#I left the fridge open at 1 am and he got up at 6 am. So. Five hours.

[venomade]

It's one thing to ask someone to replace items due to a mistake, it's another to make someone replace an expensive item that was less than a third full at its full value.

[theereina]

Big Mama Pt. 6

Pairing: Terry Richmond x Plus Size Fem Black!OC

Wordcount: +2.3K

Warnings: MDNI (18+) mature content, such as cursing, teasing, heavily dialogue-centered, no smut, use of pet names (Daddy, Mama, lil' mama, pretty girl, good boy, b*tch, etc.), fluff, dirty talk, choking, Dom/Sub(brat)~relationship established

A/N: I don't know how many parts there will be. However, I'm open to critiques. I am a little 🤏🏽 sensitive about my writing. Please, don't be too harsh.🥺 Feel free to bring my attention to any typos. Divider by @firefly-graphics. Also, this work is not to be plagiarized or reposted (on any site other than here on Tumblr). I do NOT give consent for any form of republishing or rewriting.

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Big Mama Pt. 3 => 🦋

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Big Mama Pt. 5 => 🦋

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“So, where yo’ man at? He still ain't back yet?” asked Monica. We had been on the phone chatting all morning. “I guess on the lake. He's still probably fishing,” I said, leaning against the counter. “Oh, so he out fishing, and you at home being all domestic and shit. Okay, housewife!” Monica laughed. “Shut the hell up,” I laughed.

I had been cooking all morning since Terry left. I packed his lunch in a cooler before making breakfast earlier that morning. “So, we cooking three meals a day now?” she said being messy. “Listen, you messy whore. Stop picking on me,” I said, smacking my lips. I turned back to the stove and stirred the pot of collard greens. “You right! I'll leave you alone,” Monnie said.

I walked to the fridge and pulled out the variety of shredded cheeses I bought. I poured all of them into a glass bowl I placed on the counter. Since it was too soon to cook it, I only wanted to start preparing the macaroni and cheese for now.

“We both know you're lyin’!” I said into the phone. “Girl, it's just crazy seein’ you like this. It's so fuckin' cute. You all soft and shit,” she said giggling. “Whatever!” I yelled back while rolling my eyes. “You and I both know you ain't never did no shit like this. I'm used to Big Mama who be pressin’ niggas. Now, yo’ ass in the house cookin’ for one,” she hollered. I scoffed at her remark. Was I really that down bad?

I opened the oven and checked on the cornbread. The sweet smell of honey wafted through the air. I lightly pressed the top of the bread checking the firmness. I put on an oven mitt and pulled it from the oven. I sat it on a towel on the counter. “Girl, I wish you could see this cornbread. It's beautiful,” I said smiling. “Only you would call cornbread beautiful. Keep teasing me, and imma pull up, bitch. I'll bring my own Tupperware, so don't worry!” she cackled. “So, you just gone show up to eat, then leave?” I asked. “Well, what else am I supposed to do? Y'all too busy playin’ house and shit!” Monnie stated.

“You know what? Fuck you! I'm getting off the phone,” I snorted. “That's right! You betta have Mister’s plate on that table by the time he make it home. Oh, and bring me back a niece or nephew while you at it,” she giggled. “Bye, and it's still fuck you!” I said, hanging up the phone.

At this point, I was floating through the kitchen— mixing Mac and cheese, stirring collard greens, frying and flipping chicken, and whipping up a banana pudding. It felt so good to be in my happy place.

4 hours later ~ around 7 p.m.

Rinsing off the day, Terry was upstairs taking a shower, and I was finishing the final touches for dinner. The mac and cheese was browned to perfection. The collard greens were flavorful and savory. The fried chicken was chef’s kiss. The cornbread smelled like heaven. The banana pudding was just waiting in the fridge. I had outdone myself. Maybe Monnie was right. Was I in my housewife era? Had Terry put me in soft girl mode? Ah, shit!

As I reached to retrieve the plates from the cabinet, I felt something press against my back. “I got it, mama. Let me,” Terry said, reaching over me. “Thank you,” I said, kissing his cheek. He put the plates down on the counter in front of me. “Shit, I didn't realize you had done all this. You really weren't playin’, huh?” Terry asked, wrapping his arms around my waist. He leaned over and started planting small kisses on my neck.

“If you wanna eat, you gotta leave me alone. The plates haven't even hit the table,” I giggled while shrugging my shoulder to get him to stop. “It’s a shame that a man can't have dessert before dinner,” he said, turning me around to face him. He pressed his body against mine and trapped me against the counter. “Terry, you promised to behave. Come on!” I said, pushing my hip towards him. “No, I promised to try. I did. I swear, but you look so damn good,” he said, placing his arms on the counter beside me. I whined and scrunched my face. Did I want to fuck Terry’s brains out? Yes! However, I had also spent all day cooking his favorite meal and dessert.

I folded my arms across my chest. “Ah, mama! Okay, I’m sorry. You’re right. I asked you to cook for me, and you did just that. Thank you, love,” he said pulling me into him. His lips crashed into mine. He held my face in his hands and tilted my head to look him in the eyes. “Forgive me?” he asked flashing that devious smile. This sneaky bastard knew how to get me. “Yes, now move!” I said nudging him away from me.

Terry reached for the plate in front of me. “I said move. Didn't I? That means sit down, Terry!” I said rolling my eyes and laughing. I turned towards the counter, blocking him. “My bad. I don’t know what it is, but you knowin’ yo’ way around a kitchen like this makes me wanna…,” he said backing away from me. “Makes you wanna what?” I questioned as I turned around to look at him. Terry’s eyes lingered on my face and slowly dropped to my abdomen. A smile so sinister spread over his face. “I know damn well you aren’t suggestin’ that. A baby, Terry?” I scoffed while smiling. “I mean… You love me, right?” he asked while sitting at the table.

“First, it was Monnie talkin’ about bring her back a niece or nephew. Now, you! I can't deal with this. Why does everybody want me to get pregnant?” I laughed. “I don't know Monnie’s reasons because I wouldn't trust her to watch a pot of boiling water. However, I know mine, and I have… well,… many,” he said leaning back against the kitchen chair. He raised his arms so that they rested across the back. “And what might those be? Hm? I really wanna know, sir. Tell me,” I said as I turned to the food waiting on the stove.

“Don't worry about it, Mama. Just know I haven't found a reason not to. I'm just waitin' on you,” he said smiling. “Yo’ ass gone be waitin' a long ass time, too. A baby? Terry, you can't be serious!” I squealed. “A long ass time, huh? That's what you think. Imma get one out of you, ‘Vana. Best believe, I'm not gone have to trap you to do it either,” he cackled. “You know what? I'm not doin' this with you!” I said beginning to plate the food.

20 minutes later

“Done, baby?” I asked Terry while standing with my plate in my hand. “Uh,… Yeah,’’ Terry said. “You sound unsure. Baby, I ain't gone ever tell you you can't have more,” I said placing my plate in the sink. Terry’s eyes rose to meet my backside. His eyes lingered on my ass since my back was still turned. “More of what?” Terry asked biting his lip. I could sense a hint of something in his voice. I peeked over my shoulder to see him watching me. I giggled at his antics. “Terry? You know I can see you, right?” I said walking back to the table. I leaned over so that my face was close to his. If this was the game he wanted to play, let’s do it!

“Mmm. Why you playin’ wit’ me, ‘Vana?” he said shifting in his seat. “It’s easy,” I responded. “Oh, really?” he said licking his lips. I could feel his breath on my face. His chest was rising and falling rapidly. I could tell he was becoming more aroused by the second. “You never answered my question, honey. Do you want more?” I asked squatting down in front of him. “And you never answered mine. More of what?’” Terry asked as he leaned up to gently grab my chin. “You want my honest answer?” I asked placing my hands on his knees.

Terry's eyes watched my hands. “Of course, I want honesty, mama. Talk to me,” he said letting his thumb stroke my cheek. “If Daddy wants more, he can have whatever the fuck he wants,” I said trailing my hands up his thighs. Terry’s movements stilled, and his eyes shot up to my face. His eyes clouded with lust and darkened with desire.

Terry’s grip on my chin tightened as he used it to pull me forward. My knees hit the floor so I was kneeling in front of him. I leaned over and let my cheek rest on his growing erection. “Mamas, don't start something you can't finish. If you aren't ready for this, find you something safe to do,” he said. “The fuck is that supposed to mean,” I snapped as I looked up at him. “Aye, watch yourself. You heard me, little girl. I meant what I said,” he said grabbing my chin again. “Me? A little girl? Does someone need a reminder of who the fuck I am?” I asked leaning back on my calves and folding my arms across my chest. “You got one more cuss word before I…,” he said lowering his eyes into slants.

I couldn't believe I was doing this. I was initiating “playtime”. The excitement of the unknown pulsed through my veins. I was about to allow Terry to fully indulge in his needs and wants. I calmed my breathing before looking up at Terry again. “Before you what? You ain't gonna do shit, and we both know it. There ain't shit you can give that I can’t take,” I said fully committing to brat mode.

“You sure you wanna take this route? Once we begin, there's no turning back. You know that, right?” Terry asked leaning over me. His posture had changed and so had his energy. His shoulders were stiff and squared. It was as if his body was blanketing my entire aura and being. I sat for a minute contemplating my next move. How could I outdo myself?

I smiled as a thought crept into my head. I pulled my hands away and placed them in my lap. With the confidence of a goddess, I said, “You created this monster. Deal with it.” Terry's breathing halted before a smirk spread across his face. His hands instantly grabbed a handful of hair at the back of my head. “You got a lotta mouth, lil mama. I don't like that. I don't like it all,” he said tightening his grip. I moaned loudly. I could feel a puddle growing in my panties.

I was fully committed to my role as a brat. I laughed at Terry in an attempt to piss him off. That was having little to no effect on him. I knew I had to make him execute his fantasy to the fullest. I took a deep breath before speaking. “Fuck all that! What you trying to do, huh?” I asked biting my lip and cocking my head to the side.

All sentiments of expression left Terry’s face, and his body grew in anger. His hand quickly left my hair and found my throat. He squeezed tight enough for my breathing to stop. Ironically, all I could think about was how good this felt. My pussy quivered and ached as I released what felt like a mini orgasm. It soaked through my panties as he loosened the grip he had on my throat. “Look at you. Daddy’s little slut. You just couldn't help yourself, huh? That’s fine, mama. Just know this— when we get in that room, I’m gone turn yo thick ass every which way but loose. Don't run. Don't speak. Don't touch shit. It's my turn. Got it?” he said, releasing me with a push.

I looked up at Terry with big doe eyes before speaking again. “Yes, Big Daddy. I understand,” I said while struggling to hide my excitement. “Oh, you think those pretty brown eyes gone help you, huh? Ha! Too late for that. I’m trying to see the monster I created. Bring her out. Fuck all that cute shit!” he said leaning back into the chair. “But…” I started. “Aye, I don't remember asking you to speak. The only thing I want you to do with that there pretty mouth of yours is to suck, lick, slob, swallow, and do it again. You nasty, bitch!” Terry demanded.

As if activated on cue, I could feel the heat between my legs. I wanted this man’s hands all over me. RIGHT THE FUCK NOW! It was Terry’s turn to indulge in his fantasy as a dom. I loved the idea since he would show hints of it sometimes. His only request was not to be easy. He didn't want me to fully submit without any pushback. He liked the idea of me talking shit and provoking him. Terry’s plan involved leaning into a darker side of himself that he had never completely let out, and I trusted him enough to agree to do it. I felt he deserved this moment especially since he didn't judge me about mine.

So, let’s see where tonight takes us.

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[sage-green-matcha]

NEIGHBOR - ETHAN LANDRY 🏙️

When Ethan can’t get enough of the girl next door!

MINORS DNI!

Content includes: SMUT! oral receiving !Fem, Ethan catching you! Switch Ethan kinda? A bit of praise!

A/n: wanted this to be longer but honestly had no energy to finish it :( but I rlly wanted to publish it anyways so here u go!

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You sighed at the sound of loud music playing. It was just loud enough to be heard through the wall. Even if the song that was playing was from one of your favorite artists, you just wanted to sleep. You had a big Econ test that you couldn't afford to fail.

You picked yourself up lazily, blanket wrapped around you as you slipped on your loafers. You felt the cold touch your legs, shivering as you walked next door.

You knocked a couple of times, looking up to be met with a familiar face. "Oh uh, Y/n...what are you doing here?" Ethan Landry? You knew him from your Econ class, and also Chad's best friend. You two had been partners for projects a couple times, so to say he was a stranger would be a lie. "Oh uh, hey Ethan. I was wondering if you could turn down your music a bit? I'm trying to sleep" He gulped, feeling immediate guilt for disturbing your sleep.

"Oh, yea..yea! I'm sorry" "Thanks" you smiled. You walked back to your apartment, you didn't know he was your neighbor. You had been living in the small, New York apartment complex for about 6 months. And you hadn't seen him till now. 

It was the same thing for the next couple of days, waking up at night to tell him he was being too loud or his music was making the wall shake. He always apologized, yet he never cared to change his volume before you went over to ask.

Ethan started doing it on purpose. He loved the way you looked when you had just rolled out of bed. It drove him crazy. Tired eyes with the prettiest sleepy voice. You would always wear a baggy teeshirt, no shorts underneath and just a blanket wrapped around you, bare legs.

You struggled to fall asleep, confused at the disappearance of the loud music you had been hearing for the past week. It felt strange but you shook it off, finally able to enjoy a full night's rest without any disruptions.

Or so you'd thought.

You groaned into your pillow as you heard a couple knocks on the door. It was a Friday, and you weren't expecting anyone to come over, especially not at 1 am. You dragged yourself out of bed, not caring about your slippers. You slipped out a yawn as you opened the door, this time Ethan at yours.

"Ethan...hey, what are you doing here?" You rubbed your eyes, the light from the hallway hurting them. "I got locked out of my apartment...I left my keys in class.." you frowned. "Oh no, did you call the landlord?" "He's in New Jersey?" his hands were in his sweats, small and worried frown on his face.

"Uhm, I guess you could stay with me for the night" his heart pumped out of his chest. That's exactly what he hoped you'd say. "Are you sure...? I don't wanna make you uncomfortable or anything" You nodded. "Yea It's fine" you smiled, letting him inside. "Sorry to wake you up again" you shrugged. "Felt weird without your music anyways, I'm kinda getting used to it"

He put down his bag by the couch, watching you walk Into your bedroom to get blankets. He was more than excited. His plan had worked. He had his keys in his bag and had dressed in comfy clothes so he had no problem with having to change.

You plopped down the pile of blankets on the couch, tossing a pillow over to him. He watched as you laid out the blankets for him, placing the other pillow at the end of the couch. "Thanks" He smiled up at you. "No problem, if you want any snacks you can go in my pantry, Tara makes me stack up. And uh, there are drinks in the fridge"

"Thanks, for everything" "Stop thanking me, I'd want you to let me sleep over if I was locked out" you shrugged, turning around to go back to bed. "Night, Ethan" "Goodnight..."

But you weren't having a good night. Tossing in turning in your bed as you felt an uncomfortable feeling in your stomach. Warmth gathered in your core and you rubbed your thighs against each other. You knew you couldn't do anything about it, especially not with a guest in the house.

But your pussy was hungry for touch, a pain filled you up. A pain that could only be relieved by touching yourself. You sighed with guilt as you stuck your hand into your panties, rubbing small circles against your sensitive bud. You bit your lip, holding back any small whimpers. You'd die before you'd let Ethan see you like this, yet again you probably wouldn't mind if he walked in on you.

Your movements got faster, a small sloppy moan coming from your mouth. You heard the couch creak, making you pause. "Y/n...you okay in there?" "I'm fine" you answered, melting into the mattress as you pulled out your hand. You were frustrated, almost close to your small orgasm. "You sure?" "I'm Good, Ethan" You heard his footsteps go back to where he originally was, putting your hand back into your panties.

This time you were careful not to make a noise. Only the sound of your wetness was barely heard under the sheets. Your mouth was deep into your pillow, shoving two of your fingers deep into your hole. Your walls tightened around your hand, dripping wet as you thrust your fingers into yourself.

Your mind was clouded, the feeling of your hand on your clit while the other was thrusting hard made you roll your eyes back. You were careful not to make any noise, a tie in your stomach forming. You were so so close, the possibility of getting caught turned you on even more.

What would Ethan think of you? That you're a slut? That you're gross? Or would he rip your legs open and help you out? You felt your legs shake as you pushed towards your orgasm. Frustrating and embarrassment filled you as you heard the door open. You couldn't care less though, you continued to fuck yourself as Ethan walked over.

"Y/n...what are you doing?" Ethan rubbed his eyes, staring at your position. "Oh..." he walked closer to the bed, your head still fucked out as you rubbed small circles against your clit. "You're so dirty..." a small scoff fell from his lips as he peeled the cover off of you, your hands covered in your juices.

"You're not very quiet Y/n" Every time he said your name you wanted to melt. It sounded so good rolling off his tongue. You continued to pump your fingers into yourself, biting your lip with your eyes closed as he watched. You felt so dirty, just like he said.

Your body heated up at his touch, his warm hand gripping your thigh. A whimper escaped your mouth as your movements slowed down, the tie in your stomach seconds away from snapping. "Don't stop, you can do it" his hands held onto your inner thigh, thumb gently rubbing on your skin.

"You look so pretty fucked out" his words shot straight to your core, legs shaking as you felt yourself release onto your fingers. "Wasn't that hard, was it?" Your chest raised with every breath you took, Ethan taking your cum covered fingers into his mouth.

Your breath hitched Ethan, staring into your eyes as he sucked your fingers, letting them out with a "pop" coming from his lips. You didn't think twice before you were on top of him, lips sucking with desperation as his hands ran up your shirt.

You knew this was wrong, but damn it felt so right. The way his hands perfectly grabbed your waist, lips fitting together like a puzzle. He let out a small groan as your knee slipped in between his legs. Feeling his hard boner on your skin.

You deepened the kiss, lowering yourself on top of him as you rubbed against his dick. He let out a small moan, your hands now pulling on the strings of his grey sweats.

"You're such a slut" You pulled away from the kiss, Ethan's lips on your neck. "Yet you're the one that was watching me" "And you're the one that kept going" you melted into him as he pressed down on your clit, still sensitive from earlier.

Your small, whiney sounds turned him on. Thrusting himself against your clit. "Don't be so desperate" you mumbled, your teeth sinking into his shoulder as he made friction. "I could say the same about you" he flipped the two of you over, pushing you up closer against the headboard.

He hovered over top of you, biting down on your lip as you looked up at him with eyes full of desire. You'd never looked as good as you did right there. "Can I go down on you?" You were slightly taken aback but nodded anyways. You had never had a guy ask you, you always had to ask them first. And they always insisted for something in return.

Ethan wasn't like that, he just wanted to pleasure you. Just getting to see your eyes roll back and your cum on his fingers would be enough for him.

He pampered small kisses against your jaw. They got sloppier as he moved down, marking you with his lips all the way to your waist. Ethan looked up at you with sweet eyes. He pulled down your panties, pulling apart your legs. You felt the cold air on your pussy, wetness covering your glistening core. You felt nervousness gather in your stomach, taking a deep breath.

He ran his fingers through your folds, jolting at the feel. You felt so vulnerable with him. He honestly had no idea what he was doing. He had seen it done once. Accidentally walking in on Chad and Tara one night. But besides that, absolutely clueless.

You sensed his confidence start to go down, taking small breaths. "You okay...?" "I uhm, yea...just not too sure how to do this" You just shook your head, smiling before sitting up. "Hey, it's okay. You don't have to do anything" his face was soft, running your hand through his hair as he stared with his lips agape.

"No...no it's okay. I want to learn" "yea?" "Mhm," he chewed on his lip, staring back at you with doughy brown eyes. "Just do what feels right. And I'll tell you what feels good, alright?" He nodded, watching as you spread your legs open once again. He swore you were the prettiest person he'd ever seen. And to see you like this got him so flustered.

He ran his finger through your folds once again, collecting the extra cum from your hole. Your body shivered, craving more of his fingers on you. Your breath hitched as you felt his tongue flatten on your clit, biting back your lip as he stared at you.

"Keep going, good" he felt better as you praised him, doing tricks with his mouth on your pussy. His nails dug into the skin of your thighs, the pain proving you with more pleasure. Small whimpers and heavy breaths escaped from your mouth, Ethan lapping and sucking all over your core.

Your mind was cloudy, your back arching as you grabbed onto the bedsheets. "Please please please" Your hands dug into his hair, pushing his mouth closer to your pussy. His nose rubbed against your clit, his tongue deep in your hole. Your stomach pulsed, feeling hot all over your body.

"Fuck, E... I'm gonna cum" you hummed, feeling his fingers quicken on your sensitive clit. He hadn't even pushed his fingers into you and you were about to cum. The way he looked up at you made you moan, staring back through barely open eyes. Your legs wrapped tightly around his head, basically suffocating him with your thighs.

He pried your legs apart, shaking and weak as he continued to taste you. You tasted so sweet, the feeling of you on his tongue was addicting. He tried to rub himself against the bed, feeling the pain of his ignored boner get to him.

"Shit…shit" you bit back your bottom lip, body shaking as you felt cum drip from your pussy. Ethan's mouth was wide open, licking all of the cum up like your pussy was an ice cream cone. "Taste so good" You pushed his head away while he licked, too sensitive to continue.

He admired your sweaty face, watching as your chest rose with each heavy breath. "You okay...?" He asked, concerned. "Mhm," you hid your face in the pillow, Ethan coming back up to kiss you. "Was I okay?" You held back a smile, nodding at him.

Your lips connected once again, tasting yourself in his mouth. You got why he wanted more, pushing yourself closer to him. Heavy breaths filled the room, Ethan grabbing your waist before whispering something in your ear. “I didn’t actually…leave my keys” he chewed on his lip, watching as your eyebrows furrowed. “Really? Why’d you lie?” “For this”

You rolled your eyes before kissing him again, his cheeks a light pink as you pulled back. “Fucking creep” your lips formed into a smile, teasing him. “I’m not a creep” “You are, but you know what? It’s kinda hot”

[astr0n0va1]

𝐌𝐢 𝐒𝐚𝐧𝐭𝐚 - 𝐀𝐫𝐦𝐚𝐧𝐝𝐨 𝐀𝐫𝐞𝐭𝐚𝐬 - 𝟏

Hey guys this is the official part 1 of the 6 part series 𝐌𝐢 𝐒𝐚𝐧𝐭𝐚, enjoy and feel free to reblog, and share your thoughts. - N0va 2,156 words Songs: Algo Magico By Rauw Alejandro, Mi Santa by Rauw Alejandro

*SOMEWHERE IN THE STREETS OF MIAMI

After Y/n sent Armando the location of the home he strapped his duffel bag to the backseat of his bike and got ready to start his motorcycle when he noticed a car parked not far from him.

He looked back, brushed it off, placed his helmet on, started his motorcycle, and started driving. It wasn't until he had passed 2 blocks and noticed that the car was following him. He sped up trying to lose the car, but the driver kept up. Armando saw a nearby alley and went down it to stop the car from following him.

In the alleyway, he stopped for a second and tried to call Mike, but it went to voicemail. Then he received a text from an unknown number.

"Hola Señor Aretas, nos vemos pronto. - tu flor favorita"

He blocked the number and brushed it off trying to ignore some old memories flooding into his head. There was no way it was her, there was technically no possible way of it. He took a deep breath, placed his helmet on, and made his way to his destination.

>>> Now in Downtown Miami at the getaway house*

You, Dorn, and Kelly were the first to arrive out of everyone, which you were expecting as you knew Rafe would show up later with the booze, and Armando would probably be the last one there.

As you all settled in you decided to give Dorn and Kelly the master bedroom as they were the only couple on the trip. You took the second biggest bedroom at the end of the hallway, this left the bedroom across and next to you available to Armando and Rafe.

As you set your suitcase down Dorn and Kelly came into your room.

"I'm starving." Dorn comments.

"So.." You asked, raising an eyebrow.

"I do not like your attitude, Missy," Dorn responds.

"Dorn leave her alone, she hasn't gotten any in a while," Kelly said, trying to whisper the last part.

"I heard that," you said as you threw a pillow at the both of them.

"Y/n you need to put yourself more out there that's all we are trying to say," Kelly said in a sympathetic tone.

"I don't blame her have you seen the dickheads that approach Y/n, so if you ask me take your time and don't just fuck dickheads just because you're sexually frustrated and alone," Dorn advised you.

"Thanks Dorn, I will keep in mind the fact that I am sexually frustrated and alone." You said before getting up from the bed and making your way to the kitchen.

Kelly hit Dorn's head, "Asshole." She said

"What'd I do?" he said.

"LET'S GO LOVEBIRDS, DINNER ISN'T GOING TO MAKE ITSELF," you yelled from the kitchen.

As they made their way down, the door opened and Rafe made his way in with bottles of booze and a hookah.

"Why'd you bring a hookah?" You asked Rafe.

"Because we are getting lit this weekend and because of our jobs we are not allowed to get high, so we have to smoke something." He said before placing all the stuff down on the counter.

"So what should we make for dinner?" You asked.

"I don't know what we have in the fridge," Kelly said while she opened the fridge.

"Ok we have enough ingredients to make burgers which I say we save for tomorrow, or pasta for tonight," she said while taking a closer look inside.

"Ok, pasta it is." She said while pulling out some of the ingredients.

You and Kelly both started preparing things while Rafe and Dorn started setting up something on the TV and the speaker. About 20 minutes had passed and there was a knock at the door. Rafe went to answer and found Armando at the door.

"Hey man, glad you made it.” He said while letting Armando in the house.

Armando made his way into the house examining it as he walked. He made his way to the living room where he greeted Dorn who took him to the kitchen where you and Kelly were.

“Hi, Armando.” You said and went back to what you were doing.”

“Hey Y/n thanks for the invite.  ” He said, placing his duffel bag down on the chair. He then saw Kelly a few inches away from you and just sent her a nod, to which responded with a small nod. 

“Yeah, no problem.” You said before turning back to the stove.

“If you want, tell  Rafe to take you to the rooms and by the time you’re back dinner will be served. After the dinner, Y/n can show you the house so you can get familiar with it.” Kelly said before grabbing the plates.

“Oh ok, thanks Kelly,” Armando said before making their way to Rafe so they could go upstairs. 

You and Kelly served the food and put the plates on the table, and by the time you both sat down, everyone was at the table. Dinner was good. You all talked, made jokes, and laughed.  After you all finished you picked up the plates from the table and then went to start the sink to start washing everything, since the kitchen was now a mess. 

“Y/n I’m sorry I’m tired and so full, do you mind cleaning up by yourself,” Kelly asked you.

“It’s fine, I understand, you guys can go to bed, I got it.” You said.

She blew you a kiss and walked off with Dorn who was waiting for her at the stairs. 

“Goodnight Y/n,” said Rafe as he also went upstairs.

“Night Rafe,” you responded.

As you finished loading cups and utensils into the dishwasher you felt someone next to you.

“Is there anything I can help with?” He asked.

“No, I got it.” You said.

He still grabbed a rag and started cleaning surfaces and the stove. You were surprised you didn’t think he would be like this.

“I’m kind of surprised I wasn’t expecting you to be…” He cut you off.

“Surprised of what, that I cleaned, or that I showed up?” He said with a small intrigued smile.

“Well, both 'cause I didn’t know this side of you. I don't know, it just seems more calm” You replied.

“I mean yeah everyone thinks I only know how to kill and fight,” he says.

“Fuck I’m sorry I didn’t mean it that way.” You said.

“It’s okay I understand, it’s not like I have shown the rest of my personality. So trust me, it’s ok.” He responds trying to make you feel better.

“I’m sorry I really didn’t mean it that way, it's just that when I'm nervous I tend to just speak and not think.” You explained as you loaded the last plate into the dishwasher and closed it.

“Do I make you nervous?” Armando asked as he placed the rag on a rack so it could dry.

“Yes but not for the reasons you might think.” You said.

You dried your hand and took him on a tour of the house, you showed him the pool/backyard area, the laundry room, and the small house gym it had inside. And then start to make your way to the garage.

“And this is the garage, the last place we needed to cover the whole house.” You said while guiding him in. 

“It’s a nice place, I parked my bike out front. Is it okay if I bring it in here?” He asked while still examining the garage.

“Yeah of course,” you said before opening the garage door for the last spot.

He made his way out and in about 2 minutes he came back on his motorcycle. Something about him on the motorcycle made you feel hot, he noticed you staring. 

“You want to take a ride?” he asked.

“Is it safe this late at night?” you respond, even though you knew you wanted to get with no doubt.

“Yeah we will be fine, let's go.” He said while offering you his helmet.

“But what will you wear?” You asked as you took the helmet in your hands.

“I’ll be fine,  I'm experienced and your safety is more important anyway,” he said while starting the bike. You felt your face get hot when he said that your safety is more important. So you took the helmet put it on and hopped on behind him.

“Is it okay if I put my arms around you, I’m not sure what to hold on to?” You asked. When the words left your mouth you realized what you had just said. 

“Yeah, whatever you want.” He said. 

You put your arms around his waist causing your body to come into very close proximity with his. To the point where your whole body was pressed to his back and your arms were looped around his waist.

“You ready?” He asked.

You responded with a nod and he started to back up out of the garage, and into the street. Before you knew it you guys were riding around the streets of Miami, and all of it felt good. The wind, the adrenaline, and the feeling of Armando’s body close to you. He smelled amazing; it was like a woody and Ambery scent that just made you want to stay on top of him for the whole night.

Before you realized it you were both making your way back into the garage. The bike came to a stop, and you unclasped your arms from around his waist and took off the helmet. 

“Thank you, that was fun,” you said before getting completely off the bike.

“Yeah anytime Princess,” he said before placing his helmet on the bike and shutting the garage door. You gave him a small nod and walked back into the house. On your way to your room, you remembered the feeling of being on the bike with him, his scent, and how he called you Princess. This caused you to smile like a little kid in a candy store. 

When you made it into your room you decided to take a shower. But when you started taking your shirt off you felt his scent on your shirt, and instead of throwing it in your laundry bag, you threw it to your bed. 

You took a nice hot shower washed your hair too, did your skincare, and put your hair in a towel waiting for it to dry. You put on pajamas and lay on your bed for about 30 minutes waiting for your hair to finish drying. But then until you got thirsty and decided to go get a water bottle.

You opened your door and took a peek down the hallway and noticed that the downstairs light was on. You remembered turning it off, so it had no reason to be on. You quietly made your way downstairs to the kitchen where you found Armando looking through the fridge. Before you said anything you took a moment to admire his toned arms and abs that trailed down to his lower stomach area.

You snapped out of it and finally decided to say something. 

“Hey did you need something?” you asked pretending you were just now walking into the kitchen. 

“Yeah I was looking for cold water but there aren’t any in here.” He replied. As soon as he said that his eyes examined your body and what you were wearing. 

“I think I have a water case in my trunk. Do you mind bringing it in?” you asked.

“Yeah I can.” you then led him to the garage and grabbed your keys from the key holder to unlock your car. You could feel him staring at you, but you weren't sure if he was staring for the right reasons. But then you were wearing pajama shorts that sat on the tip of your ass, and your cropped spaghetti strap wasn’t helping but that was what you packed.

After he brings the water in and places it on the counter, you lock your car, grab a water bottle, and start walking upstairs which he follows behind you. Now you both stood in front of your room doors.

“Thank you for bringing the water in.” you spit out trying not to get distracted by his figure.

“Yeah no problem,” he said before you could turn the knob for your door. 

“OK. Goodnight Armando.” You shortly replied. And before you closed your door you heard it.

“Goodnight princess,” he said before fully closing his door.

You closed your door and your face began to feel hot again, you were blushing. At that moment you realized you did have a crush on Armando. You laid on your bed replaying the moments from tonight and little by little fell asleep. 

Tomorrow was going to be a long day, and you were going to need all the energy you had.

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Book 6, Episode 1: Startouched Analysis/Commentary

Gotta love how it opens with Ripples in the water reflecting the stars. Go read the short stories if you don't know what I'm talking about.

Aaravos hesitates before crumbling Viren which is the funniest shit to me. This hurts more though, having seen the whole season.

Gotta love how Terry basically said Viren just ran away to go die like an angsty teen.

He got a new son to orphan les goooo

I find the framing of this pretty interesting. Viren is still in the dark while Claudia is standing in the light. You'd think it'd be the other way around. Perhaps it symbolizes how he has come to terms with his dark side, and is going to face it. While he leaves Claudia who, hopefully, can still be redeemed. Because ultimately this isn't her fault, it's his. He's the dark one.

At first I thought it was cruel for Viren to leave Claudia, but I've come to a realization. Claudia is better off without him. He is the reason she's done all this, and nothing will change if she keeps having to save him. She needs to let go. I'm not sure if this was intentional on Viren's part, but he made the right choice nonetheless.

Man, what is it with this show and blindfolds? So far they have showed up in Harrow's little flashback speech, on the Celestial elves, and here. Is this anything??

I was expecting to be annoyed by the baitlings' presence in this season, but they didn't actually get in the way much. Glad the writers read the room. They were mostly just used to fill the comic relief void that soren has left.

Also, I love how Jason Simpson still managed to weasel his way into the High Council through Barius, since Viren isn't exactly, yk, in that position.

DESTROY IT? CALLUM, HAVE YOU EVEN LISTENED TO THE MAGNUS ARCHIVES?

THE TABLE, CALLUM. THE TABLE!!!! Bro really be like "it's remarkably easy to buy a Novablade in central Starscraper."

Also, the way Rayla says "pearl" sounds like "peril."

They play Aaravos's little motif-melody-thingy throughout this scene. Yk, from I See You and Follow my Lead. Glad to cross that off my bingo card.

You can't see it here but the eye-movements in this scene are great. I think the animation and lighting really shine in this season. Pun intended.

Barius doing some casual baking at like 1 AM or something. Bro got insomnia /j. I mean, who are these for? They don't have fridges so they can't save em for long. Maybe Callum got him some sorta magical fridge. Or- wait- maybe they do have, like, a primitive fridge. Was that a thing? Oh actually, maybe Callum and Rayla just go to bed early. Lmfao

And there we have it, the first Viren-Callum parallel of the season. Just like episode 1 of season 1, he barges into the King's bedroom.

Alright, so. Other than this line being hilarious, I'm thinking the frustrating switcharoo that turns the latter half of the season into a bloodbath happened here. Was pretty foolish of Callum to think the pearl would be safe with him on his way out.

Ezran is saddened by everyone's departure. I'm not sure why, but it's worth noting.

They pretty much have her say "my dad is gone" just so that using this clip as a trailer wouldn't spoil anything lmao. I've been waiting to say that since Wondercon.

And now Claudia is the one leaving, as she steps out of the purifying light of the setting sun. Everyone, please give Terry a round of applause for continuing to love her despite this.

And now for the credits:

These are similar. Opeli is from the credits of this episode, and Harrow, from the credits of one from Season 2.

We need this to be a shirt.

Ahhh so Aaravos isn't the only Startouch elf with a star on their chest. I might be a little late to noticing that. Idk.

WHY THE HELL IS TERRY THE ONLY ONE CRYING FOR SIR SPARKLEPUFF? WHAT THE FUCK?

One last thing. Is it just me or is the outro song a little different? Music people, help me. I must know.

But yeah, banger episode, banger season, banger show. Imma be doin' these for all the season 6 episodes. At this rate, they will all have more words than Fallout Equestria. /j

Alright, time to take my meds. 💀

[clovermarigold]

Late Night Snack pt.2

Gekko, Skye, Chamber x Reader

Series masterlist - Pt.1

Somewhat of a prequal for most of the pairings.

Thank you to @rowanyte for requesting this sequel.

*Disclaimer* alcohol

as someone who doesn't drink by choice, just imagine I understood anything I wrote.

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Gekko- Doritos

10... 10 to fucking 0. How? How was that even possible. You were the one to introduce him to this game. You spent more time learning all of its characters than you did outside. How the hell did he manage to beat you ten times!

"I think it's official, Angel. I'm better than you at every game we own" you turned sharply to glare at him, "Absolutely not! Rematch".

"Yeah, it's like three in the morning, I'll pass" he said turning off his controller and standing to stretch. "Oh, ok. No that makes sense... So, I guess that means I win" you mutter just loud enough for him to make out, "What was that?", the corners of your lips turning up.

"Oh nothing, it's just that it sounds like you're forfeiting" He groaned looking at the roof, "Please don't do your whole super competitive thing now ".

"Hey!" you bristle at the unsavory accusation, "We don't have to do anything besides going to bed and cuddling.... if you admit you're giving up" he rubbed a hand down his face.

A sinister giggle left you as you watched him flop down into is spot on the couch. "You're grabbing snacks!" a fair enough deal if it meant you had your chance at revenge.

You were quick to run to the kitchen and raid the pantry. It was a good thing some of the other agents had gone shopping recently, they wouldn't mind you 'borrowing' some, surely!

Skye's kale chips? Gross. Neon's energy drinks? Would be perfect if you and Matteo actually liked energy drinks. Jett's tteobokki? Eh, you were looking for something that was ready to go. Oh! There it is!

"I got the goods!" you held up the bag of Doritos, no doubt phoenix's. To your surprise he didn't react. "Geks?" walking around to the front of the couch you were met with your boyfriend who was passed out, head resting on his hand.

Gently, you take your spot next to him, curling into his side, carefully pressing on his arm. "We still playing?" he stirred, drowsiness apparent. "No. we can go to bed" you smile lightly. "hmm... You sure?".

"Yeah. I'm sure" As much as you loved winning, it wasn't worth it if he would be stuck suffering sleep deprivation. His hand wrapped around yours, rubbing light circles on your palm, "Thanks."

The sweet moment, however, was completely destroyed when he decided to open his stupid mouth. "Got it. You forfeit. I win" this little shit!

Apparently, your face must have been as shocked and irritated as you felt, because he broke out laughing. "You asshole! You weren't even sleeping!" he made a move to grab the bag of chips from you.

"uh uh! Doritos are for good boyfriends who don't pull shit like this!" you pulled the bag away, knocking him on his arm. "Hey, tranquilo!".

You stood, "I am going to give these to someone who deserves them! Wings!!!!".

He lunged at you, lifting you in the air, "Gimme the bag and I'll put you down". "Gek- Matteo! Put me down" the both of you froze when the door slammed open.

"It is 3 in the damn morning" Brimstone.... parties over. "Go to bed. Now" abruptly he put you down, the two of you marching to your rooms under Brim's watchful eye, making sure you actually went to bed.

"well that was embarrassing" you said, flopping onto your bed. A notification went off on your phone

Geks <3 : So I won right?

This man

Skye- Fruit Salad

43 minutes, you had cut down your run time by 7 minutes. It wasn't quite your goal, but it was progress. you usually preferred to do your morning run at around 5. But you had a mission briefing at 6:30. A 4 o'clock run wasn't too terrible.

Damn you were tired, hungry too. taking out your earbuds and resting your phone on the table and walking over to the fridge.

Pork Cutlet? Too heavy, besides, heating it up would stink up the kitchen with pork. The last thing you needed was to wake someone up. You had already been yelled at by viper for interrupting her during your workout.

Adobo was immediately out of the question. Neon was scary when it came to people eating her food. Gekko had eaten it once when it was in an unmarked container, labeling it up for grabs....

Not even wingman could save him

"Pesto? No. Curry? Nice, but I'm not in the mood for spicy. Aha, there we go" reaching into the back, you found your prize. You had honestly thought someone would have eaten it by now.

Your perfect way to start the day. A nice cold, untouched fruit salad. Mind you, it did have more melons than you'd liked, but it was to be expected. Had to cut down on the price somehow.

"Bugger. I was looking forward to that" a familiar voice came from behind you. You turned, holding the bowl in one hand, and a single, half bitten strawberry in the other.

"Good morning, Skye" you took in her appearance, she was dressed in sportswear, and she had an arm band holding her music player firm to her arm, "You going on a run?".

"Yeah, Brims got another thing coming if he thinks I'm skipping my run for a brief on a mission two days from now" she reached over, grabbing a grape from the bowl in your hand.

"A little late to ask, but did you want to share?"

"All right" she says smiling as she popped another grape into her mouth. You felt your knees wobble a little. For a moment you actually take in her appearance. Her skin was covered in a light sheen of sweat, cheeks still rosy from exercise, biceps taut, and teeth practically blinding you.

"Looking good, mate! Nice to see some people here exercise in their free time" oh shit, was she checking you out too? No! You were gross and sweaty. Hell, probably pink in the face from exercise... and other reasons. Oh, you were not gonna last long this close to her before you made a fool of yourself.

It's not your fault, she's just too cool. Ripped, clever, sharp tongued, and an absolute tank on the field.

"You can have the rest!" you wince at how stupid you sound. Great going idiot, now she thinks you're weird...er?

carefully (and fully aware of your embarrassed blunder) Skye pulls the bowl from your hand with a laugh, "Cheers, love". She gives you a nod and exits the kitchen.

she called you love

Chamber- Wine

You swear sometimes the thought that your job wasn't worth all the paperwork was truer than you would like to admit. Reyna may be the sword and face of the sanctuary but in reality, it would not be able to function without you.

After all, managing to make people disappear from one of the most powerful companies in the world, as well as balancing defending the earth from multiverse invaders was no easy task.

But you suppose being able to help protect your fellow Radiants was more than worth the grueling hours of organizing fake passports and ids as well as schedule meetings with possible sponsors of.... less than legal repertoires.

Such was tonight, another headache alone in your office. Reyna may be ecstatic at the increasing number of radiants surfacing, but you weren't. Damn you needed a drink.

A knock catches you off guard as you reach for a new stack of papers you were loath to sort through.

"Ah, it seems I have caught you at a bad time" shit. Right, you had a meeting. God, why did you even think to schedule him this late? And how did he look so calm and well rested?

"No, no, take a seat. I always have time for the sanctuary's number one donor" you plastered on your business chic facade. It was the reason you handled people instead of Reyna. You understood people, altering your facade to fit whoever you did business with.

Chamber was a special case, a break from the usual ass kissing and baby doll voice face you would force yourself to do with other sponsors.

Chamber's facade was tailored differently, teasing but not outright flirting, sarcastic in the way two gossiping women would be, and a hint of theatrics. Easily one of your favorites. It felt more like a game than business when you worked together.

"You seem energetic, Monsieur Fabron" a small chuckle leaves him as he takes a seat across your desk. "I slept on the plane; Jet lag can be so inconvenient ".

"Ah, your trip, I nearly forgot" a lie, no doubt one he could tell, but work is so boring without play. "But of course, lionne. A truly wonderful experience, though not one to beat my time with you" you gasp in mock flattery.

Pausing momentarily before laying a tall silvery bag on the desk, Chamber looked at you expectantly, "A gift".

for a fraction of a second your facade dropped, intrigued by the pristine and obviously expensive gift laid out by your guest. Before promptly putting on your teasing smile reaching into the bag, "Chamber, you spoil me".

"But of course, what are friends for" looking into the silvery packaging and secondary protection you swear you could cry. "You do still prefer your wines sweet, correct?" you take back any regret you had for scheduling this meeting, alcoholism for the win!

"I doubt anything could be as sweet as you, my friend" he huffed a laugh as you poured the both of you a glass. "To friends" he offered, holding out his glass. With a smirk you knocked yours against his.

God your job was worth it

[nangel]

Paparazzi, part fourteen

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✈︎ missing out parts? | series , part 1 , part 2 , part 3 , part 4 , part 5 , part 6 , part 7 , part 8 , part 9 , part 10 , part 11 , part 12 , part 13

Butterflies

After practice race I searched for him until I found him in the changing room and hugged him tightly. “You did sooo great” i said proudly. “Thank you, Maddy” he said hugging me back protectively. “I was really tensed up there” i said into his shoulder a little amused. “Were you worried?” he asked smirking. “No” i said and he laughed. “Of course you were” he said and I pulled away. “I was tensed not worried, big difference” i said confidently. “Whatever you say, Maddy…you can explain that on the way to the hotel” he said snd I narrowed my eyes confused. “I thought we could have our second date tonight” he said and I laughed. “You’re unbelievable” i said looking up into his eyes. “And you are trouble” he said and I laughed. “I am, be aware” i said and he pulled me into his arms. “I think I am” he said playfully. “What are we doing then tonight? On our date…” i asked smiling up at him. “I thought about cooking something but you decide” he said grinning and my eyes lit up. “A cooking-date? I’m totally into it” i said excited and he sighed relieved. “I’m glad. I can show off my skills in the kitchen to you” he said smirking and I laughed. “Trying to impress me?” i asked smirking not really into stroking his ego which was on a high drive right now. He growled. “Yes but if I really would wang to impress you I would try it with something else” he said with his deep voice that did something to me. “Sure” i said rolling my eyes and he took my hand. “Ready to go?” he asked and I nodded, brushing my hair behind as we walked outside.

We met my girls and I approached them with Charles holding my hand. “We’re going guys” i said smiling at them. “Already?” Olga asked pouting. “Yeah…we’re having plans…sorry” i said smiling at her. “No problem…we’re going to get drunk tonight” Olga said smirking vibing with Annabelle. “Yeah…you’re the mother in the group…you’re superfluous tonight” Annabelle said and I gasped. “You know we don’t mean it like that” she added and I laughed while Charles chuckled. “What are those plans” Maureen asked smirking as she noticed us holding hands. “We’re having a date night” Charles said proudly. Annabelle laughed and Olga gave her ten dollars. “Did you…make a bet?” i asked them confused. “No” Annabelle said. “We would never” Olga said and Charles laughed. “Of course not” he said and Maureen hugged me. “Much fun” she whispered smirking proudly. “We will” i said amused. “Yeah…have fun” Olga shouted and Charles and I left holding hands.

In his hotel room I admired the hotel room again, it was unbelievably what you get when you have the net worth Charles has. “Holy Shit” i cursed as I saw the floor-to-ceiling window in the bedroom which was hard not to notice even if we were standing right in the living room and kitchen which were connected. “You like it?” he asked smiling. “Yeah!” i shouted stunned. “It’s must look so beautiful when the city lights turn on” i added and he smirked proudly. “We can watch it later…for now…make yourself at home” he said smirking walking over to the kitchen. I laughed before turning serious. “So…what are we cooking tonight?” i asked him leaning on the counter. “I thought about pasta and pizza” he said smirking before he opened the fridge. “Pasta? My favourite” i said confidently. “My favourite is the pizza” he said smirking and I laughed. “What a coincidence” i said smirking. He got a pan and a pot and got the vegetables out of the fridge ready to wash it. “Let me help you…after all it’s a cooking-date” i said brushing my palms against each other before washing the vegetables. “And here I thought I could show off my skills to you” he said grinning and I rolled my eyes. “Stop being so arrogant” i said smirking and he nudged my elbow with his. He got the noodles and some ingredients for the pizza dough. Meanwhile I cut the vegetables, there were a lot of vegetables. “Are you vegetarian or something like that?” he asked and I shook my head. “No” i said smiling and he nodded pouring water into the pot with some salt to cook the noodles. “Do you trust me?” i asked amused with a chuckle. “Do I need to be scared?” he asked looking at me and I laughed. “No” i said and he smirked. “I do” he said smiling and I smirked devilishly. “Close your eyes” i said and he closed his eyes. “I hope I don’t regret it” he said with closed eyes while I grabbed a tomato. “Open up” i said and he did as said with me putting the tomato into his mouth. He laughed and I laughed with him before I continued to cut the vegetables and soon the meat too. “After we had made the pasta sauce which took us a while because we always came away from it by joking around, we started to form the pizza dough. “I thought…we could form them heart-shaped” i said smiling. “I like the thought” he said and I smirked. “Fitting to the occasion” i said looking at him and he smiled moving behind me. “We could try to get them…like this” he said taking my hands as he formed one of the six small doughs to a heart. “Looks good” i said smirking and he rested his hands on mine. “I know what I’m doing” he said proudly and I laughed. “Was this just an excuse for touching me?” i asked amused and he smirked. “No” he said confidently and I nodded taking some of the flour to put it on his cheek which made him exhale loudly in frustration. “I knew it” he said and I smirked, chuckling. “You’ll get that back” he said as I put his whole hand into the flour just to go through my hair with this hand which made me gasp surprised. “asshole” i whispered in disbelief and he smirked. “Don’t play with me” he said and I smirked. “No, don’t play with me…cause I play better” i said confidently and he hissed impressed. “Strong character” he said and I smiled proudly. We finished the heart-shaped pizzas and put them into the oven to cook them.

We ended up making some dessert and that on coincidence. I had a recipe for tiramisu saved and just for fun we made it. “We’re not gonna eat those things” i said as I watched the tiramisu cool down. “I’m starting to think so too” he said scratching the back of his head. “Probably not the best idea” i said laughing. “It was beautiful tho” he said proudly and I nodded clinging onto his arm. “Yeah” i said and he wrapped his arm around my shoulders to pull me to his chest while we watched the pizzas cook. He kissed the top of my head and I smiled satisfied. My phone made a sound and I got it out of the pockets of my jeans and looked at the message of Maureen. She wanted us to take a picture of our date. We took a picture and sent it to her, pictures of the date results following. Charles and I took some pictures to have memories too and I felt bad because I could not post them.

“You wanna hear something funny?” i asked him as we ate the pasta. “Tell” he said looking at me immediately which made me smile heavily because I had his attention so easily and I knew that he listened. “I told my mom about you” i said trying not to laugh. He looked as if he was about to choke and I grimaced. “Really?” he asked and I could swear that there was a smile on his face I’ve never seen before. “Yeah” i said a little embarrassed. “Wow…” he said sounding speechless. I just looked at him. “I don’t know what to say” he said and I chuckled. “Say something, please” i said embarrassed. “I told my brother about you” he said and I choked on my cola with lemon which he made for us. “Careful” he said amused. “You told your brother about me?” i asked in disbelief. “Yeah…me and Arthur are really close…he knows everything about me and he understands me best” he said and I smiled with a blush on my face. “Now I’m speechless” i said because I really didn’t expect that. “What did he say?” i asked grimacing. “The same everyone says…He likes you…and he found it good that you are something that keeps me on the track besides racing” he said smirking and I blushed even more, moving my hair to the side. “Oh god” i said nervously. “I showed him some pictures and he said that you are really pretty snd from what I told him about you he thinks that you’re a really strong, independent and smart woman…he already likes you pretty much and that’s rare” he said taking my hand in his. “I feel honoured…but really…I’m still in shock” i said still in disbelief. “It’s true…trust me I was surprised too” he said and I chuckled. “That was a nice…gesture of you” i said smiling. “I don’t want to keep you as a secret tho I need to in a way…” he said, his thumb brushing over the back of my hand soothingly. “Well…I like him already too” i said and he smiled, squeezing my hand. “You should meet him” he said determined and I laughed. 

We ended up chilling on the couch watching a movie he wanted to see. “I feel so bloated” i said frustrated. “I told you to let the tiramisu sink” he said and I punched his arm. “You know everything better right?” i asked annoyed. “Not everything” he said smiling. “Come here” he added pulling me closer by my shoulders making my cling onto him. With time I and talking I fell asleep.

The sunlight was hitting me hard and I opened my eyes just to meet the really bright sun of England. I rubbed my eyes and sighed noticing strong arms wrapped around my waist. It could only be Charles and that made me smile as hell. I turned over to look at him, he was sleeping and I smiled to myself. I tugged his arms carefully away to not wake him up. I walked over into the kitchen to get myself a glass of water. I couldn’t stop smiling. In my thoughts I didn’t even notice how the same arms wrapped around my chest and a kiss was placed to my temple. “Good morning” he whispered into my ear, his voice raspy but rich. “Good morning” i said softly and he kissed my temple a second time. “Did I wake you up?” i asked and he smirked. “Yeah…the second your space was empty next to me I woke up” he said beaming from ear to ear which made me laugh. “I’ll remember that for the next time” i said rolling my eyes with a laugh before adding. “Excited for the race?” i asked him snd he shook his head. “No…with time you get used to it” he nuzzled into my ear. “I can’t wait to see it” i said softly. “I can’t wait to see you cheering for me” he said and my fingers traced along his arm. “I need to get to the hotel first…I was sleeping in the same clothes that I wore yesterday” i said and he smiled. “I’ll come with you” he said smirking and I turned around to hug him. “Are you being really sweet right now?” i asked amused and he nodded. “I’d call it sexy but you can call it however you want” he said and I shook my head.

I was quickly changing into new clothes as we reached my hotel with Charles waiting outside in the taxi. I was wearing blue jeans shorts and a white crop top which was pretty basic except for the black high heels which were my signature sign now. We walked into the circuit, hands intertwined. I chuckled cause he was constantly making compliments tho I was wearing a basic outfit. I couldn’t lie, he was making me feel like an angel or the most prettiest girl in the world and I liked that, really much. “Are you ready?” i asked him softly. “Never been more ready” he said grinning, brushing some hair behind my ear. “I can’t wait…I think I’m more excited than you” i said amused and he laughed with a nod. “I got you and your friends into paddock so you can support me even better and you have the best access” he said softly and I blushed. “That’s sweet” i said softly and he smiled. “Not as sweet as you” he said kissing my forehead cause we were alone around. “You’re gonna get some headphones because the cars are really loud in the paddock and around…you’ll get the best of the best” he mentioned and I nodded with an excited smile. “I’m gonna search for my girlies” i said smirking and he took my hand with a smirk” Okay, Maddy…I’m gonna show off for you” he said with a smirk as I walked away our hands separating slowly. “Don’t be so arrogant” i said amused leaving a grin on his face with me searching for my girls as a mechanic pointed at the paddock, telling me that they are already there. They must’ve left an interesting first impression if the mechanic knows them.

I found them and walked to them. “There you are” Olga said taking my hand, dragging me in between them. “Sorry…I needed to change into new clothes” i said and she gave me a suspicious look. “How was it with Charles?” Maureen asked me, keeping her eyes on the garage. “Good…we had a really good time last night…I slept there” i said amused and Olga gave me another suspicious look following by a shocked look. “Did you sleep with him?” Annabelle asked and I rolled my eyes. “No, I fell asleep on the couch with him” i said nudging her arm with mine. “Sure you did” Annabelle said smirking. “It’s the truth” i said and some managers or whatever they were came up to us handing us the headphones we put on. “Are you as excited as I am?” Maureen asked me smirking” Excited is underrated…I’m dying to see this” “Can you believe this? Few months ago we were just some students in Germany and now we are models going up to their success and future psychologists and artists?” Annabelle asked looking at us and we all smirked proudly. “It’s unbelievable how things changed it’s almost like a call” Maureen said smiling. “I don’t know if it was a good call or a bad one, neither I know if this is lasting but I’m sure whoever did this is a friend” Olga said wrapping an arm around my shoulder. “We are the high society” Annabelle said proudly. “We aren’t just existing, we are living, we fell right into the best things of life” Olga said and Maureen nodded. “We are life in definition” Maureen said vibing next to us. “I’m proud of you guys” i said smiling and we smiled at each other.

Of course we watched the race snd supported Charles but we also had our fun and were vibing, taking pictures, enjoying life cause we could now, fully and had the time of our lives. I noticed how carefree I was again, being happy about being a teenager (sounds kinda illegal) living THE lifestyle, the life everyone wanted. I clapped my hands snd cheered for Charles. Having headphones and being connected to what the drivers said over the radio was a huge benefit and I really made mistakes out of it. Olga took a vlog and filmed us and the whole location. I had my hands in front of my mouth excitedly and was really focused into the race not even noticing how sone cameras pointed at us, recording us which was not a bad thing. Maureen was kind of trying to spot Lando somewhere and I couldn’t really make something out of it. “Go, Go, Go!” i shouted as we saw Charles passing another round, doing a good job. “Yeah! C’est ça!” i screamed, clapping my hands. “I think he’s racing right onto podium” Annabelle said with one hand on my shoulder. I took her hand in excitement and frustration talking to her about the race. We started to whisper while Olga was keeping the moment on videos and photos with Maureen being completely focused on the race trying to figure out everything.

(I know that Charles was fourteenth but I’m gonna change it up here-hope it’s okay) Charles raced himself right into the second place which made me proud as hell. With one hand on my forehead and one on my heart I watched him on the podium from the paddock because we couldn’t get closer. “He was soo good” Olga said impressed. “Yeah for a moment I thought he would go forth” Annabelle said and I sighed relieved. “God…I’m so proud…that’s not normal anymore” i said amused. “It is, Mads, it used to be” Olga said amused hugging me. “Ahh…I can’t believe it” i said proudly. “You want to see him?” Maureen whispered in my ear and I smiled and blushed like a tomato. Some moments later Charles was already running through the Paddock and as soon as I spotted him I ran to him. He immediately had a huge smile on his face and had opened his arms whereupon I jumped into his arms. He caught me perfectly and hugged me with one hand on the back of my head. “You did sooo great! I’m so proud of you….” i said with a lot of joy. “Thank you” he said beaming from ear to ear. “I was cheering the shit out of me” i said proudly. “And I am really thankful for that and that you are here” he said letting me down again. “So aren’t you gonna celebrate with Carlos or the others?” i asked him and he shook his hand. “The only person I want to celebrate with right now is you” he whispered in my war with a smirk which made me laugh with my hand on his chest. “We can arrange that i guess” i said smiling and he smiled down at me. “Sounds good…we could get back to the hotel and have dinner” he said and I nodded with a smile. “Sure but I’ll get my girls first, Maureen is kind of sad she’s seeing me barely…I need to make it up to them first” i said with an amused head shake. “Sure I’ll get you at six or is seven better?” he asked softly. “Is seven okay?” i asked him and he gave me a thumbs up. “Good…I’ll see you later”i said getting on my tiptoes to kiss his cheek. “See ya” he said and I walked back to the girls. Maureen was already smirking at me. “Shall we go?” i asked her smirking. “What?” she asked surprised. “Let’s do something” i said and she took my hand. “Yeah girl…let’s make England unsafe” she said determined and I laughed. “Yeah” i said while laughing.

Next part

[talanashta]

Thursday Morning

For this prompt ("school days") for the Four or More Fic-a-thon @fourormore

Rating: T | No CWs | Word Count: 2,114 | Pairings: Spicy Six Polycule Plus Chrissy Additional Tags: Disabled Max Mayfield | Post Season 4 | Steve's POV

Continuation of the "my lonely days are gone" series. Read Part 1, Read Part 2

As Steve came to that morning, he leaned up a little to see around Eddie. The alarm clock read 5:58 AM, just two minutes before his alarm went off, so there was little point in pretending he could get any more sleep.

Carefully, he climbed over Eddie to get out of bed and shut the alarm clock off. As soon as his feet hit the floor, both Robin and Eddie were scooching over in their sleep to fill the warm, empty space he’d left behind between them.

He stepped softly to the bathroom, where he got ready for the morning. A quick shower, a teeth-brushing, and a hairstyle later, he was out of the ensuite and bedroom, headed downstairs to start getting the rest of the household ready for the day. 

He double-checked the calendar in the kitchen to make sure nothing special or extra was happening today, and there wasn’t. Max did have a field trip tomorrow that he was chaperoning, so he made a mental note to get together everything they’d need for that tonight. They were making a day trip to Indy, so he’d need to prep everyone’s lunches ahead of time to have ready in the fridge, and Max would need a bag of her spare medical supplies prepped since she obviously wouldn’t have access to the nurse’s office on the trip.

Today was Thursday, so… He jogged through everyone’s schedules for the day. Nancy, Jon, and Argyle had class all day, Robin had a shift in the morning then class in the afternoon, Chrissy was the opposite with classes in the morning and a shift in the afternoon, Eddie had work, and Max had school. That meant breakfast for everyone, since the few of them that would normally skip breakfast had busy schedules today.

After pulling some veggies out of the fridge, Steve started to make breakfast. Everyone was due to wake up in the next 45 minutes or so, and he wanted everything ready before then.

The oven got set to ‘Warm,’ potatoes were shredded and dumped in a pan with some hot oil, and a loaf of bread was sliced to be toasted. After the first flip of the hashbrowns, Steve put another pan on the stovetop with some chopped veggies. As the bread popped out of the toaster, he buttered each slice and tossed them on a plate in the oven.

Soon the veggies were soft so Steve cracked and whisked a dozen eggs, pouring them into the pan too. Checking his watch, he saw it was 6:55. Just on time. Once the eggs firmed up, he salted and peppered them and added a handful of cheese. It was the last pan to go into the oven to stay warm, and he shut the oven door just as he heard Max’s alarm go off.

By the time he reached her bedroom door, he could no longer hear the beeping. The question was, did she actually wake up, or did she just roll back over and try to go back to sleep?

“Max?” he called, knocking on her door.

“Come in!” he heard her reply.

He slowly pushed open the door, just enough to poke his head in and ask, “How’re we feeling this morning?”

She scowled at him. “You don’t have to baby me,” she complained. “I’m fine. I can get myself ready.”

Both of them knew, though, that wasn’t always the case, but Steve also knew how much it grated on Max to need help with basic stuff, so he let it be.

“Okay,” he said with a smile. “I just smiled.” He always tried his best to let her know things she couldn’t see, especially when she didn’t have her glasses on, like now. (Not that her glasses really helped much.) “Breakfast is ready, so it’ll be waiting on the table for you.”

“Fine. Now go away so I can get changed.” She waved her hands and shooed him.

As he was pulling her door shut behind him, Nancy, Jonathan, and Argyle came up the stairs from the basement. Argyle was still half-asleep like he always was at this time of morning.

“Morning,” Steve greeted them. “Breakfast’s ready, just need to set the table.”

“Thanks, Steve,” Nancy said, headed to the dining room, pulling Argyle behind her.

Jon stayed in the hall with him. “Let me help.”

Steve nodded. “Sure. I appreciate it.”

The two of them headed through to the kitchen, Steve pulling pans and plates out of the oven, and Jon pulling plates and silverware out of the cupboards and drawers. Soon, they had all the food on the table along with drinks.

Max rolled out of her room and over to the table as the last few cups were being placed; she took her normal spot where they always left a gap large enough for her wheelchair to slot into place between the chairs.

Steve tilted his head, trying to listen for noises from upstairs but didn’t hear anything. “You guys go ahead and get started. I’ll go get the others.”

Once he was upstairs, he heard Chrissy’s soft, sweet voice saying something that he couldn’t make out. As he opened the door, he saw why no one was down yet.

Robbie wasn’t in bed, but he heard the sink running in the ensuite, so he assumed she was getting ready. Chrissy was in bed, along with Eddie, who was completely enveloped in his blanket in a cocoon.

“Hey, Steve,” Chrissy greeted softly. “Eddie isn’t feeling too good. I think he might have a fever.” She rubbed Eddie’s back (?) through the blankets.

“Oh, Eds,” Steve said, heading over and sitting on the edge of the bed next to the lump that was Eddie.

“I hate this,” he heard Eddie say, muffled through the blankets. “Everything hurts.”

Robin came out of the bathroom just then. “I grabbed the thermometer,” she said and held it out to Steve.

Eddie must’ve been able to hear Robin through his plush armor because he wiggled a little and stuck his head out, mouth open.

Steve tried not to make him wait too long, uncapping the thermometer, turning it on, and putting it in Eddie’s mouth.

All three of them waited, surrounding Eddie and staring at the device until it beeped. When Steve pulled it out of his boyfriend’s mouth, he read, “100.7”

Chrissy made a soft coo-ing noise and brushed back Eddie’s bangs. “Poor thing.”

He saw Eddie pout. “No wonder I’m so cold,” he complained.

Robin tapped Steve on the shoulder and gestured to the door. “I’ll go get him medicine. We need to restock our bathroom because I couldn’t find any in there.”

There almost certainly was some in the ensuite because he took some yesterday. Actually, he was fairly certain it was right next to where Robin got the thermometer, even, silly Robbie. It wouldn’t kill Eddie to wait the extra minute it took Robin to go down the hall and come back, though, so he didn’t argue, just watching her leave without saying anything.

Instead, he turned to Chrissy and said, “Robs and I’ll make sure he’s okay, Chris. Why don’t you go down and eat breakfast? You’ve got class in just over an hour, and I don’t want you to be late.”

Chrissy nodded and pressed a soft kiss to his lips, then turned and pressed a kiss to Eddie’s forehead and said, “Feel better, baby. I’ll come back and check on you at lunch. I love you.” She grabbed some clothes from the dresser, Steve assumed so she could get ready in another room and not bother Eddie again. Chrissy was always so considerate like that.

The two girls passed each other in the doorway with a quick kiss, and Chrissy gave one last wave goodbye to Eddie before disappearing into the hall. Soon, Robin was at his side with the bottle of aspirin.

“Got it,” she said, shaking the bottle in front of him.

Steve smiled at her. “Thanks, Bobin. Can you give him two and hang out up here so I can take Max to school?”

When Robin nodded, he checked with Eddie, “You okay if I go get everyone else taken care of? I’ll be back in just a little bit.”

Eddie just wiggled deeper into the bed and his pillow and blanket. “Mhm, Robbie can protect me from my big, bad cold. Drive safe. Tell MadMax I said to have a good day.”

“Okay, baby,” he replied and kissed Eddie’s cheek. After he stood, he wrapped Robin up in a big hug and said to her, “Thanks, Robbie.”

“’Course, dingus,” she said, hugging him back.

He pressed a kiss to her forehead and let her go. As he went to leave the room, he told both of them, “Love you both. Be back soon. Walkie me if something comes up.”

Robin sent him off with a smile, and Eddie gave him a nod.

Steve headed back downstairs so he could pack Nancy, Jonathan, and Argyle’s lunch, only to enter the kitchen and find Jon already on top of it, making PB&Js.

Jonathan gave Steve a smile and said, “Chrissy already told us Eddie’s sick. So don’t worry about us. I already got Max’s lunch packed, and her backpack’s ready to go by the garage door.” Steve sighed in relief. “You’re a lifesaver, Jon. Thank you.” He pulled Jonathan into a quick hug before heading off to find Max. Luckily, she wasn’t far, hanging out in the living room and listening to the radio.

“Ready for school?” he asked her.

She spun her chair around toward his voice. “Yeah.” Then she started rolling off toward the garage.

He honestly loved how confident she’d gotten in getting around their home. He just wished she could be as confident everywhere else. Unfortunately, they’d been having trouble getting her on a list for a service dog, which they’d been told was her best bet for increased mobility. It wasn’t that she wasn’t qualified; it was just how the system worked. 

The nearest organization was in Indianapolis and had a waitlist that was five years long. Chicago had a couple organizations with shorter waitlists, but it’d still be over a year, and they’d have to travel all the way there to stay during the handover training. Of course, they got her name put down on every list they could, just hoping for whatever reason, she’d get chosen sooner, but until then, they’d keep waiting.

After he caught up with her in the garage, he helped her into the minivan. They’d finally gotten enough money together to get one that she could use with her wheelchair, so he could stop unloading her from her chair to the car and back again. Once she was secured, he hopped into the driver’s seat and double-checked one last time before backing out, “All set?”

“Yeah, let’s go, or we’re going to be late,” she said.

Steve took his daily route around Hawkins, picking up the other kids to haul to school. As each kid climbed in, he greeted them, eventually having seven noisy children bouncing around his van.

“Steve!” Dustin said when they pulled up.

Turning to look at him, Steve said, “Yeah?”

“Can we come over after school?” he asked. All the other kids started to give pleading looks in the background.

He could only pinch the bridge of his nose and sigh. “Fine, but Eddie’s sick so you need to behave,” he told them; if he could actually keep them away, he would say ‘no,’ but he knew that wasn’t happening. He reached into the cupholder and pulled out a small handful of quarters, passing them to Dustin. “You all need to call your parents during lunch and let them know, too.”

The kids all hooted and hollered as they clambered out of the van, Max rolling out close behind. Ellie made sure the ramp was back in place and shut the door behind her best friend. She always was one of Steve’s favorites.

All the kids started to head into the school, but halfway there, Dustin turned and rushed back to the van and knocked on the passenger window. Steve rolled it down to hear him ask quietly, “Is Eddie going to be okay?”

“Yeah, Dust,” Steve reassured his little brother with a smile. “Just a bad cold. You’ll just have to try not to get too noisy when you guys come over.”

“Okay!” Dustin chirped, perking back up. “Bye, Mom! Thanks for the ride!” he hollered as he ran off.

He could only roll his eyes as he pulled away from the drop-off zone and headed home.

Edit: I was inspired by a comment to write a bit more for this story (500+ Words!). You can find it in the comments on AO3.

Also, Read the Next Part

[thebestestofbees]

MORE TELEVISION AU!!

Part 1

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Part 4

Part 5

Part 6

You left your room. The puppets did not follow, which made you a little relieved. You sat down on your couch as you gave yourself a break to process what was happening.

Once you got your Barrens, you went to go get yourself a drink from the fridge. Only for the refrigerator door to open when you approached. You paused, your eyebrows furrowed.

Hesitantly, you grabbed your favorite drink from the fridge and you quickly pulled away as the door to the fridge closed.

Suddenly the light flickered in a pattern. It seemed to be in Morse code.

Are you fucking for real!?

Before you get too pissed off, you carefully put down your drink and walked back to your room, inhaling before speaking. "Which one of you are possessing my house?" You asked, keeping your voice calm as you pointed to the flickering lights outside your room.

"Home?" The shortest, Wally asked, peering into the rest of your house. The flickers turned into less of a pattern and Wally 'laughed', (can you really call it laughing though?) And turned to you.

"Don't worry, It's just Home." He said, looking up at you with half lidded eyes. Your hand held the doorknob tightly. He's fucking serious about this. "Okay." You said, straining your voice to be calm. "What are you all doing here?" You looked at the array of colorful puppets.

Surprisingly or unsurprisingly, Julie was the first to talk. "We were all helping Wally get out of that thing and we all got sucked in! And we saw you we've been seeing you for a while on the box thing!" Julie pointed to the flat screen TV as as she rambled, Eddie pressed his hand on the screen part, that still displayed static. "And it seems like we won't be leaving any time soon." Eddie chimed in as he sighed.

You bit the inside of your cheek. Don't get angry. They are all here against their will. "Okay. Okay." You said, your voice finally stabilizing as you put your hands in the air in a slight surrender position.

"You guys can stay here until the portal opens up again." The moment you said that, Julie squealed and ran up to you, hugging your middle tightly. "Thank you!" Julie squealed as you put your hand on her head, your face scrunching up at the sudden contact. "It's no prob." You said as Julie let go, hopping around the room as Frank tried to stop her.

Everyone wore smiles and Sally walked up to you. "I almost thought you wouldn't take us in. But who am I kidding! We've been watching you to know you could never. Thank you." Sally shook your hand firmly as If you were making a deal of some kind. "Uh huh... no problem." You blinked as the tall ones came up next.

"Thank for this squirt, that's really nice of you, I'll make sure to give you a 100% discount once we get back home." Howdy said as Poppy gave you a shaky smile. "Hey listen it's really no issue." You said as Barnaby ruffled your hair, chuckling.

"Hey, you've did a lot more than you think, I'm just glad you didn't close your doors on us, Oh wait." Barnaby chuckled and Howdy laughed. "That was a good one!" Howdy laughed. "I'm just gettin started so don't close your curtains just yet!" Barnaby joked and you sighed.

"Look I have things to do, you can wander around if you want, I have to sleep." You say. "I have a guest room with a bed, a mattress and a couch, the covers are there." You counted on your hands how much space that would take.

So two could go in the bed, two on the mattress and two on the couch that means six have somewhere to sleep. You walked to where your sheets, pillow cases, and covers and pulled out your sleeping bag when you were younger. Now that's seven. You looked back at the puppets. There were eight. Shit.

"Okay so, two of you can take the couch, I can get that ready for you, the guest room is already set for another two of you and I got a spare mattress I'll have to put on the floor, I also got a sleeping bag one of you could use, but someone is gonna have to sleep with me, who's ready to make that sacrifice?" You asked looking around until someone raises their hand.

I'm giving you a week to decide, so in the mean time I can answer asks!

[daydreamgoddess14]

Aspirations pt.1

Hopefully you can look past the rubbish title and summary enough to give this a go!

It started as me coming up with a 'one bed situation' but I've expanded it a little to probably 3-4 chapters in total.

I've only done a couple of very short pieces for this fandom so far so I'd love to know your thoughts! Be kind! 😘

Sydcarmy Masterlist

Full Masterlist

Sydney Adamu / Carmy Berzatto

Syd is 12 months deep in a crush, Carmy is 6 months into a relationship he doesn't want, The Bear is 4 months open and Nat is 2 months into motherhood....

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Syd didn't know why she'd said yes. Nat had asked, and while her brain went to say 'no thanks', her heart saw the look of desperation on Natalie's face, and a 'yes, of course' popped out instead. Nat even had her minor guilt trip lined up. 

"... I mean, I haven't had any real adult company since the baby was born, and I just -"

"Nat, I said yes."

"For real?"

"Sure, why not. Wait - is Claire invited?"

"Oh god, no. Just us and Tiff."

"Richie's ex?" Nat nodded. 

"Yep. Just some drinks at home, so I'm around if I'm needed. Maybe a couple slices of Marcus's cake?"

"I'll bring you some food."

"You're an angel. Does Carm know you've been keeping my fridge stocked for the last 3 months?" Syd shrugged,

"If he does, he hasn't said anything." They sat in the closed restaurant, Nat feeding baby Mikey while Syd went through the books with her. Carmy was… late. "Where the fuck is he anyway?" Nat clipped her bra back into place and lifted the baby to her shoulder. Every Friday between lunch and dinner service, they did the books together.

"Good question." Syd murmured, eyes on her calculator. "We need to start putting some money aside for Thanksgiving and Christmas promos."

"On it. I need you guys to confirm the festive menu by the 15th, please. We go to print on the 19th, delivery by the end of the month ready to take bookings throughout October."

"Wow, you are still, like, smashing it." Syd says, impressed. 

"I gotta do something during those 3 am feeds other than shopping." She reasoned, heaving the baby over to her other shoulder. 

"Here," Syd stood and held out her hands so Nat could gratefully pass him over. She'd not been around too many babies and was terrified the first time she'd held him. Richie had ribbed her about it in the weeks prior - so much so that she hadn't actually held the baby in company other than Natalie. She rocked gently from side to side, hearing little Mikey's snores in her ear. Nat read through the books and the notes left by Syd and/or Carmy.

"Hey, did I tell you what Uncle Jimmy did?" Syd didn't stop her gentle movement but turned to face Natalie better,

"No?"

"So we each own 33%, right, and Jimmy had the 1% leftover? Well he's gifted it to Mikey. The baby bear is already earning."

"That's dope, I'm still gonna make him do the dishes as soon as he's old enough though. He's gotta earn that paycheck." Syd smiled down as Mikey's eyes drifted shut. 

*

"Hey, fuck, sorry I'm late." He pushed through the swing doors, stopping at the sight of Syd swaying with the baby in her arms. 

"Too late, Carm, we're fucking done now." Nat teased, "good job someone is pulling their weight around here. And giving my arms a break." 

"He's asleep, where'd you want him?"

"You've got the magic touch." Nat took him carefully and transferred him to the car seat. Carmy squatted down for a closer look, 

"I missed out."

"Shoulda been here in time," Nat warned, "I've got a night shift going if you're -"

"No. No thanks sis, I don't get enough sleep as it is."

"Makes two of us."

"Makes three of us." Syd laughed. Carmy kissed Mikey's forehead and stood to pull his sister into a hug while Syd knelt down to tuck the blanket around Mikey and brush a finger over his milk drunk cheeks. 

"I'll let you know when's good?" Nat confirmed to Syd with a hug before letting Carmy lift the heavy car seat and take it out to her car. "Bye Uncle Bear, bye Auntie Syd!" She singsongs. By the time Carmy has returned, Syd is making sure the paperwork is filed correctly and clearing the table they've used. 

"Coffee? Probably too cold now."

"Unlikely, no such thing." He takes the mug and finishes most of it in one go making her grimace. 

"That's gross."

"You ate doughnut off the floor." He counters, she has no argument. "You and Nat planning something?" 

"Just Thanksgiving and Christmas."

"We need a menu."

"We do. I have some potential dishes down but I gotta link them with the theme or some shit." He raises an eyebrow, "Nat's idea. I'm not naming dishes after reindeer or any bullshit like that." 

"Got it. Wanna work on it Monday?"

"You got time?"

"Always." This time, Syd looked incredulous. "I mean it." She nodded slowly, 

"Heard, Chef."

"What'd you make for them this week?" He asked, holding out his hands for the paperwork folder. Syd froze, "C’mon Syd, you think I don't know you've been batch cooking for Nat and Pete for months?" She breaks into a smile, 

"Just easy stuff, chilli, casserole."

"Let me know when you're makin' more and I'll do some as well."

"Oh, I got it under control. You're busy with… like, Claire and this place. I only have this place so…" She trailed off with a limp shrug. 

"Well, you don't have to do it either -" He tried to interject. 

"Nat's been good to me. She's the only other voice of sanity around here." At that, Carmy feigned a look of hurt which made Syd snort with laughter. "Do not - do not - try and claim otherwise!"

"And here I thought we were partners."

"We are. Which is why I can't complain to you about you." She grinned and Carmy returned it with ease. Over a year of working together, 4 months since The Bear had opened, and she'd finally gotten to a point where she only felt awkward approximately 60% of the time, which was a solid win. With time, communication between them had significantly improved. The only downsides currently were his time management when it came to Claire and the raging crush Sydney had developed on Carmy over the course of the last year. The crush was the main/only reason her awkwardness level remained so high. 

"You can, y'know. I want to know if there's something I need to do better. I told you, you gotta let me know if I'm fucking up." She caught her lower lip in her teeth. He was doing that thing again, standing frustratingly close and looking at her with those ocean eyes. 

"You need to stop being late. That's the second time Nat and I have had to go through the books alone, and there's stuff in there that you're closer to than us. I'm the shit, Carm, but I can't read your mind. No matter how hard I try." She jokes. He nods sincerely. 

"Heard. I'll do better, I promise." He paused, "when'd you start holding the baby anyway?"

"Literally the first time I didn't have you and Richie watching me like a hawk." She laughed, "If you'd been around, you'd know that I am his number one Auntie."

"That so?"

"I get all the smiles, all the giggles. Me and baby Mikey are like that -" she holds up her crossed fingers, "you can't compete with a love like ours." She teases.

"Nat likes you better too, s'ok maybe the Fak's will take me in. Or T."

"Dude, T would mother the shit outta you!" She exclaimed.

"Already does. You two gonna be OK tomorrow?"

"So you and Richie can play fucking hooky? Yeah, yeah, I remembered. We all good."

"Sure?"

"Yes, Chef."

"Syd?"

"Carm, babe, Tina and I will be fine. We have everyone else here, I got Nat on front of house, we're gonna smash it." He was about to call her out on calling him babe, but they'd finished clearing up just as everyone else started arriving for dinner service and chaos soon descended. The rest of the day passed without incident. The following morning, Syd and Tina had the crew prepping for a busy lunch service while Richie and Carmy flitted in and out of the kitchen, filling up the car for their catering event. Syd took her break outside while they finished off, 

"I'm gonna get some smokes." Richie called out, already halfway down the alley. Carmy moved towards Syd,

"If you ask one more time if I'm sure, I'm gonna give you a black eye." She warned. He held his hands up, 

"Just checking in."

"You've already done that. We'll be fine."

"I'll keep my phone on. You need anything, you'll call?"

"What're you gonna do from across town?"

"Yo, cousin!" Richie shouted from the sidewalk, "bring the car down." 

"Call me."

"Just fucking go, we're good." She hopped down from the pallets with the intention of pushing him as he continued to hesitate. 

"Carmen!" Richie bellowed again, turning to talk to Natalie who'd just arrived out front. 

"Festive menus Monday?" He asked, 

"Yes, Chef. Go!" He nodded once, took half a step closer and kissed her gently on the lips before turning and running to the car. He was pulling out onto the street before she'd had time to register the kiss at all. 

*

Two miles down the road, Carmy stopped at a red light and his brain reactivated. 

"Holy fucking shit." He muttered, staring straight ahead. 

"What'dya forget?" Richie asked, looking up from his phone. Carmy thought fast,

"Uhh napkins." Richie tsked,

"I picked em up you fucking dipshit." He laughed, shoving Carmy's shoulder. "Good job one of us knows what the fuck is goin on cuz. You gotta stop thinkin bout Clairebear all the time, man." Carmy barked a short laugh,

"Yeah, Claire." He agreed, still thinking about Syd's easy smile and soft lips. 

~~~~~~

[cosmicanamnesis]

he tastes like chocolate pt. 7

[part 1] [part 6] [part 8] [read on ao3]

December 31st, morning

It didn’t matter when Steve fell asleep, he couldn’t sleep past six in the morning. Usually he was up by five, really, six was sleeping in according to his circadian rhythm. 

He woke up in an unfamiliar place and started to panic before his brain caught up to the rest of him. 

It wasn’t entirely unfamiliar. His phone was on the nightstand and he was wearing his own clothes, but through bleary eyes he could barely see his surroundings, not to mention he wasn’t wearing glasses. Not that he ever really wore his glasses. They looked stupid and Robin always teased him about them so he made do without them when he wasn’t at home. This practice, unfortunately, didn’t help him figure out where the hell he was. As he tried to steady his breathing, the smell of the room hit him and he remembered.

Oh.

Oh yeah.

He’d stayed the night at Eddie’s house. He slept in Eddie’s bed. He grabbed a fistful of bedsheet and brought it to his face, trying to ground himself with something. The sheets smelled like weed smoke and nicotine and someone else’s sweat and all Steve could think was that he hoped his shirt had absorbed some of it. Was that weird? It felt weird.

He rubbed his eyes and grabbed his phone, dismissing the notifications he didn’t care about, finally landing on the ones he did.

Robs

ugh remind me to never let dates stay over if im covering ur shift

how do u do this every day

its so early im fucking dying over here

wake upppppp cmon steve i know u dont sleep in

unless ;)

Hey, you dug your own grave. Lie in it. Also, good morning.

i hate u

so how did last night go ???

Fine. We didn't really do anything, just ran some errands for his uncle. And he slept on the couch, let me sleep in his bed.

what a gentleman

Right? I am in way too deep, Robs.

could be deeper

What?

;)

I’m moving back in with my parents.

nuhuh

No, you’re right. I could never.

Robin didn’t respond right away, which meant the morning rush had started, and he wouldn’t hear from her for another two or three hours. He scrolled through social media for a while, letting himself enjoy the quiet morning for as long as he could let himself relax before needing to find something to do. 

Finally he got up, changed back into his regular clothes and gathered his stuff. He made Eddie's bed out of habit more than anything and left his stuff in a pile on top of the blankets before heading to the kitchen in search of breakfast and something caffeinated.

Eddie was still asleep when Steve came into the kitchen. He could see him stretched out on the couch, one arm up over his head, one leg dangling off the side, snoring away like he'd never slept better. Weirdo. 

Quietly, Steve began rummaging around in the kitchen until he found something. He thought he'd seen it last night as they were putting groceries away, and sure as shit, there it was. A tiny countertop espresso maker, covered in dust and hidden on top of the fridge behind several bags of cereal. It didn't look like it had ever been used. He set to work wiping it down before crossing his fingers and hunting through cabinets for… Perfect. They had an unopened tin of Bustelo hiding on the top shelf of a cabinet that also had pancake mix in it, so double score.

He was startled by the door opening, cold air blowing in behind Wayne as he shrugged off his coat.

"Morning," Steve said quietly, announcing his presence. Wayne nodded at him and then looked over at Eddie on the couch, unmoving like nothing had happened.

"You know how to work that thing?" Wayne asked, pointing to the espresso machine. Steve almost laughed.

"Did Eddie not tell you what I do for a living? I work at the coffee shop down the block from his apprenticeship."

"Ah," Wayne nodded. "Won it at a work thing one time. I don't know how to set it up, and the boy doesn't drink coffee, so. Figured I'd get rid of it one day, just never got around to it."

"I'm glad you didn't. Thought I was gonna have to go bug my roommate at work to make me coffee on my way home," Steve said, breaking into the long-ignored coffee tin. He’d probably go bug Robin anyway, since he had a whole day to kill. "Here, grab a mug, I can show you how to work it."

It wasn't an especially complicated machine, nothing like they had at work, but it got the job done. Wayne followed along, seeming to mentally take notes as Steve showed him what all the parts were and how to use it, even taught him how to make hot chocolate with it for Eddie, and how to clean everything after. Somehow, through all of their talking and noise, Eddie still didn't wake up. Steve sipped his coffee, leaning against the counter as he watched Wayne bring Eddie the hot chocolate.

Wayne set the mug on the coffee table, next to the pile of Eddie's rings, and patted Eddie gently on the arm. He grumbled something Steve couldn't hear and swatted Wayne's hand away.

"Eddie, you gotta get up," Wayne said, nudging Eddie a little more forcefully. More unintelligible mumbling. Steve smiled as he watched. "You gotta take Steve home, son."

That woke Eddie up. God he hated being up early. There was barely even sunlight filtering in through the blinds, and Wayne was trying to get him up now? Eddie was prepared to fight him about it a little longer until he said the magic word - Steve - and Eddie's sleep-addled brain finally figured out what was happening. He sat up in a panic, feeling his hair hold its wild bedhead shape as he made eye contact with Steve, who was smiling at him from the kitchen. 

"Morning," he said softly. "Made you hot chocolate." He glanced at the mug on the table and Eddie followed suit, reaching over for it as Wayne sat down and turned the TV on.

"Thanks," Eddie took a sip and smiled back up at Steve. It tasted like the ones Steve made him at work, fancy and creamy and a far cry from the powdered cocoa mix he usually made do with. Steve turned to put something away in the fridge, finally giving Eddie a clear line of sight to the espresso machine on the counter. Mystery solved.

“Breakfast?” Steve said, holding up the half empty pancake mix. Eddie blinked, surprised, and set the hot chocolate back on the table.

“Steve, you don’t have to cook for me, I’m an adult,” Eddie said, slipping his rings back on. He saw Steve shrug out of the corner of his eye and start hunting around in the kitchen.

“You bought me dinner, I’ll make you breakfast. ‘S only fair.”

Eddie looked over at Wayne, who barely glanced away from the morning news. The silent conversation they had went something like,

Can you believe this guy? Making me breakfast in my own house?

You sure know how to pick ‘em.

Wayne, make him stop.

The kid made me coffee, Ed, he can do whatever the hell he wants.

You’re unbelievable.

Eddie rolled his eyes and grabbed his mug, heaving himself off of the couch while Wayne stayed put in his recliner, looking entirely too smug, the bastard. He stretched as he stood and joined Steve in the kitchen, rubbing the leftover sleep out of his eyes.

“Ehh, fuck off,” Steve said, waving a spatula in Eddie’s general direction. 

“Relax, Stevie, I’m not gonna take over,” Eddie said, leaning back against the fridge. “Just… supervising.”

“Yeah, ah huh. Sure.” Steve turned away and grabbed a pan out of the dishrack, spinning it in his hand with a flourish before setting it on the stove.

“Huh… Where’d you learn to do that?” Eddie asked, sipping his drink.

“Do what?”

“The… flippy thing,” Eddie said, which was almost even vaguer coupled with a spinny sort of hand motion.

“Oh!” Steve started laughing, and demonstrated again with the spatula before turning his attention back to the pan, swirling a glob of butter around until it melted. “Dunno. I’ve just always done it. Drives Robin nuts. Started doing it when we worked at- Y’know that summer job I was talking about? Ice cream parlor.”

“That’s still a thing? Ice cream slinger is still a job you can have?”

“Apparently. Anyway, used to do it with the ice cream scoops all the time. She hated it, thought I was gonna throw ‘em at her on accident.”

“Did you?”

“Not on accident,” Steve chuckled.

They chatted in the kitchen for a while as Steve made breakfast for the three of them. All three of them. He made coffee and pancakes for Wayne. Because of course he did. Because of course this very pretty, very funny, exceedingly kind man would teach his uncle to use the espresso machine that he hadn’t touched since he got it and then make him fucking pancakes. Eddie was pretty sure that if he didn’t lock Steve down and soon, Wayne was gonna try.

Eddie and Steve returned to the living room with breakfast and made small talk with Wayne while they ate, all very "So Steve, where are you from," and such, getting to know each other. As Steve and Wayne, who was being uncharacteristically talkative that morning, fell into a conversation about baseball that Eddie could only kind of follow, he decided to see if the Hellfire group chat had any updates for him.

Microwave: so when is everyone getting here?

Garebear: That’s kinda up to Eddie since we need the van.

Dustpan: so any time between 2 and 6:30 is what I’m hearing

JIF: Yeah pretty much

Leia: max is gonna be here at noon to help set up. erica will be here whenever she wants to be.

Dustpan: naturally

Dustpan: mike, will, any word from el?

Dustpan: wait was that her that just came in?

Dustpan: jesus yes it was, she just scared the shit out of me in the kitchen

Dustpan: never mind I guess

good god how do you all function this early

Garebear: Why the hell are you awake?

gotta run a couple errands

i have a cute boy to impress

Leia: knock em dead, tiger

anyway gare ill come drop the van off at yours once im done and ill be back for the party at… whatd we say 7 right?

Garebear: Earlier if you can be, I’d like to not have to sound check without you

JIF: Again

Garebear: Again

Garebear: Hey I was gonna say that

JIF: Sucks to suck

Eddie rolled his eyes and sighed, shoving his phone into his pocket so he wouldn’t have to watch everybody talk over each other. There was a reason he always kept his phone on silent. If he had to hear his stupid messages go off every thirty seconds, he would probably lose it. Gareth understood, but insisted that he be in the group chat anyway so he would, quote, know what was going on and not have to make Gareth be his personal messenger, Jesus Christ Eddie could you join the 21st century please.

No, no he could not.

"Alright, if you two nerds are done… bonding, or whatever," Eddie said, tapping Steve's shoulder and making a grabby hand gesture to take his empty plate. "I got shit to do, so we should probably get you home, yeah?" He collected Wayne's plate as well and headed back to the kitchen without waiting for a response. 

"Uh, alright," Steve said, brain struggling to change gears as he was jerked from his conversation. "Well, guess I'll be around," he nodded to Wayne as he stood up to follow Eddie to the bedroom so he could grab his stuff. Or, he tried to follow Eddie into the bedroom.

Eddie had caught himself, stuck still in the doorway when Steve all but ran into him, jolting him back to reality.

“Sorry, didn’t realize you stopped,” Steve laughed, sneaking in past Eddie as he stayed firmly caught on the doorframe, gaping at nothing. Steve tucked his small wad of belongings under his arm and turned back to leave the room, but Eddie still hadn’t moved.

“Hey, man, you good?” he asked, waving his free hand in front of Eddie’s face.

“Uh, yeah,” Eddie blinked hard and nodded, coming back down from… wherever he was in his head. “Sorry, I, um… sorry.”

Eddie slid past Steve into the room to pull his boots back on, sitting softly on the very edge of the bed like he was trying not to mess the blankets up, even though Steve had barely done more than shake them out to lie flat across the mattress.

Once Steve was gone and Eddie could hear him chatting with Wayne in the living room again, he took a moment to pull himself together, running his hands over the smooth bedsheets. No one else had ever made his bed for him, except for Wayne the day he had moved in. Shit, Eddie never even made his bed himself, either. But here was Steve, pretty kind funny and apparently a bit of a neat freak, and he had made Eddie’s bed.

He wasn’t sure how he felt about it, but he couldn’t let the question linger much longer than realizing he didn’t know how he felt, because he knew if he let Steve and Wayne talk any more, he’d never get Steve out of the house. Not that it was a bad thing, just… inopportune. He had other moves to make first, and unfortunately it meant Steve had to go home. For now, at least.

He shook his head again, trying to clear his brain like an old etch-a-sketch so he could focus on the task at hand, and forced himself up. He didn’t bother tying his boots; they were on his feet and that was all he needed, so he grabbed his coat and ventured back out.

“Ready?” he asked, knocking his shoulder against Steve’s as he came up behind him.

“Yeah,” Steve smiled. “Thanks, again, for letting me stay,” he said, looking between Eddie and Wayne as Eddie started pulling him out the door. Wayne nodded to Steve before he was completely dragged outside.

"So," Steve said as he and Eddie situated themselves in the van. "I know you said no dress code, but like… What should I wear, actually?"

Eddie smiled, looking behind him as he pulled away from the trailer.

"I dunno… Do you own anything other than polo shirts?"

"Yeah! This is just what I wear to work, dude, I don't dress like this all the time." 

It was a little bit a lie. In reality, that was how he dressed more or less always, but it's not like his closet was comprised entirely of shirts that looked like his mother picked them out. 

"Hm… In that case, wear something that if you wore it to work you'd get written up. Got anything like that?"

"I'm sure I can find something." Okay, maybe his clothes did all sort of look like his mother picked them. Whatever. He'd have Robin help him. He'd have time after she got off work.

Eddie stayed in the parking lot across from Steve's apartment for a minute before moving on with his day. He pulled his phone out, ignoring the Hellfire group chat's constant stream, and texted Barb instead.

B:

he made my bed

is that a thing people do?

Make their beds?

make OTHER PEOPLES beds after they stay the night

Aww, he stayed the night?

yeah. turns out that coworker i thought he was dating? they do live together but shes gay and apparently had a hot date over

anyway back to my question

Did he sleep in your bed?

yes

…

Did *you* sleep in your bed?

no jesus b i slept on the couch what kind of man do you take me for

Well, I mean, I've never had anyone do that for me, but I guess that it's not, like, outside the realm of possibility.

he also made breakfast. for all of us.

Wayne too? That’s cute.

Sounds like he just wanted to be nice.

i think waynes more in love with him than i am

Did you tell him you know Nancy?

no uh. it never came up

You should probably tell him at some point.

i dunno. feel like that might freak him out

Yeah, maybe.

Eddie rested his forehead against the steering wheel for a moment, collecting his thoughts. It’d be fine, he told himself. Steve was being nice. He’s just a nice dude. Super nice. He definitely wouldn’t care that Eddie was friends with Nancy. Shit, they weren’t even really friends. Friendly, sure, but friends? Nah. 

Get it together, Munson. He’s just a guy.

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i think i'm a little behind schedule so pt 8 will go up here in a couple hours and both parts will be on ao3 once i'm off work

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[lighthouseas]

written in my phone notes app not betaed not edited etc etc lol based on this post

there is *1* dirty joke in here but i think we can put on our big kid shoes and handle it yeah? we can agree teenagers are horny? if not then scroll past :)) kisses xx

It's a Saturday in January.

Mike likes Saturdays, mainly because Holly has dance practice on Saturdays, and his dad has work, and Nancy has homework - so, more or less, he has the house to himself.

Logistically speaking, he could invite Lucas or Dustin or maybe even Max over so he could have some company, but he doesn't really feel like it. He never really feels like it, nowadays, which he knows is cause for concern - but it just doesn't feel right anymore, hanging out with the Party with two missing.

So. Saturdays are for Mike and Mike only.

He has homework to do. Homework which he really should be doing considering he's bordering on getting a C in his algebra class, which he knows is unlike him. Instead, though, he's slumped across the La-Z-Boy (which is now vacant due to his father being at work), spooning Cheerios into his face and only half paying attention to whatever was showing on the television. He's kind of tired, even though he woke up fairly late. His eyes droop lazily. He thinks that, maybe, he'll just drift off - no one's here to stop him - when a knock sounds at the door.

Mike shoots up, nearly spilling milk onto the carpet as he does so. This is odd: it's rare someone comes to the Wheeler house unannounced, which is mostly due to his mother's adamant demands to keep the house clean when guests are over.

It could be Max; she has a tendency to walk into his house, grab food from his fridge, and then ask if he wants to play video games without missing a beat (hence why his mother has grown to have such a distaste for her). Or maybe it's Lucas, who lives next door and comes over sometimes for homework answers. It couldn't be Dustin, though, since he lives across town and has never seen 11 AM on a Saturday (he like sleeping in).

Maybe it's the mailman. Which is equally weird, considering he could've just left whatever package he had on the doorstep. Mike ambles over to the door, Cheerios still in hand and flannel pajama pants hanging off of his hip. He's wearing a faded Queen t-shirt that has definitely seen better days, but he figures it doesn't really matter. The person - whoever it is - probably won't be here for long and won't care if Mike looks utterly disheveled.

He swings the door open, and is immediately proven wrong.

It is not Max. Or Lucas. Or Dustin. Or, hell, even the mailman.

Mike has never seen this boy in his life, and, in that moment, he's kind of glad he hasn't.

He's a jock, for sure. Probably on the football team. His biceps are fairly defined through the long sleeved white shirt he's wearing. Actually, scratch that, his entire fucking body is basically protruding through his shirt, almost like he isn't even wearing one. He definitely has - what - Mike's eyes dart down to his stomach - a six pack. Definitely. Mike's heart does a weird palpitation, and he suddenly realizes it's getting hard for him to breathe.

Oh, God.

He looks like shit.

"Hello?" The boy waves a hand in front of Mike's face. "Uh - is Nancy here?"

Mike's eyes drift upwards - because, somehow, this boy is taller than him even though Mike knows he's nearing on 6 feet - and he's met by obnoxiously shiny brown eyes and sandy brown hair that's swept to the side, like - like this boy got all dressed up to come over here, and that triggers many fantasies in Mike's head that he'd prefer not to dwell upon-

"Hey. Kid." The boy snaps his fingers. He sounds annoyed, now. Mike should probably pay attention.

"I-" Mike croaks, because his tounge suddenly feels like sandpaper, "sorry, what?"

"Nancy. Is she your sister?"

Oh.

Oh. Of fucking course.

Mike had conveniently forgotten that Nancy had taken on a tutoring gig at her school. This was mostly due to the fact that, whenever Nancy had her tutees come over to the house, it was during weekdays - never weekends.

So this boy - this - this boy, this unbelievably jacked boy had showed up, unannounced at the Wheeler doorstep, and was now looking for his sister.

Let him inside let him inside let him inside let him-

"I'm Mike," Mike blurts, and he kind of wants to smack himself. "Nancy is. Um. Nancy is my sister. Are you-" the boy moves to lean against the doorframe, his bicep flexing as he does so, and Mike is thanking the stars above that he's wearing the loosest pair of pajama pants that he owns. His question comes out in a squeak. "....looking for her?"

No SHIT he's looking for her. He ASKED for her, you absolute dumba-

The boy squints. "I'm Alex." the boy extends a hand. Mike shakes it - his hand is cold to the touch. Mike hopes it's impossible to detect the heart palpitations he is currently experiencing. "And...yes, I am looking for - oh, thank God, there you are."

Mike feels his sister's hand shove him out of the doorframe, but he's still staring. He probably looks bug eyed. His Cheerios have gone completely soggy, but he can't bring himself to care. He backwards walks back towards the La-Z-Boy. If Alex is a magnet, then Mike's eyes must be made of pure iron.

"...so sorry Alex, that's just my little brother-"

Mike hears snippets of their conversation from where he has resituated himself on the couch. Nancy is probably going to yell at him for being "impolite" later.

He tries to turn his focus back to the TV - really, he does - but - Alex's voice is so soft, like caramel, and okay, what the fuck, Mike. You were totally weird.

Mike shifts, curling his knees up to his chest. Alex and Nancy have gone to the dining room to study for - was it an English test? Maybe.

Whatever.

Mike is beginning to rethink his philosophy about Saturdays.

[sweetloleepop]

𝑺𝒐𝒎𝒆𝒕𝒉𝒊𝒏𝒈 𝑶𝒍𝒅, 𝑺𝒐𝒎𝒆𝒕𝒉𝒊𝒏𝒈 𝑵𝒆𝒘, 𝑺𝒐𝒎𝒆𝒕𝒉𝒊𝒏𝒈 𝑩𝒐𝒓𝒓𝒐𝒘𝒆𝒅, 𝑺𝒐𝒎𝒆𝒕𝒉𝒊𝒏𝒈 𝑩𝒍𝒖𝒆

Chapter 6: Erwin Smith

Synopsis: A day in the life of Erwin Smith

Pairings: Zeke Yeager/Reader, Erwin Smith/Reader

Tags: Modern AU, Arranged Marriage, Additional Tags to be Added, Reader is kind of a dandere, Erwin Smith is mean, slow burn, fluff

Chapter 1, Chapter 2, Chapter 3, Chapter 4, Chapter 5

a/n: Writer's block and tons of chores; the perfect ingredients for a veryy slow update.

Wordcount: 1.9k

Erwin slowly opened his eyes as the early morning light pass through the small opening of the window curtains, making their way into the dimly lit bedroom. He slowly sat up, waiting for the drowsiness to leave. Today is a Saturday and he woke up as soon as the sun had rose.

It's never really like this. He usually wakes up late in the afternoon every weekends but ever since he got married, he decided to not take too much time on the bed.

Erwin yawned a little before scrubbing his eyes, a bad little habit that he does everyday. He stood up and headed to the bathroom, did a little wash-up before heading downstairs. In the kitchen, he grabbed a tumbler from the fridge and proceeded to the foyer. There, he put on his sneaker before he headed out.

Erwin jogged around the neighborhood park. Upon arriving at the park, he stopped a little before drinking on his tumbler. He then ran again, jogging around the said place. Running and running with his mind clouded with many thoughts. He doesn’t know how long has he have been running for but he is aware of the exhaustion that is slowly enveloping him.

He decided to take a short break and sat on one of the park benches. There, he watched as few people walk and jog around the play grounds. Some are playing with their children, some with a friend or perhaps a spouse, some are alone, just like him. He wondered how having a family must’ve feel like. No. He’s not going to start a family yet.

He rested his head on the backrest of the bench and closed his eyes. His heart felt heavy so he released a sigh. These recent days have been hard on him. He was busier than usual and his mind was always plagued by his urge to contact a certain someone.

“I heard that you’re getting married”.

Erwin released a sigh, “I am”.

“And you haven’t thought of telling me anything about it?” the woman questioned him, her calm expression slowly turning into a frown.

“Of course I will. I was just looking for the right time”.

“And when will that ‘right time’ be? When you’re already walking down the aisle?”

“No-” he was cut off by the woman’s scoff.

“Maybe this is the ‘right time’ for us to end this.” The woman said angrily before taking her purse and heading out.

Erwin was left on their table, troubled. Before the wedding was even held, he already want it over with. His life has turned upside down and he feels like running away. Go to different country, in a remote area, change his identity and everything.

Erwin felt something hit his feet, causing his eye to open. A child was approaching him, “Sorry, sir”. The little boy apologized before taking his ball. Erwin watched as the boy ran towards his friends. He watched as they pass the ball around and play. ‘Must be nice to be as clueless as a child but poor to be naïve and helpless.’

||

Upon entering the house, Erwin smelled something delicious. He proceeded to walk through the hall to find where the smell was coming from. Obviously, it was from the kitchen. (Y/N) is there. She is bending over, looking at the inside of the oven. She must’ve felt his presence behind her, causing for her to look back.

“Oh, you’re back. Good morning,” (Y/N) greeted.

“Good morning.”

“If you don’t mind me asking, where have you been?” (Y/N) asked.

“I jogged around a bit.”

“How was it?”

“It was fine. I’m going to shower for now” Erwin replied.

(Y/N) hummed, “Would you like some tea after?”

“Sure.”

||

Erwin sighed as he removed his sweat-drenched shirt. He wiped his torso with a towel using his left hand whilst his right undo the knot of his jogging pants. He let his pants go down and slipped himself off of it. He then picked his pants and shirt off the floor before heading towards the bathroom.

Erwin tossed his discarded clothing into the laundry basket before he stepped inside the shower. He slowly removed his underpants then did the same to it as his other clothes. The water gently poured down as Erwin turned the shower knob. Erwin shivered as the cold water made contact with his bare torso, making their way through his naked body then down the drain. It took a few seconds for the water to turn warm and Erwin closed his eye as he bask in the warmth of it.

He released a sigh as he started to properly wet his hair. After that, he poured a generous amount of shampoo in his hand before applying it to his hair, massaging his head in the process. Erwin rinsed his head before applying body wash to his body and a loofah. He has made a habit of it, applying more than enough body wash so he can enjoy the bubble and whilst he is doing so while scrubbing himself, he can’t stop thinking about something. He is desperate to see her. To hear her velvety voice once again. To feel her hand as she brushes them against his torso. And to simply just see her again.

The gentle squeak of the shower knob turning was heard as Erwin finally turned it off. He hopped out of the shower, grabbing a bath sheet as he did so. He wiped his neck, his body and his thighs with the said sheet before covering it around his waist. He then started to dry his hair off with a towel. He was busy drying his hair when he noticed himself in the mirror in front of his sink. While the sink’s size is average, the mirror above it was long and rectangular. It covers most of the vanity. His motions slowed down as he stared at himself.

He stared blankly at his reflection, not a coherent thought present in his mind. He shook his head. After drying himself, he put on a pair of sweatpants and a gray shirt then proceeded to go downstairs.

Erwin trudged towards the kitchen counter where (Y/N) was busy pouring newly boiled water into a teacup, a little teabag hanging from inside it. He took a seat.

“Here,” (Y/N) carefully placed the cup onto the saucer.

“Thank you” Erwin replied.

He took a sip of his tea, its warm and calming aroma soothes every tension that he has built up inside him. (Y/N) offered him a loaf of freshly baked bread that she bought earlier and Erwin ate a couple in which he spread some butter atop of. After his tea, he went to the living room and opened the television. To his disappointment, none of the shows has piqued his interest so he decided to go upstairs, inside his home office.

He opened his computer and started working. He had a pile of papers that he brought home yesterday to hopefully finish this weekend and keep him busy. And it did. Before Erwin knew it, he has finished the whole pile and (Y/N)’s already made him aware that dinner is ready. He has skipped lunch earlier, reasoning that he is still full from the tea and bread.

Erwin sighed before shutting down his pc before heading downstairs, there, (Y/N) is already waiting on the dining table. They exchanged pleasantries before Erwin sat on his sit. The dinner went well, they were quiet the whole time, both focused in savoring the meal that they share.

After dinner, (Y/N) cleaned everything as usual and Erwin went to the living room to watch, picking a movie to watch this time.

(Y/N) cleared her throat, “Are you going upstairs any time soon?”

“You can go now, I’ll be there.” Erwin shortly replied.

“Okay. Goodnight”

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(Y/N) went upstairs and readied the tub. She stripped herself and slowly dipped herself in the warm water. Sigh, this is nice. She closed her eyes and relaxed. Bathing in warm water at the end of every day sure is nice.

As (Y/N) let her mind wander, she has thought of her earlier interactions with Erwin. He always replied to her shortly, always keeps their interaction short. Maybe Erwin is just… shy? No way, he’s a very confident man. (Y/N) doesn’t want to think that Erwin hates her. But maybe he does, I hope not. She really can’t tell.

As (Y/N) walked through the bathroom door, the cold air from the room AC hit her bathrobe-covered body, disturbing the warm and calm feeling that she has just now. She hugged herself as the cold temperature of the room made her body shiver. (Y/N) then tiptoed to her walk-in closet, closing the door before her. It was warmer inside so she allowed her arms to fall beside her. She rummaged through her hanged clothes, searching for something comfy to wear in her sleep.

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The television plays as Erwin sat on the couch. He is facing the furniture yet his focus is very far away from the gunshots and screams coming from it. ‘This weekday.’

A particularly loud boom from the movie finally took Erwin back. He jumped a little as the loud noise disturbed his train of thought. Sigh. He shook his head and finally decided to go upstairs.

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(Y/N) lift the duvet up and crawled on the bed, careful not to make many wrinkles on the sheets. She released a sigh of relief once she’s covered herself with the thick blanket. She’s sleepy. She stared blankly at the ceiling and waited for slumber to take over her which didn’t take long since she fell asleep at least 5 minutes after laying down, comfortably cuddling a pillow while covered in a blanket.

Erwin stared at (Y/N) sleeping figure before he made his way by the side of the bed. He slowly lifted the blanket and lied down. He closed his eyes, cleared his mind and finally slept.

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The tapping of the keyboards and clicking of the mouse helped the thought that he’s finally in the office building sink in. He stepped inside the elevator which made the guy standing next to the buttons click the top floor, his floor. It took a while but it wasn’t long enough to get Erwin annoyed.

Ding, and finally.

Erwin stepped outside and walked towards his office, his assistant waiting just outside the door. The whole of the 40th floor is almost occupied by his office. It was huge, spacious, wonderful.

“Good morning, mister Smith” his assistant, Eren, greeted.

“Good morning.” Erwin replied with a nod before entering his office in which Eren held the door open.

“I’ll go get you your coffee now, sir.”

Erwin hummed before he took a seat behind his long desk. He then took his phone out and spun his chair to face the floor-ceiling window. It showcases a breath-taking view of the city. Erwin liked the view since it is bright and blue-y, his favorite color. Also, he liked the fact that even with a city this busy, he can’t hear all the noises and stuff.

Erwin sighed and grabbed his phone from his pocket, opening the messaging app. He stared on the screen, contemplating whether or not is he going to contact her. He stared. And stared. And stared. He doesn’t know how long was he staring at his phone for but one thing’s for sure, Eren hasn’t given him his morning coffee yet.

There was a knock on the door, Erwin didn’t bother to look up.

“Come in,”

The door opened and Erwin finally looked up.

“How’s it been, Erwin?”

[duckduckhjonk]

I figured it's been a bit. So have a one shot!

It's part of a series of 6. Playing off the 5+1 types of fics you see. This is purely platonic :3

The other parts are being worked on currently.

Summary; 5 times Zoot scared the shit out of Kermit, and 1 time Kermit scared the shit out of Zoot. Part 1. Takes place during the original Muppet Show.

Word count; 741

The theater was always so quiet afterhours. Kermit never enjoyed that. Everyone was so quick to rush home, himself included, that it left the theater eerily quiet afterwards. Every breeze had a sinister feel to it, every creak in the rundown floorboards made the frog shudder.

He too would have been at home if he didn't have auditions to deal with. They needed a new trumpet player since the old one switched instruments. He didn't blame her, trumpet carried most of the shows songs. He'd understand her getting tired of it.

What did bother him was that it didn't start for another hour. He'd have to sit there for an hour alone in a terrifyingly empty theater. His office was secluded and there wasn't a lot of light within it. Just enough to read the papers on his desk, but not nearly enough to see anything that happened outside of his office.

Kermit hummed as he focused on the papers. Most of it was finances for their next show. It would be the last episode of the season, they had to make it count. Although making it count meant a lot more money went into it. It would be hard to balance everything. Maybe he could cut the Mayhem from playing that show? No, he couldn't possibly do that, they'd flip out on him.

Kermit's train of thought was cut off by the sound of footsteps. There was no way any of the auditioners came in this early, right? He stood up shakily and began approaching the door of his office. Within the shadowed parts of the theater's backstage area, the gleam of something reflected off the light of the office. It wasn't enough to reveal who or what it was, but it was gone in a second.

Kermit panicked and began hopping to conclusions. He was being hunted, robbed, stalked! The prospect of any reason this intruder was here terrified the frog. This frog wasn't going to take his fate laying down. Kermit re-entered his office and grabbed the baseball bat next to his desk. He meant to get rid of it a while ago, but it became useful at keeping Miss Piggy off his desk while he worked. It would serve a different purpose tonight.

With faux confidence, Kermit walked back out of his office, bat in flipper, and began searching for the thing he saw earlier. He looked around the main backstage. It was quiet, but he couldn't shake the feeling of being watched. Surely whatever vile shadow creature was coming for him was nearby.

The footsteps returned, Kermit readied himself. As they got louder and louder, it sounded as though they were right next to him. No matter how hard he looked, he couldn't see anyone there, just the remnants of something slipping down the hallway towards the kitchen. Kermit gave chase, carefully creeping towards the hallway only in time to see the door shut.

The frog leaned against the now shut door and listened inside. It sounded as though the shadowy figure was rummaging through the fridge. Kermit tensed up as he took a deep breath and swung the kitchen door open.

"I will not let you take me down shadow beast! I have a weapon and I am unafraid to take you out!" He shouted waving the bat in the air.

"Oh, frog, man what're you still doing here?"

Kermit looked down and saw that it wasn't a scary monster, it was Zoot, the saxophone player. Kermit, now embarrassed immediately dropped the bat and froze in confusion.

"Want something from the fridge?" Zoot continued nonchalantly, "there usually isn't much left but I can share if you want, man."

"What are you still doing here?!" Kermit shouted, now enraged he was so easily frightened by the muppet who couldn't even remember his own name most of the time, "you scared me!! I could have hit you with this!!"

Zoot barely reacted, unfazed by the threats, "oh, the sign said fire door, didn't wanna risk it."

Kermit now felt even worse for nearly beating Zoot to death. Zoot continued rummaging through the fridge before pulling out a carton of orange juice.

"Oh, nice," he mumbled, "hey, do you want some, Dermit? This is a rare find, but it beats water anyday, man."

Kermit paused before shaking his head and sitting at a nearby table. The blue muppet sat next to him with the carton of orange juice.

[written-by-jayy]

Whumpcember, day 2: Sickness-

From this prompt list

Chapter 1 pt. 1

CW: Fever, Illness,

Word count:

Characters: Rowan = Caretaker | He/They, Adam = Whumpee | He/Him

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Rowan sleepily lifted his head and rubbed his eyes with his right hand, his left arm still stuck between his roommate's body and his own.

By the looks of it, the romcom Adam had put on had ended quite some time ago. The sun was already rising through the window across the room. He grabbed his phone and looked at the time.

6:32 AM

What time had he fallen asleep? Adam had only been home no more than an hour... then it couldn't have been any later than 9:00 PM.

He glanced at Adam, still asleep on his shoulder, and frowned.

The calm, peaceful, trusting look that he had the night before, when had first fallen asleep was gone. Replaced by furrowed brows, a clenched jaw, and a single tear in the corner of his eye, waiting for its time to drip down his cheek.

Slowly and carefully, Rowan moved his left arm up and around to rest on Adam's far shoulder, and like this, Rowan held his friend close.

He wondered what was wrong...

Was it just a fever dream?

Was he in pain?

Rowan began gently rubbing Adam's arm, trying to wake but not startle him.

"addy?" his voice was barely audible. Definitely not loud enough to wake even the shallowest of sleepers, "hey, Adam," he tried again, only slightly louder.

This time, Adam jolted awake and pulled away from Rowan. He wiped the tear from his eye and sweat from his forehead.

"Sorry, Adam... you okay?"

Adam jumped slightly and blinked at Rowan, as if just realizing he was there, "oh," he cleared his throat, "yeah. 'm fine."

"Nightmare?"

"Uh, n-no. Why?" Adam sniffed.

"Oh. Did I wake you for no reason, then? I'm so sorry."

"Don' be, i's alrigh'," he sniffed again, "...do you know if we have any kleenex?" he glanced around the room.

"Yeah, in the linen closet. I'll grab some," Rowan stood and walked across the room, to the open closet. He must have forgotten to close it last night. He dug around on the top shelf, realizing how badly it needed to be cleaned out and organized- a job that could wait until another day- and grabbed the last box of tissues. He turned around and saw Adam stretching his arms out.

Rowan giggled at this, "I'm not gonna toss it to you. The last thing we need right now is you getting a corner in your eye."

Adam frowned and dropped his hands, sniffing again.

Rowan opened the box, handed him a tissue, and set the rest on the center table.

Adam blew his nose and got up, heading into the kitchen.

"Anything else I can do for you?" Rowan asked kindly.

"No, fanks. 'm alrigh'."

He sounded like if death had been warmed up in a microwave and then stuffed into a dryer just for the fun of it.

"Okay. Just let me know if that changes, alright? I don't have work until noon."

"Kay."

Adam disappeared into the kitchen. Rowan heard the clumsy opening and closing of cupboards. What in the world was that delusional, half-awake sickie doing?

He shook his head and went into the kitchen after him to see what was happening.

"I can' find the trash..." Adam admitted when Rowan rounded the corner, almost as if reading his mind.

Rowan pointed to the bin next the fridge. Right next to Adam. Right where it had always been.

"Oh. Oops. Sor-"

He was cut off by an awful coughing fit, dropping the tissue, which Rowan could now see had blood in it.

Rowan ran to his friend's side as he coughed and gagged and gasped for air. He sat Adam down, grabbed a glass from the clean dishwasher and filled it with water from the tap. He knelt down next to Adam, holding the water in one hand and brushing hair out of Adam's face with the other.

Adam reached for the glass with trembling hands and Rowan helped him lift it to his mouth. He took a sip and immediately choked on it. He couldn't breathe. He had stopped coughing, but only because he couldn't breathe. There was sweat dripping down his temples, tears in his eyes, and a look of desperation on his face.

"Shit! Adam, hey, hey... oh god," Rowan was panicking. He quickly set the cup off to the side and wrapped his arms gently around his friend, pulling him close and holding him.

Adam leaned into him and finally coughed up the water onto the floor, thankfully not getting any on Rowan or himself.

Now, he was left gasping for air and wheezing in Rowan's arms.

Rowan breathed a sigh of relief, "Christ, Adam... are you okay? You scared me there."

Adam nodded, "..s'rry," he muttered weakly into Rowan's shoulder.

"Adam, you have nothing to be sorry for, okay?"

He nodded again, now pulling away from Rowan's grasp.

And Rowan let him. He knew Adam didn't like physical touch, and he always did his best to respect Adam and his boundaries, despite Rowan's struggle with it. No matter how hard he tried, he'd occasionally forget, as physical touch was always something he had found comfort in. Though he never understood, and he didn't always remember, Rowan always did his best.

And Adam knew that. He couldn't deny the fact that he was slowly growing used to it and even warming up to the occasional, gentle touches. Only Rowan's touches though.

He still flinched away when anyone else even tried holding his hand or patting him on the back. But whether or not Rowan knew it, every day he was actively helping Adam get better and feel more normal and more human. And for that, Adam was endlessly thankful for. Even if he might never be able to express it.

Adam glanced at the cup of water, at the tissue, and then at Rowan. Rowan looked concerned. Adam hated that. Great. He was being a burden. He quickly looked away, grabbed the bloodied tissue, shakily stood up and stumbled toward the trash can.

Rowan stood up quickly and reached a hand out to try and help Adam, but he dodged the hand, flinched away. Rowan retracted it.

"Do you need help?"

"No," he dropped the tissue in the bin and as he turned back around, he gagged. In an instant, Adam was back over the trash, now heaving and coughing. He was shaking again and now leaning on the fridge.

Rowan was immediately by his side. He kept his hands to himself this time but was prepared to help if he needed to.

After a few moments, a mix of bile, blood, and even the soup from the previous night all came up, burning Adam's throat and pouring into the garbage.

Adam coughed a few times after it finally ended and dropped to his knees, shaking and now crying.

He couldn't be a burden, he couldn't be pathetic, he couldn't be weak and he couldn't be sick.

If he was any of those things, then he'd be abandoned again. Rowan would leave without a second thought. Adam would be alone and forgotten all over again. He couldn't let that happen. He couldn't be a sick, pathetic burden.

And yet he was. He was all of those things. And for some reason, Rowan was still right by his side. Still pretending to care. But why?

Rowan picked up the water again and sat next to Adam, offering it to him.

Adam took it and drank it as slowly as he could, not wanting to choke again.

When he finished, he had gathered himself and looked at Rowan. They held eye contact for a moment, Rowan reached a hand out and Adam watched as Rowan slowly placed it on his shoulder. Adam looked back up and into Rowan's oak wood eyes. After another moment, Adam not only leaned into the touch but went farther by slumping into Rowan.

Rowan wrapped his arms around Adam and held him. They stayed like this for several minutes, until Adam finally caught his breath and his whole body relaxed into Rowan's.

"Are you okay?"

"..."

"Addy?"

"...I don't know," it was barely audible. But it was honest. More honest and more vulnerable than he had ever been with Rowan.

That was the last thing Adam was able to get out as his consciousness faded

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Authors note: I apologize if the pacing is off. I’ve had a busy weekend. Hence why I’m behind. Will probably edit this later. ALSO I NEED A NAME FOR THIS SERIES IF YOU HAVE IDEAS PLEASE LMK

Chapter 2

[is-it-cold-outside]

FAKE DATING Part 1

Drake/Plumpeach

So! I wanted to try writing even if I didn't really do that type of fics before, but I got idea from @gaydrewrealll and I just had to x)

Hope you'll like it!

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*'bzzz  bzzz' silent ringing in the corner of Drew's room*

Argh, she won't stop calling me - Drew groaned. He was playing Minecraft with Liam and Henry on Discord call

Have you tried talk to her? - Liam stared - I mean, told her that it's literally over and not some kind of short br-

YES I DID. Even yesterday in school, AND today. But she's still trying. Ugh...save me

Hm.. - Henry stared - Why won't you just block her number and...I dunno avoid her?

*Scoff* Yeah and hide in the lockers from blondes with pink tips. No thanks. - Drew turned up the game volume, to not hear his still calling phone

*Awkward silence, mc zombies in the backroung lol*

Sooo.. - Liam hesitated - What..are you going to do?

I have no idea - Drew leaned on his hand and looked at ringing phone on his bed

Aw come on bro! We have weekend already! There is nothing to worry about, tomorrow we will come over and play something - Henry initiated - it will be like old times just without Ja-

IT WILL BE LIKE OLD TIMES! - Liam shouted, knowing how Jake's subject ended last time

I guess. - Drew gave up and decided to not push this topic anymore

After a while they all agreed it's time for a break. First, Henry didn't eat since he stared playing so he wanted to finally eat something. Liam just agreed, because he noticed how Drew was acting off and it was late anyway. They hung up the call and Drew took off his headphones. He walked up to the bed and looked at his phone: 36 missing calls - You are not going to leave me alone, are you.

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Saturday morning, the sun is more bright than usual and Drew couldn't sleep any longer so he got up - Maybe at least weekend will be more peaceful - Liam and Henry are supposed to be around 4pm so Drew still has a lot of free time. But no ideas what to do. He opened the messages and looked at Jake's chat: "I know you don't want to see me again but can w..."

I am not opening this chat - Drew exahled staring at newest message that was sent 6 days ago - He is with those freaks I'm not gonna.. - he quickly turned off his phone and throw it on the other side of bed, just in case if he wanted to open the chat.

After a while magenta-haired just flopped onto the bed and closed eyes. He has no idea how long he was like that but the sound of notification woke him up. Drew took the phone and saw father's message.

Of course they are sending money because their business trip will take longer - Drew laughed - as always.

It took over 15 minutes before he finally got up and decided to eat something. Kitchen was quiet, painfully loud quiet. Drew quickly opened the fridge and grabbed food he ordered yesterday. He went up to the room closing the door and sitting on the floor. Games were probably the only interesting thing left so decided to play while waiting.

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Doorbell started to randomly ring - It's not even 3pm what are they doing here so early - Drew thought but got up to open the door. Silence was uncomfortably suspicious so it didn't seem like it was them. Then he opened the door

...What are YOU doing here - Drew said dryly looking at person in front of him

You weren't answering your phone! I already send you a message I'm coming over SO LET'S TALK! - Zoey shouted

No. - Drew sighed - I've already told you it's over and I'm not going to change my mind.

You look like you are just waiting for us to be couple again. You didn't ask anyone out yet so it means you still think about mee~

I'm not that type of person AND YOU KNOW IT. I won't be looking for someone new just to have a date. Listen I'm not in the mood for our talk, just forget about it and leave me alone - Drew wanted to close the door but Zoey stepped in

Drewy-bear please forgive mee, I promise I was with this idiot just for money and gifts! It was nothing special

Tsk, if it was "nothing special" then why didn't you tell me anything? Unless you used me for money too.

I didn't! Oh come on don't act like you don't get it! I've saved your money and still care about you, what do you want me to do?

I want you to leave me alone.

But-

Leave.

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Woah dude she is really desparate - Liam looked at Drew, he felt bad for him but didn't know what to say more

Mhm

....

...Do you have any ideas-

No. - Drew didn't let Henry finish the sentence. He didn't know what to do and it's been like that 2 weeks already

Maybe we can ask Lia! She knows Zoey and is a girl too so she would know what to do - Henry jumped making both boys look at him surprised

You think she will help us? - Liam looked confused

Of course she will, if I ask her~

Pff yeah....hey Drew?

Hm?

Wanna try? Maybe Lia can help, she's not friends with Zoey anymore so

*Sigh* okay

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Monday, Jake walks to the lockers, he noticed Dromies talking with Lia. And Zoey in the corner looking at them from time to time

Dating idea, seriously?

You don't have to actually date someone, just pretend. I know her, Zoey can be stubborn, so she won't give up untill she sees that you've actually moved on - Lia suggested crossing arms

I am not gonna go out with some random just to get rid of her

Don't mind him Lia, Drewy is always like this - Henry whispered

Soo..you can "go out" with someone you know, pretend for a while and when she stops bugging you, you can just "break up" - Lia suggested moving her gaze from Drew to two other boys

...Don't look at us! - Henry shouted trying to grab Liam's hand but he moved it

Not in the public you idiot-

You know, I'm here to help but not get into this stuff, sorry Drew

He was leaning against the lockers with crossed arms - I didn't want to do this anyway. I'm going to the restroom - he said and walked away

No more ideas? - Liam looked at Zoey who just went after Drew and is now waiting by the restroom door

Not really-

Jake is standing with The Music Club but his mind is somewhere else - Drew looked so tired, maybe I should go after him? No, Zoey bothers him too much already I don't want to make pressure of him. But maybe I can help? You idiot how are you supposed to help if this happened because of you in the first place. If you didn't hide it you guys would be alright now. Or maybe not because he hates you anyway. Ugh Jake think!

Jake? - Hailey tapped his arm

Oh! Y-yeah? - Jake jumped after begin back from his thoughts

Are you okay? You looked...off

Yeah I'm okay, thanks Hailey - Jake glanced at the group Drew was with before - I'm gonna talk to them, I shouldn't have act like we don't know each other, maybe..I can make it work again? - he smiled unsure, hoping Hailey won't criticize his dumb idea

Hmm.. Okay, just don't go into trouble - Hailey smiled back

Jake noded and went to the other group

Hey! - he waved as went to Dromies - What's up?

Jake! What are you doing here? - Lia waved back

I wanted to check on you guys - Jake looked at Zoey - and ask how is Drew doing, he won't answer my messages and I really want to talk

Well, Zoey doesn't want to leave him alone, she even came to his house on Saturday - Liam sighed

We guess that's why he is in a bad mood all the time - Henry started - and maybe he doesn't want to make it worse by talking to you OW- WHAT?

You are really too honest sometimes. - said Liam who just hit him in the arm

Aw man.. I wish I could help him, maybe then he would let me explain everything - Jake looked down

Actually Jake, it is something you can do - Lia smiled making Liam and Henry exange glances

Really? Wait, why are you guys looking at me like that-

Drew was checking media while stading next to the wall with sinks. He heard softly creaking door that made him look away from his phone. When he saw Jake he quickly turned phone off and wanted to walk away, but how is he supposed to pass by that person

Hey Drew, can we talk?

You want to talk now? Jokes on you because I don't - Drew scoffed and crossed his arms not looking at person in front on him

I want to fix it, I promise I will, just give me a chance! I will explain everything

Explain what? That you prefer your music freaks instead of us and that I was just some type of cover for you and not a real friend?

We were real friends Drew..

It didn't seem like it. - he started to walk towards door, wanted leave this stupid place, and Jake

Let me help you with Zoey at least - Jake shouted when Drew passed by him to leave

What?

I was talking with Lia, ..and we can pretend to go out, after Zoey will leave you alone, I will too - Jake hesitated - or maybe I will get a chance to explain myself

Drew was standing in silence, he was mad at Jake, he supossed to be - *Sigh* Only if you remember that's not forgiveness.

We will do it your way - Jake smiled - so when do we start?

Come to my place today after school, we will talk about how we do it, and you'll be able to explain yourself if you want - Drew closed his eyes not beliving what he is doing

Fine by me, so we are good?

Partly.

Thank you - Jake smiled and passed by Drew to open the door, Zoey looked in their direction - so see you on a date!

See ya - Drew noticed her staring at them but decided to ignore it and walked away, he couldn't belive what he just agreed to

Zoey was blinking in confusion after what she heard - What just happened?