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shallitickleyournerdbutton · 4 years ago

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After the heartache of the Volume 8 finale, I would like to return to a happier point in the show and suggest some memes/jokes that I like to think the students at Beacon would have had. More closely inline with the RWBY Chibi-verse, than the actual show - where Nothing Bad Ever Happened.

"Who's child is this?" being used to refer to Ruby - the youngest student at Beacon - when she's left unsupervised and/or doing something odd.

"I'd let Glynda punish/whip me for one corn chip."

Every now and again "Missing - Have you seen this person?" posters for Professor Peach will pop up around campus. No one knows who it is that keeps making them.

Vomit Boy candids being taken and shared any time Jaune is Suffering™️ on some form of transport.

The Great One plush of Pyrrha exists in-universe... and becomes the go-to prize for any stupid competition between the students. There's at least a dozen of these dolls on campus now, owned by various people and won as "spoils of war."

There's a dedicated chalkboard in the combat room for tallying how many times Nora has launched someone into the stratosphere. Notable mentions are listed on the board alongside her of other people who have achieved this feat - including Yang, Yatsuhashi, and Glynda.

(She launched both Port and Oobleck one day when they kept annoying her. Sometimes, their screams can still be heard if you listen closely enough.)

"There's that old guy again..." "Oh, shopkeep? Yea, he's everywhere. Don't think too much about it."

This leads to "Don't think too much about it." becoming something of a slogan for every time anything unusual happens.

"Candy canes, kids! One for Sun Wukong, one for Yang Xiao-Long, ooh four for Coco Adel, you go Coco!"

"I--"

"Andnoneforweissschneebye~"

Team STRQ having something akin to legend status at Beacon, whispered in hushed voices for fear and reverence of their names. There's a war between the students regarding team JNPR as their successors vs. the students who insist JNPR are not anywhere near worthy of such a title.

"How many team CRDLs does it take to beat Pyrrha?"

Blurry fancam-style videos of the Qrow vs. Winter fight out in the courtyard being traded around like baseball cards with other students. Some try and manufacture a "rematch" of this with the materials they've got - trying to get Ruby and Weiss to fight each other.

That weird sing-song "HellOooOo~" that Yang sometimes does being mimicked by everyone. And I mean everyone.

Any time there's a significant lull in conversations or classes, someone often asks "Why are we here?" which never fails to make everyone in the vicinity groan.

"Ozpin is compensating for something" jokes about his office chair - including at least one popular response being "it's the war crimes", without them knowing just how accurate they actually are.

"On a scale of Ren-Nora, how excited do you want me to be?"

"Ladies Love Lavender" referring to Lisa Lavender having her own in-universe fandom mostly comprised of women. (Lavender being associated with lesbians irl, and I just think this would be funny.)

The sight of Ren just picking up and carrying Nora away from something is so commonplace that other people start doing it to their friends when they Need To Stop.

"Why is Blake's bow so big?" "Because it's full of secrets."

Blake being a closet faunus being such a poorly hidden secret that by the time she finally takes off the bow no one actually even notices.

The betting pool surrounding exactly what it is in Ozpin's cup - coffee being one of the least popular options, and souls being the top choice.

Using Yatsuhasi as a unit of measurement.

Photoshopping adorable images of Velvet onto various "cute" animal memes.

Everyone wanting to be spanked by Coco Adel.

"I'd let Fox blow me up too."

"Why is Weiss' hair so long?" "To reflect the length of her father's crimes."

Everyone mimicking Pyrrha's memetic "I'm sorry!" anytime they apologise for anything. Even going as far to do it while apologising to things that don't require apologies - like inanimate objects.

"Are Port and Oobleck, you know... 💅?"

In fact, just that 💅 being used to refer to a large number of people at Beacon. Actual LGBT students picking this up and using it towards grimm when they're attacked to question the sexuality/homophobia of the grimm targeting them over their peers.

Threatening Neptune with water anytime he flirts with a girl who is clearly Not Interested in him.

No one knowing who, exactly, the other two members of team SSSN are - with wild theories abounding about who they may be. Popular choices include Shopkeep, Zwei, and Professor Peach.

This persists even after their tournament fights where they're shown. Scarlet and Sage are perfectly content with this, and participate.

"Arslan's/Pyrrha's back must be aching from constantly carrying her entire team."

And the respective responses of, "Reese/Nora are alright."

Similar jokes about Glynda also carrying the entire faculty/academy on her back.

"Salutations!"

The war between the "Irondaddy" fanbase, and his haters - who refer to him with various derogatory versions of his name. "Metalpenis", "Coppercock", "Chromeshaft", etc.

Anytime someone is doing something ~questionable~ donning a pair of glasses and/or imitating Oz or Oobleck pushing them back up their nose with accompanying menacing body language. (Kubrick Stare optional.)

Mercury having a foot fetish, courtesy of the people who caught him sniffing shoes at the festival.

"Did <character> just die?" "You know, it was really unclear." any time someone takes some insane damage in a fight and isn't seen for some time afterwards.

Everyone trying to locate and get a pic of the ~mysterious~ fourth member of team CMSN, who has only ever been spotted once - her tournament fight in the first round. Beacon's version of "Where's Wally?"

The Sympathy Fund for Emerald and her one-sided crush on Cinder. "She could honestly do so much better."

People offering themselves up as tribute to spar with Pyrrha/Yang/Coco/Sun just so they can be beaten up by the hottest people on campus.

"I drink milk!" being used as a defensive argument in wildly inappropriate contexts.

Naming grimm really boring names and attempting to keep them as pets.

The innumerous times Port has allowed a "zoo-break" to happen under his watch and everyone having to assist in recovering his prized subjects.

"Where the fuck are all the fourth years?" "Ozpin's soul collection."

Candid shots of Glynda Suffering™️ being shared similarly to the ones of Vomit Boy.

Ranking people based on their Patience Levels - Pyrrha, Ren, Glynda, Emerald, and Fox being frequent top markers based on the bullshit they put up with from their respective teams.

"Saint Pyrrha" being a common nickname for her, and her neverending niceness towards people who absolutely do not not deserve it.

Weiss' "Hey!" being replicated amongst the student body and slowly growing more and more high-pitched in its replication until it eventually just becomes a shrill noise. Even so, everyone still knows what it means - and Weiss is absolutely unamused by all of this.

In fact, a lot of early!Weiss' comments being mercilessly mocked by everyone - "I'm a victim!" being one of them.

Renowned fear permitting amongst the student body regarding Yang's red eyes meaning Serious Business. Morphs into references of "going full Yang" to mean having rage-fuelled temper tantrums.

"Never miss a beat, never miss a beat" becoming a mantra for focusing on a task. This inspires several remixes of Neon saying it, and again with no one knowing who it is making them.

By all means, feel free to add any more that you all think of! I could use a laugh!

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contreparry · 2 years ago

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happy friday Ann! For DADWC: 🧁You are invited to a fancy tea party but all is not what it seems

Here's some Merrill and Fenris friendship in the modern!Thedas roommates AU for @dadrunkwriting (I really wanted to write them today).

"I don't see why not, Marian!" Mrs. Hawke said from the kitchen, her voice pitched low because she obviously didn't want to be overheard. Merrill, who was sitting at the tea table in the parlor, winced and dropped a sugar cube into her teacup to cover her reaction.

"He's a perfectly nice lad and new in town," Mrs. Hawke continued as something (maybe the tea tray?) clattered against the countertop. "One night out is-"

"Out of the question, Mum," Marian cut in icily. "I'm not taking one of your lady lunch friends' relatives out on a date."

"But-"

"Not for drinks. Not for dinner. Not for lunch. Not even for coffee," Marian interrupted. "Do you want me to serve the test menu to my friends or not?"

"I think... we were unwittingly recruited as shields," Fenris murmured as his long fingers curled around his delicate teacup before taking a sip of his tea (no sugar, no milk, not even a squirt of lemon). He eyed the teapot and its tea cozy (an adorable crochet unicorn with a sparkly rainbow yarn mane) as if it could somehow provide him a means of escape from this very awkward impromptu tea party. Come to the family bed and breakfast, Hawke begged them. New tasting menu for fall, she said. And so, easily bribed with promises of apple turnovers (Fenris) and a meal that wasn't a yogurt parfait she got from a bodega (her, always her), they came to Hawke's family business and home. And now...

"I've got nothing in common with these-these- idiots who had a silver spoon shoved up their arse the moment they were shot out of their mother's vaginas!" Hawke declared, her voice rising with every word until it rang through the hall and into the parlor. Merrill added another sugar cube and stirred her tea around, the warm amber colored drink sloshing up the sides of her cup. Fenris might have a point, but Hawke's plan clearly hadn't worked. The awkward conversation started as soon as the two Hawke women entered the kitchen.

"Marian!"

"Tell me I'm a liar, Mum. Tell me, I dare you," Hawke retorted. "Apple turnovers out of the oven? Perfect, Fenris will love them." More clattering and banging sounds from the kitchen. Merrill reached for another sugar cube with the tiny silver tongs and dropped it into her cup. Fenris offered her the small pitcher of milk.

"Sweet tooth?" he whispered, perfectly composed even in his paint stained dark jeans and black long sleeved shirt. Merrill flushed and took the milk from him.

"Not exactly," she confessed. "Oh, I wish Isabela could come, she always knows how to make light of these sorts of things!" What were the rules for stepping into a familial fight? In Clan Sabrae everyone was a mother, a father, an aunt or uncle, and you had every right to step into a family matter and speak your mind! But here? She didn't know Mrs. Hawke the way she knew Hawke, and beyond that- what an awkward situation they found themselves in! But at least Fenris was here. Fenris always seemed to know what to do when it came to social events. He would stand on the edge of the crowd, beautiful and unapproachable, and could command the room with a look and a word!

She really ought to ask him how he did it. Merrill wished she could be half as mysterious!

"Those need to cool, Marian! Sandwiches first!" Mrs. Hawke insisted. "Scones, apple butter, clotted cream-"

"And the salad, yes, I remember," Hawke grumbled. "Maker's Balls, don't send me any more little lordlings from your luncheons or badminton club or lacrosse league-"

"We don't play lacrosse!" Mrs. Hawke exclaimed, but after a heavy moment of silence she continued. "Not since Lady Reese twisted her ankle on the pitch."

A pause. Then laughter floated out through the hall, bright and bold, and the heaviness in the air dissipated like clouds before the sun. Merrill breathed a sigh of relief, took a sip, and grimaced. Too sweet! But she had to drink it, it would be a waste if she didn't make an attempt, not to mention horribly rude! Fenris sighed, took her teacup from her hands, and deposited it into the potted palm next to him.

"Another cup?" he asked politely as Hawke rounded the corner, a tray heavily laden with savory snacks in her hands. "You must be parched, Merrill."

"Thank you, Fenris," Merrill replied.

#da drunk writing circle #modern!thedas roommates au #my writing

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bpdblades · 3 years ago

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food log

breakfast- granola bar, 100kcal

lunch- venti caramel frap from starbucks, no whip, soy milk, 360kcal

dinner- popeyes cinnamon apple pie, 285kcal

total- 745kcal

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Starbucks caramel frap is def my guilty pleasure, i get it every time we go to grab coffee and i’d rather restrict more than miss out on it. But after that A wanted to get fast food and even tho i said i don’t want anything he got me an apple pie (I couldn’t find the calories for that thing so i just trusted mfp with the per 100g measurement and weighted it at home 👀). He’s already worried so I had to eat it : // at least i could just make it my dinner so rn my food log is closed. We went grocery shopping and he bought a pack of reeses cups for me too but that’s gonna be my breakfast tomorrow, since he wanted me to eat that as well. Yeah… Gotta buy a scale ASAP.

#b talks #actuallymentallyill #tw ed mention #tw ed #tw calories #tw eating disorders #eating disroders #not pro just venting #food log #ed food journal #ed food log

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cheryllclayton · 4 years ago

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hashtag game! get to know me

tagged by the following lovelies <3: @daphnesvieira, @likemereckless & @thugheadjones

1. what is the color of your hairbrush? black

2. name a food you never eat - I’ll try ‘most’ things but I will not eat raw sushi or some seafood like oysters

3. are you typically too warm or too cold? Cold but I don’t like being hot, I’d rather be cold and put on a hoody and a blanket than be too hot.

4. what were you doing 45 minutes ago? working lol

5. what’s your favorite candy bar? Hmm...Reese’s Cups, Mirage, Snickers, Twix

6. have you ever been to a professional sports game? Went to my first NHL hockey game with the dear @daphnesvieira this year!

7. what is the last thing you said out loud? I think I was singing aloud to the song on the radio lol

8. what is your favorite ice cream? Cookie Dough...Heavenly Hash...and im also partial to some old school flavors once in a while like bubble gum, cotton candy, tiger tiger and licorice!

9. what was the last thing you had to drink? water

10. do you like your wallet? YES! I just got a new one and it’s black with blue butterflies from ShagWear! I love their wallets, they are soft and durable and cute and can actually hold all my cards and shit lol

11. what is the last thing you ate? Pumpkin cloud cookie :)

12. did you buy any new clothes last weekend? i did by a couple new shirts about a week or so ago...

13. what’s the last sporting event you watched? pfffft i dont even remember....probably the live NHL game in February.

14. what is your favorite flavor of popcorn? White Cheddar or dill pickle

15. who is the last person you sent a text message to? my hubby....or was it @lazydaizies....lol

16. ever been camping? yes, but i haven’t been legit camping (like tent/camper in the woods) type camping in years

17. do you take vitamins? Every day :)

18. do you regularly attend a place of worship? no, i do not

19. do you have a tan? in the summer i tan pretty easy...but i always lose most of it over our long ass winter

20. do you prefer Chinese or pizza? Chinese, but depends a lot on my mood

21. do you drink your soda through a straw? sometimes...it all depends really lol

22. what color socks do you usually wear? i don’t wear socks often actually...and when i do, my socks are all different colors, i don’t like boring socks lol

23. do you ever drive above the speed limit? maybe....

24. what terrifies you? disease i guess....something happening to my kdis

25. look to your left, what do you see? my desktop scanner

26. what chore do you hate most? i hate dusting...always have...

27. what do you think of when you hear an Australian accent? LOVE the aussie accent! I’m jello of the woman who have it ( @lucivar) and it makes me wanna climb the guys that do ;)

28. what’s your favorite soda? used to be diet pepsi and im obsessed with iced tea but i haven’t drank pepsi in over two years and have only had iced tea a few times in that time as well.

29. do you go in a fast food place or just hit the drive thru? drive thru, usually i have kids with me or have things to do...busy busy

30. what’s your favorite number? lucky number 13

31. who’s the last person you talked to? a coworker

32. favorite meat? chicken

33. last song you listened to? Savage Love

34. last book you read? Some romance on a reading app, i think it was called My Bestfriends Sister...or something like that....besides the constant fic i read lol

35. favorite day of the week? Saturday/Sunday

36. can you say the alphabet backwards? Absolutely not

37. how do you like your coffee? splash of milk or cream

38. favorite pair of shoes? flip flops...terrible for my feet but i live in them...when there isn’t snow anyway. When im not wearing them i am usually wearing some sort of sketchers shoes or boots

39. time you normally get up? when i work, by 7am, if i don’t work, whenever i want if i have nothing to do lol

40. what do you prefer, sunrise or sunsets? sunsets

41. how many blankets are on your bed? 2 and a sheet

42. describe your kitchen plates? white with a floral print

43. describe your kitchen at the moment: probably still covered in baking dishes from last night lol

44. do you have a favorite alcoholic drink? mmm i like a good cooler or fruity drink...sangria...margarita...moscato wine....just a cold beer and clamato on a hot day...i’m not too picky when it comes to booze lol

45. do you play cards? yes, all kinds and a lot, just play kaiser and skipbo this weekend lol

46. what color is your car? gold

47. can you change a tire? yes

48. your favorite state or province? BC

49. favorite job you’ve had? the one i am in right now :)

I tag, if you’d like, @lazydaizies @lucivar @thetaoofbetty @charliemeg @alicat-gotyourtongue @anchor-bird-94

#tag game

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peachnewt · 5 years ago

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Midnight Snack - Whipped

A Getting In Deep future short.

-On the third day of lock-down the break room gave to me...

A competition for Dalgona Coffee!-

Watch Two had been warned in advance that the base would have a five day lock-down and nonessential persons should go home to wait it out. A bare-bones collection of people were left to slowly go crazy in Watch Two's underground base. They had grown too accustomed to the card games where have of the players cheated. Mario Kart couldn't hold a candle to the impromptu desk chair races which became a whole new sport when Will included the element of lances and jousting for rings hung from the ceiling.

Even the retired test bunny, Copperfield, had gotten tired of people's need to cuddle something fluffy and would kick them before running away.

What the Watch needed was a bit of excitement. A bit of competition that didn't rely on cheating or luck. And wouldn't get them killed.

It happened when four voices complained in Main Tech.

"I'm bored," said Will. He had already read the books in his desk and had no inclination to read them again. And picking out another ebook was a chore.

"I'm tired," said Louis. He had finally reached the over-saturation point of his coffee intake. He would have to degrade himself to lay still and sleep that night instead of being "productive".

"I want something sweet," Reese and Beni chorused. They had not had time to stock up the essentials (ex: chocolates, candies, energy drinks, pixie sticks, gelatin - don't' ask), and the vending machines had not been restocked in a while, leaving behind stale chips and granola bars trying to be a treat and failing horribly.

"Check the break room?" offered Will.

"Sure." Louis pulled his body off his desk like he was pulling himself out of a grave. It was only noon for crying out loud. He needed more coffee. Break room was a must.

Beni and Reese, figuring Will was talking to them as well, joined the pair to the break room. The four searched every nook, cranny, and drawer. Beni even took out drawers to see of anything had fallen behind them.

Aside from a few flattened and perished bags of peanuts and sugar packets, she found nothing.

"Why do we have a twenty pound bag of rice?" asked Reese.

"Cheap and easy food," said Will. "I'm more worried about the ten canisters of instant coffee."

"Without coffee there is chaos and darkness," said Louis without missing a beat. "I'm more curious why we need a twenty pound bag of sugar."

"Without sugar there is oppression and darkness," replied Beni. "Plus adding sugar to cooked rice is tasty."

Rachel, who had observed the four's need to pillage the break room at a distance, chimed in.

"Have you ever heard of Dalgona coffee?" asked Rachel.

All four looked up.

"Whipped coffee, right?" said Louis.

"Gone viral," said Will. "I think."

"It's half sugar," added Beni.

"Equal parts sugar, instant coffee, and water whipped together to make a foam," said Reese. "Why do you mention it?"

Rachel shrugged. "Sounded interesting. Thought we could make a game of it."

Game. A chime in the wind. A call to action. A call to possible fun.

"Go on," said Reese.

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In essence, Rachel wanted the four of them to compete in who could make dalgona coffee the fastest without using an electronic mixer. At first the four assumed this would be a test of arm strength, until she added a caveat.

Only one of them would have a whisk.

They set up the break room like a competition on Food Network, complete with aprons and pre-measured portions of instant coffee, sugar, and hot water. Sleeves were rolled up, jackets taken off. Beni put on her high speed roller blade goggles.

Rachel held up four paper bags with large letters from A to D written in sharpie.

"These are your tools to aerate your dalgona coffee. Each of you will have ten minutes to turn your tool into what you need. Your resources are tape, rubber bands, string, knives, and your own ingenuity. No glue, no welding, no setting anything on fire."

"Aw."

"Once your tools are made you will have another ten minutes to turn your instant coffee, sugar, and water into a whipped delight. ��Whosoever has the better whipped coffee after ten minutes wins. However, one of you will receive a whisk at a time disadvantage, you will have only five minutes to whip your coffee instead of ten. Any questions so far?"

Reese popped the top button on his shirt and leaned over the counter with a "charming" smile. "How do you prefer to be bribed for me to get the whisk?"

"It will be random selection." Rachel held out four cards with the letters A, B, C, and D, and had each of them pick one.

Each card got a matching bag. Reese, card A, got three plastic forks. Beni, card B, received three plastic straws. Louis, card C, three cheap wooden chopsticks. When she put the bag down in front of Will, she pulled it back when he reached out for it.

"You got the whisk," said Rachel. "You have to wait for the five minute mark."

Will's eyes glimmered and he nodded.

"Trade you," said Reese, holding up one of his forks.

"Not even going to bribe me?" asked Will in mock offense. "I'm hurt. And no." Will turned to Louis. "You don't want to trade?"

"No way, Fanboy. Me and my chopsticks are gonna out-whisk you! You're gonna wish you never skipped arm day."

Rachel held up her hand, contains of rubber bands, string, tape, and knives at the ready in front of her. "Ten minutes to make your whisks, go!"

Beni, Reese, and Louis dashed to grabbed their implements. Over the next few minutes Will got to observe his coworkers turn straws, forks, and chopsticks into something else.

Reese proceeded to bend the tines of the fork outwards as much as he could without breaking them, and then bound the three forks together with the rubber bands to make something that looked like a sea urchin.

Beni grabbed a knife and spliced the three straws half way down the middle in four ways, and then curled the ends back up to the barrel of the straw, securing them with a bit of tape. Once bound together she had something that looked very close to a whisk.

Louis also took a knife and split two of the chopsticks into chop-twigs a fourth of the original length. With bits of string he tied the twigs together like little crosses, and then tied those crosses onto the third chopstick. At the unadorned end of the chopstick, he added some rubber bands for a hand grip. Finished, it looked like a found-art depiction of a tree.

"Are we ready?"

"Bring it!" said Louis.

"As I'll ever be," said Reese.

"I got this," said Beni.

"Red leader standing by!" said Will.

"All but Will, go!" Rachel tapped the stopwatch on her phone.

In unison the four dumped the instant coffee, sugar, and hot water into their bowls. While the others whisked their concoctions, Will waited, tilting his bowl this way and that to fully dissolve his ingredients. He swirled it about, trying to see if he could get any foam going with just moving the bowl. Any start was a good start.

Four minutes in, Reese with his forks had turned his syrupy coffee into a slightly thicker syrup, the color changing from coffee black to dark chocolate brown. He moved the makeshift whisk to the other hand and flexed the cramping fingers of the other.

"Feeling the burn there?" jeered Louis.

"I'm working at a disadvantage!" snapped Reese.

"Excuses!" said Beni. "Keep going!"

Beni had her bowl on a towel and tilted as she whisked with her straws. Her compact arms moved the whisk in a blur, as if inhaling the coffee and sugar scent energized her. Her coffee was the color of milk chocolate. She was also tiring, and the tape keeping her whisk together slowly peeled.

"Wow," said Will looking from one bowl to the next. "You are all actually getting this stuff to work."

Louis didn't turn his whisk like the others. Instead he put the spiky end into the concoction and then twirled the top if it like a child would a dragonfly toy, or a scout trying to start a fire with two sticks. A design requiring less effort, but a fragile one as some tiny branches pivoted from where they were tied on their branch. However, Louis coffee was also the color of milk chocolate, and slowly getting thicker.

Will felt a bit left out. Making a whisk out of found objects sounded fun, and he was sure he could have created something just as effective. But he had the advantage. He got the whisk. Which he could use...

"Five minutes, whisk!" said Rachel.

Will snapped up the bag and immediately felt something was wrong. The bag didn't feel heavy at all. He opened the bag and saw...

Nothing.

No. Wait. A glimmer of metal.

Will tipped the bag over. One teeny tiny whisk, at home with the mice in Barbie's Malibu kitchen, rolled out onto the counter.

Will dared not even attempt to pick it up between his fingers. He would need tweezers to even hold it. Forget using it on his coffee.

Will whimpered and bent over , arms braced on the counter. "I've been defeated before I began."

"What?" Louis looked over, saw the tiny speck of a whisk and full-belly laughed, hands fumbling at his chopstick whisk as he wiped a tear from under his shades, leaving a smear of coffee brown on his cheek.

Beni kept whisking with her straws, but she glanced over and then smiled.

"How did you even find a whisk that small?" Will asked Rachel, aghast. "Polly Pocket outlet?"

Reese chuckled. "Your overconfidence is your weakness, jedi."

"Wrong quote," said Will, bent back to the floor.

"Get working," said Louis. "The coffee ain't gonna whips itself."

"Not funny," said Will, pouting "No one can whisk coffee with a whisk that size unless they were that size!"

Louis and Will froze and then looked at each other, the scenario finally clicking.

"Switch with me, please!" pleaded Will.

"I'm on a roll here!" said Louis, nodding to his coffee lightening to slightly lighter milk chocolate.

"Switch with me or shrink with me, I'm okay with either!" Will put on the most pitiful puppy eyes he could manage. "I'll make it worth it!"

"How?" said Louis.

Will leaned over, cupped his hand over Louis' ear, and whispered something that couldn't be heard over the swishing and clacking of plastic forks, chopsticks, and straws.

Louis dropped his chopstick, grabbed Will's still un-frothed bowl, sat on the counter, and shucked off his shades, hooking them over Will's collar. "I'll hold you to it."

In a flash Louis had shrunk down to a little less than three inches, the bowl with him. Perfect size for the tiny whisk.

"Is that allowed?" cried Reese.

"No rules against switching in the middle of the game," said Rachel, smirking. "Four minutes left!"

Will continued where Louis left off, twirling the chopstick until his skin burned. Despite Rachel's warning, he just might start a fire with the amount of friction going on between his hands. But the coffee got thicker, lighter, airy, harder to spin Louis' chopstick whisk through. Out the corner of his vision he could see Louis attacking his bowl with his arm a blur. The tinny, tiny sound of metal against glass a constant ringing.

Beni gritted her teeth, switched hands, and continued. Reese cursed under his breath as his forearms protested.

Rachel looked too happy at their collective state. "Ten... nine..."

The four put in a final burst of energy, coffee froth spattering over their bowls and they whisked to glory.

"Four... three..."

Win or lose, I get to keep that promise to Louis, thought Will. And that was a prize indeed.

"One... time!"

The whisks, what was left of them, dropped from their hands and they all backed away from the counter, wincing at their achy hands and arms.

Louis panted laid down on the counter, and rolled his shoulders. "Okay. That was arm day."

"Agreed," said Reese. Of the three of the makeshift whisks, his had stayed in the best shape. However his coffee was still more thick syrup than fluff.

"No more moving," added Beni. Her whisk had practically fallen apart, bits of plastic straw sticking out every which way. But so did her coffee, the peanut butter colored fluff spiking out and staying there.

Will's inherited chopstick whisk would never whisk again, the main branch falling off when it hit the bowl. But the foam matched Beni's in color and stiffness, perhaps a hair lighter.

Beside Louis a tiny bowl brimmed with light caramel colored foam, the top of it peaking like a sharp tack.

Rachel examined each of the bowls, testing the fluffiness of the coffee with a spoon and comparing the color and volume. Louis' bowl had to be judged with the assistance of a magnifier. Louis laid there unmoving. Rachel also jotted down a few notes on a clipboard.

A few minutes later, she stood before them with her judgment.

"You should all be proud," said Rachel. "The variety of whisks made was impressive, as well as your collective arm strength. Which you will try to improve, I'm sure."

Reese gave a grunt of negative.

"Beni, you win for best use of a makeshift whisk, despite its short lifespan. Out of all the dalgona coffees made with non-whisks, yours is the lightest and fluffiest."

Beni held what was left of her three straws with pride.

"Reese, while your dalgona has a ways to go, your handmade whisk can last the whole time without breaking or bending. Out of all non-whisks, yours is the sturdiest."

"And in a pinch double as a torture device," said Reese, airing his collar. "For the wielder."

"Will, while at a disadvantage, you realized the proper use for the whisk given to you. Fitting the tool to the purpose, well done."

Will nodded, but felt the praise was undeserved. He had jumped in on Louis' bowl halfway. That didn't count in his mind.

"And Louis," said Rachel.

Louis groaned on the counter.

"I have never seen an arm whisk that fast. For pure, brutal arm strength, you get the strongest arms."

"Yay," Louis said, deadpan.

"What do we win?" asked Reese.

"I already have a batch of dalgona in the freezer. All of you get to take a break and I will serve each of you a bowl."

"And...?" edged Beni.

"And there are sprinkles, chocolate syrup, and redi whip for your use."

Beni and Reese cheered as they ran back to their desks, still splattered with sugar coffee syrup and clad in their aprons.

Will leaned down next to Louis' tiny prone form. "You can have my frozen dalgona."

"On top of what you promised?"

Will blushed. "Yes. You'll have to get it later tonight. I had a lot for lunch."

"Gotcha," said Louis. "Would you mind picking me up? I can't move my arms, I'll be flopping around like a fish."

"Whatever you want, Mighty Mouse."

"The Mightiest"

Will nodded and gently scooped Louis up in his palm. They would wait out in Rachel's lab until Louis could turn back to normal size.

***

Rachel covered the large bowls and set them in the fridge. They would be good for coffee come morning. The tiny bowl Rachel set aside on a lab tray. She had a test on air density and viscosity to run.

***

Beni and Reese had their bowls of dalgona slathered with caramel and chocolate sauce, sprinkles like confetti on velvet. As much as they preferred energy drinks over coffee for their caffeine needs, they could appreciate it's slightly bitter taste as a dessert.

In a spare office space designated as sleeping quarters for the lockdown, Louis enjoyed his double dose of dalgona with Will's help. Louis lay on a cot with two pillows under his shoulders. Louis refused to move his arms, claiming that whipping his tiny bowl of dalgona had ripped his muscles to shreds and needed help. Will indulged his overreaction and fed him with loving spoonfuls.

"Thank you for switching with me." Will swirled the spoonful of dalgona through a streak of chocolate and whipped cream. "You didn't have to."

"Yes I did," said Louis. "Rachel's been wanting me to do more tests with her during lockdown. And I've been avoiding it."

"Oh."

Louis reached out a pinky to Will's thigh. "You're the only one I would have switched with."

"Good. I'd hate to be jealous of Reese over a cooking competition."

"Speaking of competition," said Louis, sliding closer. "I won a little something."

"Hardly little."

"I will be." Louis rose up from the pillows and pressed his mouth to Will's, sharing the bitter taste of coffee and too much sugar. They parted with a sugary smek. "Gonna let me inside?"

Will licked his lips, butterflies in his stomach ready to migrate, and put the bowls aside.

***

Later that night, Beni, Reese, Louis, and Rachel, realized that a scoop of dalgona coffee should not be eaten like ice cream right before they were about to sleep.

Sleep did not happen until the crack of dawn. For many reasons.

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#GETTING IN DEEP #midnight snack #Louis Patriarch #William James Rowe #dalgona coffee #Macro/Micro #soft vore insinuation #things that happen when the watch is on lockdown #competitive cooking #no actual sexy bits unless you count kissing

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blackcoffeewillkillme · 4 years ago

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Little talk...

Had cereal for breakfast this morning and I felt like a kid again. It was only 160 calories a cup and I ate it with a 3/4 cup of almond milk so my overall meal was about 200 calories.

Another snack I got that I’ve been loving are the matcha pocky sticks that have about 9 calories a stick so I just grab one when I want something sweet.

Walked on incline for an hour and ten minutes and then did about 20 minutes of boxing.

Had rice, beans and an egg for both lunch and dinner, and I did indulge in a Reese’s thin and an Oreo as snacks, but overall, my calories were about 1100 in total which is under my limit.

Even though I’m supposed to get my period soon, I don’t feel ravenously hungry, which is great, and my overall hunger levels have gone down to the point where I don’t really graze the kitchen anymore.

The number on the scale is slowly going down, so I try not to step on it too frequently so I don’t go insane, and even though my body looks pretty much the same as always, I am noticing a little bit more bone in certain parts, along with my clothing feeling a little more loose.

I guess the only downfall is the fact that I look tired, but nothing a quick coffee or tea can’t resolve. Going out to restaurants is still tricky though, but I allow myself to over do it that one day, and then I continue as usual. I try to stay flexible so that I don’t experience any intense ups and downs in terms of hunger and weight fluctuations, and so far I’ve managed to keep a decent balance.

I have been pretty depressed these past few weeks, and even though it makes me not want to eat (in part the cereal for breakfast was simply because I couldn’t bring myself to cook something more elaborate), it is pretty frustrating to be stuck in your own head, and it is obviously affecting me on all levels. It’s been rough, and I feel like I’m going explode soon, but diet wise, I’ve been pretty good and pretty consistent.

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missbennet · 4 years ago

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tagged by @achillese to answer these 50 questions! thank you! <3

what is the colour of your hairbrush? blue

name a food you never eat. coconut, I hate the texture

are you typically too warm or too cold? too cold, all the time!

what were you doing 45 mins ago? studying bc yay college...

what’s your favourite candy bar? do reese’s peanut butter cups count?

have you ever been to a professional sports game? yes, baseball, basketball, hockey, and football

what is the last thing you said out loud? “I don’t want to do this anymore” lol

what is your favourite ice cream? mint chocolate chip or cookie dough

what was the last thing you had to drink? water

do you like your wallet? sure

what is the last thing you ate? pb&j lol

did you buy any new clothes last weekend? nope I’m broke

what’s the last sporting event you watched? football

what is your favourite flavour of popcorn? kettle!

who is the last person you sent a text message to? my friends’ gc

ever been camping? yes I love camping!

do you take vitamins? lots of iron supplements lol

do you regularly attend a place of worship? no

do you have a tan? nope

do you prefer Chinese or pizza? I love both it depends on the day

do you drink your soda through a straw? I rarely drink pop but when I do I don’t use a straw

what colour socks do you usually wear? grey

do you ever drive above the speed limit? only sometimes on the highway so I don’t die lol

what terrifies you? the upcoming results of the U.S. election and death

look to your left, what do you see? the calendar on my wall

what chore do you hate most? I don’t mind most chores

what do you think of when you hear an Australian accent? peachprc from tiktok lol

what’s your favourite soda? cream soda when I drink any

do you go in a fast food place or just hit the drive thru? drive thru

what’s your favourite number? 9

who’s the last person you talked to? my roommates

favourite meat? chicken

last song you listened to? trouble by cage the elephant

last book you read? we all looked up by tommy wallach

favourite day of the week? whatever day I’m not working lol

can you say the alphabet backwards? slowly but yes

how do you like your coffee? I make my own lattes at home with 3 shots of expresso, almond milk, caramel, and white chocolate syrup!

favourite pair of shoes? combat boots

time you normally get up? 7:30 if I didn’t work, 8:30 if I did

what do you prefer, sunrise or sunsets? both!

how many blankets on your bed? currently have five...

describe your kitchen plates. ceramic, some are red and the others are tan

describe your kitchen at the moment. clean for the most part but a couple dishes need to be washed

do you have a favourite alcoholic drink? my legal answer is no

do you play cards? yes! and I’m slowly learning euchre

what colour is your car? gold

can you change a tire? yep, learned as soon as I got a license

your favourite state? I’m biased but michigan!

favourite job you’ve had? barista I guess but it also was pretty stressful

tagging? @rhsand @wymck @leonscotts @anhkins and anyone else who wants to!

#tagged #abt

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chappell-roans · 5 years ago

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50 questions you’ve never been asked

thank you for tagging me @s-k-y-w-a-l-k-e-r!!

what is the colour of your hairbrush? pink

name a food you never eat? olives

are you typically too warm or too cold? too warm

what were you doing 45 minutes ago? reading gone girl

what is your favourite candy bar? reese’s peanut butter cups too! but if it has to be a straight-up bar, i love a kit kat or twix

have you ever been to a professional sports event? no but i’d like to

what is the last thing you said out loud? “i had one clementine” to my sister

what is your favourite ice cream? anything vanilla based, like cookies and cream or cookie dough!

what was the last thing you had to drink? room temperature water

do you like your wallet? yeah, i got it as a gift and it has a funky pattern on it that i wouldn’t normally go for but i think it’s cute

what was the last thing you ate? nacho cheese doritos last night lol (almost twinning, wow)

did you buy any new clothes last weekend? no, i haven’t bought any clothes for a month (since self isolating)

the last sporting event you watched? a rerun of a michael jordan game that i watched a few minutes of

what is your favourite flavour of popcorn? extra butter, then white cheddar

who is the last person you sent a text message to? @kaylezfordaziez

ever go camping? not yet

do you take vitamins? everyday

do you go to church every sunday? no, i used to go to a non-denominational church with my family because we’re agnostic, but haven’t gone in years/

do you have a tan? no but it’ll happen eventually since i’ve oddly been outside more since self isolation

do you prefer Chinese food or pizza? both???? but chinese food

do you drink your soda with a straw? nah

what colour socks do you usually wear? usually black

do you ever drive above the speed limit? well yeah

what terrifies you? losing people i love

look to your left, what do you see? blankets and pillows

what chore do you hate? mopping

what do you think of when you hear an australian accent? wow i don’t know...warm weather and laid back people?

what’s your favourite soda? root beer all the way

do you go in a fast food place or just hit the drive-thru? i prefer going in when i’m not in a rush (obviously drive-thru only now)

who’s the last person you talked to? my sister

favourite cut of beef? i don’t know my cuts of beef very well lol we don’t eat it much but i like a good thin steak...if that means anything...

last song you listened to? dumb stuff by lany

last book you read? the last book i read in full was fight club by chuck palahniuk (which i loved btw and was better than the movie whoops) but i’m currently reading gone girl by gillian flynn

favourite day of the week? i’m not working now so it doesn’t make much of a difference fsjkd but saturday

can you say the alphabet backwards? slowly, yes

how do you like you coffee? with a little cream or almond milk and sometimes sugar

favourite pair of shoes? blue nikes lol

the time you normally go to bed? 2am

the time you normally get up? 9-10am (thanks to social isolation)

what do you prefer, sunrise or sunsets? well i see way more sunsets (see last answer) both are lovely though

how many blankets on your bed? one

describe your kitchen plates. a hodge podge

do you have a favourite alcoholic beverage? red wine

do you play cards? yes, not as much as i should though

what colour is your car? invisible (i don’t have one...yet)

can you change a tire? no

your favourite province? i’ve never been to canada or outside the country for that matter. if i can switch it to state, california for sure.

favourite job you’ve ever had? hasn’t happened yet (my job i just lost was pretty good, in food service, but not something i think will be my favorite)

how did you get your biggest scar? babysitting

what did you do today that made someone else happy? checked in on family.

tagging @allyouhadtodowastay @romeoquinns @scottstreett @kaylezfordaziez and anyone who wants to do this!!!

#this was fun <3 #tag

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themightyhemmings · 5 years ago

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50 questions you've never been asked before

thank you so much for tagging me @lukesflaredpants 💗💗!! (I‘m doing this on my notes app so I’m currently dying inside but i thought this is a fun thing to do so why not. Now that i‘m done wih it, it’s save to say that this is my villain origin story )

1. what is the colour of your hair brush? Brown

2. name of a food you never eat? brussels sprouts, any kind of meat or fish and spinach

3. are you typically too warm or too cold? too warm

4. what were you doing 45 minutes ago?

I was cuddling my dog :-)

5. what’s your favourite candy bar? A Kinderriegel or anything from Reeses

6. have you ever been to a professional sports event? my uncle always drags me to football games with him whenever i visit them

7. what is the last thing you said out loud? I don’t think you’re taking me seriously right now

8. what is your favourite ice cream? mint chocolate, cookie dough or peanut butter cup

9. what is the last thing you had to drink? water because it’s pretty late right now

10. do you like your wallet? Yesss i do, although it’s pretty old now, but i‘ve got good memories connected to it

11. what was the last thing you ate? noodle soup

12. did you buy any new clothes last week? i did, but i need more than one pair of jeans so i think it’s justified lol

13. last sporting event you watched? I honestly can’t remember that, probably a football game

14. what’s your favourite flavour of popcorn? i love both sweet and salty, i can‘t choose between them

15. who was the last person you sent a message to? @lukesflaredpants 😄

16. ever go camping? yes and it gave me a life long trauma and trust issues

17. do you take vitamins? nope

18. do you go to church every sunday? no

19. do you have a tan? i don’t but i wish i had a little bit of a tan tbh because i sparkle in the sunlight like the cullens and i glow in the dark like a glow stick.

20. do you prefer chinese food or pizza? i like both, i can‘t really choose here either

21. do you drink soda with a straw? nope

22. what colour socks do you wear? The more color and patterns the better. The cherry on tope of the cake is glittery socks though that are Christmas themed

23. do you ever drive above the speed limit? never

24. what terrifies you? Insects, my past mistakes, the future, being alone, horses, bugs, people and driving

25. look to your left what do you see? a wall and a pillow

26. what chore do you hate? any chore really, but vacuuming the most

27. what do you think of when you hear an australian accent? Ashton Irwin and then the rest of 5sos

28. what’s your favourite soda? rhubarb (?)

29. do you go into fast food places or drive thru? usually into fast food places but only on rare occasions because i don’t have any near me

30. who was the last person you talked to? over text @lukesflaredpants and in real life to my sister

31. favourite cut of beef? i don’t have one

32. last song you listened to? Not in the same way - 5sos

33. last book you read? Aspects of the new right-wing extremism by theodor w. adorno

34. can you say the alphabet backwards? i have half a braincell on my good days so no, never

35. how do you like your coffee? with a tiny bit of milk but definitely no sugar

36. favourite pair of shoes? i have a pair of sneakers that have a flower print on them, so i guess those

37. the time you normally go to bed? when i have work i go to bed at 8 and sleep by 10 but now i just sleep whenever i feel like it

38. the time you normally wake up? If i have work at 7 and if not between 7:30 and 9

39. what do you prefer sunrise or sunsets? sunsets (preferably while i‘m at the beach)

40. how many blankets are on your bed? 1 duvet and a fluffy one to keep me warm when i‘m cold

41. describe your kitchen plates? a lot of different colors and different patterns because my mum likes it

42. do you have a favourite alcoholic beverage? White wine or malibu with passion fruit juice

43. do you play cards? i can play uno but that’s it lmao

44. what colour is your car? It’s dark blue and the roof is black

45. can you change a tire? i had to do it once and i hope i won’t ever have to do it again

46. your favourite province? i don’t really know what to say here lol

47. favourite job you’ve had? the one i have now at the kindergarten! (it’s not a real job actually, i‘m only doing a voluntary social year and right now i‘m at home because of corona)

48. how did you get your biggest scar? i had to get surgery on my foot because i had a juvenile bone cyst (?) so that‘s where i got my biggest scar from

49. favourite day of the week? Saturday

50. what did you do today that made someone happy? I ate breakfast outside with my favorite mug and my dog in my lap and it was just a very calm morning and i loved that

i‘m gonna tag @wildflowerkels because they‘ve been the last person to follow me according to tumblr (i‘m really sorry i just don’t know anyone on here i can tag, i hope you don’t mind) you also don’t actually have to do this, only if you want to! also if you scroll past this and like being tagged in things like this, let me know so i can tag you instead of people who are not expecting it!😭😅💫

#i just realized i misread the last question but fvck that i need to make myself happy too sometimes #i enjoyed doing this #tag games #honeslty if you scroll past this and feel like doing it then do it #i‘m always too scared to tag the people i think of because i don‘t want to weird them out and this here is already making my anxiety #go through the roof lmao #not 5sos

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vampqueersarchive · 5 years ago

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In a World Uncertain, Say You’ll be my Stone

Okay this is a original fic by me im sorry if its shit i was listening to an Alessia Cara song when I wrote this and used Troye songs in this as well idk its cute and i love it

Rating: G Word count: 4,427 Warnings: Accidental outing Summary: Freddie a makeup youtuber and his best friend Reese a singer decide to fake date after Freddie accidentally outs himself aka FRIENDS TO BOYFRIENDS (This is straight up fluff yo!)

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An annoying buzz was the first thing Freddie heard, a buzz he wanted to stop. Turning over with a groan he pulled his phone to his face, seeing his sister Katherine's name blinking across the too-bright screen. With weak still slow from sleep hands he finally answered with a sigh. "Hello-" He started voice gruff from just waking up. "You have got some explaining to do Mr." Katherine started in a soft, yet demanding tone. "Mum is going to kill you!" "Kat, the love of my life, Mum can kill me later, it's too early." He mumbled sleepily turning his face into the plush pillow. "Freddie, you're on the front page of every magazine, they caught you kissing Hayden." At that moment Freddie felt everything well up in his throat, suddenly all the drinks he had the night before had turned against him. He felt moments away from crying but also getting sick. "No..." he trailed off, "It can't be." he half-whispered to himself and his sister. "Kat, tell mum I'll call later." without letting her reply, he hung up his almost dead iPhone and did what he couldn't do on the phone. Freddie let himself cry, he couldn't believe he let himself get so absorbed into the night before. He could not believe he did what he promised himself he would never do until he felt that the time was right.

Freddie Barnes outed himself.

It wasn’t the fact that Freddie wanted to stay in the closet or the fact that he didn’t feel comfortable being himself. Hell no! That wasn’t Freddie, as most of Freddie's friends could attest to Bi Pride day he wore pink, lavender and blue as if his life depended on it. People. Biphobic people, homophobic people, transphobic, aphobic, nonbinaryphobic people were the ones he couldn’t handle. As strong as Freddie was he couldn’t handle all the hate that would be directed to him. Freddie knew the feeling all too well, back in Doncaster when he came out and all of his friends left him abandoned. Then a few years ago when his best friend came out and the internet flooded with so much love, but love is always drowned out by the unbearable hate. “Hayden,” Freddie spoke in a small brittle voice. Hayden Sanders his best friend who had to deal with all this hate long before, now getting even more all because of a drunken truth or dare game. All because of me Freddie thought to himself, It’s all your fault. Before Freddie could get any more down on himself a soft knock came from the other side of his door. “Come in” he softly spoke trying not to give the person an indication that he had been crying for the better part of an hour. Hayden slowly stepped through the door, looking about as rough as Freddie did. His long curls in an unruly heap that was meant to be a bun. Tear stain’s running from the waterline of his lashes, in long unforgiving streaks down to his chin. His clothes a wrinkled mess, still in the same outfit from the previous night. And worst of all he refused to meet Freddie gaze. “Hayden please look at me.” Freddie pleaded, his wobbly voice betraying him. However, Hayden still would not look into his eyes, he shuffled across the room towards Freddie bed taking Freddie tight in his arms and releasing the sobs Hayden tried so hard to keep in. This sent Freddie reeling, only tangling his fingers into Hayden’s lilac jumper, sending the tears he tried to hold back down his cheeks. “I’m so sorry Fredd.” Hayden whispered in his thick low voice. “I am so sorry.” Either of them could say any words, they only curled closer into the embrace. ~ It felt as though days past when Freddie woke up to the sound of glass clacking together. Sleepily rubbing the sleep from his eyes, pulling himself out of his large round bed and going to look for Hayden. With each step on the cold hardwood floor, Freddie remembered the hours before. The call from Katherine, another step Outing himself, another step Hayden coming crying, another step After being hit with a repeat of everything Freddie quickly made his way to his small kitchen, only to be face to face with Hayden. Hayden wasn’t himself, his usual bright cheeky smile reached his eyes. But now his eyes were dull, and his smile was just a fake one. As if he was trying to be strong for the both of them. “I made you tea, no milk like you like it,” Hayden said sliding a cup towards Freddie, placing his hands on the small island in the middle of the kitchen. “Freddie, I am so sorry. I can fix this I swear.” He pleaded, his smile faltering as his voice choked with the urge to cry. A few tetras weld up in Freddie's eyes only for him to shake his head. “H, there’s nothing you can do. What’s done is done. It was bound to happen at some point.” He shrugged, opening his arm nodding at his best friend to come in for a cuddle. “Now, all those fanfics of us will double, who knows maybe we’ll be some uni students looking for a new year’s kiss,” Freddie smirked as he sipped on his tea, causing Hayden to groan in response. “I didn’t even think of all the people that ship us. It’s rather cute though don’t you think.” Hayden mused, wrapping his arm around the small of Freddie back, making them connect seamlessly as they always do. Freddie giggled nodding, “I quite like the ones where we fake date each other to be honest. But that’s off the record Sanders.” The stern voice only to be compromised by the joyful expression, sending crinkles up to his eyes. A pleasant silence consumed the two of them before the elephant in the room became too much to bear. “Why don’t I call the lads?” Hayden suggested, looking at the wobble of Freddie's lip. “Please?” ~ Hours later and a distraction of pizza and makeovers lefts Freddie feeling better, that was until he decided to check his phone. As soon as he plugged in his rose gold iPhone, he went about his usual routine and clicked on twitter. As the app loaded Freddie nerves kicked in, dropping his phone to the ground causing Hayden, Ashton, and Liam to jump in their seats. As if in an instant, the boys were all wrapped tightly around Freddie, whispering sweet compliments into his hair. This went on until Freddie was finally calmed enough and stopped crying, mumbling a soft thank you in return. “Lads,” Hayden spoke up only nodding his head before it was just Freddie and Hayden in the room. “Freddie, I have an idea.” At this moment Freddie was up for any idea, that even included running through the streets of London with a bi-colored suit that read out “Freddie Barnes Is Bi” in big glittery letters. “Freddie I think we should fake date.” “Fake date?!?” Freddie screeched. “Hayden you have got to be kidding me, you finally got over all this hate about you being pan. You can finally kiss whoever you want in your videos without being bombarded with hate. Why would you do that?” Freddie whispered, looking down at his lap in defeat. “Fredd, I know how it feels going through this alone. I know how scary it can be, Freddie I don’t want my best friend to ever feel the same thing I did. Please let me help you for once.” Racking his brain with every negative outcome that could happen, Freddie suddenly was met with the widest pair of bright green eyes he had ever seen. At that moment Freddie knew all of his hindsight went out the window. “Okay, Hayden.” - It took Freddie a 30 minute laughing fit, followed by incoherent whispers of “I’m going to pretend to date my best friend” before anyone started to worry. Liam tried to help by bringing Freddie out some tea with lavender, to calm his nerves. While all the laughing made Ashton anxious and thus started to laugh too, causing Hayden to have to take a video of Ashton’s full out hollowing. When Liam finally came back in and connived Freddie to drink the tea, the room became far more relaxed. “So, someone please fill us in on what just caused all of that?” Ashton sounded horse from the laughing fit he just put himself through. “Hayden asked Freddie to fake date him,” Liam replied simply as Hayden nodded next to him. As soon as Liam spoke the hot tea came full force back out of Freddie's mouth in a spit take, sending him into a coughing fit. “Wait you knew?” Freddie coughed out. Liam just shrugged taking a sip of the tea he made for himself. “Who do you think gave him the idea? Look, Barnes, before you get all upset it’s better for the both of you. Coming at this purely from a pr standpoint, you can come out, be happy about your self, Hayden can spend more time with you, and either of you have to deal with any of the hate alone.” Ashton nodded, “Plus that means we can finally tweet about all the adorable shite you two do before you started to date.” He chipped in adding air quotes around ‘date’. “Fredd,” Hayden stated, “It’s the least I can do for you, and you have already done so much for me.” It took Freddie sometimes to think over it before he finally managed to agree. “So what’s our plan?” ~ Freddie knew exactly how this was going to go down, a simple coffee date, a few pap pictures, they hold hands news hits the stands, and then Freddie makes his coming out video. Even though having it all written down on paper helped, it also really didn’t. Things weren’t that simple. Freddie knew if they didn’t make this look believable enough it could all come shattering down around them. His nerves were in high gear making it almost impossible to even fill his brows properly much less try to do a flawless winged eyeliner. Holding up his rose lip liner from NYX he noticed his hands shaking making him even more nervous for the day. Adding his pink macaroon butter gloss, and then adding subtle glittered highlighter Freddie knew he was going to do this. And he was going to be the best fake boyfriend anyone could ever be. Well, that was until Freddie arrived at the coffee place. It was a small hole in the wall place that of course, Hayden would pick out. It looked like a try-hard hipster place that just didn’t feel right, maybe it was the deception he was about to do, or just the place itself but Freddie wasn’t sure about the plan any longer. As if on cue Hayden was right next to him, smiling his wide dimpled grin that melted the heart of everyone Hayden met, and Freddie could not be any more thankful for it at that moment. “H, what if we can’t do this?” Freddie whispered, trying to make sure that his fear didn’t lace his voice. Hayden only grinned wider in response, “I got you, I’ll keep you afloat.” Freddie felt his nerves melt instantly. His hands were no longer shaking, his racing heart slowly coming down to a soft tempo and everything clicking into place. - The date went much the same as any other time Freddie and Hayden are together, at least one picture of the other doing something silly, tons of banter and a few compliments (but of course Freddie still had to make at least one jab, now that Hayden is famous he doesn’t need an ego), and of course plenty of platonic kissing and cuddles. Now it felt so much more forced, causing Freddie to shy away every time Hayden’s hand lingered a bit too long. “Fredd,” Hayden spoke up trying to distract him from any negativity he may be having. “It’s just me it’s okay.” He tried to console only to make Freddie shy away more. “H, it just doesn’t feel right, it’s not for us anymore it’s for everyone.” Hayden could only frown in response as the waitress came to pick up their empty cups, “I’m sorry to intrude,” she started, a thick welsh accent rolling off her tongue “Would you mind if I get a picture?” The pair looked towards each other only to be interrupted by her laughing. “No with me silly, the two of you blokes. Hayden, I’ve been listening to your stuff forever, and Freddie you are just so sweet. The both of you just make me so happy, I kinda just want to see you two the same way.” They both agreed to get up from their seats cuddling close to each other for the picture, as she took the photo Freddie looked over and seen what she meant. Hayden looked so happy to be with Freddie, his eyes light up more than the stars in the night sky. Freddie wanted to name one for Hayden at that moment, but his thought was broken when Hayden asked she send the picture to him on twitter. Freddie knew at that moment everything was going to be fine. - “Fredd,” Hayden hummed out, as they walked out hand in hand into the chilled autumn air of London. Freddie only made a nose in return nuzzling his face into the sleeve of the brown leather jack Hayden sported. The conversation, however, was abruptly halted by the sounds of the camera’s clicking, and whispers of the people behind them. Freddie could only sigh in response before he smiled up at Hayden. “Come on, Boo lets give them something to take a picture of.” Before Freddie could comprehend what was happening, Hayden had to take Freddie and twirled him around, both of them giggling and squealing with delight as their two bodies left almost no space between them. There was a clear crimson blush lining both of there cheeks as another snap went off. Maybe they could do this. ~ The next day Freddie woke up to another annoying buzz of his phone, of course, he knew exactly who it was this time. Hayden's contact name popped up on the screen, Freddie couldn't help but smile and feel so much love when he saw it. “Hel-” He was cut off by screaming in the background from none other than Ashton. “Boo,” Hayden whined into the phone. “They released the pictures and Ashton won't believe me that we aren't dating.” Even though the phone Freddie could tell he was pouting. The usual Hayden pout where he tried to look all angry yet sad, and end up just looking like an oversized toddler. “Put the wanker on the phone,” Freddie giggled rolling his eyes. The phone switched over and a very excited scream erupted through the phone. “Holy shit, Ash can you be even more excited for a little fake relationship.” “Fredd you can't lie to me. I got those Irish instincts and you lot are lying.” Ashton huffed out in pride. Freddie could only smirk at the wildness of his friend. “Yeah, yeah Mr. Ireland. Give the phone back to curls now will ya.” “Give the phone back to curls! Now that's going on twitter.” Ashton shouted as the phone was handed back to Hayden. “Boo I thought you said you were going to fix this,” Hayden said in a mock sad tone. “But it's Ash, what will ya do?” Hayden chuckled out his thick voice spoke in a slow soothing hum, sending a pleasant wave of warm down Freddie's spine. Freddie nodded humming in response before he realized why Hayden called in the first place. “Did the pictures turn out well?” “Fredd don't worry everyone is talking about them, I'm pretty sure Frayden is trending on twitter right now. But I was meaning to ask you something?” “And what would that be the love of my life?” “Hah ha very funny Fredd, but Liam thought it would be a good idea if we did more stuff together. Ya know after you make your coming out video.” That hadn't even crossed Freddie's mind having to make that video, the video where he couldn't turn back. The video where he had to lie and say his best friend was the person he was dating. “Yea,” he whispered into the phone. “Hayden can you be there when I record the video, please I need it.” “You don't have to ask Fredd, you're my best friend. Our friendship comes first.” A smile spread across Freddie's cheeks sending crinkles to the corner of his bright blue eyes. “Come over tomorrow okay?” - Freddie spends the day procrastinating, usually, that meant going on twitter but that was the last place he even wanted to look at. Instead, he decided to do something big tomorrow. He was going to do a coming outlook. Putting on his old vans and a pink knitted beanie he went to the closest drug store and found everything he needed from NYX. Picking up white eyeliner, the ultimate shadow palette, and the matte lip cream in soule, Moscow, and Paris. As he headed for the check out a young boy came up to him and hugged him without any warning. “Hi, Freddie!” The young boy chirped in excitement, “My mum is letting me get makeup thanks to you!” The boy smiled his whole face lighting up. Freddie couldn't hold back the pride he felt in helping this little boy become confident and feel okay to wear makeup. “That's amazing little lad, make sure to-” Freddie was cut off by the little boy finishing his line “Get Nyx because Nyx is best!” the boy smiled hugging Freddie one last time before he went off to get his make up. Knowing by just having his makeup channel he made that much of a difference he knew coming out could only make an even better one. ~ “Thanks for watching everyone and I'll see you next time.” Freddie smiled huffing a sigh as soon as Hayden turned off the camera. “Fredd that was amazing you did so well.” Hayden grinned opening his arms pulling Freddie into a tight hug. “But I hope you realize you're gonna have to do a pan look for the next pride.” “Nahh, you can watch the tutorial.” Freddie giggled pulling away from the hug, finally getting to look in the mirror without so much anxiety running through him. Freddie felt amazing, light pink and purple on his upper lid, flowed into a blue making his eye pop and a white-winged linger flicking out to a dramatic curve. His lips mimicking the bi flag and the sliver and purple glitter lining his cheeks. He then looked up behind him where Hayden was sanding smiling at his best friend with so much pride. “Thank you for being here, H.” “Anything for you Boo,” Hayden said his thick warm voice filling the room. “Liam wanted me to talk to you about something though.” Freddie's mood dropped instantly thinking that he would have to go through his alone. All of his fears welling upon his face as Hayden looked back over to Freddie with a frown. “Fredd, no don't worry. It's nothing bad I promise.” He said taking Freddie's hand and leading him to sit on the bed. “He said we should try kissing in front of the paps, or even when we film one of the videos or when you come to my concert with in the next two months..” He trailed off slowly toning his voice into a mumble. Freddie didn't really know how to respond. He gently squeezed Hayden's hand to try and clam him a bit. “Liam wants to make it look natural?” Freddie asked tracing his finger along the lines of Hayden's anchor. Hayden could only blush and nod, “Um... Yea.” “Well let's practice.” Freddie leaned in first, tipping his head slightly to the left as Hayden leaned to the right. They both fluttered closed, as their lips connected in what Freddie felt like a spark. Freddie hands trailed up and tangled his fingers into the ends of his curls. Hayden moved his arms to wrap around Freddie's waist. The feeling of safety and love spread throughout Freddie traveling to his fingertips. His fingers felt like sparks as he tried to pull Hayden closer when their lips worked together in what felt like a perfectly tuned orchestra playing in a beautiful symphony. To Freddie, the world felt as if the world stood still until the moment they pulled apart. The pulled apart blinking at each other in a form of shock and content, giggling like school kids who kissed their crush out in the schoolyard. A blush spread across Hayden's cheeks only causing Freddie to smile wider. “Come on, Romeo” Freddie started. “Let's film our first video.” ~ The first month went by with ease for the most part. The fans and paps loved their chemistry. They became the most talked about couple in all of 2016 Kimaye be damned. The fans loved when the two of them started to live stream, and even when Hayden made Freddie sing one of his songs. (The hashtag Frayden Sing Youth trended for almost two days.) However, with all the love came hate. Many people would come on Freddie channel and just say he was using Hayden for fame. Others would send biphobic messages to Hayden over Freddie only to get blocked in return. But for the most part, they were accepted. Ashton wasn't helping on the casual dating front though. Every time the lads were together Ashton would tweet something cute they said or even post a picture. Ashton convinced their fans at one point they were living together and adopted a kitten when he posted a picture of Freddie kissing Hayden's cheek as Hayden held up a small sphynx kitten in his hand. In all everything was starting to become Freddie life. Every Tuesday film two videos of his own and maybe one with Hayden. Wednesday was their best friend breakfast date that over the last month turned into a fake dating date. And on the weekends Freddie helped Hayden filming for his new music video series. And today was finally the release of Wild and also the day of the concert. In all Freddie felt a bubble of excitement well up. To celebrate the event Freddie and Hayden were going to do a live stream of them dying their hair matching colors before the event. It was 10 o'clock and Hayden still wasn't there. The hour soon changed over and Hayden still wasn't there. Freddie didn't know what to feel, he tried calling and it was straight to voice mail, he tried texting and no response. It was only 3 hours until the video premiere so Freddie texted once more before starting the live stream. The stream ended as the video went up and Freddie couldn't be more stressed. He kept running his hands through his new bubble gum pink hair as he refreshed his phone waiting and hoping for Hayden. But no call no text, he got nothing from Hayden. That's when the night came crashing in when Freddie got a text from Liam saying “Hayden's sorry.” - Day's went by and there was still no message from Hayden, everyone was tweeting asking when the next live stream would be, or even asking if the two of them were okay. It took a full week before Freddie shut down on himself. Every time he looked in the mirror and saw pink it made him want to shave his head. When he saw the tattoos, he had to pull on a sweater before he would start to cry. One drunken night Freddie could not hold back his feelings anymore, so he called Ashton. “Fredd, hey are you okay?” Ashton's voice seemed just weak as Freddie did until he realized it was 3 am. “Ash, I made my best friend hate me, he won't even talk to me anymore. Why did I do this? Why did I say yes to him.” Freddie sobbed before his words became incoherent. The other end of the line was quite before Freddie whispered in a wrecked voice from crying, “Ashton?” “Barnes,” Ashton started. “H fell in love with you.” ~ Freddie woke up again the same way he woke up two months prior. His phone buzzing but this time it was Hayden. Freddie picked up but he couldn't talk he felt so weak like he couldn't. “Fredd,” Hayden whispered in a soft rough voice from what sounded to be crying. “Can I come in?” “Of course.” and with that, Freddie heard his front door unlock as Hayden made his way into the room. Freddie met him there opening the door and let him in. “So,” Hayden looked town paying with the hem of his pullover. “I guess the cats out of the bag.” Freddie laughed only going back to the stony expression he started with. “Don't you dare make me laugh Sanders I'm still mad at you.” the room went silent as Hayden looked up to meet Freddie's eyes. “Why didn't you tell me?” “Because, why would you love me back? You're Freddie Barnes, you are perfect and amazing, and my best friend. I never meant for it to get this far.” He said voice wobbling try to hold back his tears. “H, you're always going to be my friend, but-” “No Boo, don't 'but' me” Hayden pleaded but before he could get any more out Freddie pulled him into a kiss. “You're always going to be my friend first, and my boyfriend second.” - The two stayed intertwined for the next few hours, nothing could get in between them. They felt content in each other's arms as they talked about nothing and play with each other makeup. The two of them feeling so happy and comfortable with each other they knew it had to be fiat. It was days later when they finally deiced to post a picture. Hours before Hayden finally dyed his hair and they thought it would be the best time to show it off. The picture was posed with Freddie's pink hair and Hayden's soft mint hair as they sat cross-legged holding hands while they kissed then captioned it “Friends before anything else.”

~Fin~

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Should I Stay or Should I Go? (The Eighties Blasts Collection, Part 11.)

Description: Jim Hopper died as a hero. But with that, one certain problem rises up - who will now lead the cops of Hawkins? Hopper thought of that - he decided to write a letter, naming his niece, nineteen-year-old student of Indianapolis police academy, Y/N Hopper as a sheriff deputy in a letter. But anybody in the town doesn’t have a clue that being a cop in Hawkins is way more dangerous than it might seem.

Part Summary: Hopper Jr. is now going through a slight life crisis - she is hunted down by a Shapeshifter, he cabin is out of use and to plan something with the dinguses around is basically impossible.

A/N: I just wanted to have a few minutes to catch a breath and to let Hopper have a bit of fun with the boys. Chapter inspired by You're a Fighter along with Boys and Girls from the Stranger Things 3 original score by Kyle Dixon and Michael Stein.

Word Count: 5.6 K

Tagging: @charmed-asylum @nemodoren

Master list: The Eighties Blast Collection

The following morning was stressful and crazy, to say the least. Steve might have a day off from the video shop, but he still had to pretend that you're not in his room and that everything is just right and as it's supposed to be. He almost accidentally told his mom a few times. That was like walking on thin ice. He let you borrow some more of his clothes, making a promise that he'll stop in your cabin with you to take some of your clothes.

He unlocked the door to his bedroom once his parents left the house - you were just sitting on his bed in his sweats and an old t-shirt, reading through one of his magazines. You already sneaked through the whole room, looked at the photos of him and the kids, your personal favorites were the ones with Dustin, one with Robin where they were... Extremely close, you looked at his books that were just covered up in dust and his collection of movies. You even found a small photo album, clearly as old as the time, hidden under his pillow.

There were mainly photos of small boy Steve where he was just incredibly cute - messy hair, always dirty from the mud that was outside, in his baseball outfit. Then there was little Stevie walking his bike... And a picture of him and Nancy hugging, which wasn't that old. Were they... Dating before? But on the same page, there was a picture of you, hugging Steve with a big, toothless smile - that was the fourth of July and you were making yourself apples in caramel. You could remember that he was much taller than you when you were both just kids. His mom took you both there since Hopper had to stay at the station until eleven in night.

That night, the thing at Barb's treehouse happened. That memory made you chuckle as well.

But when Steve opened up the door, you were just casually laid down on the bed you've tidied up and you slowly turned your head to look at Harrington.

“Well, the house is empty, come out and do as you please. Brush your teeth, have a shower, have some breakfast, just like if you were at your place.” - Steve invited you into the house with a warm smile. When you walked into the hall, you were surprised. The inside of the house hasn't changed a bit since you were little. There was still a ton of photos of small Steve - there was still even the one where you, Nance, Johnathan and Steve were trick or treating for the first time ever. It was so embarrassing that it actually made you chuckle a bit.

"Eggs, bagels, Eggos?" - Steve yelled at you from the kitchen, making you jump a bit as you freaked out. - "Triple-Decker Eggos Extravaganza?" - You snorted and reminded Steve of the tower of unhealthy sweets put into one mash-up. Hopper never bought you a cake for your birthday - but he always made a tower of Eggo waffles, whipped cream, jelly beans bought on the gas station, Hershey's kisses and Reese's pieces. You loved it. And usually, you invited friends and he made Extravaganza for each of them to celebrate your big day.

"I don't think I can cook you such a masterpiece." - Steve said with a chuckle, leaning into the fridge to look what's in store.

"I had exactly this suspicion since you told me that you'll cook me something. Who's a chief who doesn't know how to cook a good Extravaganza?" - You said jokingly, pouring yourself a glass of milk. - "Eggs and some bagel will do, then."

"Right. Hop into the shower, do you want some fresh clothes?" - Steve asked and leaned into the fridge to get some eggs. You shook your head, leaving him all alone in the kitchen. You could remember that Steve was less than a bad cook back in your day - you just hoped that he finally learned how to cook. When you got out of the shower, the house smelled... Nice. It didn't smell like the whole house is on fire.

And when you got down to the table, you were rather pleasantly surprised - Steve was already eating and watching the news. There was a second plate which was surely for you. Mashed eggs were formed into a smiling face along with a few strips of bacon, two fresh bagels were leaned into the plate and a cup of fresh coffee was served along with your glass of milk.

"I didn't know how you like your coffee, so it's basically just colored water." - Steve smiled at you. He was clothed as well - having a pair of jeans and a polo shirt. He was looking like a million bucks and you, sitting there with your hair not combed, dressed in a t-shirt that was saying Go-Hawkins-Go!, clearly supporting local baseball team, and your jeans muddy from the yesterday's incidents, looked like a horrendous monster, to say the least.

"This is too nice of you. Thank you so, so much." - You smiled and Steve just smiled back before turning back to the TV once again.

"They already informed about Mrs. Duffer. They said that there's a killer set loose and it awaits their next victim. Poor people." - Steve said a bit ironically, looking right into his plate. You nodded and furrowed. - "We'll catch up with Dustin and Mike today. Lucas and Max went on a trip, Nance is at university and Robin is on her shift. I already told Dustin via radio, he said he'll tell Mike. But first, before we start to plan an ambush, we need to see the people who went missing in the last... Month."

"An ambush? You're calling it an ambush?" - You asked unbelievably whole you shoved some eggs down your throat. You were almost grinning. You were hunting down a Shapeshifter. And they were calling the whole plan an ambush? They were such children.

"We obviously need to lay out a trap, because I and other dinguses can't beat it on our own." - Steve said and you started to laugh since it was getting more and more ridiculous.

"Sure, Harrington, sure." - You stopped after a while and took a sip of your milk. - "I think that I'm afraid for my whole life, but I'm trying to hide all of under the surface and then I look mentally ill."

"Hopper was more and more aggressive and ironic - the closer the Demogorgon got close, the rougher he was. Or, that's what I always thought. Everyone has their tactics to stand against dangers and threats. Or Demogorgons for that matter." - The boy on the opposite side of the table said and then, he got up to wash the plate. Hopper. The typical American tough guy who tried to act the toughest he could.

In reality, you hadn't met anyone more loveable who would've had a bigger heart than he had. He was the typical family guy - man dressed up in denim jeans, flannel shirt with a beard. The man from your local family ad. But yeah, you knew that he could be short with his temper, like when he was helping you to build your first kite (he broke it four times) or when someone was laughing at you just because you didn't have such nice dresses and played baseball in your fifth grade. Or when you had your first argument over boys when you got to puberty. Yeah, he was short with his temper, but he calmed down rather quickly and tried to win you over with ice cream and chocolate.

But to see him stand up against a monster? You knew for sure that you didn't have a chance to get to know this Hopper. But you somehow got the feeling that you'll be the same person when it comes to action.

You left the Harrington residence before it was nine o'clock - Steve insisted on taking you in his car since it was newer, fresher and not so far. He also was making sure that you won't leave him standing somewhere in the city. First, you drove to your cabin to pack some clothes, including a few t-shirts, jeans, sweats and a lot of sweatshirts and underwear.

You and Steve still had to think through how will he tell his mom why woman underwear can be found in his dirty clothes, but he just said that you shouldn't be worrying about that since you had bigger problems. Thank God, Shapeshifter couldn't be seen - it wasn't watching you, it wasn't hiding in the cabin, you were alone and safe.

Then, Steve drove you to the police station and parked on the small parking lot. He bought himself a cup of coffee from Dunkin' Donuts and listened to the songs on the radio, watching the surroundings.

You were in a completely different position - you walked inside the station, but you were visibly nervous. To cover the bruise on your forearm, you put on a long-sleeved turtleneck, covering it in Steve's Go-Hawkins-Go! t-shirt. Flo almost instantly noticed that you're pale and trembling the hell out.

"You look awful, darling. What are you doing here?" - She stood up and smoothed your face lightly. You smiled at her, pouring yourself a glass of water.

"I'm... I'm good. I need to speak with Stanford and to... Search through some cases." - You looked at her and then sat on the opposite side of the table, looking at her in the eyes. - "I think I found out something that links all the missing persons."

"So you want to copy the folds?" - Flo rose her eyebrows and you completely stiffed for a few seconds, thinking about everything. - "You're so much alike, darling. Hopper was just like you when he was younger - copying folds and cases, photos and notes, sitting at home in the evening and thinking about it. He fell in love with his job since the day he started here. I won't tell Stanford if you promise me that you won't show anyone else."

"I promise I won't, Flo. Please, bring me copies of the missing person from last month and Mrs. Duffer's case. I will talk to Stanford in the meantime." - You smiled at the old lady, exhaling out loud. You were lucky that Flo knew both you and Hopper. She was there when Jim started his job as a normal police officer until the moment he became the chief. And she was there even when you started there as well.

Then, when Flo disappeared in the back for the files, you knocked on your boss's door. Before you disappeared inside, Anderson gave you a begging look. You knew what was going on - he sent you to the site, he gave you the case, he was the cop responsible for what happened to you.

But you rose your fingers holding the glass and gave him a slight smile along with a small nod - he could be sure that he's safe. You didn't plan to tell Stanford that he sent you there.

"Good morning, chief." - You stuck your head inside when Stanford invited you. One look at you and immediately, Stanford could say that you're sick.

"Good morning Miss Hopper. I will immediately say that you're here to take a few days off?" - Stanford stood up and moved a chair so you could sit on it. - "I mean it, Hop. You look awful."

"Oh, yeah, that's why I'm here, definitely." - You said almost immediately in response, nodded and took another sip from the glass. - "I think I caught some cold, I almost didn't get up from bed, my muscles hurt... I need to visit the doctor's."

"You don't look good at all, Hopper. Take a week or two off. You were doing so well, it's alright to occasionally take a few days off. You're a good cop." - Stanford stood up and leaned his ass into his desk, watching you. You slowly nodded, giving him a slight smile. - "That's a deal, then. Give me a call once you feel fine. We'll miss you. What about your tests? How does that go?"

"First grades of this year were straight As, so I'm hoping to keep the score, sir. I hope you write me a good review." - You joked around and laughed. You sat in the office for a few minutes, so Flo should have the papers copied already. So slowly, you got up and smiled at Stanford, who was still watching as you were leaving.

"You can be sure, Hopper. You're a great addition to our team, so why would I do you any harm? See you when you'll feel good." - He waved at you lightly and turned around to look at the paperwork on his desk. Two weeks. Fourteen days. That was enough to catch the Shapeshifter in your opinion.

Flo secretly passed you a fold full of freshly copied papers that were still warm. So Hopper was doing the same things? He was taking the work home?

Sure, sometimes you saw him thinking over a case while he smoked a cigarette at home in the evening when he couldn't fall asleep, but this must've happened way often. What was Hopper's life like without you? Were you really that much like your uncle?

It took you ten minutes - to get the files and to talk out a holiday with Stanford. Steve was surprised since he parked literally a few seconds ago since he took you a coffee and a few donuts at Dunkin' Donuts.

"You're done already? I thought that they'll be having you there at least for twenty minutes." - Steve told you when you sat beside him. You furrowed and looked at him. - "Cops are so serious all the time, so I'd say that they are doing the administrative a seriously long time. That was an attempt to be funny." - Steve protected his ass with this excuse while he gave you his cup of coffee and started the engine again.

"You're joking about my profession, Steven. Don't forget that I can still kick you goddamn ass in an instance. I'm only playing sick for fourteen days." - You took a sip from your cup, unbelievably gazing out of the window. He was playing on thin ice.

"I was joking, Hopper, I was joking. Calm down. Don't forget where you're living now." - Steve looked at you while you were waiting on the green light, while Queen were playing in the car.

"Oh, I can live at Mike Wheeler's basement, can't I?" - You answered ironically, taking another sip. Jesus, that coffee was delicious. Steve knew what he was buying. He mumbled something like You totally can live with Mike, I dare you to. - "But really, is fourteen days enough?"

"Sure, more than enough. It took only a week to find the Mindflayer and to discover a super-secret Russian base underneath the mall in the summer and most of the time, I was wearing that Scoops Ahoy uniform. And I was looking like a million bucks." - Steve answered from his focused gaze watching the street in front of the car. He leaned his head towards you, motioning you to give him a sip.

"This is extremely dangerous and as a cop, I don't like this whole situation at all." - You need to say that you giggled, while Steve tried to drive straight but drink coffee at the same time. You just liked that boy, he could be funny at times.

"But it's hilarious. My favorite trick. Ladies are going crazy from this." - Steve gave you a big smile and you just rolled your eyes, taking a sip of your coffee.

The car stopped in front of Wheeler's residence ten minutes before ten o'clock. But you weren't getting out of his car - instead, he took his donuts and coffee and looked at you. - “Well, take the radio from under your seat and call Dustybun.”

“You can't do that on your own, Harrington?” - You mumbled and almost threw your cup of coffee at Steve, almost spilling out his. You found the radio, which was pretty messy - there were pieces of food stuck on it, a clear stain from coffee and... Oh, Lord, what was the last thing? Did you want to know? - “This is just fucking disgusting.”

“Shut up and call Dustin before I let go of at least one of the cups.” - Steve mumbled, barely holding everything in his hands. You slowly exhaled and pushed the buttons on the radio.

“Dustin? Hopper here. Do you copy?” - You asked, watching Mike's house, but then you turned your head to look at Steve and it was way more interesting. His balancing was on point, you needed to admit.

“Yeah. Why do you have Steves radio?” - Dustin asked with a true interest in his voice, but you just turned the radio again and chuckled. - “Don't worry about that douche, he's here and he's trying to impress me.”

“Is he?” - Dustin asked back, but it didn't sound like a joke at all. But Steve just panicked, leaned to the radio and gave you a short look. You rather turned the radio and put it to Steve's lips. - “You tell another word and your ass is grass, you're dead Handerson, do you copy?” - Steve hissed into the radio. Dustin just hummed in response. - “Now tell little Wheeler to move his little tush and open up the door, or I'll let go of two cups of coffee which weren't exactly the cheapest. Copy, over and kill.”

After that, you sat there with your lips parted, having a daring smile on your lips. - “All right, okay. What was that, Harrington? Are you threatening a small kid?”

“No, I just politely told him to mind his own damn business. Will, you be so nice and take your things already?” - Steve almost threw your pack at you and you were just laughing when you got off the car. Mike stood there already, waving at both of you.

“You have everything?” - Mike asked, leading you to his basement. At that moment, Karen came to look at what's happening. She was rather surprised to see both of you standing in the hall of your room.

“Hopper? Steve? What you're doing here?” - She went to hug you in a mother-like way, smiling at the both of you. Mike just widened his eyes and he was about to protest, but you knew your way with parents. Your parents, Mike's parents, Hopper - you knew your way.

“We would like to go camping for a weekend with the kids. Since anyone else is in the town, Nancy is at school and Robin isn't available, we just have an early meeting, to sketch our schedules, like when I should have a weekend off, and these, you know, it is a lot to plan.” - You chuckled. You spoke so calmly and everyone in the room just bought you the story. Even these two who knew you're just blatantly lying were buying it.

“Yeah, yeah.” - Mike nodded, being overly dramatic. - “We want to go camping with Steve, Hopper, Robin, and Nance. Maybe having Jonathan and Will would be really nice, so, we really have to go and... Talk.”

“Yeah. It was my idea originally.” - Steve said proudly while Mike continued on his way to the basement door. You just grabbed his jacket and dragged him behind Mike. - “You wish to come up with an idea like this.” - Karen only grinned and walked back to the kitchen.

“Dustin, you should've seen it. Y/N just thought a lie on the spot and it was so good that my mom believed all of it.” - Mike said to Dustin and sat down on an old couch. It was messy and smelled funny, but you didn't say a word. - “I didn't know that cops can lie as you do.”

“It was good, all honor to you, Hopper.” - Steve showed you a thumb up and took a bite of a chocolate donut. You sat next to Dustin, saying hi to him.

“You think of me as of a cop, but you all forget that Jim Hopper was my uncle and almost something like a dad.” - You grinned at Steve. - “I had to come up with sorts of crazy apologies and lies. But I think that Hopper knew about each one of them.”

Then you actually got to the unpacking of the fold Flo printed out for you. There were six people gone missing in the spawn of the last month - old Mrs. Duffer and that boy Alex. You put those ones away since you thought that Shapeshifter won't take their looks again.

There were two men from the nearby factory who got lost on the same day, but really, you found it improbable that the Shapeshifter would take out two men at once. The last two people was a girl around Mike and Dustin's age and a man, who looked like he will climb out of the picture and will eat you alive.

Just when you establish on who did you thought could be really killed by the Shapeshifter and who just got lost or decided to leave. You were left with the young girl, killed Mrs. Duffer and Alex, the small boy.

But everyone was still a suspect.

Karen brought you lunch down to the basement when you were sitting there for two hours already. It was a plate of grilled chicken breasts with vegetables and potatoes. And it was totally delicious.

While you were eating, there was time to finally discuss the ambush as Steve called it. Mike Wheeler had surprised you with an amount of knowledge about ambushes and Demogorgons in general.

"We have to take it somewhere where we know it and where we're sure about what we're going to do. We can't let it take play the surprise card." - Mike said with his mouth full. Your gaze wandered around as you chewed grilled meat. To be honest, you kinda didn't know what they were talking about at all. You've never hunted down a Demogorgon, you've never seen it in action, you've never fought against it.

"He means that we have to know our surroundings - it would be truly a dumbass move to take it to the woods or somewhere out there, where our hands are tied and we're practically blind. Knowing your surroundings does a lot." - Dustin explained what Mike had said to you and you hummed back in response. That made sense.

"What if we take it somewhere where we've already fought it?" - Steve tried to say something meaningful to the subject.

"Hopper wouldn't be glad if we would break her cabin like we did in the summer, we've already rampaged the public pool, we've fought it in Will's house, in the wood, the car graveyard and who can forget Starcourt?" - Mike started to list on his fingers, looking Steve in the eyes.

"You mean school?" - Dustin asked Steve. Steve clearly didn't mean school, but it made him appear smart, so he slowly nodded, testing the waters. - "Mike, that's actually a good idea. I knew you were smart sometimes, Steve!" - Dustin stood up and Steve truly didn't know if he should be offended or complimented. - "It's not too hard to get into the school in the evening, we'll just beg mister Clarke to borrow us his keys to the radio room. Hopper will act as the responsible adult who will promise to stay there with us after closing hours. She's a cop, so no-one will question it."

"And I'm not a responsible adult?" - Steve asked offendedly, looking at Dustin, who just giggled right into Steve's face.

"Steve, you're everything but adult and responsible. On the other hand, you're the best babysitter that Hawkins's basketball team has ever seen." - Dustin patted Steve's shoulder in a friendly way, but you furrowed as a new wave of insecurity rose inside of you. Your silent voice practically muted down the bickering between Steve and Dustin.

"What if it won't work along?" - You asked silently, but even if the question didn't sound like it had too much sense in it. Everyone just questioned it while you straightened up. - "What if it's not after me? What if I and Mr. Mom here wrong and it was just a coincidence that it found me. It maybe isn't out to hunt me down. Maybe it's just hunting down literally anyone that crosses their path."

Everyone shut up for a moment and looked somewhere in the distance. That was a valid question and an argument that had an actual point.

"We need to test the theory out, I guess." - Dustin said quietly and Mike looked at him.

"No. No. No. No. I know that look, dickheads and yeah, that's a no." - Steve said loudly, standing up, laughing almost unbelievably. No-one else was laughing though. You didn't know what was going on and even if the boys did know what was going on, they weren't laughing at all.

Steve stood up, put his palms on his lips and swiftly licked his lips, looking at every one of you. - "And there's too little of us to stand against that. No. Don't ever bring that up again."

"Calm down, Harrington, she doesn't even know that we talked about her." - Mike looked at you and you just rose your eyebrows. You truly didn't have a clue that the boys were talking about you.

"What does that have something to do with me? Why are you standing? Sit the hell down, babysitter." - Your palm tugged Steve's denim jacket to sit down, while you let Mike and Dustin speak their minds.

"There was the first Demogorgon two years ago. It dragged Will to the Upside Down and it had eaten Barb. But Nancy and Jonathan figured out that the Demogorgon is something like a shark. It senses blood from miles away - they cut their palms to attract it. It worked the last time at least..." - Mike told you quietly and you just looked at your palm, opening and closing it once or twice.

"So you want me to cut my palm so we could to lure the monster inside the school?" - You asked worriedly. - "What if it doesn't work? What will we do then?"

"That's why we need to test it out, Hopper. That's when the old car graveyard can come on handy. We can use the bus as a barricade again." - Dustin mumbled, visibly surprised by the brightness of his plan.

"The Shapeshifter is smart. Perhaps even intelligent. It uses tactics, and not just hunting ones. It tried to scare me when I was in my cabin, it tapped on the windows, scratched it." - You looked at the boys and licked your lips. - "What I'm trying to say is that it probably won't just fall for the trap that easily."

"We'll be prepared. There will be Lucas, Max, I and Dustin, you and Steve. Maybe even Nance and Robin. And that's eight people against one Shapeshifter - at both school and the car graveyard. We stand a fair chance." - Mike said and you actually believed him that he believes that you can really make it. - "And if it's smart, just like you're saying, Hopper, it will run away from the graveyard. It will definitely know that it's in danger."

You looked at Steve without pretty much nothing in your face. Steve didn't agree, not a bit, but at least he sat back on his damn ass. - "It's a good idea, Harrington. You've been there with me, maybe the Shapeshifter is after both of us?"

"Nice try, but I'll gladly stay out of your trouble. But, if you want to test it out, I guess we're testing it out." - Steve agreed with you, but you could say it doesn't bring him any happiness.

"Yeah. Let's plan this whole thing out, shall we?" - You asked the boys and took a small notebook and a pen which was Mike giving you.

Both you and Steve alongside Dustin were leaving the Wheeler's residence just half an hour before five o'clock and half an hour before Steve's parents came home and you had to be locked in his room. Two pictures were hanging just above the driver's seat, so you always saw the faces of the two lost persons.

Slowly, you drove Dustin home and after that, Steve drove you both to his home. He helped you with the bag to your room, you hid the file in your room and he locked you inside as he went to greet his parents.

In Mike Wheeler's house, there was everyone already sitting at the table, including Nancy and Ted. Karen was looking at Mike, her eyes constantly running back to him and then to Holly. Until Mike asked her what's up with her.

"I was thinking about Jim's goddaughter and Steve." - Karen tried to think about how to slowly lean into the subject she was interested in.

"What about them?" - Mike asked back annoyedly, playing with his food, looking at Nance. She was truly surprised that her mom has seen you together. Mike told her that you were there to have a small meeting, talking about the Demogorgon, but what the hell did your mom see?

"I just think they're looking really nice together, that's all. Are they dating?" - Karen casually asked from serving the fresh salad on her plate, having a contented smile on her face. Nancy and Mike looked at each other, prepared to defend your name if they found it necessary.

"I'm sure they aren't." - Nancy said and took a sip of her lemonade. - "If they were dating, Steve wouldn't be able to shut his mouth about it."

"Yeah, I think so." - Mike agreed with his older sister immediately - they were able to be a great team when the situation demanded them to be one.

You, at the same time, were sitting on the floor of Steve's floor when the lock suddenly unlocked. You hoped that it's Steve with some food, but instead, Mrs. Harrington walked in first followed by Steve. At least, she was holding a plate of food, putting it on Steve's desk.

You immediately stood up and your cheeks reddened when you thought about what you're going to say to Mrs. Harrington. But she just smiled at you, waving you off.

"Steve already told me what happened. I didn't know that deers can have rabies or that they're so aggressive during it. I heard it broke your door in the early morning?" - She stood up and looked at you. The worst thing about all of this was that she was deadly serious.

So, Steve thought that deers could catch rabies. And he obviously told his mom that deer which caught rabies is why you're practically living in their house. And she believed it. That boy was either a total genius or a complete, utter idiot.

"Oh, yes. It suddenly just speeded into my door and broke the wood in half, so... I need to buy another door." - You nodded and fidgeted your fingers on your belly. Mrs. Harrington looked at Steve for a while and then she waved him off and shut the door.

"Or, if it is because you feel alone there, honey, you can talk to me." - She hummed, gently soothed your cheek and caught your palms in hers. - "I know it's been a lot and that living on your own isn't funny. You have anyone to talk to, you woke up and it's empty and when you go to sleep, it's also empty." - That was true. It was awfully empty at the times you were just coming home from work. You sat down on the armchair, took the leftovers from lunch and subconsciously waited on Hopper. You usually slept in the armchair, waiting for your godfather to open the door and come in.

"No, it's just rabies. I'll just get the window repaired and buy a new door and then I'll come back to my cabin. I'll be here for a week if I can." - You smiled back and she nodded. - "Thank you for your hospitality. It means so much to me."

"As for that... Dean still doesn't know you're here and it would probably be better if it stays this way until you move back. It's silly, I know, but Dean would not understand as I and Steve do.” - She told you and hugged your shoulders with one arm and you let her. - “And if anything happens, if you need something, just call me Catherine, alright?”

After that, she left you in the room and Steve walked in with the glass of lemonade which Mrs. Harrington served you.

“I need to tell at least my mom since she does the laundry and she would notice that the food would disappear.” - Was one of the last things Steve had told you that night.

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autumnrory · 5 years ago

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50 questions you’ve never been asked.

i was tagged by @ifthiswasmovie thank u!!

1. what is the colour of your hairbrush? the one i use most is black, i’ve got a blue one too

2. a food you never eat? i am truly the pickiest person but i guess i’ll tolerate vegetables i don’t like in certain meals, so i’m gonna say mushrooms

3. are you typically too warm or too cold? too cold i think

4. what were you doing 45 minutes ago? watching star wars

5. what is your favourite candy bar? reese’s (they’re not a bar do they count? otherwise twix)

6. have you ever been to a professional sports event? yes! i used to go to hockey games when i was a kid and i’ve at least been to baseball too maybe football once? hard to say

7. what is the last thing you said out loud? i don’t remember but it was to my mom a few minutes ago

8. what is your favourite ice cream? if we’re just going like single flavor, then chocolate, but i like the ones that have stuff like brownie or peanut butter cups or something the best

9. what was the last thing you had to drink? milk

10. do you like your wallet? yes it was a gift it’s cute

11. what was the last thing you ate? i’m eating a cupcake rn

12. did you buy any new clothes last weekend? um no i ordered a new purse though (after buying a bunch of clothes over the last couple weeks lmao)

13. the last sporting event you watched? uh i guess i might’ve seen snippets of the super bowl? we were eating dinner during the halftime show so

14. what is your favourite flavour of popcorn? i do like cheesy popcorn but i’m content with the regular stuff

15. who is the last person you sent a text message to? uhh i think it was our group text i guess i was directly responding to my pal sara

16. ever go camping? i think i went a couple times for girl scouts and then once with school

17. do you take vitamins? no

18. do you go to church every sunday? definitely not

19. do you have a tan? i’m a ginger

20. do you prefer chinese food or pizza? ooh i love both but probably chinese a little bit

21. do you drink your soda with a straw? i don’t drink soda much only if it’s all my parents have when we get fast food i usually just get myself water so

22. what colour socks do you usually wear? i’m pretty much always wearing socks with animals or s/t on them i might have more with neutral colored backgrounds but idk

23. do you ever drive above the speed limit? yeah but not like too much lmao

24. what terrifies you? a lot bc i have Anxiety

25. look to your left, what do you see? a couch, my dog

26. what chore do you hate? sweeping sdfkjs we have so much pet hair

27. what do you think of when you hear an australian accent? nothing?? but the question made me think of chase on house since i’m rewatching that rn

28. what’s your favourite soda? i guess coke is the best lmao

29. do you go in a fast food place or just hit the drive-thru? both but usually go in

30. who’s the last person you talked to? my mom

31. favourite cut of beef? brisket i guess?? i had to google cuts of beef sdkjfkjs

32. last song you listened to? so long by niall horan

33. last book you read? three weeks with my brother by nicholas sparks

34. favourite day of the week? friday and saturday

35. can you say the alphabet backwards? with a lot of thinking ya

36. how do you like your coffee? i like frappucinos

37. favourite pair of shoes? my black over the knee boots

38. at what time do you normally go to bed? 1 or 2 am

39. at what time do you normally get up? 10 am much later on weekends

40. what do you prefer, sunrise or sunsets? i’m not a morning person so sunsets

41. how many blankets are on your bed? i have a quilt and a thin blanket i usually only use the blanket under my covers unless it’s super cold

42. describe your kitchen plates. there are fruits around the edges to match our kitchen

43. do you have a favourite alcoholic beverage? rum and coke is my go to at bars mostly bc unless i have a menu i have no idea what the mixed drink options are i like the fruity pink ones

44. do you play cards? not really? i used to sometimes i guess

45. what colour is your car? red

46. can you change a tire? absoluetly not

47. what is your favourite province? uh i don’t have one

48. favourite job you’ve ever had? well i’ve only really had two i guess i liked my internship a lil better than what i’m doing now unless i can count petsitting bc that’s the best

49. how did you get your biggest scar? uh it’s pretty small but when i was like four i ran into my dad’s desk and cracked my head open

50. what did you do today that made someone else happy? i helped my mom order things online

uhhh say i tagged you if you want!

#about me #hope i got all these

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writershapeholeonthedoor · 5 years ago

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Counting Stars - Shoot (Root x Sameen Shaw)

Fandom: Person of Interest

Relationship: Root/Samantha Groves x Sameen Shaw

Tags: Romance, dorks, idiots in love

Rating: All

Read on AO3

This is my first Person of Interest fic, so please let me know if I screwed up at some point! Also, english is not my first language. If there's something wrong, let me know.

It has been a long night. Not because she had to work – she was sure it would have gone a lot faster if she had – but because Shaw couldn’t sleep for more then half an hour at a time, waking up at every single noise she heard, expecting to see Root finally home after her newest mission. It has been three days. Only three days, Shaw tried to tell herself, but not being able to rest without Root had become a common thing.

Another thing to blame her for. She thought with a heavy sigh. The line in front of her was larger than usual, but that was the cheaper coffee around the area and she really, really, needed that to stay awake for the rest of the day. Going to that coffee shop had also become a tradition when Root was not around and her sleeping routine went all crazy.

Rolling her eyes, Shaw pulled the wallet from her pocket and looked at the coins she had there. 2,55c. She could buy a coffee and a donut, but then she would not have enough money to buy coffee for herself tomorrow. Shaw hated that she let her financial life get so out of control that she had to plan how many times a week she could drink coffee, but honestly it wasn’t her fault. The Machine really should start to add “you could possibly die” in their paycheck. Not to mention that, since she started dating Root, Shaw had spent a lot more money with things that she didn’t used to before. Like dinners in restaurants Root said she would like to meet, or the expensive stupid almond milk because turns out the hacker was lactose intolerant.

The guy in front of her finally took his final step to reach the teenager girl behind the bar, both of them looking like they could use a day off. Shaw sighed again. She would have more money in a week, she just had to tolerate that awefull coffee and the huge line for another day or two. And it’s not like she was starving, she had just spent a lot of her money to buy a new couch and was trying to save some to get the new bed she saw when she was getting the couch.

It has nothing to do with the fact that Root was complaining about her sore back. Not at all. It’s because her forniture had indeed see better days and the store started a huge sale, so Shaw took the chance. Not because Root kept rolling in bed all night. Not because Root had comment about the large Orange spot under one of the couch’s pillows (in her defence, the spaghetti slided off by himself).

Shaw watched while the guy finally – finally – moved out of her way after changing his order three times. The girl only looked up to give another sigh when Shaw took a step foward.

“Hank’s Coffee, what can we get you today?”

Shaw could not find in herself to be mad at the teenager. It was seven a.m. and she was working in coffee shop that clearly had better days, the girl could be a little grumpy if she wanted. “Coffee, black.” Understanding it didn’t mean that Shaw herself had to be polite.

The girl sighed heavly again, turning her back to go to the coffee pot behind her. “One second.”

Before Shaw could do anything else, she felt her cellphone vibrate in her back pocket and quickly reached for it. Not because she was hoping it was Root, not at all. She was just hoping it would be Reese telling her he got coffee for everybody. Yet, even if she told herself that, the small side smile that crossed her face crushed it all down.

“Got back, going to meet you for breakfest, sweetie.”

Shaw didn’t bother to answer or ask Root if she needed the adress – the hacker had the best GPS in the world in her ear. Putting her phone back, Shaw saw that the girl was back, sliding a small cup across the bar. It definitelly didn’t smelled like coffee, but it looked like it, so Shaw was going to take it without complain because the day she found this place the coffee was absolutelly not black. Brown, a brown coffee. She remembered.

“Anything else?” The girl was clearly ready to move on to the next cliente, but Shaw looked down at the glass and made a small calculation.

“Give me one of these donuts and another coffee.” She was not going to be able to buy herself that small cup of coffee tomorrow, but whatever. Root is back. It sounded like a mantra in her head, even if Shaw was pretending not to hear it.

The attendent let another loud sigh go out before grabbing a paper bag from somewhere to stuff one of the donuts inside. She quickly put it with the coffee after grabbing another cup and roll her eyes. “Anything else?”

Shaw thought for a second to ask to see something else just to piss her off, but quickly changed her mind. She wanted to be out of there as soon as possible. “That’s it.”

“2,50.”

Shaw had just handed the money to the girl when she felt someone slidding to stand by her side. She didn’t had to turn around to see who was it. Her body had a way to tell her when it wasn’t Root invading her personal space and she had learned to trust it after almost punching the other woman in her chin. Not turning around while the girl moved her hand around the registrator to find her change, Shaw handed one cup to Root, before slidding the bag with the donut towards her.

Putting her 0,05c back in her pocket, Shaw grabbed her own coffee and finally turned around to leave, trying not to think how Root always seemed to take her breath away. Root waited until they were outside – a rarity – before saying anything.

“Good morning, sweetie.”

Shaw drank half her cup before replying, keeping her eyes fixed ahead. “How was it?”

She didn’t had to turn around to know that Root had a gentle smile on her face. Much of their job was to observe, so Shaw knew that it was a kind of smile that the hacker gave only to her and it was never easy to ignore how her chest seemed a little bit tighter when she saw it.

“Ah, the normal. Some shots here and there.” Root let go a chuckle, finally sipping in her cup. Shaw knew it tasted like shit, but Root didn’t say a thing about it. “You didn’t miss anything fun.”

“Would hate the opportunity to shoot someone.” Shaw tried not to show too much interest while Root opened the donut bag and took a bit of it. The coffee was shit, but their donut was actually pretty good.

“Thank you for breakfest, sweetie.” The other woman used that tone that made something inside Shaw ignite. It was a mix between sarcasm, used only to piss her off, and sincerity, that made her more confused than the sarcasm thing. Root used that voice when Shaw did something she found cute.

I kill people, I’m not cute and I don’t do anything cute. Shaw almost growled to herself. Instead of answering – because she never knew what to say when she was spoken to like that – Shaw made a turn around to cross the street. They were just two blocks from the subway now.

“Did you just got back?” Shaw drank what was left from her coffee and threw the plastic cup in the trash can.

“Yep, just out of the train.” Root took another bit from the donut, shaking her head up and down to add some affect in her answer. Shaw wanted to ask her where she was that she took a train back, but choose to bit her tongue instead. “Want a bite?” The hacker asked, already moving the bag towards Shaw.

Not the one to recuse food, the shorter woman took a large bite out of the donut, ignoring Root’s smile, not stoping her walk. “You should go rest.”

“I will, I’m just walking you to work, sweetie.” Root bumped their shoulders together, making Shaw roll her eyes.

“You will have to go back three blocks.”

Root shrugged, finishing the donut and sipping her coffee. “Don’t mind.”

Shaw had to bite her cheek to stop a smile when she saw the woman’s face when she dranked the coffee, but, again, Root didn’t said a thing about it. “Did you like it?”

She almost missed the quick frown in Root’s face. “Yeah, it’s good.”

“For someone who had used like a thousand different identities, you are a terrible lier.” The former marine actually chuckled to that, bringind a bright smile to Root’s lips.

“Maybe you just know me too well.” Root fired back, throwing the cup in the next garbage can that crossed their way. “But yes, breakfast in on me tomorrow.”

“You know I will not let you forget that you just promissed me food.” Shaw could see the subway entrancy already.

The taller woman laughed delighted, shaking her head while slowing down her pace, bringind both of them to a stop just a few feets from the woman’s final destination. “I hope you don’t, I didn’t say what we’re going to eat after all.” Her wink only made Shaw blush a deeper shade of red. “See you later, sweetie.” Root took a step foward, bringing her hands to rest in Shaw’s shoulders to stop her to take a step back unconcionsly. “Have a nice day at work.” She kissed Shaw’s lips before the other woman could react and was out of her personal space before the shorter woman could punch her in the face.

Shaw was stuck in place for a couple of seconds, watching, like it was a movie right in front of her eyes, how Root’s smile almost reached her ears when she took one step back, then another one, then another one, then another one, before turning around and walking away in the direction they had just came from. Shaw shook her head to clean her thoughts, finally turning to enter the subway. She would never say it aloud, but it was worth it to go a day or two without coffee.

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