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steviewashere · 10 months ago

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Don't Dish What You Can't Serve

Rating: Teen and Up CW: Sexual Harassment (Not Between Main Pairing), Chewing Tobacco, Gross Shit Happens That I Can't Say Because It Spoils The PlotTags: Different First Meeting AU, No Upside Down AU, No Supernatural AU, Steve Never Became Friends With Tommy and Carol, Hurt/Comfort, Tommy Hagan Being an Asshole, Tommy Hagan is a Piece of Shit Here, Waiter Steve Harrington, Line Cook Eddie Munson, They Work at Benny's, So This is an AU Where Benny's Never Closed, Protective Eddie Munson, Eddie Munson Takes Care of Steve Harrington, Eddie Munson Gets Revenge, Steve is a College Student (But That's Not Entirely Important Here), '86 Was Eddie's Year

🥤——————🥤 Steve picks up a new job in the summer of 1986, waiting tables. The job at Family Video fell through and it just didn’t pay enough. He was starting his first year at the local college soon and he desperately needed the money. Especially since his parents cut him off, sighting his one gap year as enough reason. And so he goes to Benny’s, fills out an application and turns it in the same day. Back at his apartment, also the same day, he gets hired on. Alongside another guy around his age, one he recognizes from high school as Eddie Munson—who must’ve finally finished his time as a senior and now just needed to work.

Neither of them really talk to each other outside of putting orders in and taking orders out. Maybe occasionally scolding the other because—“You didn’t ask how rare he wanted his steak, Harrington? How the hell am I supposed to make it then?” and “Munson, you forgot the fucking ketchup on this asshole’s cheeseburger and now he won’t shut the fuck up about it. Fix this, please for the love of god.”

So, sure, they don’t get along all that well all the time. They’re not friends. More so just acquaintances. And so they don't really talk.

However, that changes one evening.

It’s a couple weeks before the upcoming school year is supposed to start. Hawkins, Indiana is one of those little college towns. Meaning, the new students were finally moving, coming around, getting to know where they now lived. And that includes one particular customer, Tommy Hagan, and his girlfriend, Carol Perkins. They’ve been coming in since mid-July, despite the new year starting in September, despite move-in dates set in late August. Every Sunday, Steve sees their pinched, smarmy, cocky faces. And every Sunday, they always cause some sort of issue.

The first time, Tommy spilled his soda all over the tiled restaurant floor. Claimed it was an accident, but Steve saw him. He saw the guy push his cup over the edge. Heard him snicker as Steve bent down to wipe it up, as he stood back up and plastered on a tight smile, promising that he’d get him a new soda right away. Flushed with shame as Tommy laughed and laughed and laughed his ass off about the, “Guy with the big stupid eyes and no thoughts in his head” and how he, “Probably doesn’t have much going for him if he’s working in a place like this.”

A riddle and game, that’s what it was. Steve would welcome them, take their orders, put them in for Eddie to make, drop the food off, and be at their service if something went wrong. Which was always. And he’d endure the stupid comments Tommy would make when he wasn’t in earshot. Spanning from how incompetent their waiter was—“He’s always screwing something up, swear to god. Don’t even know how he’s holding a job here, jeez.”—to how big of a manwhore he is because of how tight his work pants were. As if Steve would ever be catching tail in his stupid slacks, always stained with food and sticky soda by the end of the night, and the same pants that give him wedgies if he doesn’t make them sit right on his waist. All in all, Tommy is their worst customer. But it’s just a job, Steve always thought, it’ll get better at some point. Tommy will eventually start classes and leave me alone.

Then, of course, comes the Sunday a couple weeks before the new school year. Tommy is alone this time. No Carol on his arm. He just slides into one of the booths and watches Steve work until he approaches. And immediately, something is terribly off about this encounter.

“Welcome to Benny’s, can I get any drinks started for you?” Steve asks. His script. Customer service voice pitchy and monotone as it drips from his mouth.

Tommy doesn’t answer for several moments. Leaving Steve to stand and loom and stare. To smile and squirm. As he rakes his eyes so unnoticeably over all of Steve’s frame. His tongue trails along the inside of his lower lip, eyes heated, a gross smirk on his face. Smarmy.

“Bet you’d look good without that dumb frilly apron around your waist,” Tommy teases. It’s half-flirtatious, Steve thinks. But all the same creepy and…predatory.

“Excuse me?” He can only respond.

The asshole hums, assessing. Repeats himself. And adds, “You’d make better tips, too. Maybe put some gloss on your lips, a tighter shirt, no apron…yeah…vision’s coming together, baby. Could make everybody your bitch when you serve them.” He stares for a second longer. Rests his face in his left hand and flutters his eyes at Steve. “Can I get my usual, pretty boy? And one of those strawberry milkshakes.”

Steve writes the order down on his little notepad, shifting foot to foot. His stomach twists and knots. Brain still whirling at what Tommy said, unable to retort. Doesn’t even know how to really feel. Not flattered, that’s for sure. Slimy…that seems like a good enough substitute for the emotions mildewing in his chest.

“Y’know,” Tommy continues, voice sticky the way humidity is—uncomfortable—“I see how hard you work around here sometimes, even if you are pretty bad at it. Swear I can see the cogs just clogging up in your head. If you wanna give that pea brain of yours a moment to relax, you could share that drink with me. Maybe I’ll tip you real good this time, baby.”

He shifts again. Hands clammy and bile in the back of his throat. Steve swallows hard, thinks he stutters something out akin to, “I’ll be back with your order,” and promptly disappears into the kitchen.

The door swings closed behind him. And he’s not really looking, not paying attention. Just trying to get away from the residue left in Tommy’s air of existence. In the seconds between entering the kitchen and trying to storm away, he runs into somebody. An exerted grunt, raspy and deep, sounds out in front of him.

“Hey! Watch”—the person gently grabs him by the shoulders and leads them somewhere that he can’t really register. In a softer voice, no longer agitated, “Steve? Hey, man, y’alright?”

Steve sniffles. It’s then that he recognizes the heat in his cheeks, overwhelmingly hot and itchy. The scalding of tears. A pinch behind his eyes. There’s a soft cushion underneath him, the telltale creak of one of the older dining chairs. The air smells like garlic and grease, but a breeze catches over his exposed forearms—most likely from an air conditioning unit. He’s in the break room, he can finally notice. And break he does.

“That asshole is back,” he garbles, “and he”—hiccup—“he’s being really gross to me.”

The person crouches down in front of him, putting them eye-to-eye. And he knows immediately that it’s Eddie. Long hair pulled up into as neat of a bun as he can manage. A group of pitch black bats on pale skin. Dark brown eyes, shifting back and forth between his own with a mixture of concern and anger.

“What’d he say to you, Steve?”

He sniffs again, trying to gain some composure before he inevitably has a full-blown breakdown. Inevitable because he always has one when he goes home to his apartment, but it might happen here, and he can’t afford to let it happen here. Not today, at least, not now.

“Calling me…calling me baby and pretty boy. And he—he’s trying to make me share his stupid milkshake and he calls me stupid—that I have a…a fucking pea brain. Eddie, he calls me stupid every single time he comes in and I just—he’s just—I can’t”—

Eddie runs his warm hands up and down his biceps, gently pushing the fabric of his quarter sleeve, too. He shushes low and whispered. Murmurs, “I don’t want you to go back out there without me, alright?” His eyes dart back and forth between Steve’s wet ones once more. One of his hands leaves and digs into his back pocket, producing a black bandana. And he carefully brings it up close, patting it over Steve’s blotchy cheeks. “You don’t deserve that, Steve,” he whispers, “and I’ll make sure he gets what he deserves. Just wait back here for a bit and I’ll get his order done.”

Steve nods slow and heavy. Wipes the heel of his palm roughly over his eyes—to which Eddie tuts at and firmly drags it away, replacing it with the worn, soft fabric of that bandana. “Sorry that I ran into you at the door,” he says quietly.

“I’m glad you did. Because I’m going to make sure that asshole never bothers you again. ‘M sick of hearing what he does to you every single time he comes in.” Eddie stands up, but leaves the bandana to dangle in Steve’s loose grip. A tentative stroke through Steve’s hair, something he usually wouldn’t allow, but it’s too nice to turn down. “We’ll put him up on the wall, too. That bastard can suck a fucking egg.”

He laughs at that, or at least something like a laugh. It’s brittle, airy, but genuine. And watches Eddie go.

Roughly fifteen minutes later, though, Eddie wanders back into the break room and drags them back towards the milkshake blender in the kitchen. He has the ingredients all laid out next to the machine: vanilla ice cream, a gallon of milk, some freshly chopped strawberries, the can of whipped cream, and the glass itself. Adds the milk and the ice cream, but then stops abruptly, turning to dig something out of his pocket.

“What’re you doing?” Steve quietly asks, worried to be overheard through the ticket window.

“Oh, just some good ol’ payback,” Eddie answers, something darker than mirth in his tone. What he produces from his pocket is a can of chewing tobacco. The nasty menthol kind, too. He shakes the little tin in his hand, the tobacco thunking against the lid of the container. And then he twists the cap off, plucks a quarter sized amount, and stuffs the wad between his bottom teeth and lower lip. Mouth literally bulging with the tobacco. “We’ll blend this shit first,” he whispers, scheming, “add the strawberries. Then, comes the grand finale.”

Steve side eyes Eddie. His deft fingers flittering over the buttons of the blender, scooping out the strawberries with the same hand he picked up tobacco with. He grimaces, but doesn’t comment on that. “Grand finale?”

“One of the biggest fears that customers have when they go into any restaurant is that the waiter is going to spit in their food,” he nonchalantly explains, capping the blender, “though, a lot of them don’t consider the line cook. Or at least, the rude ones don’t.” Eddie shifts something in his mouth, what sounds like the slosh of thick saliva. “He’ll probably complain, but it’s not like he’ll be believed. It’s a safety hazard, sure. But nobody suspects the cook because they’re supposed to know that shit. A cook spitting in a patron’s food? No way, man. That shit’s taboo.”

“And if he is believed?”

Eddie merely shrugs. “Then I get fired. But it’s whatever. I’m already on my way out anyway, got enough money for what I need.”

Before Steve can ask or get in response, Eddie’s blasting the blender. It chugs and churns the half cup of milk and the measly two scoops of ice cream. The strawberries burst and bleed juice throughout, mixture turning pink. And with a few shakes, a half-way pit stop to unclog the bigger chunks, and a go-about with the partially dysfunctional blades—Eddie chucks the lid off, unlocks the pitcher from the machine, and turns away from Steve.

“I’m gonna have the good graces to not make you watch this shit,” Eddie gives as an explanation, “y’may wanna cover your ears.” Steve doesn’t, though wishes he did. With a cough and a semi-gag, Eddie inhales and burbles the saliva in the back of his mouth. He can hear the way the tobacco spit dribbles from between Eddie’s lips, the way it plops into the blended mixture, and the last little dredges left in his mouth. Steve’s stomach turns, but he doesn’t stop it. Doesn’t step in.

Eddie turns back around with the blender. Sitting on top of the pink mix is one quarter sized glob of tobacco and saliva, the spit already spilling down the sides of the pitcher. “Ta-da!” Eddie exclaims, shaking the pitcher back and forth. “And that is what I like to call the revenge special. Half cup milk, two scoops of vanilla ice cream, four chopped strawberries, and a fantastical exported ingredient from the land of your’s truly. It may be a seasonal item, but it’s got the gust of something that’ll last a lifetime.”

“God…that is disgusting,” Steve mock-whispers. “You’re a fucking genius.”

“Thank you, it’s one of my many tricks.” He sets the blender down onto the metal counter, a hard thunk that rattles the milkshake glass. “Now, do me a favor and pour that into the glass, get him one of those stupid striped straws, spray it up with some whip. And I’ll dish up his monstrosity of a cheeseburger.” Eddie’s eyes soften away from the mirth they previously had. His voice dropping low, too. “I’ll deliver it, too, by the way. I would never throw you under the bus for something gross like this. This should hopefully get him to stay away, though. If he does complain about you and you have to flee, I’ll help you find a new job.”

“I could just say I did it, y’know,” Steve tentatively says, “that I fucked up his drink. You don’t need to lose your job because of issues I’m having.”

“You were crying, Steve,” Eddie points out gently. “Nobody makes my waiters cry. And nobody gets away with it, either.” He slinks away from Steve without another word and without another word getting in. And Steve watches him for a long moment. As he busies himself around his workspace, tidied and organized the way he needs it. The flex of his muscles as he flips and cuts and assembles that cheeseburger. His baby hairs at the crown of his head getting stuck to his sweaty temples, hard work painting and furrowing his brows.

But when he’s caught staring, Eddie simply and softly smiles, gestures at the blender, and turns back to his plate. So, Steve does what he’s told. Assembles the nail to his coffin, one pour and spray and straw at a time. And walks out of the kitchen, behind Eddie’s flexing back, his grease stained and sweat drenched white t-shirt. He sits at the front counter, in one of the old, flaking barstools. Watches.

Tommy looks up at Eddie from his spot in the booth, eyes wide as he sees Eddie take a seat across from him. He grimaces and sours. “You aren’t that waiter. Who the fuck are”—

“Heard you like milkshakes,” Eddie drawls. “Thought maybe I could get your opinion on a new recipe I’m trying. It’s strawberry, don’t worry your preppy little chinos off. But there’s been a slight change, was wondering what you’d think about it.”

Across the table, Tommy gives Eddie an odd glance. “Is it that important that you watch me? Surely I could’ve just sent my compliments to you or whatever when I’m done.”

“Nah, I like getting it straight from the source. So, go ahead, take a sip. Tell me what you think.”

Steve has to physically draw himself back, has to swallow down the gag and bile working their way through him, and genuinely convulses back against the counter as Tommy takes his first, long, hard sip of the milkshake. His face doesn’t move much with the sip, but he does scowl a tad, grimacing with a slight twitch in his upper lip.

“Tastes sour,” Tommy comments.

Eddie hums. “But is it good? Sometimes sour’s a good thing.” He reaches across the table, then, and plucks up Tommy’s cheeseburger. Crosses one arm across his chest, hand resting on his opposite bicep, and brings the food up to his mouth, taking a hearty bite.

“Hey!” Tommy exclaims, “that’s my cheeseburger, man! You can’t just”—

“Get a second sip and maybe I’ll consider remaking your food.” Eddie smugly watches Tommy take another deep swallow. His eyes cast at the glass, roaming at the little brown flecks in the shake. Knowing and proud. “It’s good, isn’t it?”

“I mean it’s…objectively, I guess it’s good. Can I get a new burger, man? I’m starving here and I’ve got a date with my girlfriend in thirty minutes.”

All at once, Steve’s heart enters his stomach. Eddie takes another large bite of the burger before replacing it on Tommy’s plate. He crosses his arms against the top of the table, fingers tucked securely in the creases of his elbows. Leans all the way across until he’s nearly nose to nose with Tommy.

“So, could you taste what was different? Could your pea brain discern the new flavor on your tongue?” He asks, smarmy as Tommy has ever been. Over-confident, yet satisfied.

Tommy’s eyes widen at his words being thrown back in his face, startles against the back of his booth. Fingers gripping to the edge of the table, cheeks going pale. “I…I don’t”—

“Spit.”

“Wh—What?”

“Spit,” Eddie repeats coldly. “You just drank my fucking tobacco spit.” Silence. And then, “How’d I taste, baby? Be honest. Was it everything you’d ever hope it would be with a man?”

More silence. Tense and thick, enough that it weighs on Steve’s shoulders across the way. However, Tommy finally registers what just happened. He gags hard, hand covering his curdled mouth. Behind it, muffled, he says, “You’re sick in the head. I’ll—I’ll fucking tell your boss. You’ll fucking regret this.” And he stands up on shaky legs, dashing away before he can vomit all over himself.

Eddie only watches him leave, satisfied and content. He looks back to Steve, grins. “I can’t wait to see his girlfriend’s face when she finds out he isn’t allowed back.”

Steve nervously giggles and crosses to the booth, sliding in where Tommy just was. “You’re insane,” he murmurs.

“Yeah, but it worked, didn’t it? Too bad he didn’t leave a tip. There is a cheeseburger if you want the rest of it. Promise I didn’t fuck with that.” Eddie’s eyes are on him, soft and thoughtful, watching him pick up the partially eaten burger. “I can make you a new one instead, if you’d prefer. Extra cheese, too.”

“Trying to get in all the cooking you can before this inevitably backfires?”

“Sure…or I’m trying to make sure you’re taken care of. One in the same, I suppose. So, provolone, right? Could even combine some of the cheese if you want. Pepper jack and havarti…colby jack and swiss. Take your pick.”

Steve glances up from the plate in front of him. Heart beating fast and chest gooey as Eddie looks onto him with something like reverence. “Provolone, please,” he requests quietly, “and can I get extra crunchy crinkle fries, too?”

Reaching out a hand, Eddie gently pats the back of Steve’s left. “You got it, baby”—he hisses—“I probably shouldn’t call you that. I’m so”—

“It’s alright,” Steve murmurs, “I…uh…I don’t mind if it’s you.”

Eddie sucks in a sharp breath, then stands from the other side of the bench. “You’re gonna give me a hero complex and an ego, Stevie.” He begins to retreat towards the kitchen, calling out about bringing the dishes back when he’s done, that the milkshake could just be tossed glass and all.

But Steve stops him with, “Hey, Eddie?” Is met again with those soft, dark brown eyes. “Thank you,” he quietly says, “I never thought I’d get him away from me. Means a lot that you helped.”

There’s a soft smile on Eddie’s face, one that Steve can’t help but return.

“Anything for you, man.”

He makes Eddie stop again, though. To gaze, to drink in that tight white t-shirt and the spatter of black ink on his arms, his heavy pretty curls, and that soft face of his. “When we finish closing up for the night, do you wanna come over to mine? I’ve got a rented copy of Empire Strikes Back and a few beers. Only if you”—

“I’d love to, Steve. Now let me make you your food, sweetheart. Before you gobble me up with that hungry stare of yours.”

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#stranger things #steddie #steve harrington #eddie munson #tommy hagan #hurt/comfort #waiter steve harrington #line cook eddie munson

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cheryeos · 4 months ago

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zombeebunnie · 2 months ago

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🎂✨🍰Happy birthday Noah!🎂✨🍰:

Since Noah's birthday is May 7th, here is his official Spotify playlist!:

Noah's choice in music progressed and changed over time before and during the events of the game. I tried my best to incorporate this in 1 playlist but I didn't like the sudden jump into different genres so now it's 4 separate playlists that'll have a description for each one.**

1. In the beginning years of his finance career, Noah enjoyed and mainly stuck to instrumental jazz music. It's the kind of sound you would possibly hear in elevators, jazz clubs, commercials etc. Later on in his career something happened which caused him to no longer listen to the jazz genre and his music choices became melancholy for a short while. [Click here to listen.] 2. With a time skip, his music developed more into a interesting form of Smooth/Neo-soul with hints of gospel sounds mixed in. [Click here to listen.] 3. This goes on for a while until something causes Noah to go into a deep ambient state towards music and this lasts for a long time. [Click here to listen.] 4. In the end, Noah's music choices ultimately develop into what he listens to currently which is influenced by not only R&B, alternative indie, and neo-soul with lo-fi textures but, his friends tastes in music! **There are still hints of deep ambient music mixed in but it's from a better healthier, headspace. [Click here to listen.]

**Please note: The description of these playlists are still undergoing music adjustments and additions. :,]

🎂💙Noah's birthday fun facts💙🎂:

🍰🎊Here's a small recap🍰🎊:

Noah used to celebrate his birthday but certain reasons caused him to lose interest in it during until his mid 20's. He treats it like any other day or completely forgets. If Y/N shows interest in celebrating his birthday he would be very happy about knowing you cared enough to do it anyway and he'd eventually find joy in it again.

🎉🎂🥳What type of birthday cake would Noah like?🎉🎂🥳:

Noah honestly isn't that picky when it comes to birthday cake as long as some form of effort was put into it. For the flavor, he does like and prefer vanilla flavored cake and maybe even cookies & cream. His least favorite cake would be the kind that has that artificial chocolate taste.

You'd win him over if you made him a frog or duck themed cake, he'd find that very thoughtful and endearing.

🎁🎉If he could have anything, what would Noah want for his birthday?🎁🎉:

He would really want lounge wear, preferably in the color realm of dark earth tones. If you want to go a step further, a good flannel shirt or hoodie would make him happy. For necessities he'd ask for maybe a pair of comfortable boxers and a good shaving kit for his beard. Speaking of bath products, Noah loves to smell good and any body wash that leans into the essential oil Lavender, Mint, Cashmere Wood, Sandalwood, and Amber category is a plus. This would also include some cologne's but I have something planned for this so I'll save it for another post. :]

🫧Does Noah like party theme's?🫧:

He does and would like to be surprised, If you asked him what theme he'd want specifically he most likely wouldn't have an answer for you until weeks later. He does have a soft spot for silly lighthearted theme's that would catch him off guard.

🥤Does Noah have any food preferences for his birthday?🥤:

He does actually! If Y/N went out their way to cook anything or order out, his top 2 picks would be:

1. Grilled BBQ - Chicken, burgers, hotdogs, ribs, steak. 2. Seafood - Catfish, crab legs, shrimp, lobster. **For the sides it would be between corn on the cob, red beans & rice, sweet beans, collard greens, macaroni & cheese, potato salad. Any left overs would be saved and eaten over the next few days. Noah would be very happy if you surprised him with some lavender/taro boba!

May is considered his birthday month so hopefully I'll be able to post more drawings and fun facts about Noah, etc! :,]

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wifeofjakekim · 1 month ago

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**💙 Jake Kim x Y/N Headcanons – "You're My Safe Place"**

🥤 1. He Fell for You Quietly

Jake didn't even realize he was catching feelings until one day he caught himself smiling at your text mid-fight. Samuel was punching him and he just... grinned like an idiot. That’s when Big Deal started suspecting something was up.

🧢 2. Protective to the Bone

Jake is incredibly protective of you—without being controlling. If you’re walking alone, he’ll “coincidentally” show up. If someone talks down to you, his glare alone is enough to shut them up.

> "You good?"

He’ll ask it casually, but his eyes are scanning every inch of you for signs that you’re not.

☕ 3. Late Night Talks

Your best moments are when it’s just you two, sitting on a rooftop with warm drinks and city lights below. He opens up with you in a way he never does with anyone else.

> "Sometimes... I wish I could just leave all of this behind."

And you say, “Then do it. With me.”

❤️ 4. Acts of Service Love Language

Jake isn’t the type to say “I love you” easily—but he shows it. Fixes your leaky sink. Walks you home in the rain. Learns your coffee order. Fights guys who talk bad about you and pretends it was “just business.”

🧼 5. He Keeps a Toothbrush for You

He has a spare toothbrush in his place and pretends it’s for “anyone” who crashes there. But everyone knows it’s for you. Hell, he even made space in his drawer—but will die before admitting it out loud.

💢 6. Gets Jealous but Doesn’t Say Anything

When someone flirts with you, he won’t say a word—but his jaw clenches and his eyes darken. He’ll suddenly drape an arm over your shoulder or casually ask,

> "You wanna get outta here?"

Even though you just got there.

🥺 7. He Thinks He’s Not Good Enough

He’s haunted by the idea that you deserve better—someone without a dangerous life. He’d try to distance himself at first, clumsily saying,

> “I don’t wanna drag you into my mess.”

But if you insist you’re staying, he melts. You’re the only one who makes him feel like he’s worth something.

🧃 8. Your Comfort Person

When you have a bad day, Jake will drop everything to be there. He won’t push you to talk. He just hands you your favorite snack, lets you cry into his hoodie, and sits in silence until you’re ready.

> "I got you. Always."

🥋 9. Teaches You How to Defend Yourself

Jake insists on showing you some basic self-defense moves. It starts out serious, but quickly turns into playful wrestling.

You end up pinning him once, and he stares up at you like,

> “Damn. I’m in trouble.”

💬 10. The Confession

He confesses in the most Jake way possible—awkward and blunt, like ripping off a band-aid.

> “I like you, okay? I’ve liked you for a while. Just… don’t go anywhere.”

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mjllbbpn · 2 months ago

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Sweet treats 🥤

Bucky x reader

Warnings: Nothing but fluff

Summary: Reader and Bucky share food.

Prompt was given to me by the lovely @ruexj283

The warm weather warmed your face as you and Bucky walked the busy streets of New York.

There was this little old timey restaurant that was supposed to resemble the 40s. You thought it would be a cute idea to bring your boyfriend to this place.

You entered the little restaurant and took a seat in a large red booth. You were giddy with excitement, hoping he would like it.

“Is it accurate?” You asked with a bright smile.

“Yeah, it’s pretty close actually,” he looked around the restaurant with curious eyes.

Your eyes landed on a waitress and they widened when you saw the extremely short miniskirt and blouse that was very undone.

“Wow,” you looked the waitress up and down.

Bucky followed your gaze and looked confused. “In the 40s most women dressed very modestly….”

You laughed, “times have changed old man.”

“I’m not that old!” He said with a wry smile.

You both ordered your food and waited. You ordered spaghetti and he ordered a hamburger, how American of him.

You were a quick eater and began quickly eating your food.

“Need a shovel?” He teased with a smirk.

“No, I’m just hungry!”

“If that isn’t obvious.”

You finished your food long before he did. You stared at his fries and then back at his knowing gaze.

“No.”

“Please!!!” You gave him a pouty face.

“You’ll eat all of them!” He wasn’t being serious by the big smile on his face.

“No I won’t, I’ll at least leave one for you. Pleaseeeee.”

With a dramatic sigh he finally gave in.

“Fine you can’t have a few, not the whole plate.”

“Yayyyy!” You reached over and began grabbing at his fries. Before long all his fries were gone.

“I know you did not just eat all my fries too.”

You blushed and gave him a shy smile.

“I may have.”

For dessert, you both got milkshakes. He got chocolate and you got some extravagant flavor. You wanted to get out of your comfort zone and try something new.

The waitress placed the milkshakes on the table and you thanked her. Your milkshake was purple.

“What on earth is that?” He looked at your milkshake with confusion.

“The menu said it was…..I don’t remember.” You laughed before taking a sip. Instantly, your eyes widened and you frowned deeply.

“You don’t like it do you?” He smirked. “Told ya to go with the classics.” He sipped his chocolate milkshake.

“It takes weird and it’s sour and….” You eyed his milkshake.

“Nuh uh absolutely not, you already ate my fries.”

You gave him the most pleading look you could possibly give. Bucky pinched the bridge of his nose before putting another straw in the glass.

“I love you so much, Bucky, such a gentleman.” You giggled and smiled*

“I love you too, even though you’re incredibly infuriating.”

You both happily sipped on his chocolate milkshake. When you were both done, you walked back to your shared apartment hand in hand. ~

#bucky barnes #bucky barns fanfiction #bucky fanfic #bucky x reader #james bucky buchanan barnes #bucky x you

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syslut · 3 months ago

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between xavier and me, this is more of a challenge for him. 😂🤚 i sleep a lot, especially during my weekends and day offs. i even take naps at work (don’t tell my boss), but i wake up between 4:30-5:00 am (i move slow in the morning 😔)—i wake up early and i wake up on time. (period 💅)

xavier on the other hand— 🙂‍↔️🥹

i’m feeling slightly annoyed bc i envy that damn schedule—a 4-hour workday?! isekai me to linkon right now!

and doc zayne should be so proud of me because i never miss a day without drinking water. in fact, i use the game’s reminder feature for zayne himself to remind me to drink water throughout the day—can’t ignore the doctor’s orders you know.

(esp. at this time of the year? the heat index in asia right now is not a joke. thank you god for air conditioning—drink your water lovelies.💧🥤)

and you will never catch me and rafayel doing this challenge—we might! but we’re likely going to procrastinate from day 1-6 and cram everything on day 7 if that’s even possible (but we’re procrastinating veterans, we’ll find a way.😂🤚)

sylus, i love you. but walking is enough for me. if you’ll allow me, i’ll just watch. 👀😗��

caleb will cook, and i will bake. 👩‍🍳🍪💅 more importantly, i will fail this challenge. (i don’t even eat breakfast on weekdays—coffee is enough, right?🥲)

#love and deepspace #lads #sylus #xavier #caleb #rafayel #zayne #love and deep space #syslut.text #i just wanted to ramble about xaviers challenge and his dream of a schedule #but turned like this hahaha

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askereiniongilgalad · 4 months ago

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What other colors would you wear besides gold?

My dear questioner... what wouldn't I wear? 👑✨ The possibilities are endless!! Imagine... When words fail. 📝❌ When diplomacy crumbles. ⚖️💥 When all seems lost. 😱🫠

The colors activate. 💥🌈 Like a tactical response. 🎯 Like divine intervention. 🌟

Like a Kool-Aid superpower. 🥤💥🔥

1- 💖 Pink - The “I Will Absolutely Get My Way” Kool-Aid Effect 💕👑 Flavor: Bubblegum power. (or: Oops, did I just manipulate you?)

“Please? you wouldn’t deny me, would you?” 🥺🥺🥺👑 (A tactical nuke of charm)

Elrond folds instantly. 🫠📜 (Poor boy never stood a chance.) Galadriel mutters but obeys. 😒 (She KNOWS this game. And she HATES it.) Celebrimbor: Signs before realizing what happened. ✒️😵 (He blacked out.) Círdan just sighs and gives him a knowing look. 🍷 (He’s seen this trick for centuries.)

2- 🟠 Orange - The “Not My Problem” Kool-Aid Effect 🧡👀 Flavor: Tangy citrus. The taste of expertly dodging responsibility.

🚨 CRISIS INCOMING. 🚪 EXIT LOCATED. 🚶‍♂️ HE’S ALREADY GONE. 🚨

“Elrond, deal with this.” 📜💨 (He wasn’t even in the room!!!)

Elrond: Materializes out of thin air. ⚡😰 (There is no escape.) Celebrimbor: Somehow gets put in charge. ⚒️🫠 (Disaster pending.) Galadriel: Steps up. ⚔️🔥 (We are now at war.)

Círdan: sighs and begins preemptive damage control. 💀 (He’s already writing the apology letters.)

3- 🟡 Yellow - The “Sunshine and Lies” Kool-Aid Effect ☀️🍋 Flavor: Tastes like optimism. But there is something… sinister.

“No, no, everything is fine.” 😇👑 (HE IS: L.Y.I.N.G.)

Elrond: Visibly sweating. 📜😨 He knows. He has never NOT known. (His instincts are screaming. 🤨) Galadriel: Already plotting five moves ahead. (She KNOWS.) 🔪✨ Celebrimbor: (Muttering) He is fixing the problem. This is worse. ⚒️👀 Círdan?: Unbothered. Unshaken. Unmoved🍷 (Has seen worse.) ☀️ “If I smile, they won’t notice the crisis.” (Narrator: They noticed.) 4- 🟥 Red - The “Oh No, Oh NO, OH YEAH” Kool-Aid Man Effect 🔥🚪Flavor: Pure Fëanorian Energy. We Are All Going to Die

🚨 RED LIGHTS. HORNS. WALLS CRUMBLE. 🚨

“You did WHAT???” 👑💢 (Full-body crisis loading… 99%… 100%.. 120%.) Celebrimbor: stutters. ⚒️😨 (Mithril is definitely involved.) Elrond: Opens mouth. Closes mouth. Blinks. 📜😶 (I need a drink. I need a new job.) Círdan: downs his entire drink. 🍷💀 (And orders another.) Galadriel: Cracks knuckles. Sharpens sword. ⚔️🔥 (Assassin mode: ACTIVATED. Bloodlust: LOADING…)

🔺 Somewhere, a wall explodes. 💥🚪👹 🔻 A Balrog may or may not be involved. 🐉🔥

🥤 OH YEAH. 🥤 (---Sauron, probably grinning in the distance. 😈🥤.)

#AFlavorForEveryCrisis #PowerRangersButMakeItRegal #OhNoOhNoOhYeah #WhenInDoubtUseTheColors #GaladrielKoolAidManButMakeItMurder #rings of power #trop #trop crack #gil galad #galadriel #elrond #lotr trop

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beatricebat · 4 months ago

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BEA’S BAKERY IS OPEN!

I want to do a little fanfic event just because. The deal is that you come in to my bakery and order something off the menu from whoever is serving, and I’ll write you something.

Open to everyone, including anons. Pals will take priority. Bakery stays open until we sell out, or the bread goes stale (i.e. until I get overwhelmed or bored). I don’t write smut, because I’m not good at it. I do write chaos and nonsense, so expect that instead.

How to participate: drop me an ask with your choice of character(s) and your order from the menu. If you’re happy with whatever comes off the shelf, you can leave it at that.

If you have a custom order in mind with any more specific details, then lemme me know exactly what you want. (E.g. if you tell me Eren, Mikasa and Armin are behind the counter and you order a sandwich, you might want to be clear if your sandwich filling is established Eremika or flirty Eremin or whatever.) If you specifically want character x reader, please say, and drop some pronouns too. We here at Bea’s Bakery are all about customer service.

Everything will go under the hashtag #🐝BeasBakery.

Who’s behind the counter today?

Pick up to three characters who will be working at the bakery from this lil’ list:

- Attack on Titan

- Sk8 The Infinity

- Akudama Drive

- DanganRonpa (games only, please!)

- Jujutsu Kaisen (anime only, please!)

With regard to the last two: I’ve seen the DanganRonpa anime and I’ve read bits of the rest of JJK, but I don’t know the characters well enough to do a good job.

Feel free to mix and match. Crossovers are fun!

What’s on the menu?

🌟NEW!🌟Yellow sticker section: give me your wildest crack pairing, and I’ll tell you all about it.

🍞Loaf of bread: an everyday slice of life.

🥖 Sausage roll: somebody’s pining…

🥪 Sandwich: …but this attraction is mutual.

🧁 Cupcake: something light and fluffy about a friendship.

🍰 Mille-feuille: a headcanon or two or three or a thousand.

🍮 Macarons: my personal showstopper, so this will place your character(s) of choice in the Great British BakeOff.

🥤Coffee to go: oh my gosh, you’ll never guess what drama happened while you were waiting on your coffee this morning!

🫖 Cup of tea: you overhear them gossiping - could be their co-workers, or current events, or celebrity chitchat, or anything. You can specify the topic or leave it up to me.

If you pick politics, know that I lean left and progressive.

#🐝BeasBakery #attack on titan #shingeki no kyojin #jujutsu kaisen #sk8 the infinity #DanganRonpa #akudama drive

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aghostsdestiny · 11 months ago

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Things dont need to be going badly in order to need a hydration reminder 👏🥤

#destiny 2 #destiny the game #my art #fanart #crow #guardian crow #crow destiny #destiny crow #the crow #cayde 6 #guardian cayde #destiny cayde #cayde-6 #drink

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ii-confusing-confessions · 7 months ago

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WELCOME TO II-CONFUSING-CONFESSIONS!

I saw so many people make those ii-[thing]-confessions blogs so I gave in & made my own!

Last edited: 15/07/25 (dd/mm/yyyy)

Reason: added a new anon to the list again again

(stamp creds go to thisdastampdoesnotexist)

Rules for confessions:

Because this is II-Confusing-Confessions, all confessions must be confusing, perplexing, odd, &/or cryptic in nature about the II series, its characters or its fandom. If that is not the case, then the confession won’t be sent.

Relating to the above, other characters from other media (includes non-object show media) can also be mentioned, but II must be in the ask in some sort of way

Suggestive asks are allowed, BUT NOTHING NSFW!!! This blog is run by a MINOR!!!!!!!! (SHOOTS LAZER BEAMS AT YOU)

No harassment/bullying/whatever, I feel like this should be obvious but just incase.

Asks in different languages are allowed, BUT only if they’re easy to translate

Uhhhh that’s all I have for now but I will update this list again incase I forgot some stuff to add…

Other notes about confessions

If the confession is allowed to be sent but I am unable to answer it for whatever reason (such as the 28 mepads), I will simply take a screenshot of the confession & if the confessioner isn’t on anon then I’ll mention them too (unless it doesn’t allow me to do so)

Most of the time I will send confessions the order of which they are sent, so if you see me answering other confessions assume that there’s a good amount in the inbox

I think the only case where I will send the confession sooner than it’s supposed to is if it’s a question about Paintball or something… (I LOVE PEOPLE ASKING QUESTIONS ABOUT MY OCSSSS RAHHHHH 🔥🔥🔥🔥)

SPEAKING OF PAINTBALL, e has its own tag, so if you wanna look for paintball related posts go to the 🖌️🟤 tag

If a confession mentions a ship, assume that I’m neutral on it for the sake of simplicity

On that note, any asks mentioning any illegal ships/proships won’t be sent (ships with bot &/or cherries DON’T count as proships)

All anons will have their own tag, for organization reasons. Same with users that are off anon

Any anon tag can be used unless it is already being used by someone else

List of all anons so far: 🍃, nobody, 🦐, 🍀, skibidi, 👁️, reddit (bfnif), puter bam, 🐢‼️, ⚾️👖, 🐛🍂, doughnon/🥧, 🍞, 🜏𖤐⸸ (also ╶⃝⃤🜏), 📺, 👁️🛶👁️, 🫧🩷, 🧢🌙, 💽🪽, ⛲️⚜️, 🍒☯️, 🦅, 🍟, 🍓🥤, Xavier Renegade, 🦀, 🎾, lyric, 🦠🍋, ✨🐈‍⬛, 📁, 🧹, Keep It up with the IIdashian, pattern recognition, hlpjmlpfcam, 🪟🪭8️⃣8️⃣8️⃣8️⃣8️⃣, Tenna, 🐾, 👕, coolest fan anon on earth with a phd in fanology, 🐾💐, 🎰🔛🔝, tunner, the lesbian, the cabby, 🗄️☯️, ♟💭, 🌮🟦🩷, 🟧💬, tinfoil hat, 🍎🍾

That’s all I have so far but I will update this

GOODBYE & HAPPY CONFESSIONING!!!

#inanimate insanity #ii #object show community #object shows #osc

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soelstress · 6 months ago

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A Cornucopia for You!

Ransom Drysdale; miscommunication; omegaverse; fluff

🍟🥤🍔🍟🥤🍔🍟🥤🍔🍟🥤🍔🍟🥤🍔

Ransom had no idea when the town started to get so wild. Maybe it had always been, but now he was old enough to see it. Mature enough to be observant, and to know what he wanted. And right now, that was some dang good fries from the diner on Main Street.

The thing was, anywhere that was a common date spot was always packed, full of courting alphas and omegas all over each other, searching for their true mates. It wasn’t that he didn’t believe in them, but right now he was more focused on a good meal than finding his lifelong partner, which is why maybe it was good to hang out in the part of the restaurant reserved for betas who wanted to eat alone, without all of the mate pressure. But if his mate were there, they’d be able to sniff him out easily without the scent blockers he’d made sure to take, just to get to sit peacefully in the hole in the wall joint.

The beta section was much more crowded than usual today. He supposed the rain painting the windows was good enough reason for others to be wanting the same comforts as him. Ransom sat down at the counter and placed his order, feeling fine, until he began to look around, opening up his senses to the diner. The smell of hot fryer oil and bitter coffee usually hit his nose a little harder, but it was like there was something else trying to undermine it today. Before he even could investigate, though, a pair of wide eyes on the stool next to him caught his attention: you, snacking on a basket of fries and sipping a milkshake as you stared at him.

He was tall, shoulders broad under a sweater that looked unbelievably comfortable. You blinked in surprise when his eyes wouldn’t leave yours, but something about this man entranced you. And by the looks of it, he was pretty drawn in, too. Your mouth went dry and your senses went into overload. Hopefully your scent blockers were working properly, lest you make the stranger next to you more uncomfortable with the whirlwind of emotions that seemed to be taking over you, but all they really boiled down to was want.

Before you could think better, your mouth blurted, “big build for a beta.”

His terrifyingly straight face morphed into a smile, and you could’ve sworn you’d heard something between a rumble and a purr emerge from his chest before he laughed.

“And you smell sweet for one.” You thought you would’ve been able to control yourself better, but at the compliment, a chirp burst from your lips.

The man’s eyes grew wide and suddenly the realization hit you both like a train. Neither of you were betas, and this seemed like much, much more than an interaction from strangers. Pulling up the sleeves of his sweater, he signaled for his food to be put in a to-go box and leaned down so his lips brushed your ear.

“I can’t believe it’s really you, omega. Let me take you somewhere nice and private so we can figure out everything about…this.”

🍟🥤🍔🍟🥤🍔🥤🍟🍔🥤🍟🍔🥤🍟🍔

Mature enough to be observant, and to know what he wanted. And right now, that was some dang good fries from the diner on Main Street.

Dagnabit I want some fries, one of my comfort junk foods!

right now he was more focused on a good meal than finding his lifelong partner

This man has got his priorities in order 🤣

Before you could think better, your mouth blurted, “big build for a beta.”

If I’m suddenly face to face with this tall, sweater clad, cosy looking blue eyed buff babe I’d probably either faint or swoon or make a total fool of myself in comparison!

His terrifyingly straight face morphed into a smile, and you could’ve sworn you’d heard something between a rumble and a purr emerge from his chest before he laughed.

Ok… yeah I was melting and now I’m goo. 🫠

“I can’t believe it’s really you, omega. Let me take you somewhere nice and private so we can figure out everything about…this.”

ESSIE!! 😍🥹 I’m absolutely blown away with this. I LOVE soft Ransom and I’m a sucker for the omegaverse. Thank you so much for this!

#ransom drysdale x you #ransom drysdale x reader #ransom drysdale #essie’s 500 follower event #essie’s cornucopia event #Essie’s 500 follower thank you for being a friend cornucopia event #Soels reading list #bigtreefest

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eliotlime · 9 months ago

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End of October Update

There's got to be a less clunky way for me to title these things but maybe I'll figure it out after a few posts.

Anyway at the top of the order I want to say that uh... the Abacelsus zine is not happening by halloween unforch.. I just started school part-time and it being part-time is still kicking my ass! So tentative release date will be on 11th November unless something else happens....

On the plus side I'm done with the cover so all that's left is the back page and cramming all 24 pages full of drawings 👍

-> As I've said at the end of my previous post I want to make more blog style posts so here's me trying to do that, more under the cut

🔐Abacelsus Zine

I'm still deciding on whether i want to print it A5 or B5 but I'm leaning towards A5, though for the digital release it doesn't really matter lol

As mentioned, I'm done with the main cover so I just need to fill this entire thing with stuff, I said 24 pages but really the total page count is 30. I'm just not counting the cover and the blurb stuff.

I'm half taking a break with this at the risk of burning myself out and half paralysed with starting it. Plus I've kind of been more into Axl & I-no hilariously but I'll always love A.B.A. I think the lack of any real info really lends her well to interpretation which is always fun.

I've never really been one to engage in fandom so I'm probably going to be doing my own thing. That being said if anyone has any suggestions feel free to drop them in my strawpage or ask box :)

🥤 Strawpage & General Socials

The bugs make my pages so decorative, I gotta draw more bugstyle guys.

Speaking of strawpage, I made one of those! It was really fun, I have a short OC info tab with descriptions of some of my main guys. I'd love for you to check it out.

This kind of acts as my ask box for twitter since there's not one there and apparently it's basically my main social media site these days so I'm just mirroring my experience here over there too.

Hilarious timing considering that it's basically collapsing on itself once again, I'll probably still be on that damn site until it implodes but I also have a Bluesky account for those that care about it.

The sky follower bridge extension is really useful for bulk following people from twitter to bsky

I'd love to post there more but there's not a queue function and that's very important to me as someone who is not American and lazy to remember optimal timings.

Did you see? I also have a new pinned for this blog! Wanted to make a new one for a while now, always thought the old one was so freaking long. All the old info is still on my about and faq page though I don't know who actually looks at those.. a relic from years past..

☹ School

Sigh, like I mentioned earlier I'm doing school again! At my big age, but I'm having fun so far! It's part-time but it's still kicking my fucking ass! It's the main reason why I'm a little disoriented this month honestly.

Do you like it? I spent an entire Sunday making my class miro board look niceys and then proceeded to get nauseous from cybersickness afterwards LOL

I'm doing a UI/UX course and I have to say the funnest part about it is making personas, it's like making OCs. Don't particularly like writing though.. but also that's a lie considering the numerous amount of paragraphs in this blog post alone haha

🎁 Merch

I've also gotten confirmation that I'll be boothing again next year in Febuary! So I gotta start locking into making more stickers and general merch. I say this a lot but I do need to look into opening an online store because I just have tonnes of stickers and stuff lying around waiting till the next time I do a convention which is kind of a shame.

Oh, but I will say that if you are from Singapore and would like anything from my previous convention catalogue feel free to shoot me a DM on instagram and I can mail it to you locally, shipping's $2 SGD.

➰Closing Thoughts

All in all, been kind of busy this month with school and various loose threads from September but overall I think I'm doing better! I've also been cooking lately and truthfully that's my biggest achievement this month haha, been also getting really into canned fish. Yummy!

Oh and a last thing is that I've been itching to animate again so I'll end this post with a WIP of a gif I did last night/morning. I almost always never finish my animations but here's hoping this one actually makes it to the colouring stage haha

No prizes to anyone who can guess who these two because of course.

Thank you for reading! I know I can't expect everything to be done in a single month but I just wish I could do everything without getting tired or cybersick! If you'd like to support me, here's my ko-fi page and my itchi.io & gumroad as well.

If you have any questions or just generally want to talk to me, my DMs and askbox is always open! Any professional enquires can be sent towards my email as well: [email protected]

XOXO, Stay weird!

-Eliot :)

#lime.txt #blog update #update #announcement

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