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Don't Stand So Close To Me — Chapter 9

Eddie x Teacher!Reader

Chapter 9/? 4.4k. Series Masterlist

✏︎ There are two things you are learning very well — the volumes of a few words, and the impact of a touch.

✏︎ Series Summary: Forced to move back home to Hawkins after your fiancé cheats on you, you begin to fall in love again with an audacious 20 year old metalhead, only there’s one problem — he’s still in high school and you’re his English teacher.

While you struggle starting over in a place you never thought you would return, Eddie struggles feeling stuck in a place he can’t manage to leave — until you offer to help him. Of all the lessons learned, the most important are the ones you teach each other.

✏︎ Series CW: forbidden romance, slow burn, smut (18+ mdni), true love, internal conflict, student-teacher relationship, 10 year age gap, mutual pining, sexual tension, emotions, drama, angst, character development, happy ending :)

Chapter warnings: mild angst, longing, mild exploration through touch

Frost. The first of the year.

It covered the leaves that littered the parking lot outside your apartment in swirling fractals and crunched beneath your boots.

Barely out of October and you could already feel winter knocking at your door.

The sky was awash in a pale blue-grey as the sun came up behind the overcast clouds. The rain from the weekend brought down most of the leaves, though some of the more reluctant ones still clung to the trees in patches of yellow and orange.

You unlocked the door to your red Chevy Nova and dropped your leather satchel on the passenger’s seat.

The fog that had settled in your mind lifted just enough to get your papers graded. Just enough to get most of the dishes washed. The laundry could wait.

You turned the key in the ignition and — nothing. Well, it wasn’t nothing, there was a clicking that got louder the harder you forced the key forward.

“Come on.”

Had you left your lights on by accident? It wouldn’t be the first time. The lights were turning on though. You threw your weight into the brakes as you turned the key harder. Over and over it whined and whirred and clicked until finally the engine awoke with a rumble.

You blamed the cold.

Happy Monday.

The thing about the fog is that once it settled it was hard to lift completely. You would enter the teacher’s lounge in a daze. You would go through the motions of pouring yourself your second cup of coffee, of finding an open milk carton. Of putting on a bright face and saying hello as you make small talk with the faculty, though your mind was miles away.

You would sit down on the old, threadbare chair at your desk and review your lesson plans for the day while your mind struggled to adjust to the whirring chaos around you. The fuzzy voice over the loudspeaker. The ringing of bells and hundreds of voices echoing off the lockers in the hallway. The teenagers that you were responsible for filtering into your classroom, the energy of this weekend carrying over into their laughter and antics.

You would put on that bright face and pull yourself together, though the fog was thick with thoughts you couldn’t seem to shake. Sometimes you were grateful for the distraction of your class — tangible and in need of attention. Other times the mask got heavy. It was hard to breathe behind. There were times when all you wanted to do was hide, but the mask offered little protection.

At the top of fourth period, you stood at the front of the classroom like you always did, checking little marks by the names in your grading binder as your eyes scanned down the rows. You paused when you got to Eddie’s.

His seat was empty.

Your stomach dropped, as did your face. Everyone’s eyes were on you. You wondered if they noticed the change in your expression.

Maybe he’s just running late.

Maybe he’s sick.

You steadied the pencil in your hand, took a deep breath, and continued on down the rows. Inside your heart was racing, mind spinning with every possibility. It took all of your strength to keep the mask on for your class.

It might have been the longest 50 minutes of your life. When the bell finally relieved you from your post, you barely remembered to grab your purse before your feet carried you briskly, as fast as they could professionally move, down the hallway toward the teacher’s lounge.

You snatched one of the newspapers slumped in a pile on one of the tables and began to tear through it, flipping through the pages with ravenous eyes, looking for something, anything about an accident or a death or his name or anything.

You sensed someone behind you peering over your shoulder. You could almost feel their hot, labored breathing on your neck.

It took little more than a tilt of your head to see who it was. “H-hi Doris,” you said, stilling the paper in your trembling hands.

“Boy I’ve never seen anyone read a paper so fast in my life,” she said dryly. “Watcha lookin’ for?”

You tucked your wild hair behind your ear and pulled yourself together. “Oh, um,” What were you looking for? Would it sound weird to say? Of course it would. Your mind whirred with appropriate and totally not crazy responses. “My— my car was having some trouble this morning and I uh, you know just thought I’d check the paper to see um— uh, a number for a mechanic or something.”

Ms. O’Donnell stared down at the paper. “Good luck finding one in the obituary section.”

“Ha. Very funny,” you said, folding the paper. “Say uh, you wouldn’t happen to have seen Eddie today? Was he absent for your class too?”

She huffed, un-phased. “Munson? Haven’t seen him. Honestly I’m more surprised when he shows up.”

“Ah, ok.” You stared down at the paper, the words blurring.

“You know he got a D on the pop quiz I gave on Friday.”

You gave a single nod, lips forming a hard line. “Well, he wasn’t able to study, was he?”

“Course not, it’s a pop quiz. You know I’ve gotta give it to you for trying.”

“Yes, well, so is he,” you said curtly. You left the paper crumpled on the table, turning on your heel toward the door.

Tears burned behind your eyes. You knew it was silly. Maybe that’s why they stung. The whole thing was silly and he was probably just sick like half the school was this time of year. But your feet had their own agenda and that was how you found yourself standing in front of the receptionist in the main office.

“Eddie Munson?” she asked, looking over her paperwork. “No I didn’t get a phone call or anything. I marked him as an unexcused absence.”

“Oh, ok. Thanks for checking.”

“You know, his attendance has actually been… unusually good this year.”

“Yeah— yeah, I know. Thanks anyway.” Head down, you almost ran into Diane as you turned to leave.

“Hey soldier, what brings you to my side of the line?”

“Nothing it’s— it’s stupid. I should get going before my lunch break is over.”

Diane folded her arms across her soft, green cardigan. “What’s up?” she asked gently, guiding you out of the way of incoming traffic. “You seem… upset.”

“It’s really nothing. I’m just…” you glanced around the office.

“You wanna talk about it?”

Your voice caught in your throat. Your mouth twitched but no words came out.

“Come on, that’s what my office is for.”

Diane led you across the noisy office with all the talking, and phone ringing, and copy machines whirring, through her doorway — into silence.

You sat down and looked around at what everybody else saw when they took this seat — the concrete walls painted a soft peachy-pink. The plants in her window. The few inspirational posters. The warm glow of the three lamps that lit the room. No fluorescents.

Only Diane did not take her usual place behind her desk, instead she took the seat next to you.

“I’m sorry, this is really stupid. Eddie wasn’t in class today, and I— I know it’s like, well so what, but—” you started.

“He’s the one you’ve been tutoring right?”

“Yeah.”

“He’s never been absent before?” Diane asked with a little chuckle, “It’s almost November.”

“Yeah— yeah, I know. It’s really paranoid of me. He just said that he was going to a party this weekend and I—“ you swallowed, glancing away.

Diane’s face dropped. “Oh.” She put her hand on your shoulder. “I know this is a hard holiday for you, but I’m sure he’s fine. You’re just catastrophizing. I understand where it’s coming from though.”

“Yeah— yeah I’m sure you’re right, I just…” you sighed, taking a moment to steady your breath as her hand soothed over your back. “This weekend was… hard. It’s still hard. All day today.”

“That’s the hidden toll of teaching, isn’t it?” Diane mused, “You see these kids every day and you get so… invested in them. It’s an emotional labor, you know?”

You did know. Just like the papers you graded, it was something you took home with you. Even before Eddie. That was the thing about teaching, even after you went home the job never really ended.

“You really care about him, don’t you?”

Her words hung in the air as your stomach dropped, face turning hot. You couldn’t look her in the eyes. “Yes,” you choked out. “I mean I care about all my students,” you added quickly.

If only she knew.

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Tuesday, October 29th 1985

Eddie slid his plastic lunch tray along the counter as he waited for his turn in the lunch line like some sort of prisoner.

In his mind he was still cruising the freeway, watching state signs pass, watching the upright citizens of the world go about their daily grind as he watched like a spectator from the outside. Just rambling through. That was what he loved most about skipping school — the feeling of being outside, of wondering what sort of bullshit class his friends were having to fight sleep through as he drove on past with a mug full of coffee and a tank full of gas.

His suffering had earned him almost $300 on Saturday and he was bound and determined to put it to good use. He needed a three day weekend after that. Hell, he really needed to just take the whole week but he figured that might be pushing it.

When he saw the look on your face as he entered your class an hour ago, he was grateful that he hadn’t. He would spend the first ten minutes of it running his fingers over the subtle indents that your green grading pen left behind on his test, feeling for your hand through the paper. Feeling the braille of the lines that came together to form the words “I’m proud of you”.

He could count on one hand the number of As he had gotten in his life — this was one of them.

He would spend the next forty minutes of class watching you, as he always did, with his cheek pressed against his knuckles. He would imagine you in his passenger’s seat — cruising down the road with a mug full of coffee and a tank full of gas. How you would bring your own tapes and serenade him with Joni Mitchell’s “Coyote”. How he would much rather be a prisoner of the white lines on the freeway.

The lunch lady took his tray and slapped a helping of overcooked green beans that looked more grey than green, followed by a splat of mashed potatoes and a shriveled pork chop. Eddie was grateful for how generous she was with the gravy, it would help combat the dryness. Yum.

Eddie took the tray and gave a gracious nod before making his way to the head of the Hellfire table.

“Hey man, where were you yesterday?” asked Dustin through a mouthful of mashed potatoes.

Eddie plopped both his tray and himself down with a sly smirk. He shed his jacket, revealing the bandage on his forearm.

“Oh shit were you in the hospital or something?” asked Mike.

“No he got a tattoo, you doofus,” laughed Jeff, nudging him with his foot under the table.

Mike rolled his eyes, “Oh yeah that’s super obvious.”

“It is,” Jeff snorted.

“Did you end up getting the sphinx from Powerslave?” asked Dave.

“I actually went with the puppet master, I’ll show you guys tomorrow when I can take this thing off. It’s really sick.” Eddie sawed at the hard, dry pork chop with his knife, stabbing it still with the fork in his other hand.

“So how was um, ‘business’ this weekend?” asked Dustin.

Eddie stopped sawing. He hesitated for a moment, his stomach churning as he recalled what happened. The red in Jason’s eyes as he grabbed him by the shirt. The look on all of their faces staring down at him.

Gareth caught his eyes. “Everybody keep an eye out for Jason Carver and any of his bitchboys. They have it out for Eddie,” he interjected.

The table erupted in questions.

“Why, what happened?” asked Dustin.

“Do we need to make them pay?” Dave cracked his knuckles.

“No— no we’re gonna just lay low but keep an eye out for them. Chrissy keeps talking to Eddie and Jason’s being a jealous little bitch about it. Keep an eye out for her too,” answered Gareth.

Eddie felt the pressure release in his chest and gave Gareth a gracious look. He caught the remorse in his eyes. There was another thing that Eddie was relieved by — he left out the part about you.

“Shitheads just being shitheads,” said Eddie finally. “But uh, Gareth’s night wasn’t so shitty,” he prompted with a raise of his eyebrows, changing the subject.

The table shifted audibly.

Gareth smirked. “Yeah Cindy gave me her number.”

Cheers, elbow jabs, and banging on the table came from all directions. Eddie smiled at his friend, full and genuine.

“I called her last night.”

More eruptive cheers. Louder this time.

“What did she say?”

“How’d it go?”

“Did you ask her out?”

“Woah, easy boys, one question at a time,” Gareth chided gently, raising his hands. “I haven’t asked her out yet. We just talked about movies and stuff. I’m trying to feel it out, you know? Gotta take it slow, I don’t wanna scare her away,” he laughed. “It went good though, we talked for like an hour.”

“You should take her to see Goonies,” Dustin suggested.

“She’s already seen Goonies, plus that’s like… is that really a date movie? What kind of movies are date movies?”

Dave snorted, “Stupid movies.”

“Yeah take her to A Room With a View,” Jeff laughed.

“Ew that’s like, serious isn’t it?”

“How ‘bout Rocky IV, that’s romantic,” offered Dustin through a snicker.

“No—no wait the new National Lampoon’s,” Mike chortled.

“Really helpful, thanks guys.”

Eddie chuckled distantly, taking a stab at his green beans. He glanced over toward the door to the teacher’s lounge, across the expanse of the noisy cafeteria. Somewhere behind that wall you too were at a table, eating lunch by yourself in a room full of people. He wondered if you felt as lonely as he did sometimes, a loneliness in feelings that weren’t appropriate to share.

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Eddie sifted through the contents of his locker, hunting for his chemistry textbook amongst the chaos of loose papers without homes. The door, which shielded him in part from the noisy hallway, was stark. There were remnants of stickers inside from previous occupants, but aside from the papers with his name on it, there was no trace of Eddie Munson. He remembered his first few lockers here, how keen he was to leave his mark on them, to slap Iron Maiden and Slayer stickers on the inside that future occupants would have to scrape to get off. He was less keen to make a home of his sixth.

“Hey Eddie.”

He recognized the voice. Powder soft and sugar sweet, it was twinged with a tentative sadness. He took one look at Chrissy Cunningham and shut his locker, turning away.

“Eddie, wait,” she pleaded, chasing after him.

“I’m not supposed to talk to you,” he said sharply, keeping his pace.

“I know, I’m sorry,” she admitted, her white tennis shoes hitting the tile in quick succession to keep up with his much larger gait.

“Then why are you talking to me?”

“I— I just wanted to apologize.”

Eddie gave a sharp puff of air through his nose and slowed his pace.

“I’m really sorry about Saturday. I was really drunk, I didn’t mean to get you in any trouble.”

Eddie stopped, turning to her sharply. “Yeah? Well, the longer you stand here and talk to me, the closer I am to getting in trouble again, so…”

“I just wanted to say that I’m sorry.”

“Well, you have,” he said curtly, turning away. His feet carried him briskly down the hall, leaving her in the gust of air he left behind.

It might have stopped her feet from following him then, but it didn’t stop her eyes from following as they searched for his across the room in chemistry class.

He would try to avoid them, but eventually the searing heat of her gaze got the best of him. He would concede, and when he did catch a glance of those green eyes from across the room he would think about the time he saw them last. Red and heavy lidded. He would think about the way she stumbled off that couch. The way she crumbled under the weight of Jason’s voice.

So he would concede and meet her eyes for just a moment from across the classroom. Behind them, equal parts desire and remorse.

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How would you describe Eddie Munson? You had been asking yourself this question since your first encounter after school.

There were the obvious things — Plush lips. Strong chin. Soft nose. A jaw sharp enough to cut glass. Big brown eyes like a baby cow. Wild ringlets that framed his face and cascaded down his shoulders.

Then, more subtly — A summer wind. Restless and frenetic, but soft all at once. Soft in the comfortable silence that sometimes fell between you. The silence of listening. There was warmth in him too — the kind of warmth that colored the brightness of his voice when the silence was broken. He was wild, and warm, and restless, and magnetic all at once. A summer wind.

It was a question you would ask yourself after every encounter. Each time you would come away with something more.

What you did know for certain today was that nothing compared to the sight of his sweet face as he took the seat across from you.

“It’s good to see you,” you said. As if that even scratched the surface.

“Yeah, you too.” His eyes held yours as he shed his jacket around the chair. He leaned forward in it, resting his arms on the desk between you.

You were just happy to see the pink in his cheeks, the extra fluff in his hair today. You could smell the product in it even from across the desk. Your fingers occupied themselves with the pen in front of you. “I was… worried about you. On Monday.”

His eyes widened. “Shit, I’m really sorry about that,” he lamented. You could tell that he meant it too. “I was uh, getting this.” He presented his forearm with a cheeky grin.

You looked down at the inky black lines on his skin. At the gnarled hand grasping a wooden marionette cross with strings hanging down. You followed them down to what appeared to be some sort of zombie or undead creature hanging from them.

Your eyes lit up like Christmas. “Aren’t those… illegal here?” you asked in a crazed little whisper, the look on your face was wild and fascinated.

“Only in Indiana.” You could hear the mischief in his voice. “I drove to Illinois to get it. That’s why I had to take the whole day.”

You had to laugh. And you did. “Well I’m glad you’re safe. I guess it was… silly of me to worry so much.”

“No— no I should have at least called in and made up some bullshit. I’m sorry.”

“It’s fine, I’m just glad you’re ok. That’s all that matters.” You looked down at his arm again, at the dark, angry lines across his reddened skin. “Did it hurt?”

“Yeah, it always does a little. This one wasn’t so bad. I have others.” His dark eyes flashed at you as he hooked his fingers over the collar of his shirt, exposing the ink under his collarbone. “This one hurt the worst,” he said with a soft smirk. His hand lingered there, an offering to your eyes.

You cursed the animal inside you. The one that growled from deep within your abdomen and crawled its way into your cheeks. The one that whispered about what your lips might feel like on the skin that he exposed for you.

“O—oh yeah I can see why that would hurt.” Your eyes diverted back to his arm, tracing the lines with your eyes. You brought your face closer to examine, but you were more interested in the velvet skin of his forearm. How something could be strong and soft all at once. Your fingers twitched above it.

“You can touch it,” he said. An offering — an experience. His voice was barely above a whisper.

Your eyes met his. Hesitant, you accepted, lowering your fingers slowly, then your eyes. He was so warm and impossibly soft. You were almost afraid he would feel your pulse pounding through your fingertips as they traced tentative, delicate patterns across his skin.

There was a gentle puff of air against your face as he sighed at the contact.

It took courage to look up at him, but when you did he held your gaze with an intensity that made you shudder.

“Sorry, my fingers are cold,” you said with a nervous laugh.

“It’s fine, I don’t mind.” His voice was gentle, distant, like a trance. “It feels… nice actually.”

You lowered your eyes again, and then more of your fingers across his warm, velvet skin, sliding slowly up and down the solid expanse of his forearm. You could feel the tendons, the soft brush of hair at the edges.

“Does it still hurt?” you asked softly.

“Yeah, a little. Kind of itches more than anything now.”

His palm was facing up at you, so close to the heat of your body. His long fingers twitched.

You should have pulled away. You knew you should and you were trying but his skin was like a magnet and you could not bring yourself to do it. It was too painful.

“How was the party?” you asked as a knot twisted in your stomach.

He huffed and shook his head, “Pretty shitty if I’m being honest.”

The knot released a little. “That bad huh?”

His eyes widened, giving a crazed little look, “Yeah, it was that bad.”

“What happened?”

His brow furrowed as he searched for the words, “Just… drama I guess — involving a certain, uh, basic primate. It’s really stupid, honestly.”

Your fingers pressed concern against his arm, ever so subtly. “Jason?”

Eddie rolled his eyes, casting his gaze away. “Yeah, he’s a real dick. Anyway, like I said, it’s stupid.”

You wanted to press on, but it seemed like he didn’t care to elaborate.

“I was worried about you, at the party,” you said softly. And then you did something bold, as if possessed by a force stronger than your noble mind — you lowered your palm.

You could feel his approving hum through your hand, the vibrations rippling from under his velvet skin.

“I knew you would be. I was extra careful.” His eyes flitted up to yours. “For you.”

It was the seriousness of his tone that stirred you most. The earnest, deadpan look on his face, like there were volumes behind those two words.

It opened up a narrow passage, and you entered with the boldest thing that you had ever said.

“I really care for you.”

You wondered if he could feel your pulse hammering against his arm, feel your hand start to sweat. Your fingers twitched, mind racing with second-guessing. “I’m sorry,” you whispered. You lifted your hand to remove it, but then he did something that surprised you.

His hand below you gripped your arm.

“No—no,” he soothed, his eyes meeting yours in earnest. “It’s ok.”

Time stopped — frozen as he held you in his gaze. You might have thought your heart stopped too had it not been so audibly pounding in your ears.

“I care for you too,” he admitted.

The breath that was caught in your chest released, and with his permission, you relaxed into the touch. You squeezed his arm gently — a gesture he returned, and heavy sigh escaped both of you at once.

It was only a moment, but there a whisper, no — a bold admission in the quiet of the air between you.

He smiled at you. Breathy and crooked, a wild warmth in his eyes. And for one stolen moment the fear that had nestled itself deep within your chest melted away.

The animal inside you stirred, stretching outward like a yawn, up into your neck and cheeks again. It was warm this time. Comfortable now.

The world around you fell away. The concrete walls, and clocks, and bells, and chalkboards ceased to exist. There was nothing else that mattered except hands on skin across the great divide of the desk lodged between you.

Your mouth twitched but words would not come. You feared that if they did the spell would break.

Eddie was much braver.

“I wish you could have come. To the party. I mean like, hypothetically, not… realistically. But like, another party. I— I don’t know. Sorry that sounds really stupid,” he said with a little chuckle. His arm remained locked to yours, curious fingers wandering across your skin.

“No it’s not, I— I wish I could have gone too. Hypothetically. I would have had a much better Saturday night than I did on my own, trust me,” you said with a pained laugh.

He shook his head, thumb rubbing electric circles on your arm. “Oh I don’t know about that.”

“I do,” you said.

And with that Eddie did something even braver — his palm traced its way down your arm until it found your hand. He held it in his for a moment, warm, calloused thumb soothing over your knuckles. You could feel those bones again, those strong fingers that held you steady as you threatened to tremble.

It was only for a moment. But in this moment there were two things that were abundantly clear for both of you —

1. It felt too good to stop.

2. That things would never be the same.

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A/N: Well, well — we have an admission! After quite possibly the longest October in history, time is going to start moving a little more quickly now that our forbidden lovebirds are on the same page. We've still got some more hurdles to navigate, but strap in as we prepare for liftoff! 🚀

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A smaller note — I have given Freak #3 the name of Dave.

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pairing: johnny cage x reader

word count: 1030

notes: on the sixth day of ficmas, lilacliquors gave to me ... a christmas party with johnny cage!

it was your boyfriend’s annual christmas party, a great chance to see all of your old friends again and catch up. johnny spared no expenses, going all out to make sure everyone had the times of their lives. and nothing made him happier than to see the smiles and hear the familiar laughter of everyone he knew.

it was getting late when your guests started to filter out, hugging you goodbye and thanking you for hosting, and for the party favors you had put together. and if you were the one responsible for their white elephant gift, they threw in an extra thank you as well. soon, the house was quiet, and you two were alone at last. christmas music still played softly on the radio, and you began to gether up some a few stray dishes and plastic cups. you brought everything into the kitchen, tossing the cups into the trash and and setting the dishes into the sink. you started to wash them, gently swaying to the music as you did so, virtually oblivious to everything going on around you. you didn’t hear johnny entering or walking up behind you, but you felt his arms wrap around your waist as you reached to put the dishes away. he was quiet as he held you, pressing his lips to your hair, and you both listened to the song on the radio.

“johnny, we can’t stay like this,” you chuckled, and he hummed quietly.

“it’s lonely without you,” he whispered back.

“i’ve gotta get back to work cleaning this up.”

“but baby, i’m lonely out there…”

you smiled and turned in his arms, reaching behind you to turn off the sink and grab the rag to try your hands off on.

“this has to get done,” you reminded him.

“what’s the hurry? it can wait,” he replied, his hands pressing against your back.

“then it just piles up!”

“but think about relaxing by the fire for just a bit, come on…”

“we can relax when this is done.”

“but you’ve earned a drink after everything you’ve done. go sit for a tiny break while i make it.”

despite your protests, he gently dragged you from the kitchen and to the living room, where he had you sitting on the couch as he poured you both a glass of your special spiked holiday punch. he handed you the glass, and he sat beside you, wrapping his arm around your shoulders to pull you in closer to his side.

“what would your mother think if she saw this mess?” you asked.

“oh, it’s jot that bad in there,” he said, playing with your hair while you sipped at your punch.

“phew, forgot how strong i made this,” you said, fanning your face.

“you spoiled us tonight with it,” johnny said with a grin. you rolled your eyes playfully and took another sip, his charm slowly winning you over once again.

“i really ought to get back to cleaning,” you mumbled.

“or you could snuggle with me a bit longer,” he suggested with faux innocence. you looked up at him, your eyes locking together, and you felt your resolve cracking even further. his eyes were mesmerizing, and he truly had you under some kind of spell.

“the mess is bugging me,” you said, reaching to set your glass down.

“and being without you is bugging me,” he sighed.

“you can come on inside, keep me company.”

“or you can stay here with me, and let me kiss you once or twice. haven’t done it all night.”

his thumb traced over your bottom lip ever so gently, and you felt yourself melt. he was working overtime to convince you to stay with him, and maybe he was right. the mess could wait a little longer, and you had been on your feet all night, making merry and keeping on top of everything. you were allowed some downtime, and you didn’t get to spend too much time with your boyfriend …

“okay, let me just go put the rest of the clean dishes away, and then i’ll come right back, promise,” you said, but he kept his arm around you.

“i can’t get over how beautiful you look tonight. just one kiss, please?” he whispered. you felt your cheeks heat up, and before you could say anything, his lips were pressed to yours, and your eyes fluttered shut. one of your hands cupped his face, and he held you close, making sure you couldn’t go anywhere. when you pulled away from one another, your head was spinning, and he had the biggest grin on his lips.

“god, your lips are delicious,” he murmured, and you couldn’t help yourself. you leaned in for another kiss, and he eagerly obliged, returning it while shifting to pull you onto his lap. the fire crackled nearby, and the music continued to play softly, but you paid it no mind. you were happy here, and your mind had finally agreed that a little break was warranted after all of your hard work that night.

when your kiss ended, he continued to hold you on his lap, and he handed you your drink again. you were snuggled up to him, your head on his shoulder, and he kissed your forehead every few minutes, just as a gentle reminder of how much he loved having you like this. you smiled and sipped at your spiked punch, the alcohol warming your body as you enjoyed each other’s company in comfortable silence. snow was falling outside, and the night had never felt so perfect.

“looks really cold out there,” you said, and he nodded.

“i’ll break out the extra blankets for tonight, then,” he said.

“perfect. sorry i was so stubborn earlier,” you said, and he shrugged with a chuckle.

“it did take a lot of convincing. but aren’t you glad you stayed?” he asked, nuzzling you gently.

“yeah, really glad. guess you’re just as stubborn as i am.”

“always will be.”

you kissed his cheek, then settled further into his arms, and he held you with a happy hum. you were right where you needed to be. and the dishes could wait forever.

#johnny cage #johnny cage fluff #johnny cage x reader #johnny cage ficmas #12 days of ficmas 2023 #lilacliquors ficmas 2023

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ghostismybbygorl · 1 year

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Sleep overs are for children

Simon Riley x reader

Just some cute domestic fluff that our ghostly needs

Warnings: this isn't proof read so poor grammar 😂

Simon laid on his back looking at the ceiling eyes wide awake. He sighed turning his head over to look at the clock; 4:13am. He groaned, his insomnia is getting worse.

Simon got out of bed grabbing his mask and putting it on. He turned on the light and searched for a pair of clothes to put on. He found a pair of hello kitty pajama pants and a skeleton hoodie. He slipped on his slippers and went into the kitchen. He went to the cubard in search of some tea. Maybe tea will help him fall asleep. He put the tea kettle on waiting for the water to warm up. He searched the fridge for something to eat. He grabbed a pack of eggs and decided to cool some breakfast. While he was scrambling the eggs he heard a snicker behind him. He looked over his shoulder to find y/n pulling out their phone.

"Dont even think about it" ghost whispered

"Too late its already in the group chat" they chuckled

Simons phone vibrated and he looked at the groupchat

Y/n:

Simon sighed putting his phone away

"What am i going to do with you" he turned back to his eggs placing them on a plate.

"Why are you up so early?" Y/n asked sitting on the counter

"Couln't sleep"

simon grabbed a fork and lifted his mask up taking a bite of his eggs. He set the plate down and poured the hot water in his pink mug. He grabbed some jasmine tea and put it in a filter dipping it into the water.

"You want some?" He asked

Y/n nodded "sure"

"How do you like it?" He grabbed the sugar and put a two scoops in it

"Straight like my ex" they replied

Simon snorted quietly grabbing your mug pouring the tea in it handing it to you

They took a sip while simon finished eating his eggs.

"Why are you up?" He asked

"Same thing. I couldn't fall asleep so I decided to get some snackies" y/n went to the pantry and pulled out some cookies

"Cookie?" They offered

Simon set his dish in the sink and plucked the cookie out of their hand and ate it. he grabbed his mug drinking the last of his tea before setting it down on top of the dish walking out of the kitchen with y/n trailing behind

“Sleepover?” they asked catching up to Simon. He looked at them inquisitive look

“What are we four?”

“In dog years yes!” they replied with a smile

Simon rolled his eyes walking to his room he opened the door and motioned y/n in. Y/n did a celebratory dance before trotting into his room and plopping onto his bed sinking into the mattress. They pulled the covers over them and curled up into a ball. Simon went to the other side lying on his back with his arms crossed. His eyes slowly getting heavy and eventually falling asleep.

When Simon woke up y/n was curled up in his arms sleeping peacefully. He ran his fingers through their hair gently massaging it. He grabbed his phone and scrolled through social media until they started to stir slowly waking up. They looked at sim in and let out a grunt burrowing their head into his chest

“What time is it?” they asked

“It's 2” Simon replied

“Five more minutes” they closed their eyes falling back asleep.

“Yeah five more minutes” he replied setting his phone down wrapping his arms around them slowly drifting back to sleep

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onlyhuis · 9 months

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THE TUMMMY VEEEEEEINS i just whimpered out loud. need to suck him off so bad feeling vampiric feeling mosquitotic 💤

member | junhui x gn reader genre | smut, it gets very soft n domestic word count | 800 warnings | handjob, oral (m receiving), no physical description of reader notes | MOSQUITOTIC MSHJDNEHDND ur so right tho i need to slurp him up like an insect!! anyway this wasnt supposed to get this long but if you havent noticed i really like jun so. what can i say. tagging @lovelyhan because this is what i meant when i said i love jun the same way you love jeonghan hehe

imagine laying down with jun and just running your hands along his tummy and tracing each and every vein with your fingertip and feeling how soft and smooth his skin is and how firm his abs are.

imagine pressing your hand flat against his stomach and making him shiver with how deliberate your touch is yet how gentle you are with him and it's cold and light but the pressure makes his whole body heat and you can feel how warm his skin is under your palm and he's already getting hard from how dangerously close your hand is.

imagine hearing the little sighs he lets out, seeing him close his eyes and his bare chest moving up and down with each little breath he takes as your fingers follow his veins lower and lower and lower and-

imagine taking his cock in your hand and holding it, your touch still so gentle and light as a feather but he still gasps and pushes his hips up unconsciously, begging for more stimulation, but you loosen your grip and let his cock rest against your palm, tracing the thick vein along the top with your thumb, putting just a little bit of pressure, stroking him slowly and carefully as if you were petting a cat.

imagine watching his abs tense up and his stomach muscles contract when you grip him a little tighter, watching his head roll back against the pillow to expose his neck and his adam's apple that dances and bobs with every ragged breath and choked whimper that leaves his beautiful parted lips as he begs you for more, harder, faster, tighter, more, please, and you ignore his pleas in favor of tracing the ridges of his cock once more, determined to memorize every inch of him so that you could recognize him from the veins on his cock alone, feeling every single bump and groove and vein he has to offer because no one has a cock as good as his, none as perfect as his, none as unique as his and you tell him so, because you have to make sure he knows you appreciate all of him because it's him, whether he's inside you or in your hand or in your mouth, you love all of him and you wouldn't want to know anyone as intimately as you know him.

and once you've thoroughly memorized him with your hands, there's only one logical next step, memorizing him with your tongue. imagine wrapping your lips around him and starting at the tip, working your way down slowly, letting your tongue wander over every part of him, mapping out his body with your mouth just like you did with your fingers, taking your time, not caring about the spit that falls from your lips and pools at the base of his cock and makes a mess everywhere, because by now he's moaning so sweetly and the mess is the last thing on his mind, he's not holding back any sound, he's not filtering the words of praise that spill out of him, he loves you, he loves your hands, he loves your mouth, you're always so good to him and he loves you so so much.

imagine the sheets curled around his fists as he struggles to stay still but he can't because you feel too good, you feel too perfect, how can you even be real because you're so good to him, you must be some sort of dream.

imagine the sweat pouring from his skin, his body shaking and convulsing and you're barely even moving and barely even touching him but it's so much, it's too much, he can't help it and oh fuck please please please he's so close and-

and you don't tease him for cumming so fast, you don't scold him or punish him or overstimulate him like you've done many times before, you just lick the trickle of cum from your lips and sit up to kiss him, holding his face gently, the same gentleness that you held his cock with, the same gentleness that you hold his heart with, because he's so precious to you that you can't imagine why anyone wouldn't want to hold him and touch him and trace every vein like you do.

you can't imagine how anyone could not love him like you do, but that's okay, because he's all yours, so you don't need to imagine anyone else. all you have to imagine is him, right here, laying next to you, his breathing finally beginning to slow as he kisses you again and again, because he couldn't imagine how anyone could not love you, but it doesn't matter because you're all his and he doesn't need to imagine anyone else, either.

i hope you enjoyed this!! if you did, consider reblogging or leaving a comment or an ask :) it shows me this is something people want to see more of, and knowing people like this makes me want to write more of it! thanks for reading!!

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Stolen Pizza and Bitter Drinks

pairing: fem!reader x dabi

genre: pure fluff

word count: 804

warnings: none. just anotha soft, cuddly Dabi who likes to pretend he doesn’t care. (but we all know he does) super fluffy.

After work the best thing truly is a drink.

Driving should never feel so….robotic. That was the thought running through your head as you pulled out of the parking spot at your now dimly lit job. The sound of the tires dragging against the pavement filled your ears, and as your arm moved on its own to put your vehicle in drive, you finally started to relax a little. You couldn’t even muster enough energy to put on music. The muted sound of the other cars driving by, the small groups of people gathered at tiny restaurants- they all filtered through your closed windows, trying to compete with your breathing in the deafening silence of the car.

Lights passed over your face, sun long gone as the street stretched out for what felt like miles in front of you. How far was home? Your limbs seemed to run on autopilot, brain long gone and trying to compensate for the energy it lacked to process anything else but not crashing and dying. Fun.

Your trance-like state was heady, but dissipated as you parked in front of your apartment. Taking the keys out of the ignition, you gather your things and head upstairs, feet dragging like the tires of your car against the road. Heavy. At the top of the stairs you’re greeted with the same old, flickering ceiling light, its muddied green color flashing against your lock. Upon inserting the key, you step in, taking your shoes off and dropping your work bag.

He’s sitting there on the couch with a dull look on his face, nothing new frankly. The reflection of the television is flashing against his features, a slice of pizza in his hand as he mindlessly chewed on a bite he had taken. He looks over when you lock the door, giving you the usual head nod in acknowledgement. His work hat lay beside him, a box of the greasy food on his opposite side. You only grunt in response, your body finally beginning to register how exhausted you really were.

Your feet carry your body to the bathroom and you shower, hoping to wash off the entire day. Emerging later, you pour yourself a cup of whatever alcohol you managed to find and donning one of his shirts. You immediately take your seat next to him, sipping your drink and wincing slightly at the strength.

“Where’s Miss. Happy-Go-Lucky at? This cranky bitch just broke into my house.” Ah, yes. He always did have a way with words.

“Fuck off, Touya. Rough day,” you mumbled, just barely paying attention to some random episode of Family Guy.

He grunts softly in response, finishing his slice of pizza before standing. Taking his hat and the box, he leaves the room, coming back moments later to sit back down. He takes the cup out of your hand to steal a sip, giving it back right after.

“Just get a new job,” he murmured.

You scoff. “Like it’s that easy.”

“It could be if you-“

“I’m not letting you come in and kill anyone, dumbass. You’re on thin ice as it is.” Silence. He steals another sip and you click your tongue.

“Well?,” he continued.

“Well what?,” you ask in confusion.

“Go on cranky bitch, tell me what happened at work today.”

“This stupid asshole came in today-”

“There it is.”

“Shut up. So…”

Your voice drowned out the sound of the tv, the alcohol loosening you up as you described your day to him. He seemed uninterested, bored even as he stared at the floor, listening to you go on and on. Even if you were talking to the air, it didn’t matter, you knew he was listening.

“...So yeah. I hate people,” you finally finished, allowing a deep sigh to escape past your lips.

A chuckle. A genuine laugh escaped his mouth.

“What are you laughing at?”

“Nothing. I just find it funny how you say you hate people.”

You knock back the rest of your drink and open your mouth to complain but your lips are being covered by his, a hand on your waist and the other tugging on your hair. When he pulls back you can only meet his eyes in half hearted irritation, having half a mind to pout.

“Quit complaining already, you cranky bitch. Give me the annoying cuddly one back.”

“Whatever,” you mumbled, though in the light of the tv, your cheeks grew warm.

You scoot closer to lay your head on his chest, legs curled up under you and a hand playing with a strand of his freshly dyed, black hair. One of his hands rests on your side, rubbing your thigh with a slightly heated hand.

“Can’t believe you ate your job’s pizza.”

“Well I made it. And it was free.”

“You stole it, didn’t you?”

“Don’t ask questions you already know the answer to, Dollface.”

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<3 -leyley

#mha dabi #mha #mha x reader #dabi fluff #dabi x reader #drabble #bnha dabi #touya x reader #fic rec #fic ref #fanfiction #fanfic #fluff #bnha x reader #anime #bnha

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manicplank · 1 month

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The Color Pink (Part 2)

I know, I know, I took a long time to write part two. I haven't had much time or inspiration to actually get on my computer and write. With The Noise update out, my motivation is FILLED. Anyways, enjoy. This one is longer than the last one. Sorry not sorry.

A loud, rhythmic beeping began at the crack of dawn. Hazel had already pressed snooze a couple of times. She grumbled in annoyance as she realized it was time to wake up for the day. Once again, she woke up hoping that today would be the day that The Noise came back to her cafe. She had been hoping that it'd that day since the moment he stepped out of the door. She crawled out of bed and began her morning routine. She brushed her teeth first then her hair. She splashed her face with cold water in an attempt to wake herself up faster. Then she got dressed in her favorite uniform; the pretty pink bunny mask, a matching color of overalls over a white shirt, and her absolute favorite red heels. She sighed before she headed off into the morning.

The Slum was always so humid. Somehow, it only added extra tension to the air. She walked through it daily to get to her cafe. She was always so paranoid as she clutched her purse tightly to her chest. Sometimes, some of the shrimp and pigs from The Pig City would wander around. Occasionally, there's violence. She was thinking about going to Pizzaface soon and asking for a different location. She was grateful to have a cafe, but she was starting to get sick of the location. As she approached her cafe, she saw a shrimp hanging outside of the door. They made eye contact, and she stopped in her tracks. "Hey, there," he spoke. "Don't worry, I ain't gonna hurt'cha. I just wanna buy a coffee that don't taste like pizza."

"Oh," she let out a nervous laugh. "Okay, um... Give me a minute or two to get it all started."

She unlocked the door and he followed her in. He sat down at the counter and watched her as she worked. Thankfully, she had a good close the night before and set herself up for the morning. The machines and pots were already clean. All she had to do was put in fresh filters and beans then brew. As the coffee brewed into the pot, the bell over the door rang. "Vigi," she greeted. The Vigilante stood at the door, squinting his eyes.

"Everything okay in here," he asked, seeing the shrimp.

"Oh, yeah, everything's fine. Just an extra early customer!"

"Well, alright."

The Vigilante slithered up to the counter and sat on the stool. "What can I get you, sir," she asked the shrimp. "Ehhh, lemme just get a coffee with milk n' sugar." She poured two mugs of coffee, one completely full and one three quarters full. She added milk and sugar to fill the one to the top then she handed each of them their cups. The Vigilante gave a slight glance to the shrimp, and the shrimp glanced back. "Don't worry, cheese man," the shrimp spoke and sipped his coffee. "I ain't got a warrant. You can keep mindin' yer business." The Vigilante let out a groan and turned back to Noisette.

"So," The Vigilante started, "The Noise come back here, yet?"

"No," she sighed. "I've been hoping, but I don't think he's coming back."

"What? Did he not like your coffee?"

"I don't know. He said he loved it, but... I thought he would've come back by now." She frowned a little, which The Vigilante saw.

"You said The Noise was in here," the shrimp man asked.

Noisette sighed again. "He was, but that was weeks ago..."

"You know, he's the one who told me to check this place out."

Her rabbit ears went straight. "Really? Wait, you know him?"

"Oh yeah, he's a big celebrity in The Pig City. Comes around every so often. He said sum'n about a cafe in The Slum having coffee that didn't taste like pizza."

"Huh..."

The day went by pretty quickly once the Pig City Police came in for their coffees. Once she was lost in her work, she also lost track of time. Noon finally hit, and it was time for her to start closing up. The cafe was empty, and people usually stopped coming around that time. She started taking the machines apart and cleaning them. She liked coming in to a clean cafe. It made it easier to start her day. She was elbow deep in dish water when the bell rang. It was him!

"Hey," The Noise was panting and out of breath. "I, uh, hope you're not closed."

"Are you okay," she asked.

"Yeah," he huffed, "I... Sorry, I sort of ran here hoping to get there in time, but it looks like I'm a bit too late."

"Actually, I haven't poured any of the coffee out. It might be a bit stale, though."

He walked over and sat at the counter. "That's fine," he cleared his throat, no longer breathing heavy. "I'm just taking lunch. It's been a rough day on set, and I need a pick-me-up."

"What can I get you?"

"Same as last time?"

"Uh..."

"..."

"I, uh... Don't remember."

"Oh! Right. It's been a while since I've been here, huh." He chuckled. "Iced coffee, shot of espresso, sweet cream with three sugar."

"I'm on it!"

She quickly prepared his coffee. She was a little shaky as her heart was fluttering. Her celebrity crush was there, again! Getting her coffee, AGAIN!! She was suddenly on top of the world. She poured it into a glass but stopped. "Wait," she turned to him, "was this for here or to go?" He smiled and laughed, seeing that she had already poured it. "I can stay if you don't mind." She smiled and gave him his coffee. "Of course, not." The two locked eyes for a good minute. She could've sworn that, for a second, she felt something between them. Then she realized that she'd been staring at him. She cleared her throat. "Sorry," she blushed, "I should keep closing up." She went back over to the sink and resumed washing dishes.

"I appreciate you talking about my business," she aired, still smiling.

"Oh... Wait, what," he inquired.

"A weird shrimp guy from The Pig City came in and told me you were talking about my coffee."

"Oh! Yeah, that. Heh... It's no big deal. I figured people should know that there's coffee in this place that doesn't taste like shit."

"Is pizza-flavored coffee really such a bad thing?"

"Uh, yeah! For me, at least. I hate pizza."

"WHAT?!"

"Yeah. I don't like pizza. I think it's disgusting. Just the smell of it makes me gag."

She finished washing dishes and dried off her hands. "You're crazy! Wait, sorry, I mean-"

He laughed. "You're not the first person to tell me that."

"No, no, I'm sorry!"

"Don't apologize, you're right!" He laughed again seeing how flustered she got. "Ehh, don't worry, I'm not mad at you." He sipped his coffee. "I like that you talk to me like I'm a person. Being a celebrity has its pros, but it also has a lot of cons. Being treated as a public figure is one of those cons."

She started to pour the old coffee down the drain and began to wash those, too. "You know, you're kind of different when you're not behind the T.V. screen."

"Well, duh. It's called acting."

She giggled. "I should've figured." She filled up a bucket with soapy water. She grabbed a rag and started wiping down the machines. "Being treated like a public figure... Is that what's making your day rough?"

"Not really. It's just..." He sighed deeply. "It's been one of those days, you know? It's one thing after another."

"I get that. Happens to all of us."

"Yeah. It especially sucks when you're carrying the weight of an entire T.V. franchise. Or a cafe." He looked at her and smiled.

She looked over at him and saw his smile. He winked at her, and she smiled as well, blushing. "Yeah," she chuckled, "running a company sucks at times. I mean, I'm sure your job is a lot harder than mine." She started wiping down the counters.

"Everybody's job is hard. I'm just... I keep blanking out and forgetting my lines. I can't seem to focus today. The director is on my ass for it. And to make it worse, a couple of our cameras are having issues. I'm hoping they call it a day early, but it's looking like we're gonna be working overtime." He stopped suddenly. "Sorry, I didn't mean to start rambling."

"That's okay." She looked at him and smiled. "I don't mind it. It helps to talk it out, sometimes."

"Yeah, but I have the tendency to talk and talk."

"Me, too! I can be super talkative, especially about the things I like!"

"Same here! Ha ha!" He suddenly seemed really excited. "I mean, there are times when I wish people would let me know when to stop. I don't always know. I can go on and on. That's why I get surprised sometimes when I can't remember my lines. But my memory is sort of... terrible."

"Mine, too! I swear, I would forget my own head if it weren't attached to my body!"

"Really? With a pretty face like that, it'd be hard to forget to put it on every day."

She giggled, she felt her face flush red. "Oh, gosh, um-" she cleared her throat. She noticed his glass was empty. "You want me to take it or refill it?"

"How're you gonna refill it when you already poured the coffee out for the day?"

"Oh, yeah... I can always make another pot."

"Nah, nah, don't do that for me. I should get going anyways. The cast is already frustrated with me. The last thing I need is to be late. Wait... What time even is it?"

"Oh! It's uh... One o'clock!"

"OH SHIT! I'M LATE AS HELL!" He got up and dashed out.

She giggled as the bell rang. She turned around, but the bell rang again. The Noise was back in a rush. "Sorry, toots! I forgot to pay!" He handed her $150 and ran off. "Keep the change," he shouted as he ran out the door again. "Wait, but," she tried to call out to him, but he was already gone. She was completely dumbfounded, she didn't even realize that he forgot to pay at first. She was so caught up in the fact that she just had a full and complete conversation with The Noise. At some point, she even thought he was flirting with her. She hoped that he could stay longer, but she knew he had to go. She sighed... She didn't want to get into her own head, but... She already thought she was in love.

#pizza tower #noise #the noise #noisette #fanfic #pizza tower fanfic #i spent way too much time on this #pink fic

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lets-see-how-quick-i-go-insane · 11 months

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hey erm genloss theory dump because people really liked the post i made abt sneegs hat

1. the other people on the show (the villains, victims, and villains henchmen) are all brainwashed but they’ve been at showfall media for longer and were brainwashed a long time ago so they don’t need masks unless they break free momentarily (like how sneeg did)

2. Ranboo isn’t brainwashed, on his mask we see at the back of Ranboo’s mask there’s a disk with the showfall media logo around the top of his neck, i think it’s going into his brain and controlling his movement as we occasionally see ranboo tap SOS with his hand and when the ashes fall over in the first episode he backs away from them and freaks out because the mask is being turned on, it also likely puts a filter over everything ranboo sees because of the connection to the brain in some way as he only sees the cameras once it gets turned off at the end of episode 2

3. the reason the hat temporarily broke Sneeg out of the mind control is because it was the same hat he wore in episode 1, the screen gets glitches when it shows up because Showfall media didn’t expect it to appear again, it also probably wasn’t covered in Charlies guts but instead the slime that was poured on it in episode 1

4. the reason you could pick everyone when voting who lives and who dies in episode 2 was because they were all going to die anyway

5. because we’ve established that showfall media has a tendency to censor things, i think Frank is a corpse they’ve just been lugging around with them but the censor makes it look like a halloween decoration, they probably didn’t have enough time to get another actor and brainwash them, so they used the filter on this dead body to make it a plastic skeleton, when showfall media saw how people really liked frank in episode 1 they brought him back for episode 2

6. i unfortunately wasn’t paying attention when Niki died because i was funnily enough looking for a good photo of her to make my twitter layout themed around her genloss character lmao, but from the clips i’ve seen she was shot by Jerma, survived, and then shot again, i think the first shot actually knocked her out of the mind control, i don’t have evidence for this but we know that Jerma was possibly a little bit aware because of the tape he made incase he died that he left for Ranboo, when Jerma goes to shoot Niki again he apologizes before shooting which could possibly mean he realized she was no longer mind controlled

7. because i said the mask is connected to his brain i feel like in episode 3 the mask is going to come off (this could be Ranboo’s face reveal but like, don’t get ur hopes up) but it will end up killing him, this is also backed up by the fact that on Ranboo’s tumblr he said that episode 3 is going to leave us with a feeling of dread

#genloss #generation loss #generation loss theory #generation loss spoilers

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neurotypical-sonic · 1 year

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@lizard-spams-your-dash-too prompted Shadow and Sonic learn how to use a blender together

also on ao3

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This isn’t like the blender Rouge owns, or like the one in the G.U.N. breakroom. It seems mismatched, but exactly how, Shadow can’t tell. He’s never seen a simple kitchen appliance look so… complicated.

He’s been trying to branch out, try new things. It’s why he’s here, in Tails’ workshop in Mystic Ruins despite the fact that it’s hot and humid and that he doesn’t even need to be here. Omega wanted to discuss some things with the fox. Rouge suggested he accompany them. Shadow wants to be anywhere but here, but Rouge had that look about her, the one that usually preceded her pushing his buttons just to see him snap, so here he is, in Tails’ small, rag-tag kitchen.

Muffled conversation filters through the walls of the workshop as he holds the blender up, twisting it this way and that. It has more buttons than what he thinks is necessary, and none of them are labeled.

A crash comes from the other room, and Shadow flicks an ear as the voices rise for a few seconds, before a door opens and slams shut. A single set of footsteps walk towards the kitchen, and Shadow resists the urge to groan, instead setting the blender back on the counter, grabbing his bag of coffee beans and pouring some into the blender’s cup.

“Shadow, hey!” Sonic calls out, sounding happily surprised, as if they hadn’t seen each other ten minutes ago. “Whatcha doing?”

“What does it look like I’m trying to do?” He snaps. “Why aren’t you with the others?”

“I got kicked out!” He says it as if it’s an achievement, swinging himself up onto the countertop, kicking his legs like a kid. Shadow shuffles to put more space between them, but Sonic doesn't get the hint as he leans closer to peer into the blender. "Making something?"

"No," he answers automatically, and Sonic just raises a brow in response. "Fine. Yes. Coffee."

"Yeah, makes sense," Sonic says, leaning back again, and Shadow bristles - what is that supposed to mean? "Well, don't let me stop you."

An awkward pause settles over them as Shadow stares at the blender and Sonic stares at Shadow.

“...this is different from the blender I normally use.”

Sonic laughs. “Yeah, Tails probably modified it.” He picks the blender up, turning it around in his hands. “I don’t think I’ve seen this one before, but it looks normal enough? If he's left it in the kitchen it should be fine to use for food."

Shadow very suddenly isn't sure if he wants to use it anymore. He wants his coffee beans back.

"Give that back," he says, making a grab for it, but Sonic twists out of his way. The coffee beans rattle against each other as he jumps down from the counter.

"I think I got how to turn it, you just kinda-" He slams a hand on top of the lip, pushing down hard enough that the plastic of the cup starts to buckle. Shadow catches his wrist before he can start poking at random buttons.

“What are you doing? Leave it-”

“You said you wanted help, so I’m helping!”

“I did not ask for help.” Shadow tries to shove him away, but Sonic stubbornly stays hunched over the machine. “Give me my coffee back.”

Sonic snorts. “I’m just turning it on, then you can have your nasty-”

Shadow shoves him again, and this time Sonic shoves back, slapping his hands away and going back to jamming down random buttons. Shadow snarls and grabs the blender by its base, dragging it back towards himself, but Sonic refuses to let go.

“Get out of the way-”

“No, just let me-”

Something clicks, and the machine roars to life.

Shadow flinches back, startled by the sudden, surprisingly aggressively loud noise, but he still has his hand hooked around the handle. The blender jerks, almost toppling, and Sonic frantically makes a grab for it.

He smacks it away from the edge of the counter, and it clatters back and hits the wall instead. The cup’s knocked loose, and the blender starts shuddering apart, the grinding noise raising to a painful shriek. Sonic shouts as it starts to cough up grounded coffee, throwing out his hands like he wants to smother the machine.

Shadow yanks the plug from the power point. The noise dies.

Finely grounded coffee coats almost every surface - the counter, the walls, themselves. A small handful remains in the cup of the blender, laying on its side pathetically. The kitchen seems deathly silent; Shadow can almost hear his heart beat in his chest.

“Well!” Sonic says, taking a step back and clapping his hands together. Coffee falls from his gloves like dust. “That didn’t go too bad!”

Shadow glares at him.

“No, seriously! There’s still some in the cup - you can get at least one drink out of that. Here, I’ll grab the milk and ice-”

“Why would I want milk and ice?”

#shrugs. I tried #sonic #shadow #sonic&shadow #myfic #fic posting #sonicposting #egg.txt

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amaiguri · 4 months

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It is once more WBW! What is an “unappreciated detail” of your world that you feel deserves more attention?

@zebee-nyx I want you to know I love you and appreciate your questions, even when I don't answer them on time. Thank you!

You know what people don't appreciate enough in worldbuilding general? Or in real life geopolitics? FOOD. Omg, I wrote like a 4000 word essay about food for work one day -- all the sources all at my fingertips lolol. But instead of me recreating it... here's the first worldbuilding post I did of this year:

How to Make Mass-Make Ethical Coffee in World without Coffee Beans

You need:

- A fistful of mushroom powder (ground from dried dehydrated/salted mushrooms)

- A foot-long branch of pine needles (not fur!)

- A pot of water

- (Optional) Honey

- (Optional) Milk or Cream

Step 1: Remove pine needles from the branch. Rinse if necessary and remove the needle sheathes if you can (also not necessary).

Step 2: Bring water to a boil.

Step 3: Remove the water from heat and put the pine needles in. Let sit until desired pine-tea strength.

Step 4: Pour powder into the top of the coffee pot -- where the filter will keep it from falling through to the belly below.

If you do not have a special coffee pot, a hang the powder in a cheesecloth above a cauldron.

Suspending the coffee above the part you will drink will reduce potential unpleasant after tastes, as well as filter out any impurities from the ingredients.

Step 5: Bring the pine tea back to a boil. Immediately remove and pour the pine tea over the mushroom powder in a circular motion. Let the coffee begin to brew and drain into the belly or cauldron slowly. With a cauldron, you may have to do this multiple times to get the desired taste -- pouring the coffee back and forther between cauldrons.

Step 6: (Optional) Bring the milk or cream o a simmer with the honey and whisk until frothy. Whisk this mixture into the coffee and serve. Alternatively, just pour the yummy additions into your drink directly. We don't judge!

Step 7: Depending on the saltiness of the mushrooms, another pinch of salt may be added to bring out the flavor. Drink and enjoy!

#fantasy food #fantasy culture #fantasy recipe #recipe #writeblr #food #coffee #worldbuilding #amai answers #yssaia #amaiguri

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The Devil And The Deep Blue Sea | Part Two

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Summary: An attack on Arthur’s imprisoned brother Orm leaves him with no choice but to rely upon you, a friend made due to unfortunate circumstances nearly a decade ago, to provide safe haven while he restores peace to Atlantis. Suddenly tasked with sheltering a sullen former king results in a very different summer vacation than you had originally envisioned, but changes both of your lives forever.

Warnings: Interpersonal Conflict, Orm Is Self-Righteous, Reader Is Tired

Word Count: 2174

When you woke the next morning, the sun filtered through the gaps in your curtains. You stretched slowly, everything peaceful until your brain filled with the events of yesterday. You sat up fully…right…your gaze went over to the door thinking about your unexpected guest. You shoved the covers off your body and slid out of bed, grabbing a pair of shorts and a top. You dressed and managed your hair before opening the curtains.

You winced and blinked furiously into the bright of day before your eyes adjusted and focused on the figure standing at the end of the dock. You couldn’t tell what he was looking at, could only imagine what was going through his mind. Surely, he must be feeling utterly displaced so far from the ocean. With a sigh, you turned and headed toward the kitchen to start thinking about breakfast.

Meat did not seem to suit his palate…maybe some eggs instead? You really needed to make a point of finding out what food he would eat. You looked up as the door opened and he stepped back in. He must have heard you up and about.

“Good morning” You smiled warmly, trying to keep your tone understated in respect of what he’d recently been through. “Are you interested in some breakfast?”

His reply was a nod as he assumed the same chair he sat in the previous evening.

“May I ask what kind of food you like?” You leaned your back against the counter as you faced him.

“I do not know much of human food.” He commented. “But in Atlantis we eat a lot of fish, shellfish, kelp, and things of that nature.”

“Of course, that makes a lot of sense. I’ll make a trip into town to get some more food today, I really only packed for one, and I’m sure you’ll be wanting some clothes and things. Would you be open to trying some eggs for breakfast?”

He nodded again and you wondered if he was usually this quiet or if pain and circumstance had taken his voice.

“Ok, breakfast will be ready in about twenty minutes. I’ll make what I normally would, and don’t worry about offending me if you don’t like any of it.” You shrugged, it would be better once you’d shopped but at this moment you were stuck with what was at hand…and your mutual unfamiliarity with each other’s culture.

You scrambled the eggs; that seemed safest as yolks could be a controversial texture and made toast. You washed some strawberries and took out the hulls, the prevent any confusion, and sliced an apple. He watched as you boiled a kettle of water and poured it into a tea pot with tea bags. His eyes followed your every move, in fact, as you laid out plates and cutlery, milk and sugar for the tea, and at last the food. You filled two mugs with the steeped tea and brought them to the table, sitting at last.

As you served some of each item onto his plate, you explained what it was and then talked him through the ketchup you put on your eggs, the spread you put on your toast, and the milk and sugar you put in your tea. Then you respectfully left him to make his own decisions and started eating.

He took a sip of the tea without anything in it and made a slight face. He considered both the milk and the sugar before adding a sprinkling of the sugar and sipped again. He gave a single nod and moved onto the next thing. The eggs. His approach was so methodical…almost scientific. You bit your cheek to remind yourself not to let on how adorable it was. He ended up eating the eggs plain, demolished most of the fruit, and had peanut butter on his toast.

He looked to you as he finished his plate. “That was quite tolerable.”

You blinked a little, not exactly sure how to take it but decided it was all-in-all fairly positive.

“I am glad to hear it.” You collected the plates to the counter before returning to the table with a pad of paper and a pen. “So, we definitely need more fruits, vegetables, eggs…and I will get some clothes for you as well. I doubt anyone here knows where your outfit originated but it is obviously a more advanced technology than we have for swim wear.” You wrote out the list as you spoke before looking to him. “Have I missed anything?”

He shook his head silently.

You bit you lip in thought, adding a few things to the list before you felt like everything was covered. “I will leave you here, it’s a bit of a trek. I’ll show you what you might like to eat if you get hungry while I’m gone?”

He stood to follow you, leaning in as you opened the fridge. You pointed out some cold cuts, left over chicken from your first night at the cabin, and showed him where the fruits and veggies were.

“I’ll just do these dishes and be on my way. Any other questions?”

He shook his head again and sat back at the table.

“You’re welcome to sit wherever you wish, please make yourself at home.” You smiled hopefully before quickly doing the dishes. You grabbed your purse and a cooler bag before turning to him.

“I should be back in about four hours or so. If you need anything...” You trailed off not exactly sure what to say. Asking the neighbours was not a good idea, telling him to give you a call would be utterly unfamiliar to him…

“I will be fine, and here when you return” His voice cut through your inner musings, and you nodded with a smile.

“Great, see you shortly.” You replied.

Heading down to the dock, you grabbed a lifejacket out of the boat house, before hopping into the motorboat tied up alongside the dock. It was a simple sixteen-foot aluminum boat with outboard motor, but out here it was a crucial piece of transport. You checked the gas levels and started the engine, leaving it in neutral while you untied the bow and stern, stowing the ropes inside the boat. You looked up at the cabin to see him watching you from the veranda. You gave a wave. He did not wave back. You pushed off from the dock before easing into reverse. Once you’d cleared the dock, you pointed the bow to the west and took off towards the parking lot where your car waited for you.

The boat ride took about ten minutes, and it was easy to find a spot to tie up for the day while you ran your errands in town. You climbed into your car, chuckling to yourself as you had not expected to be back in it so soon, and headed off down the gravel road. It turned into highway after thirty minutes and within another fifteen you were in town.

You headed to a big box store to pick up as much as possible in one place. You started by stocking up on the produce he so obviously enjoyed, along with what seemed to be the nicest fish they had on offer. You also found some kelp and wakame, a Japanese seaweed apparently. You paused at the meat alternative section and shrugged before grabbing some tofu…maybe that would be to his liking…and rounded out the groceries with more eggs as they were ‘tolerable’.

You then headed to the pharmacy section and pondered over the kinds of things men used…you ended up buying a toothbrush, a good quality razor (though who knew if he needed to shave? Arthur did so there was a good chance…), shaving cream, body soap, and deodorant – all with the least offensive scent you could find. You also bought more first aid supplies to replace those he had used.

The last stop on your shopping tour was the clothing section. You guessed his size and picked up two pairs of shorts, a pair of pants, several tops with short and long sleeves, sleep shorts and shirts, a rain jacket, a bathing suit, sandals, runners, socks, and then you came to the underwear. Based on the way the suit fit Orm’s body, you guessed he would be a briefs man…Great you were blushing now. In the middle of a big box store. Staring at men’s underwear. You grabbed two of the three-packs quickly and vacated the aisle before anyone could witness your shame.

The bill was not small, but you had no hesitation when the ‘tap to pay’ popped up on the payment system screen. This was all the help Arthur and his brother. You tapped your credit card, relieved to hear the payment accepted chirp, and carried your bags out to the car. As you finished loading the trunk, you took a pause to take your phone off airplane mode and ensure you hadn’t missed anything important. There was a message from an unknown number, time stamped to the day before.

I need your help. I will be there soon.

Arthur…the man was constantly jumping into the ocean, destroying his cellphones so often that you never had his latest number saved. You shook your head a little as that was clearly meant to have arrived before he and Orm leapt onto the end of your dock yesterday.

It was well past lunch when you were headed back, so you grabbed a meal from the drive thru and polished it off happily as you drove back to the main dock.

By the time you parked and hauled everything to the boat, the energy you’d been expending over the last twenty-four hours caught up with you. You were tired. Just a little bit more effort and you’d be back at the cottage. You crossed the lake easily and pulled up to the dock. He was not there to greet you, but you had managed a solo docking many times. You easily tied up the boat and collected the bags, hauling them up to the cottage. He was not waiting at the door either. You juggled the bags and managed to get the door open.

You stepped in to find him sitting at the table again and may have let an exasperated sigh slip. Setting the bags on the table, you looked to him.

“Can you please look these things over and let me know what you think?”

All you wanted was to get a glass of water and take a break. This was supposed to be your vacation, after all. You filled a glass of water and went to sit across from him, taking a grateful sip. He had a pile of food unpacked on the table to his left, and was examining the fish closely, reading the packaging.

“This is all from commercial fishing.” He said coldly.

You blinked and looked to him. “I only bought wild caught, I promise.”

He raised his gaze to yours and for the first time you actually saw an emotion there. It was anger. You tried not to bristle. You’d just gone above and beyond to get this for him.

“Any fish caught by commercial fishing is unacceptable. I will not eat it.” He tossed it to his right, carelessly.

You set down your glass with a bit more of a thud than you would have liked.

“I am very sorry to hear that as that is all I am able to purchase for you out here…” Your left hand was clenched into a ball against your thigh under the table. Stay. Calm.

“You will just have to do better. Your kind is so oblivious to the suffering your convenience causes throughout the oceans. As long as it’s fast and cheap, the cost paid by the inhabitants of the sea is not your problem. Out of sight, out of mind. You’re all the same.” He scoffed coldly in the haughtiest tone you had ever had the misfortune to hear.

You clenched your teeth, lips pressed into a thin line. Not only had he never once expressed gratitude for what you had been doing for him since he set foot on your dock…now he was generalizing with his prejudice against the surface. You took a deep breath and stood.

“I will not engage with you when you speak like that. You are displaced and angry – justifiably so. But I will not tolerate being spoken to in that manner, especially as I am doing everything I can to help you after you were delivered to me unannounced. I am going for a walk. I will be back when I am able to have an actual conversation with you about this.” Your words were short, but you were quite proud to have kept your tone even…and to have contained the waiver in your voice.

Stepping into your shoes, you headed out the door, pulling it closed firmly behind you. You did not chance a look back at his stunned face.

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#orm x reader #orm marius x reader #orm imagine #orm fic #orm marius imagine #orm marius fic #ocean master x reader

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michelleleewise · 2 years

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Secrets......

Pairing: Loki x plus-size reader

Warnings: self esteem issues, self deprecating behavior, swearing

Summary: you work hard to keep your Cafe afloat, but with its challenges come rewards.

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You woke before the sun, stretching and needing coffee. "No one should be awake at four in the morning." You sighed to yourself, tossing the covers aside and dragging yourself up. You put coffee on so it could brew while you showered. You toweled yourself off, eyeing the scale in the corner of the bathroom. Your ex had gotten for you, saying "it will remind you to be healthy." You rolled your eyes at the memory. You were admittedly bigger then most women, you always had been, you don't have an hour glass figure, a flat stomach or a tiny waste. You had wide hips, your thighs touched, and you had a hard time finding bras that were big enough. You fought hard to love yourself, accepting long ago that you would probably never find a man who would, so you carried on.

You got dressed heading to the kitchen, seeing your sister grabbing herself a cup. "Morning" you said as she growled at you "love you too sis." You laughed grabbing your cup. "Your lucky I love you or I'd run away." She said looking at you over her cup. "Well I'm glad you decided to stay." You said pouring yourself a cup. "I should be done by about five today if you have plans." You said grabbing your keys and purse. "When do I ever have plans?" She asked looking at you "I don't know, maybe you have a hot date." You wiggled your eyebrows at her as she laughed loudly "no, I've sworn off men." She said returning to her cup. "Well they've sworn me off, so serves them right." You laughed as she glared at you. "Sorry, just a joke." You put your hands up. "Tell her I love her and I'll see her later." I said opening the door "i will" you heard as you closed the door.

You made it to your shop, it took you years to save the money to open it, but Sweet Cravings was your dream come true. You looked around like you did every morning, taking everything in. Culinary school was a nightmare but you survived and thrived. You looked at your phone seeing it was almost five and flipped the ovens on, and began prepping. The employees started filtering in about seven, helping you finish the mornings baking, filling the cases and opening the store. You were sufficiently covered in flour and sugar by noon. You were putting the finishing touches on a cheescake that had just settled when the girl working the counter came back "Hey y/n, there's someone here to see you." She smiled "who is it?" You asked, not looking up as you drizzled the cherry sauce on top. "I didn't get his name, but he's hot." She smiled fanning herself. You laughed to yourself knowing exactly who it was.

You threw your towel over your shoulder and walked out to the front "Hey doll, how are you?" He smiled and winked "Bucky Barnes, what are you doing here?" You asked, walking around the counter to hug him. "Came to see you of course." He smiled as he released you. "Mmm you sure it's not the cheecake you came to see?" You squinted at him. "That hurts doll." He said putting his hand on his heart. "I'm meeting someone here, I finally convinced him to come out of his cave." He sighed looking at the case full of treats. "If this recluse is anything like you I'm in trouble." You laughed going behind he counter handing him a macaroon. "What's that supposed to mean?" He asked putting the whole thing in his mouth. You laughed "James, You would eat me out if inventory if I let you." You smiled.

You could see He was thinking of some witty retort when the bell on the door rang. Your smile fell as you saw the man walk in. The curls in his long raven hair bounced as he walked, his cheekbones and jaw looked like they had been sculpted, he had a deep green button up on, sleeves rolled up to his elbows and was tucked into black dress pants, with shiny black shoes. His eyes met yours, you were entranced by the dark emeralds that looked back at you. "Hey doll." Bucky said snapping you back to reality "what, sorry." You shook your head. "This is who I told you about, y/n Loki, Loki y/n, she owns the Cafe." Bucky said pointing to the tall man. You held your hand out to shake his but he turned it, placing a kiss on the back of your hand. "Sorry, I'm covered in sugar." You laughed nervously as he smiled. "You two go sit down, I just finished something special." You winked and headed to the back.

You took a deep breath, grabbing two small plates, cutting the cheescake you just finished. "Hey sarah, would you get Bucky and his guest something to drink please." You called out. "I sure will." She smiled as she walked out to them making you laugh. You plated the cheescake, adding a bit of whipped cream to each one, and headed to Bucky's table. "You'll have to tell me what you think, it's a new recipe I came up with." You looked at them smiling. "You can't make anything bad doll." Bucky winked as Sarah brought their drinks. "Well, I'll leave you alone, enjoy." You smiled making your way back to the counter. You watched as they talked and Loki took a bite, closing his eyes and titling his head back, you blushed at the thoughts that ran through your mind, and hurried to the back.

You finished filling the cases, wiping your face with your towel as Bucky and Loki walked up "doll, that was amazing!" He emphasized as she kissed his fingers and threw them in the air. You laughed at his "chefs kiss" reference "well thank you Bucky, and what did you think Loki?" You asked leaning on the counter "it was simply divine, I will definitely be returning." He smiled. "Thank you, I'm glad to hear it." You smiled. You felt his eyes on you as you talked to Bucky "Well you two are more then welcome whenever you would like." You smiled, seeing Loki watching you you looked down feeling your cheeks heat up. "Talk you later doll." He said hugging you. "Until next time lady y/n" Loki said, kissing your hand again. He really was something else.

You made it home, dragging yourself up the steps. Opening the door your were instantly attacked "mommy! I missed you!" Emma said latching onto your leg. You picked her up hugging her "I missed you too! How was my angel today?" You asked walking towards the couch. "I was good mommy, I promise." She smiled. "Why do four year Olds have so much energy?" You heard your sister in the kitchen. "Because they siphon it out of us." You called out hearing her laugh. "Come on angel, let's get ready for dinner." You picked her up heading to the bathroom. You ate dinner and told Emma to get ready for bed. "Thank you again for everything Mel, I don't know what I would do without you." You sighed "what are sisters for? I'll always be here" she smiled hugging you.

You made your way to Emma's room "which book are we reading tonight?" You smiled walking to the bookshelf. "The one with the prince." She smiled. "Very specific." You laughed "hoooww abooout this one." You grabbed it sitting on the bed. As you read how the Prince swept the princess off her feet Emma interrupted "mommy, when is your prince gonna show up?" She looked at you with her big brown eyes "angel, mommy isn't a princess, so no prince's are coming to whisk me away." You said pushing her hair back. "Yes you are mommy, your prince will show up, you'll see." She smiled snuggling closer to you. You finished the story, seeing her asleep and slowly moved to prop her on her pillow. You turned off her light, making it to your room, you showered and climbed into bed. Maybe Emma was right and someday your prince would come, but you didn't have your hopes up...

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@vbecker10 @lokisprettygirl22 @mcufan72 @midnights-ramblings @sonatabee @catalina712 @cabingrlandrandomcrap

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heroofshield · 3 months

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#9 for anna & james

Write about your ship getting dressed up in fancy outfits together.

@anderfels

"You sure they won't be there when we arrive?" Anna called out from the bathroom as James pulled on the dress shirt and started buttoning it up.

"I'm sure. Alenko said he's going to keep the Admiral busy until at least seven. That's plenty of time."

Finishing applying her eyeliner, Anna gave her make-up a once over before gently brushing away a smudge. Satisfied, she cleaned up the counter before adjusting her outfit to make sure everything wasn't twisted up.

James turned as the door to the bathroom opened and broke into a smile, seeing Anna in the black jumpsuit with a slit up the leg and silver straps to highlight the top. "You clean up pretty good." he said, circling an arm around her waist as she passed by to draw her closer to him. His hand brushed against the silver fabric and felt how rough it was, flecks of glitter sticking to his palm.

"I just did my make-up." Anna playfully leaned away from him and turned her head so James couldn't kiss her. She took a few steps towards the door before pausing and giving him a once over. "You look pretty fancy yourself."

"I do know how to clean up." James said as he followed her out of the room and toward the closet where their coats were.

Soon they were stepping out of the cab and walking up the stone path that led to the Admiral's house. James let Anna go in first, pressing a light hand against the small of her back as they walked over the threshold. Taking off his jacket, he took Anna's and went to put them away in the hall closet that Kaidan said they could store them in. Walking back into the living room, he saw that Anna was already going through the bottles that had arrived along with the makeshift bar-tending station. "Anything you need me to do before I help start setting up?" he asked as the door opened again and the voices of more Normandy crew members filtered down the hall.

"Ice." Anna replied, placing two ice buckets on the countertop.

"Yes ma'am." James smiled before grabbing the buckets. When he returned Anna was pouring something into a glass. "What's that?" he asked, eyes on the blue and purple liquid.

"Galaxy lemonade and vodka." Anna replied, putting some ice in the drink before setting the glass in front of James. "It's just butterfly pea powder with some purple syrup, lemonade, and vodka. Tell me what you think."

James looked at the glass and looked at the blue and purple swirls for a moment before taking a sip. "That's pretty damn good."

"Good enough for Admiral Shepard's wedding though?" Anna rested her arms on the bartop, still not sure that it was the right drink for the evening.

"She'll love it, trust me." James took another sip while giving Anna wink before setting it down and going to help Garrus and Treynor move furniture and set up chairs.

Anna watched James walk away and tried to push away the gnawing anxiety that she'd had ever since he'd told her about the Admiral's wedding. Taking a deep breath, she shoved the feeling down and focused on finishing up organizing the bar for the party afterwards.

#don't worry things'll work out #this is only part of a larger chapter that I'm slowly working on #anonymous #mass effect #james vega #annabel ryder #vega/ryder #fanfic #my writing #better version of me

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~The Price~Chapter 1~

Patrons in The Drunken Wench were loud and rowdy as a fight broke out and the bouncers had to not only break up the fight, but call the cops once it got too out of hand for them to control. The red and blues flashed outside and the guilty parties tried to scatter, but they were all soon taken down and to jail for trying to incite a riot. Once everything calmed down and the bar was more or less back to how it was, one of the barmaids slipped around and began sweeping through the establishment, fixing chairs, cleaning up glass and clearing off tables.

Thatcher eased past the straggling bar fighters as the cops dragged them out, patting the bouncers on the back with a light smirk. He chuckled as he and his bodyguards shuffled in, then the men behind him dispersed to different corners of the room, while Thatcher went straight to the bar and slid onto a stool. He swept his gaze over the talent they had behind the bar for the night, noting one new face as she slipped back, tossing the broken glass in her dustpan and putting it, along with the broom, away before washing her hands and jumping back in line to take orders.

He kept an eye on her as she inched her way down, not giving any of the other barmaids any attention as they attempted to take his drink order. He watched her curls bounce around, long enough to just spill over her shoulders in a deep, rich chocolate brown color that glinted red when she walked under the lights. Her green eyes sparkled as she smiled at the patrons she mixed drinks for and her laugh floated down to him; Loud, light, and hearty.

As she approached him, wiping down the bar and quickly mixing drinks, Thatcher’s piercing green gaze poured into her as she finally slid in front of him and she lifted her head from wiping, flashing him a bright, sweet smile. Thatcher returned it as she said, “Hi. Welcome to The Drunken Wench. What can I get you?”

“Whiskey double. Shaken. Neat.” Thatcher said, watching her face as it remained neutral, but her sweet smile stuck. She gave a nod, then gestured to the wall behind her as she said, “Do you have a preference? We have Crowne, Jameson, or Rye?”

Thatcher nodded and briefly held up three fingers before he pulled out a gold plated, rectangular container, flipping it open to pull out a cigarette from a line. The woman arched a brow at him, then turned to grab a bottle of rye whiskey and glass. She turned back to set the glass on the bar, then poured about two shots worth into a metal cup, then scooped ice into it before she capped the cup and began to shake it. As Thatcher sparked up his lighter, watching her, he was impressed that she didn��t ask any extra questions about his order and got it right, to boot.

Taking a drag from his cigarette, he watched her take the cap off then slide a filter over the top before turning it upside down over the glass. She dunked both instruments into soapy water before setting them on a rubber mat to dry. As Thatcher reached for the glass, she slid back over as she asked, “Did you want to open a tab, sir?”

“No, just the double, darlin’. Thank you. Keep the change.” Thatcher said, producing a $100 bill from the inside breast pocket of his jacket and handing it to her, between two fingers. She blinked as she reached for it, freezing when the last part registered. His smirk lifted, slightly, and tilted his fingers toward her more for her to take it.

“Th-Thank you.” She said, stunned, taking the money. She stared at him for a moment, then cleared her throat as she turned away to put the ticket into the register and close him out. Thatcher took another drag then a sip of his whiskey, watching her as she broke the $100, taking 4 $20’s as change then pulled out a blue rubber bag, unzipping it. Thatcher saw the name ‘Taddie’ scrawled across it and she tucked a $20 into it, then pulled out three more, all with the names of the other barmaids on them, tucking the remaining $20’s into their bags, zipping them all and putting them back under the register when she was done. She took the remaining 5 of his change and stuffed it into the communal tip jar. Giving a nod, Thatcher downed half the glass of whiskey before taking another drag and sitting back as he cast a glance back to one of his bodyguards and giving him a nod. The man nodded back and zeroed in on the woman as he moved from his position in the corner, to the bar to grab her attention for a drink.

Thatcher wathed his man give her a polite smile and strike up a conversation with her as she made his drink. An excited, happy smile spread across her face as she happily responded to whatever it was he had said, pausing in the mixing of his drink as they locked in a quick, deep conversation, then she immediately picked up her pace again, finishing the drink and setting it on the bar for him. He handed her a card that she quickly ran, coming back with his card, the receipt and a pen for him to sign. They continued to talk as the man signed and handed the pen and receipt back, giving her a wide, flirtatious smile, to which she responded with a less than matching, polite smile, quickly moving on. Thatcher chuckled and nodded at his bodyguard as he went back to his spot, sipping on the drink.

The woman slowly made her way back down to Thatcher and he downed the rest of his drink, stamping out his cigarette in the ashtray beside him. She moved in front of him and spotted his empty glass, then reached for the bottle again as she said, “Another double for you?”

“I’m good, darlin’. Thank you.” Thatcher said, giving her a once over as her back was turned and he smirked to himself. She turned back and raised a brow, slightly, than nodded, giving him a sweet smile, moving on as she said, “Have a good night, sir.”

Thatcher smirked and pulled another $20 from his pocket, slipping it under his glass before he turned from the counter and slipped out of his chair, nodding at his men. They all abandoned their spots, converging at the front door, two walking out as their heads whipped around, while the other two stood by the door with the bouncers, waiting for Thatcher. They walked out and Taddie lifted her gaze from the drink she was mixing, watching the men file out. She shook her head with a soft sigh and pasted on a smile as she handed two drinks off, then began wiping down the bar where it was empty. She made her way back up to Thatcher’s empty seat and grabbed the glass, then stopped as she stared at the $20 he’d left as her tip.

Taddie picked it up and blinked, utterly confused. The man handed her a $100 bill for a $15 shot, telling her to keep the rest of the $85 as her tip, then left her another $20 tip on the same drink. Whether it was some weird, new flirting tactic she wasn’t aware of or the man was ridiculously rich and just wanted to throw it around, she wasn’t about to turn it down as she desperately needed the cash, which was the whole reason she took the bartending job in the first place. She would take the flirty, drunken men and the half ass passes they tried to make at her if it meant close to $300 nights in tips. Stuffing the bill into her bra, she dunked the glass into the disinfectant water, then set it on the rubber mat to dry.

As she went to the register to run a few cards, one of the other girls slunk up to her, gripping her arm with a wide eyed stare. Taddie glanced at her then snickered as she shook her head and said, “What’s the look for, Ash? Who’s the hottie you’re after now?”

“Not me-You, bitch! You have no idea who that even was you were serving, do you?” Ash asked, leaning one hand on the counter, planting the other on her hip. Taddie chuckled and gave a shrug, glancing up at the perky blonde as her blue eyes sparkled with excitement.

“No? Just some guy? Loaded, by the way he’s throwing around hundred’s like they’re ones…Why? Who is he? Some hotshot Wall Street banker or something?” Taddie asked as she closed out tabs and waited for receipts. Ash tsk’d at her and sighed, shaking her head as she said, “You’ve heard of the Price family? The Swedish Mafia family?”

“Oh, please. I’ve heard those rumors. If this bar was owned by the mob, I think they’d do better--They don’t want cops crawling all over the place.” Taddie said with a soft, disbelieving laugh. Ash gave her a look and said, “Alright, you’re new to Virginia, especially Roanoke. The mob is very present here, but the Swedes do a very good job of hiding themselves.”

“I thought you hated the mob in Roanoke?” Taddie asked, giving her a look. Ash gave a shrug and said, “I’m not gonna lie and say they aren’t attractive. They’re good to look at. ‘Bout it.”

“Okay, so who is he? The head honcho? The son? The cousin? The best friend? What, Ash?” Taddie asked, going along with her friend, though she very much did not believe her.

“He’s Thatcher Price. The youngest. He has like 6 brothers that are all in the business. Thatcher is the rebel, likes to bullshit around town, plays in a band-”

“He plays in a band? Mr. All Black, Fancy Cuff Links and Silver Chain? Yeah, I caught that, by the way.” Taddie said, shooting her friend a look and raising her brow. Ash smirked and let out a soft, swoon sounding sigh.

“Yeah, they all look real good when they clean up…Um, no-Really, he’s in a heavy metal band and his father hates it. Loathes when he goes on gigs and shit. He zeroed in on you, Tads. I’d keep an eye out. The Price brothers are a little rough with their women. I dunno about Thatcher? But he might not be completely the black sheep he’s made himself out to be…Just be careful, okay?” Ash said, giving her a firm look as Taddie grabbed her receipts and a few pens, nodding along.

“Ash, you’ve seen me handle myself. I don’t think a spoiled, little rich boy is gonna be able to shake me.” Taddie said with a soft laugh, giving Ash a bubbly smile and wrinkled her nose at her before flitting away to hand back cards.

Over the next several months, Thatcher made frequent stops to The Drunken Wench when Taddie was working. With one of his brothers taking it over from their father 4 years prior, Thatcher was able to get a hold of her schedule, even tweaked it once or twice to give her a few days off when he found she needed it, other times to coincide with when he’d come back into town after being dragged on a business trip. While he wanted to talk to Taddie himself, he was more interested in how she interacted with his bodyguards and his other friends he sent over to her, watching her closely as she spoke with the men.

Thatcher was the middle of 4 brothers and rebellious as any middle child. He held no interest in his father’s ‘business’ dealings, in complete contrast to his three brothers, who gladly took over where ever their father had felt they were ready to. His oldest brother, Thomas, was his father’s heir and there was no disputing that; He was by his father’s side on a daily basis, learning how to run the business to one day take it over. Thomas was 6’3 with a constant brooding expression boring out through his near jet black eyes, they were such a deep shade of dark brown. His hair matched, dark and hanging past his ears that glittered with a single diamond earring in each ear.

Tristan and Theo were the youngest, and twins; Tristan running the bar and Theo running the strip club down the street. Fraternal twins, Tristan was the oldest and taller of the two, with dark brown hair and bright blue eyes, making him swoonable toward any woman he looked at, Theo having dirty blonde hair and green eyes that matched Thatcher’s. Though both had their own much softer, more angelic features than Thomas or Thatcher.

While the three were quite happy and content taking their place in the family business, Thatcher was always somewhat repulsed by the idea behind the mob, but seeing the advantage of being the son of a mob boss is what made him stick around to use and abuse it to his benefit. He joined a local band in Richmond, he dedicated most of his time toward it and soon fell in love with music, though he’d never tell his father that. Thatcher was far more interested in the arts and music than he was in shaking down local businesses that were already struggling to begin with. He was glad his family was able to provide protection from other mob families that constantly tried to take over the small town, but not at the cost his father made them pay.

Luckily, Tristan told his older brother he could always come to The Drunken Wench and do what he pleased and their father would never know. Thatcher was often there to find a semi drunk, but still consenting woman to bring home and have a wild night with, or hustle a few drunken assholes out of a few hundred bucks, only once having gotten into an all out brawl, from which Tristan dragged Thatcher away from it and shoved him in the back room to keep him out of any police reports that would travel back to their father. Now, however, he had a new interest that brought him to the bar and kept him out of trouble, for once…For now.

Taddie noticed Thatcher frequenting the bar more often, but always got the same order and left her with a whole extra $100 tip from a $15 drink. She questioned his motives, but never said anything as she’d amassed quite the savings in the last several months, her piggy bank overflowing with $20’s and $50’s. Around the same time, she also noticed a slew of men had begun to order about 2-3 drinks from her, leaving her rather generous tips. What was suspect about it, was they all had something new they asked about her.

The first was what she did outside of bartending, to which she responded that she was an aspiring painter and saving to get a small studio space to work and display her pieces. Another asked if she ever did anything outdoors or like being outdoors. There was a brief and passionate conversation about camping, something Taddie had been dying to start up again since she moved from California to Virginia, moving in with Ash to start over. A few asked about her perfume, though she wasn’t wearing any, and they started guessing her favorite scents. She gently corrected them, not wanting to really engage with a few of them, but otherwise let it go. As it neared Christmas and the snowfall got heavier, Thatcher began plotting and making moves of his own.

It was a busy Friday night when Thatcher stopped by, brushing the snow from his jacket before he slipped it off and one of his bodyguards took it from him before he went to the bar and his usual seat. Taddie had seen him walk in this time, finding it odd that he handed off his jacket, then watched as the posse he walked in with split up as he headed toward her. Taddie took a deep breath as she finished the slew of drink orders she’d been given, then quickly handed them off to the other girls to deliver them to their tables. Wiping down her section of the bar then her hands, she went over to Thatcher and grabbed the bottle of rye whiskey that they were now running low on, again.

As she shook up and poured out his drink, she said, “You’re back again. Not surprising…At any point were you going to tell me you’re name?”

“Why would I do that? We’ve never spoken more than a few words to each other.” Thatcher said with a teasing smirk as she set the glass on the counter and he quickly produced a $100 bill. Taddie narrowed her gaze at him, snatching it from him and waving it back in his face as she said, “That’s why…If you’re gonna be handing over hundreds, I think I should at least know your name?”

“Thatcher.”

“Thank you…Uh-Um, th-thank you.” Taddie snapped, quickly changing her tone when she realized. Thatcher raised a brow at her then chuckled as he lifted his glass to his lips, taking a slow sip. She bit her lip and let out a soft huff, holding up the bill again as she added, “Why though? I’m-Not that I’m complaining…I just-I don’t understand. You get a double whiskey then leave…Why?”

Thatcher gave a shrug as he set the glass down and folded his arms over the bar with a small smirk as he said, “Because I can? I felt like it? If you don’t want it, give it back.”

“Never said I didn’t want it--Just said I was curious…I-I…I kind of need the money, so-so thank you.” Taddie said, chewing her lip before she gave her head a shake and turned to make the change, then split it between the girls that were working, as she did every so often. Thatcher watched her with a smirk and took another sip, waiting for her to come back.

“So, you split the tip instead of taking the whole thing, because you kind of need the money…Why?” Thatcher asked, dragging his gaze up to her with a knowing smirk. Taddie pursed her lips, slightly, trying not to smirk in embarrassment of being caught. He chuckled and pulled his gold cigarette case from his breast pocket, taking out a cigarette and his lighter, glancing up at her, waiting for an answer. Taddie tapped her manicured nails on the bar a few times before she pushed off it.

“Because some of the other girls need it more than me. They’ve got kids, medical shit, bills upon bills upon bills…Money is the only reason most of us are working here. At least in my case, this isn’t what I want to do and the last job I would take…Which…Is why I’m here.” Taddie said, looking away as she began to squirm under his intense gaze. Thatcher lit the end of his cigarette then quickly tucked the lighter in his pocket as he said, “Why are you here? What do you want to do?”

As if he didn’t already know.

“I, um…Well, I’m-I’m actually saving for a studio that’s still for rent downtown. I’m an aspiring painter, I need space.” Taddie said, a genuine smile slowly creeping across her face. Thatcher’s smile lifted as he nodded and he lifted his cigarette for another drag.

“Painter? Mmm--Might need to talk to my boys, have you commission something for us.” He said, closing his lips around the filter and taking a deep drag, one he ghosted before blowing out, away from Taddie’s face. She raised a brow, laughing in her head at the thought of being invited to the family mansion and painting a portrait of the secret Swedish Mafia family of Roanoke.

“Commission? For who? You and your brothers or something?” Taddie asked.

“How do you know I have brothers?” Thatcher asked, smirking at her as he lifted his glass for another sip.

“You give younger brother energy-Rebel child…Do you have brothers?” Taddie questioned, raising a brow at him as she spread her arms across the bar as she planted her hands on it. Thatcher chuckled and nodded, setting his glass down.

“Three-Older brother, me, then the twins. Middle child syndrome, is what you’re getting.” Thatcher said, taking a quick drag. Taddie nodded and slowly leaned back from the bar, twisting the rag in her hand, pretending to dry them off.

“Alright, then.”

“So, you’d do a commission for me and my brothers too? I was actually talking about my band.” Thatcher said, ashing his cigarette in the ashtray before bringing it to his lips again. Taddie raised her brows as an amused smirk crossed her face, chuckling softly. Thatcher raised his brows as well, surprised by the reaction. He blew his smoke just past her head as he rumbled at her, “Something funny?”

“I ju-I’m sorry…I can’t see you in a band. Everytime you come in here, it’s all black, all fancy, all suit. I-I can’t picture anything else?” Taddie said with a soft chuckle. Thatcher arched a brow as he took a deep swig of his drink.

“So, we picture me in something other than a suit?” He teased, making her jaw drop a little more, caught off guard by the question. She stammered a little and swallowed, hard, before she cleared her throat and glanced away as he snickered to himself. “Yes, I’m in a band. Metal band, in fact. Can you picture me in that?”

Taddie bit her lip as she felt her cheeks heat and she darted her eyes away. Thatcher slid his tongue over his lower lip, lightly, letting his gaze drag over her, then back up as she looked at him again, opening her mouth to respond, when someone called her name, soon followed by glass shattering from across the bar. Her head snapped over and he glanced over his shoulder. Turning back to her, he blinked when he saw she was gone, then looked around, seeing her flying down the bar and around it, shooting over to a booth where two men sat, grappling with a third that had stepped in on behalf of the waitress they were harassing. Thatcher abandoned his cigarette in the ashtray and his drink on the bar, following her as he made eye contact with two of his men, who quickly made a beeline to the altercation.

“-You want her? You can fuckin’ have the whore!” One of the problem men hollared at the third man, who stood between the table and the waitress, who cowered behind him. The third man shouted at him, then sent a cross hook to his jaw that started an brawl between the three, a fourth man jumping in to aid the third.

“Hey! Hey! Knock it off! Break it up, asshole! Hey!” Taddie shrieked at them, managing to pull one of the problem men off and shoving him into a table.

“You want to go, bitch!? Fuck off! This isn’t your fight, cunt!” He shouted at her. Taddie grabbed his shoulders and shot her knee into his groin, making him double over as the breath whooshed out of him and he collapsed.

“That’s for me. Your boy will get it for my girl.” Taddie spat at him, planting her foot on his side and giving him a shove, pushing him onto his side. One of the men she’d seen walk in with Thatcher grabbed the man, another accompanying him and dragging him to the door, shoving him at the bouncers before they headed back to break up the rest of the fight. Taddie quickly turned and grabbed the waitress, tucking her away from the brawl as she screamed at the men to stop fighting. Thatcher’s bodyguards hurried back and tore the men apart, the two that came to the rescue immediately backing off once the other man was subdued and dragged away by the bouncers.

“-And make sure you get their licenses and put them on the list, Charlie! Fuck-Natasha, are you alright, babe?” Taddie shouted to the bouncers, lowering and softening her voice as she turned to the brunette waitress, Natasha, and consoled her as she shook like a leaf.

“Ye-Yeah-Yeah, yeah, I’m-I’m fine. Ju-Just a little, um…Shaken. Can-Can I take ten or-or something?” She asked, looking at Taddie as she let out a shaky breath. Taddie shook her head and said, “No. You’re going home. It’s Friday, we’ve got the bar, it’ll die down soon anyway-Go be with your kids, Tash. Don’t forget your tip bag.”

“Are you sure? Okay-Thank you so much, Taddie.” Natasha said, giving Taddie a tight hug before taking off to the back, ripping off her apron. Taddie sighed and thanked the two men that had jumped in to save and defend Natasha, offering them drinks on the house for their heroics. They agreed, happily, and headed off to the bar to claim them, while Taddie sighed and turned to the table, clearing it off. As she muttered to herself, she’d completely forgotten about Thatcher until she turned and gasped, seeing him standing behind her.

“That was quite the jewel destroyer you gave that guy. Not as innocent as you look, are you?” He asked with a charming smirk. Taddie let out a huff of a sigh and moved around him as she said, “Never said I was innocent. He called me a cunt so I tried to make him one of his own, he loved the word so much.”

Thatcher raised a brow with a soft snicker and followed her at a slower pace, returning to his seat, his drink and his cigarette. Sliding onto the barstool, he watched her plunge the dishes into the disinfectant water, scrubbing them with a sponge before setting them on the rubber mat, then beginning to move around the place, cleaning up. Thatcher took another drag before he stamped out his cigarette and downed the rest of his drink, slipping a $100 under the glass this time. He cast another glance down the bar as Taddie returned, then turned and signaled to his bodyguards that he was ready to go.

Taddie glanced at him as he walked out, watching the four men converge on him at the door, one handing him his jacket that he slipped on before they walked out into the cold Virginia air. She ducked to the back room for a breather, dropping into the armchair with a sighed and closing her eyes. She let out a deep groan as she stretched, then sighed as she curled up and pulled out her phone, scrolling for a few minutes. She shifted in the chair, with another sigh, then closed her eyes as she cradled her phone against her stomach, letting herself drift off for a while.

Before she knew it, there was a sudden burst of chatter that startled her awake, making her gasp and sit up quickly, rubbing her eyes with a soft groan. As she shifted in the chair, yawning and looking around, she saw all the girls taking off their aprons and switching shoes as they grabbed their things. Taddie blinked as she braced her hands on the cushion, letting her mouth hang open for a while before she pushed herself to stand.

“Um, okay, why is everyone changing and getting ready to leave? We-We still have like 4 more hours-”

“We’re closed, Tads. It’s 2:30.” Ash said with a chuckle, tossing Taddie her jacket and bag. Taddie let out an oof as she caught them, slightly stumbling back as she was still half asleep.

“I’m sorry-So, what you’re telling me is, you let me sleep the last four hours of my shift?!” Taddie cried at her, giving her a half scared, half incredulous look. Ash chuckled, as did the other girls, going to her friend as she tossed her things onto the chair and went to the door.

“Tads! Tad-Chill out. We had it handled. You needed a break anyway.” Ash said, catching Taddie’s arm. She whirled around and shot Ash a look as she said, “And if Vincey came in while I was snoozing in the back? He would have fired me on the spot. Don’t let me sleep that long again, Ashlen. Seriously.”

“Well, Vincey didn’t show up, so we let you sleep. Come on, let’s go home.” Ash said, guiding her back to the chair and pushing her jacket at her. Taddie sighed and reluctantly shoved her arms into the holes before she tore off her apron and stuffed it into hers and Ash’s shared locker, kicking off her shoes and stuffing her feet into her grey sherpa boots before grabbing her bag from the chair. Ash grabbed her bag and closed the locker, both her and Taddie making their way out with the rest of the girls, through the back door.

As their boots crunched in the freshly fallen and still falling snow, headed for the car, Thatcher watched her from across the street in the comfort of his heated and illegaly tinted SUV. Taddie intrigued him and the fact she had a wit about her made it grow. She seemed shut off from her true emotions, save when she spoke about art. Though it was a brief conversation, he’d seen the sparkle in her eye grow when they talked about her art. He made a note to be back on a day when they were slower so he could actually speak to her and discuss his proposition.

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Moral of the Story. Chapter 20.

Series Summary: Marrying too young out of highschool leads to a naive and failed marriage. Now 10 years later, word comes that the divorce was never actually completed. Bucky and Y/N have to come back together after all these years to settle what wasn’t all those years back. Passive attitudes, miscommunicated endings, and reminiscing of old loves and lives all comes back for the two.

Pairing: Bucky Barnes x Y/N

Word Count: 1900+

A/N: It’s back!! I’ve finally sat down and got another chapter out! I think there may be one to two more chapters for this series. Sorry it’s shorter, but I promise it’s works. Love you all and sorry for my long leave of absence!

Chapter Nineteen:

The rest of the food truck festivities were fun and lively. The group tested out new foods and exchanged when the flavor wasn’t right for one or the other. Conversations and old banter was had.

Overall it was a great way to end the week with each other.

However the night did have to end. The girls had school the next day and Bucky and Steve had work. Then of course, it was Y/N’s last full day making tomorrow mainly a travel day.

When the girls returned home, Tom and Sherri did a movie night like old times when they would spend time in the mountain house.

Sherri would make the popcorn. Tom would create a small fort on the floor for the girls to lay on, while he and Sherri took the couch behind them. Of course the stash of M&M’s for special nights like this were scattered throughout the freshly popped corn in a big bowl between Chloe and Y/N.

And lastly, the movie that both families bonded over when first meeting. Clue.

They were a murder mystery family. Tom had shown Y/N the I Survived series when he discovered it and she introduced him to criminal minds.

On Tom and Sherri’s first date, the topic of an old haunted building they were passing on their walk brought up and old mob murder. Of course after that, the conversation rarely strayed from the little knowledgeable facts about different cases and serial killers. The two instantly hit it off with an entertaining little interest.

Then of course with only a DVD and VHS player at the cabin, Clue from 1985 was a family favorite and eventual tradition.

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The next morning, Y/N got up early wanting to soak up every last minute she had in her childhood home. Around 6:30 Chloe came downstairs and was about to make breakfast when she saw Y/N made a bowl of oatmeal for the two.

A smile on her face as Y/N grinned offering the bowl with freshly cut fruit and almonds scattering the top.

“You’re 100% positive you have to go back so soon?” Chloe asked, taking the dish.

“No one is 100% anything. But… This is about 99% though. I’ve missed more work this week than I have my entire time working there I’m pretty sure,” Y/N shrugged, grabbing a spoon and handing it off. “But I promise I’m going to make more of an effort to come out here more. I’ve seen just how much I’ve missed from making work one of my top priorities. I don’t care for it much.”

“I guess I can come to terms with that…” Chloe sighed. “But I’m not 100%.”

Y/N chuckled at the remark and Chloe and her had one last sister hang out session before Chloe packed and left for school.

Thomas was the next to come in, going straight for the coffee maker which Y/N had already had a pot going.

“You’re up earlier than I expected.”

“I wanted to say bye to Chloe before she left. That and I couldn't sleep much knowing today is going to be mainly a travel day.”

“Understandable,” Thomas nodded, pouring the near to black liquid in his cup before turning, blowing on it, and taking a sip. “Hmmm, that’s a good pot.”

“Thanks. I was in charge of the coffee pot for the beginning of our business and I guess I mastered putting coffee grounds into a filter,” she laughed.

“Don’t tell Sherri I said this, but sometimes she waters it down too much. I don’t say anything though.”

“Smart move on your end.”

There was a moment of silence as the two quietly enjoyed their cup of joe and the peace that was the early morning in Brooklyn.

“What time is your flight?”

“Noon. I should be back in California by eight tonight,” she sighed and a look of heartache flitted across her face.

“You don’t sound too enthused about that. Is it because it’ll be late or…” he left room for her to fill in the details.

She smiled and looked up at him knowing he knew exactly what she was thinking.

“I miss it here,” she said softly.

“We miss you here too,” he smiled back, walking up to the counter opposite of her. “But there are always flights available. And lucky for you, you have Natasha who knows how to score a sweet deal in the airline business.”

“Yeah,” she hummed, knowing it may have sounded that easy, but realistically it wasn’t.

“Don’t worry, Bug. We will make it work. We always do,” he walked around pulling her into a side hug.

“I know,” she smiled sadly this time, burrowing into her side.

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Since all her friends in Brooklyn were at work, she wasn’t able to say bye in person, so she sent a quick text on the ride to the airport saying she hoped to be back in town soon to see them. And that they were more than welcome to come visit and stay in her guest room in L.A. if need be.

The only person she was hesitant to text was Bucky. Sure they had made up quite a bit for a week of reconnecting, but something felt weird still about texting him goodbye.

So she continued to procrastinate on it, not sure how to send that text.

Sherri and Thomas dropped Y/N off at the airport, said their goodbyes, gave long and tearful hugs, and she was on her way to security.

The line was long as expected, but luckily she got in early to prepare for the traffic.

She had moved about three steps since getting in line when she heard a shouting down the way.

“Y/N!”

She furrowed her eyebrows. Did she hear it right?

“Y/N!”

There must have been another person with her name.

“Everest!”

Ok, very unlikely that someone went by that.

She turned, trying to peer over the tall men and women in line, but the place was too crowded to see anyone.

But the voice got closer.

“Excuse me. Excuse me. Sorry!”

“Buck?” she mumbled, standing on her tiptoes seeing a hint on dark brown shaggy hair maneuvering through people.

“I promise I’m not trying to cut. I don’t even have a flight. I’m just trying to get to someone.”

There were a few groans and passive okays as they allowed him through. About 5 people back, she saw his face clearly.

“Bucky? What the hell?” she said confused, but couldn’t hold back the small start of a smile on her lips.

“Hey!” he shouted happy to finally see her. “Excuse me,” he said a few more times, moving through the crowd.

“Watch it man,” an angry business man grunted.

“Sorry!” he apologized before coming face to face with Y/N. “Hey.” His words were out of breath, but the nervous smile on his face showed he didn’t regret his actions.

“Hey,” she chuckled back.

No words were muttered for the next few seconds and Y/N shook her head trying to come up with a reason for this surprise.

“I wanted to say bye before you left,” he said, slightly still breathless. Unlikely from the urgency and more from the nerves.

“Is that so?” she smirked.

“I’m now realizing this may have been a touch of a stretch,” he laughed under his breath uncomfortably while looking around at the somewhat frustrated travelers he had just pushed his way through.

“Maybe a touch,” she laughed.

“It’s also starting to look a lot more cliche than I was planning on it to…”

“Definitely more than a touch on that one,” she nodded, looking back and seeing the line had moved again.

Bucky and her both stepped forward with it.

“I thought I would catch you before you left, but when I got to your house, no one answered, so I put two and two together and realized you were probably already here. At first, I was just going to walk away and send you a text, but… I don’t know. Didn’t feel right,” he shrugged slightly.

“Running through a crowd of strangers impatiently waiting to go through security in a busy airport did seem right though?” she grinned in a sassy manner.

He couldn’t help the laugh that came out hearing just how ridiculous it sounded put into words now.

“Guess so.” He rubbed the back of his neck anxiously.

Another long pause as the awkwardness of the situation set in. He was there now, but he didn’t plan this far.

“So…” Y/N mumbled, fidgeting with her suitcase.

“Right. Well I guess I just came here to say bye really…”

“Ok,” she nodded. “Bye then?” A part of her was pushing her to make the move, but being still in shock at the whole situation, she wasn’t sure what move that was.

Lucky for her, he fell into his impulse and pulled her into a hug.

She hesitated at first, mainly in surprise, but eventually hugged him back tightly.

It wasn’t a normal farewell hug either. It was one full of apologies, sorrow, and forgiveness. They held onto each other for a while soaking in the nostalgia of what their relationship used to feel like until the man behind him cleared his throat. The line had moved and reality set back in that there were at least 50 people behind them waiting to carry on with their day.

Bucky pulled back and looked down at her as they moved with the line some more.

“Bye I guess,” he said softly.

“Bye Barnes,” she smiled.

They held eye contact for a bit before Bucky spilled his next question.

“You’ll come back to visit more, right?”

She grinned at the childlike hope in his inquiry.

“Of course.”

“Good. I know a lot of people are going to want to see you again,” he nodded, stepping back some.

“You on that list Barnes?” she said with a raised eyebrow.

“Would you be ok with that?” he asked cautiously.

“More than ok with it,” she replied.

“Then add me to it,” he beamed.

“Next!”

How she got to the front of the line already, she wasn’t sure, but it was time.

“Until next time, Everest,” he smiled, stepping out of line and walking backwards.

“Until next time,” she saluted. “Bye Bucky.”

There it was. The name and connection they used to have was back.

He wasn’t able to turn and walk away until she was long gone through the security line and he could no longer see her.

It looked better and better with how things were going to work out for the two now.

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REQUESTS: RED ROSES AU | Aquarium Date

Aquarium Date Pairing: Homelander x Female reader : RED ROSES AU Requested by: @vought-thot

Warnings: 18+ only.

Words: 1.6k

SUMMARY: A date at the Aquarium with Homelander.

Notes: I opened requests to send scenarios for one of my main Homelander/John series. This one was requested to take place within the Red Roses AU. Maybe not as mundane as you wanted, but I hope you like it! I chose this one because it inspired me at the time. Let me know what you think. :)

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MASTERLIST | RED ROSES SERIES MASTERLIST 🌹 Read Roses Part 1 here

So I'm taking you to get some new clothes for our date, I look up at him with my hands on top of his shoulders. ‘No.’ he abruptly shakes his head with a thin lipped stare, ‘I only wear my suit, it's Vought, it's me. My wardrobe is provided for here, I don't need to waste time shopping.’ ‘Your Vought approved suit is Homelander, it's not you, you're John. I want to see you dress like John. Like the real you.’ I slide my palms down his shoulders. His face changes to perplexed, then blank, then wide eyed. He steps back half an inch. ‘This one's gonna be a little out of your comfort zone, and you'll need to be relaxed and casual. You will be more comfortable being John. Get used to yourself.’ Crows feet appear around his eyes and his waterline waivers and turns a hint of pink. So subtle but I can tell. He steps back and puts his hands behind his back, steps away from me then walks out of the room. He didn't disagree, didn’t argue with me. But I still don't know if he will agree to go. Or how I will break the news to him of where we're going.

I come down to the Seven meeting room late one afternoon. I listen at the door. He tells me to come in. He's here alone, looking out of the window. ‘John -‘ He takes me in his arms when I reach him, pressing up against me, no part of me untouched. ‘How much out of my comfort zone?’ he says. ‘It's the aquarium.’ I feel his shoulders move. ‘Really?’ his voice is flat and dry. ‘Don't worry it won't even think of the Deep the whole time.’ I chuckle and turn to look over my shoulder, ‘I've planned something special. You gotta trust me.’ ‘Alright. But if for one minute I'm reminded if the Deep you'll have hell to pay.’ I spin round, I nip at his bottom lip give him a teasing look. 'Trust you won't even remember The Deep.’ I leave for home. ..

I lead John by the hand through the dimly lit hallways and halls of the aquarium. 'See,' I examine his face as he follows me, his arm out stretched towards mine, hands clasped together. 'It's not as bad as you thought is it? A little better than a school trip- oh I'm sorry I don't mean it like-' he squeezes my hand letting me know its OK. I lead the way and don't look back to check on him until later, when he's not looking. When his face is bathed in purples and blues and oranges, when the waves from the water tank are reflecting over his features and he's examining the sea life behind the glass walls. He doesn't hate it, so it's already a success. I hope he's OK, that my comment hasn't tainted the evening. We're in an enclosed room, dimmed and cosy, with a plaid blanket spread over the floor, with cushions and two glasses and a bottle of white wine. The whole spread is illuminated by a soft brightness from a giant water bowl in the centre of the room. The light filtering through the water, softly ebbing and flowing over the floor and all over mine and John's faces as we approach. I tug on the rich blue sleeve of his button up shirt, roll down the cuff towards his wrist and pull him by his waist towards me. ‘Did you do this?’ he says. ‘Yes. And, I have a surprise.’ His hair feels so nice as I smooth it back. His eyes are giving him away again. Just the tiniest touch of sadness that I'm good at detecting. But he's happy. Is he? ‘Come sit with me.’ I say. We sit and he pours us a drink. I watch his eyelids flickering down and the reflection of the light over his face. ‘You think you can try being John in public again?’ I softly paw at the buttons of his shirt and the belt loops on his jeans. ‘Being John with me, undercover?' I press my index finger into the hollow between his clavicle and look down his torso to his hips as I keep the questions going. He entangled his hands, linking his fingers behind my neck.

‘I think I can, I can try. For you.’ ‘I want you to try. I'd love for you to try. I know you can. And not only for my benefit.’ 'What's the benefit for me?' he says. ‘I want this for you, because I value you John, it will make you feel better, you need to separate yourself from Vought.’ ‘My whole life is Vought. They made me.’ He looks melancholy. ‘They used John for their own means, you can have your own future. You can build it yourself. They didn’t make you.’ I tell him. His hips turn, moving me with him. His hands tangle in my hair and he pulls me down with him. ‘How are you here with me?’ he whispers grasping my face. ‘I'm here because I can see you.’ I say. ‘See me?’ he asks and draws his face closer to mine. ‘I see you as John.’ His waterline might be turning pink again. In the watery flickers his eyes shimmer and he looks vulnerable. The warmth of his lips touches me and I'm toppling over onto the blanket. I giggle and push him back, sitting up. I undo the buttons of my dress, pull down the shoulders, and reach for his hand. He's watching me intently as I reach for his hand, placing it on my shoulder for him to pull down the top of my sun dress. He is surprises to reveal a one piece swimsuit. ‘So, Before anything gets too steamy I think I need to show you what I've planned for this evening.’

I step out of the dress, showing the full swimsuit, colour coded with my makeup. I back up to the glass water bowl, then step around it, hiding myself from his view. When I swing back round the bowl I have a ladder in hand, on rails from the top of the bowl. I climb up the ladder and perch on the edge, in starting position, legs dangling over the outside of the glass, facing John. ‘You haven't been lying to me about working with the Deep have you?’ ‘Don't be silly. Just as you have abilities, I have a little too.’ I blow him a kiss and fall backwards into the water. Gliding down to the bottom of the bowl, twisting and looping into different poses, towards the front of the glass, looking out towards him. I come back up to the surface, then l after one of my underwater twirls he stands up and walks towards the glass. I interact with him as he stands there, rising for air and dipping back underwater, touching the glass on the way back down, swishing my hair to plume out, turning to face him between moves, keeping my eyes open meeting his eyes, separated by water and glass. Every time I turn to lean on the glass, he's there even closer than he was. His expression not changing, quite flat, but I can read him better. I swim up and lean my arms on the edge, looking down at him watching me. 'So was this worth a trip to the aquarium?' 'It's not what I imagined.' he says. ‘But I just want you out.’ ‘Of course it's not!’ I tease, ‘So what do you think?’ I dive and wriggle my bum on the glass playfully, then returning to the surface. 'Are you sure you want me out just yet?'

I sense he's trying to compose himself. His Adam's apple moves in this throat visibly. The next ten minutes of my routine make John more uneasy and agitated. Every bump on the glass and every seductive teasing turn of the leg changes his expression from intrigued to hungry. He grabs the ladder and starts climbing. He grabs me out of the water and I kick my legs to stay afloat. ‘I really need you out now.’ ‘Oh do you? I say. ‘Undress me first and I'll come out.’ I stare him down with a sparkle in my eye until he peels the straps off my shoulders, me holding onto the edge in front of him. His hands travel underwater over the sides of my waist and hips, pulling down on the fabric. I hook my knees over the edge, wedging his arms and shoulders between my knees. I lean back onto the waters surface, stretching my arms back along the water behind me. As he has me undressed I feel his face next to my knee, his lips along my thighs. And I watch to see what he will do next without asking him. ‘Are you gonna take me out?’ I finally say. He pulls me by the knees towards him, I wrap around him and he carries me down to the blanket. I pull at his waistband, revealing him to me, pressing against him. He pushes me down, stroking at my thighs. Hovering over me and putting his bodyweight on me. He takes a long look at me, sweeps my cheek , and in the only way that Homelander can, tells me… ‘I wanna be your John.’ The pain and damage behind his eyes is visible to me, thinking of himself as Homelander right now, telling me he wants to be John.

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