safe and well. Sometimes you looked out of the window for ten minutes straight just thinking about where he could be. You checked your phone every morning and evening - nothing. He wasn't really messing around when he told you it can take a whole month before he comes back to you.

Deena, who was a self-proclaimed dancing teacher volunteered to lead the choreo. And she wasn't really bad at it.

At least you had your head all Steve-cleared off do could actually focus on your choreography for the big evening itself. It was somehow borderline racy but still PG-13 friendly as you thought it will be. May made sure it will be. You were dancing in sync, and you were grouped to trios for this one. You were basically repeating actions of the trio which went before you, it was simple yet good, or so you thought. You felt good about it at least.

You were in the last trio along with Deena and Marzia, another girl from your office so it would be double insured that you can't actually fuck up.

The girls made sure you acted all bossy - at some point, you started to use chairs to make it even more clear. That you were the ones being on the top during your dance. Before you could even dance in slight sync, it took you two weeks of every of your working day afternoon. Every one of you worked on it hard and it was paying off. Even you, probably the least talented person, or so you felt, could incredibly sway your hips. You didn't think that you can actually look that deductive yet you did.

Val told you that you were a killer - you took her only partially seriously because she was always friendly flirting with you.

Sometimes Peter came along. He was the sound tech guy every time. And then made fun of you when you accidentally fucked up. You loved that clueless boy so much.

"Okay. What do you think?" - You asked Peter, drinking from a water bottle. It was week three of you almost destroying your legs on those a bit too much tall high heels. You didn't want to wear them - your feet were swollen and hurt after every afternoon, but Deena shushed you off. It should look sexier than you dancing in Canada shoes and that Deena considered a pure fact.

"That you will kill yourself during that turn around with the chair in your hands." - He answered honestly with a childish smile, winging his feet in old Converse shoes from side to side. - “But there is a chance you will kill somebody else, so it's 50-50.”

"How gentle of you, Parker. You must be a real hit with the ladies, am I right?" - You nudged his shoulder, taking those devilish shoes off your feet, massaging them. He grinned at you.

"I can say obscene things like actually liking it out loud here, Y/N. And you know that!" - Peter laughed out loud, showing the gentle wrinkles around his hazelnut eyes. - "And since I ripped your tee off? May would have killed me if she actually heard me saying something nice about you!"

You had to laugh at his remark. You both were poking fun out that event since the next day Pete actually came to visit you, only May didn't find it as amusing as you two. Poor boy never got his free Oreo milkshake. And to be fair - Val actually started the beef with some pretty explicit jokes. And because you two were who you two were, it didn't take so long before you put that beef on fully.

"So continue calling me dumb. That will do. That's basically every girl's dream." - You nudged his head and left to a small cab to change your clothes. Your eyes just checked your phone as they were used to do all along those three weeks.

And your heart performed a fucking parkour jump at the sight of the green diode beeping at your eyes. The breath was caught in your throat when you gulped. Your hands shook by their will when you took the phone in your hands. It was a text from him. Steve was actually back.

As you opened the conversation, his promise popped directly in your head. A call. He promised you a fucking call. Steve willingly offered you to hear his voice. Three weeks ago. And now he was back. You were on cloud fucking nine. That was an offer you couldn't pass on.

Steve: I was so looking forward to texting you from the moment we took off. I'm back and well, Y/N.

Dear lord, you thought to himself, your eyes were firmly closed and you could feel a smile creeping on your lips. Thank you for keeping that man safe and well. Thank you for letting him come back.

Y/N: I missed you so much and I have so much thing to tell you! How was your little work trip?

You couldn't care less about being eager or too obvious with being excited about him being back. It was just natural for you to be excited. You had to tell Peter, so you changed your clothes the quickest way. You ran away from the cab looking like a mess with your bag over your shoulder with your smile looking better than a five-star hotel.

"Pete, Pete, Pete!" - You quirked in a high pitch. Peter wasn't sure if you hadn't got mad, looking at you with his puppy eyes in a horrified manner.

"Tell me that you have won a million dollars and I don't have to go to school anymore. I beg you." - Peter mumbled with a side smile. You shoved your phone right into his eyes and smiled widely. - "You're shitting me!" - He fangirled as hard as you had and performed your typical victory dance.

"Peter! Have you just cussed? We've talked about that!" - May shouted into your direction and you both freeze. Then you giggled.

"That means..." - Peter wiggled his eyebrows. Of course, you've told him about that call promise. He knew everything that happened with Steve. Not because he wanted to know, but because you rambled about Steve as much as he has rambled about Liz Toomes.

"You bet your favorite Lego puzzle!" - You hummed a tune and Peter laughed again.

"It isn't called a puzzle, to be honest..." - Peter trailed off the topic again, but you were leaving at that point, so you didn't take him too seriously.

"I don't caa-are." - You sang playfully and left the studio you rented for your choreography training, hoping you would get home as soon as possible.

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The European job didn't go as bad as they were warned about but it didn't go exactly as smooth as Steve hope it will. He really got his hopes set high to be earlier at home. Sometimes he wanted to just take his phone off his bag, turn it on and text you that he and his friends are ok. But Natasha almost knifed him with her eyes every time that thought crossed his mind.

In the end, they were tired, really dirty, sleepy like 24/7. Even Sam, who usually tried to talk a big hole into others heads, layed in total silence. Now he was most likely dead on the back seats, covering his face with his forearm. 

Of course, you were the first thing on his mind when he got to his phone - after having a long-ass sleep, a great warm shower and a bunch of unhealthy food ordered from a near China restaurant. 

You texted back almost immediately, which made him smile and relax on the bed. He had a feeling that maybe you would be pretty pissed about his sudden, unexcusable need to disappear to a different continent because of a work a don't make me remind him that you still didn't even know what in the hell he's doing. But the better he got to know you, the more difficult and surreal saying his true identity to you was.

Almost unthinkable even. 

Y/N: So that promise, can I still count on it? 

You asked after he told you a little about his three weeks in Europe. He didn't lie but he definitely didn't tell you anything that could give you an actual image of what happened there - a lot of counterespionage from Nat, a lot of fighting and a lot of bad guy's blood spilling. He was giving you a gentle, sweet, careful silver linings to keep you safe. Those were his intentions - protecting you at all costs before knowing the truth. 

Steve: Of course. I am a man of my word. Today at seven p.m.? 

It was already five p.m. so two hours were remaining but he was sure it will be a terror for him. Maybe you'll just refuse to move this far behind the formal line today? He knew he's shitting himself at the moment.

Y/N: Okay. I'll be waiting, handsome.

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Your hands literally shook as you panicked. 

You needed to calm down asap. It wasn't an eye-to-eye meeting with him nor it was an actual FaceTime. It was just a fucking call which got you so off-rail. This got you even more intensely than when you were waiting for a call from some office lady whether you got that job or you did not. 

It was Steve for god's sake. Not just someone. Steve. You felt like Lykke Li in one of those videos Peter showed you. She was extremely obsessing about a man, having his pictures all over her apartment, just wished he would take notice of her. 

You would do the same at that point if you actually got some of his photos. You were just one hundred percent sure. 

That one call was everything you could actually think about - you showered beforehand even tho he couldn't smell you through the phone just to feel pretty. You also did have a proper dinner so your liver would not do anything unplanned. You even tried some dumb yoga bullshit Marzia and Suzie thought you to calm yourself down. 

You felt so, so, so stupid for overreacting that strongly but then you reminded yourself that it is mysterious, funny and gentle Steve. And you panicked again, trying to imagine his voice. Would it be high-pitched or too deep? Would it be raspy or smooth? There were too many options - too many tembers, too many speed rates, and too many articulation options.

Maybe he stutters? Which would be kinda cool you hoped. Or maybe he has a problem with saying out loud some letters? Wow, you were overwhelmed for a slight bit at that moment. But no matter ho Steves speech will be, you told to yourself, you will not give up on him because of that. 

And let me say that you almost jumped off your bed when the phone rang in your hand with his name in the fucking middle of that, suddenly too small, screen. This was it. This was the moment.

You tried to breathe until the lowerest part of your lungs wasn't filled with air and then you quickly answered. That feeling of nervousness was all over your body, you felt partially numb and all you could say was that you marched around your room with your cheeks burning on fire. 

“H-Hey, hey.” - You mumbled out, which was a big win-win for you. You didn't stutter that much, just maybe breathing a bit too heavily. All you could hear was a chuckle from the other side of the phone. 

It almost sent you right to fainting. That was a sound of gods - you would bet your whole lego set on that. Holy goddamn shit. You jumped at the bed, feeling really quirky and cheese. You just fangirled over his chuckle. Great. You were going crazy. That was a fact. If Pete saw you acting around this clingy and cheesy, he would be laughing so hard.

“Hey.” - He answered with a chuckle under his breath, he sounded so calm and smooth, to begin with. (It wasn't the truth at all. But he was trying his actual best to appear cool in front of you.) - "Is everything alright out there? Am I interrupting you from something? I didn't mean to..." - And there he was. His usual nervousness got a hold on him eventually. That wasn't as smooth as he anticipated, but exactly make you like him more.

He was just as nervous as you were. You weren't acting like a total idiot after all.

"No. Of course, you're not... Interrupting anything. Don't be silly." - You laughed with a high, nervous tone, sounding like a boy in puberty. Well, damn. This was going so off rails so fast.

You analyzed his voice precisely. It wasn't super deep nor rough for that matter. He had actually really smooth voice which was just really nice to listen to. And he had to think you're an idiot.

"I can't believe I've done it." - Steve said all of a sudden stopping you in the middle of marching up to your bed again. One of your feet was on the mattress and the second one was still on the ground. You looked like a stretching ballerina.

"It feels so surreal, am I right?" - You chuckled, finally taking a hold of your own voice. You finally sounded like a grown woman.

"Exactly. It's... Wow. I don't know what it didn't cross my mind earlier. You could told me a lot of your stories so quicker and it would be much more fun."

"So you don't find reading my miserable life stories interesting. Okay, noted." - You teased him slightly. Steve laughed, saying a loud 'nooo!'. God, this man was just something.

"I didn't mean that at all!" - That was the first time you heard him actually giggled. He was doing it all the time because of your texts. But this was for the first time in real life you've heard it. The sight of you was messy - your eyes shone, your cheeks were rosy and your hair was not in the slightest order at all because your subconsciousness made you play with it. But you looked so happy and your smile way so relaxed.

"Why are you yelling so loud here, man?" - A completely different voice cut through the conversation. It was a bit higher than Steve's and it was way smooth with a seriously strong accent. - "Is that, oh damn." - The man laughed while you smiled at the ways Steve demanded the man leaving his room.

"I'm Sam! Nice to meet you, Steve's girl!" - He yelled before the door shut. Steve grunted out loud. That was so sweet.

"So you're telling them about me, I suppose? Was that Sam or James?" - You giggled, making Steve grunt again. Sam knew which moments to choose.

"That was Sam. I told them about you, however, the girlfriend thing is something Sam had made up." - Steve choked in defeated voice.

"Don't worry. It's fine. It made me laugh." - You calmed Steve down about Sam's behaviour. It was pretty funny and sweet for you. Sam to Steve was definitely like Pete to you. Best cheering up fangirling friend you could ask for.

"That was nice." - Steve commented at your laugh so smoothly without a single doubt in his voice.

"Thank you." - A dazzled sight came out of your lips.

---

You two talked for what seemed like forever. It was a conversation about nothing - just a constant back and forward with a lot of nervousness, thank yous and sweet voices.

Steve was dazzled by your voice. He could listen to it before sleeping, with his eyes closed. Let me, as the narrator, tell you - you were such sweet dorks. Both nervous, out of your minds basically. This one phone call actually meant something to both of you. It was your first form of actual contact, just hearing the other side and being so breathless and speechless because both of you actually existed.

The texting was fine, sure. But it didn't feel like this. It wasn't as real as this.

Nothing could tell him how you laughed when his dorky ass made you chuckle somehow. The way you spoke was so calm, relaxing him to death. Or texting couldn't reveal your voice raising up when you got excited about remembering something.

When Sam peeked into Steve's room, he stood there in silence for a moment or two. Steve was standing up in from of a window, looking down on the street, telling that Y/N something in a quiet, humming tone.

"I don't want to interrupt you." - Sam spoke quietly, freaking Steve he hell out. The tall blonde turned to Sam, covering the phone with his hand. - "But we're about to watch Footloose."

"I'll be there in a minute." - Steve nodded sadly. He didn't want this to end even if it was as dorky and cheesy as it was. But a movie night with his fellas after Europe was a thing Steve was looking forward to.

"I need to go, Y/N." - Steve started slowly and he would swear that his heart hurt at those words. - "We're about to watch something called Footloose?"

"Oh, my dear lord. You've never ever seen Footloose? Are you serious?" - You asked in an unbelieving voice. - "THE Footloose with Kevin Bacon? Steve, you really make me feel like you're not from today's world. Deena told me she hoped that her prom would look like the ending scene, but you know, Kevin Bacon never came." - You giggled.

His stomach shrank at that remark. He's not from today's world. He's the man out of time. And you have no idea, you just joked.

"I think it's exactly the one with Kevin Bacon, yeah." - Steve circled his hand around his waist, sounding nervously all of the sudden. What was he thinking about? Of course that his true identity would hunt him eventually down, even in his little personal bubble he created with you.

"Yeah..." - You sighed and shut up for a second. - "Let's call it a night today, what do you say?"

"You're right, I should go or Sam and James would start without me." - Steve tried to sound as relaxed as he could. You couldn't recognize he hides something - you've heard him for the first time. You haven't got any idea that something's off.

"Would you call me tomorrow? It's your turn." - He teased you, but you grunted a little, giving the answer away.

"I can't tomorrow, I'm at work, then we have a choreography training and we have a ladies night... I won't be at home at all. I'm sorry." - You said sadly.

"Don't be sad about that, Y/N. I'm not little. Just tell me when and I'll take some time for you, alright?" - Steve asked to make you feel better.

He slowly realized that this will be like a drug to him. Once he tasted it, he would need more and more of it to even survive. There was no turning back now. Phone calls were something new, exciting, something he wanted to do until the dawn comes. Just to feel that he haves you closer than normally.

"Hope that will be soon. Now, I'll go to sleep and you'll go and enjoy Kevin Bacon's amazing rebel-ish and dancing method acting, ok? And enjoy Footloose, like that song. It's amazing. Bye, handsome." - You said with a happy voice.

"Goodnight, Y/N. I'll text you in the morning." - Steve sighed with a soft smile on his lips, ending the call. Yeah, maybe it would be really difficult to tell you who he is and maybe you'll freak out at hell - but at that moment? He felt like a pretty attractive school girl realizing that she is falling for a nerd from her Chemistry class.

Beautifully numb and so glad he couldn't even express it.

#Steve Rogers #steve rogers x y/n #steve rogers x reader #captain america #james buchanan barnes #james barnes #bucky burnes #the winter soldier #natasha romanoff #black widow #sam wilson #the falcon #fallingforyou #the1975

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Prompt #1 “If you had asked me to stay, I would’ve.”/Milkshakes Are the Best Medicine - A Sprace One-shot

Words: 1058

Warnings: minor swearing, mentions of alcohol, crying, verbal argument (I’m being really careful with these so some of them may not apply)

Ship: Modern!Sprace

Type: Angst :)

Prompt: “If you had asked me to stay, I would’ve.”

“Then just leave!”

“I will!”

“Fine!”

“Fine!”

Race gritted his teeth as he slammed the door shut to his bedroom. His bedroom. Not his and Spot’s. He hadn’t even checked to see if Spot had left.

This had been one of the many fights between the two in this week alone, and Race wasn’t sure if he could take it much longer. They were out of milk? Fight. Spot forgot to take the rubbish out? Fight. Lost remote, missing sock, no coffee, fight, fight, fight. It wasn’t like Race was even at fault for most of it.

Sliding down the door, he hugged himself, choking back tears that threatened to spill down his face. This was so pathetic. He didn’t deserve to be upset about this, he kicked the love of his life out, and frankly he wasn’t sure he’d come back if he didn’t actually express how much he needed him home. Race wiped at his eyes angrily before picking up his phone to deliver the ‘I’m sorry’ call.

The phone rang, and rang, then, “What?”

“Spot I—”

“No, I’m not— you’re not—”

“But Spot—”

“NO!”

Race snapped his mouth shut, his breathing faltering for a moment. Spot could be really scary when he wanted to and even from the other end of the receiver Race could practically hear the other males startled expression at his harsh tone.

“I’m… Look, I’m going to come back tomorrow but just not— just not tonight, ok?”

“Alright… be—”

“Bye.”

Spot had hung up before he could finish. “—careful…” Now that really stung. Spot had outright refused to let him get in a word and… and Race didn’t even get to yell at him for it.

Spot didn’t come back the next day, or the next, or for the rest of the month. Race had been going out with friends more often, scrambling to get out of the pit of depression was in. He refused to touch alcohol, not wanting to end up like his father, however he did gorge on Skittles and other candies until it made him sick which seemed to be much safer. To Race, risking diabetes was far better than risking becoming an enraged drunk. He just… lived on. Lived on without Spot, without his soulmate. And it hurt.

Mush slid a milkshake across to his part of the ‘bar’ and Race sipped on it gratefully. “Thanks, Mush…” He muttered. He wasn’t blind to the pitying smile his friend was giving him. “This time I can pay—”

“Nah, this one’s on the house.” He smiled softly, giving Race’s cheek an affectionate pat. “Milkshakes are the best medicine.”

That was another thing. Race wasn’t able to bring himself to get to work. There was too many memories of Spot picking him up or dropping by to give him a gift or two while he worked out the back of a renowned Italian restaurant. A renowned five star Italian restaurant he would probably be fired from soon as he stepped foot inside its gold-lined doors. And the worst part about this whole thing is Race never stopped searching for Spot. He just couldn’t let him go no matter how hard he tried.

He took another long sip of his drink, relishing in the slight chill it sent down his throat. Matched his mood. Race was so absorbed in the drink that he didn’t even bother to look over his shoulder as a bell rang, signalling the arrival of another customer, instead he just tossed a sad glace at Mush who, in return, shrugged, smiling a bit. The customer sat beside Race, swivelling slightly to face Race... yeah this was uncomfortable. “Who forgot to feed him?”

Race’s head immediately snapped up to meet the eyes of the guy who spoke. He had made it out to sound like Race was a dog and there was no way he was going to just let it go without a fight, even if it was a joke. He curled his fists, glaring slightly, as he readied to strike this asshole in the face-

“That’s my bad.”

And Race was being pulled away. Effortlessly lifted off his chair and carried right out to the parking lot like it was nothing. “Put me down, dammit!” Race thrashed against the new man’s hold, kicking, screaming, doing anything to be put down. And the poor guy could only whisper calming words in return, a simple ‘Shhh, shh, I got you’ or ‘calm down you’re safe’ coming often. When Race refused to calm down from his shoulder, the man tipped him backwards so his hands were gripping his ankles and Race’s face was close to his feet. That really shut Race up.

Race gasped, moving to hang onto his kidnapper so he wasn’t dropped. “Please,” he begged quietly. “Please put me down.” He could hear the beat of his heart drumming in his ears as he waited. He waited so painfully long to be put down and when he was, he was sat down on the back of a familiar black Harley, cleaned and polished to perfection. There he was able to get a good look at- “SPOT?!”

The other male didn’t have time to respond as the blonde launched into his arms, choked sobs coming in horrifying waves. Spot couldn’t even decipher if Race was breathing as he pet his golden curls, whispering words kin to his earlier comforts.

“W-where were y-you?” Race muttered pitifully, burring his face in Spot’s shoulder as his sobs died down and hiccups took over. “I n-needed you…” Spot ran his free hand up Race’s spine, a habit he couldn’t shake. “I waited… you seemed pretty pissed on the phone so I waited ‘til you were ready to invite me home.” The answer came so effortlessly that Race had to wonder if Spot had thought about it for the month. “If you had asked me to stay, I would’ve.”

At that Race curled further into Spot, another wave of sobs overtaking him. He was the reason why Spot didn’t come home… he was the reason for his own heartbreak… it was his fault…

“I’m—”

“Shhh,” Spot pecked his crown. “I’m sorry, I shoulda come home sooner… you didn’t deserve me disappearing like that.”

“Come back home? Please?”

And to that, Spot couldn’t say no.

#newsies #sprace #newsies oneshot #oneshot #sprace oneshot #prompt #newsies prompt #racetrack higgins #race higgins #race newsies #racetrack newsies #spot conlon #spot newsies

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Another One Bites The Dust (AOBTD) - Chapter 1

Warning(s): Explicit Langauge. Death. Gore. A Hardcore Love for a Chocolate Milkshake. 

Author’s Note: This is the first chapter of Another One Bites The Dust (AOBTD). It’s a bit longer than the next one, but I really hope y’all enjoy it. Feel free to let me know what you think! :) 

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Next Chapter:   Two.

Chapter 1 ~ My Milkshake (Brings All The Boys)

I walk into Chick-Fil-A, noticing a little girl of no more than five years of age, playing by herself at a table with two G.I. Joe action figures. Me too, kid. Me fuckin’ too. I hear heavy arguing coming from the kitchen as I make my way to the counter to place my order. 

I tap my fingers against the smooth faux granite as I wait. I’m not really frustrated at havin’ to wait. I actually don’t mind it one bit. It’s just nice that I ain’t gotta wait on any customers at the moment. After a few moments, a young lady and a young man walk out from the kitchen.

The swinging door smacks against the wall in response to the lady shoving it roughly. She makes her way to the register.

“Can I help you?” She asks, obviously annoyed.

“I’d like a chocolate milkshake, please.” I say.

She huffs, but rings it up for me before letting me know when I can pay. I wait while my milkshake is made. I don’t know why, but I’ve been craving a chocolate milkshake from Chick-Fil-A for days. Normally, I’d get some nuggets and a medium fry to eat, but I’m not in the mood for those at the moment. 

I just want my milkshake. The lady goes back to arguing with the man while she makes it. I can tell she’s clearly pissed off, and the last thing she wants to do is make me a damn milkshake. She even mutters that under her breath, thinking I can’t hear her, but I can.

I step outside since it’s going to be a few minutes for my milkshake to be ready. I walk across the almost empty parking lot to the grocery store where I’ve worked for a couple years now. None of my favorite co-workers are there today, so I don’t bother talkin’ to the others. 

They’d just piss me off. I hear a commotion outside and see a figure walking, sluggishly through the parking lot. The left side of it’s body is drooping, and even from looking through the glass windows, I can tell something’s not right. The figure seems to be snapping its jaws and acting like a wild animal.

It takes me a moment to realize what’s wrong. I’d heard on the news over the past few weeks that the dead were coming back to life and walking amongst the living. I didn’t think it’d reach us this quickly, but I guess the apocalypse truly has started.

I reach under the register that I normally work at and grab my backpack. I haven’t clocked back in for work yet, since I’m still on my lunch break. I probably won’t be getting my next paycheck. I guess it don’t really matter anymore, since it seems like the world’s gone to complete and utter shit. 

I make sure everything I had packed in my bag is still there. It is. I sling it over my shoulder and head outside after drawing my knives from their sheaths in my bag. Holding one in my right hand, I make quick work of ending the dead’un’s second life.

He falls to the ground with a sickening thud, but I don’t focus on that ‘cause more dead’uns are making their way towards me. From what I can tell, there’re only four headin’ my way. I end them too, making sure that I don’t get hurt myself, but also ‘cause no one should have to suffer like this. 

Living in this world is hard ‘nough as a living, breathing person, but to come back as a dead’un? That shit’s rough. I wouldn’t wish that on even my worst enemy. I hear the rumbling of a big truck. I turn and look as a monster truck comes down the hill and pulls to a stop beside me.

I look at the driver, and realize it’s my dad.

“C’mon! Hop in!” He says.

I’m shocked. He’s not being an asshole like he normally is, but that don’t necessarily mean I’m ‘bout to get in the vehicle with him. I hear more footsteps come up from my right side. I turn, knife drawn, ready to end another dead’un’s suffering. 

I stop when I realize that it’s just the two men I love with everything in me, Jeffrey and Tim. They both look at me with pride and love shining in their eyes. I know they both love me with everythin’ in ‘em, and I love ‘em too. Jeffrey runs his right hand through his short, dark black hair, ruffling it up, before bringing his hand down to his face and over his salt and pepper beard.

Tim scratches the side of his face, just above his ginger beard. His hair’s already messed up, but that’s just his style. He usually goes with the bed head look on a daily basis.

“Damn, doll. You sure do know how to use that knife.” Jeffrey drawls, smirking.

I laugh. “You have no idea, hon.”

Tim chuckles. “That’s my girl.”

I grin at him. They walk over and hug me. It’s good to have ‘em here. I was worried that they wouldn’t be able to show up for my lunch break, but they did. I know that it’s hard to get away from the school sometimes for lunch. Tim’s a science and history teacher at the local high school, and Jeffrey’s the gym teacher. 

They both coach baseball during the spring, and boys’ wrestlin’ team durin’ the winter. Although, my lunch break has taken quite an interesting turn, to say the least. My boys both kiss my cheeks. I grin even more. Ok. So, I may not have the most conventional relationship, but I wouldn’t trade what I have with these two goofballs for anything.

We’re all three happy with what we’ve got going. In fact, they both proposed to me yesterday, and of course, I said yes. I couldn’t imagine living my life without either of ‘em. Anyway, I hear my dad hollering for me from the monster truck.

“C’mon! Get in the truck! Now!” He yells.

I sigh and look at my boys, jerking my head in the direction of the truck.

“C’mon. Y’all get in first.” I instruct.

They do. Jeffrey gets in the back while Tim hops up in the passenger seat. I tuck my knife into the sheath attached to the tactical belt holding my cargo pants up. Tossing my bag up to Jeffrey, I blow him a kiss.

“I’ll be right back!” I say, before I take off across the parking lot towards Chick-Fil-A.

“What?” I hear Tim holler after me. “Darlin’?”

“Doll! Get your fuckin’ ass back here! Now!” Jeffrey calls.

“No! I’m going to get my milkshake!” I holler back.

I’ll be damned if a zombie apocalypse is going to keep me from getting my fuckin’ chocolate milkshake. I open the door, and see the same thing I saw earlier: the little girl still sitting at the table, playing, and the two employees arguing with each other.

However, after a moment, I realize they’re not actually arguing. The man’s already turned and he’s trying to attack the woman. She turns her head to look at me as I walk closer. Her distracted state allows for the newly turned dead’un to take a huge ass bite out of her neck. 

I sigh as I draw my knife out, and get prepared to use it. I just wanted a fuckin’ milkshake. That’s all. I make quick work of ending the dead’un and going ahead and putting the girl out of her misery before she too can turn. Like I said, I wouldn’t wish this new life on my worst enemy.

My eyes drift to the little girl after I hear the door to the restaurant open and a few more dead’uns come in. I quickly kill the dead’un before they have a chance to hurt the little girl.

“Hey, sweetheart. What’s your name?” I ask, making my way over to her, and crouching down so we’re at eye level with one another.

She looks up at me. “Angel.”

I smile. “Pretty name. Where are your parents?”

“I think daddy’s in the back with mommy. They’re arguing.”

I sigh. I just killed her parents. Fuck. I sure as shit ain’t gonna fuckin’ leave her alone now. Not in this shit-tastic, fucked up world.

“Angel, can you do me a favor?” I ask, calmly and as sweet as I can manage.

She nods. “Yes, ma’am.”

“Ok. I want you to stay behind me. No matter what. Ok?”

“Yes, ma’am.”

She slides out of the booth. I spot my milkshake sitting on the counter. I make my way over to get it once I make sure that we’re relatively safe for the moment. There’s more milkshake in the blender, and the cups half full. I fill it up. I paid for it and I’m gonna get all that I can. 

I really wanted that damn milkshake. I notice a 12-count nugget, a large fry, and a chicken sandwich sitting on the heat bar. I snag ‘em up. I glance at Angel. She’s still behind me, waiting for my next step. I hear a gurgling sound and realize that there’s a dead’un trying to crawl in through the drive-thru window.

I scoop Angel up under my arm, giving her the milkshake to hold onto. Making sure I’ve got the girl, the food, and my fucking chocolate milkshake, I run out of the restaurant and back into the parking lot. I groan as I see more dead’uns filling up the empty spaces where cars once parked. 

I hear the rumble of a truck and look up to see the monster truck heading towards me. It comes to a halt beside me. Jeffrey’s in the front seat now with Tim sitting beside him. My dad’s nowhere to be seen, but I don’t dare dwell on that fact. 

Angel takes the waffle fries from me and holds onto ‘em with a death grip.

“Get your fuckin’ ass in the fuckin’ truck now, doll.” Jeffrey says, sternly.

I know it seems like he’s being harsh, but he’s not. I can tell he’s worried ‘bout me, and cares deeply for me. He just happens to cuss so much that it’d make a sailor blush.

“I’m glad you’re ok, darlin’.” Tim says, softly, as he reaches back to open the passenger door.

I set the little girl up into the backseat of the truck. She holds onto the fries for dear life. I chuckle as I give the nuggets and my milkshake to Tim. I reach up, grabbing ahold of the door so that I can pull myself up onto the seat. Once the door’s shut, Jeffrey hits the gas, getting us outta the fuckin’ parking lot. 

Tim turns in his seat, leaning closer to Jeffrey as he looks at me. He hands me the food and my milkshake. I take the stuff and notice that Angel’s munching on the fries. I smile as I take a sip of my milkshake. It was fuckin’ worth it. I let out a happy sigh, and close my eyes as I swallow the milky concoction.

“What the fuck were you thinkin’?” Jeffrey asks.

I open my eyes. Tim’s still looking at me. I know he’s worried ‘bout me too. I glance over at Jeffrey. He turns his head briefly to look at me before looking back at the road in front of him.

“I told you, I wanted my milkshake.” I say, stating the obvious.

Tim chuckles. Jeffrey huffs. I grin.

“I hope it’s worth it. You scared the fuckin’ shit out of me, doll.” Jeffrey says.

Tim nods. “You did. Scared me too.”

#Another One Bites The Dust #AOBTD #Negan Fanfic #Negan Smut #Negan #Jeffrey Dean Morgan #JDM #Jeffrey Dean Morgan Smut #JDM Smut #The Walking Dead #TWD #The Walking Dead Smut #TWD Smut

[nuts-cracker-pn]

I’m calling this thing a ficleton

Well.....eh...I’m sorry. This chapter was no pleasant to write, But it happened. 

part 1    part 2   part 3  part 4a    part 4b  

BLURRED TENDERNESS   -PART  5

Armie comes back to the table after finishing his cig with the other guest at the porch of the restaurant. Thankfully he didn’t take too long there or else…

oh wait, there’s a long face. He still doesn’t know who among his family and friends is capable to detect it but he does, he knows those brows so well. Even if she’s smiling he knows when Elizabeth is upset. He will get to that later, cause now his mind is occupied with the fact that he needs to set a plan of steps to follow on friday and saturday in Toronto. Having more freedom of movement since he goes alone is the perfect opportunity to gain the lost ground, talk nice and slow, put feelings on clear, even if that does not mean he can do whatever the fuck he wants. ‘No, you can’t Armie’

He’s very aware of the especulations, the expectations, Tiff’s early insistence on his attendance. He can’t care less. This is his new and only chance.

Is the dinner downfall now, everybody having their own little one on one chat ,Liz went to the toilet, so he idly scrolls on his phone and gets to his hidden file. There’s a snapchat. He closes it startled when the guest seated by his side puts his phone in front of his face for him to see what’s in the screen. ‘Oh shit’  It’s a loop video.  It’s Timmy’s appearance at the theater, more exactly his funny exit and interaction with him. And the internet is going crazy. Not that he didn’t suspect it would be a possible effect , but he looks at it for more than it should be razonable. He looks then at the guy  -the same who were smoking with him outside, and the husband of one of Liz’s friends. They are not that close but the guy gives him a sympathetic glance. Armie does not know how to respond to that, but what he does know now is that the night will not end well.

When Liz comes back is Armie’s father who starts the goodbyes.

On the car ride back to the apartment their friends kept the charade pretty well.

The babysitter was asleep with the kids in the big chaise lounge and Armie carries them to their beds while Liz talk to the woman. When Armie comes back Liz is already in their bedroom taking off his clothes and organizing things.

“Look I bought this white shirt.”

“Nice”

Armie didn’t pays too much attention to the item.

“Armand.”

He looks at her.

“It’s for your suit. Thursday night.”

He frowns.

“Cartier.”  She puts both hands on her waist.

“Ah ok"

“It doesn’t match with the grey one, better with the blue one ok? grey is too casual. You can wear it in Toronto too.”

“ Oh… I thought you didn’t like I repeat outfits at events in a week…”

“ As if you ever consent with my outfits”

“Deciding there then." He is already in his briefs to take a shower. He has the caution to grab his phone and hurries to open the snap. He also has the caution to always have a Google page opened -with any of those random themes he likes- for a cover.

He almost has a heart attack after reading Timmy’s snaps. This thrilling danger coming back again is giving him all kinds of mixing feelings. He’s not sure about anything anymore. The first time could be a confusion. Not a second.

He almost wants to take a screenshot but that would get notified and now he’s thinking of  giving him as good as he got right? His butt hurt pride is showing again but this time is for a good cause. Will the boy anticipates? He needs to know.

ProfessorO: Really?  I don’t know...Let’s see… 😏

He closes the thing as he gets up from the toilet seat and enters the shower plate.

Couple of minutes later Liz is all over him. Well it’s not as if he wasn’t already a little horny thinking about possibilities.

“I thought you were upset"

“Why should I babe?”

He’s observing her face while wrapping his arms around her.

“Fandom”

“We know how fandoms work right?” She plants a kiss on his lips.

“Anyways, did he tell you before going?”

“Nope"

“Well that’s strange. I mean all this latest isolation. Perhaps he’s heartbroken?”

‘Not now please’   “Don’t know, he didn’t say anything.”

“Poor kid" and she proceeds to spread the luxurious bath mousse in her hands to rub on his husband’s body.

He needs to concentrate on this

“Is this new?”

“Yes , I bought it today. It has japanese oils.“ She puts a hand’s  palm on his nose so he can smell. He lets the smell invade his senses and erase everything.

“So…...Where do you want to try it?”

--------WatchThisAuthorWhistling 🌬 ------

Wednesday , September 5  11am

Timmy is staring absentmindedly at the screenshot he did took from Armie’s last night snapchat. He’s having a delicious breakfast,consisting in a chestnut milkshake with some increíbles croissants filled with  selected pâtés, in a fancy deli, waiting for a meeting with some producer.

‘What the fuck did he means?’

Ok, he admits he’s been away for a while -he has a good reason but telling Armie now is not a good idea. First he needs to fathom this feeling he has for the man and still doesn’t know how to do it.

They could be friends -still not the kind that know each other very well and trust each other completely as to tell each other their deepest secrets.  

They could be lovers -very hidden ones, for now, that is if that status could be changed at all someday.

Or they could be nothing.

Is that even possible now? There’s a sequel to film in a future that seems to be closer than he thought. What nobody knows is he made a visit to Italy before his return to New York, and Luca invited him to his new home in Milan right before going to Venice. Of course he cooked some holly dish of his personal recipe book for his caro bambino. They talked a lot, about the sequel too, and after returning home he gained some advice : “You both need time, Timo. For differents reasons. I really want you to take that time.”

For some reason he already knew this but the moment he learned at that dinner that Elizabeth won’t go to Toronto he started to stumble over his own resolution.

The truth is he won’t be ‘hanging out with the cast’. The cast will arrive Thursday night at different hours. He wanted to have a day alone there so he can readapt all the places in his last mémoires to the new scenario without Armie, Luca and everything “cmbyn”.

He planned this afternoon flight so he can do some shopping and walking around after landing at the Pearson airport . And so he does.

He heads to the Eaton Center after arranging with the staff his accomodation in the hotel room. He’s kind of changing his look, or the way he sees himself… Definitely tired of being seen as a “boy”, that is. This lil mustache & goatee will remain for the time being. ‘This hair has grown a little too.’  Looking at his head in the mirror of a store, he thinks about how he hated that bowlcut at first but now he’s finding new ways of ‘wearing it’.

Thursday morning he’s sorting out some casual outfits from the shopping bags in his room. He actually have some free stuff from brands. He loves this lilac t-shirt and he bought a similar design in white, but with an add touch of ‘risque’... ‘This is too much Timothée’ He smirks at himself. Where is he going with that thing he doesn’t know. He goes down for breakfast before heading to the atelier where his suit is going to be fitted.

-----Later in New York---

Armie doesn’t want to go to this Cartier event, but Liz is acting strange since that Tuesday night. Today she was all the time on her phone, making calls by the window-balcony. She surprisingly cheers him up before he went to the play… He finally dress himself in the car, yeah , with the blue suit, the white shit, and the mustard shoes. Later he finds out she looks quite stunning with that red dress,and cheerful, and funny, and flirty….’What the fuck is going on.’  He tries to engage in conversations with some fellows actors so the night will pass lightly. When they are returning home in the car Liz is quite tipsy, and smoochy, and touchy with his thigh. “Hon, I’m pretty horny.” She says in his ear.

Ok, he should have drunk a little more too. Thankfully he has plenty of vodka at home. After all his flight is at 2:30pm.

Friday morning Armie wakes up by the noise of suitcases, phone calls, kids yelling. He gets off the bed and looks at the clock in his phone. 11:am.

Entering the living room he sees all the suitcases there prepared, Liz is already dressed, and the nanny is preparing something in the kitchen.

“ Come on, get dressed. I need to get there to confirm my flight.”

“ Wait, what time was your flight?”

“Is. Same as yours. We are going together, hon” She kisses his cheeks.

Armie turns his head from the fridge and ends, at last, to open his sleepy eyes.

“What..?”

        ------------------I’M SORRY---------

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Day 04 - Hollywood Studios

TLDR: Hollywood Studios today. Absolutely non stop for the first five hours, attraction highlights include Frozen Sing Along, Star Tours, & Indy. Oh and some awesome guy won Toy Story Mania :P We missed Tower of Terror due to a late family lunch at a Drive In style Diner. Awesome lunch. Heavy Rain. Rain jackets on. Home. Mall. Purchased a new laptop. Missed dinner with the rest of the group, due to the aforementioned late family lunch. No appetite for dinner. Wrote today's entry on the new laptop - so. much. fastness! Good decision. End.

Hoo-ray for Hollywood!

We had to hit Hollywood Studios early for Jedi Academy registration as you can't book it in advance, which meant skipping breakfast (I really shouldn't even expect anything else, should I?). Kids managed to grab a banana but Ann and myself were good to wait, though we did receive our regular morning coffees courtesy of my parents (or their hotel rather).

Patrick loves learning about everything and has been churning out little tidbits of impressive yet totally useless facts at random intervals since we got here. So I'm introducing a new segment for the blog, Patrick's Fun Fact of the Day. So Patrick's Fun Fact of the Day for today is this: 

Water is the only substance which is heavier in its liquid form than when its a solid. Hence why ice floats on water.

(Some research into this does reveal that there are a handful of other unusual substances which exhibit the same property, but I'm gonna give him this one - he's still only 10). Look out for future installments soon!

Once we reached Hollywood Studios, we made a bee-line for the Jedi Academy to register. I remember from last time that the queues and wait were massive, but this time it was much more efficient, which is no bad thing. Had a return time for late afternoon, after lunch, which meant that our morning plan (which was pretty jam-packed), was untouched.

A little light one to start us off, the Path Of the Jedi - a 10 minute video which was a compilation of some of the best bits from all the Star Wars movies. For over a thousand generations, the Jedi Knights were the guardians of peace and justice in the Old Republic. Before the dark times, before the Empire. I've seen the movies hundreds of time but hearing these opening lines from Alec Guinness, sent shivers down my spine. Then seeing Carrie Fisher as the feisty Princess Leia, only added to it. One thing I forgot to mention on the first day was Robin Williams being the sole reason for me choosing The Genie for my Magic Band. There are certain people who absence on this earth you still struggle to get your head around and reminders of them bring are always laced with a little sadness. Williams is one and Carrie Fisher is another. Seeing Princess Leia on screen is amazing and heartbreaking in equal measure. The Last Jedi is going to be a sore one for many people I think. Anyway I digress. Even my brother Michael, who has never really seen the movies (yeah I know), said they looked good and wouldn't mind watching them.

Next up, was For A First Time In Forever, a Frozen Sing Along Celebration.  I might have said this before but this was the funniest thing I've seen in a long time (except those funny Buzz-feed posts about people completely misspelling words - that shit is funny, man). The two main characters, some random unknown characters, though not as unknown as the Arendelle baby (family in-joke, sorry), but their patter and puns were just brilliant, I couldn't stop laughing! The show essentially was a karaoke for (most of) the songs from Frozen and the girls, who were singing away without missing a word, loved it. Side note, this scene in the movie is my most favorite-est part ever, and its not because I fancy Elsa (though it kind of is).

And here’s a few more, including Grace & Emily singing along to the finale, which covered the whole audience in a blanket of snow :)

More Star Wars-y goodness in Star Tours, our first Fast Pass, was up next. We were all placed in the first two rows so had great seats! Prior to lifting off in our little spacecraft piloted by the Galaxy's favourite robotic duo, Threepio and R2, they select a random in the audience, who has been identified as the Rebel Spy. And Emily was selected as the Rebel Spy!!! :D Great simulator ride through Kashyyyk, Naboo & the Gungan City and wee BB8 even made an appearance. The kids were howling and screaming every time we dodged a Star Destroyer or Tie Fighter - fantastic ride. Gracie then wanted to buy a Chewie and Lightsaber in the wee shop after the ride, but as we were returning though it best to do it then, instead of carrying it about all day, she wasn't too pleased (kids can be so impatient, haha).

Indy next, and this was the Epic Stunt Spectacular lived up to its name. Not really changed in the last few decades but still a must-see. Even wee Isabella was going really excited by all the explosions and acrobatics. Pictures speak louder than words as they say, so here’s a few from today.

Stopped for a breather as it was pretty non stop since getting to the park, so the guys got some lunch while we just opted for some desserts as we had lunch booked for later in the day at Sci-fi Dine In Theater. 

Reach For The Sky!

After everyone was re=energized it was time for a bit of friendly competition in our next Fast Pass: Toy Story Mania, a 3-D shooting game where points mean... well just points, so the highest one wins. I’ve been unbeaten at this for the last two trips so I was psyching myself up beforehand as there were a few new contenders on the block. 

The Official Toy Story Mania Leader-board 2017

Gerry: 175400

Corrie: 144200

Michael: 137300

Ann: 128300

Kevin: 121600

Patrick: 90400 (?)

Robert: 78200

Pauline: 73600

Mum: 53600

Wullie: 53400

Alessio: 30200

Gracie: 20400

Emily: 16500

Oh looks who's top... I retain my Toy Story Crown for another year and absolutely smashed last visits score of 143,000. BOOM! Now to find somewhere to get this printed and laminated! :P Just need to continue my streak on Men In Black and Buzz Lightyear’s Space Ranger Spin and Ill have won the Treble! We just made Beauty and the Beast Musical last show after that, and had pretty poor seats way at the back. It didn’t help that there was a big guy sitting right in front of me, blocking my or rather my camera's, vision. Great show which mirrored the animated classic (just like the live action movie, like seriously, no change or twist at all???).

Although we were right next to The Twilight Zone Tower Of Terror after existing Beauty, we had lunch booked, so unfortunately had to skip out on our last Fast Pass. Emily talked non stop about the Tower Of Terror before the holiday so she was more than excited at this point and she absolutely loved it. She was joined with Kevin, Michael, Sarah Jane and Corrie. 

Attack Of The 50ft Woman!

I think the first time I seen the iconic poster for this movie was in McFly's - a bar in Coatbridge Main St, which was my first real pub growing up. Some fond memories in there, and many hazy ones. Sci-Fi Dine In Theater - this place was the real deal, Cadillacs for booths, a huge screen showing clips of 50s classics. 50's style waiters and waitresses, milkshakes, retro decor all in the style of a 50's drive in (think Jack Rabbit Slims in Pulp Fiction with a big screen). It was phenomenal and really glad we booked it, 180 days or so ago now. I went for a Reuben sandwich (awesome), Patrick, a Caprese sandwich (possibly slightly better than mine, possibly), Robert settled on a classic cheeseburger and Ann & Gracie split a rack of ribs and a stack of onion rings. Root beer all round save for me who went with a classic Cherry Coke which came topped with a cherry on top (which that wee sneak-thief Gracie snaffled while I was watching the big screen). All served by the lovely Flora. Bonus Fun Fact Of The Day from Patrick: There were 48 cars in total in the restaurant, each representing one of the 48 states in 1955 :D Our car was from California. Highly recommend this one for anyone visiting, if you like that sort of thing.

You are no Jedi.

When we exited it started raining, HARD. We all had rain jackets, including my camera bag (thank you Manfrotto, you wonderful, thoughtful camera bag maker, you). This was similar to the other night, but I supposed we were better prepared for it this time. We found out where the rest of the party was, and caught up with them. They had just came out of The Great Movie Ride, and after a quick discussion, we agreed that heading home would be the best option. We had covered most of the main rides, with only a few smaller ones remaining, so not really missing anything. Leaving meant no Jedi Training, but they call off the Academy in the event of heavy rain anyway, so we may want to catch it again on our return (you could even call it, Return Of The Jedi! Ok, Ill shut up). We said our goodbyes (quickly) to the other party and set off from the park in a nice warm car (which is usually a bad thing, most days). We were comparing it to the day we visited Typhoon Lagoon two years ago, when it absolutely poured and it was such a vivid memory as the traffic was horrendously bad and took forever to get home. Then we ended up on Same road as typhoon lagoon, dun dun DUN! No delays this time around though, which was good.

Now Tuesday is Kids Eat Free at Miller's Alehouse and we had pre-arranged to all go there tonight, well except that I forgot that our lunch was so late at Hollywood, which meant we had not long eaten. So we dropped my mum and dad off at their hotel and said that we'd see how we felt about dinner later on. For the past few days Id been scouring the internet look for a laptop to replace the absolute dinosaur of a machine that I brought with me. The prices in general were pretty terrific, so I'd narrowed down a few from Best Buy and we made a plan to go pick one up. We got to the shop, where we were instantly set upon by a server asking what I was looking for, I explained the particular model, and she showed them to me. She then asked what it was for and I explained it was for internet and some photo editing. She then directed me towards some laptops at double the price, saying that these ones had touchscreen and had a better processor (it actually had the same processor, but I let it go). I mean don’t get me wrong she was pleasant enough, but don’t try and sell people Office by calling it 'Microsoft' - you either don’t know your stuff or that’s just a sales tactic to trip anyone up who doesn't know any better. I got the feeling it was the later after the hard sell on everything else, which is just plain wrong.

The thing is I wasn't planning to buy a laptop over here but after seeing the prices thought it would be good idea, but I really didn't want to spend a lot on it. To put it in perspective, the one I was looking at was $449 - the same spec machine in PC World back home was 500 quid! I don’t think the assistant really knew what she was talking about in all fairness, though it didn't help with Ann calling Lightroom, LIGHTNING ROOM! Haha, it was like that sketch from The Interns where Vince Vaughn kept saying 'On The Line' instead of Online. Wee soul :P

Going out to the Mall we got stuck in traffic, which meant that going for dinner was definitely out for us. Werent particularly hunger still, so just picked up some snacks, on the way home. When I unpacked and set up the laptop (it took a while to download and install Lightning Room ;) but I was more than impressed. Example - on the first night it took over 4hrs to download around 500 images from a 16Gb memory card. This laptop took less than 10 minutes to do the same. It actually seems to run faster than my Mac at home, so might need to look into a wee upgrade in the near future. On a complete unrelated note, Ann is  the most beautiful-est, prettiest girl in all the seven kingdoms... ;) 

To round off today, here’s our first wee family pic from Memory Maker taken this afternoon (when it was still sunny :)