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hearteyes-for-killmonger · 10 months

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New Magic Wand

Tyler the Creater x Black Reader

You know the plot. In essence, Tyler is tired of being a side in his own relationship with you.

"I don't like that bitch," Tyler said simply.

In all honesty, he detested her. Isis was the superstud who was in love with his baby.. You. He didn't understand why you liked her.

He put his middle finger up when you put him in your livestream. It pissed him off to see you play dumb to his face, like you ain't both know the bitch was in love with you.

You aimed your camera from off-stage at his audience.. for Isis. Was this a joke to you?

"He got 'em chanting baked beans," you chuckled.

"It's what they what eat." Y'all were in fuckin London. What did you expect?

"WATERMELON! WATERMELON! FRIED CHICKEN! FRIED CHICKEN!"

Typically, he'd laugh at some stupid shit like that, but Isis laughing pissed him off and made him wanna take a literal shit on your phone.

"Racially motivated," he muttered dryly. The only reason he asked you to come with him on his tour in the first place was to get you away from her. She was your coworker. Y'all already spent too much time together, and he wasn't dumb. Of the three, not one of y'all were straight. All he asked for was loyalty. How could you fuck up something so simple?

After his set, he was sweating. He met up with you and ended your stream, beating you to it when you got mad.

"You been smiling and kiki'ing with that bitch the whole fuckin time I'm on stage. Give it a rest."

You snorted, laughing when he confronted you.

On the outside, he was calm, but dark conflicting thoughts were fighting for control of his mind. You kept treating his feelings like mud, treading through them bitches and rubbing them on the rug before entering casa de la Isis.

How long had y'all been fuckin behind his back?

"You really mad at that shit.. relax," you downplayed it, gaslighting him. "I saw everything you did. You was killing it, but you know Isis.. just like to watch."

You kissed his cheek as he stared, trying to comprehend your audacity. With a grip on his head, you whispered, "Stop acting like that."

You'd seen nothing yet. He'd just got a new glizzy, and it wasn't a strap-on.

Sex between the two of you was like trains colliding, explosive with pieces scattering all over the bed and the floor. The parts on your bodies didn't matter to each other so much as the passion you both exchanged spiritually. It was more than sex. It was ritual soul melding. Tyler was addicted to being whole with his other half... So when left alone for too long without you, he'd spiral downward, the dark thoughts getting louder.

Like now. The tour was over, and you back were home living your life. He stayed with you in your city because he finally had the freedom to fuck you into another dimension and float with you on a high until you both returned to your bodies.

You ain't want that though.

In his mind, you were supposed to be with him, but instead... you were out with Isis.

Tyler looked through your social media. Of course, he was on it. Y'all pictures read like couples pictures, but they also read like best friends, and sometimes just music partners since you made beats.

In your pictures in Isis, you and Isis looked like a happy black lesbian couple. She had a possessive posture like you belonged to her and no one else. You habitually let her get too close, and she took full advantage.

"Just friends," he thought bitterly. Your smile in those photos said more than you'd willingly admit. You looked joyous. He could tell you loved her back.

Drowning himself in the music from his headphones, he made french toast and watched NCIS in your apartment while he watched the clock. It was 2:05 AM and he was seething with envy.

What the fuck were you doing?

You stumbled in at 3:15 and laid next to him in your bed, knocking out. It took all he had not to smother you in your sleep.

She had to go.

Tyler was unquestionably jealous. Every time you mentioned that bitch in conversation when it was supposed to be just him and you.. or when you spent hours with her alone.. he felt dark energy flood him. He'd see his new toy in his mind and think chitty chitty bang bang. Isis would go bye-bye and his problems would be solved.

He talked about the ills his relationship with his niggas, but left out his dark impulses. They knew him well enough to know that they were there without the specifics. He had a strong sense of justice that told him the bitch needed punishing, but according to his friends, he was obsessed. It was an unchecked mental disorder that they debated, diagnosing him from TikTok. His anger was valid, yes, but you were his fixation. He was hyper-focusing, which is why he was so bitter.

So what if he was? You were his to fixate on. Or did that not matter?

He finally pulled your card one day when Isis came to scoop you on his time. You wanted to rush, but he stopped you.

"She got her backpack in the backseat. How long you plan on playing in my face?"

Isis looked through across through the passenger window with her arm around the seat, smirking at him like she did that shit to make a statement.

You looked back like you ain't originally see it. "Oh, she just keep it there sometimes."

Tyler pulled you closer, letting you know he was dead serious. "Bullshit hours over. Why you spend so much time with her when I'm right here?"

You looked confused.

"I'm not stupid. I know y'all bump coochies." His fingers scissored.

You looked back at Isis in her cherry red Chevy like you were embarrassed, still in the closet about your bi-ness.

Tyler understood, and he ain't mention it before because he knew what it was like, being in the closet. He, himself, hated labels. Why you couldn't trust him is what he didn't understand. Out of anybody, you could've came out to him. Regardless, there was still a strong unearthly connection the two of you had. His spirit was bound to yours, and he couldn't let go without fighting.

"We've developed what we have into something unbreakable. Us together is like magic."

"Why you saying all this?" You looked guilty when you said you loved him. "It's not what you think. Don't think that way, you know it's me and you forever. I'm not dropping you for nothing." You cupped his chin in your hand when you kissed him, him staring blankly through through it.

He felt embarrassed by the fact that he let you play him for so long. He hoped you'd get her out of your system so that you could focus on him only, but there was only so much he could take.

"What you two have together might seem similar, but be fuckin for real," he glared. He was Tyler the Fucking Creator. "You've known that bitch a few months. Her pussy came with the job. In another few months, you'll won't even be talking. She hasn't developed the connection with you that I have," he stressed. "She's not developed like we are."

She was the roadblock between him and you. With her gone, you couldn't leave him, and he'd be happy. He was desperate.

"Tyler, I'm a be real with you. You dragging this a lil too much."

Your tune changed briefly when he got a little aggressive. All he needed to do was grip you up and you'd melt.

"This 60/40 isn't working. I need 100 of your time." With a hand on your neck, he reiterated what you kept forgetting. "You're mine."

But he didn't feel like she should have to resort to that just to keep you honest. He was a soft lover. In his mind, you should've wanted to be faithful like he was to you. Again, he was desperate to get through.

"I told you, you got it wrong," you said softly. "Our relationship ain't like that. We just like kicking it." You held his chest when he shifted in frustration on his feet. "I can't be with you all the time, Tyler. I need my own space to breathe."

Tyler's friends had basically called him selfish for wanting to be with you all the time, even though it wasn't technically all the time. It was free time. Particularly the time you spent with Isis. She was the only bitch in your life he'd trip over. Now he was reading into what you were saying. He was selfish to want the time you spent with her.

As you stared up into his flat eyes, he asked you.. "You think I'm selfish?"

You swallowed your lips and he nodded, having his answer.

"I'm selfish because I don't wanna share my fucking partner?" The dark thoughts were resurfacing.

"We just going for some girls time," you shrugged him off. You looked back at him from the passenger side of Isis' car.

"That bitch ain't me, can't see me, ain't never gonna be me," he muttered in distaste as y'all drove away. "Bitch."

Turning abruptly, he left the spot. Like he wasn't fully in touch with his femininity and a lover of 'girls time'. He was girlier than Isis' super-butch ass.

He knew exactly what he had to do.

He had his moment when you left, knowing that girls time was code for experimentation and getting fucked by your coworker. He spiraled as he mourned the purity of his relationship, but then he got the fuck up.

He let you come home and live a few days while he played Martha Stewart, homemaker, but he also scheduled his flight back to LA.

You were in a good mood at this point, ready to love on him like a weekend bitch. You wanted to go to dinner, so he said, "Shit, where?" And he let you drive. You were happy, mapping out beats with your mouth.

Then he brought up Isis and your mood switched.

"I ain't talkin bout that shit," you snapped. "You wanna ruin a good evening complaining about a bitch that ain't here, be my guest. Otherwise, show some fucking gratitude. You wanted me to spend this time with you and I'm here."

The two of you went back and forth until you changed lanes like you're pulling over.

"Don't park," Tyler pointed straight, determined to say exactly what it was he wanted to say.

When you got mad, it was one of your tactics to pull over and threaten him with a break-up. It was an effective method to make him drop the subject of your infidelity. Why he let you treat him this way... He was in love.

Had it been anyone else, he'd have told them long ago to kiss his ass.

You rolled the car onto the shoulder, so he brandished his new pistol. "Keep driving." He had a plan.

The car drifted back onto the road, though you both knew the gun wouldn't be aimed at you.

"I get it. You're upset."

"Upset?... This superstud that got you hooked on plastic is fuckin up the frame, but I can make her make her go away."

You paused, not surprised at his mind, but surprised that he'd bring it to you even after your threats to break up with him.

"What the fuck Tyler?" You turned to, calling his bluff. "What you gonna do, shoot the bitch?"

"I'll delete that bitch like a paragraph," he corrected. "Keep trying me."

It was clear now that you didn't give any kind of fuck. His love was real, but it was too late to slow his wrath.

"You won't do shit!" You fussed in your seat, cussing him out and daring him to try it. "Say we were fucking around, you think I'd be happy if you killed someone? You think I wouldn't immediately turn you in?"

Tyler rolled his eyes, pointing the gun at you. "You think I wouldn't shoot you too? Roll the dice on me and see if you lucky, bitch."

You cackled loudly, taking his frustration as a desperate tantrum. "Put the gun down. We both know you'd sooner shoot yourself before you ever shot me."

"That's what you gambling on?" He cocked the gun but kept his finger off the trigger. "Pick a side. That bitch or me."

You shook your head and smirked in annoyance, sighing as you passed the restaurant.

Tyler stared at the side of your face, his gun still poised in your direction.

Wrong answer.

"Choose or I'll choose you both."

He could see that caught you off guard. Your expression said 'hm?'

You instantly pulled over on the side of the road despite his direction and parked as his eyes narrowed, still stuck on you. Kill Bill sirens rang in his head. You'd rather park the car on him and make more fuckin threats to keep your side bitch rather than lie and at least say you'd choose him.

Slowly, you took off your seatbelt. He watched as the dark thoughts took over.

You better not, he thought.

You did. You opened your door and he watched you.

Your leg stepped out.

"Fine, run," he blinked dismissively, the darkness taking over. He got out too and snatched the keys. "Get your stupid ass in the passenger seat. You're not leaving me."

With you in the car, he took your phone and went through your text thread with Isis. He checked deleted messages, too, because he wasn't stupid. He was tired of sharing.

"Just think for a second," you told him, trying to calm him down but he was done being stopped by you. He drove to the address Isis had sent you and dragged you with him to the door, but she wasn't home.

You looked relieved, but Tyler was a petty bitch and whether male, female, or nonbinary, anyone who messed with his relationship could get the blammy.

"Uh. Let's go," he put on his seatbelt, determined.

He drove around looking for that cherry red Chevy, finding it parked in front of a nearby gas station. She wasn't in it when he passed it and pulled up a few spots away. There were three other cars. Not many people.

"Tyler! Let's just go," you slid in protest, refusing to get out of your car. You locked it from the inside, but he had the fob.

He took a deep breath with his hands in the air.

"You really fucking up my plan."

Even if he hadn't planned on really doing anything originally, he was definitely gonna do it now!

He pulled you from the car and dared you to scream or do anything but walk. To his annoyance, you screamed as soon as you got inside the little store, but Isis turned around.

"Can't be in the picture if it got no frame," he warned, aiming his gun as he blocked the door.

She was at the freezer when Tyler shot twice in her general direction, hitting one of the patrons.

"I ain't got no shame, I'll fuck all this up."

I wanna share hyphenated last names and be your number one, rushed through his mind as he pulled you back and forth. No one was getting in his way.

Isis ducked and almost tripped on her way to the door as Tyler followed her with a trail of bullets, hitting snack bags, customers, the clerk, and anyone else trying to flee. He hit Isis last, just as she thought she'd got away. Then he went around and double-tapped, shooting the camera and breaking into the small security office to fuck up the footage. He pulled you along the entire way, stealing a bag of Lays on the way out and only turning to you once he started the car.

"You look concerned?"

With a smirk, he pulled away.

Catharsis fueled him as he hit the road with you knowing he'd packed both of your bags in the trunk. He'd booked not one but two plane tickets to LA, preparing for this to happen. He knew at the start of the day that there was a 50% chance of this outcome. He'd been thinking about it since his tour, back when he'd acquired his new magic wand. It'd granted his wish.

He looked over at you once more, feeling freed.

You didn't call the police. You didn't say a word.

Matter of fact, y'all didn't talk about it at all. It was a weird energy. The both of you just... moved on, keeping it as the elephant in the room.

Then he dumped you.

Only the few friends he trusted knew his crimes and they asked him in a smoke session...

Why? Why go through all that trouble? I thought you were in love? So then why'd you dump shorty?

He thought about it with a wry laugh. You were tracking his love like mud and wiping it off like something to be cleansed of, so he cleansed you.

Now you knew not to play games with people's emotions.

Now, he was free to move on with his.

He took a puff and held it, letting it through his lips. There was one way he could think of while high as a means to sum it all up, and he shrugged.

"Sometimes you have to close a door to open a window."

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eusuntgratie · 1 month

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what is your favorite meal to make for others? what is your favorite meal that someone makes/made for you?

I LOVE THIS QUESTION THANK YOUUUUU AMANDA <3

i could talk about food all day every day.

i love to make things that people love that they might not get to eat all the time. i spent most of my life in NC, so i cook a lot of southern food for people who are from the south but don't live there anymore and southerners who don't cook certain things.

biscuits & gravy and chicken & dumplins are two things i make for my friends a lot when they visit.

i love making alfredo for my daughter because its her favorite. usually with chicken and broccoli.

i love baking people cakes and pies. i love trying new recipes when people visit and hoping for the best.

i love cooking venison for people who haven't had it or haven't had a lot of game meat or who have never had it prepared well.

i love making homemade pasta; i don't do it enough.

pierogis. i don't make those enough either. they are a lot of work, but i love them so much. i make the sauerkraut i put in them too.

my favorite meal my husband makes for me is steak. his wings are a close second they are SO GOOD and he makes them for big hockey games for me and kiddo 🥰 oh his carne asada is really good too, he hasn't made that in awhile. ooooh and scallops. yum.

my favorite meal my mama makes me for is round steak with rice and corn. or smothered chicken with lima beans. those are things i ask for the most when i visit her. oh and beef stew with cornbread. i make it too, but it's still better when she makes it. and angel food cake, which she made me every year for my birthday for most of my life.

ask me anything

#food is my love language #come visit me and ill cook you something delicious #food asks always welcome!!!#jbarneswilson #ask grace

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small-sinclair · 1 year

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Hey! It’s my birthday today, I was wondering if I could have some birthday headcanons? Like what the boys would do on their s/o’s special day. Ty! 🖤🦇

HAPPY BIRTHDAY!

I hope you enjoyed your day!

The Sinclairs way of celebrating s/o’s b-day.

I promise, he didn't forget.

Growing up, he shared a birthday with his twin, but birthdays weren't a big thing. But he'll do anything to make you happy on your special day, even if that means not saying happy birthday to you in the morning.

He has your birthday circled in bright red on the calendar in the shop.

With some help, he's planned the perfect night for you even if you think he's forgotten.

He has you go with Lester to town with a long list of items, kissing your head before shoving you out the door, shouting, "An' don't com' back withou' 'em Twinkies!"

It hurts a bit that he can't tell you your surprise, but he promises himself that your smile and excitement will be worth it you flipping him off and cutting off your sentences.

He cleans the house like a mad man without a cause. He's done the dishes all nice and pretty, vacuumed and swept every floor, dusted every corner, laundry spinning and drying. Everything has to be perfect for you. After all, it's your day.

After making everything look nice, he goes and makes himself look nice.

He won't where his black suit (even though you think it's cute). With Vincent's help, he picked out a nice tie over a clean white shirt. Showers, shaves, and sprays that cologne you like.

While he's doing that, Vincent drops off an outfit (or a dress) that Bo picked out for you along with any makeup or jewelry at the shop. There, he waits for Lester to bring you back.

When you get out of the truck and ask what's going on, Vincent shows you your outfit and items.

'Bo has something planned for you, y/n. Trust me.'

After getting ready and nice in the shop, you see the calendar with your birthday circled. You couldn't help but blush. Bo's been working so hard for this, hasn't he?

You hear Bo's truck outside and his good cowboy boots tap the floor as he enters.

He held out his arm for you to take as he places a wildflower in your hair.

"You look breathtaking, darlin'."

Once you get to the house, you see his work. The kitchen light buzzing as something in the oven bakes. One the table, you see there's a gift bag, a badly wrapped box, and a green envelop.

He pulls your chair out and makes you a plate. He's cooked his famous alfrado and south style chicken.

He's pulled all the stops tonight, too, even getting that wine you like (he hates wine) and making sure you were comfortable and loved.

He kisses your cheek. "'M sorry, darlin', if I made ya mad this morning. I had t'keep it a secret." He turns off the kitchen lights for the glow of the candles to light the room. "The Sinclairs never celebrate much, but I... I wanna 'at to change for ya."

Bo sits next to you after placing a homemade cake in front of you. It's decorated as if a kid did it, but it's perfect.

"Happy Birthday, y/n."

Vincent

When you wake you, you're greeted with kisses and hugs.

He's going to make you feel so much love that you won't know what to do with yourself today.

As mentioned in Bo's, their birthdays weren't celebrated and just seen as an other day, but he wants this birthday with him to be the best for you. After all, you're his muse and his muse deserves the best!

He makes you breakfast and coffee in bed, bringing you your favorite food.

On the tray, he made a paper swan and has you open it to show a little list that he's made over the months of knowing you.It's about things he loves about you along with how much you mean to him.

He's not done, too! That's just the morning.

For the rest of the day, he smothers you will all the love he can give. Hugs, cuddles, kisses, hand holding, anything you want him to do, he'll do it, y/n.

He gives you your presents, little gifts that he's made for you out of wax along with drawings and water colored paintings.

You two go upstairs and smell the house smelling like a bakery. Lester finished baking your cake, but he's not going to decorate it.

You and Vincent are.

You two raise Hell as you decorate your cake, he was taking careful strives to make it look good while you were dazzling it with sprinkles and giving frosting to Jonesy.

He takes his mask off as you two work, you telling him about past birthdays and plans for the future.

You boop Vincent's nose with frosting, giggling.

He looks at you as if you two are meeting for the first time. How could he be so lucky to have you, y/n?

When the cake is done, he holds close as you two admire the work.

He doesn't talk much, but... "Happy birth...birthday, y/n."

As your day comes to a close, he holds you in his arms to watch the sunset outside to watch the fireflies and flowers sway as you two sit on a blanket.

With the cake gone and him, your birthday is one of the days you'll look back on.

Lester

Much like Vincent, he wakes you up with kisses and cuddles, whispering, "Happy birthday, sweet pea."

The sun isn't up. Why is he waking you up????

"Com'on, move 'round. I got somethin' special fer ya today. We c'n stop fer breakfast, too."

By the time you're dressed, he has the nicer truck packed and ready to leave with Jonesy in the back seat.

He'll treat you like a passenger prince/princess, letting you pick the music, making sure your warm enough with the blanket. He's happy you are comfortable.

He kisses your hand while he drives, and you go to sleep for a while.

Les has been planning this day for a long time! He got the two days off and let his brothers know that he's taking you somewhere for your birthday. Growing up, birthdays weren't a thing. As the Forgotten Child, birthdays are just another sad reminder of him being forgotten.

But he won't forget yours. Never.

He stops for fast food breakfast, getting your favorite food there and some coffees.

By the time it's lunch, you see something coming closer to the horizan: The Golf Shores.

"I remember ya tellin' me ya liked the ocean an' t'fishes!" He gives you the brightest smile as he dug in his pocket, pulling out two tickets. "So's, I gots us tickets to the aquarium! An', guess wha'? Jonesy c'n com' in as long as she behaves!"

You walk hand-in-hand all over as you look at the fish and sea life, and Jonesy was on her best behavior ever (as if she knew that it's your birthday, too) as she lets strangers pet her.

You end the day down by the waters, watching the sunset on the sand, sitting on a blanket.

"We don't hav'ta rush, honeycomb. Got us a motel room so we c'n spend t'night."

He offers you another smile and kisses you as he gives you a little present.

It's a matching necklace of bones, the same type of bones he wears, and a new earbuds for music.

"Oh! An' one more thin'." He digs into his other pocket and gives you a key. "It's a house key! I thought ya might like t'have one."

It’s one of the best gifts he could’ve given you.

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bo-bo-bean · 11 months

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No one asked for this but I'm writing it anyway.

TRAFFIC LIGHTS SHIP

The ship between Pop, Disco Bear and Flippy? *chef kiss*

I never thought I would love them so much! They're just all sad geezers who make each other feel better with hot chocolate nights and snuggling-

Pop. Man needs a break XD He needs some love in his life and help with his son, but doesn't realize dating these two dorks helps him realize he comes in the equation of love.

Disco Bear, I feel, is a closeted gay who refuses to even think about opening the door, right? That's just how I see him. Or he could be a MetroSexual, soooooo there's that

Flippy. What to say that isn't already said XD Canonically, he had PTSD and a split personality disorder; the creators said so!! (Ask me for the link to that). Boy needs so much love and care. (I also feel when he's about to flip, the two bears just smother him in love like a weighted blanket and whisper sweet nothings to him.)

Together, they just help each other lift one another higher and stronger...! Pop would make dinners at night, Disco Bear would let the two vent about their days, and Flippy makes the best god damn cookies later on for them to snack on while watching old black and white movies.

Also also! Cub! Am I adding him in the ship? Hell nah, that's just creepy. BUT how would Disco Bear and Flippy react to Cub?

Flippy would be the BEST father figure, I feel. He basically held the army on his shoulders after that whole Tiger operation to make up for it, I'm sure! I mean, man went from Private to Sargent for a reason, right? He would teach Cub some things, maybe is prone to spoiling him a bit with baked goods. He also makes him socks and sweaters!! He would knit while having Cub in his lap, either asleep or babbling along.

Disco Bear would be a great parental figure with at least surveillance every hour or so. He can teach Cub things EASILY, but he mostly dances with Cub. (Bet, he taught Cub how to twerk, Pop did NOT appreciate that). He's still a fun dad who takes Cub out of the house to the beach or the mall or out to eat! He also acts like he knows what Cub is saying

"Baba-oooboo!"

"*gasp* You don't say!"

"Aba! Gooya!"

"She didn't!"

Yeah just like that.

Now how would Pop and DB react to Fliqpy?

Hoo boy

Pop would do everything in his power to help Fliqpy calm down and he is shockingly really good at it! He would hug him tight, hum in his ear, offer one of his son's toys as a stress toy, even makes him hot drinks to calm down...! Until Flippy is back, the veteran ain't leaving his sight.

Disco Bear. That's a tough one but I think he would use the element of surprise! When he sees Fliqpy a little too late to stop the transformation, he would dip him and smooch him until he's so red, he's purple! Maybe also dance with him or grab an emergency super soaker XD Seriously though just have a water gun before leaving the house every day.

Again, no one asked for this, but I needed to write this man, this ship is my life and blood and I wanna cradle it and make it a home cooked meal. (that's my love language. If I love you, I will fucking make you a home made meal from my heart. I'm a wizard with chicken noodle soup)

#happy tree friends #htf #htf flippy #htf pop #htf disco bear #htf traffic lights #htf streetlights??#htf sad geezers?#idk what to call this ship #i hope you all enjoy my ted talk #still waiting for surgery #still a little sick #ill be okay though :3 #damn now I want chicken noodle soup #htf cub

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wtfuckevenknows · 7 months

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Hi B! 👋

For this nice ask day I would like to ask: do you have any new recipes you've tried that have been really good lately? I really enjoy the little cooking/baking posts you make 💜

It is honestly a tragedy but I haven't been trying a lot of new recipes lately because I've been too tired/lazy/burnt out for cooking and just opted for fast stuff BUT...

THIS SAUCE!!!!!!!! I use it for everything now 😂

This was also really delicious (I veganized it obv but it's really easy to do)!

This isn't a new recipe and I'm not that much a fan of the tofu (BUT IT'S BETTER IF YOU TOSS IT IN CORNSTARCH BEFORE YOU FRY IT) but I'd die for the red cabbage from this recipe! And assembled they're actually pretty good even with the tofu 😂

I made this a couple of days ago with the pumpkin puree I made, and while I love it I personally would double the spices in this recipe because I find it a bit bland otherwise.

AND I made these cupcakes from my fic "It's amazing what baking can do" yesterday and they're really really good!

#thanks for the ask darling ❤️#fucking love talking about food #feel free to give me as many opportunities to talk about food as you like #why do you think I'm writing a baker/chef fic 😹

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daintyduck99 · 1 year

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Now every time I see a prompt list of yours I gotta prompt Bobby/Julie. A kiss on the corner of the mouth, plz?

Midterms are an excellent form of torture.

Bobby takes one look at her as she plops down heavily beside him in their favorite corner booth and snaps his laptop shut.

"You need chocolate. I'll bring you a croissant. You want your usual with it?"

She nods, and he's working his way around the table before she can even offer him her wallet. She bites down on a smile.

She'll get him next time. Maybe surprise him with some chicken adobo, just to see his eyes get adorably wide. Possibly, even, to witness one of his rare, full smiles.

He returns to their booth with half of one and a hefty tray, laden with her coffee and his tea and their baked goods and the fruit salad they rarely splurge for.

"We deserve a treat," he says before she can protest, sliding back into his spot and leaning towards her insistently. "Especially you. I know you sang your heart out for that vocal jury. And the week's not over. You're amazing, and I'm sure you're acing everything, but it'll be easier if you keep your energy up. Okay?"

She groans exaggeratedly, burying her face in her hands to hide her flush. He's so close, and all of the sincere praise is still ringing in her ears, although it's nearly drowned out by the pounding of her heart.

"Okay, dad. Thank you."

"Unlike our friends, I'm not big on TMI, but I'm not into that. Just so you know."

Julie nearly chokes.

"I don't know how anyone thinks you're not funny," she manages, taking a much-needed sip of her coffee.

Bobby shrugs. "No idea. I'm hilarious."

She laughs a little, smothering the sound with a bite of her chocolate croissant. He was right; it's exactly what she needs, flaky and filling and sweet. By the time they're finished with their food, the world seems a little brighter. A little more obtainable.

It wasn't the food, though, not really.

She can't resist giving him a soft smile.

"Seriously, Bobby. Thank you."

There's the moon eyes, round and shining. He clears his throat and looks away.

"You've got some chocolate on your face."

Of course she does. She groans again, hurriedly wiping at her mouth.

"Did I get it?"

He drags his gaze back to her lips.

It lingers, this time.

"No."

Her hand shakes as she raises it to her face. She hesitates.

"Maybe I should just—"

He wraps his fingers around her wrist and leaves a gentle, fleeting kiss at the corner of her mouth.

It lights her nerves on fire, and she turns her head to let their lips meet squarely, tenderly. Her fingers work their way into his, and she feels it when he fully smiles, which leaves her warm from head to toe.

"I got it," he murmurs, still wearing that smile, and she lets out a breathless laugh, laying their joined hands on the table.

"I'm not thanking you again."

He cocks his head. "Maybe I am into that."

She's out of quips, but that's okay. She's got a new option—

Kiss him again.

#jatp moon and stars #bobby x julie #niche rarepairs my beloved #university aus my beloved #I've been feeling v weird about my writing lately I hope this is okay #kiss prompts #ficlets with ash #julie and the phantoms

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mybigfatgaylife · 1 year

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Carrying on the tradition @froody started. :)

More info if you're unfamiliar with meat and threes:

I've never seen all of these available at once at a meat and three, usually there's only a few choices. I left out barbecue because that's its own poll.

If you vote please reblog!

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chimielie · 8 months

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25 and 27 :)

ask game here

25. my perfect date

dinner at my favorite restaurant (gorgeous garden dining area with a glass dome so you can see the sky; chocolate bonbons served over dry ice for dessert) followed by sitting and talking and dancing under the stars :)

27. a description of the girl/boy i like

i wrote so much i'm embarrassed so it's under a readmore. proceed at ur own risk

he has light brown hair and freckles and a really cute bumpy nose. he likes vests a lot and objectively i think they're ugly but whenever he shows me a new one i want to jump him and smother him with kisses. he has one crooked tooth and an orange peel smile (the way some people compare oranges to sunlight?). his skin is really clear which is very annoying. sometimes he wears glasses that are really hot and when we go to the beach he has to wear sunglasses because he has blue eyes. he's really good at braiding because he has a sister who's like ten years younger than him. he's a little taller than me but i don't usually have to tiptoe to kiss him. he wears a lot of tank tops and he has really nice shoulders and back... he loves the muppets? his perfect date is going to a flower shop, cafe, and then the beach and singing 70s rock in the car on the way home. he bakes beautiful cakes but can't cook for shit. he has a shrine of love letters/gifts/mementos from dates i’ve given him in his room. he gets nauseous at the idea of me being unhappy. he sleeps really deeply which is good because i turn like a rotisserie chicken (he's the little spoon btw). he's a dog person who wants to work in wildlife rehabilitation. and most importantly, he's rich,

#ask n answer #anon!#thanks for letting me ramble anon :crying: i jjust...#he's not actually rich i just said that as a joke. i mean like he does have a boat but i'm not totally sure what his financial situation is #for sure #and i found that out AFTER we started dating thank you my mom called me a golddigger tho #lialove

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dangerousnbeautiful · 1 year

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Finish What You Started

Pairing : Steve Harrington x Samantha Mayfield

Summary : Sam and Steve make dinner together, and after dinner Steve washes the dishes while thinking about a night that he gave into his desires for Sam. What happens when Sam notices that Steve is getting turned on and she teases him about it?

Warnings : Daddy Kink, Sexual Threatening, Degradation, Forceful Oral (M), Masturbation (F), Oral (F), Unprotected Sex (Wrap It Before You Tap It Guys), and Slight Breeding Kink.

“You and food.” Sam shook her head. “Has anyone ever come between you two?” she joked. “Because I can see you marrying a pizza, but nothing else long term.” Nancy came to mind, and he shut the thought down fast, though he felt grateful for the intrusion. Yeah, he’d once put himself out there, and look at how that turned out. This fascination with Sam meant nothing. Just a hot chick with a bad ass attitude who he happened to be friends with. It was natural he’d be attracted to qualities he’d once hoped he might possess. “Nope.” He forced a grin. “Nothing beats a good pie. So, what’s for dinner tonight?”

She shook her head and sighed. “Come on. You can help me peel the sweet potatoes and chop up the onions.” He looked at her in confusion, “Wait. Those are vegetables.” She chuckled and rolled her eyes at him, “Yes, they are. You’re so smart.” He glared at her, saw her smile, and felt his palms sweat. “I can’t believe I have to work for my meal, and let me tell you something, Sam. You keep rolling your eyes like that, and one day they won’t roll back normal.” She laughed. “Whatever. Now grab a peeler and stop giving me shit.” She pointed that steel finger at him. “Fine, fine. No need for violence. Just tell me what to do.”

Over an hour later, he felt more than satisfied. The baked chicken, noodles, and veggie mash had gone down smoothly. He’d forced himself to only take two helpings, still hungry, but sadly not for food. He wished he didn’t remember how she tasted or how right it felt to make out with her at the senior house party some of the other popular kids hosted after graduation. He hustled her out of the kitchen when she tried to do the dishes. “Go sit and look pretty. Paint your nails. Whatever you do when you’re not working.”

“Paint my nails?” He filled a large pan with soapy water and, unable to help himself, tossed over his shoulder, “You know what I meant, Mayfield.” The way he said her last name sent a shiver down her spine, and her very presence had already started to make him horny. He braced himself against the sink, trying to get rid of the hard-on that wouldn’t quit. The thoughts of what he wanted to do to her that night popping back into his head which did not help his situation die down. It was like he wanted to die, smothered in the flames of his dirty mind and her hot body. She saw his issue and couldn’t help but smirk, “Promises, promises,” she taunted. “Oh please.” ‘Damn it, woman, I’m doing my best to keep it together.’ “As if you could handle me.”

“I think I handled you pretty well at the senior house party.” He glanced at her, seeing her so smug and sexy. So annoyingly unfazed from the tension that was building between them. “You just had to go there.” He said with a glare as she smirked again. “You did it first. Now get busy and do my dishes, tough guy. I’m going to sit here and watch a big strong man working in my kitchen, while I think about what pattern to do on my nails next.” She snickered. Fed up with her for being so damn cute and too much to resist, he left the sink with soapy hands and dared to approach her. She narrowed her eyes on him, “Don’t even think about getting me wet.” He paused. She blinked then turned a wonderful shade of pink.

His smile grew. “Aw, are you saying you’re already wet for me? Don’t need any help to get there?” She glared. “You wish.” Her gaze trailed down to his fly, and she swallowed audibly, not helping the situation. “You’re, um -” Steve was only human, and a guy could only take so much. “Yep. I’m rock hard for you, baby doll. You know, I haven’t had my dessert yet. I think I’m due for a piece of pie.” He pounced. She stopped him by placing her hands on his shoulders. They stared at each other, and he saw the same hunger he felt in her emerald-green gaze. “Does that mean that you’re going to eat me for dessert?” He hadn’t realized how much he’d be affected by her words, but he should have known that Sam wouldn’t play around for long.

“Yep. Gonna lick you until you cum.” Just thinking about it hurt because he felt ready to split his pants. “Oh, okay.” She licked her lips, and he groaned. “But what about sex?” She asked softly with a hint of curiosity in her voice. “What about it?” He asked, his voice deep, obviously aroused. “Are we going to have it?” She said biting her lip and looking up at him. “Yeah.” He blew out a breath. Her surprise turned into a naughty grin. “Oh. Interesting.” The damn woman licked her lips again. “Quit teasing me, Mayfield, I’m about to explode,” he confessed. “I’m clean, I’m huge, and I’m ready to fuck you into the ground. I want you, Sam. Now, do you have any more questions? Is this a damn debate club match or can we just get down and dirty now?”

She frowned. “You don’t have to get testy about it.” Then she grinned and stared between his legs. “Testy. Get it? Like, your testes? Should I spell that for you, so you get the joke?” He glared at her, “I think you’re a brat in need of an intensely good long session of vigorous sexual activities. ” She smirked, “Don’t brats need spankings?” She yelped when he lifted her up and over his shoulder in one smooth move, holding her in a fireman’s carry. He’d smacked her ass twice by the time he’d made his way into her bedroom. Once inside, he closed the door behind him. Steve saw a room filled with shades of red and black with tints of purple but held off on the inspection. Not now, when he had a warm and willing woman to plunder. Feeling decidedly sporadic, he tossed her onto her bed and followed her down.

She huffed, but before she could say anything, he pinned her to the mattress, conscious of how much larger, and harder, he was. “Are you sure about this, Sam? I need to know that this is what you want.” He couldn’t help grinding against her when she shifted, her legs spread and cradling him in the best way. “If we do this it better not be weird between us afterwards and I mean it.” At his fervent nod, she dragged his head down to her. “About time.” He groaned and kissed her, and his world settled on nothing but the beautiful Samantha Mayfield. She smelled like some kind of incense, and it was intoxicating. Her skin was smooth, and her lips tasted like the best-crafted beer; rich and full and so damn tasty.

She moaned into his mouth, and he squeezed her breast, not sure when he’d put his hand there. He had to touch skin and quickly moved under her shirt then palmed her, reveling in the taut nipple under the silk of her bra. He pinched her, and she shot up off the bed into him. He pulled back to see her dark cloudy gaze, and her lips ripe and red, swollen from his kiss. “Put it in me. Now.” She demanded and pushed him up to give her some space. He stared in awe as she shimmied out of her T-shirt and bra then waited, impatient. “We don’t have all night you know.” He laughed, surprised he could feel anything but all-consuming lust. “Still such a smartass.” He stared at her astounded someone could look so perfect. He caressed her, watching her face contort with pleasure and needing to be inside her in the worst way. But Steve didn’t want to rush this, not when he finally had her in his arms.

He bent down to take her nipple into his mouth and wanted to shout with delight when she clenched her hands in his hair, urging him for more. He sucked and teased while molding her other breast and realized he’d been thrusting against her. “I need you,” he managed to say when he released her to breathe. “Take your clothes off,” she ordered. He pulled back and left the bed to disrobe, watching her do the same. They stood there, naked, just taking in the moment before reaching for each other. Steve felt her hot little hands on him, and he nearly lost it.

“Wait, wait.” He slid her hands from his cock to his chest and tried to breathe through the out-of-control lust. “Oh, you’re so hot. No wonder everyone wants you.” she teased. “Stop it, woman. You’re killing me. I’m trying to last.” He groaned. “Only good for one round then? Not living up to the hype, Harrington.” She continued to tease. “You are so asking for it.” He shoved her down to the floor on her knees, not so gently, only to hear her laugh. She smirked and reached for his erection proceeding to fondle him. He shook, so close to climax. Then she let him go, and he let out a breath, only to stare down at her leaning towards him with parted lips. “Fuck. Baby girl, either you put that mouth on me yourself and show Daddy how good of a slut you are, or Daddy’s gonna force you to take him down your throat. Either way I’m going to cum down your pretty little throat.”

“Promise?” She said looking up at him batting her eyelashes innocently and biting her lip. He groaned and pulled her hair forcing her head back before he forced her mouth onto his cock; his eyes closing at the feeling of her hot breath over his dick. Sam palmed his balls as he forced her to take his cock all the way down her throat. The feeling was indescribable, as if she surrounded him with everlasting warmth. He forced her to bob over him repeatedly until he came so hard he saw stars. He heard himself moaning, felt the release fill her mouth, and couldn’t stop from pumping between her lips. After he could think again, he withdrew, still semi-hard and catching his breath, gripping her shoulder so as not to fall over.

He watched her wipe her lips, first with her tongue then her finger. She stared up at him as she dragged that wet finger down her chin to her breasts, circling her nipples before continuing lower. Fed up with letting her lead him by the balls - because, Christ, she had - he lifted her in his arms and kissed her until she moaned his name. Then he placed her on the bed and spread her thighs wide, kneeling between them. “Go on baby doll, put on a show for Daddy.” Her eyes bright, her lips shiny, and her body taut, she slowly slid that hand between her legs. “That’s right. It’s your turn,” he purred, prepared to show the little brat just how much pleasure he could give her before she lost all control. “Good girl. It’s about time you followed a few orders from your superior.” He smirked then lost all sense of humor as her fingers got busy. ‘Oh, hell yeah.’

Sam had never been so turned on before. Seeing Steve's pleasure, knowing she'd given it to him, had been hotter than she'd imagined sex with him would be. She, Samantha Mayfield, had made Steve Harrington tremble. ‘Go me.’ But now, with Steve ordering her around? Wanting to watch her pleasure herself? "Oh, yes," she moaned, loving the intensity with which he stared. She stroked herself, so wet and hungry for him that she didn't have to work to build her arousal. The scent and feel of him did as much to pleasure her as her fingers did. He leaned over her and kissed her, his tongue in her mouth, invading, retreating, then coming back. Bringing her closer to her own climax.

He played with her breasts, and she got the feeling he loved them, because he didn't stop. His kisses moved from her mouth to her neck and then her nipples. He kissed and teethed, causing her to lose her damn mind, especially when he withdrew her hand from between her legs and took her fingers in his mouth. "So fuckin' sexy," he paused to mutter before drawing them back in. His mouth over her fingers could be felt all over her body, the pull of his thick erection once again dragged over her belly. Then the stubborn man trailed down her stomach to rest his head between her legs. He inhaled and snarled. "You smell so sweet."

"Steve... oh God." He kissed her clit, making love to it with his mouth. Sucking and licking, then using his thick fingers to stroke her folds before easing them inside her. The sensation of fullness made her light-headed, especially when he started fucking her with his fingers while feasting on her at the same time. She couldn't help being washed away by a tidal orgasm, shivering while he continued to lick. Her sensitivity grew, but he pushed past it, easing her into a deeper, fuller feeling of desire. She rocked against his face, needing more as much as she needed him to relent. But he didn't stop, and he caused her climax yet again too soon. He finally pulled away and smirked as he grabbed his cock in his hand and proceeded to stroke it. "See how big you make me, baby doll? This, this is going inside you."

Spreading her legs wider, sitting on his heels as he knelt between them, he drew her up to him and positioned himself at her entrance. "Watch me," he growled, then slowly eased his huge shaft inside her. They stared at the sight of his sheathed cock penetrating her until he was balls deep. The fullness was incredible, his snug fit locking him inside. "Fuck, that's good," he rasped, staring down at them. Then he rubbed her clit and started pumping, the cords of his abdomen in stark relief with each push and pull.

She quickly exploded and screamed, so lost she didn't sense him until he blanketed her body, pounding harder and faster, until he seized and groaned, pouring his release inside of her. Exhausted yet exhilarated, she stroked his arms, feeling him shake as he continued to jet inside of her. Such a big man with such a huge orgasm. She shifted under him and sighed, feeling another jolt of pleasure as he remained thick and firm inside of her. "Steve, just... wow."

"Yeah," he said on a breath, leaning over her. His eyes appeared darker; the brown barely discernable around the wide pupils. "You sucked all the life out of me, you little brat." He moaned and leaned down to kiss her, the connection still tight. She kissed him back, stunned and starting to realize just what she had allowed to happen. But too well pleasured, she couldn't worry about it. Recriminations would come later, she was sure. For now, she'd bask in her incredible lover, wondering if he could go for a third round. Well, just as soon as she got the energy to move again.

"Right now, breathing is about all I'm good for," he admitted, as if he could read her mind. "Um." She said softly blushing slightly. "I'll take that as an agreement." He chuckled as he closed his eyes and blew out a breath. "Fuck, you're tight. I don't want to move, but I think I need to." It didn't feel as if he'd lessened any, but when he withdrew, she could tell he'd started to soften. "Man, that's a lot of cum," he said as some of it seeped out of her. Suddenly he grinned sadistically at her in a way that made her shudder with ecstasy, "Guess that means you're gonna have my baby, sweetheart." And that's when she realizes, her eyes widening, he wasn't wearing a condom.

Taglist: @paranoidmunson @the-valkyrie-writes @goldenbrownanddistasteful @gag-me-munson @choke-me-eddie @joeschains

#stranger things #steve harrington #joseph keery #smut #angst

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tarjapearce · 2 years

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Quite The Unexpected (Pt. 10)

PAIRINGS: Aiden Pearce x Fem! Reader

WARNINGS: MINORS DO NOT INTERACT. MENTIONS OF VIOLENCE, IMPLICIT SEX, SEXUAL LANGUAGE, VOYEURISM, ILLEGAL ACTIVITIES, DRUG ABUSE, STALKING, FORCED SEX LABOR, FRAUD.

"They're not bongos, you know?"

You spoke in between giggles as Erik rested his hands on your butt, all while your waist section rested on his lap and you scrolled through your phone. The image was in a high definition and it played in the background. Aiden coded and just listened.

Ever since he put the hidden cameras in your apartment he had witnessed many things, mostly by accident. He paid attention, listened and watched whenever there was a conversation or either you or Erik were on the phone to see if there was anything he could investigate further. He lost track of his stalking after the fourteenth day.

He had seen you working out in the livingroom. Fallen asleep on the couch, watching movies with Erik, you talking on the phone with Julia and Rita and just chilling. He learned a couple things and quirks from you.

You were a hugger in your sleep, enjoyed cuddling, walked with socks on inside your home, loved head and foot massages despite being ticklish on the feet, and mostly of the time your days at home were spent bra less. He also started noticing a pattern whenever you felt 'in the mood'. You often initiated with soft kisses and bitings, Erik just played along. You were a bad dancer though.

Speak for yourself.

Your appetite varied depending also on your mood. You'd sometimes eat a whole box of chicken wings on your own through the day, and other times with a hot cup of tea was enough through hours. Your shower time was 15 minutes, you liked cooking and sometimes baking, Erik always helping you around. The only thing he frowned you upon was you sharing his personal banana bread recipe with him.

He accidentally had seen you both and Erik getting frisky on the livingroom, in the hallway before getting into your home, and some other places he was thankful for not putting cameras on. He was uncomfortable enough by hearing you having sex with Erik whenever the chance presented itself, wich was often.

She likes... exercising, I guess.

It was a awkward for him to know the sounds of your intimate life, and that he had seen a lineart raccoon tattoo underneath your left perky breast and other meaningless details, like you tucking your feet inside whatever blanket you had on.

There are limits, Pearce.

But besides that awkward detail, he gathered alot more information from Erik. Like, he worked as an accountant at Brewster Logistics and also temporarily at Linden Co., a shipping company outside Wisconsin. He sometimes was required at Linden's to supervise that everything was in order with the accounting balances, to check the finantial state of the business, meaning, he'd travel for weeks.

Erik Worked everyday, with free weekends as well, sometimes though on busy seasons he was out for work. The longest he had been out was a month, but that was before he met you.

That would explain why I didn't see him when following (Name).

"I've heard that if you apply a philipino technique, you can make them bigger." "Eh?" "Not that you need it, though. I've got plenty on both hands." "I'm thinking to show you a new set of things I just bought, In green." "Have I told you how sexy those tattoos of yours are?"

I dread the day she finds out about these cameras.

You giggled and sat up properly. "Yeah, yeah, you just want to get in ny pants." "Are you reading my mind?" "vous êtes vraiment énervant*"

Eric grunted upon hearing the french and pulled you to him, smothering your face with flutter kisses while you playfully tried to fend him off.

"I don't know what you just said but that was hot." Aiden rolled his eyes at his words and scoffed.

“I just literally said you were so annoying”

Erik kissed you and then without warning he lifted and threw you over his shoulder, spanking your butt in the way as you squealed. "Let's go." You were histerics in laughter. Aiden however just sighed and turned off the connection.

Nothing substantial. I'll check in two hours.

Another thing that he had learned from you is that your stamina had changed alot. Everything was a pattern to him, even your lasting time in sex.

You couldn't keep it up with her.

He scoffed in mild amusement.

She's the one that wouldn't keep it up.

Of course he could, he was athletic built, but before his mind wandered into that unexplored and kind of forbidden territory, he cleared his throat as a new folder showed up in his monitor. He clicked and analyzed all the data in, revealing a new information about the people he was investigating. The client's list had been upgraded and to his not suprise, a few american politicians were in.

Time to act.

----- His investigation so far had identified four members that played huge roles in the Bratva's organization. If he could remember, they wore track and sporty suits, but as time went on, of course they'd change. They were and dressed more sophysticated.

They looked ridiculous before.

Chuckling, he hacked the cameras from the private building nearby a bistro and begun searching. According to the data he extracted from other files, there was a hacking team, an accountant, and many others he decided to look up later.

If he was honest, when he heard that Erik was an accountant and the Bratva had an accountant, he tried to link Erik to any sort of criminal activity but he found nothing but a couple of unpaid parking tickets.

I don't trust you, Dudnik.

Did he actually trust someone? Not really. Everyone hid their secrets, but so far the dirtiest secret he could find on people was either mild law offenses or irrelevant things he could use against. His frustration begun to rise upon often finding dead ends.

The camera pointed to various people, Security employees, receptionist, other random employees and finally his target. The accountant.

Garin, Alekzei Age: 32 Occupation: Certified Public Accountant Income: $600,000 Active in white supremacist blogs.

Alekzei was scrawny, tall and wore glasses. He looked like the stereotypical nerd guy that none would suspect, but for Aiden, there was always something more that met the eye.

This guy earned the Bratva millions last year and the money kept flooding. Still does.

He zoomed the video and narrowed his eyes to see if there was any sort of details in the computer the man was using. So far, he worked on financial balances, then a woman came in with more files and handed them over to him.

He gathered as much information as he could, and then went back to check the security employees inside. So far, he had counted 10. Four in the first floor, two in the second one, and other four where Alekzei was, the top floor. All of them strategically scattered around.

Five people in total. Wish this was quicker, but I need to be careful if I want to get them by surprise.

He mused internally and walked away before anyone inside the location could spot him. He'd go to pawn shops later to buy things he might need when the manhunt starts. However an all too familiar someone came towards him, both surprised and happy-looking.

"Aiden? Hi!"

Fuck.

"Lilly." He gave her a soft smile to greet and she touched the side of his arm softly.

"I didn't know you had returned." "Yeah, uhm, work demands me off city sometimes." "Well, glad you’re back. It's so good to see you again!" She beamed and he was now at lost on what to do. Lilly could notice the silence, so of course her nature prevented from having an awkward moment. Naturally she kept talking, although, unsure of how to approach Aiden.

“I bet (Name) would be glad to see you” . There was silence from his part, and again she broke the dying conversation.

"Uhm does (Name) knows you're here?" "Yeah..." he cleared his throat and put his hands inside his trenchcoat's pockets, "She knows."

"For that tone I can take my guess you both are still at odds." "What?" "I mean, I'm sorry for bringing this up. Eh, you see, after meeting you at Rita’s BBQ, and a coupe of days, I think, later, I gave my phone number to (Name) so she could give it to you." "She did." "Oh... Ok." Awkwardly, Lilly braced herself and chuckled softly.

"Yeah, uhm just wanted to make sure. I kinda put (Name) in an awkward position for that. Sorry."

"It's alright. I apologize for not giving any sort of... response." "You're not obligated to, you know? I just wanted to get to know you a bit more. I mean, still want to."

Her doe-like eyes stared at him briefly and then looked away

"If you're up for it, that is. Don't want to make you feel pressured or anything."

"Ok, what about eh, a drink? Would you like to get something to drink?"

Aiden swallowed upon his own words. It's been a while, to not say years since he got on dates or any sort of interaction with women. It became a nuisance after a while, and his line of work allowed little to none of that.

"It's an apology. For not giving you any sort of reply and getting you in trouble with (Name)."

Lilly beamed and nodded in between chuckles.

"Alright. Friday at 9?" "Or it could be right now. I have some time."

He swore he could see the flush of her face to increase and a twinkle in her eyes. He still got it, but it always made him feel out of character whenever doing something that wasn't work related. Dates specially. They were not his forte, but none of the women he used to hook up with had a complain.

Still got the charm.

Aiden didn't think too highly of himself when it came to physical looks. But he took pride on his skills like no other. Lilly walked next to him, smiling and eager. He on the other side was planning ahead and seizing the chance to see if he could get any information about the recent events in Eau Claire.

There was a bar a few blocks away and soon the both reached the place and ordered some drinks.

"So, when did you return?" "A couple of days ago actually"

More like a month or so.

"Ah, I see. Did you have fun outside the city?"

You have no idea.

"Not that much actually. Just work. I'm a tech consultant-" "Oh? At Blume?" "Not at all. Private company." "Your own private company?" "Yeah." "Quite impressive." She clinked her cup against his whiskey glass. "Cheers to your success" "Thanks."

A sip. A brief glance on eachother and of course a smirk.

"So, how things have been?" Aiden mused as he gave a quick glance to the place. A couple of cameras set up around the place but nothing interesting popping out in the whole scenery.

"Well, work is exhausting as usual, but good. I mean, I might have to apologize to (Name) for giving her a bit of trouble. I mean, (Name) has changed alot." "Really?" "Yeah. There was a time where she was... quite shagged looking. It was bad. Everyone was worried on her. She uh... looked really bad, restless and even her attitude changed. We got reprimanded at work since she kinda got all hostile, but, I shouldn't have pushed her buttons too much."

"You tell me." He downed the whiskey and got another one.

"I know it's not my business but... are you still friends? Cause, I wouldn't want to make it more awkward."

"It's alright. We uh... are not as close as before that's for sure. But... no. We're not that much friends anymore."

Her eyes widened slightly and nodded. He on the other side was kind of contradicted by his emotions. Happy because it was less people for him to deal directly with. And odd since you were the only person outside his work that kept his mind off the plaguing and consistent intrusive thoughts.

Well, maybe not the only one, work also kept him busy. As he kept on talking with Lilly he found out many things, like the police visiting them at the hospital, a new woman's body found, Blume's inaugurating a new place in Eau Claire and of course more things about you.

Aiden sensed that Lilly spilled that much information about you to see what kind of reaction she got from him.

"Do you like tattoos?" "I don't mind them, honestly. Used to have a... team mate that was covered in them. She worked effectively." "I see." "It was (Name)'s elder sister." "Oh, I forgot that about (Name). I mean, she's great at work, but I think those tattoos of her make some patients and people uncomfortable. Some patients have asked for someone else to attend them. But, mostly, sure, are fine by it. I personally find them a bit tacky."

Lilly asked for another cocktail and Aiden chuckled.

"It's a way to honor her sister. She was a tattoo artist before working with me."

Lilly sipped the drink faster and looked away.

Just say you don’t like her that much already.

"Oh, cool. Are you in a hurry?" "Not really." "Want to go to the shooting range? Have a small practice? We've got new guns." "Let's go." ----------------

He didn't know how things ended up scalating so quickly. Lily rested her head on his naked chest and smirked, proudly.

"That was amazing." "Thanks." He smiled at her. "I noticed you quite tense. So..." "So?" His fingers traced on her bare shoulder gently "If you keep being tense, this could be a good outlet."

He smirked.

"I'll keep it in mind."

Lilly kissed his chest and caressed his face gently. He felt less uptight, more relaxed even, but his phone buzzed, reminding him of what he truly came here for.

"Though, gotta be honest..." "I know... I know. You don't want to get involved any further."

His eyes asked her the how and Lilly smiled.

"I'm not... looking for a relationship" He sat up and reached for his phone, scrolling down through briefly.

"Neither do I, Aiden. Just wanted some fun actually. All I'm saying is that if you ever get too stressed out, I'm a call away." She also sat against her bed's headboard, revealing her naked torso and then pulled out a cigarrette from the nighstand next to her and begun smoking it.

He stood and begun picking up his clothes.

"Bathroom's on the left door." Lilly blew out the smoke and giggled, "Nice ass by the way" Aiden just chuckled again at her compliment.

"Good workout." He mumbled and Lilly grinned.

"Thanks, I guess." She watched The Fox going to her bathroom, and a couple of minutes later, he came out, skin and hair damp. He could feel Lilly's eyes on him.

"You better change quickly before I lock up that door and start round three."

He dressed up, and his phone buzzed again. Now he was in a hurry.

"Thanks for... You know." Aiden straightened his trench coat and put his phone on his pockets. "Anytime." Lilly waved her goodbyes with a relaxed smile and he was out the door.

Shit.

He exhaled, processing everything that had just occured and walked back to his apartment.

That was not supposed to happen, Pearce.

His mind started to berate itself. He wasn't here for pleasure, there was alot to do and so far he had identified five people out of thirteen. As much as his body seemed to give in, he rather focus on something else at the moment.

Stop thinking with your dick and call T-Bone.

T-Bone. Of course. It felt like an epifany in the post-nut clarity.

T-Bone would help him, maybe not right away since he always got something to do or hack. And Jordi. He wasn't that sure about him but he could try and get him in as well.

If the pay is good enough, he'll be in.

Dialing the number, the phone rang two times before T-Bone's voice came through the other side.

"Hey, Aiden! How is it going?"

The Fox could hear some machinery working on the background.

"Are you busy?" "Depends. Whatcha got for me?"

He looked around and strode towards a more spot in a nearby alleyway.

"Oh nothing but a small hunting I am setting up." "Ooh... Interesting." The machinery stopped echoing. "Is it Blume related?" "Far from that. Gang members. But, not simple gang members." "Viceroys?" "Bratva."

T-Bone gave a low whistle.

"Ta ta... I don't know, Aiden. Blume is one thing, but Russian mafia is in a completely different level of crazy shit I've hunted." "They have a hacking team and I've got no doubts they have access to the CToS here in Wisconsin." there was a small pause along a rustling.

"Alright. Say no more. Let's screw them." "Not so fast, T." "Ooh we're using code names now?"

The both chuckled. "We gotta identify them first. The files I've got just gives me the intel of their criminal structure. The hierarchy. But not punctual data of mostly of them." "How many guys you've found?" "So far, five out of thirteen." "Thirteen? Seems like a small group." "It is. But these thirteen ones manage to do really bad things and make millions every month while the government looks the other way."

"You think they're connected?" "Most likely. Found a couple of american politicians in the client's list." "I'm in. I was finishing creating something that you might like. And I kinda feel like screwing up some people, so yeah." "Alright. I'll send you the files as soon as I get at my place." "Ok, pal. I'll call you later."

Now Jordi.

He dialed the fixer's number as he walked back home. The number rang three times before the annoying voice came through.

"Hello." "Want to help me out?" "Bye."

Jordi hung up and Aiden rolled his eyes. He dialed again and of course, Jordi picked up again, mirth in his tone.

"It's a paid job, dipshit." "Now we're talking. What is it?" "The info you gave me." "Ahh... that. Yeah, not my cup of tea, but money is in the way. What am I supposed to do?" "Try and find more information about these guys." "Do you have names?" "I still have to identify some, but you could start with some politicians."

"Ooh, I love screwing those. My fees are the usual, will expect the transfer soon. Let me know when you're done so I can start. I don't guarantee a quick work though. I still have some jobs around. And I might need to move to Wisconsin. "

"Alright, got it. Will send the names later." "Thankyoubyebye."

Jordi hung up, leaving a confused Aiden.

Team is set. Time to work. ----

Tuesday's mid shift was always a slow one, you were cleaning some recently used beds with Julia helping you out. Wich you were glad. It mean working, but a bit more of fun.

"How dare he?" "Keep it down, Jules." "Just... Ugh! He's so bold and really not thoughtful." "It is what it is. He just came to my home and expected everything would be the same." You begun going through the new patients' charts and records.

"Why is it so hard for some men to accept a no for an answer?" "I don't know, (Name). Wait... Erik met him? "Yeah. I mean, they didn't greet, just eyed eachother. Then Erik closed the door and saw me kinda crying." "Geez..." "Yeah... then asked me what was wrong and he kinda figured it out. Erik was so ready to kick his ass, but I stopped him." "Oh my god!" Julia squealed softly and shook you a bit excited.

"That feels like a whole dream. Two men over you. " "Oh no no. Far from that. It was a nightmare actually. And... he hasn't changed at all. So... screw him. And it's not like that at all, like, not even remotely close to that sort of thing with Aiden."

"How you guys met?" "He and my sister came to my house one day. Clara brought Aiden with her to help him out in some stuffs I don't remember quite well, but yeah. That. Then the abusive ex incident happened and he started to be a bit more protective on me. I really appreciated that, then I moved here and we reunited again. Mere coincidence by the way. And then the bbq thing, and then he just acted stupid. Broke a promise. It was a big deal for me, but as you may know... when it comes to emotions, it's never important for him."

"Maybe he's not good dealing with them? Still, not an excuse to just dismiss your feelings like that." "Ugh, talking about him puts me on edge." "You gotta give him some credit though. Despite knowing he isn't welcome, he still went on to talk to you." "True, but meh. I've got a date tonight." "Oohh, same! Sam will take me to the movies and then to dinner." "Sounds lovely." "Oh! By the way, don't forget to apply your contraceptives next week." "Ah, true. Thanks for reminding me. Alright, this section is clean for the new transfering patients. Imma go get the new charts for the doctor's visit and then head to the lab to pick up the results Michael needs."

"Ok, see you later."

You were about to head on to the east wing of the floor when Lilly approached.

Now what?

"Hey, (Name). Uh, are you in rush hour?" "Hey, and not really. Why? "Can you spare me some minutes of your time to talk?" "Uh... sure?" "Great. Uhm... It's kinda uncomfortable for me but, I kinda bumped into Aiden yesterday." "Oh, I see. And...?" "Uh well, we talked, about lots of things and well, he said you both weren't that much of friends anymore." "That's correct, yeah. Uhm... why are we discussing this?" "I know it's not my business and I'm sorry for being a jerk for it months ago and probably making you uncomfortable now, but I just wanted to make sure things weren't awkward for either of you both."

You laughed briefly.

"Ok? Why would it be awkward? I mean, we don't talk anymore, sure. But we're not sworn enemies or something like that." "Oh... good. I mean, eh, we hooked up yesterday, it was amazing, but I just wanted to make sure everything was in order between us all."

You just stared at her with a "So?" look. It seemed she was eager to get any sort of reaction from you to that information, but failed.

Hooked up? With Aiden? That's so weird.

"Okay? Look... I'm glad you finally got what you wanted from him, but Aiden’s sex life or his life in general is not my business, nor care to be honest. That said, Have you seen Darlene? She has the new charts for the new patients, gotta get them before they all and the doctors arrive."

"Uhm, right. Sorry. She's on the labs." "Thank you." You gave her gentle smile and left before she could speak any further.

I don't know him that much, but even I know this is kind of out of his character. Always so reckless. What are you up to, Aiden?

You went to the labs and found what you wanted. You put the charts on their place and awaited for the results at the lab, to finally go to Michael with them. You got a small break and went to get yourself a bottle of iced tea to keep the sugar flooding till the end of your shift.

It went smoothly and soon Julia caught up with you. Her driver was out of reach tonight so you offered her a ride home.

"Thanks for this, (Name)" "It's alright. Can't let you go out on a particular taxi. Besides, your home is in my route actually." "Ooh cool. So... what did you and Lilly talked about?" "Geez, gossips surely do fly at the hospital." "Hehehe, sorry. Just couldn't help it. Besides, Rita saw you and she also wanted to know." "Then, I think we should call her and tell her. It's kinda juicy."

Julia squealed and you just giggled. "More like... embarrassing actually."

Rita's number was already being dialed and soon she replied. "Hello, (Name)" "She has how do you say it, chismecito*?" Julia chided as she butchered the word. "Chismecito? Oh girl, spill it." "You're so loud." You mumbled in between a bashful laugh.

"Alright! Alright! Silence. Shit... alright." You cleared your throat. "The reason she came to me was to simply brag about the fact she hooked up with Aiden." "Shut the hell up!" Julia gasped and so did Rita.

"Oh my goodness. She really went for it." "Yeah, well, good for her. But seriously it was so awkward. She came to me with this super polite mode, wich you guys know she uses whenever asking for something or giving big news." "What did she tell you?" Rita spoke

"Well, she told me she had bumped into him yesterday. And that they talked. Wich I know for sure that they went to drink something. And then she was like 'He told me that you weren't that much of friends anymore' so I told her it was true, and then she was 'good, cause I didn't want to make it awkward for the both' like... why on earth would it be awkward for someone to have a sex life?"

Julia laughed almost histerically. "Man, Lilly is so shady. She just wanted to get a reaction from you."

"I know. That's why I basicaly told her that I didn't care. Wich is true. I just hope he was smart enough to use protection. Wouldn't be surprised if she had already fantasized about having Aiden's baby"

"That's a scary thought. But you did good, (Name)" "I know. Just was super weird of her to drop it like nothing." "How she described it?" Julia's eagerness felt refreshing and it almost made you laugh.

"Julia, please." "C'mon! Tell us!" "She was all 'we, eh, hooked up yesterday. It was amazing." Like... okay? Good for you. Shut up and let me work."

"My goodness. This feels so weird." "Ah,you tell me. I don't know what's going on, but even I know that's out of Aiden's character."

"Ah, c'mon mija. Even the thoughest and serious men need some to go through. Maybe has been under alot of stress, so naturally he would be looking for an outlet."

"And what a better way to do so with a willing woman that has had the hots for him since they met!" "You guys are worse than the FBI." "We just like to observe people, (Name)" "Right. Anyways, gotta hang up now, I'm dropping Julia home."

"Okay. See you on thursday." "Bye bye, Rita." "You just made my day." Julia spoke as she readied to get out the car.

"Glad to hear." You chuckled and soon said your goodbyes and went back to your home. There was no Erik to welcome you home this time since he also got work to do. Busy seasons would begin soon, so of course you'd make the most out of your time with him and seize every chance to be with him.

But right now, you just gave yourself a relaxing bath, got on cozy pajamas and went to sleep, unaware of the so ever watching cameras.

-----

"Hey, Aiden. I think you might want to take a look at this." The file delayed a couple of seconds to arrive to his inbox and T-Bone spoke again through the phone.

"I kinda dissected the hacking team and these guys, if we're not careful, could pull a Defalt on us."

Aiden narrowed his eyes upon that comment.

"I'll create a backup and send it to a decryption cloud."

"Good. Good. Man, where did you get all of this? This is a gold mine." "Contacts of mines." "Right. Well, the more reason to be careful with this information. In the wrong hands-" "I know. That's why you're the only one that has seen it so far." "I feel flattered. But seriously, have you thought that this could be a good trade if you ever get caught?" "None of that is gonna happen. Have you identified someone else?"

"Yeah. Got two more names. Apparently the hacking team is just four people. But they know their business." "So do we." "Damn right. Ok, we've got a dude called Mihail Videnko."

Another relative?

"And another dude called Alex Orlov. This one is in charge of scorting the women to their clients." "Ok. What does Videnko does?" "He's the third at charge when 'the Boss' isn't around." "Any information on the boss?" "Not really. He's just described as the boss. Why?" "I still haven't gotten any sort of ID out of him." "Sounds like he wants to remain hidden." "Not for long. I'll find him." "I must ask you, though, what made you get involved in this? Cause these people don't fuck around, Aiden." "Loose ends that got away back at San Francisco." "Oh shit. All of this came from that investigation you did months ago?" "Correct." "Amigo, sorry to sound like a pussy here, but why don't you leave this to Interpol or the CIA? Cause some of them, for not say mostly have a crime report and are wanted men back in their countries." "I can't do that. People count on me." "People? Alright. Is your family safe?" "Yeah. They're far away from this mess." "Cool. That's good. Anyone else you might think that could be affected from this?"

Silence. He swallowed thickly but understood that if he wanted to keep T-Bone on his side, honesty was important.

Just like in Chicago

"Aiden?" "Yeah. Uh... remember Clara?" "Yeah? Wait... is she alive? Wait no. Stupid answer. You saw her die. But what about her?" "She has a sister."

Now T-Bone went silent. "For real?" "Yeah. Uh... it's kinda complicated." "You got her pregnant?!" Aiden was about to protest but sighed upon hearing Kenney laughing.

"Just fucking with you. But, seriously, what about her?" "She is a protected witness and was key for the arrest of this druglord called Kyrill Vasyliev." "And?" "Long story short, Kyrill was tied to the Bratva. (Name) helped to get him in jail. These guys went after her but killed a woman that resembled alot of her. The FBI gave her a new identity and they still do routinary check ups." "So you fear they will find out about her?" "Yes."

"That's quite noble of you, pal." "But, shit happened and well, she hates me."

Kenney sighed dramaticly.

"Good with machines and being a Vigilante but terrible with women. You broke her heart or something?" "Kind of." "Kind of?! Yeah, no wonder why she hates you. Women are more attuned with their emotions than we do. Dismissing what they feel is a big deal for them." "Lesson learned."

T-Bone laughed. "See? You gotta work in your social skills with women. Who knows, maybe one day she can get you out of trouble. Or any other, to be honest." "What are you? Dr. Phil?" "Haha, good to see you still have some humor in you. But no. It's just my experience with them. And trust me. The least you wanna do is to have a scorned women hating yout guts."

----

"(Name)! Need you on ER. Now!"

Upon arriving, you couldn't help but stop in your tracks when you saw the man being held down by a male nurse.

"C'mon though guy, we're just trying to help you!" The man looked deranged, he sweated profusely, his eyes were wide open, and his restlessness was now an issue since your coworker tried to apply some serum and a bit of sedative to work better.

As you tried to approach him, he pushed the other nurse away, making him to knock over the utensils' table and pounced on the nearest person. You.

It happened all so quickly that you barely had a response to his actions. The man had grabbed you by the neck and slammed you against the wall, to then attack you with his fists. You felt a big slap and then a bursting pain in your left eye.

Panic rose as the man squeezed your neck tightly, tears flooded your eyes as you tried to scream, but his fingernails dug in your skin, earning a loud yelp. You tried to scratch off his face and soon, another group of nurses held him down and sedated him.

Your legs gave in and you coughed as your hands reached for the neck. Rita rushed to you, wich you just held on tightly and cried.

"It's ok, mija. It's over. C'mon. Let's get you patched up. Michael, send in Darlene with a first aid kit at the east wing, now! Also get me some Xanax and restrain him."

Your hands shook and Rita took you out to a different room.

"Fuck that guy. Seriously. Your eye is swelling." The cornea of your left eye was bloodshot, the impact of that man's fist hit you right and square on the eye. It stung and it made your eyelid to twich whenever Rita tried to wash and desinfect it. There was a small cut in the base of your eye due the friction of the man's knuckles against your skin.

You hissed in pain when she dabbed an alcohol soaked cotton on your neck wounds.

"You're going home. No argue, alright?" You just nodded and swallowed the Xanax.

"You sure you can drive? "I've got 30 minutes before it kicks in. So I better go now." "Do you want me to call Erik?" "No no. Not right now. He's in a meeting and it's quite important. I'll let him know. He's going home anyways."

"You sure you can drive? I can drive you home and then you can tell Erik to pick up your car here. You're quite riled up."

"No, no. Look. I can handle it. I just gotta go now." "You will let me know as soon as you get home okay?"

Giving a final nod you took your things and went home. You kinda dreaded sometimes these sort of things as a nurse. Sadly it was all part of your job. It was a price to pay for the good earning you received.

Something happened at work. I need you.

You pressed send. The first thing you did was to remove your uniform, carefully. And then get an ice patch and laid down on the couch after letting Rita know you were home. You could feel your body buzzing as the xanax kicked in, drowsiness taking over you. You were practically slipping in and out of sleepyness, finally you heard the doorknob turning.

"(Name)? I'm home." Erik spoke as he removed his coat and stopped upon watching your silhouette slouched on the couch.

"(Name)?" Erik's heart nearly sunk when he saw you. "Good lord, what happened to you love?" He carefully cupped your face and gently examinated you. Anger and worry splattered all over his face. He just held you as you sobbed softly while curling on his chest.

"It's ok baby girl. I'm here." He whispered to your ear and caressed your head softly.

"Wanna talk about what happened?" "It was a patient. It all happened so fast. He was... high on meth. I was called to stabilize him as another nurse held him down. He got violent out of nowhere and atta- attacked me."

He kissed your forehead. And rubbed your lower back.

"And now I'm a complete mess and... I just want to lay down but I can't cause my eye hurts so badly and I'm drugged. And I feel scared. But I know that it's a risk and part of my job." You sobbed as you held the iced patch on your eye.

"Let's lay down. I'll take care of you. Want me to prepare you something hot to drink?" "No, Erik. I just wanna lay down. Please." "Alright. C'mon." ----- Aiden couldn't believe his eyes. A new wave of anger hit him as the video recording played. It kind of reminded him that time where he saved you from Mason.

It happened exactly with her ex. She must've feel like it was him all over again. Fuck. Gotta hurry to catch these bastards.

For some reason he felt useless. And the more he watched you being taken care of by Erik and reading that text message you send over to him, the more the feeling increased. But as quick as it came the feeling; it left. Of course he was helping you. In ways that you might not know yet. But he was making sure you were safe.

He had a team, after all.

Just gotta hurry. Then, I'll be a ghost again. ------------

Hope you have liked it! Loved writting this chapter c:

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