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steddiecameraroll · 6 months

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both POVs on ao3

Eddie comes to a skidded stop outside the sailor themed ice cream shop. His Sam Goody bag slams into his shin from the sudden movement.

“Ow, shit.” He winces but tries to ignore the pointed pain from the corner of one of his brand new tapes poking his leg, and stares ahead at what he imagines must be an illusion.

Steve The Hair Harrington has his arm deep into some chocolate looking concoction, and suddenly Eddie wants to taste it. He’s not even much of an ice cream guy but this he cannot pass up.

Like a siren’s song, the little polyester shorts the sailor man is wearing calls to Eddie. He wonders if he could slide both of his hands up through the bottom of the legs.

Eddie steps into the bright lights and his ears fill with some ridiculous theme music. He wonders if Steve has ever tried to disembowel the sound system. Eddie would help him if he wanted assistance.

“Ahoy there!”

Eddie stands back watching Steve interact with a group of old classmates. He recognizes the young women from a couple of his classes last semester. Steve’s clearly flirting with them and missing by a mile.

Eddie hates to admit, even to himself, watching Steve fumble brings a smidge of joy to his heart. He may not be delusional and think that means he has a chance with Steve, but it does give him some kind of weird twinkle of hope anyway.

Right after the gaggle of women walk away, Eddie sees Steve lower his head and bang it gently on the countertop causing his adorable little hat to slip from his head.

“Buck up sailor boy,” Eddie grabs Steve’s hat and spins it around his finger.

Steve jolts and stands up, gawking at Eddie. “Munson? What are you…that’s my hat.” Steve snatches the regulated uniform accessory from Eddie’s finger and clutches it in his hand.

Eddie lets his eyes drag down the part of Steve’s body not hidden by the countertop, before flicking back to Steve’s face.

“Love the outfit, by the way. Really finishes off the whole ambiance.” Eddie wiggles his fingers around the space emphasizing the environment.

“I know it’s ridiculous, dude. You don’t have to rub it in.” Steve puts his hand on his hip and cocks his weight onto the opposite foot.

“Oh no, you misconstrue, my good man.” Eddie leans further into his hands coming closer to Steve’s face. “If I’m rubbing anything, it wouldn’t be your uniform.”

Eddie enjoys watching a beautiful blush rush up Steve’s neck onto his cheeks, before he diverts his attention onto the display case of flavors, giving Steve a moment to collect himself.

“What do you recommend?” Eddie runs his fingertip lazily across the glass.

“Um…” Steve takes a quick breath before putting on his customer service smile. “The USS Butterscotch is a favorite or the cherry’s jubilee. What do you usually get when you eat ice cream?”

“Wanna know a secret?” Eddie playfully whispers while leaning over the case.

“Um, ok.” Steve leans in closer.

“I’m more of a salty treat kinda man,” he winks, surprising himself with the weird level of confidence he’s slipped into.

Steve furrows his brows before leaning away and nervously scratching the back of his neck. He tries to chuckle in response as if understanding what Eddie’s implying but Eddie can tell Steve has no idea what he’s talking about.

“Well, then maybe-um-a parfait? Peanut butter? Or nuts…something with nuts?”

Eddie bites on his bottom lip trying to stifle a childish giggle keeping his eyes on the naive, adorable, sailor man. When Steve’s words finally register in his brain he awkwardly swallows hard, and shuffles on his feet trying to busy himself with something behind the counter.

“I could go for some nuts.” Eddie leans on his arms over the case. “What kinda nuts do you have, Stevie?”

“Um, just- y’know- normal ones. What kind do you like?” Eddie tracks the slow swipe of Steve’s tongue across his bottom lip.

Eddie lowers his voice before responding. “I’m sure I’d like anything you give me, captain.”

“Jesus,” Steve quietly huffs. “Uh, how about our peanut butter brickle topped with our candied almonds?”

Eddie keeps his eyes on Steve tracking his awkward movements behind the counter. Steve spins his scooper mindlessly in his palm, trying to channel his nervous energy.

“Sounds delicious. I’ll have one of those. Is there a show or anything I get with my treat?”

“A show?” Steve asks while grabbing a parfait cup from the stack on the countertop.

“Was just curious if there’s some kind of song or dance you have to perform in this adorable little outfit. Y’know, like that one restaurant in Chicago, Ed Debevic’s?”

Steve scrunches his nose and slides open the glass case. “I don’t know what that is.”

“Really? It’s this 50’s diner place where the staff are dicks. Nothing? Really?”

Steve shakes his head while reaching his arm deep into the ice cream tub. Eddie lowers his face to watch Steve through the glass. He wonders how sticky Steve is at the end of a shift.

“Is there a shower back there?”

“What?”

"In the back. Was just curious if you go home sticky or not."

"Um...no, I mean yes I'm generally pretty sticky at the end of my shift, but there's no shower...in the back. There's not really anything back there. Only a table and some safety posters, a white board that Robin shames me with." He trails off and Eddie wishes he could see this white board.

"Shames you? Robin...?" He has a hunch but isn't sure.

"Buckley? From school."

"Yeaaahhh, that's what I thought. Good for her." He means it.

Steve scrunches his face while finishing off the disgustingly sweet display of tasty deliciousness.

“Anything else I can get for you?” Steve gives Eddie his best customer service smile while setting the ice cream on top of the case.

A wicked grin spreads across Eddie’s face. “Naw I’m good. Unless… there’s something available that’s not on the menu.”

Eddie knows Steve is naive. Has never once picked up on his blatant flirting over the years, or at least doesn’t let it rattle him. But this utter display of fantasy is rotting away at Eddie’s resolve, and he’s seconds away from asking to suck on Steve’s sticky fingers.

He leans in front of the register and looks up at Steve through his eyelashes.

Pretty pretty boy.

“Um,” Steve looks around the empty restaurant, and then glances at something over Eddie’s head before turning his attention back. “Y-yeah, there is actually.”

Eddie thinks maybe he’s about to choke on his tongue as he attempts to swallow, waiting for Steve to continue.

“It’s in the back. Um, in the-in the break room. Wanna see it? Maybe?”

The fluorescent lighting above makes the beautiful shade of pink Steve’s cheeks are, into a warm glow. Eddie thinks he might be hearing angels sing or maybe it’s the dumb sailor music, but whatever it is it’s definitely music to his ears.

“Yeeaaah, definitely need to see it. Maybe wanna taste it even.”

Steve’s mouth is parted prettily, making Eddie wonder if his own tongue could slide between them easily.

Steve nods and bites down on his bottom lip, while motioning Eddie to follow around the opening of the countertop.

“Cool, very cool.” Steve walks backwards keeping his eyes on Eddie.

When Eddie steps behind the counter, taking in the entire outfit, he can’t control the subtle groan that emanates from his chest.

He’s gonna fuck this sailor silly.

They reappear 17 min later to a puddle of melted peanut butter brickle, an annoyed Erica Sinclair, and a better understanding of Eddie’s love of nuts.

Steve’s POV now both POVs on ao3

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hairmetal666 · 1 year

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Closing shifts at Scoops Ahoy are always boring, but Robin took off early to study and nobody is coming in for ice cream at 8pm on a school night in mid-winter. Steve's alone and has been for the last forty-five minutes, with no end in sight.

He's doing tricks with his scooper, counting how many times he can twist it through his fingers without dropping it (57 so far), when the most beautiful man Steve has ever seen, walks in. He's got long dark hair that falls in perfect curls around his shoulders; wide eyes the same deep brown of fresh, dark coffee; and the most perfect plump mouth.

Steve can't move, his head going fuzzy. His eyes catch on the man's chest--visible through the black mesh tank top he's wearing-- revealing tantalizing swirls of black ink and the glint of silver bars through each nipple. The guy also has on leather pants that cling to the line of his legs like a second skin.

Jesus. Steve just realized he's bi and the physical embodiment of his wet dreams walks into the store like it's nothing. He's going to die.

The man rushes to the counter, his eyes finally falling on Steve, and it's like his feet get caught on each other for a second before he struts forward. His face melts into this heart-stopping smile, bringing out the cutest set of dimples Steve has ever seen. This is it, Steve is done for, time of death, 8:06pm.

"Ahoy, sailor," the man says with a mischievous glint in those dark eyes.

He returns the smile and somewhere, somehow, finds the words to reply, "I think that's my line."

Steve leans towards the counter, but in doing so, drops the scooper hanging from his fingers. The metallic clatter is harsh against the tile, and blood rushes to his cheek. "Whoops," he mumbles. He ducks down to retrieve it, mentally kicking himself for his clumsiness.

The man's smile only grows, and now there's a faint flush across his pale cheeks. And fuck if Steve can't help but smile right back, to let their eye contact linger.

"What can I get you?" He asks. His voice is way too low for regular customer service, and if he flutters his eyelashes too--well, that's between him and the USS Butterscotch.

"I know this is ridiculous. It's late and it's starting to snow," the man says. He leans over the counter. "But I need a strawberry shake to go."

"Strawberry shake, good choice," Steve nods. "Coming right up."

They don't stop looking at each other or smiling as he blends up the drink, and when he hands the cup over, their fingers brush, linger, both their faces staining red.

"How much do I owe you?" he asks.

Steve shakes his head. "On the house."

"You really know how to charm a guy, sailor-boy."

"Maybe I'm hoping to see you again."

"Depends," the man says. His smile widening, his dimples getting somehow deeper.

"On?"

"How good this shake is." He winks.

Steve thinks he might burst into flame before the man can taste the drink, but then the guy glances at his watch and curses. "Sorry, sweetheart, I gotta run. Been a pleasure, sailor."

And with that, he runs from the store, strawberry shake clutched in his long-fingered grasp.

Steve collapses against the counter, burying his face in his hands. He's not ever gonna recover from that.

---

Eddie's guitar is in his lap, his melted strawberry shake at his side. He can't get the guy from the ice cream shop out of his head.

Fuck, he had all that perfect hair under that silly little hat; his face dotted with cute little moles and freckles; eyes that flashed from honey to gold to green flecked hazel; and the poutiest, most perfect lips ever had Eddie seen. Not to mention how he looked bent over in those itty bitty shorts. Shit, if he isn't totally done for.

He can't stop smiling.

That is until a guitar pick hits him right in the forehead, dragging his attention back to his surroundings.

"Earth to Eddie," their manager, Chrissy, says. "You go on in ten minutes."

"Don't tell me you didn't get the stupid shake." Gareth shakes his head.

"No, I got it. Not to worry."

"Then what's up with you?" Jeff asks.

Eddie can't help the huge, stupid smile that illuminates his face.

"There was a guy," Eddie sighs.

Chrissy and his bandmates share a look. "Let me guess," Gareth says. "You walked in and he was like 'Oh, Mr. Munson. Let me get you ice cream, let me suck your dick. Oooh, you're so hot. Corroded Coffin is my favorite band.'"

"C'mon, no. I don't even think he knew who I was."

At one point, that would've bothered him. But now, after five years of hooking up with dudes who were only interested in famous Eddie Munson, he likes that the guy from the ice cream parlor seemed totally oblivious. That, when his eyes lit up with interest, it was for genuine attraction and not name recognition.

"Did you get his number?" Chrissy asks.

He slumps. "No."

His friends all groan. Another guitar pick flies at him, getting caught up in his curls.

"Well, you'll go back tomorrow. Now get your head in the game, Munson! You have a sold out stadium to play!"

---

"I'm not kidding you, Robs, he was the hottest guy I've ever seen. I didn't even know dudes could be that beautiful."

"Uh-huh," she says.

"You're not even listening." He jabs her in the ribs, making her squeak.

"Sorry, sorry," she bats his hands away. "Describe him again?"

And he does, leaving nothing out. Once he's done, Robin is gaping at him, gum about to fall out of her open mouth.

"What?"

She grabs his wrist, dragging him out of the store.

"Robin, what are you doing? We're supposed to be working!"

She doesn't answer, just hauls him to the record store down the hall.

"Was it this guy?" She asks. She's out of breath.

"What?"

"Steve! Was it him?" She gestures to a new release display and it's Steve's turn for speechlessness.

He's surrounded of images of the man from last night; on magazines, CDs, cassettes, on a couple posters hanging on display. He's with a couple of other guys, they're in a band called Corroded Coffin, but all Steve can see is deep brown eyes and plush lips, the bright dimples.

"Well?" Robin demands.

"Yeah," he nods. "That's him."

"Oh my god!" Robin screams. She grabs his arm and squeezes. "You flirted with Eddie Munson! Steve! You minx!"

"It was nothing," he blushes. "He's probably got someone already, anyway. I mean, look at him."

Robin makes a little face. "There are some rumors, but nothing serious."

"It was a nice dream," he says. He gives her a little smile. "Now, let's get back to work."

She loops her arm through his. "Whatever you say, dingus."

---

It's been a long day of slinging ice cream. Maybe Robin's revelation that the cute guy from the night before was an insanely famous rockstar is to blame, but Steve is exhausted.

"Hey, dingus!" Robin calls from the front.

"Yeah?" he mumbles.

"Some guy is here for you. He looks a lot like Eddie Munson."

She's not even finished with her sentence before Steve is vaulting back behind the counter, coming face-to-face with the man of his dreams.

Eddie's gorgeous, his face already flushed a faint pink. And just like the night before, Steve can't help but smile at the man before him, who dimples up immediately in return.

He forgets that Robin is there until she says, "Go get 'em, tiger," and snaps him in the chest with a towel.

With Robin gone, they still don't say anything for a second, both smiling and blushing and staring at each other.

"So, uh, I guess you're wondering why I'm back today."

"That's easy," Steve says. "It was the best strawberry milkshake you ever had."

Eddie laughs with his head back and Steve is stuck staring at the long lines of his throat.

"Well, it was the best, no question. Made me realize I was a fool not to ask for your number."

Somehow Steve's smile grows. He jots his name and number on a Scoops napkin, passing it to Eddie who does the same, before carefully ripping the paper in half.

"We're still on tour for the next three months, but I'll call you when I can?"

"I'm looking forward to it."

"Talk soon, sweetheart," Eddie leans into Steve's space, pressing a kiss to his cheek.

Steve still has a hand resting on the spot when Robin re-emerges.

"Oooh, you've got it sooo bad," she sing-songs.

He's so happy, he can't even bother to shush her.

---

Corroded Coffin has a new album out. It's a huge hit, number ones across the board, a fixture on MTV. It's full of heavy metal love songs, sales bolstered by the rumors that Eddie's been in a secret relationship for years.

They're at the Grammys, nominated for Best Metal Performance. The band has moved on down the red carpet, but Eddie's still answering questions, their assistant waiting with him. The interviewer asks Eddie, "There's a lot of speculation about your romantic life because of this album. There are rumors that the song 'Sailor Boy' is in reference to how you met your lover. Will you tell fans about the person you're dating, the one who inspired the album?"

"No," Eddie smiles for the camera. "But oh, do I love the way he moans," he sings a lyric of the song in question before giving the interviewer a lascivious wink, and continuing on down the carpet.

Years later, after Eddie and Steve are comfortably out and married and Corroded Coffin has cemented themselves in metal history, the video of that interview will be uploaded to YouTube.

It's obvious, now, the way Eddie and Steve, the "assistant", gravitate towards each other. How Steve flushes a pretty crimson that spreads below the collar of his shirt as Eddie sings. The way Eddie smirks at him with a raised eyebrow. The way his hand cradles the small of Steve's back as they walk away together.

It causes a frenzy online, fans compiling blog posts and videos of moments of Steve and Eddie being totally obvious about being in love before the world knew that they were.

Eventually, Steve posts a photo to the band's webpage. It's of him and Eddie at Scoops Ahoy. He's wearing his uniform, and Eddie is in a faded Metallica t-shirt and ripped jeans. They stand at the counter with their arms around each other, smiling hard, eyes locked. He captions it with, "putting the sailor boy allegations to rest."

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lilmissnatcat24 · 28 days

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for no other reason than i worked at an ice cream shop for eight years, here's what ice cream the mass effect characters would eat

shepard: neapolitan, strawberry for their paragon side, chocolate for their renegade, vanilla to balance

garrus: moose tracks, but will pick it apart just for the peanut butter cups and give shepard the leftovers

tali: literally any booze flavored ice cream

liara: mint chocolate chip because she secretly kind've fucks with the taste of toothpaste but will never admit it out loud

kaidan: butter pecan. it's not everyone's favorite, but it's his, and he's totally cool with it

ashley: whatever the 2183 equivalent to the tonight dough. cookie dough chunks, brownie chunks, butterscotch, chocolate chips, malt chunks, everything

wrex: this man is old as balls!!!!!! rum raisin!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

joker: lemon sherbet. you cannot tell me that man is not lactose intolerant

miranda: cherries garcia, little bit sweet, little bit tart

jack: the most sickening sweet shit you can think of. cotton candy with marshmallow superman with a side of sugar

jacob: some sort of dark chocolate peanut butter ice cream that sounds good in theory but in reality you can only take like 3 bites of before you get a tummy ache

zaeed: banana splits that he likes to mash together with a spoon and eat like some deconstructed milkshake

kasumi: the weird avant gard shit you see in hipster vegan shops, like some bacon sweet potato rosebud ice cream

mordin: coffee ice cream, because he likes the taste of coffee but if he were to actually drink it he would spontaneously combust

grunt: those froyo shops that were everywhere in 2014 where you could make a bowl with like 5% froyo and 95% other toppings and it cost 14 dollars

thane: doesn't like ice cream because it reminds him of how he abandoned his child and how his wife is dead and he could never go back to the life he left behind, the life of stability, because his body is engineered for a deadly purpose and he can never atone for his sins rocky road

samara: this woman is old as balls!!!!!!!!!!!!! pistachio!!!!!!!!!!!

legion: tried vanilla ice cream. too sticky, got stuck in his wiring.

james: one of those brownie sundaes that weighs approximately 5 pounds and is majority whipped cream

steve: chocolate chip. classy, just like him ;)

traynor: something smooth and rich and velvety and inexplicably sexy, like raspberry chocolate chunk

edi: takes the idea of ice cream a little too literally and just has a bowl of heavy cream with ice cubes. is confused why everyone is disgusted.

javik: ice cream is for primitives (peaches and cream)

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elisefolklore · 2 years

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paper rings

‘i hate accidents except when we went from friends to this’ taylor swift, lover

read part one, happiness here!

Summary — the six kids tried their best for you and eddie to admit your feelings to each other.

Length — 4.5k

this a repost from my side blog @folklorelise13 as i am moving everything to my main

You got out of bed and picked up the phone.

‘Hello?’ you said weakly.

‘Hi,’ you could hear Eddie’s smile.

Silence. After realising that you liked Eddie Muson, it appeared as if you lost all social skills you had and did not know what to say anymore, just like when you were back in high school.

‘Did you walk a long time?’ you hesitated, not knowing what else to say.

‘It was alright, I’m used to walking home from school.’

‘Do you have your licence?’ you wondered, curious because you never saw Eddie driving around.

‘I,’ Eddie stretched on the vowel, ‘know how to start and drive a car.’

‘So you do?’

‘Let’s just say I do,’ Eddie laughed.

‘You liar!’ Dustin shouted on the phone.

‘Dustin shut up!’ you heard Mike say.

‘Dustin!’ you shouted from your room, ‘hang up!’

You made sure to wait a good minute before talking again.

‘They probably didn’t hang up,’ you warned Eddie, ‘so, I’ll see you tomorrow? Like— for breakfast, as usual?’

‘Yeah, I’ll be there.’

‘Ok,’ you let out a breath, ‘goodnight then.’

‘Goodnight.’

You hung up, and went downstairs to find the six children around the phone. Once they saw you, they all pretended to be watching TV, ignoring you. You put your hands on your hips and stared at them.

‘Anything you want to say to me?’ you asked, slightly annoyed.

‘I’m sorry,’ El stood up, ‘it was their idea,’ she pointed at the boys.

‘El!’ Mike shouted.

‘We won’t do it again,’ Lucas apologised.

‘We’re sorry,’ Will apologised too, hating to see you disappointed.

‘It’s alright,’ you sat with them on the couch, ‘it’s not like anything was going to happen anyway,’ you mumbled.

Soon enough, the kids all fell asleep on the couch instead of their rooms. Max fell asleep clinging to you, with El’s head on your shoulder. You gently grabbed the blanket and put it over them and fell asleep with them in the living room.

The kids all woke up around eight, and decided to make you breakfast for once. They all felt a little bad for yesterday's incident, so they thought this would make you happy.

‘So what do we make?’ Will asked them.

‘Waffles?’ El suggested.

‘Yeah, that seems easy enough,’ Max agreed.

Half of the waffles were burnt, but it was the thought that counted. You woke up when you heard the loud doorbell ring. You relanctly got up to open the door, only to find Eddie, in his usual leather jacket and denim one over the other.

‘Morning,’ Eddie smiled.

When you realised it was Eddie in front of you, you slammed the door shut. You were not cleaned up, or dressed up, you could not have him come in like that. You shouted at Dustin to open the door, while you ran to your bedroom to brush your teeth, clean up your hair, and put on some clothes before going back down.

‘Hey,’ you waved at them, walking in the kitchen, sitting next to Eddie.

‘Hey,’ he smiled at you.

You stared at him eating before looking away, smiling.

‘These weren’t made by me, by the way,’ you pointed at the waffles.

‘I could tell, these taste so much better than what I’m used to here,’ Eddie joked.

‘Well, if that’s the case, I guess you won’t be eating the lemon meringue pie I’ll be baking this afternoon?’ you frowned, also joking.

‘Really?’ Eddie beamed. ‘I have been dreaming about that pie for weeks!’

‘Yeah, maybe you could—.’

‘Great!’ Dustin cut you off excited, ‘it means Eddie’s free for another campaign right before Will has to go back to California right?’

Eddie looked at you, but you only nodded and smiled.

‘That’s a great idea!’ you agreed.

‘Yeah,’ Eddie nodded.

El and Max stayed with you and helped you bake the pie and the butterscotch oatmeal cookies — Eddie’s favourites — and you three spent the entire afternoon baking. You wanted to make sure that Eddie would have enough for at least a few days knowing that in a few days, you would be leaving too.

‘This is fun,’ El told you when the cookies were put in the oven.

‘It is,’ Max smiled, ‘I wish we could do this more often. I— I missed you two.’

‘Max,’ you put your hand on her head, ‘I missed you all too, a lot. In less than five months, it’ll be summer break and I’ll be staying here the whole time.’

Max nodeed, before wrapping her arms around you.

‘It’s ok Max,’ you rubbed her back. ‘It’ll be ok. Is everything alright at home?’ you sat down with Max and El.

‘It’s fine,’ Max shrugged. ‘My mom’s working, and she— just hangs in there. We haven’t found Billy’s father.’

‘Is the trailer park alright? Because if it’s too dangerous or anything, your mom and you can move in here.’

‘No, it’s alright,’ Max gave you a small smile.

‘Ok,’ you smiled, ‘but if anything goes wrong, you tell me, you call me and I’ll come back alright?’

Max nodeed. Max was the last kid to arrive, but that did not stop you from taking her under your care. You had to protect her, especially against her step-brother Billy, but that was not a problem anymore. Now, you had to make sure she was alright and lived a good life at Hawkins, which was complicated with you living so far away from them.

‘So, Eddie,’ Dustin smiled when the campaign was over, ‘do you like y/n?’

‘Yeah, she’s great,’ Eddie said simply, grateful for the dark lights in the room.

‘You have been spending a lot of time together,’ Lucas smiled, ‘are you about to ask her out?’

‘That would be so great!’ Dustin insisted.

‘Eddie is about to become our uncle,’ Mike wiped a fake tear.

‘I thought this way would never come,’ Lucas fake cried with Mike.

‘You morons!’ Eddie threw his butt cushion at them. ‘I am not asking her out.’

‘Why not?’ Dustin whined. ‘You both are always glued together, you love spending time together for no reason, she likes talking about metal music, and DnD, and guitar with you when she never showed any interest before; you listen to pop music for her and I saw you reading her favourite book last week. She cooks and bakes for you almost every day since she arrived. You spent all your time with her too, when you never hang out with us outside of school and DnD campaigns. So why not ask her out?’

They all nodded, agreeing with Dustin. Eddie sighed heavily.

‘She is not staying here right? So what’s the point?’ Eddie sat down on his throne.

‘Suzie and I aren’t living next to each other, and yet, we love each other, and we make it work,’ Dustin said.

‘You have a girlfriend?’ Eddie yelped.

‘Don’t try and change the subject,’ Lucas said. ‘Do you think you’re too good for our y/n or something?’

‘What? No! What I meant was — y/n is great, the best even, and I, Eddie the Freak Munson, would never pull that,’ Eddie explained with a pang of his heart. ‘She doesn’t love me.’

‘But you do?’ Will asked timidly.

Eddie stared at Will, sighed, and looked down.

‘Who wouldn’t?’ Eddie mumbled, falling back against the throne. ‘Don’t tell her that!’ Eddie quickly added.

‘We won’t,’ Dustin promised, ‘because you will tell her that yourself.’

‘No I won’t,’ Eddie laughed sourly.

‘Will is leaving tomorrow, meaning, y/n will leave in two days, on saturday,’ Mike said.

‘It will give you plenty of time to confess your undying love to her,’ Lucas teased him.

‘If you don’t, we will,’ Dustin finished.

Eddie glared at Dustin.

‘Or maybe not,’ Dustin quickly added before leaving with his friends. ‘See you at home,’ he shouted before biking away.

Eddie took all his time cleaning up the room. Eddie never had a girlfriend, or any romantic relationships. He had crushes before, but nothing ever happened with his Freak title. He knew better than to ask anyone out and have the entire town gossip about it. But it was different with you. First, you were out of high school, second, you were actually nice to him, and third, you did not mind being seen with him, and the hellfire club.

After cleaning up everything, he went to your house. He was welcomed with a piece of his favourite pie and favourite cookies on a plate.

‘I put them aside for you because these monsters devoured everything,’ you pointed at the kids still eating alongside Robin and Steve who came in not long ago.

‘Thanks,’ he took the plate.

‘Come,’ you took his hand and pulled him on the couch, ‘it’s too loud in there,’ you showed the kitchen.

Eddie took the fork you handed him and started to eat, and once again, it was wonderful. He enjoyed every bite of the pie and the cookies. He took a piece of the pie with his fork and put it in front of you.

‘What are you doing,’ you backed away, laughing.

‘I’m sharing,’ Eddie smiled back at you.

You smiled and ate the pie. Eddie finished his plate by sharing it with you. He noticed that every time you cooked, you would always feed the others and only eat the remaining.

‘I wish you could stay here forever,’ Eddie admitted, putting the place on the table. ‘I wish we were friends when you were still here.’

‘Really?’

‘Yeah.’

‘I always wanted—.’

But you were cut off by everyone coming into the leaving room. Nancy stayed at your house that night, since Jonathan would be leaving tomorrow. Which meant, your house was packed with people. Nancy slept with Jonathan in the guest room, Joyce had her room, and Max, El and you slept on your bed, while Dustin, Lucas, Will and Mike all slept on mattresses put in your bedroom.

Eddie, Robin and Steve all left very late, not before reassuring you that Steve would drop Eddie off and that he would not walk home alone that late.

‘See you tomorrow,’ you waved goodbye at Eddie. ‘See you two around soon too,’ you hugged Robin and Steve.

You went back to bed, where all the kids were already ready to sleep. You washed up and went to bed, putting yourself in the middle.

‘So y/n,’ Dustin started, ‘remember that night, where you spaced out when we talked about Eddie?’

‘Eddie?’ Max smirked.

‘Is Eddie your boyfriend?’ El asked.

‘What!’ you sat down. ‘No! No, no, no, no. No. He is not my boyfriend, and I didn’t space out, I was just tired from driving you around and staying out late like that!’ you quickly blurted out.

‘But you like him, right?’ Lucas asked seriously.

‘Of course I like him,’ you stated, ‘I mean, he’s—,’ your thoughts drifted to Eddie.

‘Dreamy?’ Max laughed.

‘But do you like–like him?’ Mike asked.

‘In a romantic way,’ Dustin added.

‘I—,’ you did not know what to say.

‘Are you in love with Eddie?’ El gasped.

‘I—,’ you let out a deep breath.

You fall back on the bed.

‘I don’t know,’ you admitted. ‘I like him, I— I like Eddie a lot. I— think I might be in love with him.’

‘You should tell him that!’ Will smiled. ‘Because he—, I’m sure he loves you too,’ Will corrected himself. ‘He is always looking at you whenever you’re not looking, he always wants to spend time with you, he has to be in love — is what I think,’ Will added.

‘I agree,’ Dustin said.

‘Me too,’ Lucas agreed.

‘Yep,’ Mike nodded.

‘But, I’m leaving soon,’ you lamented. ‘I won’t even see him.’

‘Suzie and I, we don’t see each other every day,’ Dustin repeated his story, ‘yet we are in a relationship.’

‘I think you should tell him,’ Max lay next to you. ‘This town is cursed, so who knows what can happen… You have to live your life fully and that means putting yourself out there and telling the people who love, that you love them.’

You turned your head to look at Max with a soft smile.

‘I love you guys,’ you smiled, holding Max's hand tightly in yours.

‘We love you too,’ everyone said at the same time, laughing.

Joyce left early in the morning because of the long journey back home. Everyone was there saying goodbye, hugging each other. After they left, Dustin, Mike and Lucas all went back home too, on their bikes. You called Eddie and told him to come later because you were going to drive Max home first.

You never went to Max’s place before, so you let her guide you around and let you park your car in front of her trailer.

‘You’ll be alright?’ you asked her.

‘Yeah,’ Max nodded.

‘Ok, call me if you need anything.’

Max nodded again before leaving your car. You drove back home and stood in the hall. You got used to having this house full of people and now that it was empty, it felt weird. You walked to the kitchen and started to make breakfast. You had prepared some batter the day before, and you put them in a baking tin and put them in the oven. You took out some bananas and strawberries and cut them in thin pieces and put them on a plate.

Eddie knocked on your door just when you took the muffins out of the oven. You both sat next to each other and started to eat in silence. It was the first you two ate alone, without any of the kids around.

‘So,’ Eddie turned around to face you, ‘you’re leaving soon?’

‘I’m leaving Saturday morning, tomorrow is my last day here,’ you confirmed.

‘Oh,’ Eddie stared at his plate.

‘I’ll—,’ you looked at him, ‘I’ll miss you.’

Eddie looked up at you.

‘I mean,’ you quickly added, ‘like I’ll miss Max and Lucas, and Mike and Dustin!’

You did not want to hear Eddie say that you were being weird suddenly.

‘I’ll miss you too,’ Eddie smiled, ‘I’ll miss being well fed too. I can’t believe I’ll have to go back eating garbage food for the rest of my life,’ he sighed dramatically.

‘You are one drama king,’ you laughed. ‘I’ll be back around May, and then you’ll have to be stuck with me for at least four months.’

‘Don’t forget my graduation,’ Eddie added.

‘How can I forget? I’ll have to bring you a graduation gift,’ you thought, ‘what do you want?’

‘You,’ Eddie talked before he could think.

‘M–Me?’ you stuttered, smiling.

‘I mean, you being here will be enough.’

‘Oh. Right,’ you laughed, feeling hot from embarrassment.

Once breakfast was over, you put the plates away and took Eddie with you to your car.

‘Where are we going?’ Eddie asked you, letting you drag him around.

‘To the market.’

‘Why?’ he asked once in the car.

‘I wanted to prepare food for Max to freeze, so whenever her mom isn’t around to cook, she can just heat it.’

Eddie stared at you, lovingly.

‘What?’ you smiled.

‘Where did these kids find you?’

‘I used to babysit them,’ you explained. ‘I was on my way home, eating a cake that my mom had made for me, and I walked across the park, and I saw four children on the ground, with two of them crying, Will and Dustin. I was going to walk away, but then I saw a group of older guys, probably from high school, walking toward them.

‘I watched them grab the kids’ bags and toss it away and then they just laughed and walked away. It was horrible, so I walked over and helped them. They were children, they were eight, or nine and I was thirteen, almost fourteen, I had to do something,’ you continued to explain.

‘They explained that these guys just stole their snacks and that they were being bullied around by them. So I shared my food with them and I walked them home. And for a week, they would wait around the park and I would walk them home. And their mothers ended up asking me if I could babysit them, and I agreed, and I stayed with them the whole time.’

‘That was really nice of you,’ Eddie told you. ‘They all speak so highly of you, I thought they made you up.’

‘What?’ you laughed.

‘Yeah, I mean they were describing someone so good and perfect, I thought you weren’t real. Then I met you almost a month ago, and I still can’t believe it. You’re so kind and generous, it’s impossible to believe.’

‘I’m—,’ you looked away, smiling. ‘I think you’re really great too. I— Dustin talks about you very highly too. That kid loves you. They all do.’

‘And you?’ Eddie whispered.

‘Me?’ you repeated. ‘I— I—,’ you thought about what Max said to you last night. ‘I do too,’ you looked at him, ‘I like you.’

‘Really?’ Eddie could not believe his ears.

‘Yes,’ you said timidly. ‘You’re great, I— I loved spending time with you, and for the first time, I’m starting to think that, maybe, I wish I didn’t leave for college so I could stay here with you.’

You arrived at the market ten minutes ago, but neither of you wanted to leave yet.

‘I wish you didn’t have to leave too,’ Eddie grabbed your hand. ‘Because I like you a lot too, and I don’t want to let you go, ever again.’

‘You do?’ you beamed. ‘I can’t believe this,’ you mumbled to yourself.

‘So, what now?’ Eddie asked you.

‘I— I don’t know,’ you admitted. ‘I mean, people get together even when they live miles away from each other. So— we could too,’ you hesitated.

Maybe Eddie didn't want that.

‘We could,’ Eddie agreed, squeezing your hand.

‘Ok,’ you smiled, relieved.

You both stared into each other’s eyes, happy. Eddie slowly put his hands behind your neck and brought you closer to him.

‘Can I kiss you now?’

‘Yes.’

You put your hands on his arms and closed the gap between you two and kissed him. Eddie’s lips were soft, his tongue pressing against your gently. Kissing Eddie felt like a dream, and you never want to wake up or stop. But you both needed air, so the kissing stopped, both you panting slightly.

You smiled before leaving the car, feeling too warm inside. Eddie followed you behind, putting his arm around your shoulder.

‘I like this,’ he smiled.

‘Me too,’ you put your arm around his waist.

Eddie spent the rest of the day at your place, helping you cook — grabbing ingredients and cleaning them — and then you two put everything in a tupperwares and put them in the freezer.

Tired from cooking all day, you and Eddie both collapse on your couch. Eddie moved over and rested his head on your lap, and wrapped his arms around you.

‘I don’t want you to go,’ Eddie whined, looking up.

‘We’ll call each other, every day, and before you even know it, I’ll be back and we’ll figure something out.’

‘Okay,’ Eddie smiled.

Eddie and you decided it would be better not to tell anyone yet, since this was a rather new thing. Your last day at Hawkins was spent cleaning up the house and making sure there was no food left in the fridge so nothing would spoil, and making sure everything was clean. After eating lunch, you grabbed all the food you froze and put it in your car and drove to Max’s place. You knocked on her door and waited a bit before she opened it.

‘y/n!’ Max smiled, hugging you.

‘Hi!’ you hugged her back.

‘What are you doing here? I thought you were busy today?’

‘I am, I still haven’t packed my things, but I wanted to drop these off,’ you showed her your multiple bags.

‘What is that,’ Max let you in.

‘Food, lots of it. I— you mentioned that your mother couldn’t always cook so I thought I would freeze a lot of it for nights when she wouldn’t be there.’

Ever since her mother married Billy’s father, Max felt alone. With her mother always sticking with her step-father, and her violent step-brother, she had no one. Until she met Dustin and Lucas, and then you soon after.

At first, she thought that you would not care much about her, because she was the new girl, but you did. You were nice, and you cared for her even though you barely knew her. Max had not been that happy for a long time. So when you left, she was devastated, and on top of that, she had to move away with her mother.

‘Thank you,’ Max smiled, touched by your kindness. ‘I’ll put them in the freezer, you can stay here,’ she showed you the couch.

You sat on the couch and looked around. The windows did not have any curtains on them, so you could see the trailer in front of Max’s and the empty streets.

‘Looking out for Eddie to appear?’ Max joked when she sat next to you.

‘What?’ you asked, horrified that she might have, somehow, discovered what happened yesterday. ‘Wh—why would I be waiting for Eddie to appear out of nowhere?’

‘Because he lives just here,’ Max pointed at the trailer in front of her house.

‘What? Really?’ you asked, surprised.

‘Yeah.’

You spent another hour with Max, before she had to leave to meet up with Dustin, Mike and Lucas to hang out together.

‘We’ll come and see you before you leave tomorrow,’ Max warned you before skating away.

Just as you were about to get in your car, you saw a truck pulling in Eddie’s trailer. It was an older man getting out of it, and getting inside. You turned around, watching the pastries you bake that you wanted to drop off at Lucas’, Dustin’s and Mike’s. But maybe you could give some to Eddie. You took all the bags, which included all Eddie’s favourites and walked to his trailer, and knocked.

‘Eddie!’ you heard a man’s voice shouting, ‘get the door!’

‘You get it!’ Eddie shouted back.

After a few moments, the door finally opened up on Eddie, in his typical outfit, with a bandana in his hair. His eyes widened seeing you.

‘Who are you?’ the man you saw earlier appeared behind Eddie.

‘I’m y/n,’ you smiled. ‘Eddie’s girlfriend,’ you added.

‘Girlfriend, huh,’ the man smiled, patting Eddie’s back. ‘Nice. I’ll let you two alone then,’ he walked back and went into a room.

‘Girlfriend?’ Eddie smirked, leaning against the doorframe. ‘I thought we weren’t telling anyone yet?’

‘Well, I wanted to know how it sounded like to say it,’ you smiled. ‘Can I come in? Or are you busy?’ you suddenly realised. ‘I can go, I was just visiting Max and she said you were living here and I thought—-.’

Eddie took the bag in your hands, put his free hand behind your head and kissed you deeply.

‘Come in,’ Eddie took your hand. ‘Sorry it’s a mess, I—,’ he turned to look at you, flushed. ‘I would’ve cleaned if I knew you were coming.’

‘It’s fine!’ you reassured him. ‘It’s nice, it’s very cosy here.’

‘Come,’ Eddie took you down the little hallway.

He opened the door to his bedroom and closed the door behind you.

‘This is my palace,’ Eddie joked.

You looked around, amazed at his bedroom. You went to sit on his bed when he grabbed your hand and yanked you toward him, making you crash onto his chest.

‘You don’t want to sit down,’ Eddie admitted, still holding you.

You both looked at his bed.

‘Those stains are—,’ he tried to explain, ‘I don’t know what those stains are.’

‘Ok,’ you laughed. ‘Is this your guitar?’

‘Yeah, my most precious belonging.’

‘It’s amazing, it looks really great,’ you said. ‘Do you still play with your band?’

‘How do you know about my band?’ Eddie wondered. ‘You mentioned it twice now, the first time being when we first met.’

‘I—,’ you stared at his guitar, avoiding eye contact with Eddie.

Now that Eddie told you that he liked you, it would not be weird to reveal to him that you used to have a crush on him, meaning you went to all his gigs at the local bar back in high school. So you did, you told him everything.

‘Really?’ Eddie smiled.

‘Yes,’ you looked away, cheeks warm. ‘I— you were nice and then the years passed, and you definitely got more handsome and my teenage self was definitely having a crush on you.’

‘I can’t believe you never told me,’ Eddie frowned, holding your hand. ‘I probably would’ve fallen in love with you back then if you did.’

‘I almost did,’ you smiled, ‘it was junior year, I thought you were going to be gone at the end of the year, so I wanted to come and join hellfire club, but then I got nervous and left.’

‘Well, it doesn’t matter anyway because you’re here now,’ Eddie rested his forehead on yours.

‘I am,’ you kissed him.

Even though you were leaving tomorrow, neither of you wanted to talk about it. You spent the rest of the day with Eddie and his uncle, Wayne, and ate the pie and other pastries. When it was finally time for you to go home, Eddie walked back to your car with you.

‘Are you coming to say goodbye tomorrow with the kids?’ you asked him.

‘I’ll be there. Are you sure you don’t want me to come with you?’

‘It’s fine,’ you promised. ‘I’ll… see you tomorrow then?’ you gave him a small smile.

‘See you,’ he whispered.

You woke up early Saturday, around seven and took your suitcase down the stairs. You changed into your clothes, and put the pyjamas away and cleaned up. Around eight, the doorbell rang and the kids and Eddie were all there.

You let them in and you all ate together in silence. No one knew what to say. All the kids were sad to see you go again. Then around nine, it was time for you to go. Eddie put your suitcase in the trunk and stood beside the kids.

‘Well,’ you smiled, ‘I had the best time with you guys around, and I’ll miss you all very much.’

‘I’ll miss you too,’ Max came to hug you.

They all came and wrapped themselves around you.

‘I’ll be back very soon, ok? And I’ll still write to you guys, every week.’

‘We’ll write too,’ Lucas said.

You turned around and faced Eddie. The kids were not far away, but far enough so they could not hear you two.

‘I wish I kissed you more yesterday,’ Eddie smirked, ‘cause now I can’t and I really want to.’

‘Me too,’ you admitted. ‘It’s only five months and then, we’ll be together forever.’

Eddie nodded, and you gave him a brief hug — to avoid raising suspicion — and went into your car. You rolled the window down and waved them goodbye while driving away.

‘See you soon!’ the kids all shouted.

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Stray: Part 5

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A/N: Happy Halloween, my loves! It's my favorite holiday/month and today I have a tooth-rottingly sweet, sugary, fluffy chapter for you as a treat. But Loki is also up to some of his violent and threatening tricks, so read with caution if that is something uncomfortable for you (not towards our main girl, btw). Trust me. It's wickedly satisfying.

P.S. And enormous thank you to both my long time readers and the lovely and enthusiastic new readers following along. I'm trying my best to keep up with tagging, and engaging as personally as I can, but it's getting away from me a bit as the numbers go up. Please just know that I see and read it all and it really means so much to me and I'm so grateful to you.

Stray: Part 5

The next morning Loki put his plan into action. After his breakfast and cuddle and a fond goodbye from the human, the younger prince returned to his usual form. He stood for a long while in front of the mirror, magicking different outfits and disguises until he finally settled on a perfect one.

He wore a neat blue sweater, a black pea coat, and gray trousers; everything crisp and expensive enough to be impressive and tasteful, but not flashy. Loki noted with satisfaction that the outfit hugged his long athletic body to perfection. He still had to make some concessions to his vanity, after all. He was satisfied, however, it was unnerving to see his face so changed. He labored extensively to perfect a look that would spark familiarity but not give him away, so he settled on his usual face but changed the tone of his skin from alabaster white to a healthy tan. He morphed his longer slicked black hair into butterscotch-golden curls, cut short and styled impeccably into a soft swoop of volume at the top. Although he was still afraid that it might expose him, he kept his Cheshire cat grin and his piercing eyes.

I want that part to be real. I want her to look into my eyes without illusions or deception, he reasoned. Then, with one final adjustment of his watch, a swipe over his jacket and a check of his hair, he magicked himself into the hallway and began the journey to your place of employment...that hideous building with the orange and brown sign reading Mullen's Department Store.

Of course, Loki could have simply magically transported himself there, but he chose to walk for some time in the brisk November air and took pleasure in stretching his real legs. The icy bite of a snowy December would be close on the heels of autumn. He could tell somehow. He always loved the ice and snow and was never quite sure why. The prince thought of winter in this realm with giddy anticipation, mostly because of you. With a smile, Loki thought about how you were always a little chilly, and perhaps this winter he would have the privilege of keeping you warm.

As his long graceful legs waltzed over the pavement of downtown, through the late morning crowds, he realized the novelty of this whole experience. He had never been very nervous before in matters of romance (his charm going a very long way and letting him glide through a vapid love life with ease) but none of it meant anything. None of it was real. Everything was fleeting; just how he liked it so he would never be too bored. He felt a pang of remorse which had never pricked him before, considering that his sweet moral would never treat people as disposable entertainment the way he had.

His feet slowed to a stop under the hulking department store's shadow as the thought needled him; What if I don't deserve her?

Nonetheless, he carried on. He had a plan after all, and there was no time to ruminate. As he parted the glass double doors, a hideous stretch of polished tiles sprawled out before him in display after display of appliances and apparel.

What a horrible soulless place. My poor little mortal is subjected to this each day? I have to find her.

Prince wondered for a moment, when it had become his mortal, his human...not simply the. He was assuming you were already his, but really, he was already yours.

He marinated in these thoughts as he searched for you until he heard the sweet syllables of your name called by a young lady in a uniform identical to yours. Loki watched as the frazzled girl asked you a panicked question about the hulking machine in front of her. He watched, rapt, as you soothed, “Hey, Janet. It's okay. Stop calling yourself stupid. You're not stupid. You're just still learning. I had the same problem at first. Here, I'll show you a trick.” You softly put your hand on her shoulder as you explained patiently. A drawer full of cash slid open with a click and Janet's face lit up with relief as you said, “See! I knew you could do it. Keep going and call me if you need anything else. I'm right here.”

Loki's heart turned absolutely molten as he watched. You had just shown more patience and compassion in a matter of minutes than he had probably shown in several hundred years. He swallowed a little nervous gulp, took a deep breath, and approached you with what he hoped was a casual stride and a friendly smile.

“Hello...Miss?” he said, bending down to catch your eye from where you were restocking gift boxes. When you glanced over, your eyes went wide and several items tumbled out of you arms. With the quickest reflexes you'd ever seen, the handsome stranger reached out his long arms to catch them.

You breathed a deep sigh of relief and then chuckled. “Oh, sir, I'm so sorry! You snuck up on me, there. Thanks for the save. There's glass in these. Would have been a real mess and...” you stroked a hand through your hair and blushed, trailing off. Then you really observed his face and immediately lost your train of thought. He was absurdly handsome and oddly familiar, in a combination that left you very shy and very frazzled.

Finding words after a beat, you said, “Sorry! Rambling...What can I help you with?”

“I'm...um...terribly sorry to trouble you. I seem to have strayed a bit. I'm looking for the menswear department.” He paused to peak his eyebrows sweetly and put his hands in his pockets, stepping ever so slightly closer to you while holding your gaze in a vice grip, “and I'm afraid I need a lady's help to pick out a suitable tie. Would you be so kind as to assist me?”

You just stood there a moment, eyes wide and mouth open like a fish. You shook your head and came back to your senses. “Oh...oh! Menswear is just one floor up and to the left. I'm afraid that's not my department.” You laughed nervously, cheeks aching from your awkward smile, “I wouldn't know the first thing about men's fashion, but Tammy works of there. She's lovely and knows absolutely everything about putting suits together...really good taste...”. You paused your torrent of words to shake your head and still your wildly gesticulating hands. The stranger just listened intently while flashing a stunning, amused grin. He was watching you as if you were the most fascinating creature he had ever met. “Sorry...I'm rambling again. I don't mean to be too nosy, but have we met before? You seem incredibly familiar. Shopped here before maybe?”

Loki quickly realized you were putting it all together. Soon it would dawn on you. His eyes must have given him away, but he saw a solution and said smoothly, “Oh...yes. Yes, I've been by here a few times. I'm sure we've passed each other. You look familiar as well. I never forget a lovely face.”

A pleasant fragrance of mint and pine struck you with a lightning bolt of comprehension, but being a generally sane person you found a logical explanation.

Of course! I was reading that page about Loki. I saw this man around here, and it must have all just seeped into my subconscious...got into my dreams. I guess I ought to thank my brain, because he is stunning. Jesus Christ, how could I forget him? I guess I even remembered his cologne. He seems a little too charming to trust though. Probably complimenting me to get something out of me.

He blinked and looked down at his perfectly polished shoes, setting one finger pensively against his lips. He nodded thoughtfully and said, “Right...One floor up to the left?”

“Yes, sir. And Tammy will be the one to help you.”

Loki immediately discovered that you calling him “sir” had a very particular effect on him, but he decided to tuck that thought away for much much later. The charmer began to feel a little fizzle of panic as you began to turn back to your work. Wasting this chance would devastate him.

“Tammy...right,” he said flatly. “Thank you for your help,” he said with a smooth grin. “Oh...and...one more thing.”

“Yes?”

“Would you be so kind as to join me for lunch?”

You just stared, utterly baffled, for a long moment. Trying to process that this had actually just happened. (In fact, about half a dozen of your coworkers were doing the same thing, rubbernecking this train wreck of your social skills with their mouths agape).

You shook off the impulse to follow this man literally anywhere he asked and switched to a more sensible tactic. You asked skeptically, “Forgive me for being blunt...but you don't need a tie, do you?”

He threw his hands up in a gleeful and mischievous expression and declared, “Guilty as charged.”

You giggled at his shamelessness then advised, “Well if you're looking for what I think you're looking for, there are much prettier and more socially graceful shop girls than me around, but I'm very flattered. Don't get me wrong.”

His eyes shot wide open and he put his hands up saying, “Oh no no! Please don't misunderstand me. I'm not that kind of man. I just find you interesting. I promise you, I'd just like to chat. Cafe next door? 12:30?”

Thinking of your pitiful bank account you excused yourself saying, “I'm sorry, but I really can't. I only have 30 minutes and...”

He winked. Jesus...he winked and it made you absolutely melt into putty in his elegant hands. Lowering his voice to a delicious whisper he said, “Come on...my treat. Let's have a bit of fun, shall we?”

Very uncharacteristically and with complete abandon, you answered, “Okay...okay,” grinning and nodding over and over in a cloud of delirious infatuation that carried you through the morning and into your much-anticipated lunch date.

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While you worked as best you could, floating around with hearts in your eyes, Loki was putting his own enamored giddiness on the back burner for the time being. The god of mischief still had work to do and he needed ice in his veins. As he strode off the elevator and into the hallway of the top floor, he was back in his black suit and tie and white shirt, pitch black hair perfectly slicked back; every strand in its right place. He let out a derisive little bark of laughter at Mr. Mullen's locked office door, and the note stuck to it that said “Out of office. Back in one hour.”

Loki effortlessly drifted through the door in a glow of green smoke and settled in; somehow dominating the vast room with his singular presence. He sat, relaxed, biding his time with a tumbler of Mr. Mullen's fine Scotch whiskey. As the morning sun glared through the windows, the trickster donned his sunglasses and summoned an elaborate and very lethal switchblade. He gave a sideways smirk as he flicked it open with a satisfying click and began twirling it in his nimble hand, watching the glimmer of it in the sunshine. The god of mischief despised tedium more than nearly anything, but he was no stranger to patience in the service of a cunning plan. And this...oh this would be a worth waiting for, he mused as he coolly sipped the amber liquid and flipped his gleaming blade.

The door unlocked and a red-faced, balding man shuffled through the door. He squealed and flinched, seeing the tall dark stranger sitting with his legs crossed and feet resting on his gaudy desk. Loki swung his legs down lazily and sat up straight, saying crisply, “Mr. Mullen, I presume?”

“Who...who the fuck are you? This...this door was locked!”

Loki slid off his sunglasses and peaked an eyebrow haughtily in Mullen's direction. Arctic irises skewered the pitiful man as he quipped, “Hah...please. And you, Mr. Mullen, have not earned the pleasure of knowing my name. All you need to know...” he said leaning forward to carefully place his scotch on the desk, and swing his switchblade deftly in his direction, like a conductor's wand, “..is that I am someone very very dangerous. Now...have a seat.”

Mullen, red and shaking, did has he was told and Loki smiled wickedly. Oh, he had missed these kinds of games. It felt strangely righteous to be so wicked, but for such a good reason. He was so pleased to make this man cower in the same chair where he had made his precious mortal feel small and worthless. He had to admit, it felt good to be in his element again, and to use what he knew best.

Loki knew, for example, that nothing makes people squirm and break more easily than keeping them wondering. Often, the longer he stayed cool and silent, the more his opponent's imagination would fill in the gaps of assumption, volunteering their most heinous secrets in desperation. And just as he predicted, the businessman folded easily, jumping quickly upon his own dagger of dread.

The businessman sputtered out, “What are you? FBI...CIA...I was wondering when you men in black would start crawling out of the woodwork to bother me.”

Loki glared, lowering his voice. “Worse, I'm afraid.”

Mullen's mouth dropped open and his beady eyes shone with terror, “My god...you're one of Vinny's men aren't you? I...I told him I was good for it. I'm counting on him for this whole operation...I wouldn't betray...”

Loki tutted and scolded, “Good heavens, no wonder this city is in turmoil! With such abuse of power...dehumanizing people different from yourselves, squashing them under your expensive designer shoes while they toil away...what else could you expect? Narrow-minded idiots...the lot of you.”

The trapped man whimpered and sweated through his suit in ugly patches. He began to blubber something incomprehensible.

The god stood up and stalked towards his victim, knife held deftly up to his lips in a silencing gesture. “Shh. Shh. Shhhh. I'm not here to hear you talk. I am here to tell you what to do. Is that clear?”

The man said nothing, only trembled. Loki brought the blade closer to Mullen's face. “I said, is that clear?”

“Yes...y...yess.”

“Alright.” He smiled maniacally. “See? That wasn't so hard. Now...listen. There was a very clever young lady who came to you yesterday, politely asking for a chance to advance her career and you shooed her away like a stray animal,” he said, growling the last few words.

Loki came closer, propping the knife under his chin and forcing Mullen's eyes to meet his own. “Rude, Mr. Mullen. Inexcusably rude...and it has drawn the attention of an entity you very much do not want to agitate. So, if you would like exit this room intact, you will do the following: you will apologize properly to that young lady, you will give her the chance she very much deserves, and you will not say a word about this meeting to anyone. If you dare to, I will do terrible, awful things to you. Do you understand? Do we have an agreement?”

“Y...ye...yes.”

“Good. Now,” Loki said crisply, then glanced at his watch, “my time is very precious Mr. Mullen, especially today, and I've already wasted too much on you. Maybe if you had given her the time she deserved we wouldn't have to deal with this little inconvenience. Have a nice day,” he said with a wide, menacing smile (more of a showing of teeth than a sign of happiness), as he swanned out of the room.

Now, Loki thought as he walked down the hall with a spring in his step and a smirk on his lips, I have a date.

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jnnul · 8 months

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your love is my favorite color (enhypen)

a/n: so...this was kinda based off of my synesthesia...i don't rlly have any explanation for this or anything otherwise. hope u guys like it!

genre: pure fluff, just different types of love in different types of ways, idk man it's cute it's sweet it's a word vomit that's all i got for u tw: mentions of arguments, and once again, emotional constipation w sunghoon sorry

word count: 1.3k

YANG JUNGWON

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jungwon is orange

his love is quiet, but dynamic in a juxtaposition that only he can make work

he's the space between the moon and the sun when they recede in the sky because loving jungwon is loving in limbo

he's the vibrant ocher of dusk, when golden hour is making your skin glow and jungwon swears up and down he's never seen a prettier sight

he's the languid peachy rays of dawn, when he's sending you good morning texts before starting his busy day

he's the amber of his eyes when he's trying to memorize every single detail of your face when you fall asleep on call

he's the ginger of the cookies you bake him when you know he's been having a tough time

he's the cinnamon of your perfume when he seeks the comfort of your arms after spending so much time apart on tour

LEE HEESEUNG

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heeseung is yellow

his love is the simplest way that he understands the world, much like the simplest color of them all; through your heart and yellow

he's the color of the tuscan sun on a vacation that he's had to spend months planning in secret because that's the way he loves you

he's the butterscotch of the flowers that he sends you when he's on tour

his love is the marigold of the sweater that you wear to his concert, hidden in the crowd but heeseung can recognize you from a mile away

he is the lemon color of the childish bracelets the two of you make together in the safety of his dorm

he is the gold of the necklace you buy him for your anniversary that he keeps in his pocket no matter where he goes

his love is the honey that seems to drip from his eyes every time he looks at you because sometimes, he can't believe how lucky he is

PARK JONGSEONG

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jay is purple

loving him is a regal, almost noble act that is the same color as the once coveted hue of the kings and queens of the world

he is the sangria that stains your lips when the two of you go wine tasting as your first date

he is the periwinkle that dangles in front of your eyes when he shows you the earrings he had spent hours crafting for you

his love is the violet blanket that you sob into when he leaves you for the first time on tour and that's the only thing in your home that still smells like him weeks later

he is the mulberry of his favorite dress on you because he knows how hard you worked to feel good wearing it

he is the amethyst that you decorate his dorm room with to make him think of you when you're not with him

his love is the mauve of the paper he uses to write you love letters because he's a hopeless romantic and you're his muse

SIM JAEYOON

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jake is red

falling in love with him is a whirlwind passion hidden within two hearts, covered in the color of passion and romance

he is the cherry of the lipstick that's printed on his collar after a night of possessive love

his love is the blush that rises in his cheeks when you tell him you love him for the first time because he's never known what it's like to be loved in this way

he is the crimson of the neon lights around you in this downtown, while he's holding your hand tight - as if you would disappear if he let go

he is the rose of the flowers that he gives you on your one year anniversary, the adrenaline rush of youth finally starting to fade into something else

his love is the garnet of his sweater when you're tucked into his chest at home on a friday night, instead of clubbing because he realizes he's okay being anywhere as long as it's with you

jake is the scarlet of the dress you wear when you hold his hand and walk into the company building to declare that you were going to take the next step of your relationship

PARK SUNGHOON

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sunghoon is blue

loving him is like loving a tsunami of a man; harsh at times, but the rain always give way to the sunshine

he is the navy of his blazer that he's wearing the first time he meets you, not sparing a second glance when he bumps into you

sunghoon is the azure of the napkins on the table the second time he meets you - and this time, he can't take his eyes off of you

he is the denim of your skirt when he tells you that he can't be with you because...because he's not sure he deserves you

his love is the sapphire of the keychain you gave him on his bag that makes his heart thump against his chest when he remembers the look in your eyes when he left you

he is the cobalt of the wall that he kisses you senseless against as he tries to make up for lost time. to convince you that he's still worth your time.

he is the ocean blue of the waves you're running into, watching you with a smile and a heart so content, he's ready to give it all up for you

KIM SUNOO

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sunoo is green

his love is perhaps the easiest thing in the world; loving him is easy and comfortable. like breathing a breath of fresh air.

he is the pistachio of the couch that you insist looks good in the living room of the apartment you've just moved into with him (he begs to differ)

he is the basil of the sofa you actually decided on, pressing an excited kiss to sunoo's cheek when he agrees

he is the seafoam of the mugs that you had bought for the two of you; the same mugs that you swat away from jungwon when he accidentally tries to take it

his love is the emerald of the necklace that rises and falls with every breath you take in your sleep and he can't believe that he gets to wake up to this every day for the rest of his life

he is the lime of the box of tissues you've been continuously pulling out of after a particularly bad argument. he wordlessly replenishes the box.

sunoo is the mint of the ice cream smoothie the two of you share as you reminisce on how far you've come and just how far you'll go together

NISHIMURA RIKI

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riki is pink

falling in love with him is stumbling into big emotions with naïve minds but not minding a thing because who would you rather learn with than him?

he is the lotus of the notebook that you slide across the table to him, asking him to help you study for a test

his love is the bubblegum blanket that he covers you with when you fall asleep in the middle of studying, confusing himself when he realizes just how much he wants to stay here with you

he is the rouge that stains his cheeks late at night when he searches up how he feels when he's around you (the results say he has a crush on you)

he is the watermelon of your chapstick when you kiss him for the first time, blinking hurriedly. eyes still closed, almost instinctively, his lips chase yours.

he is the hot pink of the sweater you buy for him, not having the heart to tell you it's horrendous when you're looking at him with those puppy eyes

his love is the peach shaped sticky note that he presses into your hand with a messy scrawl on just how proud of you he is when you ace your test

#jnnul #enhypen fluff #enhypen fic #enhypen #jungwon headcanons #jungwon fluff #heeseung headcanons #heeseung fluff #jay park fluff #jay headcanons #jake headcanons #jake fluff #sunghoon fluff #sunghoon headcanons #sunoo headcanons #sunoo fluff #riki fluff #riki headcanons

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lavful · 9 months

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hcs for the Ninjas' Favorite Desserts!

*warning: don't read this post if you're hungry*

Cole - Cake. Let’s start with the obvious one. But specifically chocolate cake with ganache frosting. His dad made it for him every birthday growing up but stopped when Lilly passed away because it made him too sad. After Cole and Lou reconnect when Cole comes out tells him he’s a ninja, Lou starts making him the cake again and sending it to the monastery for his birthday. He also likes coconut-based desserts like Thai sweet rice with mangos and Vietnamese chè

Nya - Chewy butterscotch cookies. I’m not sorry. One of the Smith siblings’ neighbors made them for them occasionally when they were younger. Their neighbors overall looked out for the kids and made sure they were fed. Nya is also a milk tea boba girlie.

Jay - Edna’s crumble cake of course. Also a fiend for sour candy and cupcakes, especially highly decorated ones. He was hyperfixated on the “is it cake?” trend and Nya once had to wake him up from a nightmare reassuring him that not everything is cake.

Lloyd - Candy. Was a candy fiend when he was a kid, is still a candy fiend as a teen/adult. All kinds, sour, sweet, chocolatey, etc. Didn’t go to the dentist when he was at Darkley’s so Wu takes him shortly after adopting him and he has like a million cavities. Lloyd doesn’t like the dentist but tooth pain is worse. Lost his mind when he tried Turkish delights (lokum) for the first time. His favorite is the traditional rosewater-flavored jelly candy. Also a fan of mints and chocolate mints ofc.

Zane - Who likes ice cream? He does! Seems like a mint chocolate or pistachio ice cream type of person to me. Bites ice cream. Does not get brain freezes. Zane had taste sensors and a digestive system in his first body and decided to include taste sensors in his second because he thinks it’s fun. (He has a hatch at the back of his neck where the food comes out, it’s easier than full digestion.) He really likes trying new and sensational foods like sili ice cream (spicy chili) and ruby chocolate. He would be such an Instagram foodie if they weren’t saving the world all the time.

Kai - Chinese egg custard tarts. Also coffee-flavored desserts like tiramisu, Korean rice cakes (tteokbokki) with honey, and Spanish churros with chocolate. Random ass assortment, I don’t have an explanation here.

P.I.X.A.L. - French patisserie. She doesn’t have taste buds but if she did or was a human, I think she’d like desserts with more delicate and subtle tastes. Tiny fancy desserts like mille-feuille and macarons make her indescribably happy.

Bonus: All of them like boba/bubble tea and make regular trips to Ninjago City after missions to treat themselves. I might make a separate post with their specific preferences because I’m a boba fiend.

#hoo boy i worked hard on this one #ninjago #lego ninjago #ninjago cole #ninjago kai #ninjago pixal #ninjago lloyd #ninjago zane #ninjago jay #ninjago nya #ninjago headcanons

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rugtopper · 4 months

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I Hate Butterscotch

By Rugtopper

I was beyond excited. After making every excuse imaginable to see my dentist whenever I could over the years, Dr. Goldstein finally asked me out to dinner. Yes, I guess I could have been bold and asked him myself, but he is at least 25 years older than me. I have had a crush on him since I was a teenager. He is so handsome and dapper. He also has something else that most anyone, male or female, would find off-putting. He wears a toupee. It's not high quality in any way. It doesn't even match the color of his real hair. You see, I have this bizarre problem: I have a fetish for toupees. Every time I'm in that dentist's chair, I get so turned on just staring at Dr. Goldstein's hard, fake hairline. His toupee is a deep chestnut brown, very thick and full, with a traditional left-sided part. The thing that makes it stand out is the upsweep off the forehead. There are far better hairpieces on the market that he could have purchased, but for whatever reasons he went with a less-than-perfect facsimile of human hair. I have never said anything to him about it, although I have wanted to.

The night finally arrived. I had changed my mind nine times over what to wear. I knew he was taking me to a very upscale restaurant, so I knew I needed to wear a suit. I had debated which of the three I owned to wear, and decided to wear the dark navy; then, there was the decision about the tie. I had many in my collection that had belonged to older male relatives who had passed on. Twenty minutes before he arrived, I finally decided on a bright floral. My shirt was crisp and white. My undershirt was taut across my pecs and clearly apparent underneath. I had decided to wear these silly silk pink boxer shorts with red and white hearts on them - just in case. I had gone all-in with garters for my socks. I had worn them since college. A fraternity brother had gotten me into them.

Dr. Goldstein arrived on time looking handsome as ever in a dark charcoal suit. Like me, his shirt was crisp and white, but thicker than mine. Still, I could see the faint outline of the scoop of his a-shirt. I knew he had more traditional leanings in apparel. When I opened my front door, my voice caught in my throat. The way the porch light seemed to magnify the artificiality of his hairpiece took my breath away. I didn't want to go to the restaurant. I just wanted him in my bed with his hair on my dresser. Still, I managed to find my voice and greet him.

"Good evening, Dr. Goldstein."

"None of that 'doctor' stuff tonight, Chris. Please call me Jake. Now, are you ready? That restaurant won't hold our reservation."

"Sure, of course."

I'll skip over the dinner conversation. It was pleasant, but pedestrian. The food was excellent. I thought that I had been fairly successful in avoiding staring at his hair, but I guess I failed because as we got to dessert and coffee Jake put his fork down and looked directly into my eyes.

"Uh, Chris, is there something wrong with my hair? You keep staring at it."

I immediately crossed my legs and said, "I am so sorry, Jake. I didn't mean to stare, or embarrass you. I never would want to do that."

"Then why do you keep staring at it? You seem to do it all the time, especially when you're in the chair for your checkups."

"I apologize, Jake. It's just that . . . Never mind. I can't say."

"Of course you can, Chris. I've known you since you were 12. You can tell me anything."

"Okay. Uhm . . . I don't want to embarrass you or hurt your feelings."

"You won't, Chris. Now, just say it."

I took a sip of my coffee. It tasted very bitter, so I added another spoonful of sugar and took another sip. "Okay. Jake, I really love your hair. I think it is so beautiful. There, I finally said it out loud". After I said that, I tightened my crossed legs even more to keep what little I had from popping up.

At first, Jake got this slightly shocked look on his face, then he seemed to blush.

"You didn't hurt my feelings at all Chris. In fact, I'm quite flattered. But, I'm also somewhat embarrassed."

"I'm so sorry, Jake. Now I'm embarrassed for upsetting you." I took another sip of coffee.

"Chris, I'm not upset, but I am a little embarrassed. You see, this is very difficult for a man to admit, but I actually wear a toupee."

I crossed my legs even tighter, forcing my nuts to roll up inside myself! I tried to keep a pleasant look on my face, but I was so excited. I was also suddenly flushed and slightly dizzy.

"It looks great," I lied to him. Actually, it looked great for someone with my issues, but it looked bad for someone who is trying to convince the world that his hair is real.

"I had to start wearing one when I was in college. A lot of men are embarrassed about losing their hair, especially at a young age. Are you okay, Chris? You don't look well." What I tried to say was, 'I feel fine if a bit warm'. What came out was some sort of incoherent gibberish. After that, I think I passed out, but I really don't remember.

The next thing I do recall was the acrid smell of burning hair, and a coolness on my knees. I slowly opened my eyes. I was sitting in a huge barber's chair with a clear cape covering me, yet I could see my undergarments! What was going on? I looked up and saw my reflection in a huge mirror. There was a husky man standing behind me. He had the most exquisite black pompadour, clearly a full wig. He was holding a tiny pen with a cord attached. He kept touching the top of my head with it. Each time he did, I felt a slight tinge and smelled burning hair - my hair. There was only stubble on the top, but the rest of my hair on the back and sides had been trimmed very short. I tried to talk, but was unable to utter a word. In front of the mirror was a shallow ledge. There were two styrofoam wig heads with a very dark ginger toupee on each. At first I tried to think who I'd like to see wearing them. As my mind cleared more and more, I realized that those toupees were for me. As this reality became clear, I saw Jake via the mirror walking toward me.

"Oh, good. I'm glad you are finally waking up, Chris. You know, I love the cute boxer shorts you wore just for me. Still, it's a waste of all that silk to cover that little dicklet of yours. I bet you sit down to pee. Still, it's good to know you have some traditional leanings in your choice of apparel."

"What's going on, Jake?" It sounded somewhat slurred. I must have still been hung over from whatever was in that bitter coffee.

The husky barber continued to denude my scalp while Jake spoke.

"Chris, you are very intelligent. I think you have figured it out. I am flattered by your schoolboy crush. I even found the story you wrote about me. Now, don't look so startled. I recognized myself in the story immediately, even if you did change my name. You see, Chris, you were very chatty a few months ago during that extraction surgery. Afterwards, with Antonio's professional skills, I decided to help you become the mature man you have longed to be. I think you need to know what it's like to have everyone stare at your hair all the time."

As Jake finished talking, he took a step back. Antonio took one of the toupees off the styrofoam head and applied four pieces of tape to the underside. Two of the pieces of tape were curved. They were placed at the front and back of the hairpiece. On the sides were placed two straight strips. Antonio quickly placed the toupee on my head. The perimeter was rather stiff. The tape immediately stuck to my scalp. When Antonio had my new hair on my head, I felt the curved tape in back adhere just above my occipital bone. I knew then that I was forever going to be a Norwood Six male patterned bald man in a rug. I could feel the light mesh foundation of the center of the toupee against my smooth, sensitive bald head. The toupee was thick and full with a fixed left-sided part. The texture was smoother than my own hair. The contrast between my flat brown hair and what had been taped to my head was stark to say the least. Antonio began trimming my new, fake hair with scissors. He used a small handheld steamer in the front. Suddenly I could tell he was giving me the same up-sweep that Jake's toupee had. I realized that apart from the color, I had the same model toupee as Jake did. The laser wand Antonio had earlier used had killed the hair on the top of my head. It has also destroyed the hair at my temples. Without that, it was even more glaringly obvious what I had on my head. My little dicklet decided to do a happy dance. I was enjoying my new look without a thought about the day-to-day life experiences I would certainly encounter.

I was mesmerized, humiliated, vulnerable, and thrilled all the same time. I was also a little upset.

"It's butterscotch," I blurted out. "I hate butterscotch."

"I know Chris. You told me after that surgery as the nitrogen oxide was wearing off. You told many, many things. You told me about your crush you have had for me, and you told me one other thing."

As Antonio finished styling my new hair, Jake walked up behind me, leaned down beside my ear, and whispered, "you have a great toupee, Chris, but it's still just a cheap toupee."

The End

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goggles-mcgee · 1 year

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What is each person's favorite treat made by Steve?

Another round of headcanons for my What Baking Can Do Au

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Hop: Hops favorite treats are the butterscotch oatmeal cookies. He doesn't admit they are his favorite but he always buys them when he stops by the bakery. Steve always makes sure to bring a box when he visits the Hopper-Byers household.

Joyce: Joyce always gets some snickerdoodles and a cup of hot chocolate at the cafe/bakery but she also loves when Steve makes a 7UP Pound Cake for any get togethers they have. The snickerdoodles are also in the box of cookies that he takes to the Hopper-Byers household anytime he visits.

Claudia: Claudia LOVES getting a slice of Steve's coconut custard pie. It's not one of the most popular pies in the cafe but Claudia always makes sure to get there early to get a slice or two. She has a weakness for his Chocolate Chip Cream Cheese Bars and he makes sure to bring her some when he visits or picks up Dustin.

Wayne: Wayne will not, not ever, admit he has a sweet tooth, but he is one of Steve's regular and best customer's. He particularly likes anything with pineapple so he always gets a slice of the Skillet Upside-down Pineapple Cake and the Creamy Pineapple Pie. He also loves the finger buns and maybe he calls Eddie if he's on a tour or working on songs in the studio, if the boy is home he will drive over there to tell Eddie to date Steve. Eddie brought Wayne a full cake Steve had made when he had mentioned to Steve that he was going to see his uncle for dinner and Steve asked if they had dessert, they did not and Steve just so happened to have more than half of the pineapple upside-down cake left over before he closed and just gave it to Eddie who tried not to swoon.

Charles & Sue: Sue loves to get a Raw Raspberry Slice when they stop by and Charles always gets a couple Chewy Chocolate Cookies. If Lucas is helping out Steve will send him home with some of the treats that he saved for the couple.

Robin: She loves when Steve makes Pumpkin Bread and the Lemon Tarts! But for her birthday he always makes her Hummingbird cake like her grandpa used to make her and she always has the biggest smile when he brings it out for her.

Nancy: Nancy loves the Apple & Fig Butterscotch Puddings that Steve makes around fall and looks forward to getting some when she's down for Thanksgiving break. She also loves to get the Apple & Blackberry Bars, she loves the hazelnut crumble on the top so much.

Jonathan: Jonathan would die for the Chocolate & Spearmint Caramel Slices. The kids tease him for liking chocolate and mint together but he loves it. He also really likes the fudge and Steve is always ready to bring him some when Argyle comes down for a visit.

Argyle: Argyle will argue that he loves everything Steve makes and Steve would be obliged to believe him because the man has literally tried everything in the cafe, but he does eat the fudge a lot but that could be because that's all that Steve brings to Jon when he hears of Argyle coming down for a visit. But Argyle does love one specific fudge, he loves the Fudge Krispies. He also really like the Bee Sting Cake.

Eddie: Eddie would also argue that he loves everything that Steve makes but he does tend to get the Sticky Toffee & Strawberry Tarts and the Chocolate Hazelnut & Frangelico Tart Slices. He loves the taste of the last one but he especially loves the smile Steve gives him when he orders it and the way he asks him if he told him that it was his Aunt's favorite dessert and she used to sneak Steve extra pieces of it. Eddie always says he doesn't think so just so he can hear Steve talk more and watch the way he lights up.

Eddie also loves when he's back around Christmas time or Valentine's Day because Steve makes him these fantastic Chocolate Rum Balls that are to die for!

Dustin: Dustin will take a little bag of Golden Thumbprints to school because of course Steve brings him some for his lunch when he gives him a ride to school. Dustin is also another person who fiercely declares he loves everything Steve makes. But Steve knows his kid and his kid loves the Golden Thumbprints most. That and the Banana Split Cake that he would make him for his birthday.

Max: Max really likes the Honey, Lemon Curd & Blueberry Tarts. Steve always packs her some for lunch. She also just loves everything Steve makes because she knows he loves making everything. She's not great in the kitchen but she does love when Steve tries to teach her how to cook and bake. When they make dinner together and dessert she always feels so happy and loved. She also has a soft spot for when he makes rice pudding since it's something he only makes at home.

El: Besides the waffles she gets when she spends the night at Robin, Steve, and Max's house, she loves when Steve makes her a Chocolate Raspberry Profiterole Cake. He always makes it for her birthday along with birthday waffles! She also really likes to buy a mini Orange Trifle. (She likes the different textures)

Will: Will loves getting a slice of the Peanut Butter & Jelly Loaf, he just loves that it's something simple made better, plus it tastes fantastic. He also really likes the Bombolonis which Steve is ecstatic about and always makes sure he has some for Will when he visits, or if it's ready he will send some with Max to school for Will.

Mike: Mike kinda loves the simple treats the best like the Peanut Butter cookies chocolate brownies but he does have a soft spot for the Neenish Tarts and will be absolutely upset if they are sold out before he gets any.

Lucas: Lucas loves all the cookies but the Super Chocolate Chunk Cookies have a special place in his heart and they were the first recipe that Steve taught him when he started helping out at the cafe. He also really likes the Blueberry-Pumpkin muffins when Steve makes them in fall.

Erica: Erica would die for the Teddy Bear Bread. Yes it's just bread. Yes it's in the shape of a teddy bear. It's the best bread ever. Ever. She also loves the chocolate mousse because Steve give her two cups and always surprises her with the fruit topping. He also will sneak her some Peanut Butter Kiss Cookies.

Corroded Coffin: Gareth, Jared and Jeff adore everything Eddie brings them back but they freaking love the Peach Cream Puffs. Though they do want to find this mysterious cafe/bakery and this "Stevie" so they can actually order for themselves. They are planning on stalking Eddie next time he leaves.

Steve: Steve loves the Chocolate Hazelnut & Frangelico Tart and the Apple frangipane Tart, he loves the salted caramel sauce he puts on top. Those are his top favorites but he also claims that the new treats he is selling in the cafe are his favorite everytime there is something new or something seasonal

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palepinkgoat · 3 months

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thank you to @samantitheos for the tag! I adore you!

Name: Karen Location: kitchen table in Atlanta ga

And now for the randomness! Tell me your most and least favourites of:

Candy? Most - gummy bears, preferably sour ones Least - butterscotch things?

Seasons? Most - summer Least - early spring - the allergies yikes

Hot beverage? Most - coffee Least - hot chocolate, oddly enough. I mean it's fine, but I wouldn't pick it.

Cold beverage? Most - seltzer water Least - alcoholic drinks - I can't drink em anymore (whomp whomp)

Colours? Most - yellow Least - white maybe? I love color.

Vegetables? Most - broccoli Least - sweet potatoes?

Traditional foods from your country? Most - Chicago dogs Least - fried alligator I saw at a state fair one time

Insects? Most - spiders Least - millipedes

Cake flavours? Most - lemon Least - red velvet. It tastes like candles to me.

Non-Gallagher or Milkovich Shameless Characters? Most - Brad. Just a solid guy. Least - Trevor. It's not about "he's not Mickey" for me. What sealed the deal was him telling Ian to move on from Monica and then calling her "nuts." I feel like that reaction for his character didn't quite match but I still hated it. I wish we could have seen Ian come out as bipolar to Trevor. I wonder what he said. tagging: @gallawitchxx @juliakayyy @francesrose3 @auds-and-evens @mybrainismelted and you!

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skeleton-mischief · 2 months

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Stretch Serrif

Oh my god I've had to sit down and stare at how he was characterized in 2016-2018 and I swear I actually wanted to just grab him and shake him because all there was to him was "omg I'm so hot" and "actually I'm a horrible person teehee" Swap Papyrus, you deserved better

Hirough

- Official height 6'3

- He/Him

- Terrible smoker, he would sneak them

- Drinks Honey

- Younger brother of Powder Serrif

- Does not remember Gaster except for in his dreams and faint recollections of his existence

- Loves engineering, since he loves to tinker with things. Kinda a collaboration of what the OG UT brothers hav

- Has an outrageous sweet tooth

- Loves video games, especially ones that he can play with others

- Highly perceptive, but he'll play it off and act like he doesn't know what you're up to until you slip up

- Likes to write fantasy sometimes, small hobby

- Sells corn dogs instead of hot dogs

- Draws as his #1 hobby

- Very handy, loves to tinker with machinery

- Comfortable with touch but can grow very bashful

- Suffers with insomnia

- Impatient at times, impulsive, smooth talker, imaginative, charming, charismatic, lazy, nerdy, intuitive, over-thinker, perceptive, shy, playful, considerate, kind, and unassertive

- Sceptical of humans, but willing to trust them if they show effort to be peaceful

- More of a prankster and loves jokes over puns, but enjoys a good pun because of his older brother. He will lose it if Powder keeps going though

- Protective of his brother, but worries about him. He sees how much his brother has on his shoulders, but he feels like he can't talk to him about not only the resets but also other things because he doesn't want to burden his brother. No one can talk shit about his brother though

- Good friends with Cash, Rus, and Coffee

- Avoids fighting almost at all costs, doesn't like violence unless necessary

- Dog person, but he hates that random dog that terrorizes him from time to time. How can Powder like that thing?

- Prefers edibles over other forms of cannabis, eats it with Cash and Rus

- Hardly curses because his brother would scold him for it, however Powder lets him from time to time. "Oh sugar honey iced tea!" Dork

- Did not get along with the SF!Purple brothers at first, but eventually was able to

- Magic smells of honey and magic tastes of butterscotch

- Best friends with Cash, who helps his confidence. He helps ground Cash

- uses BIC lighter to smoke

- Enjoys fantasy stories

- loves high fives, fist bumps, and hand shakes

- Calls Chara "Goofball"

- Owns a Bumblebee Keychain and phone charm

- Hyperventilates when crying, not too loud, a lot of strained hiccupped breathing

- Would call his lover Honey/Honeybee

- Has beef with Napstaton but mainly because his "smug aura" mocks him

- wore one of those Groucho Marx glasses when meeting Chara instead of a whoopie cushion

- He's good friends with Undyne, both can bond over memes and existential anxiety together

- Asgore's friend behind the Ruins, but he never knew till later on

- Keeps his knowledge of the Resets away from everyone, even when he tried to tell them about it when it first was happening

- He doodles on paper, desks, his shorts or pants, etc, when bored

- Has a lot of visible anxiety, but he tries to keep the facade of being relaxed constantly in front of others

- Loves sweets from Muffet's, he loves going there to get some good food

- He loves eating suckers, especially ones that remind him of bees or citrus

- Wonderful at making people relax despite his own anxiety, he learned from Powder

- Likes to help people, he wants to bring others joy

- His gaster blasters act like dogs, but rather goofy ones

- He doesn't have the most amazing control of his magic, especially compared to Powder

- Likes bragging about Powder to other people

- Drives a little tikes car

- Plays the xylophone because he can make puns about it

- Chaotic neutral to chaotic good

- slouches for Powder because he likes to remember when Powder was taller than him

- He loves to hear praise and he'll get all giddy when he gets it

- He feels unworthy in the face of those that do better than him or have "more trauma" than him. He bottles up a lot of his stress

- He tends to be lighthearted and goofy with his friends

- He's not used to people being sincere about their compliments to him despite being popular Underground. Small White lies to make him feel better

- When someone actually cares about what he likes, he's unsure of himself but he actually would love to ramble if he is given the chance

Closing Notes: He's a silly goofy dork y'all not some hot sexy smoker who's actually just a terrible person. I will die on this hill because what am I to do if I just live a life of mountains and choose to do nothing with it?

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P&J: Hate the Sin, Not the Sinner

I just realized I've never posted a full excerpt of Pride & Justice here before. Clearly this is a mistake that must be corrected. warnings: generic patriarchy and misogyny P&J Taglist: @elegant-paper-collection @auroblaze @zonnemaagd you can also read this on my neocities site!

Like wandering in a dream, Pride paced the little dirt path that wound around the grassy field. Humans went about their little human tasks, the human spawn shrieked and ran around the brightly colored plastic castle. They didn’t notice him, their eyes clouding with a convenient fog of forgetfulness when they tried. Pride swung his tail side to side while he aimlessly walked, painting a curious arc. He hadn’t been to Earth since… how long had it been?

A human man stomped down the footpath toward him. A deep scowl marred his face, leash clutched in a tight fist, attached to a bouncing straw-colored dog that couldn’t have been happier. The closer he got, a tingling sensation on the tip of Pride’s tongue grew. Appearing out of nowhere, a tart flavor washed through his mouth, puckeringly sour and saccharine sweet all at once. Pride grinned through the overwhelming taste, relishing a feeling long unfelt. The taste of the sin of pride, and a soul that needed a bit of a nudge down the stairs.

Pride stopped walking. The human approached, marching along with his dog, oblivious to the demon lying in wait. The closer he got, the stronger the sharp taste of his uncommitted sin. As if he wasn’t there at all, the man stalked right past Pride, not even sparing him a glance. Pivoting on his heel, Pride followed until they were step-in-step, until the smoke curling off his horns tickled the human’s nose. No reaction to that either. Pride forgot how fun it was to be able to hide in plain sight.

“Alright, buddy,” he said, giving the man a friendly clap on the shoulder. “What’s going on?”

For a split second, the man looked bewildered to be addressed. Pride pushed out with his tendrils of influence, latching onto the potential to sin that radiated from his soul. The confusion evaporated as his eyes flashed a crimson red, matching the glow of Pride’s and the flickering flames of Hell.

“Trouble in paradise,” the human grumbled, talking to him as if he were an old friend. “Can’t get two seconds into the weekend before my wife starts bombarding me with a list of chores to do.” The dog trotting at his heels whined, tugging on its leash. He made a harsh noise and pulled it back.

“She wants you to do chores?” Pride repeated. “After everything you do for the family already?”

“That’s what I said! I work all goddamn week to provide for my goddamn family—the least a guy can do is get a break every once in a while.”

“It’s awful that she can’t see everything you do for her. For your kids.”

“The kids—that’s another thing. She said I need to be spending more time with the kids, but how am I supposed to do that when she’s giving me all this extra work? I’m in the office enough as it is. For the family.”

“Isn’t that enough? You’re putting a roof over their heads, aren’t you?”

“Not sure who’d be paying the bills without me, I’ll tell you that.”

“Exactly. And she’s not grateful? She wants you to do more work?” Pride clicked his tongue disapprovingly. “You’re not getting the appreciation you deserve, my friend.”

The dog barked, low and aggressive, tugging back on the leash again. “Hey!” the man barked back. “No, Butterscotch, sit.”

Butterscotch did not sit, stopping in its tracks and growling. Pride jumped in front of the human, putting space between himself and the animal that was too smart for its own good.

“You want to know what I think?” he asked, and the man faced him with rapt attention. “I think you should tell her everything you’re thinking. You’re the reason they have it so good. You don’t deserve to be treated with all this disrespect.”

“You know what I think?” the man asked in kind, digging his phone out of his pocket. “I think I will.”

And oh what a sweet thing it was for a sin to be realized and acted upon, to see a soul condemn itself in real time. Pride grinned ear to ear.

“And hey,” he said, leaning in to make one last suggestion, “just between us?”

The man paused, watching him intently. His dog barked and tugged.

Pride put a hand to the side of his mouth and pretended to whisper. “She’s kind of a bitch.”

Butterscotch tore free of its leash and lunged for him. Pride jumped off the path into the grass and snapped the cord of his power short. The red glow vanished.

Phone pressed to his ear, the man stopped seeing him, eyes clouding once again. The dog continued to bark up a storm, but aimlessly, unable to find the target it once despised. It wheeled all around searching, until the human jogged over, empty collar and leash dangling from his fist.

“Come here, Butterscotch,” he scolded. Butterscotch dashed to his feet, whining and hopping on its back legs. The man wrestled the collar back on, phone pinched between his ear and shoulder. “Yeah—I’m still here, honey, the dog got loose. ”

Pride slipped away, a new spring in his step. It had been so long since he flexed his muscles up here, face-to-face with potential sinners. All he had to do was convince them their worst instincts were good ideas, and suddenly there was nothing even God could do to stop them. It wasn’t even that hard. He forgot how much fun it was to urge them into their egos, to be the whisper in their minds, and disappear without a trace. As far as they knew, he never existed.

The plastic castle squatted in the distance, crawling with humans and their offspring. Teeming with potential, if Pride had to guess, for sins of all kinds. And as the root of all sin himself, how could he possibly refuse?

#original writing #original character #original characters #spilled ink #writers on tumblr #writeblr #original fiction #writeblr community #annika talks #p&j: snippet #pride & justice #p&j

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walnutart · 2 years

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😺 for veronica sawyer and the heathers

Absolutely!

prompt:😺 An animal related headcanon

Veronica:

Veronica LOVES animals.

She has a tabby cat named JFK.

JFK only likes Veronica.

He will hiss and bite at her parents if they try to get close to him.

JFK HATES Heather Chandler

She also likes insects. She continuously begs her parents to let her get a pet tarantula. Her mother absolutely refuses.

When Veronica was younger, she would collect spiders, beetles, and praying mantis in jars and plastic terrariums.

She would draw them and give them names.

Heather Chandler:

Chandler and JFK are Mortal Enemies.

Chandler doesn't appreciate when Veronica pays attention to JFK instead of her when they hang out.

She will passive-aggressively sigh and drape herself across Veronica's bed.

Veronica always tells her that it's completely unreasonable for her to be jealous of a cat

Heather insists that Veronica loves JFK more than her (notably something her girlfriend never actually denies)

Other than JFK, Chandler is not fond of animals. At All.

She thinks they're dirty and loud

However, she is definitely more of a cat person

Dogs are too happy and peppy for her taste

She appreciates and relates to the cold aloofness that cats exude.

If she did ever have a cat, she would probably have a white maine coon.

That cat would be the meanest fucking animal alive

It would be a female, and it would have a red bow collar/a red leather bell collar

Something extra like that

Its name would be something strange and kind of outlandish. Yet like still feminine.

Like Lilith or Opal. Maybe even Lucifer/Satan lmao

I imagine Heather Chandler would be like actually an awful pet owner though so the chances of her actually getting a cat are slim to none.

Heather Duke:

Heather has a snake. I don't have proof, but I can feel it in my

bones.

She has either a smooth green snake or a rainbow boa (look them up they're pretty neat)

Its name would be something like Medusa

Heather McNamara gets/makes little hats for her snake.

Duke reluctantly allows this simply to humor her girlfriend

So far, the snake has a top hat, a cowboy hat, and a little pinwheel hat.

Duke finds this incredibly asinine.

She definitely also has a black cat or a black teacup poodle maybe both

idk I just get a vibe she seems like a small dog person

Also more of a cat person

If she does have a black cat its name would probably be something like Ophelia or something fancy and sophisticated like that. (probably named after a classical literature

Heather McNamara:

Heather Mac also loves animals a lot, however she's more traditional with the animals she likes

She has a golden retriever and a golden doodle

The retriever is named Butterscotch

the golden doodle is named Curly

JFK mildly tolerates Mac (this is a point of great pride for her).

Her dogs are highly trained. They can shake, play dead, speak, also that fancy stuff

Her dogs have A LOT of clothing

Sweaters, tutus, vests, harnesses, ties, bowties, hats, you name it they have it

They usually wear a bandana or a custom collar though.

The dogs love Duke, much to the girl's chagrin

They demand she play fetch, rub her belly, anything

She half-heartedly complies after she sees how happy it makes Mac

Secretly Duke loves Mac's dogs

Mainly because Butterscotch and Curly remind her of her girl friend

#heathers headcanons #heathers the musical #heathers #heathers the movie #heather mcnamara #heather duke #heather chandler #veronica sawyer #chansaw #mcduke #veronica sawyer x heather chandler #heather mcnamara x heather duke #chandlamara

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@elishevart and I were discussing my Accidental Abduction AU and came up with the idea of Stan getting a transplant of an alien organ in that AU. I made a couple references to some ideas I had for the scenario that I was going to keep close to my chest to be used in a write of some sort. Well, here is that write!

(Timeline-wise, this ficlet takes place after this one.)

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Ford stared at the breakfast his alien sister-in-law, Angie, had laid out for him. It consisted of three slices of what appeared to be a small loaf of dark red bread with blue spots, a jar of a bright teal jelly, and a glass of milk. Deciding to start with the most familiar item, Ford took a long drink of the glass of milk. Immediately, he gagged. It wasn’t milk. It had the consistency of a high-pulp orange juice and the flavor of salted butterscotch.

“Oh, dear,” Angie said. She was helping her twin daughters, Danny and Daisy, get ready for school in the adjacent living room, and had heard Ford’s negative reaction. “Do you not like it?”

“No, it’s not that,” Ford said quickly, trying to avoid offending her. He took a tentative sip of the drink. Now that he knew what to expect, it was actually quite pleasant. “It just looked like something on Earth that is quite different in both taste and texture. I was merely shocked by the inconsistency.”

“Oh, okay. Good. Let me know if you dislike any of your food.”

“I will.”

I will not.

“What is it, if you don’t mind me asking?”

“Juice.”

“From what sort of plant?” Ford asked.

“I could tell you, but you wouldn’t be able to pronounce it,” Angie said idly.

“Ah. I see.” Ford tentatively picked up a slice of bread, spread it with the teal jelly, and took a bite. To his surprise and relief, it tasted like a toasted cinnamon raisin bagel with a generic berry spread. Stan wandered into the kitchen, shirtless.

“Daddy, put clothes on!” Danny said fiercely. Stan raised an eyebrow at his daughter.

“Or what?”

“They won’t let you go to work!”

“Nah, I’ll just tell ‘em it’s a human holiday or something,” Stan said dismissively. Danny and Daisy giggled. Stan looked over at Ford. “Do you want some coffee, Poindexter?”

“Is it actual coffee or just this planet’s equivalent?” Ford asked warily.

“Actual coffee.”

“…How?”

“Turns out, it’s not just humans that like coffee. Aliens do, too.” Stan grabbed a bag from a cupboard, poured the contents into an object that looked like a kettle, and pressed a button on the kettle. “The crashed ship you were exploring that got you sent here? It was probably part of a mission a while back to collect valuable resources from uncontacted planets, like coffee from Earth.”

“I’ll take a cup, then.”

“Good, because I already set it up to make two servings, and Angie doesn’t drink it.” Stan paused. “Uh, a quick warning, though. They got coffee plants to grow here, but they aren’t exactly like on Earth. The coffee here tastes a bit different.”

“Different how?” Ford asked. Stan turned to face him.

“Well, it’s kinda-”

“Where did that scar come from?” Ford blurted out, staring at Stan’s abdomen. Stan looked down, as though wondering what scar Ford was referring to. He looked back up.

“Oh, that thing?” Stan chuckled. “It’s a funny story, actually.”

Judging by the appearance, I highly doubt that. The jagged scar was clearly old and healed, but large, stretching across the right side of Stan’s upper abdomen.

“It most certainly is not!” Angie snapped, confirming Ford’s suspicions. She looked at her daughters. “Girls, go get your shoes on.” Danny and Daisy obediently ran off to get their shoes from their room. Angie walked into the kitchen and leaned against the wall, scowling. “Stan, we were terrified for you! You can’t just act like what happened was a joke!”

“I was being a stupid kid when it happened. In my book, that makes it funny.”

“Ugh.” Angie rolled her eyes.

“What happened, exactly?” Ford asked warily.

“A year or two after I moved in for good, I was goofing off on this motorcycle thing a friend was souping up,” Stan said. “Since I was a stupid kid, I crashed it. Passed out right away. Next thing I knew, I woke up in the hospital, with Angie’s family there, completely freaking out.”

“Can you blame us?” Angie asked. “Your spleen ruptured!” Ford’s eyes widened.

“Stanley, that’s a serious injury,” he said.

“That’s what I’m saying!” Angie said, the New Jersey accent she had picked up from Stan coming out particularly strong. Stan rolled his eyes, making Angie huff.

“You don’t have a spleen anymore?” Ford asked.

“Nope, still got one.”

“But if your spleen ruptured…”

“They grew me a new one,” Stan said with a shrug. Ford’s jaw dropped. “Angie, do you wanna explain it? You’ve got the science background.”

“Hmph. Fine.” Angie looked at Ford. “The medical field on this planet has advanced enough that we are able to grow new organs for people who may need them.” Her voice had become stilted and robotic, indicating that what she was saying was being translated from her native tongue by the translator brooch pinned to Ford’s shirt. “We use their genetic information to grow that organ in a medical facility. Without any defects that may have resulted in their need for a new organ, of course.” Angie looked at Stan. “With Stan, though, the doctors were a bit nervous, as the technology has not been tested on humans. We found Stan a doctor who had training in human physiology, but even he was uncertain of how to proceed. Ultimately, they decided to grow Stan a new spleen, with half of the genetic material coming from Stan and the other half coming from a suitable donor. This would allow for the technology to work but also keep Stan’s body from rejecting the organ.”

“By suitable donor, you mean…”

“A member of my species,” Angie said. “And it worked?” Ford asked. Angie nodded. “But…how?”

“Our species are close enough to produce offspring capable of having their own offspring,” Angie said. “I think it makes sense that a donor could be found for Stan.”

“Fair enough,” Ford mumbled. Danny and Daisy returned. Angie walked over to Stan and kissed the top of his head. Some part of Ford wished that he had been there when Stan first came to the planet.

He’s always been so sensitive about the fact he’s shorter than average. I’d imagine he’d have quite the reaction to effectively being a dwarf in this society.

“I’ll drop the girls off with my parents on my way to work. Please make sure you pack lunch for yourself and Stanford.”

“Why am I getting a packed lunch?” Ford asked. Stan frowned at him.

“You’re coming with me to work, genius. Did you think I was gonna leave you here all day? Alone in my house? With weird alien stuff that you don’t understand but definitely want to mess around with?” Ford winced.

When he phrases it like that…

“Don’t worry, Ang, I’ll take care of him,” Stan said to his wife. He kissed her on the cheek. “Have a good day at work.”

“You too, starlight,” Angie crooned. She walked away. Stan watched her leave, a goofy grin on his face.

“Bye, kids!” he called.

“Bye, Daddy!” Danny and Daisy shouted as Angie ushered them out the door. The door had just closed behind Angie and the children when the kettle made a piercing whistle. Stan grabbed two mugs from the same cupboard the coffee beans had been stored in and poured a hefty serving of liquid from the kettle into each mug. He handed Ford a mug. Ford stared at the drink, which was an off-white color.

“I thought you said it was coffee,” Ford said.

“It is. I also said that the plants grow different on this planet.” Stan took a sip from his own mug. “Guess it’s just what happens when you stay somewhere long enough. The place you’re in changes you.”

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Ford managed to last a few hours before his curiosity and fascination could no longer be contained.

“Stanley?” he said. Stan tore his gaze away from the report he was going over. Stan’s office at the Intergalactic and Interplanetary Communications Council was humble, consisting of a desk, a few chairs, and two bookcases. His office had a window that looked out over the alien city, a view that Ford couldn’t help but admire. Stan kept only two things on his desk: his keyboard, which was paired to a hologram screen, and a framed picture of Stan, his wife, and his children at a younger age.

“What?” Stan asked. He sighed. “Look, I get that you’re probably bored, but that’s the only Earth book we’ve got, and I don’t have anything translated for you to read.”

“I understand,” Ford said. He set aside the book he had been given, an autobiography by someone apparently famous for fishing. “But that isn’t what I wanted to talk to you about.”

“If you want me to apologize for the science fair thing, I’m not gonna,” Stan said shortly, turning back to the hologram screen he had been reading from.

…Oh. Right. We have some unresolved issues.

“That isn’t what I wanted to talk about,” Ford said quickly. Some of the tension in Stan’s shoulders eased. “I- I wanted to discuss the, ah, spleen situation.” Stan glanced at him. “I have some more questions about it.” Stan paused, visibly thinking. After a moment, he shrugged.

“I need a break anyways,” he said. He pressed a button on his keyboard, turning off the hologram screen. He leaned back in his chair. “What did you wanna ask me?”

“You said that you woke up in the hospital after the accident,” Ford said. Stan nodded. “Was that before or after you were given the new spleen?”

“Before. The Roswells wanted to make sure I gave permission to get a new spleen, so while I was knocked out, the doctors got rid of my ruined spleen and stitched me up enough to stop me from bleeding out. When I woke up, they explained what the doctors wanted to do. I agreed to it, ‘cause why wouldn’t I? From what they said, living without my spleen would stink.”

An understatement. Though maybe not on this planet, with more advanced medicine.

“I spent a few days in the hospital while the docs whipped up my new spleen. After they gave me the transplant, I spent another week there to recover and be ‘under observation’ or whatever.” Stan etched air quotes around the words “under observation”. “I had a buncha follow-ups for a while to keep an eye on me, but everything worked out.”

“Luckily for you.”

“Yeah.” Stan smirked. “I’m starting to think Lady Luck’s got a crush on me. Or she hates me so much she lets me pull through every time just to see what I’m gonna do next.”

“Who are the Roswells?” Ford asked.

“That’s Angie’s family. I had to come up with something to call ‘em.”

“Ah. An appropriate name.” Ford fell silent. Stan rolled his eyes.

“You’ve got something else to ask, I can tell. Spit it out.”

“The spleen is involved with blood production,” Ford said hesitantly. A grin slowly began to spread across Stan’s face. “Has a partially alien spleen had any impact on your blood?” Stan opened a drawer in his desk and pulled out a pocketknife.

“Check this shit out,” he said gleefully. He pricked the tip of his thumb with the knife blade. Promptly, a large drop of blood appeared. Ford goggled. Instead of dark red, the blood was a deep, reddish purple. “Pretty cool party trick, ain’t it?”

“I- I wasn’t expecting such a visible change,” Ford managed.

“My blood is still mostly human. But the alien blood cells are bigger than the human ones, so it makes my blood a different color.”

“What color of blood do the aliens have?”

“Purple. My blood is more red than the aliens got, since, like I said, it’s mostly human.” Stan’s grin broadened even more. “The doc says I’m the only person with blood like this, probably in the entire universe.”

“That’s- that’s quite-” Ford stammered as Stan pulled a bandage out of his desk and wrapped it around his thumb. Ford frowned. “What about your children?”

“Danny and Daisy have Angie’s blood type. Their pediatrician says hybrids of their kind don’t have hybrid blood.” Stan waved a hand. “I dunno exactly how it works. You’d have to ask Angie. She understands that stuff better than me. All I care about is that my kids are healthy.”

“As a father myself, I concur.”

“Yeah, you said you’ve got kids,” Stan muttered. Ford nodded. “Are they nerds like you?”

“Well…”

“Don’t bother answering, actually. There’s no way you’d have a kid that isn’t a complete geek,” Stan said dismissively. Ford rolled his eyes. Stan glanced at the watch-like band he wore around his wrist. “I’ve got time for one more question before I gotta hop on a work call.” Stan scowled. “If I wasn’t babysitting you today, I’d be going in person. But I don’t wanna risk you causing some sort of interplanetary incident.”

Ignoring the passive aggression. Or, rather, outright aggression.

“Well?” Stan prompted. Ford took a deep breath.

“Yesterday, before we went to your home, you made a comment that implied you don’t really think of yourself as human anymore,” Ford said slowly. Stan raised an eyebrow at him. “And you- you aren’t, are you?” Stan took a while to answer.

“I’m not as human as I was before I left Earth, that’s for sure,” Stan said. He drummed his fingers on his desk thoughtfully. “I mean, the only way I could get a blood transfusion now is if the doctors here grow me some custom blood.” Stan glanced at Ford. “They can grow blood like they grow organs.”

“That sounds like another thing I’ll need to ask Angie about.”

“Oh, yeah. You’ll love hearing how that stuff works.” Stan chewed on his bottom lip. “There’s the whole spleen thing, that’s a pretty big reason I’m not completely human anymore. But even if all my parts were still human, I dunno if I could really consider myself that anymore.”

“What do you mean?” Ford asked. There was a loud chime from somewhere.

“Shit, the call’s about to start,” Stan muttered. He quickly pulled up his hologram screen and turned to face it.

“Stanley, what do you mean?” Ford pressed. Stan looked back at him.

“It’s like I said this morning. When you’ve lived somewhere long enough, it changes you. Now, shut your yap and let me do my job, okay?” Stan turned his attention back to the screen. Ford opened his book again, but couldn’t focus enough to read.

Instead, he looked out the window, staring at the bustling alien city below.

#this was super fun to write and I love this whole concept of Stan being not-quite-human #Accidental Abduction AU #Stanford Pines #Angie McGucket #Stanley Pines #Stangie Family #my writing #my stuff #speecher speaks

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the-broken-pen · 11 months

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Map of Fae Pt. 2

A piece of gravel had sliced its way into her heel, and with every step, it embedded itself a little further.

If she cared to look, she might have been able to make out the edges of her bloodied footprint before the rain washed it away.

She didn’t look.

Building lights came into view, soft and warm, in a dull kind of way

Not soft in the haze of sunshine, not warm in the scent of butterscotch.

Just yellow, in the way of humanity.

And somehow, that hurt.

She left blood on the glass pane as she pulled the door open—when had her hand started bleeding?

Her feet squelched slightly on the floor, and she looked down, staring dumbly at the floor. Her footprints were red. She was leaving puddles of water behind her.

It was raining. Had it always been raining?

Her hair stuck uncomfortably to her neck, and her dress was sticking too, and it was such a bright green and she hated it and it took her a moment to remember why and it hurt and she was scared and she was molasses and sugar sweet slow—

Thunder cracked, and the person at the front desk looked up.

One blink, two, and then—

“Miss, are you alright?”

She blinked rainwater and maybe blood and maybe tears out of her eyes.

The person rounded the desk—she looked nice, but not ethereal nice, just Girl Scout cookie and preservative nice, and her soul eased a bit—and she stopped a foot away from her and her bloody footprints.

The person—she was a cop? She was a cop, this was a police station, in the drum of heartbeats and guns.

The cop’s tone gentled.

“Did someone hurt you?”

Was hurt even enough to encompass it? Was the robbery of choice existence breath love freedom air life taste memory thought considered hurting?

She settled on “yes.”

The cop’s face softened further and she began to hate soft things.

“Hey, Roberts, grab Smith and tell him to radio an ambulance.”

There was a shuffling, and a man popped out.

He stopped when he noticed her.

“Is she—“

“I don’t know.” The female cop turned to her. “What’s your name?”

Her tongue turned to lead in her mouth and she purged herself of every syllable.

She wasn’t stupid enough to give that freely. Not after—no.

The cop simply nodded, as if she had expected this.

“How old are you?”

When she finally spoke, it sounded like it hurt, and it did. “What’s the date?”

The cop blinked.

“February 19th.”

When she didn’t answer, the cop added, “2023”.

Seven days. It had felt like forever and it had been a week? So much suffering, so much kaleidoscopic bending and it was a week?

Time, it seemed, was obsolete in the fae realm.

“17.”

Roberts disappeared, a radio crackled through the wall, and he returned with someone.

Maybe Smith. He looked like a Smith.

The cop took a step forward, and she took one back, and her heel bled more and the gravel sunk further and—

“Is there someone we can call?”

She couldn’t remember.

She felt like maybe she had once been the kind of someone who had someone else to call, who had someone’s at home who ran dishwashers and wrote to do lists. The cops looked like they had someone’s.

Was she still a someone who had someone’s or had they stolen that from her too?

“I can’t remember,” she murmured, and the female cop—her name was Ryan, or at least her last name was, her name tag said so—shifted closer.

“Have you been in an accident?”

“I think it was planned very carefully,” she answered absently, and Ryan shot a look towards Roberts and Smith.

“What was?”

“All of it.”

She was cold. She had forgotten what cold felt like. She liked it. Her fingers shook.

She tugged on the ends of them, but they didn’t stop.

Ryan shifted.

“Is there anything you can tell us?”

The clock ticked and the lights flickered and her spine tingled and she was pretty sure they were all related.

Had things ever not been?

“I don’t want to go back,” she breathed, and it was a promise and a secret and an oath.

The cops didn’t know what to do with those, so they blew away like dandelion seeds.

It was nice being around people who didn’t understand true currency.

“Did someone take you?”

“Yes.”

Ryan reached a hand out. “Let’s get you some dry clothes, and check on those cuts of yours, yeah?”

She didn’t move. Her hair dripped onto the floor.

Ryan wavered slightly.

The clock stopped. Her spin cramped. The lights flickered.

Connections. So many connections.

She wanted their help but nothing came without a cost—what would bandages be worth? What would a blanket be?

The lights shut off, and she knew it didn’t matter anymore.

When they turned on again, the fae was there. Her teeth hurt with the sugar sweetness of it.

The air smelled like jasmine.

“Hello, officers,” the fae smiled. They wrapped an arm around her, so gentle. They had never bruised or bloodied her, though.

Just broken her. So broken. Like a doll.

Ryan startled.

“Sir—“

“I’m terribly sorry to have bothered you. Our car broke down just up the road, and she got in a bad accident when she was young. I thought she was fine, but the next moment—“ they waved their hand, as if encompassing the whole of her shaking wet body and bleeding skin.

Ryan relaxed slightly.

“We have an ambulance on the way, we can get you some blankets while you wait—“

“That won’t be necessary,” the fae said, and she could hear the sharks teeth and bite. “It was just a flat. All fixed now. I can take care of her myself.”

Something flickered in Ryan’s eyes, something flickered in all three cops eyes.

The fae guided her towards the door, bearing most of her weight as she stumbled, and Ryan grabbed her other arm.

“Sir, I really don’t think you should leave,” Ryan began.

Her eyes said please and her mouth said wait.

She felt the exact moment when the fae decided to kill them.

One moment, nothing, the stagnant kind of nothing in which nothing of importance is happening.

The next, the bloody kind of nothing.

Robert and Smith’s bodies hit the ground with a wet sort of thud.

When Ryan fell, she slid down the side of her body. She stared at her absently.

There was more blood on her dress now.

She couldn’t remember if the fae would be pleased by this.

The fae moved to the computer, a single touch causing it to fritz. They turned to her with a smile.

“Now, love, that wasn’t very nice of you.”

She didn’t know if they were referring to her running away or her seeking help or her stabbing them.

She laughed, and her throat burned.

“Which part.”

The fae’s eyes flickered, but they didn’t move closer.

The world fritzed like the computer for a moment. Her lungs hurt. Her hand clenched on plastic and regret.

“You belong to me,” they reminded her.

She jerked her head, just once.

“No.”

The fae stepped forward.

“I have your name—“

“Don‘t.”

The fae stopped, then, and appraised her.

The smiled returned, and it was a ravenous thing.

“Oh, love, I should have known.”

She took a step back.

“Known what?”

Her hands were slippery.

The fae tipped their head.

“That much compulsion, so fast, for that long?” They paused, amused. “It changes you. Tell me, can you even remember why your hair is wet?”

She looked down, surprised. When had she gotten wet?

The fae laughed, just too far on this side of delighted.

“It’s raining,” the fae supplied. When they took a step forward, she didn’t move. “Your mind is like a shattered mirror. You’re halfway between realms. Not quite a thing of humans, not quite a thing of fae. Don’t worry, I can fix it.”

“I don’t want you to.”

The fae paused.

“I don’t want to go back.”

They tutted. “I’ll admit, I never meant for it to get this bad, but I can make it stop hurting,” they soothed. “Wouldn’t you like that?”

“I’m fine—“

“You’re slipping. You have to be able to see that. Let me fix it. That smart mouth, that wicked mind of yours is breaking.”

“Then I’ll keep breaking until there’s nothing left,” she spat, and for a moment, she remembered.

Cartology. She really hated it.

Fucking Janice.

The fae took a step closer.

“You took me.”

The fae simply nodded. “How could I not.”

“You had to know I would never stay.”

The fae turned grim.

“You will. I’ll make sure of it.”

She laughed.

“I got away, didn’t I?”

“An oversight.”

“You just killed three people.”

“They would have kept you.”

“You would keep me, too,” she said over the drip of her blood onto the floor.

The fae shifted on the balls of their feet.

The sound of an ambulance drew closer.

“Humans, they don’t deserve something like you. You aren’t like them. You’re halfway between the realms, can’t you see? I didn’t mean to break you, but you came out so much stronger, can’t you see? Not quite human but not quite fae,” they looked at her with reverence. “You’re exquisite.”

“I am neither human nor fae. But I am still not yours.”

The fae twitched like they wanted to erase her words from memory.

“They cannot love you like I can.”

She laughed again, and it was sharp. It felt like her. This newer, shiny edged metal of her. It felt like the thrill of perfection and the adrenaline of free fall. Like power and love and mortality and the immortal in one. The clock began to tick. The lights steadied.

Neither human or fae, but both.

“No,” she ceded. “They can love me better.”

And then she raised Ryan’s gun, slippery with water and blood, and fired a single shot.

I don’t know how I feel about this but I refuse to proof read. Maybe I will at two am. Spontaneity, am I right?

A thank you to @hojo76 for saying he had no idea how I should continue this, which was super helpful considering I gave him two options and he chose neither, which was NOT an option. Don’t worry, you guys got the good option, it just had to stew for a couple weeks.

And because you asked to be tagged, my lovely reader, @d-cs

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