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Hi! Could you give meet uglies and cutes that takes place in public transport?
Hi, sure :)
Meet Cutes/Uglies: Public Transport Edition
the only place for their luggage on the train is the overhead bin and they struggle so much that someone gets up to help them
one of them has a ticket that allows another person to ride with them, so they invite a random stranger to use their ticket, requirement for this is that they have to stay together for the whole ride
an engine failure is the reason why a 100 people get stranded at a little train station in the middle of nowhere, all trying to find their way home
sitting next to each other on a long bus/train ride and starting to talk about anything and everything
the train has a two hour delay and they start to bond over their annoyance
it's rush hour, the bus is completely full and the only way to not fall is to cling to the person closest to them
sharing a taxi, because they need to go to the same place
calling the conductor on the train, because the other one is sitting on the seat they booked and doesn’t want to move
there is nothing worse on a train, then when someone close by starts to make really loud phone calls for hours on end, talking about private issues without shame
it's their first time on a ferry, but it's the only way to get to the other city and sorry to the other passengers, but they get incredibly sea sick
almost as bad is when the person next to them starts unpacking their food and it's probably yummy, but it smells a lot and they will tell them that
the rails are being repaired, so they have to use rail replacement buses to get to the next train station, but they have to work together to find out how to get there because there are no signs and nothing makes any kind of sense
when the bus makes a sharp turn they suddenly find themself on the lap of a stranger
their seat neighbour is watching a Netflix show with subtitles, so they start to watch too and get invested
I'm using public transport daily and I have a love/hate relationship with it. I've just come back from a trip where the train was late for 2 hours and there was no AC at over 30 degrees. Still love to have the option to just go anywhere without having to use cars.
- Jana
PS: Schienenersatzverkehrshaltestellen (rail replacement coach stops) in Germany are notorious for being difficult to find and hard to navigate. I definitely met other frustated and lost people like that before.
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Bus buddy - Jeff the killer x reader - oneshot
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You weren't sure how this routine had started, but every night after your shift at work, you would get onto your usual bus, greet your usual driver, and sit across from your usual bus buddy. He wasn’t really your buddy but he had been there long enough to not be scary anymore.
When you first saw him, you had frozen for the entire trip back to your stop, unable to keep your eyes off him. he was very imposing, tall with long black hair peeking out from under his hood. Now you felt comfortable enough to sleep, just as you used to before his arrival, his knuckles knocking against your knee when your stop came up, you would thank him, yawning as you did, and hop off the bus.
This little routine had just kinda happened, after one night, he seemed particularly grumpy, his arms crossed as his leg bounced rapidly on the metal flooring. You tilted your head at him as you went to sit across from him like usual, looking down at the two cake pops you had taken from work.
You took one out, and held it out to him, smiling as he glanced between it and you. “thanks” he muttered as he gently took it, pulling out the bottom of his facemask to eat it. You just smiled and nodded, taking your cake pop out and beginning to nibble on it, humming quietly as you waited for the 30-minute trip back to your bus stop to end. He was much less grumpy by the time you hopped off, giving him a shy wave as you felt his eyes on you. He waved back, just as shy, continuing to watch you as you walked back to our apartment complex.
And then one night, maybe only a couple days after you offered the cake pop; you had fallen asleep after a particularly hard shift, arms and leg crossed as your head pressed back against the cool window glass. You felt his knuckles knock on your knee and you jolted awake, not expecting the touch “your stop” he whispered as he leaned back in his seat, looking out the window as you quickly stood and got off the bus, thanking the driver for stopping even if you hadn’t pulled the line. He just gave a knowing smile and drove off. This continued, every night when you fell asleep after a tough shift, you would wake up at your stop to your bus buddy's knuckles against your knee, after a while he stopped telling you it was your stop, you already knew why he was waking you up.
You would thank him, thank the driver, and go home. Then one night you decided to fake being asleep, cracking open one of your eyes to see your buddy reaching up as the bus was driving up to your stop, pulling the chord to make sure you would make it. You smiled behind your hoodie, so this entire time he had been calling for your stop eh? Adorable.
The next night, you brought him a drink, you didn’t know what he liked but since he seemed to like the chocolate cake pop you gave him, you made him an iced mocha. He looked very surprised to see you holding it in front of his face, glancing between it and you before he took it. You couldn’t help but giggle as he groaned at the first sip, not knowing he hadn’t had a good coffee in a handful of months.
You could see his cheeks turn pink below his mask as he glanced away, muttering a very quiet ‘thank you’ as you giggled. You curled up in your seat, happy your 1 am bus rides never had anyone but you, your buddy, the driver, and the rare one or two other bus goers.
A few months into this routine, it was a busy night, and for once; the bus was packed. You quickly snatched your usual spot, curling in on yourself to avoid getting squished or stepped on, frowning as you saw this scrawny-looking dude with a very wiry beard staring at you, his eyes dark. You glanced away as quickly as you could, sighing in relief as your buddy plopped down next to you. You practically leaned into him, subtly pointing at the creepy dude when he glanced at you, his brows furrowed underneath his sunglasses. He just nodded when he spotted him, lifting his arm to rest behind your shoulders; practically inviting you to squish yourself into him. Which you did, and he repositioned his arm to graze your shoulder, keeping his eyes on the dude; who finally looked away. “Thank you” you whispered, and your buddy nodded, keeping his arm around you till you got to your stop. But this time he followed you off, noticing the dude from before had gotten up as well, and your buddy knew damn well this wasn’t creepy dudes stop.
“He tried to follow didn’t he?” you muttered as you stood at the bus stop, having caught the creepy dude's eye as you stepped off the bus. Your buddy nodded and you slumped slightly with a sigh full of stress. “Awesome~…thank you again, dunno what would’ve happened if you hadn’t followed…what kinda cake pop do you like? I know I brought you the chocolate one but like-any particular flavor?”
You started to walk, your buddy following close behind as you walked home, and you never felt safer than with him by your side “I like strawberry?” he said it like a question, as if he didn’t really know, his voice raspy and deep. You beamed, you loved making the strawberry cake pops! “Strawberry it is! I'll get you an extra one too, oh-here's me! Again, thank you so much-“ you realized you didn’t know his name, and he seemed to realize this as well.
“Jeff” he muttered, leaning on one foot and kicking the ground with the other as if he was nervous for you to know him on that level. But you just smiled and tilted your head, happy to finally know your bus buddy's name “Thank you Jeff, I’ll see you later?”
He nodded, waiting until you had entered your building to turn on his heel and get back on the bus, his stop wasn’t another for another half hour, near the forest. The next day, you happily made an extra set of cake pops, bringing a small iced mocha to bring along as extra thanks. You hopped into the bus and sat next to Jeff this time, holding out the bag of cake pops and his iced mocha. You saw the corners of his eyes crinkle in a smile and you giggled, pushing the items into his hands and curling up next to him, taking out your usual sketchbook and turning on your usual ‘bus ride’ YouTube videos as Jeff dug into his snacks.
You could feel yourself nodding off, and you struggled to stay awake; since you didn’t want to just-fall asleep on Jeff, you had JUST gotten his name. you didn’t need to drool on his shoulder. But you lost the battle, head conking back on the window, unaware as Jeff gently moved your head to rest on his shoulder, slumping slightly so he was more comfortable for you, carefully eating and drinking your gifts.
Like usual, he knocked his knuckles on your knee when your stop came around, and you jolted awake like usual; squeaking out a thank you and an apology for sleeping on his shoulder, not hearing his chuckle as you raced off, cheeks flaring to life. ‘he smelled really nice’ you thought, patting your cheeks to get your normal thought process back. But he really did, like a forest, metal, really nice cologne (that kinda spicy kind? You didn’t know but god you loved it) and something else you couldn’t put your finger on.
It wasn’t until got home, fell into your bed, and inhaled into your pillow that you realized what that last scent was. Coffee….mf had picked up one of your scents cuz you hung around each other every damn night. You giggled into your pillow, fuck did you have a crush on your bus buddy? Honestly, how could you not? He seemed-so nice, like he carefully woke you up every time you fell asleep, protected you when creepy guys tried to follow you-and fuck he just had-those vibes you know?
“fuck” you laughed, scratching the back of your head. you had a fucking crush on your bus buddy. You wondered if you would ever tell him, you really had only just gotten his name, so telling him now would be, just, so awkward. You sighed, turning over in bed and spreading out, staring up at the ceiling.
“fuck-I don’t think he knows my name” you snorted; you were a dumbass. This routine continued, though now you sat next to him instead of across, bringing him cake pops, coffee, muffins, croissants, anything fresh you had made before you left. And he always thanked you quietly, enjoying your gifts as you shared the bus for the next 30 mins until you would either fall asleep and awaken to his knuckles on your knee, or until you hopped off the bus; always waving him and the driver goodbye.
Then one day, Jeff wasn’t there, and your usual bus driver wasn’t there, it was a random new dude. You had asked where Duke was but the new dude didn’t give an answer, just blinking at you. You sighed, sitting down in your old spot and curling up, turning on something that would hopefully keep you awake since you didn’t have your alarm clock with you this time. But you nodded off anyway, you were just so tired. And ended up much farther than you should’ve been “Lady!” you woke up to the new driver, glaring back at you, the bus doors open “end of the line.” You swallowed harshly; shit-you had slept way past your stop. You carefully stood and walked off, curling into yourself as you stood at the abandoned-looking bus stop.
It was right near the forest, the forest that had been forbidden to enter by the state; too many disappearances. “what in the fuck have I gotten myself into” you muttered, pulling out your phone and opening the map, entering your apartment address to slowly started making your way back. Since you did NOT want to wait until the next bus came along, and that wasn’t for another 30 minutes. You took out your pepper spray as well, clutching it tightly in your hand as you made your way back home; which until you made it to a ‘safe’ bus stop, was going to be a long walk.
You shivered as you walked away from the forest, feeling what felt like hundreds of eyes on you. You heard a pitched whistle and you cursed, looking over your shoulder to see three guys, all varying in height and appearance, whistling at you, making clicking sounds with their tongues “come on back mommy~ we just wanna talk!” “yeah come on~ a beauty like you just can't be left alone~” you clutched onto the spray, continuing to speed walk away from them and the forest. “bitch, you come back here!” you heard someone running up behind you and you bolted, yelping as you felt something almost grab your bag.
You continued to run, panic setting into your bones as you ran for your life, heart beating harshly against your chest “really picked the best night to fall asleep” you muttered, nearly screaming as you were tugged into an alleyway, suddenly held taught to a firm chest. You struggled against the form until you caught their scent. Forest, metal, sharp cologne, and coffee. Jeff. You sobbed with intense relief, relaxing against him as he held you tight “Jeff” you whispered, one of his hands moving up to cradle your head, forcing it against his shoulder.
The three men ran past the alleyway Jeff had pulled you into, and then Jeff carefully pushed you back, leaning out of the alley to double-check. He sighed, gruff and annoyed “fuckers” he grumbled, looking back at you and holding your shoulders “what in the hell are you doing out here? pretty sure your stop is a half-hour back that way?” you pouted, crossing your arms “…you fell asleep didn't you?” you rolled your eyes and went to leave the alleyway, Jeff holding you tight so you didn’t.
 You groaned, crossing our arms and looking away. “i-fuck I’ve gotten used to you waking me up, plus there was this new driver, who was an asshole by the way, and I just-…yeah” Jeff let out a quiet snort, holding his hands up in defense as you smacked him “shut up! It’s not funny” “kinda is” Jeff countered, leaning out the alley to check on the men again before looking back at you “come on, I’ll walk you home, buses are called for the night” you groaned, so you would’ve had to walk home anyway! Fucking great.
“please” you muttered, staying close to Jeff as he led you out of the alley and started escorting you back home. It was mostly quiet, you never talked much even on the bus, but you felt so much better with Jeff at your side. “you know, I realized something” you muttered and Jeff hummed, turning his head to look at you, letting you know he was listening “I never told you my name”
Jeff chuckled, shaking his head, his black hair falling in front of his sunglasses (why was he wearing sunglasses this late at night? Why hadn’t you questioned this before?) “uh-no, no you haven’t, I also haven’t asked” you rolled your eyes, swinging your hands slightly as you walked. That was both funny, and rude; so you shut up, waiting to see how Jeff would continue “…so, what is your name?” Jeff finally said, not wanting to deal with the awkward tension anymore.
“(y/n), my name is (y/n)” Jeff nodded, hands shoving into his pockets “(y/n)…” he said, as if testing your name on his tongue “…you have a nice name” you beamed, bumping into Jeff slightly “thank you, you do too.” he chuckled at your compliment, looking over his shoulder for a moment. You were about to do the same but his hand came up and pushed you to look forward. “Don’t, it's nothing” he muttered, continuing to lead you down the street, and you didn’t look again. You trusted him, you didn’t know why and honestly you probably shouldn’t as much as you did; but you trusted him.
Nearly an hour later, you made it home, sighing in relief as your key slid into the front gate. You turned to Jeff, who stood a few feet away, looking both ways for anyone that would be a threat. “Do you live in that area?” you asked, opening the gate and stepping halfway inside. Jeff nodded “that’s-that’s a long way from here with no bus…do-do you want to stay the night?” Jeff’s head snapped around to stare at you, shocked. “i-I mean it’s like” you checked your phone “three am now, it’ll be like five by the time you get back to that part of town. Kinda-not worth it to walk back?” you waited in silence for Jeff’s answer, tapping your fingers nervously on the gate as he continued to stare at you.
“uh-are-are you sure? I mean-we just learned each other’s names?” Jeff asked awkwardly, crossing his arms and scrunching in on himself, very confused about why you would willingly let someone into your apartment, of who you barely knew. You smiled, nodding into the complex and Jeff sighed “…okay, im tired as shit and I don’t wanna walk back” he muttered, walking into the complex and you followed close behind.
Soon he was standing in the middle of your living room, shoes by the door and staring down at your pulled-out couch-bed. Was he actually going to do this? He could easily take his knife and kill you right now, do the whole ‘go to sleep’ routine. But…he, didn’t want to? He didn’t know how but you had grabbed onto his heart, cracked it open, jumped inside, and superglued it shut.
Maybe it was the coffee? You made some damn good coffee, the best he had since…well ever. He made shit coffee himself, and no one at the mansion knew how to make it either, well-good make it at least. “what the fuck am I thinking?” Jeff groaned, sitting down on the pullout bed and taking off his face coverings, setting the items on the coffee table in front of him, and rubbing his face. “what have I gotten myself into?” he laughed gently, staring off into space as laid back on the bed.
He had gone out of his way multiple times now to make sure you got home safe, and every night he made sure you were awake for your stop. He had no idea why he had been compelled to do so, he remembered the first time he did it; it had been obviously been a hard night for you, since you had fallen asleep straight away after getting on the bus. And Jeff had felt…worried? You wouldn’t get off on your stop, so he pulled the chord and woke you up, at the time he reasoned with himself that it was to thank you for the cake pop. That day had been very frustrating for him, he had been pulled around like a puppet for slender, all on a wild goose chase for a fucking file that didn’t even matter in the end.
He thinks that was the day he decided not to kill you, that one moment of kindness probably saved your life and you never even knew. He sat up when he heard a loud gasp from the hallway next to him, whirling around to see you; wide-eyed. “oh holy shit” you muttered, staring at him in….awe? he could see the waning fear though, but…it was disappearing? “you- you’re Jeff the…wow I’m stupid aren’t I?” you laughed, curling in on yourself, mostly in an attempt to hide your body, wearing only a tank top and sleep shorts.
Jeff stared at you for a moment, getting caught on your thighs before he looked into your eyes, your very pretty eyes (as he had noted a long time ago). “uh…you-you’re not, scared?” he asked, voice raspy and deep like always, not daring to move so he didn’t scare you. You paused, then shook your head. Now Jeff was just, very confused.
“well, it's been what? seven months since we first rode together? And-well, you haven’t made any type of movement or-done anything to make me scared of you.“ you were rambling, but-Jeff had never heard you talk this much…and-he liked it, your voice. “You’ve walked me home twice now; you’ve woken me up pretty much every time in the gentlest way you could. I-..i dunno” you leaned on one foot, staring down at your floor. “you just…never gave me a reason to? And-if you were gonna kill me, I think would’ve done it by now?”
Jeff just chuckled, nodding a bit “yeah I uh…um…not gonna do that…I’d rather not lose my bus buddy” you giggled at that, covering your face “what?” Jeff asked, slowly getting to his feet, tilting his head “that’s-*snort* that’s what I called you till I learned your name~” you snorted, looking at him with those pretty eyes. He smiled, a real one, chuckling at you.  
“we’re both idiots huh?” Jeff joked, sitting back down on the pulled-out bed as you nodded, still giggling. “Go to sleep, I’ll be out before you wake up.” You were still giggling as you nodded, going into your kitchen to grab the drink you had been craving and passing him again to go back to your room “goodnight Jeff”
“night (y/n)” he muttered, sighing as he fell back against the messy sheets, rubbing his face. What had he gotten himself into? Him, a serial killer who wasn’t exactly human anymore, falling in love with a human. There was nothing else that harsh beating in his chest could’ve been, that fluttering in his gut when he saw you, the way his entire body felt lighter than air when you laughed. “shit” he was in love, in love with a girl who would probably never love him back because of who he was and what he did.
He had no shot.
Meanwhile, you were in your room, clutching a pillow to your chest. A serial killer, that’s who he was, Jeff the fucking killer. The dude you have been crushing hard on was a murderer. You should’ve felt awful, should’ve been calling the freaking police! I mean-he hurt people, on purpose, he killed people…and yet-oh and yet. You couldn’t deny the flush of your cheeks when you finally saw his face, the flutter of your heart at his bright blue eyes, the rapid beat of your heat when he smiled or laughed. You had fallen in love with a freakin’ murderer…and fuck your morals must’ve been shot out the window when you took on a retail job but g’damn, you don’t care.
Now how in the hell were you ever going to tell him? and if you ever did tell him, how would he react? Would it set him off? Would he laugh at you, because how in the hell could you think a murderer would ever have romantic feelings for someone? You sighed, flopping back on your bed, and staring up at your ceiling. You were fucked.
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The routine continued on like normal after that, you would join Jeff on the bus, sit next to him, offer him a coffee and warm snacks, and Jeff would take them, carefully pulling his mask down to eat whatever you brought him, his pale skin peeking out as he leaned back against the seat. You would still fall asleep after tough shifts, though more often you slumped against his shoulder instead of against the window and then he would move you to his shoulder. His knuckles would still knock against your knee, sometimes he would stay the night when he didn’t feel like going all the way back towards the end of town.
You didn’t ask about what he did, and he was thankful for that; you didn’t need to know his ‘job’. Soon enough though, he started showing up around the end of your shift, getting a small cup of coffee while he waited for you. And it made your heart flutter, he could easily get onto the bus at his usual time and greet you when you got on, but he was going out of his way to get to you early so he could be with you while you waited for the bus. You always greeted him with a smile and a strawberry turnover, closing up for the night and saying goodbye to your coworkers (who were giggling at your obvious crush on Jeff, though he didn’t seem to realize).
Sometimes you would invite him to stay another night, sometimes he would walk right in, and other times he would shake his head, pointing behind his shoulder at nothing, and say; “work” you would nod, bid him goodnight and go up to your apartment, watching him walk down the street from one of the outside hallways.
One night, you were (for once) sleeping on your day off, happy to finally sleep in since you didn’t have work the next day; when you heard a bang at your apartment door. You jolted awake, stumbling towards the front door as someone knocked on it. You looked through the peephole, sighing in relief as you saw Jeff’s hoodie. It had a few odd stains but, your sleep-dead brain ignored them. You sleepily opened the door and looked at Jeff, who frowned at your face.
“hmm?” you blinked at him, wondering what he wanted. He stepped inside, gently closing the door behind him “Did I wake you up?” he whispered, letting his hood fall and taking off his facial covering. You nodded, rubbing your face after you set down your bat (when did you pick that up?) “yeah” you muttered, sniffing slightly as Jeff cupped your cheek, leaning into his callused palm. “day off, sleepin’ for once” you let out a yawn, Jeff chuckling at the action.
“c’mon” he muttered, picking you up with surprising ease. You turned to mush in his arms, practically purring at the warmth radiating from him; god he was like a furnace, perfect for your freezing apartment. He set you down on your bed, caressing your soft cheek with his bruised knuckles, and smiled “go to sleep” he whispered, tossing your blankets over your limp body and turning on his heel to go back to the living room, fighting every bone in his body to turn around and fall asleep next to you.
He stopped when his wrist was caught by a smaller hand, turning back to see you, pouting up at him “stay” your sleep-muddled brain said, trying to tug Jeff into your bed. You wanted the walking heat pack to be next to you in your freezing king-sized bed, you wanted the pretty walking heat pack to cuddle with.
“wha’?” Jeff laughed, stepping back towards you and leaning over your sleepy body that had no coherent thoughts running through it. “you’re delirious” he teased, gasping when your soft hands curled around his cheeks, your thumb tracing his extended smile “an’ you’re pretty, so pretty, beat Ryan Reynolds in all the competition” you slurred, giggling as Jeff’s face turned very warm under your fingers. “I’m pretty?” his voice cracked as he spoke, a whisper of disbelief as he leaned closer to your face, his eyes crinkling in a smile as you giggled sleepily and nodded, looking right into his bright blue eyes.
“so pretty, the prettiest, beautiful” Jeff felt like he was going to cry, no one had ever truthfully called him beautiful since before his turn, and sleep was the best truth serum. You were speaking from your heart, not an ounce of lies poisoning your lips. Jeff let out a garbled response, unable to speak through the pit in his throat. You giggled again, easily tugging him down to lay on top of you, inhaling his sharp scent. You continued to mutter compliments and praise to Jeff, unknowing of the tears slipping down his cheeks as he felt truly loved for the first time in…shit 11 years?
He kicked his shoes off with great struggle, pushed out of your arms long enough to shrug off his stained hoodie (he would definitely be cleaning that up before you saw what was on it), and settled next to you, his face pushed into one of your extra pillows as you hummed happily and snuggled into him, still giggling as he wrapped his arms around you and squeezed you tight. “how in the hell did you do this?” Jeff whispered, waiting until you were long asleep to talk. “how in the hell did you make me fall in love with you?” you just hummed in your sleep, pushing your cheek against his clothed chest.
Jeff sighed, curling around you, his chapped lips pressed against your head. “dammit. I love you” you continued to sleep, unknowing of Jeff’s feelings for you. you woke up in his arms, around 6 am since that’s when your body woke you up. You looked up to see Jeff buried into your pillow, snoring lightly as his arms squeezed you lightly.
You felt your cheeks flush and you wiggled out of his arms, carefully going into your kitchen and starting breakfast. My god you were making a serial killer breakfast…you giggled, covering your face with your hand as you leaned against your window island. You were fucking smitten for him; you were so doomed.
“(y/n)?” Jeff’s raspy morning voice echoed out from your hallway, sleepily rubbing his face as he stepped into your kitchen. “what are you…are you-?” he couldn’t even finish his sentence, the best-smelling food he had ever seen laying out in front of him on the window island. You smiled, gesturing for him to dig in as you pile don the last two pieces of French toast onto your plate. Jeff blinked once, twice, and then went to sit down next to you, spreading butter and syrup on his French toast before taking a bite, groaning at the wonderful melody of sweet and savory.
You ate quietly, shoulder to shoulder, Jeff’s leg bouncing slightly as he bobbed his head to muted music, happily indulging in your food. It was…domestic, quiet, nice. Jeff liked that, the mansion was constant chaos, even when Slender commanded quiet, someone was always making it loud (yes sometimes that someone was him, no shame; he was an asshole). But-he found he liked the quiet domestic life you had, you woke up early, made your food, would get showered, do any chores you needed to do before work, go to work, close, eat dinner, sleep and repeat.
It was repetitive, but in a way that contrasted Jeff nicely; while he had a roof over his head every night, he never knew what he was going to do the next day, every moment was unplanned, which was sometimes anxiety-inducing. What he didn’t know, was that he provided a sense of, variety, in your life. You had begun to get bored of your routine, Jeff added that spice you needed. You both added something to each other’s lives that you had been desperately wanting, and didn’t even know you had wanted it.
This new routine continued, Jeff would sleep over more often or not, tossing his stained clothes into your washer, tossing a new set of clothes on that he brought in a backpack, and sleep with you in his arms. (soon enough he had a whole drawer for his clothes, even a few extra knives stowed away). The times he stayed for the entire night and then some, he would escort you to work, give you a hug, and then later that night he would escort you home, following you off the bus and into your apartment.
Of course, there would be nights he would either show up late, not show up at all, or be absent from the bus. You knew he essentially led a double life with you, after all he was a serial killer (who was more of a hitman); he couldn’t spend every night with you. But it was almost as if he had moved in, you even made him a spare key. You liked it, while you lived in a pretty secure neighborhood/apartment complex, you still had many anxieties about just-…living honestly, you were a grown woman living on her own. You’d heard horror stories about break-ins in what seemed like the safest place in the world.
Now you had a horror story living with you, and you’ve never felt safer.
But it seems not everyone got the message that you were under Jeff’s care. You woke up one night, on your day off, to the feeling of eyes. And they weren’t Jeff’s. Jeff’s eyes felt warm and curious, these felt…still curious, but cold. Calculating. As if they were sizing you up. You carefully moved your hand to grab onto Jeff’s switchblade he had hidden under his pillow, then whipped it out as a shadow jumped at you, you screamed as you arched it around and against the shadow's face, the sharp blade catching in the revealed man’s white mask.
He cursed, some of the blade had gotten his cheek and he stumbled away from you, holding the injured area. You stood as quickly as you could, bolting out of your room to get out of your apartment, maybe find another one of Jeff’s hidden knives, one that could do more damage. But you felt burly arms wrap around your waist and a cloth around your mouth. You struggled, you kicked, you screamed, and you stabbed the knife into the man's thigh.
He grunted in pain, but simply curled his arm around your throat and squeezed. You could feel yourself passing out, both from the chokehold and the chemically soaked cloth that blocked your airways. You cried out as best you could, only coming out as a choked squeak. “-eff” you coughed out, your world fading to black as you passed out in the man's arms.
-
Only a few hours later, it was still dark outside, barely 4am, Jeff came ‘home’. He had started mentally referring to your newly shared space as such, he didn’t remember when he started to, but it filled his chest with that warmth he had been missing for years now. His heart dropped when he saw the door cracked open, you never left it open. Under any circumstance. He pushed open the door, quietly, his breathing almost non-existent as he stalked into the home. He looked for any signs of life, nothing. your apartment was void of human life.
He stepped further inside, taking out his trusty knife and sweeping through the home, breath getting heavy as he saw no sign of you. “shit, shit shit shit” he muttered, the pathway from the door to your room was a mess, nearly everything knocked over and-shit-blood. “Jeffery?” Jeff whirled around, glad he kept his mask on as he looked at Ms. Ruth, your very kind neighbor. She looked frightened, wringing her thin hands together in worry “my boy, someone took her. An hour ago, she-she was screaming, she sounded so scared”
Jeff couldn’t breathe, he couldn’t move. Someone took you. Someone took you. “fuck, fuck fuck fuck!” Jeff cursed, his knife tight in his grip, batting the side of his head with the palm of his head “SHIT!” he looked back at Ruth, eyes wide with panicked tears in his eyes “Did-did you see what they looked like? Any defining features!?” the old woman nodded; her hands taught to her chest as she tried to remember what the man looked like.
“um, large, in both stature and figure, a-a tan jacket? Oh, and a white mask that had feminine features I think, yes-yes” Jeff felt a bubbling rage flow from his gut and throughout his body. “Tim.” He growled, marching towards Ruth and out of your apartment, closing and locking the door behind him before storming down the stairs. “Be careful dear! And bring her back safe!” Jeff gave Ruth a thumbs up from behind his shoulder and raced out of the apartment complex, running towards the forest with inhuman speed.
Tim had no fucking business in his personal life, in fact no one did. How fucking dare they.
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You woke up with a raging headache, your hands tied tight behind your back. You groaned, frowning as you realized you were gagged as well, a cloth tied around your head and between your teeth. ’mother fucker’ you mentally cursed, attempting to sit up and look around, jumping as the dark room you were in suddenly illuminated, the man from earlier standing in the doorway. “Well~ good morning beauty~! You ready to meet the boss?” he purred, picking you up by your elbows and dragging you out of the dark room.
You couldn’t protest, you could hardly struggle, tears in your eyes with the desperate hope that Jeff would somehow find you. Fear bolted you to the ground, letting this unknown man who had kidnapped you drag you through elegant halls and to a set of tall and ornate doors. He shoved you through and let you collapse against the polished floor, bowing his head to something above “here she is sir, as you requested.” You whimpered from behind the gag, struggling to look up to see a tall and thin figure, terror bolting through your chest as you saw it had no face.
‘what the fu-‘ you thought was cut by loud painful screeches of static, you silently screamed in agony, curling up on the floor as the being ripped through your mind. It searched through every nook and cranny, humming when it found Jeff. You didn’t know how long you spent on that floor, but soon enough you could feel your voice rip through the painful static, sobbing in between screeches of agony. “STOP, STOP YOU’RE HURTING HER!” you felt a familiar pair of arms wrap around you, that wonderful sharp scent flooding your senses. You sobbed into Jeff’s chest, wanting to throw your arms around him but they were still tied behind your back. You tried to say his name but you could only sob into your gag. You felt the gag and the ropes drop, the sides of your mouth sore from the harsh fabric. You tossed your arms around Jeff, feeling safe in his arms “Jeff” you whispered, voice horse and nearly gone from the screaming. He snarled, pissed to high heaven at his ‘boss’ and coworker “What in the fuck, did you do this for? She hasn’t done anything!” he stood, easily carrying you and holding you to his chest, your face hidden in his neck.
You heard that static again, quiet this time; no longer prying open your mind and its memories. “she wasn’t planning to do any of that! I've been around her for nearly a year now you fuck! if she was gonna turn me in, it would’ve happened months ago! And if I was going to fucking kill her, I would’ve done it as soon as I laid eyes on her! Fuck.off!”
You felt Jeff turn and storm out of the room, adjusting you in his arms so your face was fully pressed against his neck, his hoodie and neck blocking out your vision. “don’t look up, okay? Don’t look up.” You nodded, shallow and slow, sobs still pushing out your chest. You wrapped your arms around his neck, feeling millions of eyes on you. You felt that static again and Jeff turned, snapping his teeth “NO! Fuck you! I’m moving out, I’m done with your bullshit.”
He stormed out of the house, and into what you think was a forest? If the leaves crunching under his feet was any indication. “Jeff?” you asked weakly and he shushed you gently, his thumb rubbing against your shoulder “keep your head down (y/n), and don’t talk; lots of things see you as a snack out here” he muttered, and you nodded against his hoodie, shivering as the cold night air brushed against your uncovered legs, Jeff’s callused hand pressed tight against the inner part of your knee.
He glanced down at you, frowning as you shivered “fuck” he muttered, stupid fucking slender, stupid Tim, stupid Ben, if he could he would kill all of them. But he had no chance against slender, Tim’s death would only result in his, and Ben was already dead. But Ben had fucking ratted him out, so he guessed he could rough Ben up a bit at least. “let's get you home” he muttered and you nodded against his neck, gripping tightly to his hood.
Dawn was just barely breaking across the horizon when Jeff exited the forest, sitting down at the bus stop across the street, waiting for it to arrive. He spotted a few stragglers staring at you, lingering on your exposed skin; they quickly looked away when he glared right back, realizing who he was.
The bus finally rolled up and Jeff carried you inside, sitting in the back of the vehicle, glad the driver hadn’t even glanced at them. Finally, a half hour later, you were back home. He walked through the gates and raced up the stairs, opening your door with his hip and slamming it shut with his foot. He set you down on your couch, taking your fluffy blanket from the back and tossing it around you. “I’m gonna clean up, you just-stay there” Jeff muttered, patting your cheeks as you nodded numbly, watching as he moved about your messy apartment, cleaning up everything Tim had knocked over in his struggle to kidnap you.
You were fighting off sleep and glaring at sunlight by the time he was done. “c’mon” Jeff muttered, picking you up again and carrying you to your bedroom, setting you down and grabbing your phone from its charger. he turned on your favorite videos to zone out on and tugged off his shoes, collapsing next to you as you tugged him down, curling into his chest as he curled protectively around you “m’ sorry that happened” Jeff grumbled after a solid minute of silence, and you blinked away the tears. You had practically shut down on the way back, you didn’t want to speak, didn’t want to breathe too loudly, didn’t even want to blink. “but I promise, it won’t happen again.”
You nodded against him, breathing in his scent before something Jeff had said came crashing back into your mind “so…that’s where you lived?” you asked quietly, and Jeff nodded, his chin bumping against the top of your head “…and you’re moving out?” he nodded again, and that’s what bugged you, where was he going to move? Was he moving far away? Closer to you? Would you lose him or see him more often “where are you going to go?”
Jeff winced, biting his lip as he bounced his leg in thought. “I uh…I was kinda hopin’ you’d let me move in with you?” he made it sound like a question, not expecting you to sigh in relief and squeeze him tightly. “of course, half of your shit is here already” you joked, body finally relaxing after knowing Jeff wouldn’t be leaving again. “gotta key, sleep in here half the time, half my fridge has stuff fer you” you yawn, eyes fluttering shut as you soaked up Jeff’s warmth, feeling safe in his arms “practically moved in already”
Jeff chuckled, his previous anxieties floating away with your sleepy words, he kisses the top of your head, flushing when he realized you were still awake and very much felt that. Your curious, pretty, eyes looking up at him in shock “i-i-um…thanks” Jeff muttered, squeezing your arm in thanks before he felt your breath ghost across his lips. He stared into your pretty, pretty eyes, wordlessly telling him to do that again, but for real.
His breath stopped for a moment, then he kissed you. But-fuck. ‘then he kissed you’ was just- a bad way to say what he did. What he really did was melt into you, lips burning adoration into yours like you were the only person in the universe. You melt back into him, fingers curling into his dark locks and pushing him into you, moving up and over him as you kissed in the growing sunlight that slowly filled your room.
Your hands dive down from his hair, firmly resting on his chest, feeling the scarred tissue beneath as his hands gripped your hips, licking at your bottom lip as he tilted his head to deepen the kiss. You finally pulled away as you gasped for air, face flushed as you watched Jeff do the same, swallowing harshly as he took deep breaths “you don’t know how long I've been wanting to do that” you whispered, leaning back down; only inches away from his scarred lips.
Jeff smiled, cupping your face and bringing you so close, your lips brushing together as he talked “and you don’t know how long I’ve been watching you” you giggled, you had a feeling he had seen you long before you had first seen him on the bus, but the fear of that had long left you. He was too far in love with you to ever hurt you in such a way.
“I love you” you whispered, and for the first time, you saw a humanoid blue screen. Jeff’s entire face turned red and he quickly buried it in your neck, pulling you into him so quickly that you hardly had time to laugh at his cherry-red face. “I love you too” he grumbled into your chest and you giggled loudly, pulling his face up; squishing his cheeks between your palms.
“you’re so cute Jeff” you teased, squealing as Jeff titled you to the side, switching places with you as you weakly fought against him, giggling as he returned the favor, squishing your cheeks with his fingers. You kept giggling as he leaned down and kissed you again, pouring all the pushed-down feelings into it. The next day, everything he wanted from his old room at his boss’ place was moved into your apartment, so you had a lot more knives stashed away, a whole array of dark clothing in your dresser and closet, several pairs of men's shoes by your door, and a lot more items to clean blood off clothes.
It was weird, but it worked. Who knew your bus buddy would become so much more? Not that you were complaining, not at all.
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Idk I just-saw a cute prompt, and I was like ‘I HAVE TO WRITE A JEFF ONE WITH IT’ so I did~…hope yall liked it~ kthxbye~
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selene-and-the-cold · 7 months
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A person dragging themselves to a date despite having caught a bad cold. They dope themselves with lots of of DayQuil and energy drinks, hell they even buy concealer to make the pink in their cheeks and around their nostril less visible.
It's all in vain, though, because their date is not coming. After spending 45 minutes waiting at their reserved table, head whipping to the door whenever a new person enters the restaurant only to be disappointed, they finally give up and trudge to the bar. Shoulders slumped, head pounding and concealer slipping from damp nostrils, they sit at the bar, elbows propped up, face hidden in their hands. Stifling a set of messy sneezes.
Fortunately, the bartender has been watching the misery play out all evening and they know just the right remedy for colds and loneliness~
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sappy-detective · 1 year
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Meet-ugly where they live on the same dorm/apartment but the only time they see each other is on laundry day, where person A is wearing the most embarrassing outfits ever because, for some reason, the wait till there’s nothing else to wear to wash cloths. 
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Can you do #14 for the meet cutes?????
Hi, anon! Yes, I certainly can...
Send me a meet-cute and I'll write Klaine
14- They cover the small amount of change you are short on for a purchase.
Kurt is digging through his bag for those loose pennies he knows are in there. Likely sitting together at the very bottom laughing at him. It’s what he gets for picking up spare change in the parking lot of Lima Mall. He’s holding up the line and about to just give the cashier another dollar to cover the 17 cents of change. Apparently, it’s too much to ask to be able to pay exact change for his medium, iced, low-fat mocha. 
Seems like it’s just one of those days when everything goes to shit. 
It started this morning when Kurt literally fell out of bed. Tangled in his favorite fluffy blanket, which had twisted around his ankles in the middle of the night, he reached to shut off the blaring alarm clock, and instead of finding his hand on the nightstand to steady himself, he found himself flat on the hardwood floors of his bedroom. 
When he went downstairs, Carole and his dad had left just enough coffee in the pot for him. Despite it having sat for a good ten minutes, Kurt still managed to burn his tongue on it upon his first sip. Hence his want of an iced coffee this afternoon. No chance of being burnt. 
After scorching his taste buds, Kurt had gotten dressed in coveralls ready to head over to the garage—he offered to help out over spring break—when he noted a sticky note on the counter as he was grabbing his keys. 
Kurt, 
Take the day off, we got it covered
Dad
Slumped down on a bar stool, Kurt decided he might as well cook a decent breakfast. He had planned to grab whatever the garage had out before getting his hands dirty. Usually, someone got doughnuts or bagels. A breakfast sandwich sounded yummy. He started with an English muffin in the toaster, bacon in a pan, and cracked his eggs into another. 
When the toaster popped, the English muffin was a shade too dark and the bacon wasn’t crispy enough, but at least the eggs were cooked. 
With a deep sigh, Kurt put his plate away and went upstairs to change into some real clothes. He slid into his dark denim skinny jeans before bending down to tie his boots. The sound of ripping echoed off his walls. No, this wasn’t happening. A few inches long right down his leg exposing his lavender boxers. 
Trying to find a bright side to ripping his favorite jeans, Kurt decided he was in desperate need of a mall trip. That was how he’d spend the rest of his day. 
Now he was standing in line trying to pay for coffee before venturing off to find new jeans and couldn’t find any change. Seventeen cents. He found a nickel and dime easily but those last two pennies vanished. 
Just when Kurt’s about to hand over a dollar bill and apologize, the person behind him offers up a couple of pennies. 
“Thanks,” Kurt says, turning around. 
And oh my god…he swallows hard. 
The boy looks around his age, impeccably dressed in a blue polo and slightly darker colored chinos, boat shoes with no socks. Curly hair gelled down and bright hazel eyes filled with laughter. 
“Thought I’d give you my 2 cents.” 
And a dorky joke, who was he? And was he single? Because Kurt was ready to fall head over heels. 
The cashier interrupted with a cough and his receipt. She indicated Kurt could wait at the other end of the counter for his coffee. That was that, the beautiful boy behind him stepped up to order and Kurt was left to wait for his drink before disappearing into the ether. 
It’s not often Kurt hopes to be waiting on coffee but today he’d give anything for the barista to move a tad slower. He’s watching the cute boy hand over cash when Kurt’s order is set on the counter. 
Would it be weird to wait around for another minute or two just for the chance to talk to the boy again? 
Yes, it would be, Kurt decides. With one last look at the boy, Kurt walks back into the mall. 
He’s on a mission to find new jeans after all. In and out of stores, getting distracted by wonderful window displays, and an empty mocha a half-hour later but still no jeans. Where is a fashionable gay man in Ohio supposed to find decently priced but still sinfully delightful skinny jeans? Clearly, Kurt was going to have better luck thrifting than at their only shopping mall. 
Still, this store had a decent clearance section and Kurt Hummel was never one to turn down a sale. He checked his phone and it was almost lunchtime. Plenty of time to hit up a Goodwill or two before he needed to be home for dinner. 
As he scans the clearance racks, Kurt bumps into someone. 
“Oh sorry!” 
“Sorry!” 
When he looks up it’s the boy from the coffee line. 
“Hey, I know you,” Kurt blurts, “thanks for the two cents.” 
The boy chuckles, turning slightly pink in embarrassment.
“I’ve been that person digging for change, I hate feeling like I’m holding up a line so I thought I’d help you out.”
“I appreciate that,” Kurt says. 
“I’m Blaine by the way.” 
“Kurt.” 
“Nice to meet you.” 
They’re silent for a minute. It’s a tad awkward. 
“Sooo….” Blaine says, “if that corny line earlier didn’t scare you off, I’d love to get to know you better…over lunch perhaps.” 
Maybe Kurt’s luck was finally turning around. 
“I’d love that.” 
Together, they went to the food court.
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Abby meets Cassie’s favorite FNAF animatronic Roxy!
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hairmetal666 · 3 months
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Eddie's a mechanic, has a shop in Indy. It's only got two bays, but he owns it, he saved up the money, it's his. He runs it with Wayne, is building up a customer base. He loves it.
Within the year, a bakery opens up next door, separated from Eddie's shop by a narrow alley. He has a perfect view into the bakery's kitchen from the shop's office, and almost immediately catches a glimpse of the drop-dead gorgeous guy behind the mixing bowl. He's got sun-golden skin, swoopy brown hair, wide puppy dog eyes, the poutiest mouth, and a face dotted with freckles. Eddie gapes at him for a solid two-minutes, salivating over the bunch and pull of his muscles as he kneads a ball of dough. A wet dream come true.
Eddie's always sneaking glances at the shop next door, can't seem to keep his gaze off the most beautiful man he's ever seen. Over the next few months, he becomes familiar with this herd of kids that hang around the bakery at all hours. There's one, curly-haired and mouthy, who often makes the baker frown with his hands on his hips, but as soon as the boy walks away, the baker smiles all wide and fond.
It's a silly crush, no big deal. He has a weakness for brown-eyed pretty boys, so what? It's not like he's going to do anything crazy, like make a move.
It's past midnight, a few months after the bakery opens, and Eddie's in his little office, doing the monthly accounting. He's exhausted, tired of calculators and numbers, when a flash of light catches at the corner of his eye. He blinks a few times, sure it's the exhaustion setting in, but it doesn't go away.
Instead, there's a light on over at the bakery. It's a kitchen light, and the baker is standing at the stainless steel counter, looking unlike Eddie's ever seen. His hair is a soft wave, swooping onto his forehead. He wears grey sweatpants and a yellow sweatshirt. Tonight, his movements are less precise and practiced; he's slow and contemplative as he gathers ingredients and mixing bowls.
It's been long enough Eddie should look away, but he forgets that it isn't a dream, that he's actually watching the baker roll up his sleeves as he whisks. It's inevitable that, eventually, the baker catches Eddie staring. He just smiles, though, and waves. Eddie manages to return the greeting before awareness smacks him in the face, and he flees the office and the building in acute embarrassment.
They share waves after that. Smiles. Laughter once when Eddie's reading over an invoice and walking, smacks face-first into the doorframe. Eye rolls after the baker gets into an impassioned argument with the curly-haired boy, one that involves a copious amount of thrown flour.
They exchange waves and smiles and goofy expressions, and it shouldn't escalate further, but one day Eddie steps into the shop's waiting room to find the curly-haired boy sitting behind the reception desk, flipping through Eddie's new dnd guide.
"What." Eddie says.
"You," says the boy. He's pointing and glaring and Eddie is a little scared.
"Me?"
"You like dnd?"
He hopes his sigh of relief isn't audible. "Best DM this town has ever seen." He postures and smirks.
"Doubt it," the boy says.
Eddie lets out an offended squeak, dramatically smashes his hand over his heart. "Insulted! Maligned! In my own place of business! Oh!" He falls into a dramatic swoon.
The boy snickers. "I'm Dustin," he says.
"Eddie." They shake hands and Eddie does not laugh at how overly serious this is all is. "Sir Dustin, what brings you to my fine establishment?"
Dustin shrugs. "Steve."
"Steve?"
Dustin rolls his eyes. "The bakery."
"Oh," Eddie says. Steve. The baker is Steve.
He's having a little trouble breathing, sure he's done something wrong, a distinct feeling of doom settling on his shoulders. "Why?"
"He won't stop talking about the mechanic next door but refuses to introduce himself. Plus, I saw your D20 tattoo the other day."
Eddie's barely hearing him, reeling over the knowledge that Steve talks about him to his gaggle of children. He barely hears the rest of the conversation, but the next day Dustin shows up with the rest of the kids, Lucas, Mike, Max, El, Erica, Will.
They're loud, chaotic, wild, and somehow--before they leave--they've coerced him into running a one-shot for them. They come by in twos and threes for the rest of the week, eating all the snacks in the waiting room mini-fridge and talking at him and Wayne as they work.
It's Friday, it's sweltering, he's closing the shop for the night with the top of his coveralls hanging off hips, his sweat soaked undershirt tossed behind a tool chest. He steps into the waiting area and nearly jumps out of his skin to find a man there, holding a plastic container.
Steve.
"H--hi," he stutters. And fuck, he's shirtless. He's standing in front of Steve for the first time and his nipples are out. This is it, the moment he finally dies of embarrassment.
Steve's eyes are locked on Eddie's torso for a few seconds too long, cheeks flushing. He blinks, finally looking at Eddie's face. "I'm Steve. From the--the bakery next door?" He points. "I--uh--I wanted to stop by and apologize?"
"What?" Eddie asks. There's too much happening for him to keep up.
"Um, the kids?"
And Eddie can't fathom why he needs to apologize, can only stare at Steve in confused disbelief.
"It's just. They can be kind of a handful. I used to babysit Mike and the whole group of them started following me around, and--Anyway, I think Dustin took it upon himself to try to introduce us. I've been wondering where they keep disappearing off to, and Max told me today that they're here with you, and I thought I probably owed you an apology. You're trying to work and I know they can be a bunch of shitheads, and oh my god, I'm rambling, I really am turning into Robin, Jesus Christ."
Eddie is fucked. Oh he's so fucked. He's charmed, endeared, can't stop smiling at Steve who is somehow even more beautiful up close.
"I forgive you," Eddie says. "They're nice kids."
Steve lets out a hard breath. "They are, huh?" He smiles. "Don't let them hear you say that. You'll never get a moment's peace. And they shouldn't have been over here bothering you, anyway."
"It wasn't a bother. Though, they did eat all my snacks and swindle me into running a one-shot for them. Still not sure how that happened."
Steve laughs and his eyes crinkle at the corner. So fucked. So fucked. "I should've known that you play that game of theirs."
"Aw, not a dnd fan, Stevie?"
Steve blushes. "It's--there's a lot of math."
Eddie laughs, already knows he's never getting over this one. "You bake professionally."
"It's different?" Steve laughs. "Fine, fine! You got me, it's not my thing."
"Bet I could change your mind," Eddie says. He doesn't mean to be flirting, can't stop himself.
"I bet you could," Steve agrees. He moves his hand, like maybe he's going to run it through his swoop of hair, then seems to remember he's holding baked goods. "Oh, uh, please take these cupcakes as my apology for accidentally saddling you with my group of semi-feral children."
"You're already forgiven, but I'll never say no to a cupcake."
"You should stop by the shop tomorrow, then" Steve says. "On the house."
"You've already given me these." He wiggles the cupcakes in Steve's pretty face.
"I only save the free samples for the hottest customers." Steve does run a hand through his hair now, and it's dorky as fuck, but Eddie still feels like he's died and this is heaven. "See you tomorrow?"
Eddie can only nod as Steve backs out of the office with a cheeky little wave.
He goes to the bakery the next day, sure he just let his crush get away from him and imagined the entire interaction with Steve. Except, when he walks in, Steve smiles all big and pretty in his little blue apron, invites Eddie back to the kitchen.
And if they share their first kiss against the stainless steel countertops, it's between them, Wayne, and all the kids who spy on them from the shop's office window.
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Steve acts on instinct.
There’s this guy in all black walking in front of him, he’s too busy looking down at his phone to notice, but Steve doesn’t trust that lamppost. He’s been going for daily runs, he likes to keep it simple during the off-season, and that post has been getting more rickety every day. Now it’s swaying dangerously in the wind and he knows it’s about to tumble.
There’s no time to call out to the guy, so Steve just plows forward and tackles him out of the way.
They fall in a messy heap and Steve unfortunately lands heavily on top.
“Holy shit! What the— ugh!” The guy heaves in pain and Steve hurries to scramble off of him.
“Sorry, that post was about to fall on you, man. You alright?”
Pieces of grass stick to the guy’s long hair as he takes stock of Steve and what happened. With a labored breath, he surprisingly jokes, “Guess I’m lucky the best football tackler alive happened to be right behind me.”
It’s sarcastic as shit but Steve smiles with a tug of amusement as he offers his hand. “Baseball, actually.”
“You’re in the wrong league, man,” he lets Steve pull him to his feet and groans on the way up. “Well, nice to meet you, Baseball, you pack a hell of a first impression. I’m Eddie.”
Steve would appreciate his ability to joke so soon after taking a hit, but people are starting to gather around. There’s already phones pointed at them that probably caught the whole thing on camera. Steve’s used to public attention by now, knows the press is going to have a field day with this and he hates causing a scene, but he wants to make sure Eddie is okay.
“Just Steve is good. You wanna…? This way,” he gestures toward the sidewalk and thankfully, Eddie seems just as eager to get out of there too, shuffling next to Steve as they round the corner.
He’s wearing so much metal jewelry, it’s like a costume, the jingle jangle of his every step accentuating how shaken up he seems. They get far enough behind a building and Steve stops to have a real look at him and… well he’s interesting to look at.
It’s like he hopped off the album cover of an 80s rock band, or one of Steve’s Bon Jovi posters that he hid under his bed in high school. Way too much leather and way too much hair for the California sun, all disheveled with grass and dirt.
“You sure you’re okay? Here, you got a little…” Steve’s hand hovers until Eddie nods that it’s okay from him to pluck the grass from his hair and lightly brush the dust from his shoulders. Eddie watches him the whole time, his eyes big and dark, an intensity in them that Steve can’t quite read but he can feel. “Didn’t hit your head or anything, did you?”
Steve lowers his hands, stepping back a little when he realizes how close they are. Eddie’s eyes follow him, a slight quirk to his lips that makes Steve feel the heat of the sun a little warmer on his face.
“I’m touched by your concern, sweetheart, but my brain has been through worse damage than a little bump.”
Steve frowns at the ladder, but the first bit definitely makes him feel the heat. He’s admittedly a bit out of practice but he can still recognize a come on. One that he definitely invited with all the touching and indulgent looks.
Then Eddie starts profusely thanking him for the whole ordeal, asking to treat him somewhere nearby for lunch. It’s not that Steve doesn’t want to, he’s very interested actually, and thankful that out of all the jewelry Eddie’s sporting, there’s no wedding ring. That’s why he’s reluctant because he’s all sweaty at the moment. Not to mention, he didn’t finish his run yet.
“Surely saving my life was enough cardio,” Eddie jokes lightly and Steve snorts.
“I saved you from a minor concussion, maybe,” and okay he’s gotta accept now.
The place is small and unassuming, burgers and sodas type joint. Steve’s likely to be recognized there, which he doesn’t mind meeting fans in public just preferably not now, it might be jarring for Eddie.
He heads for the booth tucked in the back corner, the most private looking spot that Steve had his eyes on too. They get a round of sodas from the waitress and right away, Eddie starts thanking him again.
“I noticed that lamppost wobbling days ago,” Steve sparks a conversation instead of accepting any more thanks, “I was planning to let it fall on me so I could sue the shit out of the city.”
He’s pleasantly startled by the big cackle that gets out of Eddie, “Any chance to stick it to the man. I admire that.”
“‘Course I would’ve really stuck it to ‘em and donated it back to the community,” Steve adds.
“Giving the people’s money back to the people, imagine Big Brother’s horror. Noble guy.”
Eddie seems to bubble with contagious delight that doesn’t match his whole leather and chains thing at all, but it fits into the somewhat magic of him. It's a wonder to Steve.
“Do I know you from somewhere?” Eddie ventures, a glint of recognition in his eyes that Steve’s seen a thousand times. He doesn’t ping Eddie as much of a sports guy and he’s not vain enough to assume everyone knows who he is. Eddie’s probably seen him while flipping the channel past ESPN or something. Or maybe an ad for that Netflix thing he did documenting last year’s season.
“I think I’d definitely remember you.”
Steve didn’t mean it as a come-on, just that Eddie’s appearance really isn’t forgettable, but he can tell by the wicked little grin Eddie sports that it was taken as one. Steve likes that even better.
“Have you ever modeled, or anything? You’ve got the looks for it.”
Biting back a smile of his own, Steve shakes his head. “I bet you say that to everyone who saves your life.”
“None of them were half as good looking." That sounds concerning but Steve’s distracted by Eddie swirling his straw in his drink, regarding him with a long look. “Really though, I just feel like I’ve seen you before.”
Steve’s done a few covers of Sports Illustrated, but he doubts Eddie has ever picked up a copy of that, so he shrugs. “Must’ve been in your dreams.”
Eddie laughs softer this time. “You trying to sweep me off my feet or something?”
“Already did.” Steve leans back, enjoying the way Eddie’s eyes follow him.
Conversation sparks and it never really dies out. Eddie just grabs topics out of thin air, talking about the city and what they like to do and movies and his amazement that Steve knows all about D&D because he’s a nerd magnet. Eddie’s personality spills through everything he says like it can’t be contained. He’s talkative in a good way, not to a point where Steve can’t get a word in. He listens intently, has a way of putting all his attention onto Steve like he’s the most interesting person he’s ever spoken to.
It’s surprisingly easy to relax. Not because Eddie has a super calming presence or anything, his energy is just all-encompassing, it’s hard for Steve not to get sucked in and hang on to every word he says. It’s one of the rare times in public that he’s not hyper-aware of everyone around him and too paranoid of having a photo snapped and taken out of context to even enjoy himself.
That happens a lot, being one of the only professional athletes who’s open about his sexuality. The media is extremely invasive with his private life. If he’s seen with any guy friend, there’s a whole press storm about Steve Harrington’s “secret beau” within the hour. It’s ridiculous and he tries so hard to keep his lovelife under wraps that maybe he’s been neglecting it entirely, at least that’s what Robin says.
Of course, that’s when his phone lights up with a message from her. His heart sinks a little when he sees the title of the article she sent to him. He quickly shoots her a text and locks his phone without reading it.
“Everything alright?” Eddie notices the shift in Steve’s mood right away.
“Yeah just,” he sighs, bracing for the inevitable part when Eddie realizes Steve isn’t worth the hassle of all this, “Someone filmed us earlier and now it’s all over the press. I’m really sorry, I totally get it if—”
“Nah, don’t worry about it, it’s fine. I figured that would happen,” Eddie brushes it off, but Steve shakes his head.
“I don’t think you understand, it’s—”
“Wanna bet?” Eddie smirks for some reason, “I’m fine with it, I promise.”
He tosses a chip into his mouth and picks right back up with the story he was telling.
Steve is stunned for a moment, wary that maybe Eddie doesn’t fully grasp how deep this goes. But he stays there with Steve, seemingly thrilled to keep talking with him even when a family comes in and keeps staring their way, obviously building up the courage to come over and ask for a picture. Eddie’s acting like Steve’s the only person in the room and that’s enough to assure Steve that he’s really fine with it.
He’s so locked into Eddie, he barely registers when the older son from the family’s table finally wanders over and asks for a picture.
Steve is in the middle of wiping his face with a napkin, about to greet him when suddenly, Eddie pops up and asks Steve to excuse him for a minute.
“C’mon little man, let’s do it,” he says and much to Steve’s confusion, the teen excitedly goes with Eddie to his family’s table.
Steve watches, utterly baffled, as they start snapping photos and expressing what big fans they are and Eddie takes it with such bravado, laughing and chatting like he’s with a group of friends.
What the— Steve grabs his phone, opening the article Robin sent him at lightning speed.
At first, he wonders how the press was able to find out Eddie’s full name so quickly, then he sees the words "troubled rockstar" and "recovering star" so many times, it becomes abundantly clear.
Oh.
He’s not so worried about the troubled part, everyone has their shit and he doesn’t read into any of it. Those are Eddie’s stories to tell Steve if he chooses, not some tabloid. But the rockstar part connects a lot of dots that have come up in the last couple of hours since meeting Eddie and—
Yeah, just. Oh.
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have sum steddie! maybe modern!au, no upside down!au & a meet cute <3
Steve sits in the booth, his foot tapping away mindlessly under the table, with half a mind to abandon the table entirely.
In fact, the only reason he hadn’t yet was because of the $20 he was hanging out for at the end. And the bragging rights, of course.
Robin had set him up on this blind date, plied him with all the promises in the world that he would enjoy it — said she’d spent a decent amount of time hunting for the right first gay date for Steve.
She also conceded that if he, for whatever reason, didn’t enjoy it, she would cough up 20 whole bucks for his wasted time. But he had to actually see the date through for the prize to be claimed.
And the bragging rights were so that Robin — with her uppity, healthy, and happy relationship that Steve was only a little bit envious of — could ease onto the breaks when it came to Steve’s love life.
So it was looking a little bleak at the moment, so what? Every stallion or… lion or whatever had their moments, right? Moments where their mane is a little uncouth and food is low and…. Where was he going with this?
The point was, that Robin got into one relationship and suddenly decided she was fit to become a high and mighty matchmaker. Never mind that Steve had reminded her numerous times that he had dated a lot more than she had.
So, for 20 bucks and the right to stick his tongue out at his best friend when she tried to meddle, Steve could stick one night out.
Besides, she was right about one thing. They weren’t in Hawkins anymore — and San Francisco had a hell of a larger dating pool than his hometown.
Still, that didn’t make people anymore for prompt for dates though, apparently. Steve’s foot taps incessantly under the table, his knee bouncing up and down in his nerves. He runs a hand through his hair and checks his watch again.
7 o’clock, Harvey’s Diner, a cute little Italian place that Steve had begun to frequent since they moved to the city, and a date with a dude called Daniel whom Steve had no idea what he looked like.
This was his Friday night plans.
His watch reads 7:12pm and Steve sighs, his fingers beginning to fiddle with the strap of his watch just for something to do. Great. He had gotten all dressed up for this? To be stood up? How was this any better than his usual Friday night plans that Robin claimed were so pathe—
“Hi.”
Someone sits down in the booth across from Steve, landing with a thump loud enough to give him a fright.
Steve’s head whips up from its focus on fiddling with his watch and— woah. Steve blinks once, twice, and feels his jaw unhinge a little, his lips parting an inch as he gazes at the stranger across from him.
Holy shit, this dude was hot.
He’s got curls for days, dark chocolate ringlets all messy and unkept spilling over his shoulders— long and probably perfect for burying your hands into. Steve flushes a little at the unexpected thought.
He has beautiful brown eyes, widened with a smudge of eyeliner and framed with long lashes. Steve thinks he can spy a smattering of freckles across his forehead. His nose is long and his lips are plush and pink and holy shit, this dude was pretty.
“Oh— hi.” Steve manages to remember his manners. Only after he fully checked this dude out, of course.
God, couldn’t Robin have given him a better warning than just ‘he’s probably your type’? Couldn’t she have warned him that this dude was ‘do-a-double-take-on-the-street type hot?’ What the fuck Robin?
The man across from him grins, wicked and alluring all at once, and shucks off his heavy leather jacket. His eyes do a once-over on Steve, taking his time to check him out— which is great because Steve is stuck on all the glorious tattoos that have just been revealed. So much skin shown in his roughly chopped muscle-tee, swirling ink all down his arms. This dude is hot.
Silently, Steve curses Robin and the 20 dollars that is totally slipping away from him. Why did she have to be right all the time?
“Been waiting long?” The man, Daniel, asks as he makes himself comfortable across the table. He pushes his hair back with both hands, using one hand to gather it into a ponytail, holding it up to air out his neck and Steve now realises he is slightly puffed.
He must’ve run part of the way here, to avoid being later than he was. Steve can’t help but be slightly endeared by that fact.
The man grins again, “Promise I was trying to be on time but, you know how the subway is.”
Steve huffs out a laugh, any annoyance at being kept waiting melting away at his date’s sincerity.
“Not too long,” Steve admits, smiling to ease Daniel’s apparent concern. Across the table, Daniel slumps a little and releases his hair, his curls pooling back around his shoulders. Steve watches, entranced.
“Well, that’s good,” Daniel smiles, eyes bright like he really means it, and his hand darts out to steal the drinks menu from the edge of the table. He looks back over to Steve, a furrow in his brows. “You didn’t order anything?”
“I thought I should wait,” Steve says with a shrug. No point paying for food if your date never shows up.
Daniel looks up from the menu through his lashes and smiles, placing his elbow on the table and dropping his chin in the palm of his hand. “Aw, you’re sweet.”
Steve is a little embarrassed by how easily the compliment makes him blush, feeling his cheeks glow lightly. Across the table, Daniel seems to revel in it, drinking in the way Steve’s face filled with colour with a cheeky smile. His eyes flick back down to the menu.
“You know,” Daniel begins, keeping his eyes on the menu, scanning it with a hum. “Chrissy said you were good looking but I think she seriously undersold you.”
He takes his eyes off the menu to trail up Steve’s body, his gaze heavy. Steve feels a delighted zing go up his spine, feels the way he preens at Daniel’s attraction. Steve opens his mouth to respond, more than ready to return the flirt when—
“Can I get you two started with anything?”
The waitress interrupts. She’s poised with her notepad, standing at the edge of the booth. Daniel perks up and nods.
“Can I get a chocolate milkshake please?” He asks with a polite smile. Steve laughs lightly at his selection and Daniel’s gaze cuts from the waitress to Steve.
“What? Not a milkshake man?”
Steve tries to contain his grin, all too endeared by the man before him. He shakes his head and raises his hand in defense. “Nothing against milkshakes just… for dinner?”
Daniel gasps theatrically and his head snaps back to the waitress. “This man has never had the delight of a Harvey’s milkshake with his dinner. Please bring us two chocolate milkshakes!”
Steve watches as the waitress dutifully writes down the order and turns on her heel, heading for the kitchen. He turns back to his date and gapes, taken aback by the forwardness.
“Did you just order for me?”
“Did you just diss milkshakes?”
Steve scoffs, but even then he can’t stop his lips from curling up into a smile. He can’t believe it but he’s genuinely glad he waited this date out. It's not at all like he was expecting. Even Robin's short description of this dude pales in comparison to the real thing. Steve nudges his foot forward into Daniel’s shin lightly.
“I did not diss milkshakes,” Steve argues, his smile widening at how Daniel’s eyes dart to the table before back up at Steve with a grin.
“Uh huh,” Daniel nods, his voice sarcastic and 100% unbelieving of Steve’s insistence. “Just wait, okay? You’ll be changing your tune soon enough. Harvey’s milkshakes are class. I’ve had a thousand of my best ideas in here, sipping on a chocolate milkshake.”
Steve grins and leans back in his seat, crossing his arms over his chest. Under the table, he feels Daniel’s boot nudge against his leg gently— and he laughs to himself. This has gotta be the most teenage way of flirting and he’s fucking loving it.
“You know,” Steve begins hesitantly, letting his forearms lean up against the table. “You’re not quite what I expected, Daniel.”
Across the table, Daniel scrunches up his face, his expression one of pure befuddlement. He puts his hands flat on the table and leans forward.
“Wait, you think my name is Daniel?”
Steve splutters for a moment because even though the answer is duh, yes, it’s become increasingly apparent that the man across from him is not who he was expecting. But if he’s not Daniel, who is he?
Suddenly, the door chimes and someone else is entering the diner. It’s a man dressed like Steve — on the preppy side with hair that must’ve taken at least an hour. He scans the booth and spots Steve’s booth, wandering over, his eyes fixed on the man across from Steve.
“Hey, are you Eddie?” He asks confidently, ignoring Steve’s presence on the other side of the booth.
The man — Eddie — freezes as he glances up at the newcomer and then back down to Steve ahead of him. Steve deflates a little inside as he realises abruptly what’s happened— a mix-up of wrong dates that was completely warranted because this dude dresses exactly like Steve. Steve doesn't stare too long to see if he's any hotter.
Instead, he tries to give Eddie the all-clear with his eyes. He smiles polite as he can and gives a little nod to let him know it was alright to abandon him for the date he was supposed to go on. Not to get stuck with Steve.
Eddie clears his throat and smiles, not cheeky like he had with Steve, but stiff and polite. “Ah sorry man, I think you’ve got the wrong guy. My name's Daniel.”
Huh? Steve takes his eyes off the table to steal a glimpse at Eddie (is his name even Eddie?) and something inside him burns hotly when the man glances across at Steve and winks.
The man standing by the booth wavers for a moment, glancing between them in the booth as Steve schools his expression to neutral. After a moment of silence, there's a half-assed apology as the man retreats, heading back out the door he had just come through. The door chimes again on his way out.
Steve straightens up and peers over his shoulder, watching the door slowly swing shut. He turns back to the man across the booth and squints at him. The waitress returns briefly, dropping two large chocolate shakes onto the table, topped with a mountain of cream. She murmurs something about coming back to take their order in a moment.
"Wait, so who are you?" Steve asks, gently sliding his shake closer to him. "Daniel or Eddie?"
His date —well, his new date— has already begun taking a big long sip from his own milkshake, so enamored with it that when he pulls away there's a dot of cream on the end of his nose. He swallows with a satisfied ah and grins across the table at Steve, not noticing the dairy on his face.
"I'm whoever gets me talking with you a little bit longer."
Steve grins, an endeared roll of his eye at the blatant flirting but he can't deny how it makes his chest warm. He grabs one of the napkins and reaches forward, adoring how Eddie goes cross-eyed as he watches Steve smudge away the cream on his nose. He laughs sheepishly, giving his nose a little wipe with his own hand.
"I'm Eddie." He says, finally introducing himself. He doesn't offer his hand, just gives Steve a little nudge under the table and a grin over his milkshake. "And I think you just saved me from a terrible date."
Steve laughs, giving a little shake of his head. He finally goes in for a sip of his own milkshake— and it's just as heavenly as Eddie had promised, glorious chocolate dancing over his taste buds.
Steve groans quietly, eyes bright when he glances at the other man over his glass, entirely amused by how wide-eyed Eddie has become. He releases the straw and sits back, more invested in this date than he has been in... years. Stallion's got its mojo back. Or lion. Whatever.
"I'm Steve," He responds, giving a little nudge back under the table and a grin of his own. "And I think you saved me from being stood up."
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Meet Cutes/Uglies Masterpost
Meet Cutes
Meet Uglies
Meet ugly College AU
Meet Cutes/Uglies: Public Transport Edition
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happyheidi · 2 years
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🦔
This is Charles. He wants to go on a journey around tumblr. could you show him around?
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diabolichare · 2 months
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Is this courtship?
Danny is going to Gotham for his scholarship.
Good news! There's another halfa in the city, and he seems to be a good guy. Bad news: the nearest path to his university is through that halfta's haunt. He could take the long way around, but the costs would be more than his budget can handle, and he'd like to avoid dealing with a pissed-off Red Hood.
Hopefully the offerings will be enough to sate his annoyance (and help maybe, god that man has the most malnourished core he's ever seen).
Jason is getting incredibly confused over the strange gift baskets that keep appearing on his patrol routes.
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novelbear · 27 days
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"what should i say?"- it's time to meet the parents
prompt list by @novelbear
noticing their leg anxiously jumping beneath the table, so they grab their hand as a form of support
pep talks in the car before they go up to the door
"you're going to be fine...they'll love you. i just know it."
being a little startled if the mother goes in for that little cheek kiss while greeting (or saying goodbye)
^ and shooting a look of playful annoyance when their partner is giggling behind their mother's back
accidentally bumping into the parents while shopping or running errands
finding out one of their parents is an old teacher, boss, etc.
^ and if they didn't have a good relationship before, then....
spending the whole week asking their partner about their parent's likes and dislikes, just to be sure.
"i'm sorry, babe, are those flashcards?" "i'm practicing."
researching conversation topics online for hours
buying the most grand bouquet of flowers, wine, or other welcoming gift they can find
"what if i give the wrong impression...what if they think i don't have good intentions?"
^ "honey. the moment they notice how nervous you are, and i'm going to be honest with you right now, they're probably going to notice, they'll see how much you clearly care. it's alright."
them getting up to help clean or assist with something and one parent shooting their child a look that says "they're a keeper."
being genuinely surprised when their partner snaps at their own parents after they say something out of line
^ maybe it's the other way around, and they have to defend their partner from the parents themselves. left shocked that someone could treat their own child like that.
"well, that went great." "i had no idea. i'm sorry."
"you were nervous for nothing." "i'll make sure to tell you the same thing next week. it's your turn."
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ravelqueen · 7 months
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People saying that Aziraphale is into bad boys and Crowley is into good boys actually have it the wrong way around! You guys are just getting distracted by the Aesthetic!
Proof: Crowley got interested in Aziraphale when he started acting a bit bad aka unangelically while Aziraphale meanwhile has heart eyes every time Crowley does something Kind (tm).
Q.e.d.
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