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Who is This? - Bucky x Reader

Pairings: Bucky Barnes x reader

Summary: Bucky had a wife during the 40s, she was left heartbroken after the telegram arrived (missing, presumed dead). It's surprising when 80 years later, she was working behind a bar in Madripoor of all places!

Masterlist | Series Masterlist | Part 2

Bucky followed Sam and Zemo into a loud bar, he immediately wanted to turn around and go home, why had Zemo demanded he go back to being the Winter Soldier (even if it was one night)?

The sound of heavy drums and guitars also deafened his hearing, a song he had come to learn was The Wild Boy by a band called Duran Duran. A few bartenders and waitresses were walking around, there was only one who stuck out to him - a dark-haired young woman who reminded him too much of his departed wife.

His heart breaks even more, thinking of the woman he had left behind, his girl. The love of his life. Bucky doesn't think he will ever 'get over' her.

The way the young woman walked, carrying a tray of empty glasses (before being tossed an empty bottle by a patron), was so similar to the way his girl walked in the hole-in-the-wall diner she worked in.

She wasn't quick enough to duck under the bar before they got to the door leading upstairs (which was coincidentally next to the bar), Zemo was talking to the bouncer. "Excuse me, gentlemen," the young woman said, squeezing between the back of Zemo and the front of Bucky. Which is when he got a good look at her face.

There she was.

His girl. His wife.

He couldn't even say anything to her, as he was taken upstairs and away from his girl. He could only hope he would be allowed back in at the end of the night to see her.

Y/N Barnes made her way behind the bar, glancing up at the TV where the Kansas City Chiefs were currently playing the Buffalo Bills at Arrowhead Stadium, then down at her phone which showed the live score of the Dodgers game against the San Francisco Giants.

She had been a long-time Dodgers girl, even after she found out they had moved from Brooklyn to Los Angeles.

"Did you see the way he was looking at you?" Yasmine asked, pushing a dry Martini in front of a 26-year-old woman.

Y/N looked up from the glasses she was putting in the dishwasher. "Huh? What are you talking about?"

"One of the men who went upstairs. The way he was looking at you," Yasmine fans her hand for dramatic effect. "I would drop my panties for him in a millisecond."

"Like you don't do that every night."

Yasmine rolled her eyes and served the next half-drunk who had come to the bar.

"Don't listen to her," Anastasia told her, rolling her eyes as Yasmine flirted with her current flavour of the week.

"It's not often I do, darling," Y/N replied, fiddling with Anastasia's curls for a second, before spotting a patron. "What can I get for you, darling?"

He hung off the bar, obviously far too drunk to understand what was going on. "Another beer and your phone number," he slurred.

She shook her head, reaching over and grabbing him another beer. As far as the boss of the bar (whoever that was) was concerned unless they were unconscious- why should you stop serving them? Y/N thought it wasn't right, but no matter how often she voiced this - she was shut down.

She set the beer in front of him and then went to the register to add it to his bill (good thing she currently has his credit card behind the bar).

"Oi, sweet cheeks!" He calls, but Y/N doesn't pay attention looking over at Yasmine and Anastasia with a raised eyebrow. "Sweet cheeks! I asked for your number."

Y/N replied by simply raising her hand proudly displaying her engagement and wedding rings to the drunk. It was only a small diamond (given Bucky worked on the docks before he was deployed), and the plain band she inherited from her great-grandmother.

"What's the matter with that 'un?" He hiccups. "He got you costume jewellery or somethin'?"

Y/N shook her head. "I'm going into the back for a moment," she tells Aidan.

Little did the drunk patron know, all those years ago, this was the date she was handed the telegraph - putting in such blunt words. Her James was missing, they presumed him to be dead. It breaks her heart that they never got to have a proper funeral.

"You alright, honey?" Elizabeth (another one of the waitresses) asked, she had been outside on her break. Elizabeth was the only one who knew her true age and about her James.

"It's the day I found out James was missing," Y/N said, before bursting into more tears.

Elizabeth wrapped Y/N up in a hug, everyone oblivious to the fact that Y/N's presumed dead husband was now running through the bar, flocked by Sam and Zemo, and into the alley behind the bar.

When Bucky was sure Zemo, Sam and Sharon were asleep, he slipped out of the safe house and into the night - determined to find out if the woman he saw in the bar was that of his (presumably? should be?) dead wife.

He eventually made his way to the front door of the bar, the bouncers had long since gone home. He could see lights on in the building and just about make out words being spoken thanks to the Super Soldier serum running through his veins.

He grasped the handle and gave it a push, the door hadn't been locked, as it gave beneath the slight push.

He could see three young women sitting on the bar, a man who was counting the money from the register and another man who was dancing.

The young woman sitting closest to the bar, had golden curls hanging around her head. "Mark, you didn't lock the door!"

The man dancing, Mark, looked over at Bucky, eyes widening when he saw the size of Bucky. "I say we just serve him, then lock the door behind him."

As the bartenders and waitress argued amongst themselves, Bucky's eyes never left the woman in the middle. It looked as if she had been crying. "Babydoll?"

The woman stopped giggling, tipping her head back to normal and looked at him, before dropping her glass as tears welled up in her eyes. "James?"

The curly-haired woman gasped, setting her glass down and giving Y/N a push off the bar.

Bucky held his arms out to catch her as her feet landed on the floor. He couldn't stop looking at her big eyes, he'd always loved her big expressive eyes. He always knew how she was feeling by just a look in her eyes.

"James? Is that you?" Her hand came out slowly, and shakily, as if she couldn't believe what she was seeing in front of her.

"Hi, babydoll," Bucky smiled, tears starting to fall down his cheeks, a heavy sob held tightly in his chest at the moment in time. As soon as her fingers met his skin, Bucky let out a heavy sigh of relief, reaching over and pulling her into his arms. Y/N's arms dug themselves away from his chest and up around his neck before her hand soon started fiddling with his hair.

The couple stood there for a moment, finally finding their slice of peace. Some came barging into the bar, and the dark-haired woman who had been sitting on the other side of Y/N practically demanded Mark lock the door before the Hounds of Baskerville came in.

Y/N was so happy to finally have her James back in her arms, but there was a whirling sound she couldn't let go. "What's that noise?"

Bucky looked from his wife to his arm and back to his bride. "I'll explain everything to you later, but... I lost my arm, and I now have a prosthetic one," he tells her, letting go of her for a moment so he could take his glove off and show her the black and gold Vibranium one he had made.

"Ok, James. It's a good thing you gave me this," she reached beneath her top and pulled a ring out from beneath, hanging from a chain. "Before you were deployed."

Bucky smiled, cupping her face so he could kiss her. Bucky pulled away chuckling a little. "Babydoll, will you please put my ring back on?"

She reached behind her to unclasp the chain, and slid Bucky's band off, "if it doesn't fit we'll get it resized."

"I don't care what size it is, as long as you put my ring back where it belongs," Bucky almost growled, a piece of him falling back into place with the ring back on his finger.

The next morning - Sam, Zemo and Sharon came into the living room, seeing Bucky sleeping on the sofa (Sam was expecting this, after being told by Steve), however, there was a lump lying next to Bucky they didn't recognise.

Sam slowly makes his way over, gently easing down the thick blanket lying over Bucky and the lump.

Lying there, practically on top of the 'bionic staring machine' was a young woman.

"Did he somehow pick up a girl?" Sam whispered. Sam and Sharon were trying to be quiet - however, Zemo (who didn't care) started clattering around the kitchen, causing Bucky to wake up in a start, which then caused the young woman to look up with tired owl-like eyes.

"What the hell is going on?" Bucky nearly demanded, keeping his arms wrapped around his companion.

Sam raised his eyebrow. "I could ask you the same question, Barnes?" Sam looked at the young woman in Bucky's arms. "Who is this?"

Bucky looked down at her, Sam watched as a smile grew on his face. "This is Y/N. Y/N Barnes. My wife."

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You, Joe Burrow, and the ABCs

A! Adorable.

The first time Joe laid eyes on you, he thought you were absolutely adorable. Watching you run around the Bengals workout room trying to get accustomed to your new job. Job tossed a towel over his shoulder, making his way over to you.

"You okay, newbie?"

"No. Can you tell me which level is the hydrotherapy level?" You ask, flustered.

"Three. I'll take you there." Joe smirks following you to the elevator. You shy away and press 3. Joe chuckles.

"Joe Burrow. You must be my AT since mine is on paternity leave." Joe holds out his hand, and you feel embarrassed. The truth is you are bad with faces and names. How could you not recognize Joe fucking Burrow?

"I'm sorry. It's my first day, and I'm running late. I'm sorry, Mr.Burrow." You say apologetically. Joe shakes his head.

"Call me Joe. It's fine. I'm looking forward to working together." Joe says as the elevator door opens. He puts his arm out, holding the door for you to exit first. Once you're in front of him, Joe can't help but take a glance at your ass.

"Damn." Joe mumbles.

"Huh?" You turn around.

"I said this way." Joe nods to a room around the corner. You follow him to the room. During the session, Joe makes flirtatious marks, but you brush it off, thinking he's just being nice. Let's just say you weren't the brightest when it came to things like that.

"How does that feel?" You ask, massaging his calf.

"Amazing. Likke you."

"Aww, thanks."

"We should exchange numbers."

"Right.Sorry. I'll make sure to get it before I leave. I'm on call, so just message me if you need anything. It was nice meeting you today, Joe." You reply, helping him sit up. You give him a weak smile, and Joe bites his lip. Adorable.

B! Boyfriend.

"Who's that?" Joe asks, watching you hang up your phone. You've been working with Joe for two months now, and things have been good. Joe is the nicest client you've had so far. During your internship with the Giants, you met a few assholes.

"My boyfriend. He just wanted to know when I would be back. You played well today, but I want you to rest that ankle."

"So you have a boyfriend, huh? You never talk about him." Joe says.

"There's nothing to really say. He's a great guy. We've been together since college."

"No ring?" Joe raises his eyebrow.

"Well, Joe isn't really working right now. I'm sure he would have asked me if he could afford it."

"His name is Joe?" Joe chuckles to himself. That won't do. He is the only Joe you need in your life.

"Yeah, kinda funny right? He's a big fan of yours too."

"What about you? Are you a big fan of mine?" Joe asks, making you smile. You nod your head lying because you actually don't really care for football.

"Yes. I think you're pretty awesome." You reply with a smile. Joe takes your hands into his hands.

"Back at you." He winks. You take your hand and turn away, hiding your wide smile. You make your way over to unwrap the bandage on his ankle. Joe eyes you, which only makes you a little nervous. He chuckles and leans back, watching you with dark eyes.

"How about we grab dinner together?" Joe asks. You agree because you could use something to eat. You've been working around the clock and missed out on a few meals. Joe takes you to a local diner neither of you is familiar with because you are currently in Buffalo. It was around midnight, so there weren't many options for late-night eats.

"Booth or Table?" The waitress asks, popping her gum. Before you can answer, Joe answers for a booth.

"Are you sure?" The waitress asks, eyeing you. You look away, nodding your head but groan on the inside. Booths are so uncomfortable for you. You do your best and slide into the seat, pushing the table away when Joe isn't looking. You felt a little embarrassed but too afraid to ask for a table.

"You okay?" Joe asks. You look at the menu after a quick nod. Joe pulls your menu down.

"What's wrong?"

"If you haven't noticed, I can't exactly fit into this small booth. I have too much hips, ass, and tummy." You make a joke out of the awkward situation.

"I'm sorry, darling. Let's go to a table." Joe stands, but you quickly grab his hand. The bitch of a waitress already gave you bad vibes, so it was okay to suffer instead of further embarrassing yourself.

"Are you sure?" Joe asks.

"Yeah. If you can pull the table closer to you, that will help." You whisper. Joe sits down and moves the table closer to him. You return to the menu, ignoring the thoughts tumbling around in your head. The waitress returns, and you order a short stack and bacon. Joe orders the same thing and water, handing the menus back.

"Sooo, tell me about the other Joe." Joe brings up your boyfriend again, which is a little weird, but again, you're not so bright when it comes to being hit on.

"Oh, he's the sweetest guy ever. He really keeps me grounded. During college, I used to get so stressed out when it came to class. But because of him, I graduated with a 4.0 and was top of my class. I was valedictorian in high school, so it was only right. I worked hard in college, too, right? Because of that, I was able to finish a little earlier and intern for a bit with the Giants. Joe actually helped me get that job. He knows a guy who knows a guy. That's what I mean; he is simply the best." You ramble on. Joe stopped listening when you said he was the sweetest guy. The truth is he didn't give two fucks about that, Joe. Nope, Joe just wanted to watch your plump lips move. It's been two months with you as his athletic trainer, and Joe would be lying if he said he hadn't fucked his hand to the thought of your lips alone.

"Is he your first?"

"Umm, boyfriend? Yeah." You smile, thinking about how Joe asked you out. And by the way, Joe was not asking about boyfriends, but you didn't know that.

"Cool."

"So, do you have a girlfriend?" You ask, sipping your water. Joe shakes his head.

"Too busy working. I have flings." Joe leans back in the booth putting his arm on the back. You choke on your water. Of course, you've heard stories about sports guys sleeping around with groupies. Hell, Ja'Marr's trainer always tells you he has to clean up the mess after Ja'Marr wants to kick out his fling. But hearing Joe admit it makes you shocked a little. Joe didn't seem like the other players.

"Are you surprised?" He asks, laughing.

"A little. You seem nice, so I didn't expect you to engage with groupies." You whisper the last part. Joe starts laughing.

"We all have needs. Right? I'm sure you understand."

"Oh no. I wouldn't know anything about that stuff. I'm a virgin. Joe said we should wait until marriage." You glow, and Joe rolls his eyes. That piece of shit is definitely cheating on you. The food comes, and you and Joe makes small talk about the upcoming games and his workout regimen. He pays, and you guys get an Uber back to the hotel. You invite Joe into your room because he insisted the night was young and you guys should watch a movie.

"Do you mind if I take a quick shower?" You ask. Joe tells you to go ahead, and he will watch tv. You go to your room and undress. Joe sits in the living room until he hears the shower start. He takes his chance and sneaks into your bedroom. His eyes land on precisely what he was searching for; your underwear, sitting neatly on the night clothes you picked out. He picks them up and slips them into his pocket. You get out of the shower and dry off, entering the bedroom.

"Where's my underwear?" You ask yourself, searching through the clothes. You shake it off and settle on shorts and a T-shirt. Maybe you forgot to pick some out. When you walk back into the living room, Joe is laughing at an episode of Spongebob. You take a seat on the opposite end and start watching along. Joe motions for you to move closer.

"I'm not going to bite." He laughs as you scoot down. You giggle and turn your focus to the tv. After two more episodes, you tell him you need to call it a night because you guys need to board the plane in a few hours. And when you guys touch down in Ohio again, you introduce Joe to Joe.

"It's like so cool to finally meet you." Your boyfriend beams. Joe shakes his hand.

"Thanks," Joe replies dryly. You hand Joe a lemonade and your boyfriend some water.

"It's freshly made." You tell Joe. Joe takes a sip.

"Oh, that's good."

"I'm the only one who likes it. Joe hates lemonade."

"I don't hate it. I just hate the way you make it." Your boyfriend replies. You excuse yourself to finish making finger sandwiches. Joe went on, and on about never being at your house, so he invited him over a day after returning home. Joe makes fake conversation with your boyfriend, all while his mind is stuck on you. You were currently wearing an ankle-length skirt with a slit on the side going all the way up your left side til about mid-thigh.

"So I made something you guys can snack on, but I have to meet my sister for a bit in two hours." You say, putting the tray down. Joe licks his lips, watching you bend down and sneaking a peek at your cleavage. It goes unnoticed by your boyfriend because he watches Joe Burrow highlights on tv. They talk some more while you do laundry, and then you find it—a pair of pink panties size small. You stop folding clothes and walk into the living room, staring at your boyfriend, laughing with Joe.

C! Cheating

Your boyfriend was cheating. There's no other way around it. You confronted him that day in front of Joe without a care in the world. Your boyfriend denied it being from his side piece, stating that his sister stayed over the weekend you were gone and must have mixed it with his stuff. And you believed him. Joe was stunned. There was no way that was his sister's underwear. What absolute bullshit. This guy was a complete loser, and one way or another, Joe would take you away from him.

Joe continued to fist his dick into the panties he stole from you weeks ago. He moaned your name, closing his eyes and picturing you riding him. Joe came into the panties and threw his head back. Right on cue, your name flashed across his phone. Joe stood up, pulling his shorts up and washing his hand before returning your call.

"Hey. I'm sorry, but I think I have to call off for the weekend."

"What's wrong?" Joe asks with concern. You sniffle and wipe your eyes.

"My cat has to be put down."

"Aww darling, I'm sorry. Take all the time you need. If you need anything, let me know." Joe hangs up. He lets you rest for the weekend, but he stops by your place Sunday before the game only to be greeted by Joe. Your boyfriend invites him in and chats him up.

"Be honest with me. Guy to Guy. You're cheating on her, right?" Joe asks, laughing. Your boyfriend smirks.

"She's super bright but just doesn't do it for me. I only started dating her, so she would do my homework back when we were in school, and I stayed because she's smart. Why can't guys be the stay at the home partner? So, I've been seeing my ex for a year now. We reconnected. Sex is mindblowing. I'm sure you get it." Your boyfriend laughs. Joe nods his head. Yeah, he gets it. Your Joe was a lazy loser—all the more reason to snatch you up.

"So no sex with-"

"Hell no. I told her I wanted to wait until marriage bullshit, and she's been holding on to that since. She doesn't put out, you know? So, of course, I need my needs met somewhere else." Your boyfriend laughs. Joe joins and stands up, letting him know he needs to get to the arena. The next week you're pretty quiet around Joe. He pokes your cheek, and you look at him with a smile.

"You've been off. What's up?"

"Do you think Joe is cheating on me?"

"Does he have a sister?" He asks.

"He does, but I've never met his family s-"

"What? You've been together like six years."

"He said he doesn't get along with them."

"He's cheating on you. As your guy friend, I'm letting you know the signs are there." Joe says as you finish wrapping his ankle. You sigh.

"Maybe I can talk things out with him. It must have been a mistake."

"Darling, he's a loser. If I'm being honest with you. You deserve someone better."

"There's no one better than Joe. He's my first boyfriend. I've had other guys interested in me growing up, of course, but something about Joe is perfect."

"So cheat on him back," Joe replies hoping down from the table. He walks away, grabbing his gear. You let the thought stay in your head all game. And after the game, Joe tells you he will give you a ride home because your boyfriend said something came up. You want to ask him what he meant by cheating on his back. You're a virgin; you couldn't think about going all the way with a stranger.

"What should I do? Cheating is bad. I don't think I could do it with a stranger."

"It doesn't have to be a stranger." Joe turns his body so he is facing you.

"Then who?" You ask, entirely clueless. Joe thinks you're adorable. He leans in close to your face and kisses your lips. You don't pull back frozen with uncertainty.

"It's okay," Joe whispers. You part your lips, letting Joe's tongue slide in and explore your mouth. His mouth tasted of fresh mint mixed with his strawberry chapstick. You clench your walls as the kiss intensifies. Joe's hand reaches down toward your thighs and squeezes at the soft, plump skin. You moan into his mouth, and he smiles. Joe pulls away, a small string of saliva connecting the both of you. You turn your head, shying away from him. Joe licks his lips, tasting your Chocolate Fenty lipgloss.

"I want you to cum." Joe states.

"Come where?"

Joe looks off as if he's looking at a camera and smirks. Innocent.

"Where do you want me to come?" You ask again, confused. My face and fingers, Joe thinks to himself.

"To my place."

"I can't. I should go. Joe is waiting." You rush out of the car, slamming the door, trying to keep your heart from pounding out of your chest. You get home to find your boyfriend cheating with his ex. You're both cheaters.

D! Distraction.

You need a distraction, but you have no off days. At work, you can barely concentrate, and you've been avoiding Joe working with other players. Finally, Joe corners you in the locker room. He pulls you into the sauna.

"I'm sorry about the kiss. If you felt, I overstepped, I'm-"

"Joe is cheating on me. I caught him with his ex that night. What should I do?"

Joe pulls you into a much-needed hug.

"Use me." Joe lifts your chin so you stare up at him.

"But what if Joe finds out?" You pout. Joe leans down, kissing your lips.

"He won't, I promise."

Again you let Joe's kisses swarm your head. Joe backs you into the bench, and you fall back sitting down. Joe leans down, connecting the kiss again. Joe pulls away and takes his shirt off. You've seen Joe shirtless plenty of times due to the nature of your job, but right now, it sent an unknown tingling sensation down your body to your core. Joe locks the door and turns the sauna on. He kneels between your legs, pulling your shorts down.

"What are you doing?" You whisper, getting nervous.

"I'm going to make you feel good. I promise." Joe slips your panties off next, putting them in his pocket for later. With ease, Joe separates your legs, setting them on his shoulders. Your mind goes blank when he puts his lips on your pussy.

"Oh gosh. Joe." You moan, grabbing his hair while Joe sloppy sucks at your clit. A strangled moan falls from your lips as Joe slides his tongue into your cunt. The feeling sends you into a euphoric state. You've never experienced something like it.

"Joe! I think something--Oh god!" You squeal, gushing on his tongue. Joe cleans you up by licking every drop. He stands up, laughing.

"That was amazing."

He leans down, kissing your lips.

"Come over to my place tonight, and I'll show you more." He whispers.

E! Education.

Yeah, you've got the brains and beauty parts down, but when it came to socializing, you were as plain as they come. And Joe was happy to teach you things about your beautiful body.

Your eyes crossed as Joe continued to finger fuck you in the back of the bus. His husky breath whispers sweet little nothings to you, sending your hips thrusting on their own. It was insane what could be done in the back of the bus. You bit down on your lip, trying to keep your sounds quiet. The Bengals defeated the Giants, and Joe needed his victory snack; you. The sound of your wet pussy squelching every time Joe would drag his fingers out and push them back in. Thank goodness everyone was either sleeping or listening to headphones.

"Slow. Slow." You whisper, but Joe just smiles.

"You have to let it happen, baby."

Your thighs tremble, and you feel an orgasm slip through your body. Joe drags his fingers out and puts them into his mouth, sucking your juices off. You fix your skirt and hide your face. When you get to the hotel, you go straight to your room for a nice shower. Joe calls you on Facetime to see what you're wearing; he then coaches you through playing with yourself while he jerks off. Over the last few weeks, you've had these little secret sessions with Joe, and it's been the most exciting part of your life.

Two days later, you come home to find your boyfriend on the couch. He sits up, ready to make his 100th apology.

"Honey, she meant nothing. I messed up. You know I love you. Look.: He says, pulling a ring box out. Your eyes start to water.

"Oh, Joe."

"Let's make up and try again."

You nod your head and accept his ring. The following day at practice, Joe looks at the ring on your finger. He rolls his eyes when you tell him you have to end whatever you have going on with him.

"He's not serious." Joe mumbles.

"Huh?"

"He cheated on you with his ex-girlfriend. Do you really think it was a one-time thing and mistake?" Joe asks. The blank stare on your face tells Joe you believe your boyfriend.

"Joe messed up, but he asked me to marry him, so everything is okay."

"Right. I need to get back in. See you later." Joe puts his helmet on and walks off. You stand there confused but brush it off. Maybe Joe is having a bad day.

F! Frustrated

You have frustrated Joe to the point of no return. He's been sleeping with a cheerleader, but she is nothing compared to you. Joe can't go down on her without thinking about you. Without thinking about you wrapping your thick thighs around his head while he devours you. Or the gasps and little whimpers you let out when he finger fucks you. Nope. No one can compare.

G! Gorgeous

Joe thinks you look absolutely gorgeous at the annual Bengals charity event. You're wearing a beautiful red satin dress with a plunging neckline and a slit going up the side. Joe holds himself back from moaning at the sight of you. The only thinking stopping him is the fact your boyfriend is with you.

"Joe, you're going to bet on me, right?" Chloe, the head cheerleader, asks, wrapping her arm around Joe's. Joe takes a sip of his water, nodding his head. It's for charity, so he doesn't have a choice. When it's time to raffle off the women for a date with the highest bidder, Joe raises his hand once for Chloe.

"Wow, everyone wants a date with Miss Bengal herself. She has earned the highest bid tonight at 15,000 to Mr.Greg. Anyone want to go higher?" The announcer asks. Chloe loses to Joe, and he shakes his head. Ja'MArr starts laughing. Joe snickers and stops seeing you take your place on the stage. The announcer introduces you, and a few people bid, and it stops at 10,000.

"25!" Joe shouts. You look in the crowd spotting him with his number held up.

"25,000 going once twice, and it goes to Joe Burrow. We appreciate the bid, Mr.Burrow." The guy says. Joe makes his way over to help you down the stage.

"You didn't have to bid that much on me. It's not like anyone would have gone higher than 10k."

"It's charity. If I give my money, it will be for the best prize."

Your boyfriend makes his way over.

"You didn't have to make such a high bid. She's not worth 25k." Your boyfriend laughs. You're mortified and look away.

"Yeah, she's priceless for sure." Joe winks at you. Your boyfriend nods his head and leaves you alone.

"So, about that date?" Joe asks.

"What would you like to do?"

"You," Joe replies without missing a beat. You look around, making sure no one is in earshot. You grab Joe's hand and take him to a secluded area.

"Joe. I appreciate you being a distraction, but I'm an engaged woman now. Me and Joe are starting over. So you can't make comments like that." You whisper, looking away from his blue eyes. Joe nods his head and tells you he understands. But he's lying. There's no way in hell he would let Joe number two win.

H! Heart.

It took Joe some time to realize what he actually wanted from you. When he first met you, he thought sex with you was exactly what he wanted. You were attractive, intelligent, and so caring that it might be a flaw. Your boyfriend took advantage of your kindness and innocence. He didn't deserve you at all. Maybe Joe didn't either, but he liked to believe he did. As the season closed, Joe distanced himself from you, hoping whatever feelings he harbored for you would die out. But it doesn't work like that. It only may things harder for Joe, and he started taking his frustrations out on random people.

"You've been in a shitty mood," Ja'Marr said one day. Joe looked over at him and rolled his eyes.

"I'm tired. Sorry." He mumbled.

"You and big mama fighting?" Ja'Marr asked.

"Don't fucking call her that."

"Hey, she told me it was okay," Ja'Marr said in defense. Joe relaxed. The thought of you made his stomach flip. You walked over, handing Ja'Marr some water. Ja'Marr mumbled something along the lines of you should talk.

"Did you need to tell me something?" You asked him. Joe shook his head. When you turned to walk away, Joe grabbed your wrist.

"It was great having you this season. Maybe they will bring you on as a regular." Joe scratched the back of his neck while avoiding looking into your face. You take his hands in your own.

"Thank you. They offered me a five-year contract."

"That's great. Having you around-"

"I can't take it. We became involved with each other. It's against the rules of the contract."

Joe laughed until his stomach started to hurt. You looked at him with a confused expression. Joe bends down, kissing your head.

"We never went further than oral, so I think you're in the clear, plus you're engaged, remember?"

"About that…..I, ummm, left Joe after the charity event, which was three months ago, so yeah."

"Wow. For good?" He asked.

"Yes. You were right about him. He's a loser. I deserve better." You wore a proud look which only made Joe want to hold you.

"You should take the job. Because you enjoy working with us. What we had, I promise not to-"

"I heart you." You mumbled. Joe's eyes soften at your confession.

"I heart you too."

"So that's why I can't take the job." You sighed as Joe pulled you into a hug. Joe told you that he would handle it. There's no way he would let his heart stray away.

I! Irreplaceable.

Joe had to bargain with the team manager about letting you stay. It was a long annoying process, but they finally broke. The only agreement was that you couldn't be Joe's trainer again, which was okay because the old trainer was done with paternity leave. You were irreplaceable to the team, but especially to Joe.

J! Joe Burrow's

"This is your girlfriend?" Mr.Burrow asked. Joe nodded, pulling you closer to him. You became a little nervous.

"Oh, she is absolutely gorgeous." His mother beams, pulling you into a hug.

"Very lucky guy. I hear you had been taking care of my knucklehead last season." Mr. Burrow pulls you into a hug next.

"Yeah. I did. He was a little difficult." You joke as Joe pulls you back to him, pouting. You meet various family members during the cookout; they're all so inviting and sweet. Joe refuses to leave your side. You guys have gone semi-public, and you had to get used to being called Joe Burrow's girlfriend. After the news came out, your ex blew up your phone, accusing you of cheating on him. He even showed up at your apartment one night yelling at you. When you told Joe, he was ready to kick his door down, but you talked him down….aka gave him the sloppiest head. That's all thanks to Joe for even teaching you such a technique. The next time your ex showed up at your apartment, Joe answered the door in only shorts.

"Uhh. I need to talk to her."

"Leave her alone. This is my last time telling you that. You're a loser. Maybe now you can get a job and stop being a lazy leech." Joe slams the door and returns to the bedroom. You're still lying in the position Joe left you, handcuffed to the bed and legs spread open for him. When Joe took your virginity, he was so careful with you. Making sure you felt good, making sure you reached your orgasm multiple times before he allowed himself to cum. You loved how tenderly he treated your body. But now that you were seasoned during the lovemaking, Joe's true nature came out. He was very much a freak in the sheets.

"Joe? Who was at the door." You call out, unable to see because of Joe's tie around your eyes.

"Your loser ex." Joe chuckles, taking his place between your legs. He starts rubbing your thighs.

"Oh gosh. He won't stop calling me or showing up. I'm sorry." You pout. Joe doesn't respond, which excites you with anticipation. Without another word, Joe was inside of you. You twist and pull at the restraints, biting on your lip so hard it draws blood.

"Feels so good." You cry out. Joe lifts your right leg to get a better angle. You moan and cry, feeling Joe hit your spot over and over. And when it's over, Joe kisses you all over and wipes you down. You lay your head on his chest as he massages your leg.

"Joe Burrow's girlfriend." You giggle to yourself. You didn't care what anyone else had to say about your relationship. You didn't care about who the world thought Joe should be dating. Your size didn't matter to you or Joe. Because you were his, and he was yours.

K! Kind

Joe is always so kind and patient with you and your needs. He always makes sure you're in good spirits. He snaps at anyone who even thinks about taking your kindness for granted. That included your shitty mother. Her comments about watching your weight never got to you before, but now that you're public dating, it feels like 1000 of your mother is constantly watching you. Joe kisses on your neck as you guys wait in line for the Ferris wheel. Yeah, you've become that PDA couple. Joe loved showing you off to the world. You were perfect in his eyes. When it's your turn to get in the ride, you climb in first and Joe behind you. He sits across from you, leaning back and smiling. You cover your face because he always looks at you with so much love in his eyes. And when you guys get to the top of the wheel, fireworks go off, and Joe says it.

"I love you, baby. I love you for your beautiful mind and kind heart. I hope what we have carries on into the next life." He leans into you to kiss your lips, but you're crying.

"I love you too." You cry.

L! Love

"I love you." You scream as Joe pounds into you from behind. He gives your ass a hard smack and watches it jiggle. A year ago, he had no idea he would be this deep into you—Literally and figuratively.

M! Move

You moved in with Joe and adopted a kitty together. Joe was currently sleeping with the kitten on his chest. You took a photo and posted it on your story. Joe could be so cute sometimes.

N! Nasty

Joe was indeed nasty. But the good nasty. He would fuck you any and everywhere he could get you. The locker room, the team plane bathroom (You joined the mile-high club because of him), and the back of the car. It didn't matter to Joe; if he wanted you, he knew how to seduce you effortlessly. And you wanted it just as bad as him. Joe held you up against the wall as he fucked into you. You barely entered the hotel room before your dress was ripped and your panties thrown.

"I'm heavy put-put- down." You cry out. Joe laughs against your ear.

"Baby, you know exactly how much I can bench. Be quiet." He sucks your earlobe and carries you to the bed to demolish you for the night. At some point, your ex called. Joe answered.

"Asshole is calling; hold on." He said, putting on speaking and putting the phone by your head which was buried in the pillow.

"Hel-Hello?" Your ex asked.

"Speak," Joe shouted over the clapping of his hips against your cheeks.

"Where is she? I wanted to umm-"

"Fuck Joe. Pull out." You cry, reaching back to stop his hips. Your legs felt like they were going to give out under you. You freeze when you hear your name being called by your ex. You can't believe Joe answered the call.

"She's busy. I'll have her call you back, Joseph." Joe says, laughing and hanging up. Your boyfriend was 100% nasty.

O! Oh, My God!

"Oh my god!" You scream, looking at the ring. It's your dream ring, and Joe is on his knee asking for your hand in marriage. Two years. You spent six long years with your ex, and he never even thought of marriage, but Joe asked you two years after dating. The truth is he wanted to ask you the night he said I love you but chickened out.

"Soooo, don't keep us in suspense, Mama!" Ja'Marr shouts. You nod your head as tears stream down your face. The team cheers, and Joe lifts you. Oh, My God, you're getting married!

P! Pretty

"Pretty." Your mother says, watching you twirl in the wedding dress. You had to go dress shopping, and it was taking everything in you to invite her. You don't hate your mother but don't have a buddy relationship with her. Ever since Joe stood up for you, she's been trying to get on your good side. Your best friend starts tearing up.

"You look so pretty. This has to be the one. Do you feel it?" You look at yourself in the mirror. You do. This is the dress you want. Say yes to the dress.

Q! Quiver

"I want to put a baby in you so bad," Joe whispers into your ear while giving you deep strokes. Sweat glistens on your forehead from the "exercise" you're supposed to provide Joe with. Your body quivers, feeling Joe drag his cock out and push it back in.

"You want me to give you a baby?" Joe asks. Your mouth hangs open with silent praise as drool trickles down your chin. You were drunk. Drunk on Joe. Drunk on his cock. Drunk on this feeling. Love drunk. You nod your head, unable to give words because Joe is making you feel so good. Your body trembles and quivers some more before cumming again.

R! Relationship

Your relationship with Joe has been something out of the movies. You never thought you could fall in love with someone so charming. He makes you feel like you are the only person that matters in the world. The relationship with Joe can only be defined by love.

S! Special

Joe makes you feel special with his words but, most notably, his actions.

T! Tears

The first fight you have with Joe brings you to tears. The fight was hardly something to be yelling about, but you had been grumpy, and with Joe being hyper-focused on the season and not helping with the wedding, it pissed you off. You were stressed about everything, and all you wanted was help.

"That's why we hired a wedding planner!"

"All I'm asking is for a little help! How fucking hard can it be to reply when I text you about OUR wedding."

"Calm down. It's not that serious."

"It's not that serious. I have dreamed about getting married since I was a little girl. I want our day to be special, and you treat it like some secondary thing. It should be the most important thing in your life!"

"Winning another championship is the most important thing in my life right now," Joe shouts back. You both fall silent. Joe rubs his forehead, realizing what he said. He opens his mouth to apologize, but you tell him to get out.

"Bab-"

"Out. Go fucking sleep on the field for all I care but get out!"

Joe grabs his keys and slams the door. You break down, trying to calm your nerves, but you can't. You feel defeated. You walk into the bathroom and pull out the positive pregnancy stick.

U! Uterus

Yeah, your uterus is occupied. Joe came home the following day to find you sleeping in bed. He woke you up to apologize. You held onto him for a long time, and it broke his heart that you guys fought.

"Pregnant." You whisper.

"What was that?"

"I'm pregnant, Joe. It's why I'm angry all the time and moody. We have to change everything around. We can't get married while I'm pregnant. The way things are going, I will give birth on the wedding day."

"Hey, hey. Okay. So we move things around. We push back the wedding. I promise we will make this work. I love you." He kisses your forehead, and you believe. Joe has never lied to you before.

V! Violet

"She is so beautiful." Joe's mother coos over her brand-new granddaughter, Violet. You take a deep breath and lay back on the bed. It's been four weeks since you gave birth to your daugh, and it has been an uphill battle. Joe has been on the road, but his mother stayed with you 24/7 to help when he would leave. Joe is currently playing in the Superbowl, but you couldn't bother to watch. Your spirit has been down, and you don't see a light at the end of the tunnel. After feeding Violet, you lay her down for a nap and decide to take a bath. You stay in the bathtub until the water is cold. You felt numb. You can hear the family cheering downstairs. Joe must have won. Good for him. You sink under the water and stay there until his mother pulls you up. She wraps a towel around you as you begin to cry.

"I know it's hard, sweetheart. It's going to get easier. I know it will." She rubs your back. After you dress and dry off, you stare at the ceiling as your one-month-old starts crying. You don't make a move to console her. You can't. Joe's mother comes in and takes her away, letting you rest. You wake up to soft kisses on your forehead but don't open your eyes.

"She's been sleeping for a while. I'm worried about her, Joe." His mother whispers.

"I'm home now for a while, so I'll take care of her," Joe replies. And he does. He keeps you company. He listens to you rant. He takes care of Violet while you recover. And when you finally see the light at the end of the tunnel, you run for it. Joe is a breath of fresh air. Your daughter is everything you've ever wanted. Your little family is perfect. Joe watches you play peek-a-boo with Violet.

W! Wedding

A year later, you walk down the aisle and become Mrs. Burrow. Joe's vows sent you and a good chunk of the guest into a sobbing fit. You hated that he went before you because you could barely get yours out. And from that day forward, you truly lived your happily ever after.

X! X-Ray

"You are my air. I'm honored to be standing here right now, taking this step with you. I knew from day one that you and I would be standing here. Adorable. That's the first word that popped into my head when you entered that locker room. At the time, you had a Boyfriend, and I was okay with being the side guy if I had to. Cheating is a sin, I get it, but I was willing to be that guy." Joe holds your hands, and the crowd chuckles. He stares back at you, giving his full attention to you.

"You said I became a good Distraction from your life, but you were my focus. You taught me so much about love and myself. Thank you for that Education. It was Frustrating at times because I wanted you real bad. But here we are now, you standing before me, looking Gorgeous. You have my Heart because you are my Heart. You're Irreplaceable. And not because you're Joe Burrow's girl, because you're you. Kind and Loving. Making this Move with you seems like the easiest thing I've ever had to do. I'm trying my best to keep things PG. I definitely want to say something Nasty." Joe says, whispering nasty so only you can hear it. You wipe your eyes, trying to keep the tears back. Several people have already started crying.

"I know everyone is thinking, OMG, can he hurry up? But I can't. I know I get to confess my love for her every day, but this moment right here should last forever. But Pretty girl, forever isn't long enough for me. It makes me Quiver with excitement knowing that you took this journey with me. This Relationship that we have is so important to me. So Special. I don't want to see those Tears." Joe jokes, trying to wipe your eyes.

"You're my best friend, lover, and mother of my child. Hi Violet." Joe shouts out your one-year-old, who waves at her daddy excitedly.

"I hope this Wedding turned out to be everything you dreamed of. Thank you for letting me be a part of your dream because you are my dream. Thank you for being my X-Ray and seeing through me. Knowing and caring for me always. I love you from A-Z…Alwayz" Joe emphasizes the s as a Z, and you break down crying with everyone else.

Z! Zachary

"Violet and Zachary, if you guys don't stop running in the house, you will not be going to Daddy's game." You shout at your three and two-year-olds. You rub your belly, trying to prepare their lunch before you have to be at the arena with Ja'Marr. Your son runs into the kitchen, all giggling.

"Mom, I want a sister," Violet says, grabbing her shoes.

"I can't control what I'm having, sweetie. We will find out Monday." You reply as your husband makes his way into the kitchen. He picks up Zach and tosses him in the air before doing the same to Violet and finally kissing your lips.

"I love you," you whisper.

"I love you too forever and Alwayz," Joe replies.

The ABC concept was so much fun. As soon as I saw this request, I was like, what if it's like the ABCs of why Joe loves you! But then it developed into this. I hope the person who requested this likes it. Thank you so much again! I'm still taking requests, but remember I'm also writing a series ( Fallin All In You!) so it takes quite some time to sit and write! Likes Reblogs and comments are appreciated like so much you don't even know! I love reading the comments. hehe

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Heartwork- E.M. Pt. 3

You and Eddie go out to dinner at the diner.

1 - 2 - 4 - 5 - 6 - 7 - 8 - 9 - Epilogue

Masterlist

TW- Cursing, innuendo

Pairings- Eddie X Reader

Word Count- 1,711

(Gif not mine, Credit to owner!)

You nod as you all walk out of the theater, having been the only one to see it before, you were the only one prepared for the complete mind-fuck in store. The three men with you walk out dazed, eyes glossed over as they digest the movie.  

“That was awesome,” Dustin muses as the four of you walk toward the front. You simply nod again. 

“I know. It’s genius,” You state. 

“New favorite movie, for sure,” Eddie comments. 

“I told you it was great! It’s an instant classic.”  

“I mean, Anthony Hopkins… He’s just…” 

“Fucking fantastic, is what he is!” Gareth exclaims. “And Buffalo Bill!” 

“It rubs the lotion on its skin, or else it gets the hose again!” Dustin imitates, making you all laugh as you push through the front doors.  

“Hey, we’re gonna go to the diner to get some food, you guys wanna come?” Eddie offers.  

“Nah, I’ve got work early in the morning, thanks though,” Dustin says.  

“Yeah, and I’ve gotta get home to Nicole. Maybe next time?”  

“Yeah, for sure! Here, take my number and we can schedule a lunch together!” You hand both Gareth and Dustin card from your purse and bid them all goodbye, then you turn to Eddie.  

“Okay, I’ll meet you there?” Eddie nods. 

“Yeah, I’ll see you in a few minutes.” You hug, even though you’re not saying goodbye, and you laugh as you pull away. 

“See you in a few.” You walk to your car and get in the driver’s seat, backing out of the space and pulling out of the lot. You see Eddie’s car pull in the parking lot for the diner just before you do, and you pull into the space next to him and get out to go inside to meet him. 

“Hey! Fancy seeing you here.” You laugh, pulling Eddie’s attention to you. He smiles, hands in his pockets as he turns to you. 

“Yeah, it’s like we planned it or something!” He takes a step towards you, that sweet, goofy smile you’ve always adored dancing on his lips. “You ready to sit?” He motions with his head to a booth in the corner. The usual booth that the three of you always used to sit at. You nod, remembering all of the good times this place held with a smile as you walk over and sit down across from each other. 

A couple of minutes later, a waitress comes over to greet you. “Hi guys, I’m Tina. Can I get you started with something to drink?” She looks a bit younger than you two, maybe still in high school.  

“Yeah, I’ll have a coke, please,” Eddie says, looking up from the menu. The waitress writes it on her pad and looks to you.  

“I’ll just have a water,” She nods and writes again.  

“Are you ready to order or do you need a few more minutes?” You and Eddie look to each other, when you see Eddie shrug slightly, you turn back to Tina. 

“Just a couple minutes please,” She gives a tired smile as she nods again and turns to go get your drinks. The next couple of seconds are silent as you and Eddie look over your menus. 

“Wanna split some cheese fries?” Eddie asks, an eyebrow quirked playfully as if getting cheese fries was a risky activity. You chuckle and contemplate, lips pressing together as you hum in thought. 

“That sounds good…” You begin as you narrow your eyes devilishly. “But you know what could be better?” You lean in slightly. 

“What could be better than cheese fries?” Eddie rolls his eyes.  

“Chili cheese fries!” You exclaim. Eddie nods solemnly. 

“I knew I kept you around for a reason!” You reach across the table to smack Eddie with the menu lightly, both of you laughing. 

“I thought you said I was your best friend!” You feign hurt across your face, only thinly veiling the ever-growing smile you wear. 

“Yeah! Because who else would condone eating cheese fries at 10:30 at night?!” Eddie rolls his eyes like it’s obvious. You’ve missed this. You didn’t have many friends in Chicago. Most of the people you had classes with were stuffy, uppity people from rich families. You never vibed with those sorts of people. You’ve always preferred the outcasts, having been one yourself in most of your formative years. You had a couple of casual friends, but nothing comparing to the deep bond you share with Eddie, and what you once shared with Y/BFF/N. 

Tina comes back as your laughter wanes, a light smile on her face, probably amused by the antics between you and Eddie. “Alright, are we ready to order now?” You turn to her and nod, glancing back at the menu for the name of the burger you’re wanting.  

“I think I’m gonna do the Bacon Cheeseburger Royale, with no tomato, please, and we’re gonna split an order of chili cheese fries.”  

“Okay, great choice. And for you, sir?” She turns to Eddie. 

“I’ll do the Grilled Chicken Sandwich, and I’d also like bacon on mine, please.” Eddie grabs both of your menus to hand back to the waitress.  

“Alright, and will that be on one check?” 

“Yes!” You interject as Eddie begins answering. “I’ll take it.” Tina nods and turns to go put in your orders. 

“You don’t have to buy me dinner!” Eddie says. You roll your eyes exaggeratedly. 

“You didn’t have to buy my movie ticket! You can get dinner next time, okay?” You reason, smiling at Eddie across the table. He shakes his head lightly, but gives it up.  

“Alright, deal.” You shake on it and keep talking until the food comes, the conversation never slowing as you laugh together. 

“Oh, do you remember Steve?” Eddie asks, stuffing his mouth with a couple of fries. You roll your eyes up, thinking, until his picture pops into your head. 

“Harrington? Yeah, what about him?”  

“I talk to him every once in a while. He just got his degree in Education. Guess where he works now!” You think back on Steve, not the most studious person, you recall, but a nice enough guy. You mainly remember how attractive you and the whole of Hawkins thought he was. Man, he’s gonna have a rough time with his female students. 

“Hawkins High, I’m guessing? Jesus... Doesn’t that man have enough ego without being fawned over by a bunch of hormonal teenagers?” You chuckle at the thought, cheerleaders asking for special “extra credit” when they fall behind in his class. Poor guy, he’s gonna have to bathe in hand sanitizer just to keep the creepy off.  

“Yeah, but he seems to really like it. At least the kids listen to him for the most part. God knows that all of high school is a popularity contest. I guess it’s true even for the teachers.” Eddie says.  

“I suppose so. I heard from my parents that the Wheeler girl... Nancy, right? I heard she’s working for NBC now. My parents are friends with her parents.” 

“Yeah, and Mike, her brother, you remember him? He’s at CalTech. Sends me a postcard every once in a while. He was a little shit in high school but he and that girl he’s with seem to be happy.” You think back and remember the girl vaguely. You only ever saw her once or twice but Mike never seemed to stop talking about her.  

“Isn’t she his cousin or something?” You squint your eyes, trying to remember as Eddie laughs out loud across from you.  

“Fuck no! That was just a rumor going around for a while before everyone believed he had a girlfriend!” You chuckle now, slightly embarrassed at the false memory. 

“Oh, oops!” Eddie laughs harder as a bubble of laughter bursts from your mouth to accompany his and as you inhale, you snort a bit, which makes Eddie, and then you, laugh even harder. You’re practically in tears by the time the food’s gone, stomachs tense, face aching from all the fun you’re having.  

The bill gets brought out, and after you pay, you and Eddie walk out to the parking lot together, still joking about everything under the sun. He walks you to your car, and you turn to him, wrapping your arms around his slender frame in a hug. “This was so much fun. Thanks for inviting me out,” Eddie reciprocates, bringing his arms around you and squeezing, laying his cheek on the top of your head.  

“Don’t mention it. Now that you’re back, I’m gonna be dragging you out to everything!” He jokes. “You’re gonna get sick of seeing me.” You scrunch your nose and shake your head as you part. 

“I’ll never get sick of seeing you, Munson. You’re probably the best thing about this place.” You confess, smiling sweetly. Eddie scoffs, rolling his eyes dramatically and you almost swear you see a tinge of pink sweep across his cheeks as he smiles. 

“Nah, no way. You might be, though.” He leans in for another quick hug, and you get a shock as you feel his lips press briefly to your cheek. It’s not the first time he’s kissed you in this friendly fashion, but it feels different all the same. Maybe it’s just because it’s been so long. Still, the warmth of his lips on your face for that brief moment makes your heart skip an unexpected beat. “Alright, I’ll let you go now,” he says, smiling out of the corner of his mouth. You nod, trying to calm the beating in your chest as you say your goodbyes. 

“Okay. I’ll see you Saturday at my parents’ though, right?” He nods as he remembers. 

“Yeah, definitely. I will be there.”  

“Okay then, goodnight. I’ll see you soon.” You start to turn to get into your car. 

“Yeah, see you soon. Goodnight, Y/N.”  

With that, you get in and close the door, sticking the key in the ignition. You can still feel the spot Eddie kissed, and you let out a deep breath. “Well, that’s new,” You mutter to yourself, putting the car in reverse. It’s nothing, you think. You just didn’t expect it. It doesn’t mean anything. You keep trying to convince yourself as you drive home for the night. 

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[blazingphantom]

Wendell & Wild Oneshot

Summary: Overcoming self-guilt isn't easy. But Helley's there to help a certain Overlord.

"It's surprising how long I haven't seen my house in ages." Sister Helley muses too himself slotting her keys into the keyhole, one hand resting on the front door. Ever since she took her job up as a nun, she practically lived in RBC School. She wasn't exactly complaining, but she did miss her house time to time- it was only a normal human thing. And the fact Rustbank was bursting with life once more? Made her a bit emotional. But at the same time, it was purely amazing. Too long where the streets and town abandoned. Every night slowly and gradually- every born resident just leaving one by one. It greatly disheartened her, but she always reminded herself. She would never leave, the girls in RBC needed her. And Helley adored her job, she loved teaching the girls.

"Surprised it's even intact still." A deeper voice shakes her out her thoughts. And Helley just smiles widely, glancing behind her shoulder and catching the glimpse of a much bigger, blue form. Buffalo Belzer stands a few feet behind her. Donned in a mustard-colored turtleneck and baggy wide legged black trousers. Which was a rarity, a thing that only happened once every blue moon. Currently standing at 8 feet tall. Despite being shrunk down, he still dwarfed everyone. His visitor form he called it, only switching into it when he wanted to get personal or just overall visit. Well, obviously he couldn't do it at 300ft. She and him had come back from the local diner. An outing if you'd call it that. Kat and Raul were there too as well. It was mostly a get together for all of them. And relaxation for the adults.

"You'd be taken aback. Mariana agreed to tidy and keep my house clean." Helley tells Belzer matter-of-factly, pushing the door inwards and stepping inside. The demon overlord trails after, ducking his head so his horns don't scrape the paint on the ceiling.

Belzer glances around and takes in the interior design. It's- well cozy. All the houses in Rustbank seemed to just instantly have that homey feel. He had to admit- he was really fond of it. And this was coming from a partially cave-dwelling infernal being. His gaze drifts down to the oakwood shelf that is aligned near the wall. Discreetly studying the picture frames. Some of her and her mother, and then... Helley and Manberg. Together her as a child. Belzer still found their relationship complicated. Maybe she forgot about that picture? But hey, he couldn't really say anything it wasn't his business. "You can stay here long as you want. But I have a curfew in bed by 11:45." Helley's voice resounds from the living room. Belzer blinks and winces as the lights suddenly comes on. He peaks his head into the living room and oo's quietly. A red sofa is up against the wall and a medium sized TV is sat on a coffee table. The curtains are drawn and block out the darkness of outside. "I wasn't one for decor." Helley shrugs her shoulders, "but it's home." She smiles and heads into the kitchen. "You want something? Water- or.." She swings open the fridge and frowns too herself, "water." Humming she turns to face him and rubs her hands together, "have to go shopping anyways." Belzer curiously heads on over and reaches his hand toward the very top and his fingers briefly skim the surface of something hard. Grabbing it briskly and bringing it down to his eye-level. It was... "Beer!" He exclaims triumphantly with a toothy grin. Helley whirls around and walks back to him, reading the date. Avoiding Belzer's teasingly accusing gaze with practiced focus and pure dedication.

"Huh, well it is in date. You have it." Helley pats his arm reassuringly and gets herself a glass of cold water. Belzer rummages around in the open cupboard and grabs a glass, pouring in the contents. Helley heads over to the sofa and sighs softly to herself. "Put on the TV if you want. I'm going to get changed for bed." "Mm." Is all Belzer says very visibly enjoying the comfiness of the couch. Ears twitching as the resounding footsteps of Helley slowly get quieter and quieter. It was all silent now. Silent. Belzer's eyes softened slightly, and he looked around the room. He wasn't one for quiet atmosphere, it reminded him of... well. There's no need to get into detail. Belzer felt himself drifting so slowly. Maybe it was the alcohol from earlier. But he was 100% sure he was beginning to feel something else. An emotion- that wasn't too familiar with him. But luckily that emotion was quickly warded off. As something else came into mind. "This fuckin outfit-" He growls irritably too himself and immediately stands up. It was pinching him too much. How could humans stand wearing these restricting pieces of fabric? Belzer grabbed the neck of his shirt and began to pull it over his belly, chest and arms. Where did he- oh screw it. Belzer was so tempted to toss the article of clothing but decided not to. Setting it gently on the arm of the couch. Before beginning to take of his trousers. "Buffalo Belzer- not another movement!" Helley's disembodied voice roared suddenly and in a blink of eye. She was standing beside him, now wearing a plain black pajamas whilst giving him that very serious look of 'don't you dare'. Belzer stares at her for a moment before grabbing his trousers and slowly pulling down. "Nope-" "But-" "Nah!" "Bu-" Helley scowls at him. "You ain't wearing underwear! I don't want a nude demon in my house, Belzer. Just- keep it on, okay?" He whistles tunelessly between his sharp teeth, a smug grin growing on his face. "For Christ-" "Ah," Belzer holds up a finger, "God's watching, remember?" Helley stares daggers at him and lightly shakes her head, her lips slightly downturned showing her displeasure. "Seriously Buffalo Belzer. Keep your trousers on, or you'll have to go home." Belzer exhales a long breath through his nose. "Fine." He lifts his hands up in surrender and falls back onto the couch, discreetly sticking his tongue out at her. "I saw that." Well, shit. Helley smirks proudly and sits on the couch next to him. Grabbing the remote and switching on the TV. "Get ready because I'm about to introduce you to the world of movies." She warns him with a light grin. Belzer's tail wags excitedly, oh this was going to be good.

-------------------- It was only 7 minutes into the movie. Till he started to feel, what was that emotion? Oh right, sadness. Belzer frowned too himself, he had to drunk right? Why was he feeling like this anyways? Belzer didn't like feeling this. He was already rebuilding his relationships with his boys. Oh. It all clicked now together. Belzer's gaze sneakily drifted to the side- to catch a glimpse of Helley who was too focused on the movie to notice his change in expression and demeanour. He wasn't the best father, was he? He really wasn't. Belzer eyebrows formed into a sad frown. Fathers didn't imprison their children or force them to work. Belzer blinked thrice and tried to recompose himself. He couldn't cry, not now. He was in company dammit, his left hand which rested along his hand, tightened its grip. Claws anchoring into the flesh unbeknownst to him. Stop. Stop this. Too many negative emotions were flooding him like a swarm. Why now? Out of all the times, did it have to be now? Belzer didn't know he had drawn attention to himself. Until he let out a sudden ragged gasp of air, covering his eyes with his hands. Helley looked over with worry and immediately paused the movie. "Belzer? You alright there?" Leaning over slightly to get a better look at him. Reluctantly resting a palm on his arm. "I'm such a fuck up of a father." Came the muffled response. Helley's eyes widened- not so much at the cursing. But just the way his sudden change of mood just- appeared. "Belzer-" Helley tried softly. Belzer jerked away and raised his head staring at her with glossy eyes. "Don't you dare- say otherwise. Do fathers- force their kids to-to work? Do fathers imprison his kids? Do they fucking- ignore them- or neglect THEM!" Belzer exclaims distraughtly; the volume of his voice doesn't make Helley wince. But she feels sympathy and pity for him. Very much so. She had never seen him so distressed. Helley had only known him for a few months, but this was already making her heart ache for him. "Exactly. Bad parents do that." Belzer's nostrils flare with heavy breaths, leaning back defeatedly into the couch. Claws still embedded in his arms, the air of anger and despair around him almost suffocating. Helley can almost physically sense the dark sea of guilt consuming him. She scooches closer to him nonchalantly. "Belzer," She begins again, mulling mentally over the right words to say without angering him. Looking up at him, he's grasping the glass of beer tightly- and Helley initially worries he'd break it and send shards exploding everywhere. And it feels all too familiar, a scenario too well known. Abruptly yet briefly she's thrown back into her memories. A mother on the couch, staring blankly at the TV with a glass of alcohol in her hand. "You... were a bad parent." A small growl issues itself from his throat, and Helley's eyes snap down to his claws that dig even further into his flesh. "But you changed, if you weren't a good parent. You'd remain the same without redemption." Like my mother. She informs him firmly, gingerly grasping his hands and gently lifting them up and away. Almost feeling nauseous, she knows this wasn't a healthy way of dealing with these emotions. "How.." Belzer chokes out, "how can they forgive me? I treated them all badly. They're my children-" A small sob racks his body.

"I know Belzer." Helley comforts him, "but you've learnt your mistakes. And you're dealing with them, regrowing your relationship with your kids." Belzer is quiet for a long moment and Helley worries she had accidently upset him even more. But what happened next was even more alarming- Belzer slumped forward head colliding onto her shoulder. Helley's eyes widen briefly, well- she wasn't expecting this. But she experimentally rested her hand along his arm comfortingly. "Wendell hates me."

"He might- or might not. But the best thing you can do Belzer is to keep rebuilding your relationship." Helley advises him. Belzer sits in silence for a moment digesting her words. Was he being a good father by finally letting Wendell and Wild build their Faire? He assumed so. He'd already seen the design- and it was wonderful. He couldn't have been prouder. "And even if he does hate you currently, it won't last." Helley, of course. Couldn't speak for him, but she was there. When Belzer conversed with his two sons about their project. They looked so happy. But even she knew just because he was letting them build Dream Faire now- wouldn't throw away the other things that had happened between the family of demons. It was a step forward though and that was a sign- of a healthier, and better relationship growing in the near future. Belzer doesn't say anything for a good minute. The guilt he was still feeling was overwhelming. All of those of being a bad parent just came back suddenly haunt him. If he had been better. Would his older children still run off to the Living? Would they not of hated him? Would Wendell not resent him? "Belzer." Helley starts a note of unsureness evident in her voice, "how long have you been feeling this? This guilt?" She wanted to know, she had seen a case of self-guilt before, and it was never pretty. "Years." He replied honestly before sitting upright, glancing at Helley with the most miserable expression she had ever seen on the demonic Overlord's face. "Always told myself- I shouldn't feel these emotions."

Helley's eyebrows form into a puzzled frown. "How come? Is it because you're a demon and a ruler?" Belzer gives a small chuckle- but Helley's smart enough to know it isn't from humor. "Clearly. You don't see the old Scratch crying and blubbering." He tells her brusquely. Helley holds his gaze, reaching for his hand gingerly and squeezing it comfortingly. "Belzer, all these negative emotions have been left to boil up and fester. You..." Her eyes drift down discreetly to his arms, "you aren't dealing with these emotions the way you should be." "But I shouldn't be!-" Belzer rages abruptly, lips curled back to reveal his sharp teeth. Grip tightening so much- Helley worries he'll snap her wrist clean off, but she doesn't so much as wince. "You're allowed to feel, and if it hurts. It's okay."

Belzer's eyes soften at that, regarding her for a long moment in silence. Before unshed tears start to emerge, slanting forward and resting his chin on her shoulder in some sort of variation of a hug.

"Hey, it's alright." Helley consoles him, raising her arms and reluctantly hugging him as he softly sobs. She was never used to physical touch- but now? She didn't care, not now at least. And each cry of distress makes her increase her embrace tightly, she just wants him to be alright. He's not loud, but it doesn't have to be for Helley to hear the outright anguish. Helley always found it ironic, how herself befriended a demon. But she'd be damned, if he wasn't the best friend, she always wanted in her childhood life.

After a while the stifled sobs comes to a stop. And for Belzer it feels like a heavy weight had been lifted. Was this all he needed? To talk to someone, to vent? Helley remains hugging him, until he gradually pulls away in his own time. His eyes are red and puffy. But despite that he looks considerably calmer. "I'm sorry you had to see all that."

Helley keeps her grim firm and reassuring on his hand. "Don't. Don't apologize ever for venting out all your emotions." She informs him sternly, her gaze so gentle and soothing. "I just want to be a good parent." Belzer shrugs his shoulders limply. And Helley nods her head knowingly. "Belzer, you're already starting to become a better parent." Helley reminds him, "and only you can mend your relationship with Wendell and Wild and the others. It'll be hard at first, but as time goes on. It'll be easier, you just have to keep pushing on and trying." Belzer's eyes flicker down and Helley knows she heard him. "I'll do my best." There's a newfound determination in his eyes. A nervous one, but it's there. He just had to keep on trying, if this is what he had to do? Then he'd do it over 100 times. Helley's lips curve into a bright smile. "Want to finish the film?" She asks him tenderly and nestles back into the couch. Remote pointed at the TV.

Belzer perks up at that and nods his head, a small grin visible on his face. The room once more filled with noise from the movie. Helley looks at Belzer mentally. And the only thing she sees is a broken father who hasn't dealt with his emotions in the healthiest way. But she knows that doesn't excuse the abuse he inflicted on his own children. But she admires the fact he saw and realized his wrongdoings. And he was working on being a better parent. He wasn't all bad. He had a long road to trek, decidedly so. But she would be there to offer him guidance and help. Buffalo Belzer, I wish you could see how much good you're already doing. You should be proud that you have changed your ways. Doing and changing more- than my own mother could. She absentmindedly lets her head slouch to the side, cheek resting on his arm. Eyes glued to the TV screen; this was nice. Helley would always be here for him, for Raul- for the demon brothers and especially Kat. They were all like family to her, it always made her a bit emotional. But she felt great happiness each time she was helping someone close to her. She believed in Belzer. He could do it.

[gratisdiamanten]

17,34

Send me a weird writing ask!

Going to do 34 first, because 17 is gonna get partially thrown under a cut (apologies for being a complete and total freakazoid "invisible to users with no account" "wiped from search results" blog):

34. Thoughts on the Oxford comma, Go:

In casual and academic writing, necessary. In prosey writing, I really only put a comma where it fits the kind of pause I want to convey. So in stream-of-consciousness type writing, you might see commas missing where they grammatically should be, and in places where they normally aren't!

17. Talk to me about the minutiae of your current WIP. Tell me about the lore, the history, the detail, the things that won’t make it in the text.

I can't do this in a reasonable length of post... and I think I have like 3 active WIPs. But I will take this opportunity to talk about one of like, my dark-dark fics "Go in Fear of the Sun" which spawned off the idea of like. Missing-person cases I read where the family suspected foul play but the police closed it as suicide because of mental health history. Anyway, TW for all kinds of insane bad shit, CSA/SA, SH, suicide, murder, depression, I don't know:

Daniel and Max live on the outskirts of Buffalo, NY, and it's like, mid-late 2000s. Max is a auto mechanic in his early 20s, Daniel is a diner manager, about 30, subbing in for waitstaff because they don't have enough workers. Max gets his lunch there like clockwork, every day, nothing changing, not curious to try anything else.

Daniel flirts with him a little, Max's weird but seems harmless, severe looking face but big soft eyes. Gets Max to try a new dish (which he hates, and then tips Daniel anyway, which he barely has the money to do). Daniel likes him. They talk often. They go to each others apartments, they're friends, Max plays Madden 04 on his PS2 and explains play strategy to Daniel, whose knowledge of football is limited to Fuck The Patriots, But Also The Dolphins Especially. Max is a sweet guy. He shouts at his games and then his face goes soft, he doesn't throw anything. Sometimes his head falls back onto Daniel's knee from where he sits on the floor. Max has pretty hands that are often still black under the nails. They send good morning good night texts.

Daniel is falling in love with him. It scares the shit out of him. And he's increasingly getting this gnawing sense that Max has issues he won't discuss. He rarely talks about his family, except for his sister, who looks like him if Max were round-faced (and he thinks Max looks better the way he does, strong brow and wide cheekbones sloping into a soft pout. I mean, wow, what a contrast). Even of her, he only has a few photos with him, although he looks at them often. His arms, when his long sleeves ride up, are streaked with old chalky marks, pink lines. Brown stitchy scabs, some of them fresh of them enough to have those spots of red-yellow ooze. It feels freaky. He remembers kids like this, in high school. They ended up in the psych ward. Freaky.

Some days, Max is very quiet. He has dark circles under his eyes, and while Daniel feels he always looks like that, bruisey and like everything's been drained out of a tap at the base of his spine, it looks wrong on Max. Max should be bright faced and flushed. Other times, he's frightened. He never wants to talk about it much, but he manages a short "my dad" that he fails to elaborate on. Daniel worries. But these times pass, even if overall they increase in frequency. Max says once his father keeps getting in his business. He says once that his father is a fucking creep. But he almost always softens his tone by the next day about it. Daniel tries to check in with him when it's bad, bookended by, rise and shine Max, sweet dreams, Max a million.

Despite all this, they're getting closer. Max is gentle, they cook together, watch games together even at the expense of Daniel meeting with his other friends. Daniel feels like he won a million dollars every time he draws a bright and real smile, wrenched from place hidden safe inside Max. He feels like he's doing something right. He listens to Max's detailed lectures on trick plays, on the value of a good rushing game. Daniel cooks him his breakfasts at home, even earlier, before he leaves. Walks over extra early just to do it for him. One day, they spend the weekend snowed in, as so often happens. It's good. It's fun. They drink a lot.

In spring, really, more late May or so, Max and him sleep together, and it's so good. Daniel's never had sex that good, most detached little bathroom fumbles in bars. Never felt like going steady, like his dad called it especially if going steady meant a nice girl. But he feels like it, with him. It's crazy, they go the whole night. He's so in love. He loves Max all over. He doesn't see a thing wrong with him except for his unhappiness, which his whole body aches to help soothe. He can't, though, because this all runs so deep. Daniel doesn't know, and even if he did. A sweet boyfriend can only do so much. They still make plans to go for drinks, properly, as a date-date, the next Friday.

Wednesday, Max doesn't come in for breakfast.

He might just be sick, but he always texts Daniel. On his break, he goes down the street to the garage where Max works, and asks if he's been in or called. Neither. So he goes to Max's apartment. He knocks and knocks to no response. And when he tries the door, it opens.

Nothing wrong inside except for the dinner that hasn't been cleared away, or the chair tipped over.

On the grounds of a hospital stay a year before, the police suspect suicide. Despite Daniel's cold cold dread and suspicion of his father, they say his alibi checks out, out for dinner with his wife.

They don't find anything. And years pass like this.

[power-chords]

Some good villain monologues, off the top of my head:

John Milton's at the end of The Devil's Advocate, which I just posted because I think about it at least once a week

"You know what you look like to me, with your good bag and your cheap shoes?" Duh.

Joaquin Phoenix as Bruno at the end of The Immigrant set my heart on fire, tore it out, and then stomped it into little tiny pieces

"Don't you get it, you prick? You got a home, car, businesses, family. And l own the paper on your whole fuckin' life." My blood ran cold during Leo's speech when I watched Thief for the first time

NOW IS THE WINTER OF OUR DISCONTENT

We are cursed men, Miss Turner, etc

Teach in American Buffalo: "FUCKIN' RUTHIE, FUCKIN' RUTHIE, FUCKIN' RUTHIE. FUCKIN' RUTHIE! FUCKIN' RUTHIE." Into the whole story about the diner.

Mayor Superba at the end of The Minutes, played by Tracy Letts. Holy shit.

You think I'd let him destroy me and end up happier than ever? NO FUCKING WAY

The one Richard Gere's character gives at the end of Internal Affairs is insane

Various Star Wars villains go without saying

[razorsadness]

The siren speeds by my morning window, makes me, half asleep, think it’s racing to Jersey to rescue Ted when I remember building maintenance had already been called, found him dead a week ago and he’s going to be dead from now on. The last time I sat with him in a diner was early March, before Covid hit, after the usual Sunday Parkside afternoon reading. One feature was solid, the other sucked. Ted tried a new one that cracked the audience up and I liked how my new one sounded coming out of my mouth. Ted’s talking to the waitress. She’s maybe 25, Hispanic, with a hint of attitude spicing her words. He orders a turkey burger all the time, asks if they got sweet potato fries even though he knows they do to keep her nearby. I’m deciding between eggs up over corned beef hash or a turkey club with fries, a black and white shake to help it go down. Ted, a germ-a-phobe, washes his hands. A bit of a slob, I don’t.

We agree about the reading. Francine read two strong ones and it’s always good to hear a new one from Puma with or without music. We both wanted to assassinate the political ranter, ignored the guy who rhymed. We wanted someone to gong the woman whose introduction lasted twice as long as her harmless poem and the kid scrolling the poem he finished as the F pulled into Delancey Street needed to reconsider the sanctity of the first draft. “Suite: Judy Blue Eyes” filters through the sound system and Ted calls the waitress over, asks nicely if she could please change the channel, that this song makes him sick to his stomach. The waitress walks away shaking her head, smiling, while he tells me how he can’t stand fucking Stills, re-tells his story about the night him and his friends threw snowballs at Buffalo Springfield after a show and how the Buffalos chased them down the street until they reached their apartment building safely. Tough Bronx boys my ass I laugh, tell him Steven was a better songwriter than Neil back then. I stop talking, sing along to the dododot ending while he hoped his snowball missed Young, hit Stills. Baseball’s next. Alonso or Judge, deGrom, Cole. Though I know Jacob is the best pitcher on the planet I pump up Cole because it’s more fun to argue and it cracks me up to see Ted agitated, loud. He gets up to hit the bathroom before his trip to Jersey. I hold it in, prefer my home bowl.

We should have talked about suicide. Optimistic me against Ted’s darkness. The idea of control, dignity, the freeing from hopelessness and constant suffering, peace at last, finally, versus everybody dies, why help it out and hurry it along, the finality, the no-going-back of it, just tough your way through like we always do, holding onto the little things that lift us momentarily and if you get to a point you’re thinking about it, say something. I’ll Uber to Jersey, beat you with a stick ball bat, knock some sense into your cement-hard head, alright?

It’s March, 70 degrees, Covid’s loosening its grip. Go for a brisk walk, lift your hands out of pockets. Women and girls parade Avenues looking more wonderful than ever after all this covering up, isolation. It’s time to get out of Jersey, head to Brighton Beach, that apartment you talked about. Sit on the boardwalk. Smell the ocean, hang out with Al Gal, down a few cold ones. Opening Day is three weeks away, the Mets are certain contenders, even the Knicks are watchable. Ted, you dumb fuck, where are you? There are poems only you could write, people who want to read them. I just finished a new one. I want to email it to you. I am waiting for you to tear it apart or love it a lot.

—Tony Gloeggler, “Aftermath” (Rattle #73, Fall 2021)

[newenglandsept2023]

Day 10, Thursday, Sept 14: Buffalo, NY, to Border to Fort Erie, Welland, Winona, Stoney Creek, and Toronto, Ontario. 216 kms.

I wake up early in Amherst. I'll be crossing the border today and want to miss traffic. I'll also be revisiting my old haunts where I grew up - the Niagara Fruit Belt and Escarpment areas, Winona, and Stoney Creek. When it comes to big city lights, I was a late bloomer.

To start, the town of Amherst is not high-end, but it's clean and pretty and perched on the east side of Buffalo, so I'll be riding through Buffalo to get to the border..

Buffalo is actually the 6th largest city in NY. In 1825, after its harbor was improved, Buffalo was selected as the terminus of the Erie Canal, which led to its incorporation in 1832. The canal stimulated its growth as the primary inland port between the Great Lakes and the Atlantic Ocean. Transshipment made Buffalo the world's largest grain port of that era. After the coming of railroads greatly reduced the canal's importance, the city became the second-largest railway hub (after Chicago). During the mid-19th century, Buffalo transitioned to manufacturing, which came to be dominated by steel production. Later, deindustrialization and the opening of the St. Lawrence Seaway saw the city's economy decline and diversify. It developed its service industries, such as health care, retail, tourism, logistics, and education,

I'm soon at the border where crossing is uneventful other than border crossings, and toll booths in general being a huge pain in the neck when you're on a motorcycle. There is just far too much fiddling with gloves, helmets, and pockets, all while holding up the bike.

Once across, I veer away from the QEW and head for Fort Erie, Welland, and Smithville along the top of the escarpment. It's pretty farm country made doubly familiar and comfortable by virtue of both having grown up here and being back in my own country.

It's been over a week since I treated myself to a real breakfast, so I stop in Welland for bacon and eggs. One of my favourite parts of these trips is bad breakfasts in small town diners.

I push on across the escarpment past Smithville and Grimsby to Winona. The view of Lake Ontario from the top of McNeilly Road, where I grew up, is a lot more built up than I grew up with, but still undeniably impressive.

I descend McNeilly Rd to Lacoma Drive at the foot of the escarpment where my parents and grandparents had a small fruit and vegetable farm. The "co" in "Lacoma Drive" comes from Cook. I grew up surrounded by apples, grapes, peaches, cherries, corn, raspberries, strawberries, plums, and greenhouses full of fresh tomatoes.

Not surprisingly, it's all gone now, replaced by corn, soy beans, and houses. What is a big surprise is my grandparents' house. It has been torn down and is being replaced by a monster home, whose owner I suppose wanted that Niagara Escarpment backdrop and Lake Ontario view.

I've seen enough. I press on to Mountview Gardens to visit my parents. Sighhh, as I've been aptly reminded today, time and tide wait for no one.

I have a quiet chat with my mom and dad and then climb back on my bike. It's been a pensive day, and it's time to start mentally preparing for Toronto traffic and to go home.

[cathygeha]

REVIEW

Vegan Fast Food by Brian Watson

Copycat Burgers, Tacos, Fried Chicken, Pizza, Milkshakes, and More!

 Feasting on the photos was a delight and made me drool…would love to have picked up a burger ready to eat right from one of those pages but instead hope to make one at home in the future, if I can find the ingredients here in Lebanon.

 What I liked:

* The gorgeous photos with every recipe

* Concise recipes that are easy to follow

* The ingredients are probably easy to find in the West and sources and products are recommended

* Reading about variations on how to grill the burgers

* That there was one bean burger I can probably find the ingredients for locally

* That there were alternatives offered for basic “not-meat” ingredient

* Safety tips

* Kitchen tools, tips, and suggestions

* How closely the vegan recipes resembled the real fast foods

* Recipes I’d like to try: rice paper bacon, vegan Ranch Dressing Recipe and other condiments, actually… a lot of them!

* Kind of wondered about the nutritional information on the recipes but perhaps it is better NOT to know ;)

* The variety of recipes provided

 What I didn’t like:

* That many of the recipes are ones I probably cannot make locally as many ingredients are not available in Lebanon and if they are, they are prohibitively expensive due to the current local economy.

 Did I like this book? Yes

Would I give it as a gift to someone? Yes

 Thank you to NetGalley and Quarto Books for the ARC – This is my honest review.

 5 Stars

      BLURB

 Forget the drive-through, in Vegan Fast Food you’ll find mouthwatering junk food and comfort food classics, minus the meat and dairy. Whether you’re a brand-new vegan missing buffalo wings or a longtime vegan tired of the limited vegan options when eating out, Brian Watson, aka Thee Burger Dude, has been there. In fact, few food bloggers have thought more about what textures, tastes, and special sauces make iconic dishes so addictive. In this book, he takes you on a tour through national chain favorites, regional cult classics, and even a few nostalgic dishes perfect for parties, potlucks, or any Saturday night. Recipes include: Nationwide Burgers and Fries: Brian made his name on recreations of iconic burgers. In this chapter, he shares his obsessively researched, version 2.0 editions for nationwide icons and debuts a ton of new recipes as well. Fried Chicken, Wings, and Nuggets: Multiple styles of plant-based fried chicken are covered, including Brian’s YouTube sensation oyster mushroom fried chicken. Beyond the Bun: Craveable Mexican, Asian, and fast-casual recipes that are every bit as good as the original meaty or cheesy versions range from delivery-like pizza and kung pao to gorditas, burrito bowls, and meatball subs. The Most Important Meal of the Day: Breakfast for dinner? Hangover brunch? No matter the mission, this chapter packs the vegan biscuits and gravy, breakfast burritos, diner-style pancakes, and the French toast sticks to make it happen. With a basics chapter that sets you up with homemade burgers, fried chicken, and all the essential condiments, you’re sure to find whatever you’re craving!

[dialnoisenow]

Diner episode was everything I hoped it would be.

However, John was in a mental hospital in Buffalo. In the comics, he's in Arkham. Which, I can accept that Arkham is in or around Buffalo. Queen city makes sense, it could easily be Gotham.

But a bit about Buffalo diners, even if that diner wasnt necessarily in the city proper, all Buffalo diners are Greek and have like at least 3 pages of menu.

That diner was not.

I got more of a southern tier New York vibe on that diner.

[aurora-australis-tumbles]

3, 9 and 22 please :)

Of course! Except I just did #3 for another prompt, so I hope you don't mind that I just did #9 (gas station) and #22 (ghost town). I also hope you don't mind the dubious honor of receiving one of my dialogue only ficlets. 🤞 😂 Enjoy, friend!

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“Are you ready to admit defeat yet?”

“Not at all, Jack. I'm sure someone will be along any moment. I'll just ring the bell again and — ”

“No they won't, Miss Fisher. No one is coming. This is a ghost town, emphasis on the ghost. No one is coming to the diner, or the hotel, or this gas station anytime soon. Or at all.”

“Well not with that attitude, Jack.”

“Phryne...”

"Oh alright, fine. Yes, this is a ghost town. Yes, we're lost. Yes, I clearly should have taken a better look at the map this morning. Are you happy now?”

“Of course, Miss Fisher. I’m always happy.”

“And why is that, then?”

“Well I'm still with you, aren't I?”

“...”

“...”

“Sap.”

“Always.”

“Still. I feel terrible, Jack. This was supposed to be your big adventure in the American West! Zane Grey come to life. Your chance to say 'yee haw' with abandon! But it appears we've rather dramatically switched genres.”

“Oh I don’t know about that; the ghost might be a cowboy.”

“Then it’s a good thing I have my badge, isn’t it?”

“You brought it?”

“Of course, darling, I never leave home without it.”

“Miss Fisher, I am so very glad I waited for you. I can’t imagine Buffalo Bill would be nearly as much fun.”

“Damn right. Now hop back in the car, Jack, and I’ll show you how much fun you can really have in an empty town.”

“Something tells me we’re about to traumatize a ghost.”

“Nonsense darling — just think of it as switching genres again.”

“Romance novel?”

“Banned book.”

“...”

“...”

“Yee haw, Miss Fisher, yee haw.”

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September Prompts 🌻

[one-more-offbeat-anthem]

roadside picnic

The sticky Formica of a diner booth’s table is worse on a hot day like today, so they opt for getting their burgers to go and driving about half an hour down the road.

Dean pulls over at the first rest stop they see, just off of I-25, and he sets up shop at a picnic table while Cas goes to steal some paper towels from the bathroom--someone (Dean) forgot to get napkins.

By the time Cas gets back to their table with a stack of paper towels, Dean is already a quarter of the way into his burger. He sets it down and gladly takes a paper towel to wipe his mouth before saying, “We keep going after this, we should hit Buffalo by nightfall, and tomorrow we can just jump on I-90, easy.”

“Mmm,” Cas says noncommittally, picking up his own burger. He himself pays less attention to the road and more to the books they’ve brought with them--he’s still not sure if Dean is correct in saying that there’s a rugaru waiting for them on the outskirts of Seattle.

Dean tangles their feet under the table and they eat in comfortable silence, listening to the slight breeze ruffling the trees and the rush of cars on the interstate. In another time, they probably would have eaten on the road, Dean’s foot bouncing on the gas pedal, going at least ten over the speed limit, but they’re getting older.

(Cas, especially. That’s a new one.)

“After we take care of the rugaru--”

“Or whatever it is,” Cas interjects.

Dean rolls his eyes. “Yeah, yeah, okay. After we take care of ‘whatever it is,’ let’s take a trip down the west coast. Just to see what we can see.”

Cas doesn’t appreciate Dean’s mocking air quotes, but he does appreciate Dean, so he grants him a smile. “That sounds nice.”

“Could go to the beach,” Dean adds. “Warm sand, one of those silly cocktails with the umbrella in it, and--”

“Turtles,” Cas says. “All kinds of wildlife.”

"Absolutely. You done with that burger?”

Cas nods, reaches across the table for Dean’s burger wrapper and crumples it along with his own before trying to lob them into the trashcan and missing by a solid foot. 

After he’s actually thrown away their trash and they’ve taken a trip to the (grimy, but Cas has seen worse, and so has Dean) rest stop bathroom, they’re back on the road. Cas decides to abandon his research for a little while, content to slide across the bench seat and rest his head on Dean’s shoulder. 

With the quiet undercurrent of the engine and Zepp playing softly on the radio, Cas drifts off and doesn’t wake until they pull into Buffalo, just as the sun is setting. The dying rays glint off the buildings, bathing the streets in soft light, and for a moment, Cas wonders if he’s suddenly become an angel again, but no--this is just what the world is like.

And it just so happens to be a lovely place.

[wish-that-i-was-buckys-girl]

Hey! I just discovered your blog and I was wondering if you'd be okay doing a Lance tucker x reader where they get in an argument but it has a fluffy ending where they're closer than they were before? Maybe they confess their feelings to each other? I totally understand if you're not able or comfortable to write this.

Merry Christmas! 🎄🤶🎅🌲🎁

Authors Notes: Hey! I hope this is something similar to what you were looking for. They’re expressing their feelings in some way, just maybe not the way you’d think. I hope you like it!

Lance Tucker x Reader

Warnings: Arguing, swearing, insinuation of possible cheating, and some downright shitty friends.

Word Count: 3K

Trouble in Paradise

(Not my gif)

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It was New Year’s Eve. The year had been stressful to say the least but even worse, Lance’s buddies were coming over for a party. It’s not that you didn’t like his friends. Well, it was that. You didn’t like them. Ever since you and Lance got together three years ago, they have done nothing but try to convince him to date hotter women. “Date” being a loose term.

Overheard conversations during football games and dart/pool games and the basement went something like this.

“Oh, come on Lance you saw the chicks you used to pull. They were smokin’. Why don’t you just live again? Or better yet, you don’t even have to break up with her! Just, you know, tell her you got competitions and when she doesn’t suspect it, book a couple hotel rooms. What’s the harm?”

“Lance, buddy, I hate to be the bearer of bad news, but you don’t exactly have a trophy wife. Aren’t you the one with the gold medal? Shouldn’t you be looking for a gold medal wife instead of a bronze one?”

“I like her Lance, I really do, but remember that Victoria’s Secret model you hooked up with regularly like 5 years ago? What was her name... uh... Serenity! Yeah, why don’t you give her a call. You guys seemed to really click.”

The worst part of it all was they never really got to know you. They brushed past you while you cooked some food for them in the kitchen. You and Lance took turns cooking but somehow you always found that you were cooking when his friends were coming over. You had never really put much thought into it, until tonight.

“Honey! I’m home from the gym!”

You were making taco dip, guacamole, homemade Mac and cheese, and Buffalo chicken dip for the big party. You ordered pizzas, subs, and other sides to top it off. You never knew how much 8 men could eat, until you started cooking for 8 men.

Lance came up behind you and gave you a sweet kiss on the cheek as he wrapped his arms around your waist. “How’s my pretty girl doing?”

“Fine, I guess.”

You both knew you weren’t fine.

Lance sighs loudly. “Angel, what is wrong? You know I just want to help you.”

“We can talk about it later. Right now, I just want to get in my cooking zone and not think about anything.”

Lance puts his hands on his hips and stares at you authoritatively.

“Well, I’m gonna go quick grab a shower and come back down to help you finish cooking before the boys come.”

“Sounds good” you said with a half-smile. You were dreading tonight.

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True to his word, Lance came down and helped you finish cooking the rest of the food. It remained quiet for most of the time you spent together. Lance could feel the tension in the air but didn’t want to ask again if anything was wrong before the party. It was New Year’s Eve, he was supposed to be celebrating with his friends, not trying to start a fight with you.

You were infuriated Lance didn’t bother to ask you why you were so upset. You always felt second to his friends, why is that? The first year you were dating it wasn’t like that. You were the center of attention in all regards, you didn’t want to be, but he treated you like the only girl in the world. Now?

“Hey babe I’m going out with the guys I’ll see you tomorrow.” You knew full well he would drunkenly slip under the covers at 3AM. Why was he out so late? What was he doing?

“Sweetheart the guys are coming over to play pool do you mind ordering us some pizzas?” Why couldn’t he do it himself?

You really did not mind that Lance had friends. You encouraged him to hang out with them even though they said horrible things about you, but enough was enough. There’s hanging out with your friends, and there’s being with your friends 24/7, leaving your girlfriend to stay home and watch movies by herself.

After you finished cooking you went upstairs to the bedroom to watch a movie. By yourself.

Surprise, surprise.

You heard the front door open for the first time tonight. You wondered if any of the guys would bring over their girlfriends or “hot dates.” You didn’t know if that would relieve your stress or infuriate you even more. If they did bring someone, they wouldn’t be so focused on it being a “boys’ night.” However, if they did bring someone, why couldn’t you come downstairs to hang out with them?

You heard a slap of hands exchanged and what you assumed to be a half hug after it.

The men continued to pile in around 8PM. Some of them brought a date, but others didn’t. However, you noticed one of the guys brought two girls. Why would he do that?

You decided to put on some nice clothes to go downstairs. Other men were bringing their dates, and this was your house. You deserve to celebrate too.

You worked your way down to the basement, wanting to spend time with your definitely above average looking boyfriend. You were so happy to call him yours, even though he frustrated you to no end sometimes. From what you overhear, he never sticks up for you.

You strutted over him and placed your hand on his back gently. He quickly turns around, angry almost and begins to say something “I told you I don’t want.... oh, hi baby.”

You looked at him confused. What was that about?

“Hi... what’s uh, what’s going on?”

“Oh nothin’. Just Evan and I got into it earlier about something and I thought he was coming to bother me about it again. But then I turn around to see your pretty face and that doesn’t even matter.”

He brings you in for a tight hug and rests his chin on your head. You loved him. You loved him so much.

Out of nowhere Evan comes up behind you, noticeably drunk, the scent of liquor oozing off of him. There’s a girl attached to his right arm. She’s tall, slender, and blonde. You thought she was too attractive for Evan, until he started to speak.

“Lance, meet my girl Lindsay here. She’s really interested in you and wants to talk to you about your gold medal.”

You can’t say this never happened. You were used to women throwing themselves at Lance. You were always so proud to call Lance yours, but other women wanted that opportunity as well. It got so bad to the point where women would send random lewd photos to his work email to gain his attention. It never worked thank god. Every time you saw pictures like that you got suspicious, but every message read “don’t you want to see what you’re missing out on?” or something to that degree. Lance was always patient and kind with you about it, knowing you were easily frustrated and cautious of him because you knew what he was like before. However, you knew he wouldn’t cheat on you, and he always has an explanation if he thought you were ever worried.

“Excuse me?” You said looking at Evan.

“Come on Y/N. Let the man have a little fun.” Evan retorted.

“This isn’t letting him have ‘a little fun.’ Letting him have ‘a little fun’ is hosting this party, not you trying to actively encourage him to cheat on me, right in front of me no less.”

Lindsay sneers at you. “Who are you? Get in line sister. Evan told me I would get to talk to him.”

You raise your eyebrows in disbelief.

“I don’t know if I have to spell it out for you, if you can even spell, but I’m his girlfriend.”

“Y/N come on baby it’s not that big of a deal. She just wants to talk to me about my gold medal that’s all.”

“The gold medal you won in the Olympics or the one tattooed around your dick Lance?”

“I’ll only talk to her about the one I won in the Olympics and you know that.”

You had had it. You were so incredibly tired of Lance never sticking up for you when it came to situations like this. You never threw a fit when his friends would make stupid remarks, but this was the last straw.

“I don’t care anymore Lance! Talk to her about your dick tattoo. Hell, let her even see your dick tattoo close up while she’s sucking you off. I’m done.”

Without giving him a second glance. you turned on your heel and walked upstairs to grab your car keys.

Lance sprinted up the stairs after you, shouting your name. You didn’t care. You ran to the garage and hit the button to open the door. Lance thought you went to your room, so he sprinted to the third floor thinking you were there. He finally realized you were actually leaving when he heard the start of your car. He saw you back out of the driveway like a bat out of hell, and all he could do was watch from the window.

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You drove to the nearest diner, hoping they would be open even though it was New Year’s Eve. Thankfully, they were. You always comforted yourself with food when shit like this happened. Who doesn’t love food? You can’t say that entirely though. You also tended to starve yourself in situations like this as well. Neither coping mechanism was healthy, but it got you through it.

You ordered a breakfast meal, quickly glancing at your phone to see if anyone had texted you.

24 missed calls from Lance❤️🥇

You knew he was worried about you, but you weren’t ready to call him back yet. You knew he couldn’t come searching for you either, all of his friends still being inside, waiting for the ball to drop. This was going to be the first year you and Lance wouldn’t kiss at midnight, all because of his stupid friends who hate you for no reason.

You ate your meal as you saw Ryan Seacrest introduce one artist after another on the television.

The clock was nearing midnight. You didn’t seem to care. You contemplated going to your friend’s house, knowing they would gladly accept you and support you, especially when they knew how much of an ass Lance’s friends could be. You decided against it, not wanting to bother anyone.

You glanced at your phone again.

28 missed calls from Lance❤️🥇

Not only that, but it had looked like he texted you as well.

“Where are you going???”

“Y/N???”

“Baby come back here please I’m very upset and I want to talk”

“Baby please come back and talk to me.”

And about 15 other messages similar to those.

You were heartbroken. You wanted to go home, but you knew you needed to stand your ground.

As the many thousands of people in NYC count down to the New Year you sat and ate your bacon and pancakes.

Lance saw all of his buddies laughing and having a good time. He couldn’t have a good time until he knew you were safe and that he would have everything fixed. He knew he fucked up big time, but he thought you were overreacting to the extreme. Was it really that bad you needed to leave right away?

His annoyance throughout the night grew as Lindsay began to pester him about his interests.

“Lindsay, I don’t know how to tell you this in a nice way, so I won’t. I have a girlfriend. She’s the sexiest, smartest, and sweetest woman on this planet, and that’s all that matters to me. Now please, go bother Johnny or somethin’.”

Lindsay didn’t like that. So much so, she dumped her whole glass of whiskey on his brand-new Nike shoes. He didn’t care she was upset. All he cared about was you.

Evan came back up to Lance for the last time of the night.

“Heyyuh pal. I didn’t mean to make your lady run out on ya.”

“But you did Evan. You fucking idiot, you stupid fucking fucker. You ruined this night for not only me, but my girl who is probably out sobbing to her friends about how much of a shit boyfriend I am. And you know what? I don’t blame her. I deserve it.”

“C’mon man don’t be so *burp* hard on yourself. Hey, at least you can go have fun with Lindsay eh?” He says while wiggling his eyebrows.

Lance was fuming. “Evan if you don’t get the fuck out of my face, I’m going to floor you in about 6 seconds.”

Evan held up his hands and backed away, finally getting the hint he was becoming a nuisance to not only Lance, but the party itself.

He listened to all of his friends count down to the new year in a drunken haze. He slouched over the home bar, drinking himself into a stupor with his seventh gin and tonic. He didn’t care about any of the calories he was consuming. He didn’t care about anything. He knew he wouldn’t have his Angel to hold and kiss into the new year. He wanted nothing more for this night to just end.

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You snuck back into the house around 4AM, hoping Lance wasn’t awake. You drove around for hours after the ball dropped, the diner closing at 1AM anyways. You listened to 80’s music, calming yourself down. Music always helped you meditate.

As you slowly closed the door you saw Lance sitting miserably in his recliner. He was no longer drunk. Just incredibly depressed.

He turned to look at the door, hoping that the door opening and closing wasn’t just some sleep induced hallucination. As soon as he realized it was you, he jolted up and ran to give you a hug. You stuck your arm out before he could reach you.

He looked devastated.

“I want to talk Lance. I-”

“No, no I fucked up. Let me do this. I have been shit. I have been absolute and utter fucking garbage to you when it comes to my friends. I let them talk to me like I’m still a bachelor. I know you overhear the things they say, and it hurts you. And I let them do that. I don’t know why. I have no reason. It was so fucking stupid of me. You have to know I don’t want any other woman on this planet. You’re my day and my night. I would be lost in this depressing ass place of a world if it wasn’t for you my sweet Angel. My beacon of light.” He stopped his rant briefly to cup your face and stare into your eyes lovingly.

“It all stops here. No more stupid guy shit. You’re my number one and you deserve to be treated that way. If any of my friends continues to disrespect my baby, they’re out. I don’t care who they are and how long they’ve been around. You’re my baby. You’re the only thing that matters.

It felt like a weight had just been lifted off of your chest. You loved him. You really did.

He pulled you in for the tightest hug that he could have possibly ever given. He kisses the top of your forehead for what seems like a hundred times.

You look up to him while he’s still embracing you.

“I like Johnny. Johnny can stay.” You say with a smile.

“Keeping Storm it is, got it.” He returned with a smile.

A lightbulb goes on in Lance’s head. “Oh! Come here, come here, come here. I saved this for you.”

You follow him into the living room, your hand wrapped in his. He flicks through the TV menu, clicking to find the recording from earlier.

It was the ball drop.

“I recorded this for us. I didn’t want to miss kissing my baby into the new year.” He said with a smile.

“Lance Tucker, you are the sweetest man alive, do you know that?”

“C’mon, you know I’m still an asshole. I just have my moments.” He says with an eyeroll.

You slapped his chest playfully as you both slightly laughed.

As the seconds ticked down to midnight for the second time of the night, Lance stared into your eyes with the most love you have ever felt from a person.

“10!”

“Where did you even go anyways?”

“9!”

“Our spot.”

“8!”

I’m gonna take you on the best date there ever was. Just you wait.”

“7!”

“I’ll be counting on that Tucker. A promise is a promise.”

“6!”

“I’m really good at keeping promises.”

“5!”

“Oh really? Just like that time you promised to give me a castle made out of gold?”

“4!”

“You’re still getting that y’know.”

“3!”

“What other promises have you kept huh?”

“2!”

“I promised to love you forever. And I always will.”

“1!”

“I love you too, Lance.”

“HAPPY NEW YEAR!”

He kissed you with a ferocity you didn’t know existed. He took your bottom lip into his mouth and held it there for what seemed like forever. Forever was okay though, as long as you were with him.

Lance finally broke the kiss, pulling away softly and cupping your face in his left hand. He whispered.

“Check your cardigan pocket.”

You looked confused. He knew you would be. You felt a tiny box in you right hand pocket. It was covered in felt. You slowly pulled it out to see that it was a ring box. You opened it and it had a ring pop inside.

“Ha-ha. Very funny Tuc-”

You looked down to see Lance on one knee. Holding the most beautiful ring you had ever seen in your life.

“I’m going to love you forever, Y/N. Will you marry me?”

You were stunned.

“...Yes.... oh my god, YES!”

He smiled, standing up and wrapping his arms around you as fast as he could.

“I’ll love you forever too, Lance.”

[puckmeupfam]

Sap | Jeff Skinner

Word Count: 2287

Note: My autumnal aesthetic piece that I started in July. Title is based on the fact that this is entirely fluff without plot, and because it takes place in the Northeast with references to maple syrup, cider donuts, and leaf-peeping. 

Zipping your newly packed suitcase and pulling it off the bed, you heard the front door open signaling that Jeff arrived home from practice. It was a rare time when he had the weekend off. No games, no practices after the one he just finished, just free time which he chose to devote to spending with you. The two of you loved going on short trips whenever possible to escape the monotony of work and grocery shopping and Buffalo. Honestly, you could spend the weekend in Lackawanna and be happy as long as you were with Jeff. This particular weekend was special because it was now solidly fall. The temperatures were dropping. The leaves were changing. Swimsuits were being swapped out for sweaters. And golf was being replaced by hockey.

You had spent most of the summer in Markham. Coming from a smaller family, you were always enamored by Jeff’s. At this point, you honestly considered them to be your family, too. You loved talking to Jillian about her time in law school or asking Ben about his hockey career in Germany. It was also hilarious to watch the five siblings tease Jeff about his competitiveness or on-ice gaffs, but he was always a good sport about it and just laughed with bright red cheeks. You knew how much it meant to Jeff when he got to spend time with his family and experience that warmth and joy. The both of you were incredibly lucky that Buffalo isn’t too far away, but with his schedule, the uninterrupted summer was extra special.

As you were lost in your thoughts, you missed Jeff coming up the stairs and into your shared bedroom. His arms wrapped around your waist and his face found its way into the crook of your neck. The action brought an unconscious smile to your face as you leaned back into him.

“Whatcha thinking about?” he asked you, voice muffled against your skin as he lightly swayed. You shrugged in response, “We should probably get Andrea a birthday gift while we’re gone, something nice you know? Show we were thinking about her.” Jeff hummed in response. He rocked the two of you a bit before speaking, “Are you ready to leave?” You took a deep breath, inhaling his cologne. Turning your body to look him in the eye you smiled softly, “Almost,” you whispered, “we should probably get going before they decide they need you to individually kiss each fan.” This elicited a booming laugh from Jeff that you felt throughout your body, “The only person I’m kissing is you.”

After another minute of contentment, you shuffled him away from you to grab some chargers and last-minute necessities. He chuckled as he started pulling your suitcase down to the car, he knew how much you were looking forward to this trip. You had spent the last week researching and talking about all the spots you wanted to visit while you were away. Grabbing your purse and hoisting it over your shoulder you did a last-minute sweep of the house to make sure that everything was unplugged and you weren’t leaving candles lit or stovetops on. After your anxieties were quelled you went outside and joined Jeff in the car. He had already put your B&B into the GPS and he flashed you a large grin which you eagerly matched as he pulled out of the driveway.

This trip the two of you were going to Western Massachusetts. It was about a five and a half hour drive, probably longer since you knew you would be stopping for lunch and every state park that came your way. You synched your phone and started playing music, knowing that you had a playlist with the perfect ambiance. Jeff always teased you for making playlists for every mood, weather pattern, task, or aesthetic that came in your head. But when the soft chords came through the speakers and his fingers started a gentle tap against the steering wheel to the beat, you knew that it was appreciated.

In Buffalo, the weather was just cool enough that the seat warmers got turned on but not yet so cold that you were shivering. You were cruising down the highway, close to crossing city lines. When you glanced over at Jeff he had a small smile, like he wasn’t even thinking about it. Just watching the road with an underlying well of happiness. You took a minute to look at him, to take him in. His smile turned out to be infectious and you knew your face was probably spread with a dopey grin.

“You’re staring,” Jeff said, breaking the silence.

“You didn’t even look over. How would you know?” you complained.

“I could feel your stare,” he responded, looking over at you with a grin that took over his whole face. His statement made you burst out laughing. While the whole thing was funny and, you were sure that he really did get that weird feeling you get when someone’s looking at you, it made you think about how you were always so aware of each other. The two of you could be in a crowd of people at some Sabres bruncheon and someway somehow you could always glance up and see him already looking at you. Or when you would go to some team party, you always had a tendency to reach for each other’s hands at the same time.

“You would stare at you too,” was your response after you had realized that you went a few beats too long just staring into space.

It was Jeff’s turn to laugh, “what does that even mean?”

“It means,” you started, drawing out the word, “that you’re cute and potentially the embodiment of sunshine and everyone would stare at you if they could and I will simply not defend myself further.”

Jeff rolled his eyes at your dramatic tone and faux-seriousness. He swung his arm out over to you, holding it in the air until you grabbed his hand in both of yours. You pulled his hand into your lap and leaned further back into the passenger seat. Turning your head to the side to watch the city escape, your eyes unfocused and your brain turned to elevator music as your temple rested against the window. After a few minutes of contented silence, Jeff’s hand made its way to your thigh and squeezed, drawing your attention.

“Look at the leaves, babe,” he told you. The passing trees were dotted with warm-colored leaves of crimson, tangerine, marigold, and honey. It was absolutely gorgeous and seemed like a sign that your trip was only going to get better. You stared in awe for about a mile before you looked back at Jeff. His eyes flickered from the road to your face and the look he gave you, full of love and peace, made you feel so warm.

“They’re so pretty,” you said softly. You moved your hand to twine your fingers together and you watched his dimples come out in full force as he forced his eyes to stay on the road. After a few moments of contentment, you spoke again, “do you want me to tell you about the plant pigments that make these colors possible?”

Jeff chuckled, but you knew that your joke didn’t ruin the moment or anything else that you might think if you were talking to someone else. Because Jeff knew you, he loved you. He loved your bad jokes, your stories that you’ve already told him multiple times but just like telling again and again, the way you go into lectures to explain things that he had never thought twice about, your urge to talk during movies to comment on the scene or the actor’s personal life. He loved the best parts of you and he loved the worst parts of you. And this moment? Where you feel the light beaming out of your heart. It isn’t the moment. It’s just a moment in a string of hundreds of thousands of moments that you’ll experience with your favorite person.

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After about two hours in the car, you were close to Syracuse and decided to stop for lunch. The two of you decided on a cute, local diner. Jeff parked the car and as you stepped out, you stretched your legs to rid yourself of the wobbly feeling from being in a car too long. The sidewalks were made of a red brick and there was a quiet hustle with people walking their dogs and couples going in and out of shops. The two of you walked side-by-side, but right when you were about to reach the door Jeff stepped ahead to hold it open for you. Stepping through you smiled at him and he followed you in. There seemed to be a typical lunch rush, but the restaurant wasn’t crowded. A waitress pointed you towards a booth and you slumped into it as Jeff sat across from you.

You both ordered coffees before cracking the menu open to see what they had. The pages were lined with different sandwiches, egg dishes, pancakes, and all the typical diner food that you loved. You settled on your order fairly quickly but Jeff scanned the pages until the coffees were brought out and the waitress was asking for your order. Handing her your menu, you explained what you wanted before both of you turned your attention towards your boyfriend.

“Could I have the brownie french toast?”

At that you raised your eyebrows at him incredulously. As the waitress walked away, scribbling your orders down as she went, Jeff looked back at you and laughed at your expression. “Cheat weekend,” was his explanation. He shrugged with an expression on his face like he was being forced to order what was likely the sugariest option on the menu. You threw your hands up to say you weren’t judging. Jeff quickly launched into a story about something Jack did at practice and that filled your wait until the food was brought to your table. Your boyfriend’s eyes widened comically when his food came out. It looked like there had been a blizzard of powdered sugar. It was topped with a whopping pile of whipped cream and a generous amount of rainbow sprinkles, just in case the brownie batter wasn't sweet enough.

Neither of you wasted any time in diving into your food and when you glanced up at Jeff after a few minutes you giggled when you saw that some of that whipped cream had ended up on his nose. You stealthily pulled out your phone to snap a picture of him. Once he heard the click of your camera he looked up at you which reignited your laughter.

“What?” he asked, chuckling lightly with you even without knowing the reason.

Without explaining yourself, you just reached out and swiped the sweet substance off his face before licking it off your finger. His response was just a sharp laugh with rolled eyes, head thrown back a bit at your antics. He knew full well that you were going to tease him for a long time for his choice of ridiculously confectionary lunch. You returned to your food with a shake of your head, but when you turned to take a sip of your coffee you noticed that Jeff had absolutely demolished his plate of french toast and was now trying to collect the remnant of whipped cream with his fork.

“It’s not going to be my fault when you crash from all that sugar,” you told him. He watched you dig your teeth into your lip to try and conceal the smile that was threatening to break through.

“Honestly, (Y/N), I’ve never felt better in my life. The sprinkles fuel me. I think I’ll make this my pre-game meal,” Jeff said with an air of seriousness. Sadly for him, but luckily for you, he had a genetic inability to suppress his smiles. You leaned back in the booth until your head hit the pleather upholstery and kicked your feet up to rest in his lap underneath the table.

“Don’t overwhelm yourself, I’m taking you to the Sugar Shack tomorrow and we’re getting the cider donuts.”

Jeff pulled a shocked and aghast face in response, “How dare you insinuate that I would ever be anything other than thrilled at the very prospect of cider donuts? You know, just because you said that I’m going to get two orders and we’ll see what you say when I eat those and yours too.”

You rolled your eyes so dramatically that you knew, if your mom were there, she would be telling you that they’d get stuck like that. Under the table, you kicked your legs up to rest in Jeff’s lap as he waved his arm to flag down the waitress for the bill. You sat quietly, just watching as he went through the monotony of thanking the waitress and putting his card in the sleeve of the bill. When he looked back at you, he smiled knowing that he caught you staring for the second time that day.

“You ready?” He asked you. A simple question, given that you were on a roadtrip with a predetermined destination. But with the opportunity to just appreciate him and your relationship, without the stress of your schedules or outside influences, it just felt meaningful. There was no one you would rather be with, during the happiest moments of your life or the worst. You felt a little misty with the joy of having him by your side.

“With you? Always.”

Pulling yourself out of the booth, you extended your hand for him to grasp and continued onwards.

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BUFFALO '66- 1998 ⭐⭐⭐⭐⭐

Billy (vincent gallo) was in jail for 5 years for a crime he didnt commit. We find out in a flashback he put $10,000 on the buffalo bills to win the superbowl and didnt have enough money to pay the bookie (played by pre-scarecrow in a nice cameo role). So in exchange for the money owed he admits to a crime he didnt commit to free the bookies friend. While in jail he hears that the buffalo player that lost him the game was paid money to miss the shot, he pledges to his friend Goon that he will kill him when he gets out.

After being released and getting the bus back into Buffalo he calls his mum from a payphone, he never told her the truth about going to jail and pretended he was working secretly for the government, he pretends to be rich, succesful and to have a beautiful girlfriend. After getting caught in an argument and not wanting her to find out the truth, he makes the spur of the moment decision to abduct a random woman and get her to pose as his girlfriend.

The woman is Layla played by Christina Ricci.

Despite being essentially held hostage she falls in love with him and goes above and beyond to impress his parents. Billy isnt very nice to her and is weird and overly emotional. When we meet Billys parents we find out why he is like this. They are both absolutely awful. They dont seem to have ever cared about him, his dad is extremely creepy and his mum only cares about the Buffalo Bills.

After they leave his parents they go to the bowling alley to span time.

We find out Billy is a phenomenal bowler and we see Layla in a beautiful dream like dancing scene. Between there and the next scene at the diner we see Billy start to warm up to Layla more. The dynamic between them is quite compelling, Billy is a complete asshole and Layla is an angel, you really want Billy to just start being nice to her. As Billy starts to warm upto Layla more he has to decide whether to stick with her or fulfil his desire for revenge and shoot the football player.

This is an extremely fascinating and original movie written and directed by Vincent Gallo. It has a very twisted sense of humor which takes a while to get used to. The silly arguments between Billy and Layla are occasionally very funny as are his interactions with his best friend Rocky. I didnt love everything about the movie, the time spent at his parents house was my least favourite part of the movie although i understand why it was there. Christina Ricci was absolutely amazing as Layla, she seemed completely believable as falling in love with him and not being bothered by being abducted, i have no idea what happened in her life to make her that way. Also the scene where she makes up the story abour how she met Billy was brilliant. Heard about this movie while listening to Vincent Gallos only appearance on the Howard Stern Show while he was promotimg the brown bunny, which id also like to see. He said he didnt get on well with either christina ricci or Angelica Huston who played his mum, and he had to send Angelica 600 roses as an apology after an argument he had on set. Despite not getting along with his coworkers this was an impressive and stylish directorial debut from Gallo. Great movie.

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All right this is ENTIRELY off the top of my head, I assume I’m missing some major ones that I will remember and slap my forehead about later:

Hannibal giving Clarice the file through the cell bars in Silence of the Lambs and his finger brushing hers; in Hannibal (2001), “I came halfway around the world to watch you run, Clarice”

Neil McCauley and Vincent Hanna in the diner. Duh.

Max and Vincent on the train, also Duh

Han and Leia fighting on Hoth in The Empire Strikes Back; Leia freeing Han from Jabba in RoTJ

Belle bandaging up the Beast’s arm after the wolf attack/rescue, arguably the most formative of my entire life tbh

Teach trashing Don’s shop in American Buffalo and then asking him if he’s mad at him

Neil and the Protagonist’s farewell at the end of Tenet

Just about every scene between the Ninth Doctor and Rose in Series 1 of Doctor Who lmao

The Hound and Sansa reuniting in Winterfell

“Do not walk away from me, Jorah the Andal. You have not been dismissed.” JEEZ (I have so many for GoT like I don’t even know where to begin but zero of them are for characters that actually canonically fuck)

The scene at the end of The Immigrant AAAGGGHH: