#fic: pickup or delivery

[lifeisabitch-butimcute]

so help me god i will have this chapter out by halloween

[paradoxbeta]

👥❤️ i dont know any of your ocs that well, so do whoever you want!

i chose stella and mollimar because despite how they're behaving here, these two are actually very good friends. a lot of their dynamic revolves around stella making terribly flirty advances and mollimar shooting them down, which neither of them take seriously. its a running bit they both enjoy but it tends to confuse people not in on the fact that it's ironic

[uzurimisery]

translation: kiss me. / hinata shouyou x reader

Hinata Shouyou’s schedule was packed. Delivery job, language tutoring by his roommate, and practice. Short on cash and not wanting to burden his mom, he picks up another job at an acai shop. It’s mundane and boring but at least he’s got a cute coworker to keep him company and help practice his language skills. 

A/N: This fic has a language barrier written in Hinata’s POV. The words he doesn’t know, if not translated by someone in the story, will appear as “.....” to signify he doesn’t know what’s being said. Reader is Brazilian!

Part of the @interstellar-inn 'Help Wanted' mini-collab

“Hey, Shouyou!” The bells on the door jingled as Hinata threw it open with his shoulder, a volleyball under one arm and his bike helmet under the other, jumbling his volleyball gear between the two.

It was hot out today. 35 degrees Celsius, something like 88 if he did the math to convert it to Fahrenheit, sweat dripping down his neck and past his tank top, riveting down his freckle-covered back. You were behind the counter, in tiny shorts, a white short-sleeve button-up left open, and a blue bikini underneath, scooping acai puree into a to-go bowl, most likely a delivery or pickup order. He liked this one the most on you. The shade just complimented your skin so nicely. Made it seem golden as it shone from the layers of body butter and SPF you had on.

“Oh my god, it’s so hot today!” You grinned at him as he moved past the counter to the backroom to drop off his stuff.

God, you were so cute bobbing along to the Bossa Nova playlist you always changed it to at the start of your shift. While you didn’t mind the Sertanejo that the owner, your aunt, had going, you always said that Bossa Nova was better, more lively, and reminded you of childhood joy and dancing around with your Avô in your grandparents' apartment in Sao Paulo every summer you’d go and see them. You told him he’d understand it better the longer he lived here and became “Brazilian” like you.

Hinata chucked to himself as he returned to the front, free of all his baggage, a towel now draped over his shoulder.

“How are you?” Every time you looked at him and gave a gummy smile like that he thought his heart might burst as the apples of your cheeks eclipsed your eyes, joy palpable in your every feature.

He leaned against the counter as he answered “I’m good, you?”

You turned, reaching to scoop some coconut onto the bowl, referencing your order ticket. “I’m great now that you’re here!” you replied, still moving to the rhythm of Agua de Beber, the movement of your hips drawing his eyes.

You really had the moves. 

“How was practice?” you were facing him again, an eyebrow raised, totally catching him in the act of staring at your ass. A flush crept across his face, hoping that you hadn’t caught a good enough look at him as he came into the shop and he could blame it on the sun.

“It was good! Heitor and I are really getting into the uh…” he trailed off, searching for the word.

“Fluxo?” You supplied, dumping the coconut into the left side of the bowl, next to the bananas. You were always so systematic with how you constructed the bowls. Hinata’s focus was distracted as you turned to the back wall, standing on your tippy toes shorts riding up a bit, reaching for the milk powder. He liked the way your legs looked.

“Huh?” He moved quickly and grabbed it for you. Every day he was glad your aunt had it on a top shelf. 

“Thank you, ninja,” You giggled as you took the container and scooped out some powder. “Fluxo. You know? Like a river.” 

Hinata thought for a second, going through his context clues, piecing together the meaning of the word bit by bit.

“Oh!” It clicked. “Flow! Like a river.”

“Exactly.” He liked it when he got things right, your praise was a dopamine rush. The corners of your eyes crinkling with warmth. It made him feel like he was on top of the world.

“Hey, maybe you could come to our next game?” Hinata suggested, feeling a little bolder from your giggles, a hand still coming to scratch the back of his neck.

“I’d love that!” Your eyes lit up as you replied. “Let me know when and where?” 

“I will.” The promise was easy, the thought of you sitting on the sidelines cheering him on. If he’d won maybe he’d convince you to go get dinner with him too. 

The work day continued normally, the sun dipping lower in the sky, the two of you beginning to wrap up closing as it did. The golden glow seeped through the windows as you wiped down the counter. So mundane, but Hinata swore you never looked prettier. Stray curls in your face, a few caressing your neck. You had thrown your hair up during the middle of the shift, complaining how your neck was too hot with it down. 

He couldn’t take his eyes off you, even as he stacked the chairs together, flipping them upside down on the tables so he could mop. The way you moved, the gentle concentration on your face as you cleaned and organized. It made his heart flutter like crazy. Gave him the same adrenaline rush as being on the court almost. 

As the last customers left,  the two of you wrapped up cleaning. A comfortable silence between you punctuated by the soft musings of Elis Regina in the background. 

“Almost done,” you called out, pulling the cash from the register and depositing it in the safe. “Ready for the beach?”

“Always.” He grabbed his stuff from the back, leaving his volleyball gear for morning practice near the shop, and the two of you walked out of the shop. The two of you were going to a beach party Heitor organized. 

Your excitement was contagious to him. “Me neither. Let’s get out of here!” You cheered as you locked up the shop.

The walk to the party was a short 15 minutes. It was near where they normally practiced, but a span of umbrellas and fold-up tables were set up there. 20 or so people were strewn about, some were drinking under umbrellas, a caipirinha being passed around,  while others were dancing on the makeshift dance floor to some funk that had been created. Their laughter and conversations blending with the music. The small get-together was in full swing, the energy high. 

“Hey Heitor! What the hell is this music? Fuck, …… some better funk.” You called out as Hinata and you met up with Heitor, reaching out to hug him, followed by hugging Nice. Hinata missed a few words but could tell you were complaining about the music.

“........ my choice of music, huh?” Heitor threw his head back as he laughed, clapping Hinata on the back with a short greeting. 

You rolled your eyes, slipping off your button-up. “Because your taste in music is shit!”

“That’s it!” Heitor sprung into action and began chasing you around the party, sand flying up behind you. 

Nice laughed next to Hinata and turned to hug him, kissing his cheeks in greeting. “They’re always like this. Cats and dogs I swear.”

“Yeah, they are.” Hinata watched on as you and Heitor continued your chase. The party seemed more vibrant and full of life as you ran around screaming at Heitor. He didn’t understand a lot of what you said, but your energy was infectious with everyone picking up on it, laughing a lot more. Hinata couldn’t help but laugh along.

After a few minutes, you came to hide behind Hinata, your chest pressing against his back as you heaved heavy breaths. “Help me, he’s a monster.” Your words were breathy, ghosting around the shell of his ear. 

“I’m not a monster! You are just …… work out…… my teammate!” Heitor caught up to you, hardly labored from chasing you around.

He didn’t know what took over him, but he pivoted, bent at the waist, scooped you up over his shoulder, and began running away from Heitor. Nice fell over laughing as Heitor threw his arms up in betrayal. Hinata had one hand on your waist, the other placed on the back of your upper thighs, as you laughed as best you could while being breathless. 

Hinata didn’t run far, about 10 meters away from the party before setting you down. You dramatically fell back, letting yourself collapse against the warm sand, spread out like a starfish.

“My hero! Thanks for saving me,” You were still breathless as you spoke, smiling up at him. 

“Anytime.” He chuckled.

You reached up grabbing his hand to pull him down with you. He was scared of landing on top of you as he went down so he twisted his body to try and avoid it. But by some strain of misfortune, he moved in just a way that left him landing above you, hands catching himself, hitting the sand near your head, his knees landing between your legs. Caging you under him.

For a moment, the music and chatter of the party faded away as he stared down at you, his breath mixing with yours. You were so pretty. Big-eyed staring up at him, lips glossed and slightly parted. He was so close he could see all the little imperfections on your skin that made you so human.  His heartbeat picked up, the unexpected closeness setting him off. 

“Sorry,” he murmured, voice barely above a whisper but making no move to get off of you. 

Your eyes darted down to his lips as he wetted them, the pink of his tongue visible for a second. 

“It’s okay.”

Neither one of you moved, afraid to break the spell. Hinata swore he could feel electricity sparking in the air. That he could feel his pulse echoing in his heart, mimicking the rapid beat of the far-off music. He traced the contours of your face, committing the small details to memory, feeling the rise and fall of your chest. 

His hands itched to move, to touch you more, to wrap around your own. The intensity he felt was mirrored in your eyes. He wanted to close the gap. Feel the soft press of your lips against his own as you lay there wrapped by the ocean breeze. 

“Posso te beijar?” You asked him, eyes switching between his own eyes and lips.

He was so frazzled. “I, uh, I don’t understand.” God he wished he was fluent.

You grinned, your hand reaching up to cup his cheek. “I’ll show you.” 

He nodded, his heart beating fast. “Yes please.” He breathed his voice like a whisper.

The space between you disappeared as your lips met his in a tender kiss. It was soft and sweet and tasted like your vanilla lip gloss. The gentle press of your lips sent a shiver down his spine, the months of yearning settling in his belly as a swarm of butterflies. 

©️ uzuzrimisery

[buckbuckbarnesstuff]

One-Shots - part ll

Get yourself a snack, enjoy the second part of these wonderful one-shots and leave some love for the creative writers :)

♤ - includes sexual themes

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Road trip [1.6k] @munsster

Bucky x reader

Summary: You think Bucky is shallow for rejecting a pretty stranger in North Dakota. Little do you know.

{personal comment: We love oblivious idiots interacting with each other. This is lovely}

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Pick Up & Delivery [5.3k] @sweetascanbee

Modern!Bucky x reader

Summary: You order pizza from your favorite shop, and a little surprise comes with it.

{personal comment: This is endearing and I had so much fun reading it. Also, I enjoy fics that include Bucky's sister and I love her character here}

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Life starts all over again [4.9k] @fatbottombucky

Biker!Bucky x reader

Summary: "Life starts all over again when it gets crisp in the fall" Promt: Farmers Market

{personal comment: Such a cute fic. I love Bucky with a leather jacket and that date was the sweetest}

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Pucker up, Buttercup [6.9k] @witchywithwhiskey

Sunshine!Bucky x Grumpy!Reader

Summary: It's been a long day of working at your lemonade stall during the town's busy summer festival and making the day worse is all the unwanted attention and come-ons you've gotten from customers. By the time bucky barnes tries his own tired pickup line, you've had enough—but then he goes and spills a fresh pitcher of lemonade and offers to make a new one. You're reluctant to admit bucky might not be like all those other guys. in fact, he might be someone you could see yourself spending the rest of your life with.

{personal comment: Love how the reader is the grumpy one and how she warms up with his help. Also, this has really great summer vibes}

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Set me free [6.4k] @intrepidacious

40s!Bucky x Nymph!Reader

Summary: Once upon a time, a soldier fell from a train. Thankfully, this time, he is found by gentle hands, and a beautiful voice keeps him safe from the cold.

{personal comment: This is so mystic and captivating and incedibly beautiful written. I love the idea of this fic, it’s so unique and creative, I enjoyed every second}

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When you’re ready, come and get it @nickfowlerrr ♤

Bucky x reader

{personal comment: I enjoyed the bickering and the way Bucky grows concerned. There is so much heat in this, I love it}

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Blurred lines [43.2] @ellemj ♤

Bucky x reader

Summary: When choosing a female agent to send back in time to gain young Sergeant Barnes's trust, everyone's in agreement that it should be Sharon. Until Bucky, the man that you barely get along with, speaks up and lets everyone know that it could only be you.

{personal comment: Got blown away with this piece, it's fantastic! I was so enamored, I couldn't put my phone down for a second. This idea had me hooked before I even started reading it and it didn’t disappoint in the slightest}

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Hint dropped @rocketrhap3000 ♤

Bucky x reader

Summary: While looking at rings online, you accidentally click a “send a hint” feature addressed to Bucky’s email, despite never having that conversation with him and not even knowing whether or not that’s something he wants, but his reaction surprises you

{personal comment: This is so good! I felt the nervousness so deeply but Bucky is such a sweetheart and definitely husband material}

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Six days [4k] @tmpestuous

Avenger!Bucky x Avenger!Reader

Summary: You make the effort to avoid Bucky during a mission after he upsets you in an argument, but things quickly take a turn for the worse. 

{personal comment: This tugged at my heartstrings, but I'm so glad there's a happy ending! It was exciting to read}

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A Night of Frights & Delights [7k] @elixirfromthestars

Athlete!Bucky Barnes x Artist!Reader (College AU)

Summary: It’s Friday the 13th and the college kids in town decided to host a weekend camping trip on the outskirts of town. Your best friend convinced you to go much to your reluctance. What could go wrong when the one guy you can’t stand is also there?

{personal comment: Got so excited over this, such a lovely fic. Their banter is endearing and Bucky being smitten and protective is just chef's kiss}

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Treacherous [16.8k] @scrumptious-delusion ♤

Outlaw!Bucky x Reader

Summary: you’re asking yourself why he keeps coming back, he’s asking himself why you keep letting him in. it’s a treacherous slope but neither of you can turn back now.

{personal comment: I'm stunned with this work! Everything is so beautifully described and detailed. The story is so creative and enchanting, I enjoyed every second. I'm smitten with Outlaw!Bucky and isn’t he just perfect here}

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Fight me [1520k] @writingcroissant

Bucky x Reader

Summary: Bucky and you get in a fight. You go to sleep on the sofa and Bucky refuse/can't go to sleep on fighting terms.

{personal comment: This is so sweet. I love Bucky so much}

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Together [2k] @valkyriesryde

Bucky x Reader

Summary: You've got some news but are too scared to tell Bucky but he’ll find out one way or another

{personal comment: I don’t read a lot of things about pregnancy, but this did me in. I'm loving this relationship}

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One More Night [3.4k] @marvelouslizzie

Bucky x Reader

Summary: You and Bucky Barnes are fuck buddies for a while. The problem is you have feelings for him but you don't think he reciprocates and it just makes it impossible to continue your relationship. Little did you know how much he wants you and how hard he's trying to keep it casual.

{personal comment: That conversation was everything! It was authentic and genuine and I highly enjoyed it}

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[geek-fashionista]

Life in Bullet Points:

Please pray for everyone in the path of Hurricane Milton. If you are ordered to evacuate and can get out, do so sooner rather than later. Help your neighbors if you can.

My husband and I have been doing grocery pickup and delivery for several months now, but today we physically went to the store and got a bunch of things. I'd forgotten how much fun it is to derp around without a list or a plan. I think I needed it to feel human again.

I'm trying to retire from fan fiction quietly and this darn Digimon fic won't get out of my head...

The cat under the house ate all her wet food. Perhaps if she sticks around long enough, we can just.. kidnap her when we move out. 👀

Going to visit my family soon, which means I get to see my actual fur baby, who is no longer a baby. Mom says she's having a little trouble climbing up on high things these days. 13-year-old cat behavior.

Got some major life decisions to make soon. I should be praying more.

Tomorrow's Trainwrecks chapter is about Dimitri. Please check it out if you're able!

If no one has told you today, you are loved, and your life has value regardless of what you've done or haven't done. God gave His only Son to die for you. You're not worthless.

Have a good week, everyone! And stay safe!

[netherzon]

Hetaween Fic - Haunted House Prompt

@hetaween-event

Summary: Alfred and Ludwig are youtube ghost hunters together, but they aren't being fully honest with each other

Characters: America, Germany, minor ghost OCs

Pairings: America/Germany but they're not together

Warnings: One of the main characters is a ghost so he's dead but still around, descriptions of ghosts and injuries, blood, concussions

Rating: Teen

Word Count: 5612

“What is UP everybody?!” Alfred half yells cheerfully. The dark forest around them remains as quiet as it has been since they hiked out here, “Welcome to our first ever 3am challenge!”

“We agreed we weren’t doing that,” Ludwig deadpans behind him. Alfred shushes him and twists away with the camera so Ludwig isn’t in view anymore.

“Like I said,” Alfred holds the camera close like he’s sharing a secret, “this is our 3am challenge. My name is Alfred, the party pooper is Ludwig” — said party pooper sticks his tongue out at him from behind the camera, making Alfred laugh — “and welcome to part thirty two of our International Ghost Hunt!”

They’d never actually been outside the U.S., or even outside of Maine, but that didn’t matter. Alfred had decided the name for their channel because Ludwig was German, which obviously made them International Ghost Hunting Buddies!

He’d still promised one day they’d head up to Canada together, just to make it twice as official. That was gonna be one of their big subscriber milestones, though. One million subscribers maybe, but even that felt a bit low to Alfred.

“Where are we today, my esteemed co-host?” Alfred holds the camera up so the audience can see Ludwig over his head again.

Ludwig doesn’t miss a beat, “A rotting house you found in the woods?”

Wry, dry, quizzical, amused, sarcastic, mean: there were a million words you could use to describe Ludwig’s delivery. Alfred had seen them all in the comments, along with every kind and unkind thing said about himself. It didn’t really matter at the end of the day. Ludwig was a master at understated, and Alfred had a talent for exaggeration. It was a winning formula.

“Correct-i-mundo,” Alfred pronounces it just a little bit wrong, “this is a definitely, totally, one hundo percent NOT haunted house I found in the woods! Here’s our 3am challenge to prove it!”

“We’re not doing a 3am challenge,” Ludwig repeats again, “especially not that one.”

“Aww, why not?” Alfred whines.

“This house is definitely haunted. You’ll fail.”

“I never fail! And even if I do, I’d rather fail than quit!”

Alfred’s expecting something like ‘Those are basically the same’ or ‘Famous last words’.

What he gets instead is an earnest, just-loud-enough-for-the-camera-to-pickup, “You always get sad when you’re proven wrong, and I don’t like seeing you so sad.”

This stops Alfred dead in his tracks. Ludwig has this concerned little furrow between his eyebrows, and what Alfred really wants to do is hug him and kiss his cheek and tell him how gosh darn sweet he is, but they’re just friends, and this is basically their job, and he’s not sure what Ludwig really means. If he has feelings like that for him. He doesn’t want to come on too strong either.

He’s probably just saying that cause he’s tired of you fear-eating all the ice cream after every ghost hunt.

“I—“ Alfred starts and stops, feeling his chest tighten. The furrow between Ludwig’s eyebrows gets deeper. Alfred tries again, “thanks for looking out for me Lutz, but that’s kinda personal to put on camera don’t you think? This is gonna go in the video.”

Ludwig was a pretty private guy. Alfred never had to try hard to convince him to change a line here or there.

Ludwig’s face smooths back out, “We can start over.”

“I won’t go all the way back, just a different line and then we’ll cut to inside the house.”

Alfred repeats, “I never fail! And even if I do, I’d rather fail than quit!”

This time he grins cartoonishly and tilts the camera back towards Ludwig.

“That sounds like a line from blockbuster hit Megamind 2: Megamind versus the Doom Syndicate,” is Ludwig’s ridiculous response. Standing there in his fancy old fashioned clothing, hair slicked back all formal like, making an incoherent reference to a movie almost nobody has watched. That’s not even an actual line from the movie.

It’s a bit too much of an inside joke, but Alfred isn’t patient enough to tell him they need to redo it again.

The last thing Alfred lets the camera hear before they head inside is his own reaction, “I will never regret making you watch the direct to dvd sequels without watching the first movies.”

If you can’t make the audience laugh, outrage is a good second option. It is also the truth. Ludwig had not seen pretty much any modern movies before they met, and Alfred had taken full advantage of this for his own amusement. It was too bad he hadn’t seen the popularity of movie reaction videos coming. Ludwig’s reactions were a gold mine. He had been too dazzled by the animations and Alfred’s surround sound speakers to complain that the movies were bad or confusing or low quality when they objectively were. This was even funnier to Alfred.

He also wasn’t patient enough to think about how strange his friend was, or why.

Ludwig hadn’t ever really said where he’d come from, but Alfred was pretty sure he knew.

Hot, single, old fashioned German guy his age appears out of nowhere, without any modern tech or pop culture knowledge? Definitely Amish.

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Alfred stops at the bottom of the porch steps. The rotting wood has spots of faded blue gray paint on it. There’s half a handrail to one side. He gingerly tests the stairs once, then he jumps on them. Ludwig watches patiently until Alfred is satisfied they won’t collapse under their weight. Next, they set up the camera to get B-roll of them walking up the stairs and into the house.

It was Ludwig’s suggestion that they do all the video production stuff first. Once Alfred ran out of a house screaming he wouldn’t go near it again, and Ludwig couldn’t do it alone. Wouldn’t do it alone. Ludwig’s fans complained that Alfred hogged the camera too much, but Alfred had offered to let him take the lead a couple times. He just didn’t like being on camera.

“Especially not that camera,” he’d say, “it’s haunted.”

“That’s what I paid for!” Alfred would wink back.

This B-roll doesn’t go as smoothly as usual. Alfred twists the knob, shoves, and the door falls right off its hinges. It crashes against the wooden floor boards, the sound ricocheting through the house. Dust billows up from the floor, blocking their view inside. For one horrifying second they wait for something within the house to respond, to react to the intruders that so rudely announced themselves.

Nothing happens.

The dust settles again.

“Well,” Alfred jokes into the quiet, “at least we don’t have to worry about it slamming shut and locking behind us!”

This is a joke he’s made many times, because it is an actual fear of his every time they do this.

“You worry about that. I don’t worry about that.”

Alfred turns back to the camera mouthing “Sorry”, then again shrugging, then again acting sheepish, then another looking terrified. This has never happened before, so he’s not sure what reaction will be funniest. Best to get them all at once and decide later which one to use.

“I don’t know how you can believe in ghosts but not worry they’re gonna get you. I don’t actually worry, by the way. I know ghosts aren’t real, so it can’t happen. Duh.”

Despite appearances, and also character, it is Ludwig who is the ghost truther in their pair, and Alfred who is the unbeliever.

“Ghosts are real. There are ghosts in this house. They know you’re here,” Ludwig says in an ominous tone. Alfred briefly holds the flashlight under Ludwig’s chin for effect, cause that’s what the video needs. The words still make him shudder.

“Why do you always gotta say it in the worst way possible,” Alfred whines again, more quietly.

If his heart is starting to beat faster, it’s only because he’s that good an actor. If he’s considering asking Ludwig to hold his hand, well, that’s not for comfort. He just wants to hold Ludwig’s hand and has been trying to get Ludwig to hold his hand for the past seven ghost hunting trips they’ve been on. The comfort would just be a bonus.

Alfred F Jones is not seriously scared of ghosts. Really. He never has been. Not even once. Ghosts aren’t real, and you can’t be afraid of something that’s not real.

“Do you want to know the names of the ghosts in this house and how they died?” Ludwig asks, more chipper than usual, almost eager to help.

Alfred shudders hard enough that it comes through on camera. “Maybe later,” the flashlight shakes a little, “after we explore a bit.”

“If you say so, though, Valerie doesn’t like to be ignored.”

“You’re so fucking creepy man, cut it out!”

“You cut it. You’re the editor.”

Alfred leaves that line in out of spite.

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They explore the first floor together. At each room they come up with competing ideas of what it was used for. Ludwig sticks to the sensible answers: Mudroom, lounge, dining room, bathroom 1. Alfred likes to get more creative: lava lamp storage, dressing room, flee circus training facility—

Ludwig decides now is the time to start being ominous again, “Are you suggesting Valerie has flees? She’s not going to like that.”

Alfred audibly gulps, but presses forward anyway, “Uh, yeah? First, Recreational Flees don’t count, but I wouldn’t put it past them to have regular flees too! Did you see their bathroom?”

Ludwig merely hums, neither agreeing nor disagreeing.

“Dude you are such a fence sitter! Do you think Valerie had flees too or not?!” Alfred forgets his inside voice, as he usually does. Desperate to get Ludwig on the hook with Valerie, just in case she is real, even though she’s definitely not.

The whole house seems to creak all at once. Alfred jumps as a branch knocks against the window next to him. Clutching his chest. Breathing heavy. His heart is racing.

The camera is pointed at the floor for almost ten seconds.

Ludwig waits until Alfred turns the camera on him to respond. Both his eyebrows are raised in mild surprise, but he looks composed and extremely smug next to Alfred.

“No, I do not believe Valerie has flees.” There’s a moment of silence, and then Ludwig adds, “I tried to warn you.”

There’s another moment of silence. Ludwig looks like he’s trying very hard not to laugh. Alfred continues to glare at him from behind the camera.

“One of these days I’m gonna hit you,” Alfred threatens. It’s an empty threat and they both know it. He’s made others like it in their videos and Ludwig has always refuted him. Always, because Ludwig is right, Alfred isn’t going to punch him, or kick him, or tickle him (unless Ludwig wanted him to), or slap him (unless Ludwig wanted him to do that too).

Yet they continue to go off script this night. Alfred regrets saying it immediately because Ludwig suddenly looks miserable. He stares into the distance over Alfred’s shoulder, his eyes shining like he’s about to cry.

“Hey, are you okay?” Alfred asks in a panic. He points the camera back towards a random wall. It’s not real privacy, but it feels more comfortable that way. “I’m sorry I said I’d hit you, I wouldn’t really do that, not over a joke anyway! I thought you knew that, I’m sorry! I didn’t mean it!” The apologies pour out of his mouth uncontrollably.

He walks towards Ludwig, but Ludwig steps back so quickly he almost hits the wall. He won’t look at Alfred.

Alfred stops too, a little hurt himself, but most of all guilty. He’s still blathering, “I’ve never seen you look so sad before! I really am sorry, please talk to me, Ludwig!”

Hearing his name seems to snap him out of it. Ludwig turns back to Alfred, headless of the tears that are streaming down his cheeks, “I’m fine.”

“But you’re—“

Ludwig hurriedly interrupts, “Speaking of bathrooms, I need one. Excuse me.” With that, he turns to leave.

“Wait!” Alfred moves to follow him, confused and scared that Ludwig might leave entirely.

That’s when Ludwig turns to face him head on and yells, “Do NOT move, Alfred!”

Alfred pauses for a second before walking towards his friend again, “You’re not making any sense—“

Just to get Alfred to stop Ludwig crosses the space between them. “Do not move from this spot, Alfred,” he repeats firmly.

“Why?” Alfred demands, angrier now. If Ludwig wanted to abandon him here, he should just say it. He’d rather hear it directly.

Perhaps Ludwig could sense Alfred’s fear, because his face softens. His hands come up in a gesture of peace, though an edge remains in the sound of his voice, “I’m going to go outside to use the restroom, Alfred, that’s all, and I don’t want you exploring the house without me. What if something happened and I couldn’t find you?”

Mollified by his concern, Alfred softens too, “Well, I guess. I’m not interested in watching you pee, so…”

Ludwig snorts, “So you’ll wait here for me?”

“Yeah, I can do that,” Alfred reassures him.

Ludwig gives a quick ‘Good’ and then quickly disappears down the dark hallway.

“You heard me when I said I was sorry, right?” Alfred calls after him.

There is no response.

“He must’ve really had to go,” Alfred mutters to the camera.

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For the first five minutes he picks at his fingernails. Zips and unzips and zips his hoodie. Fiddles with the brightness on their camera.

At ten minutes he’s staring intently at the faded pattern on the wallpaper. Tries to recreate it on his jeans with an old highlighter he had in his fanny pack. Cleans the lens of their camera.

At fifteen minutes he’s trying to pronounce the German brand name on the camera with the worst American accent he can. Ludwig had read it to him once or twice, so he had a vague idea of the correct way. Now he just had to do it as badly as possible. Maybe then Ludwig will think twice about leaving Alfred alone in the future.

Twenty minutes, and he’s listening to the video he has of Ludwig saying ‘I don’t like seeing you so sad’ for reassurance. To keep himself in place he imagines he goes looking for Ludwig, and it turns out he didn’t leave him behind, but his friend feels so betrayed that Alfred didn’t trust him that he leaves because of it.

Twenty five minutes, and Alfred imagines Ludwig has hurt himself.

He goes looking for him.

It’s slow going because he’s lost his mental map of the house now. He thinks he’ll find the kitchen and finds a closet. Where he remembers the living room, there’s the kitchen. Where he thought the bathroom was, now it’s the living room. At the center of the house he finds the mudroom, which just doesn’t seem right at all.

“What is even the point of having this here?” He asks the screen door leading into it.

A horrendous screeching noise fills the hallway. Alfred jumps back as a gash rips the screen from the ceiling to the floor like somebody cut through it with a knife.

His glasses are peppered with flakes of rusted metal, along with his shirt, pants, shoes, and his camera lens. “Rusted old piece of junk,” Alfred says angrily as he takes off his hoodie to use the clean back as a rag, “Are you trying to give me tetanus?!”

Despite being inside, pine scented wind waves the ruined screen around. More bits of rust land on Alfred’s shoes, and he quickly moves on.

After trying to find the front door for what felt like an hour, he finally finds something. He turns a corner and sees somebody at the end of the hall.

It’s not Ludwig.

He makes sure to keep the camera pointed forward as he calls out, “Hello? It’s nice to meet you! My name’s Alfred. What’s yours?”

It looks to be a girl in her early teens. She has on a long skirt, and long braided hair. The house creaks around them, but the girl only stares silently from the end of the hall.

“Oookay,” Alfred says, “That’s fine, you don’t have to tell me your name! You’re probably scared, huh? Are you lost? Where’s your family?”

Alfred begins walking towards her slowly, the way you would a cornered animal. She stares with wide unblinking eyes.

He gets maybe halfway down the hallway. Close enough to notice she’s dressed up to look like her head is on backwards.

“Oh cool! Is that your Halloween costume? That’s really good! Are you that robot mom from Umbrella Academy? Jeez, what was her na—“

Alfred is cut off by a piercing scream. An invisible force slams into him, sending him flying down the hall. Instinctively he wraps his arms around the camera, leaving his head unprotected. He smashes into the floor, rolls, hitting doors, a small table, only stopping when he hits the back wall. The scream continues. All the doors along the hall slam open and closed, open and closed.

At some point it stops. He’s not sure when or why or what actually happened anyway. The ringing in his ears continues, so it’s doesn’t make much of a difference to Alfred.

Dazed, he starts to uncurl, checking the camera. It looks fine, thank god, except for where there’s blood smeared across it. Using his sleeves to try and wipe it off only makes the mess worse. The blood is coming from his hands.

He can see the cuts, can see the dull red of the blood soaking into his blue hoodie. He can’t feel it though. Yet?

Something is seriously wrong with him.

Thinking about it makes his head hurt. The sudden wave of nausea has him curling back in on himself. He leans as far from the camera as he can and coughs up bile.

The screaming starts again. This time it is agony. His hands come up to cover his ears automatically, black spots filling his vision. He almost can’t see the man standing in front of him. He doesn’t see the girl advancing down the hallway at all.

“Ludwig?” He asks. His voice is pitiful and weak, but he’d recognize that slicked blond head anywhere and anyway this is important. “Ludwig, I think I have a concussion,” he groans.

Ludwig is facing away from him, but he inclines his head a little in acknowledgment. He is not much help though. “I do not know what that means,” he says after a moment.

“A concussion? Means I have a brain bruise. A bruised brain. My brain is now a bruis-ed,” Alfred explains to the best of his ability, "I had a concussion once when I was a kid. From skateboarding. ‘S not fun."

"Yet you lived?" It's hard to tell when he's still looking away, but Ludwig sounds weirdly hopeful.

"uhh…" Alfred doesn't get a chance to think of a response because the screaming restarts. It sends Alfred back to his ball form, doubling over again. Feet pound on the floor towards them, there’s a smack, a flash of heat. And then…

Silence.

“Alfred,” he hears Ludwig say quietly. He’s unusually quiet. Alfred assumes it’s a kindness to him in his concussed state, “Alfred we should leave.”

“Wh—“ Alfred uncurls a little too quickly and makes himself dizzy. He braces himself against the floor on hands and knees. Deep breaths. His eyes are on the camera, “We haven’t even gone to the second floor yet! Or the basement!”

Ludwig pauses. He also looks at the camera, and that’s when he notices the alarming amount of blood covering it.

“What—“ he starts, looking at Alfred’s hands, Alfred’s head, “is that a concussion?! Your face is bleeding!” He asks with alarm.

Alfred pushes the camera towards him gently, “Can you clean this? We need to check out the other floor.”

Ludwig physically recoils. Alfred’s never seen Ludwig puke before, but now he really looks like he might. Instead of taking the camera, he tries to get Alfred onto his feet, “We need to leave now!”

“Wait, wait!” Alfred grabs the camera before he can be pulled too far. All the quick motions make him dizzy, and he has to lean against the wall to catch his breath and calm down his guts.

Ludwig paces while he waits, tugging at his cufflinks with agitation. Alfred spends thirty seconds against the wall. It quickly eats away at his friend’s patience, “Alfred what if you are bleeding to death?”

Well now, that Alfred cannot accept, “Bold words from someone who doesn’t know what a concussion is.”

Blood drips down the side of his face and onto the floor. He hadn’t noticed his head wound before, but it’s not a big deal. He had been an adventurous child, “Like I said I’ve had plenty of head wounds,” Alfred says confidently, despite how he feels like shit, “this isn’t gonna kill me.”

Ludwig goes back to tugging at his cufflinks.

“Hey wait,” Alfred says once he’s capable of more coherent thought, “what happened to that girl?”

The hallway that Alfred flew down looks an absolute mess, but there are no signs of the girl anywhere. A pit of worry starts to grow in Alfred’s stomach. What if she really was bleeding to death somewhere?

Ludwig stops pacing and just stares at him, eyes a mix of exasperation and admiration. “Never change, Alfred,” he says quietly. Sweetly. Then he grabs Alfred’s hand and starts to haul him down the other hallway, “If you’re well enough to worry about others, you’re well enough to move yourself! I know where the exit is, but they don’t want us to leave.”

“What? Who is they? What’re you talking about?”

“The ghosts in this house,” Ludwig is a man on a mission. The grim determination on his face now is frightening, “they mixed the whole house up to try and confuse us, and they hurt you. Badly. Just don’t let go of the camera, okay?”

He didn’t need to worry about that. Alfred was continuously filming. It was an unconscious action by now. The same as breathing, or blinking, or his heart beating. Nothing that couldn’t rip his heart straight out of his chest stood a chance at prying that camera away from him.

He gives Ludwig a thumbs up, “yeah, you’re right. I still don’t believe in ghosts, or that the house is changing, or whatever else you said, but I’m ready to go now.”

Ludwig sighs deeply, but keeps moving without a word. Alfred gets the feeling he’s stressed about being lost. Definitely has nothing to do with Alfred.

They wander for a while. Ludwig leads them confidently through the twisting corridors, reaching out to grab Alfred’s wrist when he starts to fall behind. It doesn’t take long for Alfred to lose track of time and their direction, and he lets it all go, his focus directed towards the comforting feeling of Ludwig’s hand holding onto him instead.

Until they reach the front door again.

The room they had first seen has completely changed. It looks like a mansion now. The front door is a set of double doors now, and there are grand staircases and chandeliers with lit candles to match. However, they don’t seem to offer much light. The room has expanded beyond their reach. It wasn’t designed like this.

It also means the front doors are back on their hinges. Probably locked.

There’s a young woman between them and the door. She looks older than the last mystery girl, with a much less elaborate costume. She just looks like an old timey axe murder victim; an old looking dress stained with fake blood that drips down from her face and hair. It looks more realistic than the red food coloring mix Alfred has used for his own film projects.

“Wonder if she’ll give me the recipe,” he mutters to no one.

“Valerie,” Ludwig tries to project calm, “let us leave.”

The woman, Valerie, smiles. She spreads her arms, and Alfred is impressed how her left side seems to gush with a new flow of blood. Visually, her shoulder doesn’t seem attached to her body. “Can’t you see my vision for this house?” She asks, “It could have been something wonderful. It could be something wonderful if you gave it a chance.”

There’s a strange echo in her voice. A pitch that’s not quite right. Alfred cringes when he hears it. Immediately he starts glancing around to see if he can spot the speakers they must be using to project her altered voice into the room. She must be hiding a mic somewhere.

“I know, Valerie, I know you wanted more than what you got. Believe me, I did too. But we can’t stay here,” Ludwig’s voice is sad and surprisingly soft for such a serious guy. Alfred is always impressed by Ludwig’s compassion for all the strangers they meet doing this. To Alfred, they usually seemed like real weirdos. He tries his best to be friendly, but he never really figured out how to talk to them.

“I’m not leaving!” Valerie suddenly screams with a force that shakes the floor beneath them, “I’m not leaving! I don’t care if the walls rot away around me, I’m not leaving!” She continues to wail, her body bending and shuddering and folding at impossible angles. Drops of blood float around her in ways Alfred didn’t even think were possible. He flinches at the sound, but the display fills him with envy.

I want visual effects like that!

Ludwig holds his hands out in a placating gesture, “You can stay! If you’re not ready to go then I’m not here to force you. I just need you to let me and my friend leave now. He needs medical attention.”

Valerie suddenly stops, hands still with a death grip on her hair, and now as she turns Alfred gets a glimpse of the (makeup) wound at the back of her head. The sight alone makes him sick to his stomach. He’s never seen anything like it before.

“Ludwig, what’s going on?”

“Shush, Alfred!” Ludwig throws over his shoulder, eyes firmly fixed on Valerie.

Valerie is staring at Alfred now. Her eyes are dark, glazed over but somehow sharp. The effect is one of oppressive exposure. He is seen in every way by something intangible. Nothing so insignificant as a mere human’s eyes. The presence surrounds him from every angle, slips through his hair, under his clothes into his ears eyes nose mouth it fills his lungs floods his blood stream it—

“Valerie,” Ludwig calls her name again, trying to bring the woman’s attention back to him.

Alfred is standing slightly behind him, in the same mansion as before. Nothing has changed, except when the thing lets go he falls to his knees, dry heaving. There’s nothing left in his stomach from earlier, but that can’t stop the painful convulsions. His head hurts like hell. Tears stream down his face.

He’s not sure how long it is before the pain is faded enough to hear the ongoing conversation.

“I promise we’ll come back,” is the first thing he understands fully.

“What?” Alfred begins to protest, but his voice is too hoarse to be heard across the room. Ludwig has moved closer to Valerie, and now he waves a hand at Al behind his back in a “Shut up I’m trying to save your life” gesture.

“Believe me, I know how lonely it is. You know that I understand that. But killing my friend won’t help. You have my word, if you let me get him medical attention, we will come back to see you.”

Valerie tilts her head curiously. “Friend? You consider him a friend?”

“Of course.”

“But he still lives.”

“Yes.”

“You want him to keep living?”

“Yes, I do.”

Valerie seems confused, but convinced Ludwig is being truthful, so she turns her attention back to Alfred. He tenses up under her gaze, expecting the choking to begin again.

It never comes. Instead she just squints suspiciously at him, “Do you consider him a friend?”

Alfred looks at Ludwig, deliberately ignoring Valerie, “What’s this Power of Friendship thing that’s happening right now? Are we on an MLP themed episode of Punk’d or something?”

Ludwig doesn’t get to answer before the floor begins to shake again. It feels like he’s made the house angry.

Damn, they really did the most with the robotics here!

“Please just answer the question, Alfred!”

“Okay, yeah, I consider Ludwig a friend! One of my best friends even!” And maybe something more sometime, maybe, his brain finishes. He keeps that part to himself.

The shaking stops. The intense look of concentration on Valerie’s face does not.

“I don’t trust you—,” she says after a moment.

“That makes two,” Alfred shoots back, earning him an exasperated look from Ludwig.

“—how can spirits and the living truly be friends?” Valerie continues.

Alfred groans again, “What are you even talking about? I’m concussed, I can’t answer riddles right now.”

“So you believe me when I say we are friends?”

Valerie’s eyes flick back towards Ludwig. “I believe you believe you’re friends. It is foolish though.”

Ludwig inches his way between Valerie and Alfred again, shielding him from view. “What does that mean?”

It’s Valerie’s turn to look sad, “Would you swear on your life that you’ll come back?”

“That’s—” Ludwig falters, “that’s a bit hard for me to do…. That would be a question for Alfred.”

“I will not accept your friend’s word. You shouldn’t either.”

Ludwig looks back at Alfred then, clearly distressed. Alfred feels a bit guilty. He’s understood less and less of the conversation as it's gone on, and he’s not sure what to do. He shrugs helplessly, shaking his head a little.

He must be bleeding a lot, because Ludwig quickly agrees to whatever Valerie was talking about. He turns back to her and says, “On my soul, I swear.”

Valerie sighs, shaking her head. “I don’t understand,” she murmurs.

“Well,” Ludwig shrugs a little too, “I’m already dead, I don’t have much to lose anymore.”

“No, only the very last shreds of yourself, your life, your memory,” Valerie begins backing away. The room around them begins to crumble with her. The candles flicker out. Windows that had been fixed in the illusion now break inwards again. In a few seconds the room is remade into the room they first saw. The door, too, crashes again, revealing the dark forest beyond it. The exit

“That’s not worth anything to me personally. There’s only one person now who might care about something like that, and he needs my help right now.”

Ludwig walks back towards Alfred, helping him to his feet. Alfred wraps an arm around Ludwig’s shoulders and Ludwig wraps an arm around his waist. The camera remains in a firm grip in Alfred’s hand. Still recording. Capturing everything.

They limp towards the door together. The last word goes to Valerie:

“We’ll see.”

[eddieloverr]

Forbidden Love ( Eddie Munson x Female Reader)

Series summary; You need to prove you can dump a guy in 10 days, Eddie needs to prove he can make a girl fall in love with him in 10 days. The clock is ticking, what could possibly go wrong?

Authors note; This is my first fan-fic series so I'm pretty excited to publish this & please ignore any errors if you spot any, I've tried my best to revise and edit any errors I saw. If you couldn't tell by the summary, this series is heavily inspired/based off the movie 'How to Lose a Guy in Ten Days'. I will be adding my own scenes and this will have smut in the later chapters so please, 18+ only. I really do enjoy feedback so if you'd like to say something, please do! :) On that note, enjoy this little series! - Jess <3

Chapter word count; 6.2k

Chapter warnings; Mentions of sex, mentions of death ( believe that's all, only read if you're 18+)

Comments, feedback, and reblogs are very appreciated!

"God, Nancy, I busted my ass in grad school to be this magazines "How to" girl and write articles like, 'How to know what color looks best on you' or 'How to use the best pickup lines.'"

"I want to write about things that actually matter, like politics and the environment, the earth - things I'm interested in, things I want to write."

It's true, you worked hard to get into a magazine like this. More to get a name for yourself, to get more offers and opportunities for your writing career. You wanted to write about stuff that mattered, stuff that you cared about, not about shoes or clothes.

"Keep busting your ass, you'll get there." Nancy replied as she gave you a tight lip smile. "Hey, I've got something to help cheer you up.. you know that guy from sports illustrated that you've been recklessly flirting with on the phone for like whooo, a month now? He made a very special delivery this morning." She said, holding up and waving what seemed to be a piece of paper while smirking at you.

"Oh, ha ha, let me see." You then replied, trying to snatch whatever she was waving in the air.

"Don't- no!" She practically yelled, attempting to hide the piece of paper in her hand.

"Hey!" You eventually got it and looked at your now tickets for a basketball game you always end up watching on tv. "Whoooo! Tomorrow night" This was exciting. Guess your 'reckless flirting' paid off.

"What happens tomorrow night?" Nancy said while smirking even more now.

"Only the most exhilarating and artistic display of athletic competition known to mankind."

"The lce Capades are in town?" She questioned.

"No, the NBA Finals are in town, and l got tickets!" You said loudly for your other coworkers to hear. "Nance, come with me?"

"All right, i'll go. But l am not putting out." She said, eying you up and down.

"Oh, please nance two stale jumbo dogs and a couple of beers, you'll be whistling a different tune." You said seductively while walking to your office right next to hers. Only a couple of little grey walls separating your small workplaces apart.

"You know what l like." she smiled.

"Ohhh mmmmwah" you sent a kiss her way.

"Good morning, ladies. Don't forget, staff meeting in 30 minutes." Your very nosy and slightly annoying coworker, Michelle, says as she walks by. Only a couple offices down and you can still hear her loud gossiping.

You and Nancy exchange a look as she walks away. Yep, Michelle was definitely made for this business.

"Robin, I haven't seen her all morning. Have you?" you asked. Robin, your best friend, going all the way back to college. She was your assigned roommate, who knew all it took was for her to spill soda all over your white rug and start rapidly apologizing to form an unbreakable friendship. Ever since then you'd bonded, especially since you both had a passion for writing and were pursuing a degree in that field. Obviously a magazine wasn't a first choice - hell not even a choice at all but this would open many opportunities for you and Robin and you both just couldn't pass up on it.

"Ten to one she's wallowing."

"l'll get her, you get the coffee and meet me in the corner in 20." You said rushing towards the door.

"Wait, Wait, Wait." Nancy shouted as she reached below her desk and pulled out a black bag and stuffed it with samples scattered all over her space.

"Take some samples." She said as she handed them to you.

"Samples! Great idea." You smiled at her, rushing out of there.

"Oh boy. Drama, drama, drama." Nancy said to herself as she stood up, grabbed her purse and also made her way out of the office area.

You rushed down the stairs, grabbed a shirt off a clothing rack that Robin would definitely like and made your way out towards the apartment you shared with Robin.

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Arriving at his designated workplace. Of course this wasn't even a choice for him, if you asked the old Eddie where he'd see himself in a couple years he'd most likely reply with "Traveling the world with my band" or "Living out the rockstar dream". He'd never thought he'd be an advertising executive. It was either this in the big city of Indianapolis or a cashier at a local gas station back in Hawkins.

How could he turn down this job though? Steve, his best friend, who also happens to be one of his coworkers, talked to his dad, basically begging to let Eddie have a job given Steve's dad owns the business.

Luckily, although it took a lot of convincing, Steve's dad finally gave in and offered Eddie a job to work alongside Steve.

Eddie's grateful towards Steve for the opportunity, it helped him get enough cash to stop dealing, move out of his uncle's trailer, and move to Indianapolis to his own apartment.

Life was great for Eddie, he has a decent job, great friends, he even traded his rusty old van for a much better motorcycle. Everything was going well but yet he longed for something more.

"Hello Eddie." Chrissy, Eddie's coworker said as she walked past him parking his motorcycle not even sparing him a second glance

"Hey, hey, good morning, Cunningham" Eddie replied, now getting off his motorcycle and walking towards Chrissy. Who's now reading a magazine.

"What are you reading, girl? You catching up on your current events? ''Turn-On Tricks: How to Make Him Hot.'' You know, if you want to try those out sometime, we should get together." he said jokingly.

"Victoria and l have an appointment at Composure, the fastest growing magazine in the country, and seeing as how our clients run a lot of our campaigns in their nationally-syndicated little girlie magazine, it wouldn't hurt you to do a little reading."

As if on cue, "Hey Eddie" Victoria said as she walked out the building towards Chrissy and himself.

"Good morning, Victoria"

"You finally decided to show up today?" She asked.

"Yes I did."

"You ready?" Victoria asked Chrissy.

"Ready. Later Eddie." Chrissy said as both of Eddie's coworkers walked towards a taxi.

"Have a nice day, ladies." He said walking into the building.

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You knocked on your apartment door, since you knew Robin was home there was no need to search for your key.

"Hi!" Robin said, laughing nervously as she opened the door. You could tell Robin was holding back her tears. You knew her better than yourself and it hurt seeing her like this.

"Oh.." She said as she started sobbing the closer you walked in.

"Good morning, sunshine. Don't cry, go get dressed. Staff meeting, 15 minutes. Let's go" You said as you walked by her to open the living room curtains. As much as you wanted to comfort her you knew she would turn into a sobbing mess if you started asking questions. You only had 15 minutes and getting her ready for her job seemed better than for her to be heartbroken and jobless.

"l'm going back to bed. l have no reason to live." Robin said as she jumped on her bed pulling the covers up.

"Sun's out. Oh..." You said as you walked towards the table and grabbed the little black bag that Nancy handed you.

"Okay, just..." She stopped talking as she harshly blew on her nose with a handkerchief.

"Okay, now..." you said as you sat down on her bed and tossed her the shirt you grabbed on your way home.

"Cashmere?" She asked with a slight smile on her face. You knew she'd like it.

"Put it on. It'll make your eyes look fiercely blue." You smiled at her.

"Oh!" She said as she clutched the shirt tighter to her chest.

"Get up Robin. l'm not going to let you lose your job on top of everything else."

"Oh." she said as if she was on the verge of tears.

"Come here." you extended your arms to pull her in for a hug.

"Oh, Y/N." she got up and pulled you into a tight hug.

"Okay." you said.

"Okay." she replied.

"You only dated the girl for a week."

"It was the best week of my life." She said as she bursted into tears.

"Sweetheart." you squeezed her tighter.

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"Good morning, Ladies! What's up, Jonathan." Eddie greeted as he walked by his coworkers' offices, making his way towards his own office he shared with Steve.

"What's up, kitty cat?" Eddie said to Steve as he walked into their shared office, towards his side of the room.

"What's up, daddy? Big night?" Steve asked as he removed his headphones.

"Not bad." Eddie said as he placed down his helmet on the side of his desk.

"Orgy?" Steve asked.

"Where were you man?" Eddie snorted.

"Not at an orgy." Steve said as he walked to Eddie's desk.

"Did you hear?" Jonathan asked as he suddenly walked into the room.

"What, that my Knickerbockers are now in the championship series and Jonny 'the bone' here owes me 20 bucks?" Eddie said as he removed his leather jacket.

"Pay him." Steve said to Jonathan.

"Oh, man. Well, you were right. DeLauer Diamonds is looking for a new ad agency. Mr. Harrington wants to move on it aggressively." Jonathan said as he pulled out a 20 and gave it to Eddie.

"Yes! Oh, this is a good day. This is a good day! Guys, did you know that diamonds are about as common as taxis on Fifth avenue?" Eddie said as he pulled off his black Metallica shirt to put on a more work appropriate shirt. He felt eyes on him outside his office, probably his other female coworkers he always catches staring at him. It still surprises him that he somehow turned his title from "Freak" to "Ladies man."

"The value is entirely sentimental, maintained by a supply, demand and advertising." Eddie said as Jonathan showed him two shirts to choose from.

"Stripes." Eddie said, pointing to a striped shirt and catching it as Jonathan threw it at him.

"Now, DeLauer dominates the world diamond market. Meaning if l represent them, l basically represent the entire industry." Eddie said as he flicked a little ad of Mrs. DeLauer.

Steve and Jonathan then gave each other a look and muttered something only for them to hear.

"What?" Eddie asked.

"My dad gave it to the judys." Steve said.

"Chrissy and Victoria, they're already on it." Jonathan added.

"No way!" Eddie said disappointed.

"Yeah, well, you know, Mr. Harrington is kind of partial to hot leggy chicks, for some reason." Jonathan said as he looked towards Eddie who was now looking out the glass window at the three girls who were staring this whole time. They quickly looked away as Eddie gave them a glance.

"Yeah, we're the, you know, the sneakers and beer division. Precious gems aren't exactly our forte." Jonathan added.

Eddie, who was now fully clothed, pointed to the window as he made his way towards the door "Lips and Hips are over at a chick's magazine right now. I gotta get to Mr. Harrington before they sink-"

Jonathan got in the way of the door before Eddie could walk out "You can't. You can't. He's on a plane."

"Easy pal, my dads at a Chicago meeting." Steve said as he patted Eddie's shoulder and slightly pushed him back.

"And it's too late anyway 'cause Mr. Harrington's meeting them for drinks at Mullin's tonight to discuss their idea-"

"This isn't happening. You know why?" Eddie said, interrupting Jonathan.

"This was my tip. It's gonna be my pitch, my account, my campaign. This is my baby." Eddie said with determination.

"That's what I'm talking about." Said Steve.

"They will not ace me outta this." Eddie said as he fist pumped Steve and Jonathan.

"I heard that!" Jonathan added.

"Okay.. Mullins tonight." Eddie confirmed as he walked back towards his desk.

"I heard that!!" Steve mocked Jonathan.

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You walked out the taxi and walked towards the other side to Robin blowing her nose and Nancy running towards you both with coffees in her hand.

"Hi!" Nancy greeted Robin as she handed her a coffee.

"Hi. I don't really wanna talk about it okay?" Robin replied as she discarded the handkerchief in her purse and closed the taxi door.

"Okay." Nancy replied, handing you your coffee.

"Okay." Robin replied as you three walked towards the entrance of your work before stopping abruptly.

"Why does this always happen to me?" Robin said as she started tearing up again. "Things are going great for like a week and a half, and then all of a sudden it's over and I am mystified. Seriously, I am mystified because it always starts out so well." She rambled as she walked away from you both and towards the entrance.

"Poor baby." Nancy said as you both tried to catch up with Robin.

"Let's just roll with this" You said.

"Vickie and I had such a connection." Robin said as she stopped again in front of the entrance and turned to face you both.

"The first time that we had sex... it was so beautiful, I cried." She smiled and walked away into the building.

"You cried?" Nancy asked as you both tried to catch up with her again.

"Yeah."

"You mean like one glistening year on your cheek, right?" You asked now side by side with your best friend walking towards an elevator.

"No, I was really emotional. I even told her that I loved her." She said.

"After how many days?" You asked.

"Five.. Two. It was how I felt. I just wanted to express myself. You know how my brain and mouth work."

"Okay. Well, what did she say?" You asked.

"Oh, Vickie didn't have to say anything. I know that she felt the same. But then she started getting really busy and I didn't know where she was. I kept calling her, and calling her but she was never home."

"You kept calling her?" You asked looking into her eyes with a "Really robin?" look.

"I didn't leave a message. She didn't know it was me.. my numbers blocked."

The elevator dinged and you all walked toward the opening doors.

"Oh. I'm.. I'm sure she thought it was one of her friends." Nancy said as you all walked into the elevator.

"Anyway I know why she dumped me. I'm too fat."

"You're not fat!"

"You're not fat!" You and Nancy said in sync as the elevator doors closed.

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Arriving at your floor, the three of you walked into the doors and towards the staff meeting in your bosses office.

"Robin, if the most beautiful woman in the world acted the way you did, any normal partner would still go running in the other direction." You said.

"Oh, no. Nobody would go running from you, Y/N. You could barf all over them and they would say 'Do it again.'" Robin replied.

"That is both incredibly disgusting and categorically untrue. If I did the things you did, I'd get dumped too." You said as you three entered your bosses office and sat in the main area's couch, joining all your other coworkers.

"Okay, family, shoes off..." Your boss Linda entered the room and sat in a chair that faced everybody. Your coworkers, including yourself, proceeded to remove their shoes. "And breathe." She said as everybody inhaled.

"And out." Everybody exhaled.

"Okay Michelle let's start with you." Linda said.

"Well, the "Botox For Beginners" piece is done. Now, it's a little scary, but mostly upbeat. Now I'm on "What your Gyno Won't Tell You," which is also pretty scary but you know, upbeat. I finished my research on "deadly pedicures," about the woman who contracted that fungus from the unsterilized tools. It's a terrible story.. although surprisingly..." Michelle looked towards her boss and noticed her "terrible story" mistake.

"Upbeat." Nancy finished.

"Marvelous. What's next for "How-To with Y/N?" Linda asked. Now all eyes were on you.

"Well, I've been working on something that's kind of different." You said as your boss nodded confused.

"It's.. it's a political piece and it's-"

"No. Y/N. you work at Composure magazine. We are fashion, trends, diets, cosmetic surgeries, salacious gossip, that's Composure." Linda said.

"Okay, but-"

"Look, Y/N, okay. The column is new for you. When you turn it into a must read then you can write about whatever you want. Until then you can write about what I want. Understood?"

"Yeah." You said dissatisfied. You saw this coming. Your boss wouldn't let you write about what you wanted but hearing that once your column gets popular she'd let you write about whatever you wanted certainly catches your attention.

"Robin, what have you got?"

Nancy turned to Robin and gave her an encouraging nod. But there was an awkward silence waiting for Robin to answer.

"Um. I'm sorry, Linda. I wasn't feeling very well" Robin said as she looked at the ground not wanting to see the looks shared amongst others and the disappointed look on Linda's face.

"She got dumped." Nancy quickly added.

"Oh, no, Robin. What a hellish ordeal for you. But I gotta say, you are looking fabulous. Are we loving the way she looks?" Linda said, turning to the others trying to lift up the mood.

"We love the way she looks."

"Oh, you are so right."

"She looks great."

"She looks so great!"

Everyone said as they talked over one another.

"I haven't eaten since the split." Robin said.

"Good for you! Write about it."

You looked at your boss very judgmental. Obviously Robin feels uncomfortable throughout this entire conversation.

"I can't use my personal life for a story." Robin said as she lifted her head and was now looking at Linda.

"I understand completely... who will use Robin's personal life for a story?" Linda ignored Robin's protest and looked at the other workers.

"Oh I will." Michelle said proudly as she raised her hand.

"No, no, no! Linda, with all due respect, Michelle has no business mucking around in my personal life, and I can't... I can't let her. I'm-"

"I'll do it." You suddenly interrupted a rambling, distressed Robin. Of course you wouldn't actually put the heartbreak of your best friend's life in a magazine for the whole world to see but knowing Michelle and Linda, they obviously won't respect Robin's boundaries anytime soon.

Nancy and Robin both turned to you. "What?" Robin blurted out.

"I'll... I will sort of do it. It's- You will be my inspiration." You said looking at Robin.

"For?" Linda asked.

"Look at robin. She's a great girl, right?" You pointed towards Robin looking straight at your boss.

"Yes." Linda replied.

"An amazing woman." You said now looking at Robin. "But.. she has a problem hanging onto relationships and she doesn't really know what she's doing wrong, which is a lot like our readers."

"Uh-huh" Linda nodded for you to proceed.

"So, I was thinking that.. I could start dating a guy, and then drive him away, but only using the classic mistakes most women, like Robin.." You gave her a sincere look and turned back to your boss "make.. all the time. I'll keep a diary of it and.. it will be sort of a dating how-to in reverse." You said looking at Robin and Nancy who were now chuckling.

"What not to do." Your boss says smiling.

"Yeah." You smiled back.

"How to lose a guy in Ten Days." Linda said, looking at the wall, probably envisioning it in her head. "Yes. Go. Alice, what's new in the shoe?"

"Wait, wait, Linda. I'm sorry. Why ten days?" You asked.

"Five days is too short and we go to press at 11. Yes?" Linda turned her attention to Alice.

"Ten." You whispered to yourself. It's a lot longer than what you had hoped for given you only did this to save Robin from humiliation and to stop her from actually hiding under her covers for the rest of her life but then you remembered what Linda had said about you being able to write about whatever you wanted if your column made it big. Could this possibly be a ticket there?

You looked back at Robin and Nancy who nodded in approval and Robin mouthed the words "Thank you". You smiled at them with the big question flying around in your head. You were in for a long ride.

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"Maybe toss in something spiritual as well." Linda said to Nancy walking towards the lobby with you and Robin right behind them.

"Ah, here's my ten o' clock. Welcome." Linda said as you all followed her as she walked towards a blonde and a brunette who seemed to be waiting for her.

"Hi." The blonde said with a smile.

"Ladies, Chrissy Cunningham and Victoria Green from Warren Advertising. We're going to cook up some fabulous tie-ins for the fall." Linda said, turning to you, Nancy, and Robin.

"Nancy Wheeler, Fashion and Trends. Robin Buckley, Fitness and Health." She said as Robin loudly blew her nose.

"Excuse me. Hi." Robin interrupted.

"And Y/N L/N our resident How-To girl." Linda continued.

"Oh, I've seen your column, Y/N. What are you working on now?" Chrissy said as she pointed at you.

"Oh-" You began but you were quickly interrupted by Linda.

"How to Lose a Guy in Ten Days. She's actually going to start dating a guy and then drive him away in a week and a half." Linda said proudly as her, Chrissy, and Victoria started laughing.

"Sounds needlessly vicious." Victoria added.

"It's going to be fabulous. Now all she has to do is run along and find the lucky guy." She said turning to you. "Go, go, go." She pointed towards the exit and turned back to the two girls.

You, Nancy, and Robin both started walking towards the exit.

"Nice to meet you." You said to the two girls.

"Ladies come." Linda said as all three of their footsteps started to reside.

You grabbed Robin's shoulder from behind. "Find the guy. Find the guy." You said distressed.

"Okay." you whispered to yourself.

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"Oh you are never going to pull this off." Robin said as you, Nancy, and Robin walked across the street towards a bar, arms linked with Robin. Moonlight reflecting on your dresses and Robin’s suit.

You put on a cute grey dress with enough cleavage to be shown but to still keep the guys wondering what you looked like with your top off. Matched with high heels and a cute purse. Normally you wouldn't wear this out especially to a bar but tonight, you were on a man hunt.

"Watch me. Tonight I'll hook a guy. Tomorrow, pull the switch. Before the ten days are up, I'm gonna have this guy running for his life." You replied as all three of you laughed.

"You're not gonna burn his apartment down or bite him or anything, are you?" Nancy asked.

"No. I'm gonna limit myself to doing everything girls do wrong in relationships. Basically, everything we know guys hate. I'll be clingy, needy."

"Be touchy-feely." Nancy added.

"Yeah." You said walking towards the bar's entrance.

"Ooh. Call him in the middle of the night and tell him everything you had to eat that day." Nancy said as you both chuckled.

"What's wrong with that?" Robin asked, looking at you both. You both looked at her with concern.

"I'm.. kidding" She then said.

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A waitress escorted Chrissy, Victoria, and Mr. Harrington towards a table.

"There we are. He's waiting." The kind waitress pointed at Eddie waiting for them at a table.

"Hello, Eddie. What are you doing here" Mr. Harrington asked.

"Tom, I'm here for the meeting. Ladies." Eddie replied as stood up, shaking Tom's hand and nodded towards the girls.

"But you weren't invited." Victoria said.

"Yeah, but I should have been. I mean, It was my tip that DeLauer was shopping for a new firm." Eddie said as he passed by Chrissy standing in front of Tom.

"Yes, it was, but I have to think in terms of who's best suited within the company." Tom said, looking at both Chrissy and Victoria.

"Yes, sir, and that's me. I wanna handle this pitch." Eddie replied as Chrissy chuckled.

"Eddie, you sell Joe Blow better than anyone else in my shop, including Steve, but these girls sell luxury better than anyone else in the business." Tom said proudly as he gestured towards both the girls.

All four of them sat down as Tom proceeded.

"We have to put our best foot forward on this pitch. DeLauer would be our biggest account."

"Yes, sir, they would. Annual advertising billings of 50 to 60 million dollars. And I am the man that's gonna bring this home for you, Tom." Eddie said as he poured himself a glass of champagne.

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"Why this place?" Robin asked as you three entered the bar.

"Because it's perfect." You said grabbing onto Robin's shoulders and giving her a squeeze and walking further into the bar.

"Mullins is the apres-work watering hole for the upwardly mobile." Nancy added with her smart ass vocabulary.

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"Now, to date, the diamond industry has always targeted men..." Eddie said as he poured champagne for Chrissy, Victoria, and Tom as he continued. "Sending the message that the woman needs the man to buy her the rock. All right, they say 'A diamond is forever.' We say, 'A diamond is for everyone.'"

"I like that." Tom said grinning towards Eddie.

"Yes." Eddie says confidently.

"Uh. We don't." Chrissy said laughingly. "'A diamond is for everyone?' It sends the message that diamonds are everywhere. Which means that they're not rare, and if they're not rare, they lose their status." Chrissy said while looking directly at Eddie.

Eddie rolled his eyes as Chrissy continued. "Status is the reason to buy them in the first place, which Edward would know if he understood women, which you don't." Chrissy finished as they all laughed at Eddie, including himself. Not because of what she said, but the fact that she's so confident with her words.

"You can't feel bad about that, Eddie. No man does." Tom said grinning.

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"Here. Here." Robin said as she handed both you and Nancy a Martini.

"Dum, dum, dum, dum." Nancy mimicked a clock ticking while looking around the bar. You honestly forgot the real reason you were here for a second.

"Don't pressure her. She's perusing." Robin said, looking directly at Nancy.

"Yes, exactly." You said as all three of you scanned the room.

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"Selling a diamond to a woman is like making her fall in love." Victoria said to Tom while dragging her fingers along her long diamond necklace starting from her neck to her cleavage.

Eddie scoffed but smiled at this knowing exactly what game Victoria was trying to play at.

"She has to feel giddy, desirous, adventurous and desperate." Victoria continued.

"Take a look around this room Tom. Most women in this bar are looking for just that." Chrissy added.

"Exactly. The skills required to market diamonds are the same as those needed to make a woman fall in love, yes." Eddie said, interrupting Chrissy.

"I'm not talking about lust Eddie. A woman in lust just wants chocolate. A woman in love wants diamonds."

"Yeah, I'm not talking about lust either, ladies. I'm talking about deep.. meaningful, head-over-heels, his-and-her towels, let's grow old together L-O-V-E. Look, I love women. I do. Whether they're four or 40."

Chrissy sighed at his little speech. Looking around the room she spots you.

"I respect women. All right. And I also listen to women." Eddie continued.

Chrissy's still staring at you. You're laughing at something your short hair friend said and she slowly gets an idea.

"And that's why I can sell myself to any woman.. anywhere, anytime." Eddie finished.

"Make a woman fall in love with diamonds, Edward.. or with you?" Chrissy asked, moving her attention from you to Eddie.

"Uh. Either one." Eddie replied slightly hesitating looking at Tom.

"That's cocky, Eddie." Tom said while drinking his champagne.

"No, not cocky. Confident."

Chrissy laughs at this. "I'd like to see you prove that." Chrissy said, raising her eyebrows at him.

"You would?" Eddie questioned looking at Chrissy then at Tom.

"The agency's co hosting a party for the DeLauers at the Astro museum. The party's a week from Sunday. Do you think you can make a woman fall in love with you by then?" Chrissy challenged Eddie.

"Ten days?" Eddie asked.

"Any woman, anywhere, anytime?" Victoria added mocking him from before.

"Any single, available, straight woman, yes." Eddie said.

"Yes. I'm not trying to trick you, Eddie. In fact, we'll choose a woman right here, right now in this bar. And then you'll decide." Chrissy said as Her, Victoria, and Tom laughed.

"So who's the lucky girl?" Eddie said as he adjusted himself in his seat to face the rest of the bar.

"Okay. Let's see here." Victoria began. "Ooh there's that blonde babe in the leopard print." Victoria said as she laughed and pointed to a woman with a messy pointy tail in a leopard dress that was worn out and way too tight on her.

Tom and Chrissy joined in on her laughter. "She looks like fun." Victoria added.

"Be nice, ladies." Eddie said as a little chuckle escaped his lips.

"Or, well, Miss Babylon 5. Now she's on the prowl." Victoria said talking about a curl headed curl with colored hair and mean stare.

"No. Her." Chrissy said.

"Her who?" Eddie asked as he turned to look at Chrissy.

"Her in the grey dress, cute hair, pretty smile." Chrissy added.

Eddie turned away from her looking around the bar for Chrissy's description, then he saw you. Laughing at something a curly headed girl next to you said. Eddie smiled as he saw you laughing.

"Her?" Victoria asked as she removed her gaze from you to Chrissy. Chrissy only held a finger to her mouth not sparing her a word.

Eddie was still staring at you, you're now laughing at something else another short haired girl says.

"Done." Eddie says not removing his gaze from you.

"What?" Chrissy asked.

"Done." He confirmed again, finally looking away from you and now looking at Tom.

"Done." Tom said as he nodded.

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"See the guy next to the horrible guy in the green shirt that I would never even consider?" You said pointing at a guy with short curly hair, wearing a blue button up shirt with a black blazer over it.

"Very cute." Nancy said.

"Right? Good." You chuckled and squealed, making you way over to the cute stranger leaving Robin and Nancy together.

"Oh." Robin said as her and Nancy chuckled at your cute excitement.

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"Okay, you're on. But here are the stakes. After I win this bet, this pitch is mine." Eddie said, looking at all three of them.

"Agreed." Chrissy added.

"Tom?" Questioned Eddie.

"Agreed." Tom said as he nodded. "You come to that party with a girl that's really in love with you, Eddie, you can make the pitch to the DeLauers."

"But, Tom, you can't-" Victoria was cut off by Tom.

"Nope. I've made up my mind." Tom said, raising his glass. "To the DeLauers."

"To the DeLauers." Eddie said, clinking his beer bottle to Tom's glass.

"Cheers" Chrissy and Victoria said, raising their own glasses towards Eddie's bottle and Tom's glass.

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Nancy and Robin are laughing at how adorable you look laughing at whatever bad joke the guy next to you said.

"I was just wondering if you found..." You said talking to the cute stranger next to you making eye contact with your friends.

"She doesn't seem that interested." Robin said to Nancy who only hummed in reply.

"Exciting." You said looking at the guy in front of you.

"Yes. My wife and I love Indianapolis, especially this time of year." Oh shit, he has a wife. How did you not notice the ring on his finger? What do you do? What do you do?

"She'd been here before and I-" He'd been cut-off by a brunette wearing a pink and white dress grabbing onto his shoulder giving you the smile.

"Hi. Hi." She said, now showing her pearly whites.

You felt so awkward and wanted to leave.

"This is Y/N" The guy introduced you to his wife.

"Hi. Um." You said standing up while grabbing your martini. While his wife took the spot you were just leaning on. "You guys enjoy Indianapolis." You said slowly backing away.

"Okay." The guy said chuckling

"Thanks" The wife said straightforwardly.

"Nice meeting you." The guy said as you walked away, not even passing them a second glance.

Walking away, you glanced at your friends who were already staring at you, presumably the entire time, you mouthed "he's married" holding up your hand.

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"Good luck." Tom said, patting Eddie's shoulder as he walked by him.

"Thank you, Tom." Eddie said as he left, leaving him with Chrissy and Victoria. Eddie took out a 50 and put it on the table paying for their drinks. "Now if you'll excuse me, ladies.. I have a bet to win." Eddie said, turning around and immediately looking for you.

"Ta-ta" Chrissy said as Eddie walked away.

"Now do you wanna tell me what's going on?" Victoria asked Chrissy.

"You don't recognize her?" Chrissy asked as they both stared at you.

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Eddie pushed himself through the sea filled with people and began walking towards you. He smiled when he could finally reach you.

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"Hi!" A man with long black curly hair walked up to you, stopping you in your tracks. He had bangs that framed his face perfectly and was wearing black jeans with a black blazer to pair it.

"Hi." You replied back with a slight smile.

"Hi." He said looking at the top of your head to your eyes. He had the biggest pair of brown eyes you'd ever seen.

You chuckled and waited for him to say something but he only chuckled back. He was obviously nervous so you tried to make it less awkward. You extended your hand with the little space that was between you both.

"Y/N L/N"

"Eddie Munson" He said as he gently took his hand in yours and shook it.

"Cute."

"Thank you." Eddie replied.

"Mm I meant your name." You said, offering him a closed smile. He looked away and smiled when he looked at you again.

"Thank you two times."

"Unattached?" You asked.

"Currently." He answered.

"Likewise."

"Surprising."

"Psycho?" You questioned.

"Rarely."

"Hmm."

"Interested?" Eddie asked.

"Perhaps." You looked away but then looked back at him.

"Hungry?"

"Starving." You said looking deep in his chocolate eyes.

"Leaving?"

"Now?" You asked.

"Mm-hmm."

"Okay."

"Okay." He replied.

"One second." You said pointing a finger and walked past him.

"I'll meet you at the door." He said loudly.

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"Hey, guys." You said now standing in front of Nancy and Robin

"I think I got one."

"He was married!" Robin said.

"No, not him. It's the guy by the door. But don't look!" It was already too late, their eyes were scanning the door. "No, guys!"

Eddie smiled at your friends who were both staring right at him.

"He is really cute." Nancy said as they both looked at you again.

"I'm gonna check this one out and see if he's the keeper." You said as you handed Nancy your martini.

"Okay." Nancy replied.

"And if he is?" Robin questioned.

"Tomorrow night I'll.."

"Flip the switch" Nancy finished your sentence as she took a sip of your martini.

"I'm doing this for you." You said directly to Robin handing her your apartment keys

"Well, good luck. Be safe. Call me!" Robin said as you walked towards Eddie.

"Mm. Drama, drama, drama." Nancy said as her and Robin watched Eddie gently hold you by the waist and open the door for you.

Chrissy and Victoria, on the other side of the bar, were also watching the entire interaction and smirking at one another, clinking their glasses together knowing that you and Eddie were both secretly playing each other and how badly this was bound to end.

Authors note; If you enjoyed this please leave some feedback and consider reblogging! It would meant a lot. Thank you so much for reading! <3

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Scarian snippet - Pizza AU

I wasn't expecting to get that much attention on the scarian bit I wrote earlier, so I've decided to post some more writing! This one is for an au I've been working on recently that I have dubbed the pizza AU. That'll make sense in a moment.

It's a college/university AU, though that doesn't come into play all that much until later. It's also an AU in which Grian works at a pizza place and Scar comes in every week with the most ridiculous and outlandish orders. Hence the AU name.

I've no clue when it'll be finished as I can be a slow writer at the best of times (and seeing as I did recently get a job - at a pizza place! - this is not the best of times as it's taking up a lot of my free time) and since this will also be a one-shot (I rarely trust myself with multichap fics), it might be a while. I'll try to keep y'all updated though. So, y'know, if you're interested...maybe drop a follow? Thanks <3

Anyway, without further ado...the snippet. That is almost 1k words. Oops?

Grian sighed when the phone rang. He knew, without looking, that it was 1AM. 

It only rang for a moment before Grian picked it up, just to get this over with. “Hello, this is Pizza Paraslice, what can I get for you?”

“Hi! Okay, can I get a large with parmesan garlic sauce, mozzarella and asiago cheese, jalapenos and diced boneless chicken, with a ranch drizzle? Thanks!”

Grian’s eyes closed as he let out a sigh as he took in the order. “Mmhm. Name for your order?”

“Scar!”

“And would you like pickup or delivery?

“Pickup, please!”

Grian didn’t know why he had to bother with asking Scar all that, since It was the same every time. Only the order was different. His boss had insisted though, so.

“Alright, that’ll be $21.59. How would you -”

“I’ll pay with cash there.”

“Okay, it’ll be ready in about 15 minutes.”

“See you then!”

The line clicked and Grian allowed himself to take a deep breath before looking down at the order he had entered into the POS system. Great. Another weird order from Scar.

He glanced at the one other person working at this time, rolling his eyes as they continued to stare at their phone even as the order counter dinged by the makeline, telling them they had an order. He dragged himself over to it and set about making the order.

Honestly, it wasn’t as weird as some of his other orders. The sauce was a little odd, sure, as was the ranch drizzle at the end, but he’d seen far weirder combinations, all courtesy of Scar. 

He let out a breath of relief once the pizza was in the oven and he could wash the jalapenos juices from his hands. He relaxed for a second, eyeing the board to make sure no more orders had come in. Honestly, Grian had no idea why Scar bothered calling every time. Most orders they got came in online, or a few people would even order there. But Scar always called for whatever reason. Grian never asked.

The door opened right as Grian got the pizza out of the oven to cut it. He didn’t have to look to know it was Scar. They didn’t have any other orders available for pickup, and very few people came in to order at this time of night. Plus, the sound of his cane against the tiled floors was sign enough that it was him.

Still, he peeked around the cutting table to see Scar looking around before smiling at him. “There’s my favorite person!”

Grian rolled his eyes with a huff. He always said that every time he came in. “I’m almost done with your pizza, give me a sec.”

“No worries, take your time. It’ll be amayzin anyway.”

Grian snorted. He wasn’t so sure about that, but he didn’t say anything, just dutifully cut the pizza and added the ranch drizzle. He closed the pizza box and walked around the cut table to where Scar stood behind the counter, cash in hand and wide grin directed his way.

Grian did his best to ignore him as he rang Scar up, taking the cash - in perfect amount, so he didn’t even need to get any change. With that done, he handed the pizza to Scar. “Anything else I can get you?”

“Your number?” Scar asked, hopeful.

Grian rolled his eyes again, though he couldn’t stop the slight flush from creeping up his cheeks and the barest hint of a smile that tugged at his lips.

“Maybe next time,” he said, just as he did every time.

Scar clicked his tongue. “I thought for sure this would be the week. Oh well. See you next week!”

He turned around and left, holding the pizza with one hand and his cane in the other as he backed out of the door, waving the end of his cane at Grian briefly before he disappeared out of sight.

“Please just ask him out already. Or give him your number, at least.”

Grian jumped as his co-worker appeared behind him. He pressed his hand to his chest and let out a breath. “God, don’t scare me like that!”

“Ask the poor guy out then!”

“And why would I do that?” Grian asked, raising his eyebrow.

His co-worker groaned. “Dude, anyone can tell you’ve got a crush on him. And he has one on you! Every week he orders a pizza and then asks for your number. Are you ever actually going to give him it?”

“I definitely do not have a crush on him. He makes my Wednesdays miserable. You think I like making his stupid pizzas? And of course, you never help.”

“Eh, you got it. You do just fine with making pizzas for your not-crush.”

Grian groaned, thankful when they got some orders and he could go and make them instead of continuing this conversation he wanted nothing to do with.

He absolutely did not have a crush on Scar. In fact, he could barely stand the guy. He ordered the weirdest pizzas, and some of them were incredibly complicated. He made Grian dread the Wednesday shifts and had tried multiple times to get out of them, but they didn't have enough people that could work at that time so he was stuck with the shift.

And, sure, his face always heated up when Scar smiled at him and flirted with him, and he often couldn't prevent a small smile at it, but that didn't mean anything. Each time, he told himself it would finally be the time he told Scar to stop. 

He still hadn't, but it still didn't mean anything! He just…liked the attention, that's all. And sure, he flirted back a bit, but it was basically routine by this point.

He did not have a crush on Scar.

He didn't.

[morsmortish]

HI. do u have any rosekiller fics you’d recommend ?? for research<3 (research being giggling manically at two gay psychos in love)

hmmmmm

i would say that possibly my fav rosekiller dynamics are in the one shots by roadsidehorror on ao3, they're so chaotic and yet also so endearing there, without losing too much of the 'psycho' that i sometimes find lacking in fics.

for longer fics, i highly recommend "i would say i love you (but it's so hard, i won't say it at all)" by graveryavery, which is a lovely little friends-to-lovers roadtrip au that i ADORE, or "starvin' darlin'" by showinalittlelife, where barty is a cannibal and evan is terminally ill, or "show me those pretty white jaws" by 214liacsky, which i found on here when i was exploring the idea of catholic guilt and bcj, and it captures it perfectly!

i think i've only ever read one fic where evan is characterised in the way i see him, as that off-putting, weird little freak that stands in the corner of the room and stares unblinkingly at you, whilst barty is some sort of racoon-hyena hybrid that bounces off the walls and makes it his life's mission to win over evan, and that's "pickup or delivery" by lifeisabitch, and i LOVE it for those reasons and more.

(special shoutout to messermoon's protrayal of rosekiller, esp in of his bones, which is my all time favourite fanfiction ever)

[starlostjimin]

Title: special delivery Fandom: Stray Kids Pairing: Han Jisung/f!reader Rating: PG WC: 583 Warnings: minor language, CRACK, fluff, lame pickup lines, extreme cheesiness ensues A/n: So @matchy6812 sent this prompts list and said she'd REALLY LIKE a skz fic for one of them because I make my hyperfixations everyone's problem. This is 99% crack so uh...have fun!

*****

“Hey, I’m putting in the pizza order,” y/n called over to Felix just as he started screaming at whatever computer game he happened to be losing at on the other side of the room. “Do you want anything specific?” 

“Yeah, put something stupid in the delivery instructions. I could use a laugh,” he said as he slammed his laptop shut. “This stupid Overwatch update is ridiculous,” he grumbled, going off on a mumbling rant y/n didn’t understand. 

Something stupid….y/n thought. Remembering a post she’d seen floating around the internet somewhere, she grinned and began typing in the special instructions box. 

Send your cutest delivery boy :) 

She added the last few items to the order and put in her payment information, then clicked the big, beautiful “place order” button that would bring pizza and cheesy bread into her currently sad, pizza-less world. “Thirty minutes, Felix,” she called out. “Wanna play Mariokart while we wait?” 

Her best friend’s face brightened at the suggestion. “Finally, a game I can win. Against you, at least,” he said with a wink. 

“Dream on, Lixie,” y/n said, turning on the Nintendo Switch and dropping onto the couch beside him. 

*****

Thirty minutes later on the dot, there was a loud rap at the apartment door. Y/n dropped her controller and jumped to her feet. “Thank every god ever,” she said happily. Heading for the door, she swung it open –

To find the cutest delivery boy she’d ever seen. 

Fuck. 

“Hi,” he said. “I’ve got your pizza here. Uh, we saw your delivery instructions, but I’m the only one working tonight. Sorry about that.” He chuckled and tried to balance the delivery bag on one arm as he scratched at the back of his head. 

Y/n lunged forward to grab the wobbling bag. “Oh no, uh, mission a-accomplished, I mean, uh, thanks for the pizza?” Heat rose in her cheeks as she repeatedly cursed herself while the delivery boy - whose name she hadn’t bothered to get - regained control of the delivery bag and started pulling out the steaming boxes. 

Luckily - good or bad, y/n didn’t know - Felix arrived at that precise moment. 

“Are you guys alright over here?” his voice was less worried and more amused, as he took in the guy standing in front of both of them. 

“Can you - grab - the stuff -” y/n said, her voice staccato as she attempted to regain some semblance of dignity. Felix obliged quickly, reaching around her to take the boxes of pizza and bread from the man standing in the doorway. 

“I’m gonna go put this on the table. Take your time,” Felix said in a singsong voice. 

“I’m gonna kill him,” y/n muttered under her breath. 

“I’m Jisung,” the delivery driver suddenly said. 

Y/n’s gaze snapped up suddenly. “Y/n,” she said. “Thanks for the pizza. And uh, for filling my request. Very well.” 

Jisung grinned. “My pleasure,” he said. “Though not as much as texting you later would be.” 

“That was horrible,” y/n groaned, though a grin spread across her face. “You’ll have to make it up to me later. I think you’ve already got my number.” 

“I’m not really supposed to use it that way, but what the boss doesn’t know won’t hurt him,” Jisung said with a wink. “I’ve gotta get back but uh…yeah. Later. I promise.” 

10:00 pm.

Unknown Contact: I don’t normally deliver to the same person twice, but a promise is a promise ;) 

[a-gaime]

Written in the stars

Flynn and Veli are two pilots making delivery trips for The Loop space station, in one trip they meet a bump in the road that ends up having far bigger consequences than they expected

Chapter one (probably incomplete and will stay that way)

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Their hands lightly brushed the surface of the control panel, gently going over the buttons. Flynn loved this ship and all the memories it held.

"hey you almost done in there?" a voice called from outside the Kridona, knocking Flynn out of their daze. "Yeah coming" he replied, quickly gathering their bags. "Hurry up then we need to go." walking out of the ship 'their ship, the ship that they share and is a reminder of all their best memories' he sees the owner of the voice; Veli, his partner and the only person they could ever imagine flying with.

"you ready to go? We have a lot of pickups to do" Veli spoke looking down at Flynn, white pupils wide in their purple eyes with love. "Of course, where first?" They replied

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"wow this place is busy." Veli whispered, leaning down slightly so Flynn could hear them better. Flynn sighed trying to squeeze his way through the crowd "the market is popular on this day, that must be why no-one else was thrilled with the thought of this mission." they explained clearly exasperated with the sea of people making it harder to find the stall they were looking for. Veli stood back up to their full endirian height, towering over most of the crowd. "Oh! I think that's it" they chirped, ears perking up. Veli took Flynn by the hand and guided them through the crowd, weaving in and out of rows of people

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"Sorry guys I can't supply you right now," the ghast running the stall explained "my shipment of netherite hasn't arrived yet". Veli and Flynn stared at the ghast, they were tall with four of their nine tentacles resting on the table in front of them so they could tell what was on it; their arms were resting crossed on said table to keep them balanced as they leaned forward. "I can however supply you with some mushrooms, glow stone and even some-" Veli cut them off quickly shaking their head "no we don't any of that we just want the netherite."

The ghast rolled their eyes behind their sunglasses "if you're that desperate to get it I can give you the drop off point and you can get some from there," they sighed "I'd need you to bring back the netherite of course but if you can do that trip for me I'll give you the supplies you need without charging."

Veli and Flynn looked at each other in agreement, though they weren't particularly enthusiastic about the thought of going somewhere that was clearly a chore to get through they needed the netherite and the sooner they could get it over with and get out of the cramped streets the better.

"Alright," Flynn asked "where do we find it?". The ghast smiled and using a pen and small note pad they tore a page out of, they wrote down the coordinates and a simple set of instructions on how to handle obtaining it as well as signing the note so whoever their supplier was would know what was going on.

"Have fun." They said, handing Flynn the note. Flynn looked down at the note and then checked their current position, the trip seemed like it would take an hour at least and would probably set them back. That wasn't even including the fact they and Veli would have to drop back by the stall and hand off the rest of the netherite.

This was going to be a long trip.

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Yeah this is a super old fic that I added a little more to now but I can't see myself finishing it because of lsmp lore but eh it's late rn for me and I found this in my drafts and wanted to do some writing

[lifeisabitch-butimcute]

Pickup or Delivery: Chapter 13

They're back! They have a group chat! It's seasonal! I'm not gonna pretend this chapter has a plot i'm just having fun with them at this point. come have fun with me :)

[a-chip-in-inosukes-nichirin]

Pizza and Coffee

Fandom: Voltron Legendary Defender

Rating: Teen

Genre: Fluff

Pairing: Pidge/Lance

Tags: Fluff, Pizza Delivery AU, Coffee Shop AU, short fic, Lance is smitten, Bisexual Lance, don't judge me for the crap quality- I wrote this like 4 years ago

Wordcount: 1.1k

"Send your cutest delivery driver."

And it wasn't even Lance that asked.

Hunk did it for him.

Cross-posted from my Ao3 account.

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On a busy street in Chicago, Lance entered the second most popular Starbucks in the city. Throwing his apron on and washing his hands, he spotted his coworker Hunk.

“Morning,” Lance smiled.

“Morning, Lance,” Hunk replied, “Ready for work?”

“Always,” Lance laughed and dried his hands. “Just let me punch in.”

“You mean you don’t want to work for free?” Hunk joked.

“Nope.”

Lance punched in his code and set to work. He spun around and grabbed the cup, glancing down at the name.

“Flat white for Jared,” he called and put the cup on the pickup counter.

A guy snagged it within seconds and was out the door. It was a busy Monday Lance spun back and forth, grabbing drinks and ringing people up. He enjoyed his job here at Starbucks.

“Vanilla bean Crème with strawberry puree for… Pidge?” he called, pausing to be sure he got the name right.

It seemed to be right, because a honey-haired boy approached the counter and gingerly picked it up.

“Thanks,” he said and offered a small smile.

How cute, Lance thought.

“Enjoy!” Lance called. That drink looks good. I’ll have to get it sometime.

“Thanks,” he waved on his way out.

Hunk gave him a pointed look.

“What?”

“He was cute,” he poked Lance.

“Yeah, I know,” Lance waved him away and grabbed an empty cup to start on its order.

“And?”

“And he probably won’t be back. You can’t just try to hook me up with every cute customer that comes in.”

“I can try,” Hunk shrugged, “You’re due for a boyfriend at some point. Or girlfriend.”

“After my last girlfriend, I think I’ll pass,” Lance shrugged.

“Yeah, Nyma was pretty rough,” Hunk nodded. “That’s what you get when you date a model though.”

Lance thought back to his last relationship. Nyma had been controlling and harsh. He would have left her except that he thought she actually cared about him. Now he saw that she was just using him for cash. He’d been a very giving boyfriend; always buying her whatever she wanted.

“Ooh, hey Lance!” Hunk elbowed his friend. “Check out that guy!”

Lance glanced up to see a tall, thick-haired man. He ordered a black coffee.

“Ew, no,” Lance whispered, “He drinks his coffee black.”

“You can’t judge people based on their drinks,” Hunk said, exasperated.

“I can and I will,” Lance said filling the cup with plain coffee.

“Your loss,” Hunk shrugged.

Lance’s eight-hour shift came to an end at four.

“You still planning on coming over tonight?” Lance asked Hunk.

“Yeah, Shiro and the others are coming still, right?”

“Yep,” Lance confirmed, “The gang will be there. We’re ordering pizza.”

“I can bring soda if you want,” Hunk offered.

“That would be great,” Lance said. “I’ll see you at six then.”

“See you then!”

Two hours later Lance was welcoming his friend into his apartment.

“The others just got here, so we can order the pizza now,” he said.

“Great. I vote pineapple,” Hunk said.

“That’s my man!” Lance slapped his back and grinned. “What do you guys want?”

Allura, Shiro, and Keith sat in the living room.

“I want pepperoni," Keith said.

“Any other preferences?” Lance asked.

“I’m good with pepperoni,” Shiro nodded.

“If you don’t mind I’d like sausage,” Allura piped up.

“So a large half sausage, half pineapple and ham, and a large pepperoni. Gotcha,” Lance whipped out his phone, “Be quiet while I order.”

“Really?” Keith frowned, “You’re the loud one.”

“Listen here mullet,” Lance pulled the phone away from his ear, “The only reason you’re here is because of Shiro.”

“Hey guys, c’mon, don’t fight,” Shiro held his hands up, “This is supposed to be a fun game night.”

“It would be fun if it wasn’t for Lance being so annoying,” Keith muttered.

Lance stuck his tongue out, and brushed it off.

Everyone was quiet while he ordered the food.

“Is that all for tonight?” the voice asked.

Hunk grabbed the phone out of Lance’s hands.

“And send your cutest delivery driver,” he instructed.

Lance reached out to snatch the phone back, but Hunk finished the call.

“Really Hunk?” Lance crossed his arms and sighed.

“I think its funny,” Keith shrugged, a smile tugging at his lips.

Lance huffed as everyone began to talk. Shiro and Allura discussed business (they ran a company which produced whole foods), and Hunk and Lance swapped work stories and Keith commentated. A little over an hour later the doorbell rang.

“I’ll get it,” Lance stood and reached in his pocket for the wad of cash he had.

Keith and Hunk snickered as Lance opened the front door.

Standing out front, a whole head shorter than Lance, was the boy from earlier. He just stood and stared as the boy pulled pizzas out of the warming bag. He was clothed in a baggy sweatshirt, but Lance could tell he was slender. His skin was several shades lighter than Lance’s, and his eyes were a caramel to match his hair. Lance wanted to touch it and see how soft it was.

“I’ve got a half sausage, half ham and pineapple, and a pepperoni for a Lance?”

He looked up, balancing both pizzas on one arm and held them out. Lance snapped out of his daze.

“Y-yeah,” he fumbled with the cash.

Hunk came up behind him and peered over his shoulder.

“Wait, isn’t that the guy from earlier?” he said loud enough for the boy to hear.

Lance shoved his elbow into Hunk’s ribcage as he took the pizzas and handed them back.

“Were you at Starbucks earlier today?” Hunk continued, not letting up.

“Um… yeah.”

“Grande vanilla bean crème with strawberry puree,” Lance said without thinking, and then flushed. “Sorry, it’s a habit.”

“That… that’s okay,” he replied. “Um, your total is twenty-eight fifty-seven.”

Lance handed the whole wad of cash to the boy. He glanced at it a moment.

“Do you need change?”

“N-no, you can have it all as a tip,” Lance stammered.

“After all, they did send their cutest delivery boy,” Hunk laughed and nudged Lance.

Lance flushed. The boy looked confused.

“Wait,” he looked down at the receipt. “Those assholes… that’s why they wanted me to take this one.”

“You mean you didn’t know?” Hunk asked, surprised.

“No,” he shifted uncomfortably.

“Well, you’re definitely cute, isn’t he, Lance?” Hunk looked pointedly at his friend.

“Y-yeah, definitely super h-I mean cute,” Lance rubbed the back of his neck.

“Th-thanks,” he shoved the cash into his pocket and held the delivery bag in front of him.

“Pidge, right?” Lance asked, hoping to continue the conversation.

“Yeah…”

“Um… can I…” Lance fiddled with the receipt he’d been given. He grabbed a pen from the table next to the door and scribbled something on it. “I hope you don’t mind…”

The boy took the piece of paper and looked at it.

“Uh, I’m flattered, but~”

Lance deflated.

“I’m a girl.”

[cjwolfwrites]

Made for eachother

Juice Ortiz X Damien “wolf/Lobo” Martinez  (oc ) ft. Father figure Chibs

Premise -  A day in the life of Damien “Lobo” Martinez

Just a fluffy self-indulgent mlm fanfic setting up some backstory and character relationships   

This is probably going to turn into a  multific and its my first tumblr fic so please be gentle 

Damien rolls himself out from underneath a worn down raggedy old pickup truck with a sigh before pulling a bandanna from his back pocket and wiping the sweat from his forehead. It’s a quiet day at Teller Morrow as Damien finishes his workload for today he tells the club prospect to take the truck he finished and put it outside for pickup. When he is done with everything he puts his tools in their right places and heads to his boyfriend's workspace. “Hey, J whatcha working on?” Damien asks with a smile. Juice jumps at the other man’s sudden appearance. “Jesus Damien you scared the shit out of me love”. Damien laughs at the other man’s reaction “I’m sorry honey I don’t mean to sneak up on you it just kinda happens”. Juice laughs as he says “man I really need to put one of those cat collars with a bell on it on you so I hear you walking” Damien laughs as Clay walks into the shop to gather the guys “Juice,Lobo grab your cuts and meet us in the church now” clay barks at the two men “ you heard the boss man we need to go get changed let’s go hun” Damien smiles holding the other man’s hand as they walk towards the clubhouse dorms. Damien goes into his and juices shared room and quickly changes into a plain white sleeveless shirt and black denim jeans before slipping into his nice leather boots and cut before discarding all his work clothes in the duffle at the foot of their shared bed and tucking his work boots in their place beside the desk. Damien walks over to juice who is waiting for him at the door “let’s go get this meeting over with “ Damien sighs wanting. Nothing more than to take a nap and go home both men enter the church quickly and quietly sit in their respective seats as they are waiting for the rest of the guys to show up Damien quietly pulls a field sketchbook out of his pocket and starts mindlessly doodling to pass the time Jax is the last one to enter the meeting room. Before the meeting starts Chibs looks over at Damien and asks. “Aye lad your always drawing in that book during meetings what are you drawing in their kid ”. He smiles as Damien is seemingly snapped from a daze “oh I just draw stuff from around the room usually. It helps me with my focus you can look through it if you want Chibs “ Damien smiles handing off the sketchbook to his sponsor and the closest person he’s ever had to a father figure. As Chibs flips through the book he sees various drawings of the club's logo, the table, different pieces of decor and memorabilia that lined the walls, and even detailed drawings of different club members. Chibs stops on the page Damien was working on 5 minutes prior it was a rough sketch of Damien and Juice from when they both got patched in with a list of materials needed To make an oil painting for the other man and with a smile he says  “damn lad you are a talented bugger aren’t you”. Damien smiles looking at the page Chibs had in between his thumb and forefinger “heh yeah I guess”. Clay suddenly clears his throat and everyone’s attention snaps to him “ today is the day we’re going to go on our monthly gun run and delivery. I want Jax, Chibs,Lobo, juice, Tig, and the prospect to come with me for this. it should be a quick in and out but in case things go south i’d like to have some extra manpower. If no one has any concerns then this meeting is adjourned and if I mentioned your names go grab your things and meet me in the parking lot in ten and oh one last thing Tig, Juice, and half sac you’re in the van and lobo you are escorting with Chibs. Jax and I will lead ” clay bangs the gavel against the table adjourning the meeting.  Damien grabs Juice's hand as they walk back to their room to grab their guns. Damien slips his shoulder holster around him before speaking. “It sucks we couldn’t escort together love” “yeah but at least we’re both going this time and I'm not stuck here”. Juice sighs. They walk to the parking lot join the others as clay says one last thing before they are dismissed to go to their respective  vehicles. Before Damien walks away he gives juice a passionate kiss. “To remember me by pretty boy”. He  grins like an idiot walking away and mounting his bike  Juice stands there while he   blushes like a mad man before snapping out of it and hopping in the back of the van. Jax and clay hop on their bikes and signal for everyone to go. When he got on the open road his mind started to drift back to when him and juice first met.

*flashback*

It was a cold night in queens New York and they were both 17. Damien had just gotten kicked out of his house for being gay. With nowhere to go he hopped into his old beat up 1969 mustang mache one fastback. That  he had bought off an elderly man for dirt cheap after scraping together all of his savings driving to nowhere in particular  when he saw  a boy his age running down the street with  several bags hung off his person. Against his better judgement Damien stopped his car and leaned over the other side to rolling down the window .”hey are you okay dude it’s not safe to be walking to alone around here at night. Do you want a ride? ” Damien smiles lopsidedly wincing in pain from the bruise blossoming across the right side of his face. Juice looks back the man taking in his battered features .The man sitting in the car in front of him looked vaguely familiar and he was trying to figure out why  briefly before deciding  to say fuck it and except the man’s help. Damien gets out with a limp  to help Juice put his bags in the car juice stands there shocked that there was already duffle bags in the car. Juice laughs dryly “heh i guess we both had the same idea “ “you get kicked out of your home too”. Damien smiles solemnly “yeah more or less” Juice says with a sad smile the other man speaks up “The name is Damien by the way “…. He pauses for a minute before continuing “Your Juan Carlos right…we had science and trig together” . “Yeah Damien I remember you “ juice smiles and  Damien takes in the other mans features as he moves back to the drivers seat and motions juice inside. “So Juan Carlos where to” “I don’t care as long as its somewhere far away from New York”

*flashback ends*

Chibs motions up ahead and breaks Damien out of his  thoughts “Aye Lobo we’re here lad”. Damien slows down to a stop behind the van hopping off his bike and waiting for clays command before starting to unload the guns and hand them off to the niners .  The gun run went off without a hitch and soon everyone was back at clubhouse drinking and having a good time.  Damien was sitting at the bar waiting for Juice to finish talking to Clay and Jax about some dirt digging that needed to be done and ignoring the croweater who was trying to get handsy with him as he was nursing his third cheap beer of the night “please leave me alone Leah you know I’m not interested why are you doing this”. Leah smirks “come on baby please let me show you what you’re missing”.she reaches for the button on his jeans before getting pulled back by Chibs. “Leah darling the kid isn’t interested now go find someone else to bother for the night” Leah scoffs and walks away and chibs sits to the right of Damien waving over the prospect to give them both another beer “thank you Chibs I appreciate it she just wouldn’t take the hint”. “Aye, it’s nothing kid I don’t like to see my family being harassed and you’re like a son to me”.  At that the two men drink in silence . Ten minutes pass before Juice is finally able to slip away from Clay and Jax and walk up to his partner at the bar. “Hey love you okay?”He asked concerned  “yeah it’s just Leah again . She refuses to take a hint that I’m not interested”. Damien sighs. “God I’m sorry you  had to deal with her again babe”. Juice says apologetically  “It’s fine”. Damien says burying his face into Juices chest. “Let us go enjoy our night together okay” Juice smiles while holding the other man tightly.

[qwanderer]

Such a busy day today! Tidied up the gdoc and posted to facebook in my morning free time, was busy at work all day with backorders (paper is heavy!), then on my way home I saw a solid wood bookshelf that had been put out for the trash! No particleboard at all! But still light enough to carry the block and a half home and up the stairs.

It's missing all but the middle shelf (trash pickup was this morning and I think they took the loose shelves but left the main structure as oversized?) But I can still find some use for it. Maybe get replacement shelves. Or I can populate it with a collection of wooden boxes!

Anyway then I had to bring in my meat delivery and put it away, and then I went for groceries and then put those away. So I am quite tired but mostly in a good way. Also it's very cold out so I think I'm going to sleep well.

After work tomorrow it is going to be the weekend! And I'm not writing a book or having COVID or going to any big family gatherings, so it's going to be a normal weekend with some actual free time in it! Looking forward to that. Might write some fic just for fun!

[honeybunchesofangst]

KiriBaku Fic Rec List #2

(Distance Makes the Heart Grow Fonder) FALSE Rated: Teen & Up 

-When Bakugo and Kirishima get hit by a quirk that forces them to literally stick together or face the less then desirable consequences, how the fuck is Bakugo supposed to keep his crush hidden?!

Well, turns out he never needed to.--

“Well, this fucking sucks, how are we supposed to train?!”

"Really closely?"

ChitChat and Pencil Pushers Rated: Explicit

-Kirishima did not believe in love at first sight.

Absolutely not. It was a ridiculous notion.

He did, however, believe in holy shit, he’s hot at first sight.-Kirishima starts a new office job and unfortunately discovers that he may just have a big crush on the worst person possible

Gym Rats Rated: Explicit

-Bakugou's bad attitude tends to scare away unwanted attention.Kirishima seems to be the exception.Kirishima is bright, peppy, and borderline annoying; at least, until Bakugou sees him bench press twice his body weight without breaking a sweat.Bakugou is suddenly more interested than annoyed, and when Kirishima extends an invitation to his apartment, it's an offer Bakugou can't refuse.

Tonight We’re The Sea Rated: Mature (Cursing thank u Bakugo)

- Kirishima goes to a quiet seaside town to take care of his grandmother after she has a bad fall. There he meets Bakugou Katsuki and falls in love.

Engraved in your Mind Rated: Teen & Up ONGOING by @albino-pony

-Kacchan is still a stubborn prick while suffering from face blindness. Also, quirk discrimination is a thing.

(this one is like rewritten canon to explain why bakugo doesn't recognize his classmates very well, but it diverges away from canon later)

5 + 1 Rated: Explicit

- The five times Kirishima made the first move + the one time Bakugou blew his mind.

Pass it On Rated: Explicit

-RED ALERT: Bakugou can't jerk off because he'll explode his own dick off. Pass it on.Mina spreads a rumor around Class 1A about a certain Bakugou Katsuki, Kirishima is tasked with taking his own life and dignity in his hands and finding out of it's true. Party hijinks ensue.(Spoiler alert: dignity and his life aren't the only things Kirishima takes in his hands)

Not Spring, Love, or Cherry Blossoms Rated: Teen & Up

-In order to avoid a Quirk Marriage, Bakugou goes to Kirishima for help. 

(a fake dating fic)

come home to me Rated: Teen & Up

-“I shouldn’t have moved out of the way,” Katsuki sighs. “I should have let that fucking asshole hit us, honestly, a broken back would be better than this.”

Masochist, Eijirou thinks and, in the second right before Katsuki chokes and focuses intensely on salvaging what's left of their midnight haul, he realizes that this might be a problem.Bakugou and Kirishima get hit by a quirk that lets them hear each others' thoughts. It goes much better (and much worse) than either of them expect. 

(help these poor sappy teens)

Pickup Lines an Valentines Rated: Teen & Up

-“Hey, isn’t that Kirishima’s hoodie?”

“Yes.”

“Why are you wearing Kirishima’s hoodie?”

“He’s my boyfriend.”

Ochako grins, ruffling his hair. “You’re so cute, Katsuki, honestly. Like, you’re the only person who thinks that pretending to date Kirishima is somehow less embarrassing than just admitting you’re cold.”Bakugou and Kirishima find out that they're soulmates after two years of dating. Their friends are more than a little out of the loop.

Punk’s Not Dead Rated: Teen & Up

-“So you want to use me to piss off your mom?” Kirishima summarized, raising one pierced eyebrow at Katsuki.“Look, if you want to be all fucking judgy about it, I take cash,” Katsuki said, dropping his hand palm up on the table.“Hey now,” Kirishima said, raising his hands in surrender, “I didn’t say I wasn’t doing it. I’m always down for a little chaos.” He flashed a grin, showing off his ridiculous shark teeth.“Good,” Katsuki said. “We start tomorrow."

ghosts beneath ink wash stars Rated: Teen & Up

- Eijirou's evolution from Bakugou's delivery boy to kind of, possibly, someone to come home to.

(Bakugo is an ink wash artist)

sugar cookies Rated: Teen & Up

- Bakugou and Kirishima accidentally get married in Vegas. They don't annul it.