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American Woman (Thomas Shelby x American OC) Ch. 47: Going Somewhere

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“Ahhhh!”

A scream pierces the house’s eerie silence and I jolt awake. Do I even want to know? Can’t I just have a quiet sleep without any violence?

I pull out my gun and slip into the hallway. No disturbances here. I peek into Charlie’s room. Nothing there. I quietly sneak down the cold stairs and turn the corner-

“Why is it that I always find you covered in blood?” I sigh and put my gun down to examine Thomas’ blank, blood-splattered face. “Are you hurt?”

“‘S not mine,” he promises. Then who’s is it?

I hear the front door open and am surprised to see Johnny Doggs walk in. Thomas waves him over and proceeds to show him towards the back of the house.

“Ah, there you are Johnny. The body’s this way.”

My jaw drops. “Body?”

He turns around and points to me. “Just wait here, love.”

Johnny tips his hat. “Good to see ya, Ms. Steenstra.”

“Merry Christmas, Johnny,” is all I can manage in my bewilderment. Thomas wouldn’t kill so drastically. Is the enemy within our own walls? There’s no way I can sleep now. I’m not going to sit and wait. I need to stand guard.

I retrieve my pistol and march straight back to Charlie’s room. He doesn’t even stir when I enter. If it weren’t for the recent threat, the sight of him in his blue plaid pajamas would be very sweet.

Click. The door opens and I stand ready in front of the bed, only to see Thomas rushing inside. His eyes adjust to the dark and notice me standing in his way.

“Time to wake him up,” he says without question. “I’m not waiting any longer. There’s a car waiting to take us to Birmingham.”

"Well at least clean your face!" I fuss and wipe more blood off of Thomas. "You're going to scare him."

Once most of the blood is gone Thomas leans over to wrap the child into his arms. Without any objection I sprint to my room and hastily change my night attire for proper clothes. By the time I finish Thomas is already making his way downstairs.

“Is it Christmas yet?” Charlie asks sleepily.

“Not just yet,” Thomas murmurs. “But let’s go, eh?”

“Mummy.”

Charlie’s observation draws his father’s attention to a picture of Grace. He swipes it off the table and continues his way to the front door. I follow him to the car and climb in the backseat. Is this what my last days might be like? Running and hiding until a bullet catches up with me and crosses my name off the list?

“Veena…” Charlie yawns as he stretches across Thomas’ lap and looks back at me.

Thomas looks between him and I. “Um, it might be more comfortable for him to lay back there. Do you mind…?”

I open my arms. “Hand him over.”

Charlie is placed across the seat with his head on my lap. Within minutes he’s fast asleep again.

“It’s Christmas now,” Thomas mutters dryly and holds up his watch to show the time. “Merry Christmas.”

“Vrolijk Kerstfeest,” I repeat distantly, still feeling tired and thinking random thoughts. “I’m afraid that I had no time to go shopping so I didn’t get you a gift-”

“No.” Thomas reaches over and puts a hand on my cold one. “Verena, you being here is more than enough.” His tone grows darker and he looks down. “And now you’re in danger all because of me. I promise I will do everything I can to protect you and your family.”

“I know you will. But I will not rest until I see my family again.” I continue to rub Charlie’s head and gently sing Dutch vocals.

“Heilige drie koningen, uit zo verre land

zij zochten onze Here met offerand.

Z' offerden ootmoediglijk myrrh', wierook ende goud

t' ere van dat Kinde, dat alle ding behoudt.

Kyrie eleis.

Three kings, holy, from a country far away

were looking for our Lord, bringing offerings.

With humility they gave Him incense, myrrh and gold

In honour to that small Child, who will preserve these gifts.

Kyrie eleis.”

In the front seat Thomas turns around to look at me. “Singing? In Dutch?”

“Don’t you speak to him in Rokka?” I reason back. That shuts him up.

“Slaap kindje slaap,

daar buiten loopt een schaap.

Een schaap met witte voetjes,

die drinkt zijn melk zo zoetjes.

Slaap kindje slaap,

daar buiten loopt een schaap.

Sleep, baby sleep,

Outside there walks a sheep,

A sheep with white feet,

Who drinks his milk so sweet,

Sleep, baby sleep,

Outside there walks a sheep.”

My own sleep schedule is starting to take its toll on me. No matter how hard I try to stay awake the rocking of the car on the gravel roads lulls my stressed mind to sleep…

“Wake up. Wake up!” A voice whispers.

Did I really fall asleep? How long was I out? My eyes fly open and I have to keep myself from jolting forward and knocking Charlie off my lap. Next to me Thomas holds the car door open and puts a hand on my arm.

“We’re here. Let’s get Charlie inside and you can go back to sleep.”

I sluggishly maneuver out of the backseat and cradle Charlie’s warm, limp body in my arms. In the dark, Thomas leads the way to the familiar front door and follows me to his old room. Nothing much is left inside. Only a small dresser and a bed with a simple quilt. Actually, most of the house has been cleaned and reorganized. Almost as if-

Oh. Right. This was supposed to be my house. My new home. Well, things don’t always go as we hope.

“Welcome home, I suppose,” Thomas whispers as I lay Charlie down. “Or at least a shell of it. We tried to keep it clean. Is it warm enough in here?”

“‘S fine…” I murmur sleepily and push him to lay down next to Charlie. “I’ll be in my room. Lay with him. You need your own sleep.”

He doesn’t look convinced. “I-”

“I mean it, Thomas,” I state firmly and pull the quilt over him. “Please. Sleep. We’re both tired and nothing good is going to come out of staying sleep deprived.”

“Alright, alright…”

He can’t keep his head up any longer. Thomas falls asleep almost instantly and I’m left with the sounds of his heavy breathing. As I stagger to my room and collapse on the mattress I cannot halt the disturbing anxiety plaguing my head. Yes, I am almost asleep. But my mind is far from eased.

When I open my eyes to Christmas Day it’s already past noon. Was I really that tired? The sound of chatter outside tells me Charlie is already awake. More than likely he woke up Thomas as well. God, can that man ever get a full night’s sleep?

Ring! Ring!

I’m about to tear that bloody phone clear off the wall. I almost don’t want to hear any news. But I still force myself out of bed and grab a robe before walking to the hallway. I pick up the receiver and know by the shallow breathing that it’s one of my broers. Do they know?

“Verena,” Liam states without a single greeting.

“Um, Vrolijk Kerstfeest. Liam, I-”

“What the Hell did you get into?”

So he does know. Maybe I can play dumb.

“What are you talking about?”

“I heard a rumor that the Sicilians have staked a Birmingham gang in a vendetta,” he growls. “Your boss.”

My throat tightens. “Liam, please! Do not tell moeder or vader!”

“Why the Hell not? So you can get yourself killed?! I’m calling Uncle Colon and having him send you back here.”

“No! I don’t know how deeply I’m pinned to this and it could be dangerous if anyone else interferes. The best bet is for me to stay hidden here until the Shelbys resolve this. My life is not worth all of yours.”

I hear him bang his head against the wall. “Verena-”

“Not. A. Word. Promise me!” I demand.

Liam groans. “Oké, oké.”

I breathe a sigh of relief. “Dank je wel. I promise to take care of myself. Don’t worry so much, broer.”

“I can’t help it. You’re my little zuster.”

“I will keep in touch, Liam. Vrolijk Kerstfeest. Tot ziens.”

He hesitates before hanging up. “Vrolijk Kerstfeest. Tot ziens.”

The line goes silent and I hang the phone up. As much as I want to deny it, he is right. If the rest of my family finds out they will be outraged. My place as a young, foreign bachelorette is not proper to be amongst this murky business. I can only stall for so long-

“Who was that?”

Thomas’ voice behind me makes me jump away. He still looks tired. And there’s something else… A deeper sadness in his eyes I can’t quite make out.

“My broer Liam,” I answer in a slightly shaking voice.

His expression doesn’t change. “Did he ask for you to leave?”

“Yes. I told him I’m staying,” I say firmly.

“Good. Good. It’s, um, it’s too dangerous to travel.” Even his voice sounds distant.

I step closer. “What’s wrong? You’re not telling me something.”

Thomas blinks and looks away to the wall. “There’s been an attack.”

Oh God. My chest clenches and my blood runs cold. It’s already happening. It’s all a guess of who.

“Who?” I demand. “Polly? Arthur?” Thomas looks up at me and now I can read his eyes. My voice becomes even more broken. “John…?”

“He- The Italians. They went to his house…”

“Oh my dear God. He’s…?” There is no answer to say he survived. “Oh, Thomas…”

I take his hand despite his attempt to look unaffected by the news. He immediately leans in and welcomes my touch. No tears, but the sense of grief is still felt from him. Thomas has seen so much death… and this might only be the beginning of so much more. He should not have to witness it alone.

“We’re headed to the hospital now. Michael’s in surgery,” he says and pulls away. “Can you watch Charlie?”

I nod on instinct. “Yes, of course. Please send my condolences to the others.”

Thomas gives a goodbye hug to Charlie and walks out the door. Charlie, still being too young to understand, looks at me puzzlingly.

“Daddy says Uncle John is gone. Is he going somewhere?”

Oh, Charlie. How can I explain this?

“Your uncle, he… He is going to see God.”

Charlie looks even more confused. “God?”

My face falls. “Your daddy hasn't told you about God?”

He shrugs. “Uncle Arthur talks about Him.”

It makes sense not to force such extreme religious routines in such a young child but could Thomas have at least told him who God is?

“Oh. Well… God is a spirit who’s always with us.”

Charlie’s eyes widen. “Like a ghost?”

“Not exactly,” I say calmly. “No one has directly seen Him, except for those mentioned in the Bible. That’s a book that tells stories about God from a long time ago. Do you ever get a sudden feeling of happiness, one that seems like you’re never alone?”

“Yeah.”

“That’s God. And his son Jesus took our bad decisions upon himself so we can be happy.” I pull out my silver pendant from under my shirt. “See this? It’s called a cross.”

“What’s that?”

“I’ll tell you more when you’re older. What you need to understand now is that even in the darkest of times you are never alone because God is with you.” I squeeze his tiny hand. “You are loved.”

Charlie thinks quietly and after a while looks up with concerned eyes. “Is daddy loved too?”

I kneel down and gently rub his back. “God loves all His children.”

“Oh. Okay.”

“And he loves your Uncle John. We need to pray for him, and your daddy, and your Uncle Arthur, and Aunt Ada.”

“Then can we play hide and seek?”

His antsy question brings a smile to my face. “And then we can play hide and seek.”

Charlie is serious about this game. We’ve been hiding and seeking for over an hour and he finds a new spot every time. Sometimes I’m worried that I’ll never find him and have to explain to Thomas how I lost him. Other times, like right now, I pretend not to notice him so he’s kept occupied. If this is all it takes to keep Charlie entertained then he is certainly much more agreeable than my young nieces and nephews.

Thud!

The sound of the door makes me freeze midstep. Thomas strides past me and immediately pours himself a drink. He doesn’t need to talk of his sorrows. His eyes tell enough. But I need to know how the other Shelbys are coping.

“Thomas?” I speak up gently. “How’s Michael? And the others-?”

“Michael’s pulling through. They all are. We’re having a family meeting tomorrow morning.”

I nod slowly. He doesn’t say how Esme is taking this. God, that poor woman. I can’t imagine… She loved John so much.

Thomas starts looking around the room. “Where’s Charlie?”

I turn to make sure Charlie’s hasn’t moved and whisper: “We’ve been playing hide and seek. He’s hiding in the parlor.” I put a cautious but empathic hand on Thomas’ shoulder. “There’s nothing here for you to worry about.”

He does not meet my gaze. Thomas keeps staring straight at the floor, comprehending that he just lost his young brother.

“Good to hear. Good to hear.”

“I’ll make some dinner. Do you want anything special?”

“Anything’s fine, love.”

With that I retreat to the kitchen and have to lean against the counter for support. A Merry Christmas, indeed. You said to take care of them, Grace. How can I when everything Thomas does leads to more misfortune? Maybe you were better cut out for this than I am.

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ladylooch · 1 year ago

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Wait! I finally have a blurb idea (I was in a drought for weeks) What if you and Nico have an FWB thing going on for months and no one defines the relationship? So now your friends are telling you that he'll never claim you as his gf because he doesn't feel the need to do that since you are that (this happened to a friend, is horrible) so they pushed you to date someone else. But when you are on that date you see Nico across the room and he is looking at you with his big puppy eyes he is heartbroken because he thought you were official or at least exclusive, and now you have to mean his broken heart and assure him that you also want that. 🥺🥹

Anything to You- Nico Hischier

A/N: Ahhhh the classic, we totally know what we are but then we catch feelings and we don’t. WE LOVE IT! Thank you for the fun request 😘

Word count: 1.2k (yes over a blurb, hope you don’t mind 🥰)

Warnings: Mature Themes (18+), angsty!

I still remember the first time Nico and I had sex.

It was rushed. In a bar bathroom where we both had gotten carried away grinding drunk on the dance floor with a handful of his teammates. Our hands and mouthes bumped against each other awkwardly. Neither of us removed our underwear, just slid the fabrics to a spot that we could fully connect. We both climaxed fast, the obvious sexual tension between us too much to hold back.

After was awkward; we were only supposed to be friends. We stumbled through the aftermath as we worked our pants back into place. He didn’t want anything serious. I kinda did, but hated the concept of dating. So, we decided we would be cool being once and a whiles with each other.

There was never any talk of forever. Never a breakfast in the morning. We slept at each other’s places, but it was always quick kisses goodbye as we ran off to our separate lives where we were just friends. I fell in love with him quickly. Nico stayed aloof.

Which is why I don’t understand the look of devastation on his face right now.

“Neeks?” I question, glancing over my shoulder at my date. Nico is silent, staring beyond me to Colton who is sipping on the glass of red wine I poured for him. In Nico’s hand is a brown bag, containing take out from our favorite Thai place.

“Ah…” He stammers. “Um, I thought I’d bring you dinner. Cause I thought you were working late like you said.” Troubled by guilt, I pinch my cheek between my teeth. I hadn’t wanted to tell him about Colton until I thought it was something real. I still don’t have an answer to that. “But you guys can have it instead.” He thrusts the bag out to me, avoiding my eyes. I can tell he is trying to hide how wounded he is.

“Neeks…” I reach out for his fingers. He pulls his hand away like my skin burns his.

“It’s… yeah. I’ll see you later.”

“Nico.” I step out of the apartment, watching his pursuit to the elevator. Someone is getting off on my floor so he dashes in immediately.

The ding of the elevator matches the light bulb illuminating above my brain. We may have never talked about forever, but we also never talked about seeing other people.

Shit.

The next few weeks, I feel like a stranger to Nico for the first time in three years.

He heads out of town with the team a few times, ignoring every one of my attempts to reach out to him. He’s left me on read, clicked the ‘fuck you’ button when I called, and refused the delivery of my latest attempt: Swiss chocolate truffles.

“I don’t know what to do.” I say to Kristen Haula when we are munching on Avocado Toast and siping mimosas at brunch. “He won’t talk to me.” She shifts awkwardly in her seat.

“I think he was surprised to see you with someone. It’s been a year since you two started whatever… this… is. Plus you did lie to him about what you were doing.” Her eyes widened like she is walking a cautious line between what she knows and what she is willing to share. She isn’t wrong.

“I know. I wanted to know what things were going to be with Colton. But that’s over.” I shake my head, smoothing out the napkin in my lap. “I honestly never thought I was anything special to Nico. With his recent behavior, that seems more true than ever.” Kristen snorts.

“Seriously? How are you two so off base with your feelings?” I stare back at her blankly. “He ordered you a WAG jacket for playoffs this year.” My stomach drops to the floor. “Still think you aren’t anything to him?”

I shudder in recognition. Now this is serious. Casual girlfriends, friends with benefits, puck bunnies, etc- none of them get WAG jackets. Only the women the players see a long-term future with do. And Nico ordered me one.

“Do you have the jackets yet?” I ask her after a big gulp of my mimosa.

“Yeah.”

“I need a favor.”

- - -

It’s late when I get to Nico’s apartment the next night. Almost midnight, but he had a game and I couldn’t risk the jackets being seen yet. It’s the most exciting time of year for the NHL wives and girlfriends. I don’t want to ruin their fun while I swing for the fences to woo the Devils captain.

Nico’s doorman knows me and let me into the building with zero hesitation. Clearly, Nico hasn’t told them I’m not welcome anymore. A little bloom of hope fills my chest. Maybe I still have a chance.

My knock on Nico’s door is loud, disturbing the quiet both inside and outside of his space. I bite my lip, hearing his soft footsteps coming to the door. I look down during the pause of him glancing through the peep hole. My ears listen intently, begging for the click of the lock.

It happens. A small smile tugs my lips up. My confidence rushes back in.

“Hi.” I greet him immediately. “Please don’t shut the door.” I hold my hand up. Nico’s eyes are wide and he is speechless, staring at the WAG jacket he ordered for me. It’s gorgeous, made of black leather with red accents. His last name and number are huge on my back. Sparky studs are perfectly placed on the points of the bold letters. It fits perfectly, like I am the only one who could have ever worn it this well.

“I broke our deal.” I blurt out fast.

“What?”

“We said this wasn’t anything serious. But I fell in love with you a really long time ago. I was so scared to tell you and because of that I hurt you. I’m so sorry, Neeks.”

“Yeah, you looked really in love with me with that guy in your apartment.” He scoffs. He’s hurt. His thick eyebrows are furrowed and he will barely look at me.

“That’s not fair.” I shake my head at him. “You never.. told me about how you felt. Now you’re upset with me for having someone else over?”

“I don’t understand how you could do… that. I can’t think about anybody but you.”

“Did you consider maybe he was a distraction so I could finally think about somebody else but you Mr. Perfect?” He straightens, jaw getting rigid. He grips the door tighter like he’s preparing to shut it. “But it’s nothing with him. Nothing like what you and I could be. It’s over.”

Nico looks down at the floor, then slowly drags his gaze back up my body, lingering here and there until his brown eyes get to mine. I can’t read him. I wish he would give me something. But if I have to leap all the way, I will for him.

“If it’s too late, I understand.” I whisper, heart beating so hard in my chest I’m confident he can hear it. “I can go back to what we were. I’ll be anything to you.” I whisper. He steps forward, reaching for my arms. He runs his fingers tentatively over the jacket, then steps forward even more to see his identifiers stitched onto my back. I look up at him, watching every flicker on his face as he brings it closer to mine.

“I want this. With you.” He murmurs, next to my ear. He presses his nose into my cheek. I wrap my hand around the back of his neck, turning so our lips collide. He keeps talking between our kisses. “Want my name all over you. On your back, on your driver’s license, right in front of mine as Y/N and Nico Hischier.”

“Why did you wait so long to tell me?”

“Same reason you did. I’m scared to lose you.” He pulls back so he can look into my eyes. “This is not an easy life.. being with an NHL captain.”

“Cause it’s been so easy being friends with you.” I chuckle back. “I’m not afraid of hard work, Neeks. You know that.” He grins, then wraps his arms around me to bring me into his apartment.

There is nothing left for us to discuss.

This time, it’s clearly defined exactly what we are.

#Nico Hischier x reader #Nico Hischier imagine #NHL imagine #NHL blurb #hockey writing #my writing #b writes

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scribbiesan · 1 year ago

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Quick little Herobrine and Steve WIP. Will do more soon. Might be done by tomorrow??

The style keep changing but that’s bc I’m a dunce so

#trash bin art #trash bin post #digital art #quackalacka ding dong #fan art #art wip #minecraft fanart #herobrine #minecraft steve #not a late night post for once #i either have the worst trouble with hands or im a god with them #there is no in between #but ahhhh #i do love how theyre coming out

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dudeshusband · 4 months ago

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evil.

#typewriter dings #deanposting #LAST POST ON THIS BUT AHHHH

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jslmasaysmoneyisbest · 6 months ago

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AO3 New story

Scumbag Self Saving System x Trash/Lout of the Count family(tcf)

Cale the Moon God that well is residing on the Moon and the disciple of Death is asked(begged) to help rewrite and make a happy ending for Death's favorite realm

Luckily the World was made into a web series which Cale abhored(adored) so he relunctently(excitedly went to help)

But Hey! Why am I the Trash Teacher!

And....my powers...WHERE ARE THEY!?

Ding! Welcome to Trash God Self Saving System! Complete tasks and regain your powers(painfully slowly)

Fine!

Why is my student Following!? Shidi's?! Sect Leader!? Students!?

I JUST WANT TO BE A GOD AGAIN😭😭 Meanwhile his accidental harem:Cale whats wrong come back to bed*innocent faces*

AHHHH!!!!

Be Aware I am Learning the right terms for things

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jerseyshoresy · 7 months ago

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Kia Ora!

May I ask something for letterkenny where the reader routinely bakes for the produce stand( staples like bread, cookies etc) but then branches out into cakes and shit that they get Wayne, Darryl, Dans and Katy's opinion of their work? Wayne wants to pay you but honestly cooking/baking for others is your love language?

AHHHH I LOVE THIS SO SO SO MUCH because I totally would be this person in the LK universe!!! I freaking love baking and did I mention I LOVE this idea??? xD anyway thanks so much for lending me your creativity with this request, can't wait to see what you think of my creation below :) <3 I combined this ask with the other ask about being a friend of Katy’s and being a baker so don’t worry, I saw that request too!! No one falls through the cracks on this account, I see y’all and all your messages I promise😎 even if it takes me awhile to get everything done lol

This'll be another implied Wayne x reader story, but again, it can be read either romantically or platonically!

Bringing Home the Bakin'

Fluff

lil bit of Wayne x gn!reader

Warnings: none

There was nothing better than hearing the sound of your oven ding with the promise of yummy baked goods. You pulled out a fresh batch of chocolate chip cookies, the delectable smell filling your kitchen. You turned around, putting the raw dough of your very popular bread in the perfectly warmed up kitchen appliance. You were anxious to get this round of baking done as soon as possible because you needed to drop it all off at Katy and Wayne’s produce stand before it got too late in the morning. You and Katy had been friends for a long time, and in turn, her friends became your friends, and soon enough you were officially adopted into the Hicks’ group. You had always been an avid baker, too, which certainly didn’t hurt when it came time to making friends. You loved to bake things for people as it was your love language—food easily brings people together and full bellies equal full hearts. You never, in a million years, thought that people would love your products so much that they would line up so early in the morning, eager to get their hands on whatever you were selling that day. You couldn’t lie, you were proud of making a name for yourself like that, especially in Letterkenny where bad gas travels fast and good gas travels… well, probably just as fast, but nonetheless, you were happy. As your bread baked, you decided now would be the perfect time to go get ready so you’d be on time leaving later.

40 minutes bake time and 20 minutes cool down time later, everything was sliced, packaged, and ready to sell. You loaded up your car and drove over to the produce stand, excited to see your friends. As you pulled into the dirt driveway, you saw car after car waiting for you to arrive with your baked goods. Wayne saw you arrive and came over to help you carry everything to the stand.

“One of these days you ought to park your car and sell right from the trunk,” he commented, his arms filled with cookie containers.

“Then I wouldn’t be able to see your big muscles at work, moving my stuff,” you teased. Wayne scoffed quietly, but you knew he was flattered.

“Y/n! Glad to see you so chipper this morning,” Katy greeted, taking the bread from your grasp and setting it on the second stand they made specifically for your treats.

“Any morning I see my best friend is a morning worth looking forward to,” you said, a big smile on your face.

“Don’t go soft on me now,” she replied, smiling back at you.

“Our favorites baker’s heres,” said Squirrely Dan, clapping you on the shoulder.

“Sure is,” Daryl piped in before leaning in close to you. “Did you save us anything?”

“Hmm. Maybe,” you said with a sly grin. Daryl tried to contain his excitement but failed, letting out little giggles.

All of your baked goods were displayed neatly in no time with everyone’s help. Pies were placed all over pretty patterned plates, tarts were looking totally tantalizing, and the cookies couldn’t look any cuter in their containers.

“Pitter patter?” you asked, eyebrows raised.

“Let’s get at ‘er,” Katy responded, nodding at you before addressing the crowd. “Y/n’s Bakestand is now open! Line up nicely or we’ll lay you out.”

Crowds of people started swarming in as they all tried to buy something before it was sold out. You did your best to bake lots of extras this morning, but it didn’t look like it mattered. The stand was emptied in a half hour after what seemed like the entirety of Letterkenny’s residents came by. When the rush was finished, leaving you and the Hicks standing by yourselves, you clapped your hands.

“Now that that’s over with, you guys wanna taste one of my newest creations?” you asked, a sly grin taking over your lips.

“I like the sound of that,” said Daryl, unable to stifle more happy giggles.

“I’d taste anythings of yours that you’d so kindlys puts in my hands, y/n,” replied Dan.

“Why don’t you take about 50 to 60 percent off there, Squirrely Dan,” reprimanded Wayne, making you chuckle. You retrieved a cooler from your car that held something you’d finally tried after thinking it over for a while. You were confident in your baking abilities, but this time, you really wanted your friends’ opinions on your work. You opened the cooler and took out the large container, your nerves creeping up on you a little bit. Wayne eyed you curiously, wondering what delicious item you brought this time. When you finally took the lid off the container, you held your breath, waiting for each person’s reactions.

“It’s so pretty!”

“Too pretty to eat!”

“I disagrees with thats, Katy, but to each their owns.”

Wayne didn’t say anything, but he nodded his head in the slightest manner—that was a great sign. You had baked a carrot cake and covered it with cream cheese frosting; not only did you frost it, though, but you created art with it. You had decorated the border on the bottom and top with an intricate piping design, the swirls looking like they were dancing on the cake. In the middle was a perfect illustration of a carrot, the coloring vibrant and detailing neat. As you sliced it and doled out the pieces, you could see the nuts inside were evenly distributed and the cake was pleasantly spongy. Not a single element was out of place and you smiled to yourself, awaiting the consensus of flavor.

“You outdid yourself again,” commented Katy, taking another big bite.

“It’s so good I could cry,” an almost tearful Daryl replied.

“Delicious as always, y/ns,” Dan complimented.

“This tastes as good as puppy breath smells,” said Wayne, and you let out a relieved sigh.

“You guys don’t know how happy that makes me! I was nervous since I usually never bake cakes,” you confessed.

“You truly have a talent and I’m so glad we’re able to showcase that to Letterkenny,” Katy told you, gently nudging your shoulder with her own. There were still morning chores to get done so after everyone finished their treat, you and Wayne were left to watch over the produce stand for the time being. You busied yourself with the till, counting out how much money you made—you split your earnings with the siblings since you used their stand but you still came away with more than enough to cover some of your everyday expenses.

“You know, I wish you’d let me pay you more,” Wayne said, looking at you intently, “especially when you bring over those other treats just for us. You’re a hard worker, I want to make sure you’re paid fair and square.”

“This is a hobby-turned-side job for me, I promise I’m making enough,” you consoled. “And I enjoy making things for you guys. That’s just me sharing my love for you in the form of baked goods. No money needed there.”

Wayne wasn’t fully convinced until he saw just how brightly your eyes shone when you spoke about baking. He could tell that you honestly did it because you liked it, not because you were looking to make a profit. He felt his heart swell at the thought of you in the kitchen, apron on and humming to yourself as you worked on some more recipes to please him and the others.

“Okay,” he conceded, his steely gaze concentrated on your carefree one, “but if we have to build a second stand for you, you’re getting a bigger share of the profit. No ifs, ands, or buts.”

��You drive a hard bargain, Wayne, but I’m inclined to agree,” you said, stretching your hand out for a handshake, “only if you promise to keep being my most prized taste tester.”

“Fine by me,” he said, grasping your hand in his own and shaking it. However, he held onto your hand for a little longer than necessary, his lips curved into the tiniest smile.

He could never say no to you.

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vclvetfleur · 2 years ago

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Obedient Chapter 1

roman roy x fem! reader

Summary: After college you hadn't been able to land a job. You hadn't even been able to book a single interview. After spending a night with your old college roommate, you see how lavish her life has been after becoming Kendall Roy's assistant. After a long night of helping her move in, she offers to help you out. She unsure of what exactly she might be getting you into with getting you an interview at Waystar Royco. But it was better than being unemployed.

Warnings: Degrading and implied drug abuse

Word Count : 3.6k

Notes: AHHHH I finally wrote a chapter. I hope you guys enjoy it!

Chapter 1: The meeting

You laid flat on the new couch your college friend had gotten. “Jess, Jesus fuck, when is this thing coming?” you whined, shooting back up to look her way with a pouty lip. She had been bent under her television to figure out how to exactly plug in her Amazon TV stick. Jess’ new job had afforded her the luxury of not just a new couch, but a new television, new coffee table, new bed and a brand new apartment. If you could even call this place an apartment. It was giant. Jess truly got lucky, at least that’s what you always thought. You had to be lucky if you saw how Jess and you were back in college, stealing and flirting your way just to feed yourselves or feed into your lifestyles. You had even convinced a man to pay for your wardrobe once.

“I don’t know, I’m not the tracker now am I?” she spewed out in annoyed tone. “Can you just help me? Shine a light or something.”

You hopped off the couch and grabbed your phone from the glass top coffee table. You waddled over and turned the flash on. After watching the few attempts of her trying to squeeze her hand into the right angle of the HDMI bit, your anxiousness reached a level of annoyance.

“Just let me.” You huffed before grabbing it and tilting your head to attempt to do what she had, failing just the same.

“I told you! It’s fucking impossible.” She laughed.

“You should’ve done this before hooking up the tv.”

“Oh wow, cause I really thought plugging this in was going to be so hard. Shut up.”

“AHH!” You shouted in excitement. You hopped up and down and revealed your hand from under the tv and clapped your hands together with the phone in-between them as the flash shined on the wall. “I did it! I did it!” You giggled. You pulled the cable down and plugged it into the outlet before rushing back to the couch. You grabbed the remote and turned the television on. You continued to gloat on your achievement.

“Yeah yeah, enough. Let me see when the pizzas almost here.” She grabbed her own phone, swiping through it to find the time estimate.

Ding. Ding. Ding.

Her phone was constantly buzzing. “Is that the pizza? Is the driver lost?” You questioned. Jess’ face had dropped a while ago. Ever since she had picked her phone up. It was her boss. She absolutely despised the job. That wasn’t true. She didn’t despise it. She was just constantly worried. She was constantly worrying about her boss, Kendall Roy. She was his assistance. And he never understood the boundaries of the job.

“No, it’s just work.” Her lip twitched on the side to show some kind of pity. But pity for who? Kendall? Was he in some kind of issue again? Or for you? For ruining the night. “Just ignore it” You shrugged.

“That’s why you’re unemployed” She joked. Your jaw dropped as your hand fell on top of your chest as if you’ve been shot. “Ouch” You said sarcastically.

“No, no I’m sorry. It’s just, I just don’t think you’d understand.” She quickly tried to recover. But she was right. You didn’t understand. You don’t understand what Jess’ job really consisted of. She had a lot to deal with. While you, regardless of being unemployed, you didn’t have to go score drugs for your ex drug addicted billionaire boss. You had just graduated college, same with Jess, but you thought Jess was lucky. She just left college and she was already involved in such a high profile, high paying job. She went from a dorm room to a studio in Brooklyn to a 2 bedroom penthouse in Manhattan because it was a fasted commute to her job. And because her job could afford for her to even pay for it. While you couldn’t even land an interview. You were just hopping from one job listing to the next. But thankfully you did have a fund to help you pay for your way for just a couple more months.

Jess found this job in the oddest way. You actually met up with her the night after it happened. She had been working for a restaurant when she met the Roy’s. And Kendall had just fired his assistant over the restaurant they were just sitting at for ruining the dinner reservations. Apparently, the place and time really mattered to the investors that much. So, while she waited on their table, Kendall asked her if she would want to work for him. It was ridiculous, sure, but she was the only one trying to not make a scene with him around since everyone working was staring, except her.

It was impulsive, but hey, look at her now.

“Uh, the pizza’s gonna- uh- be here in like 6 minutes.” She felt guilty. She knew it was out of reach, but Kendall would not stop bothering her with text after text. She thinks he might be out drinking again because his texts sound irrational. This was right after the huge blow out with his father, which was very public. And everyone watched as he came to crawl back and basically publicly beg for daddy’s attention back with that pitiful interview he gave. “Hey seriously- I’m sorry- that was super uncool. It’s just- Kendall is not really that well put as he seems.”

“No, It’s fine Jess. Seriously. You have lavish job with a psycho boss.” You tried to joke it off. You weren’t annoyed about the joke, just the constant apologizing. Jess wasn’t usually the one to really apologize so excessively. But her job really changed her. She was so much more nervous and shakier. As if anything she said could be used against her, even if it was a joke.

“I didn’t mean-“ You cut her off.

“Let’s just watch tv. What was the movie you wanted to watch tonight?” You tried to remove the subject from the air. It wasn’t a great feeling knowing your friend pitied you. Despite the awkwardness you tried to keep a grin on. You didn’t get fazed much. It didn’t take a lot to hurt your feelings. You’ve heard worse and meaner things before. You were scattering to move things you’ve just placed on the table for some room for the pizza when it finally gets here. You got up and went to her fridge before turning your head back to Jess quickly.

“My place might be hiring” She blurted out. She didn’t mean to. There weren’t really any other assistant positions. Shiv doesn’t work there. Her husband Tom had his own little assistant, Greg. Logan had way too many to even count. And Kendall wasn’t that trusting despite the restaurant ordeal. Except maybe Roman. “I’ll ask!”

But those words were the 5 words you heard nearly every week for weeks now. It was an exhausting thing to hear.

Your shoulders dropped down as you watched her frantically type on the keyboard. You don’t know exactly what she was saying, but whatever it was, it was a lot.

“Dude, I’ll be fine, don’t ev-“ You started before Jess put a hand up. “No. Don’t.” She persisted. Was this a mistake? Yes. Will she regret it? Possibly. She didn’t want to give you off to the lions, but god the money was so good.Jess was being paid 16k. A month, with a bonus here and there. Just to listen to Kendall whine and ask her to run around. Sure was it a lot of work and stressful? Yes, but she knew you could probably handle it. Plus you’ve met Kendall before from time to time. He seemed normal enough.

She put her phone down and finally paid you attention. “Okay, done. Now let me search the movie up.”

You both spent the rest of the night just drinking and eating pizza throughout the movie. With little jokes being told to each other here and there. But it got late and you decided to go home.

You spent the next couple of days on your laptop as you were doing what you did best, ignoring all your issues. You see a notification pop up on the corner. Jess texted you. You clicked on the text.

‘i got you an interview!!!! tomorrow 1pm.’

‘Kendall said he figured it out for you!’

You went completely pale. You didn’t think it was possible. Finally. You finally got an interview. And you didn’t even have to put in a resume or a super fucking cover letter. You could not express the happiness you felt. You texted Jess back immediately.

The next morning you got up early. You were way too excited to sleep throughout the entire morning. It was just how your brain worked, I guess.

You spent this time to get ready. You wanted to leave an impression. This was a multi-billion dollar company filled with millionaires and billionaires. You couldn’t stand out. Thankfully, you had an outfit saved for an interview. It wasn’t anything lavish, but it looked nice. You set it on your bed and went into the bathroom to take a shower. You made sure to scrub down your body as hard as possible. Your mind constantly reminded you of the people there. You made sure you smelt as though you had just run through a field full of every type of flower to ever exist. Or as if you had put yourself in the washing machine a dozen times. Whatever sounded cleaner.

You sat on top of your bathroom counter as you blow dried your hair. You tried to get every single bit of hair to look as perfectly placed as possible.

You went through your make up and then started the rest of your day. You sat at your bed with coffee and a piece of toast with almond butter on top of it as you watched tv before you had to leave. Specifically, you watched ATN. You needed to be in that mindset.

Once you finished your breakfast, you got dressed, sprayed on deodorant and perfume and decided it was time to go. Your nerves were through the roof. You checked the time. 11:30. You undid the caps of your medicine and took them with the last bit of coffee you had in your cup.

Unfortunately for you, childhood trauma left you with a lot of crazy pills you needed to take in the morning and night.

You left your apartment and walked down to the train. The ride was agonizing as you waited for each stop. You left the station once you hit your stop Cortland Street. You walked down a few blocked before hitting the building. You stared up at it as you couldn’t believe this is where you were possibly going to start working. You watched men in nice fitted suits that probably costed two times what you pay monthly for your studio. You shook of your nerves and walked into the lobby and then up to the receptionist.

“Uh- hi, I’m here for an interview.” You tried not to stumble on your words.

“Name.” She sounded unamused. She barely gave you a look. She seemed as though she had no intention to either. You gave her your name as she tried to search you up. She finally looked up from her screen and pointed at the turnstile. “Floor 52”

You nodded and walked through and to the elevators. You stepped in as you hit the button. 60 floors? Seemed excessive.

You watched as the numbers lit up as we passed each floor. Each floor just caused more and more anxiety in you. You didn’t know if you had it in you to even work in a place like this. What if you did bad at in the interview? Oh god, did you forget your resume? You panicked. You opened your bag for the millionth time since leaving the apartment to check for the folder again. You had a constant anxiety about losing things. You probably checked if you lost your phone or key about 10 times while on the walk from your apartment to the subway. And then some more.

The elevator dings and the silver doors open to reveal offices. You stepped out to only see walls and walls of just glass. Seemed redundant for an office if they could hear and see you, but okay. People passed through with papers or phones in their hand as they were trying to keep their heads low enough to get unnoticed. You walked around before seeing Jess with Kendall. She grins big before sending you a wave and then a gesture telling you to come over.

You obliged and headed towards her. “Hi!” you greeted before reaching to give her a hug.

“Kendall. You remember y/n? She’s here for the interview.” Jess grinned.

“Of course. Uh- ya. Uh-so, he’s not really here right now. He’s uh- fucking idiot- he’s late to his own fucking interview for his own assistant.” Kendall seemed to be annoyed as he was looking around. “Fucking idiot. I told that-“ He stopped himself as he tried to breathe through his annoyance. Jess’ head shot from you to him as her face dropped. She was left with the impression that Kendall maybe needed another intern. Logan couldn’t possibly need another one. Tom had Greg and seemed contempt.

“Oh, my interview isn’t with you?” You sounded confused, trying to sound as polite as you should be right now in this moment .

“No-uh you’re interviewing for Roman’s assistant.” He informed you quickly. Jess looked at you with bulged eyes. She seemed to have no clue about this. You had looked at her with a moment of confusion of why she seemed so worried. He said it as if it was not a huge deal. But for Jess, she knew she wouldn’t ever set this up if she knew it was for Roman.

“That’s fine, I can wait for him.”

“No, you shouldn’t. Let me just call him.” Kendall tried to cover up his own brothers mistakes. He walked away before checking his phone and putting it up to his own ear. “Uh-why don’t you just get a coffee or a snack in the break room til he gets here” he whisper spoke as he held her hand over the phone speaker.

Kendall seemed sweet and considerate. I don’t understand why Jess had such an issue dealing with him honestly. He didn’t seem bad. Maybe nicer than what I’ve seen of the other members on the board honestly. Those interviews, gosh. They were absolute messes. Kendall was a mess sure, but at least he shows a bit of remorse.

Before you could expect it, which honestly, unless you had even heard about Roman, no one knew what to expect from him other than utter chaos and dumbass bullshit. The elevators dinged and revealed who your interviewer was.

Wow. What an entrance.

“Alright cock licker, I’m finally here.” He announced to the entire floor. People’s heads barely even moved.

A short man with a stripped, what you can only think of was designer, dress shirt with a navy blue suit and enough gel in his hair to glue back the titanic together waltzed in. He walked through as if he basically owned the company as if he was THE Logan Roy himself.

Kendall power walked towards him. “You’re late to your own interview for your own fucking assistant dipshit.”

“Relax, I was busy paying the homeless people on the subway to fight” He smirked, waiting for a reaction.

“Yeah like you’d ever even been down that filthy rat hole.” Kendall scoffed.

Oh wow. Maybe he was as bad as Jess made him seem. I guess he liked to play Social Justice Warrior whenever he liked to.

“Yeah okay, where are they then? I’m ready for a black coffee.” Roman shoved past Kendall before finally laying his eyes on you. He would way it was cause he didn’t recognize you, but he barely even recognized people within a 20 feet radius of his own office. “Okay yea, come to my office I guess.” He spoke to you. He turned around and put his hand up, motioning you to follow him. Almost like how you would with a dog.

You nodded and followed before looking at jess with a look that could only be described by ‘what the fuck did you get me into?’

“Sit.” He ordered before plopping down on his leather chair in front of his desk. He laid back before finally feeling adjusted and looking up at you.

His eyes met yours before you immediately shifted them away from his. You grabbed a folder out of your duffle bag as you were ready to get your paperwork out before being interrupted.

“What the fuck are you doing? Are you turning in your fucking homework or something? Oh god you were that kinda kid huh? The one to remind the teacher of homework. God. Ew. No I cannot have that. Put that shit away.” He sure was pushy. Was he trying to upset you so you’d leave? What was the point of being a dick?

“Uhh sorry I just thought you wanted to see my resume or something” You shrugged. You tried to keep a calm composure. You needed this. I guess you can handle this kind of abuse for a bit. Maybe just until you had enough. Which you were pretty sure you’d make enough.

“Uhh” he mocked “No I don’t need to see that. You’re an assistant not whatever the fuck these other people do.” He gestured to everyone outside. You looked out and saw Kendall and Jess shooting glances at you. They knew what they had just out you up to. Jess feeling worse about it than Kendall did. You bit the inside of your own cheek to keep yourself from saying whatever you wanted to actually say.

“My bad.” You quicky apologized. “So, what questions are you gonna ask me then?”

“Uhh can you run to get me coffee?” He prompted.

“Now?” You shot him a confused, but annoyed look.

“Yeah. I’m hiring an assistant. Not a hooker. I would like if you dressed like one though. But I can’t hire someone who can’t do something simple like buy fucking medium whole milk latte.” Okay wow he was really annoying.

“Yeah, I can order coffee.” You said blankly.

“Good, go get one for me across the street.” He shooed you with his hand.

“Now?”

“No shit. Ugh I thought having an assistant wasn’t gonna require training. Do I need to keep dog treats in here to reward you? You’re not gonna piss on the floor, right? You don’t need that much training.” He tried to stop himself from giggling at his own jokes. He stood up before pulling his wallet out of his back pocket. He flipped it open and pulled out a $50. He handed it over to you and sat back down.

You stood there with the money, confused. “You really want me to do that? Right now?” You questioned again.

“Goooooood. Yes. This counts for your interview so you know, get to it or whatever the fuck.” He shooed before going onto his phone.

You nodded quietly before leaving the office. I guess you had to go get him what he asked for. God what a major fucking douchebag. I mean you’ve seen how he’s acted over social media and tv, but never did you think he was this bad.

Jess rushed over to you. “Y/n Oh my god, I’m so sorry I didn’t know. I thought Kendall just meant he was gonna get another assistant” She frantically explained.

“Its fine Jess. I guess I gotta get the oily weasel a fucking latte.” You scoffed. You held her arm to reassure her you were okay and not annoyed with her. She couldn’t of known.

“What? That’s what he said?” She tried to rationalize what Roman even asked for. You nodded before getting in the elevator. Jess almost walked in before hearing Roman from his office. “Hey! Come on, this isn’t a two people job now!” You rolled your eyes and hit the L button.

You quickly made your coffee run, making sure to get something for yourself, since you guess he was paying for it. You grabbed your matcha and his latte before heading back to the office. You walked in before setting down the cup and money on his desk.

“Ooooh what’s that? You go through rehab too? My brother drinks that shit.” He continued to try to strike as many nerves as he can. He really had a big mouth. It almost as if he let every intrusive thought that came to mind out.

You sat back down before taking a sip of your own drink. “Nope. So what else are you gonna ask or are you gonna make me do more embarrassing shit for free?” You finally let your annoyance out. You might regret it, but fucking hell, you could not spend the afternoon being someone’s little errand boy with no compensation.

“You’re already hired. Ya just send it whatever the fuck you need. I don’t know, ask Jess how to do all that shit, but ya I guess this latte is fine enough.” He hid his smile before taking a sip from the latte you gotten him.

You sat up a bit straight as you set your drink down. “That’s it?”

He nodded before furrowing his eyebrows at you. “Ya. What?”

“I just expect to-“ Roman quicky cut you off. You never liked being cut off. It was really one of your pet peeves. You couldn’t stand it. But I guess you needed to get use to it with this job now.

“Just do whatever I ask you to, okay? You seem obedient enough.” He rolled his eyes before putting his feet up on his desk.

Notes: Next chapter is up!

Chapter 2

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sabbathbloodysabbeth · 9 months ago

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Supernaut Chapter 3

Ahhhh! I’m so excited to share this chapter with everyone. Let me know what you think!

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Eddie walks into the gym glancing around at the crowd of students and parents waiting impatiently for the game to begin. He shook his head not fully understanding their excitement but deep down he knew he had no room to judge as in twenty minutes one of the most important sessions of his DnD career would take place.

His excitement for DnD was almost the same, possibly even higher than all of these people’s. Even though he has bitched that basketball was a useless thing it was similar to that of DnD, just another pass time that brought people together. It was just a different group of people who all tended to be assholes to Eddie’s group of people.

Eddie does another scan of the gym, pretending that he is Wayne for a moment. It was a silly thing he did but it brought him entertainment when he was bored or impatiently waiting for something. The latter is the case here, as he couldn’t sit still and wait for the boys to join him in the designated DnD room. That was the only reason why he was peaking in this gym in the first place.

There weren’t any alternative motives here, such as seeing if Steve Harrington was in crowds. Eddie remembered how he was with just being in the cafeteria for lunch. This was an entirely bigger setting.

There were so many people here, and Eddie couldn’t even fathom why so many people would show up to watch a stupid sport. Did Eddie ever mention he was a hypocrite? It was worse than that, he was a self-aware hypocrite.

When Eddie can’t seem to find Steve in the hysteric masses he relaxes. He didn’t care for the guy but Eddie still didn’t want Steve to be left alone in discomfort for something he enjoyed. It was no secret that Steve was an official member of the basketball cult.

That is why Eddie brought a backup plan to help Steve leave if he needed to. He didn’t just come here to see how many people showed up, he did have alternative motives and he doesn’t know how this, in any way, could benefit him. Thankfully though he didn’t have to execute this entire scenario he had created in his head and instead he could relax and check to see what assholes made it to the basketball team this year.

Eddie isn’t shocked to see Tommy Hagen sitting with Billy Hargrove on the home team's bench. He’s always known that guy was some variant of a Leech. Eddie keeps going down the line of boys, remembering the names just in case he or the boys ever had a conflict with one of them. But what shocks Eddie is the last boy on the bench, who purposely sat a few inches away from Jason Carver who was fucking around with another team member instead of paying attention to their coach.

Steve was in every meaning, the ugly duckling of the group. His face was still pretty dinged up, and from the looks of it, he may have gotten himself in another fight. His lip had a newer cut that hadn’t been there the week prior.

Eddie never gets angry. He gets agitated from time to time, which is normally the result of being overstimulated, but he never gets outright pissed. Right now, he was ashamed to admit it, he was pissed off because a stupid jock didn’t listen to him. He shouldn’t be surprised that Steve wouldn’t have listened, he should have expected it. But for some reason, the other boy's stupidity pushed the right button and now here Eddie Munson stands feeling like a fool.

Eddie grinds his teeth together and crosses his arms across his hellfire shirt. He holds himself back from storming across the basketball court to grab Steve Harrington’s ear and pull him off that bench. He knows that's what Wayne would have done to him if he was in Steve’s shoes.

Even though Harrington looked pretty dinged up, he looked better than he had weeks before. He had actual color now and his hands were no longer shaking as bad. With all these observations, Eddie still didn’t think the other should be playing. Medically speaking the other was probably one concussion from being a soggy vegetable.

Eddie has no clue how Harrington convinced the coach to allow him on the bench in the first place. Other boys had been rejected or even kicked off the team for much less.

Daddy’s money, maybe?

Eddie can’t help but go there. That was the only possible way anyone could be kept on the team, and it was no secret the Harringtons funded a decent amount of money for the school.

Eddie shakes his head in disbelief, jaw clenched shut as he turns on his heel. This has no reason to affect him this much. It was just another stupid jock.

As Eddie storms out of the gym, he pushes past a younger boy with curlier hair than his. The kid had a Hawkins high hat on, to support the team Eddie figured, and reeked of hairspray.

“Watch it asshole!” The kid sasses loudly, catching his balance quickly before rolling his eyes and joining the crowd inside the gym.

Eddie would have apologized but he was so pissed off with Steve Harrington, a boy he barely even knew and shouldn’t even care about, to be more aware of how assholey he was being to bystanders.

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The ticket booth was tiny, and from what Eddie could gather from the few times he’d snuck behind it to hang out with Gareth, it was also very cramped.

A smaller popcorn machine in the corner of the booth was mostly for show, the smell of the fresh popcorn was used to get people to buy some from the snack bar. It was a sneaky capitalist trick but it worked and also meant that Gareth was forced to keep fresh popcorn in it at all times. That benefited Eddie more than it did Gareth.

Eddie leans across the limited counter space with a huge smirk when he catches Gareth sitting on a stool in the back corner, calmly reading an old issue of X-Men. He was probably trying to avoid customer service by hiding, even though his job was to serve the people.

“Gare bear!” Eddie is close to yelling, laughing even louder when he watches his friend jump and nearly tip the stool over.

When Gareth finally regains balance he’s quick to scrunch his nose up and glare at Eddie. It was his signature look.

“Eddie, how many times have I told you. Don’t fucking do that.” He grumbles, standing up and carefully setting the comic down on the counter as he moves to the window that Eddie is half in and half out of.

Summer had just begun and the two had already started a routine. Has Eddie ever mentioned that Gareth loves routine more than he loves DnD? Well, who is Eddie but a people pleaser, if anything he was thinking of his friend by coming to the theater every weekend shift Gareth worked.

When Eddie was bored, or most of the time, sulking about not graduating again he would come to visit his good friend Gareth. Who would normally hold back a ticket or two to every showing just in case.

Well, that was what Gareth told Eddie but they both knew they were the tickets the theater gave Gareth for just working there. Gareth preferred reading alone over being crowded in a theater, this meant his tickets normally went to waste if Eddie didn’t use them.

“So what’s on tonight handsome?” Eddie asks, moving his right hand to prop up his chin. He purposely bats his eyes suggestively, even sending a wink for good measure trying to get a reaction. It works as Gareth flicks his in the forehead when he moves to grab an “extra” ticket.

“Ew, don’t do that,” Gareth whines as he crouches out of view before popping back up with a handful of tickets. He begins to sort through them slowly and says the movie names as he does.

“They have reruns for Rambo, The Goonies, and a couple of other movies you’ve already seen and yesterday we just started showing Back to the Future.” Gareth lists off sounding just as bored as he looked.

While Eddie begins to think about what he wants to watch Gareth adds, “You do know at some point you are going to have to buy your own tickets right?” There’s no venom in his tone as they both knew he wasn’t serious. Eddie’s likely to keep using his tickets until he stops working there.

Eddie dramatically gasps, clutching at his chest as he stumbles back a bit. “Oh, the horror. How shall I live knowing I’ll be just another cog in the capitalist machine once again. I-“

“Ok, shut up, Jesus H. Christ. You’re more paranoid and dramatic than my grandfather when it comes to that shit.” Gareth rolls his eyes. But there was still a tiny smirk on his face.

Before Eddie can conclude what he wants to watch, Gareth throws one of the tickets at him. It floats close to Eddie’s face before it begins to fall, he is quick to move his body awkwardly to catch the paper before it touches the ground.

“Careful with that thing, you could kill someone with a papercut you know?” Eddie jokes as he begins to wag his finger at Gareth like he is a nagging Mother. He even adds a few ‘Tsk Tsks’ for good measure.

“Hurry it up Munson, the movie’s about to start.” Gareth rolled his eyes but still kept a soft smile as he began to sweep up the popcorn from the floor. For a certified “Oscar the grouch”, Eddie sure did see Gareth smiling a lot.

“Oh, almost forgot. Can I have a large bucket of popcorn, and lay it thick with the butter.” Eddie quickly throws himself back on the counter as if someone is trying to steal his spot in line. There wasn’t. He just enjoyed being dramatic.

Gareth huffs as Eddie pretends to trade him cash for the popcorn. He had to keep up the image he was a paying customer after all.

“That's the money I owe you for covering my ass last week.” He hums gently, speaking softer so Gareth doesn’t get in trouble.

Gareth shrugs and pockets the money not too concerned about it before pulling out one of the buckets he snuck over from the snack bar. Scooping out as much as he can into the bucket and soaking it in butter, he than hands it to Eddie who playfully salutes him as a thank you.

Gareth holds back a laugh when he watches Eddie nearly poke his eye out with one of his rings and walk backwards towards the movies acting as if nothing was wrong with his eye.

“You are a saint, my good fellow, god bless you, I don’t know how I shall ever repay you.” Eddie sniffles playfully, talking in a horrendous old-fashioned voice. When he receives the finger for that he is quick to laugh and speed off to theater 17. To watch ‘Back to the Future’, the movie Gareth had decided he should watch when he threw a random ticket at him.

Eddie hums as he holds his popcorn and practically skips down the aisle to find a seat. All of which were packed. Which was expected as the movie was released the day before.

As Eddie walks in the dark he squints his eyes trying to find an empty seat for him to go to. He’s afraid there aren’t any seats left until he finally catches sight of three in the first row. Grinning obnoxiously Eddie is quick to do a celebratory fist pump without dropping his popcorn before he races to the available seats.

When the opportunity ever came up Eddie enjoyed sitting in the middle of three open seats. Why? Well, he enjoyed making new couples uncomfortable by sitting next to him instead of each other. It was a huge dick move but it brought entertainment to Eddie’s movie experience. Though Eddie wasn’t a monster, he always moved to the side in a heartbeat if it was an older couple.

So like any other time, he purposely sits in the middle. One vacant seat on the left to him was right next to one of the theater aisles and then an empty seat to his right that was next to an older man.

The downside of sitting in the front row was being forced to cram your neck backward so you could watch the movie. It was an intentional design flaw so that the theater could fit as many people in the room as possible because more money equals more profit. The only benefit about sitting in the front row was not having your legs cramped behind someone else's chair, and Eddie’s gonna take advantage of that.

He carefully leaned into his seat and stretched his legs out in the aisle as he began to eat his popcorn. He watches the opening credits and is immediately swept into the plot of ‘Back to the Future’. Eddie is so invested in the movie that he doesn’t hear the loud commotion behind him. Not until it was right next to him and about to sit down.

An elbow comes flying from the right of him and almost knocks his popcorn all over his lap and the floor.

“Hey!” Eddie yelps, moving forward fast enough to catch the cardboard from hitting the ground or spilling.

“Shhh!” Nearly every person in their section hisses out including the girl who just sat next to him, and was the reason why Eddie made any noise in the first place.

When Eddie is sure he isn’t going to lose any popcorn he turns his head to the right to glare at the culprit who nearly took his beloved away from him. He raises his eyebrow when he watches the girl begin to giggle mindlessly at the screen, nothing funny is happening yet.

Her body reminds him of a rag doll as she flops back in the chair without a care in the world. Her body was angled closer to him than the gentleman to her right which is probably why she nearly took Eddie’s popcorn out.

After observing her longer, Eddie concludes that this girl is high as a kite. He scrunches his nose and doesn’t question it and turns to return back to watching the movie again, just a little annoyed he missed something.

Before he can be consumed in the movie he hears stumbling coming from the left of him. He can barely pull his eyes from the screen but when he does he nearly watches this random guy, who was also in a sailor fit, fall on his face.

Fuck.

There were now two of them. Did drunk sailors travel in packs or something? This was strange, it wasn’t often you saw anyone in Hawkins visibly fucked up on drugs and from how this other sailor was moving Eddie was pretty confident he was suffering the same “Ocean sickness” his companion was. Eddie tosses a handful of popcorn in his mouth, deciding that whatever is happening right now is more interesting than the movie.

It doesn’t take long for the girl to catch sight of what Eddie assumes is her coworker. He hears her gasp loudly and he is quick to turn his head to see that she is no longer slouching in her chair but is now leaning forward, nearly folded in half to be able to see her co-sailor better.

“Oh my god Stevie!” The girl next to him hisses gently, her mouth full of what seems to be popcorn. Eddie quickly looked down at his bucket and noticed it was now much lower than it had been a moment ago, and the girl's fists were full of popcorn now. If he hadn’t gotten it for free he probably would more annoyed.

The girl jumps out of her seat quickly, dropping the popcorn she’s holding back into Eddie’s bucket, before rushing to Stevie. Her feet stumble over each other as she does and Eddie is even more shocked that she doesn’t fall over herself. She nearly takes her and this Stevie guy down when she finally trips over a loose shoelace and topples forward barely catching her balance on the guy's shoulders. It was as if she was learning to walk for the first time.

Eddie glances around the room only to see that everyone else is focused on watching the movie. It didn’t seem like there was another responsible adult here for the two of them to be on trip duty.

Great, that means Eddie was just promoted.

Eddie squints, trying to see what this mysterious Stevie looks like from the screen light. With no luck Robin, Eddie finally caught sight of her name tag, and Stevie was in front of him. He couldn’t make out Robin’s friend's face but he could see the side of Robin's face and she was squinting at him as if she was trying to make his head explode. It was amusing to watch.

“Hey, I’m sorry. I don’t mean to be an ass but do you mind moving over a seat?” Robin asks in a hushed whisper, her voice shaking slightly as she strains to hold her friend up. Eddie feels bad for her.

“I like, might throw up if I don’t find a way to surgically connect myself to Stevie so I don’t lose him again. He’s like a lost pathetic puppy, dude.” Robin rambles out, the dude part targeted specifically at Stevie when he nearly topples backward to avoid a bug from flying in his face. He quickly straightens himself out and shifts more of his weight onto Robin when he moves closer to her to speak in a hushed whisper. Eddie has yet to see his face.

“Robbie, it's okay. I can sit on the edge of the aisle.” The man’s voice sounds hoarse like he’s exhausted and in pain and from the way he was leaning on Robin, Eddie was starting to believe he was injured.

Robin turns her head, no longer glaring at Eddie but instead at Stevie. Eddie couldn’t make out her face anymore but from how fidgety Stevie became he's sure she had a scary look on her face. Without Robin even saying a word Stevie begins to stumble over himself.

“Or… or you can sit in my lap?” The poor guy squeaks out.

That was also the wrong answer for Robin.

“I can sit in yours?” The guy sounds confused and Eddie can’t help but let out a soft snort at how ridiculous he sounded. Robin doesn’t stop glaring at him.

“I- uh. I’m running out of options here Rob? Uh- um - I’ll sit in his lap so he doesn’t have to move and I can still sit next to you!” The guy says excitedly as if he just found the cure to some rare disease. This guy must be on some heavy fucking shit if he was willing to sit in another man's lap in public.

Eddie’s face grows hot as he quickly moves to stand, no longer willing to do what he normally does to couples. Before he is fully stood he watches in real-time as the two dumbasses in front of him decide that the only solution to their problem is having Stevie sit in his lap.

“Yeah, that should work!” Robin whispers back excitedly.

“Wait, hold on.” Eddie jumps up before they can execute their plan. He didn’t want to be hatecrimed today thank you very much, and if he let this plan be executed he thinks the older man who was now watching them to their right would be first in line to do so.

“I’ll just move, Jesus Christ.” He grumbles. Moving to sit on the edge of the aisle, if he was being forced to move he didn’t want to be between two people.

The two geniuses giggle to themselves before Robin sits back in her spot and Stevie takes Eddie. From where Eddie was sitting now, he could now make out the side of the guy's face, and holy fucking shit.

With how bad his face looks, Eddie can barely recognize Steve Harrington sitting next to him. There is active blood oozing down the guy's face and here he was sitting next to Eddie in a movie theater acting as if nothing was wrong. He should be getting medical help, not just sitting here watching Back to the Future stoned off his ass. This only convinced Eddie more that this guy was dumber than he let on.

Eddie can’t help himself, even though he had told himself that he was never going to help a jock again, he leans in close to Steve. Steve barely even notices, but Eddie can feel his face heating up from his breath bouncing off the other's skin.

“Hey, Harrington. You sure you should be here and not at like… the hospital or something?” Eddie asks. He tilts his head to the side and a few inches closer to the other so that the other can hear his whispering. He remembers that the other did have some hearing problems.

Steve takes a moment to react, turning his head in a daze and looking down at Eddie with the glossiest eyes he’s ever seen.

“Jesus man, what the fuck did you take. Your pupils are bigger than the moon man.” Eddie no longer thinks Steve and Robin used weed to get this fucked up.

Steve pinches his eyebrows together confused, as if Eddie’s words were hitting him at a two-minute delay. After a moment his face changes to recognition when he realizes who he is talking to. His eyes light up a bit and he’s smiling just as dopey as he looks.

“Hey! I barely recognized you, Munson,” Steve isn’t aware of the volume as he speaks, he just begins to talk a bit too loud as Eddie catches Robin eating his popcorn again. But he didn’t stop her, he was too focused on the man next to him.

“How are you?” Steve asks in a tone that doesn’t sound like it should be coming from King Steve. It was way too nice.

Eddie snorts at the other, “Could be better, I kind of wish I was on whatever you are on right now. Shocked you can even see man” Eddie laughs gently. Not moving from how close he was to the other.

“Though, seriously dude? Thought I told you to be careful of your head.” He feels like a mother hen scolding the other but he can’t help it. He felt like he was looking after one of his lost sheep instead of an asshole jock.

“No, you don't.” Steve’s face grows serious. The goofy tone that was once there between the two of them shifts into something more serious. Eddie can’t help but feel slightly uncomfortable with how fast the tone shifts.

“It's god awful dude, I can’t keep any thoughts of mine to myself, the lights hurt my head, I feel like I’m going to throw up, my chest feels weird and I can’t stop laughing at everything even though everything hurts.” Steve rambles out. “And there is like, a shit ton of Russian soldiers after me and Robin right now.”

Eddie furrows his eyebrows growing even more concerned. Now Eddie was no expert but from experience, he was pretty sure the other was having a bad trip while Robin was having the time of her life with his popcorn. Unless she was also putting a facade up.

“And, I was,” Steve whines out gently. “I did everything you told me to, took meds, slept a lot, cleaned my face every night, and avoided hitting my head the best I could.” The guy looks like he is close to tears as he talks. His chest was starting to heave up and down and Eddie is slowly growing more concerned that he was going to have to drag this huge ass jock out of the movie theater. He needed to defuse this boy before he exploded.

“Hey, big boy. It's alright, I was just teasing you.” Eddie whispers trying to comfort him but also holds back a remark about how the other also didn’t listen to him by playing basketball last season. But he’s pretty sure that would only make the entire situation worse.

Steve still looks out of it as he glances around a bit, wincing when he looks at the TV screen. He’s about to say something else but before they can Robin is hopping up and dropping the popcorn all over the floor. Her hand is over her mouth and she looks seconds away from throwing up.

“Too much butter, gonna throw up.” She mumbles into her hand. Even though Eddie is the sober one Steve is quicker to react. He’s already standing up with an arm gently wrapped around Robin's waist and leading her out of the theater.

This leads Eddie to a moral dilemma. Does he stay here and mind his own business? Or does he chase after the two dumbasses and help them through their trip?

After a moment the knight in shining army side of him wins and he’s quick to run out as well. When he makes it out of the theater exit he finds the two sailors almost immediately. They were hard to miss in their obnoxiously blue uniforms.

It doesn’t take long for Eddie to catch up to them. When he is in reaching distance he gently lays his arm around Robin as well, in hopes of helping Steve carry her weight to the bathroom. Looking over Robin’s shoulder Eddie catches Steve mouthing out a soft thank you before they both begin to pay attention to where they are going, the girl's bathroom only fifteen feet away from them. When they get closer it doesn’t take long for Robin to quickly sprint into the bathroom and for loud puking noises to follow behind her.

Eddie scrunches his nose up, hating the sound of vomit. He then takes the moment to turn and take a better look at Steve, who somehow looks a lot worse than he had months before. He was slightly pale and he was doing that thing again where he stares a hole into his feet. When Steve begins to sway a bit Eddie is quick to wrap an arm around his waist and lead him to the bench that was just right outside the bathroom.

“Hey, you alright sailor? You look like shit,” Eddie comments.

Steve snorts, about to say something else but once again Robin is interrupting him. “Stevie!” Robins's voice cracks as she yells, and she sounds like she is close to hyperventilating.

Steve doesn’t even waste a second, he is quick to stand at the entrance of the bathroom before Eddie can even blink.

“Yeah Robbie?” his tone is much different compared to how he talks to Eddie. Eddie isn’t sure he has ever heard King Steve talk like that to anyone before, and for a second he wonders if the two were dating.

“Need you,” Robin whines out.

“I can’t come in Robby, it’s the girl's bathroom.”

“So, it's not like you don’t use enough Farrah faucet to not have some form of girl pass.” Robin sniffles out.

Steve’s face goes red as he groans, “Hey, that was supposed to be a secret Rob.” But he doesn’t sound upset, if anything he sounds amused. That seemed out of character for Steve. This whole happy look on him didn’t look right. Where was the pathetic little Sheep Eddie had met months earlier?

Eddie holds back a soft laugh before Steve turns sending a playful salute. “I’ll be back.” He says in the worst impersonation of the Terminator Eddie has ever heard. Steve walks into the bathroom for maybe a second before he is poking his head out again.

“If you even think about releasing the information you just heard I will... I don’t know but I will do something.” Steve glares, obviously joking. Eddie can’t help but think what a dork.

The longer Eddie was near the king the worse his whiplash was becoming. One second the guy was acting like he was going to throw up and pass out and the next it was like he was completely fine and taking care of Robin.

Eddie stays outside the bathroom, figuring that it would be a little too odd for two men to be helping a woman out in the girl's bathroom. Instead, he could be out here and warning people from going in. Telling them that his friend was sick and they might catch it if they went in.

He stays on the bench and waits. Lost in his thoughts, once again planning a scene for his next campaign. When he hears a voice over the speaker saying the mall was closing early he realizes that the two toddlers have been in the bathroom for nearly thirty minutes now and there is no longer any noise coming from the bathroom. That was odd, but Eddie was starting to think there was nothing normal about the Scoop troop.

“Hey, you guys alright?” He yells from where he sits, figuring they could probably hear him from inside.

Crickets.

“Hey, Steve?” Eddie was slowly beginning to panic. What if they OD’d in there? “Robin?”

Silence.

Eddie finally stands up to just peek in the bathroom when a woman steps out of the door nearly hitting him in the face with the door. A panicked look comes across her face and he jumps back quickly before she can come up with any sick conclusions.

“Sorry, I uh... Was there anyone in there? My friend was helping his sick girlfriend out.” Eddie rambles out nervously. “And I’ve been waiting out here for nearly an hour.”

The woman pinches her eyebrows like she didn’t believe him and moves back into the bathroom before returning outside again. “Nope. No one is in there. They probably went out the other entrance.” the woman says before pushing past Eddie awkwardly.

And fuck. Eddie just lost two drugged-up toddlers in the middle of the mall, which was about to close any minute now.

He begins to race down the hallways, this probably would be the only time anyone would catch him running ever. He quickly turns a corner and nearly tackles a security guard who happened to be coming that way anyway.

“Fuck!” Eddie curses out before he begins to quickly apologize.

“Sir the mall is closing,” The guard had a strong Russian accent and Eddie was quick to wonder if this was who Steve was talking about earlier.

“I know, I know. But I can’t find my friends and…” Eddie rambles out.

“You're the only one left in the building, they probably ditched you now leave before I kick you out myself.” No wonder Steve had been scared, Eddie was close to pissing himself just from this interaction alone.

“Oh, ok. Yeah, uh thanks? If you find a man and a woman still running around can you let them know to call Eddie?” he asks as he starts to walk towards the exit, the guard not leaving him much room to go on a detour.

“yeah, yeah, yeah, now get going.” The guy speaks monotony before shutting the door behind Eddie when he finally leaves.

Eddie shakes his head worried before he goes to his van and heads home. That was the last time he saw the mall fully standing before it burnt down an hour later.

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