#@ the anons I’m taking both of your suggestions! today was just very hectic and I want to answer your asks better than Ive the capacity rn

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6/22!! Queer Western Diamondback Rattlesnake! Thank you to anon and @spectraloasis for the suggestions!

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Hello, I was wondering if I could request Kent x Reader if you don’t mind since you said requests are open? The dynamic being an oblivious farmer who is just very polite and unaware as fuck while Kent is basically just like “I would both kill and die for you” (I apologize I am completely obsessed with him)

I don’t personally feel anything but platonic fondness for the rest of the townies, so this was a really nice challenge. It did take me forever to write because it gave me a lot of trouble and I kept rewriting it, but I eventually landed on this and I’m pretty pleased with it. They’re both dumb, but they figure themselves out by the end. I really hope I did your prompt justice, anon, and that maybe it was worth the wait! Enjoy! <3

2650-ish Words. This is a monster. I don’t like writing infidelity, so you can be sure that there is a hefty amount of canon divergence, even if I don’t mention anything outright. GN!Farmer. This is a little suggestive at certain moments, they flirt quite a bit (Kent does it knowingly, the Farmer does not because they are an oblivious shit), and there’s drinking, but nobody’s drunk. Ah, and there’s cursing, and Kent imagines the Farmer being all roughed up once (nothing explicit), and I use “Yoba” instead of “God.” Yanno. For immersion. I do say “fuck you” to the immersion in favor of using our twelve-month calendar year, though, so. There’s also that. Lmfao

Kent swirls the scotch in his glass, watching the amber liquid slosh around with the ice. It’s Friday night, half-past seven p.m., and the saloon is lively and bright. He’s been people-watching since he arrived, settled alone in his little corner. Marnie and Lewis still haven’t figured out their shit, Robin is attempting to teach Demetrius to dance without stepping on her toes once again, and Elliott is lamenting his writer’s block to Leah at the table over.

Same old, same old.

“Evening. This seat taken?” The Farmer asks, a nearly-empty drink in hand and a knowing grin on their face. 

Except for this. This is a relatively new development.

Kent smiles up at them. “You know it isn’t.”

“Just in case.” The Farmer settles down on the stool next to him, the legs of their newly claimed chair screeching terribly against the worn down hardwood of the saloon. His heart tries to leap out of his throat and into their careful, calloused hands, but he swallows it down with another sip of liquor. It burns his throat terribly, but he welcomes the distraction.

“I haven’t seen you at the saloon in a while,” Kent says, his voice rough from the alcohol. They take a sip of their own drink—something deep red and fruity, with a cherry sitting at the bottom of their glass.

“I try to take a little break at least once a week, but last week was hectic as hell.” They sigh, a satisfied smile on their lips as they sit back.

“Yeah? You get a lot of work done on the farm?” Kent asks, openly checking them out as they set their drink down and stretch their arms high over their head. A few months ago he would’ve been more discreet, but now he’s given up entirely on subtlety. The Farmer never notices anyway. The face they make as they stretch has his mouth going dry, and he drinks a too-large sip of his scotch, trying not to make a face about it.

“Before the snow hit, yeah, but now there isn’t really anything for me to do. Winter doesn’t make it easy for crops, so I’ve been collecting other things to sell. Animal products, gems, that sort of thing.” The Farmer settles down, done with their stretching, and Kent silently thanks the universe for giving him a break. “Actually, I was in the desert today. I haven’t been to the skull caverns in a while, so I spent most of the day down there.”

He immediately rescinds his gratitude, and sets his glass down with a sharp thunk.

“You went to the caverns?”

The Farmer nods, shrugging a bit as their mouth twists into a frown. “Yeah, but it wasn’t a great run, if I’m honest. A few gems and geodes. I wanted iridium ore, but there was basically nothing. I only got three nuggets from what was there because I spent so long beating back monsters.”

That last bit has Kent’s blood running backward, and he taps his fingers on the table-top, the beat agitated and quick. “That’s unfortunate.” 

The Farmer snorts. “Yeah, tell me about it. I could’ve gotten more done if I just stayed home, honestly. But it’s my fault for going on a bad luck day.”

He doesn’t know what the fuck that means, if he’s honest, and he’s not particularly superstitious himself, but he’s learned not to question them. Except now the thought of the Farmer being overrun by monsters won’t dissipate, and it’s making his stomach turn. He clenches his jaw. 

“You should bring me with you next time.”

The Farmer looks up at him, their eyes wide and stunned for only a moment before they’re chuckling into their glass. “Yeah? You wanna be my good luck charm, Kent?”

Yoba, he does.

The Farmer licks their lips clean, and whatever juice Gus mixed up with their alcohol has stained their lips and tongue a ruddy red.

He leans forward, propping his chin up on the palm of his hand, and smiles. “I could be.”

They laugh outright, bright and delighted. Kent absently notices the quick glances they’re receiving from the other patrons. Nosy.

“You know, I was talking with some of the ladies at Caroline’s aerobics class on Tuesday,” the Farmer starts, rolling the stem of their glass between their pinched fingers. Their smile is soft. “They said something interesting about you.”

Kent raises an amused eyebrow. “You gossiping about me, Farmer?”

“It was against my will, I assure you.” They deadpan, and Kent laughs, covering his grin with a wide palm.

“Enlighten me, then: what trivia did they bestow upon you against your will?” Kent asks.

“They said you never smile unless you’re with me,” The Farmer says quickly, rushed out in one breath like they can't say it fast enough. Kent’s eyes widen, and he’s pretty sure there’s steam rising from the top of his head, but the Farmer doesn’t catch any of it because they refuse to look at him. “And that I’m the only one who’s been able to make you laugh, since you came back.”

They were gossiping like roosting hens, the lot of them. Kent sighs heavily, harsh and a little embarrassed. How can they see it, but not the Farmer?

Still…

“They’re wrong, actually.” Kent straightens up, pushing his near empty glass aside. 

“Yeah?” The Farmer asks, and Kent doesn’t try to think too hard about why they sound so disappointed, or why they’re fighting back a frown.

“Even before getting drafted, I wasn’t like this.” Kent admits, and he can feel the tips of his ears flushing hotly at what he’s about to confess next. “I’ve never been like this with anyone, actually.”

“Oh.” The Farmer blinks owlishly, their hand stilling on their glass. “Really?”

Kent shakes his head, humming an affirmative. “Just you.”

“So… I’m special?” They ask, and it’s obvious they’re joking, the tilt of their lips just a little too teasing, but he doesn’t care. It’s obvious, and they’ll figure it out for themselves eventually.

“Are you going to the caverns again tomorrow?” Kent asks instead of answering, flagging down Emily for the bill. She notices immediately, and Kent knows it’s because she was staring. Everyone is always fucking staring.

“Um.” The Farmer picks at a loose thread on their shirt, even though there isn’t one. He doesn’t mention it. “Yeah, I was—I was thinking about it, if the day’s luck is good.”

“You don’t need to check if it is.” Kent watches Emily walk out from behind the bar, the bill and a pen in hand. “I’ll be your good luck charm, remember?”

The Farmer opens their mouth to respond, with the prettiest blush on their face, but Emily finally appears at their table, effectively cutting them off.

“Here you are,” Emily says, a curious smile on her face as she hands him the bill. 

He sets the bill on the table and reaches into his pocket for his wallet. “Thanks, Emily. How’s business tonight?” 

“Fridays are always busy, so it’s going well, I suppose. What about you two? How’s your night so far?” She asks, mischief sparkling in her calculating blue eyes. Even if Kent didn’t know her and Haley were siblings, the way they look at the world would give it away immediately. Haley’s eyes are far more cunning, but still. Two peas in a pod.

Kent places a few heavy coins in the tray, making sure to tip her a few extra than usual, and passes it back. “Great, but we’ve got plans to go into the desert early tomorrow, so we’re gonna head out.”

“Calico Desert?” Emily asks, and Kent is almost surprised she doesn’t push for more info. “My friend Sandy lives over there!”

Ah. That’s why.

“I’ll make sure to say hi to her for you,” The Farmer jumps in, making deliberate eye contact with Emily. The smile on their face is polite, but distracted.

“Would you?” Emily smiles gratefully. “Thanks, Farmer. I appreciate it.”

“You’re welcome.” The Farmer’s returning smile is genuine this time, and Kent’s heart thumps heavily against his ribcage. If they make his heart race any more, he’ll have to check in with Harvey for potential bruising.

“Well, you’re all set, so y’all have a good night,” Emily says with a smile, reaching out to pluck their empty glasses off the table.

“You too.” Kent stands up, pushing his chair in and waiting for the Farmer to get up to their feet. “Are you ready to go? Got everything?”

The Farmer nods, and Kent follows them with his hands shoved into his jacket pockets as they walk out. He takes one hand out to hold the door for them as they step out into the frigid winter air, and almost immediately his fingers are numb. He’s never been able to handle the cold very well. It’s in his best interest to head home, to get out of it and into some central heating, but…

“Can I walk you home?” Kent asks quietly, after the door swings shut behind them. The Farmer stops short, and he can’t tell if the flush is from the cold or from something else.

“You’re welcome to, but don’t you hate the cold?” The Farmer gestures vaguely at the snowflakes floating around them. “Shouldn’t I be the one walking you home?”

Kent smiles, his chest suddenly light. “Maybe, but your place is farther, and I don’t wanna say goodnight to you just yet.”

“Like my company that much, huh?” The Farmer asks, cocking their head to the side as they slip their hands into their pockets. The collar of their winter jacket pulls against the back of their neck, and Kent steps onto the icy path. 

“Let’s get you home, Farmer.” Kent starts walking, expecting them to follow. He smiles at the sound of their boots crunching against the frosted grass and gravel, and starts heading for the farmlands.

“You ignoring my questions on purpose, Kent?” They ask, but he knows it isn’t a question.

“Yep.” He nods. “We’re taking the bus tomorrow morning, right? What time should I meet you there?”

They sigh, playfully irritated, and he grins to himself. “Pam usually gets there at 9, so I should be good to head out at eight-fifty? If that works for you?”

“Eight-fifty it is, then. Anything in particular that you’re looking for down there?”

They sigh, looking up at the cloudy sky as they walk past Marnie’s. “Same thing as today. I really need iridium so I can get Clint to upgrade all of my tools before the new year, and I need my hoe upgraded desperately if I want to make a profit off of strawberries next spring.”

“Thinking that far ahead, huh?” Kent glances at the sketchy caravan beyond the trees next to Cindersap, and purposely puts himself between it and the Farmer. 

“Not by much, but I have to if I don’t want to go bankrupt. Strawberries are good for a lot of other stuff, too. I can make jam and wine with them, which are both pretty profitable.”

“Are you going to grow anything else, or just strawberries?”

The Farmer shrugs and unlatches the south gate to their property. “I grow some things year-round in my greenhouse, but I think I’ll only plant strawberries in the fields, since they’re the most profitable.”

“How do you know?” Kent asks, genuinely curious. He doesn’t know shit about farming, truthfully.

“I’ve done the math,” they say, pulling a small notebook out of seemingly fucking nowhere. Kent glares at their jacket in confusion. “They’ve got the highest profit ratio, based on how much I drop on them at Pierre’s stand and how often they grow. Strawberry plants fruit every four days once they’re fully grown, so I can get the most out of them if I start them early.”

They hold out their notebook, flipped to a random page with a smattering of bullet points and notes in their handwriting. There’s a silly doodle of a strawberry at the top of the page, and Kent smiles fondly.

“You’ve got this shit down to a science, Farmer. I’m impressed.”

They snort, and their notebook practically dematerializes as they shove it into their jacket, but he doesn’t see a pocket—where on earth do they put it?

“Two years of fucking up and not planning ahead has taught me to think about the future a little more.” They shrug. “We’ll have to see if I can actually pull it off, though; planning ahead won’t mean anything if I can’t get the iridium ore for it.”

“I’m sure it’ll be fine. You’ve still got two months left.”

“Two months goes by pretty quickly, though.” They sigh, and Kent watches as the lampposts in front of their house begin illuminating their face.

He swallows hard and averts his stare. He shrugs, forcing himself to be casual. “Well, between the both of us and a little luck, I think we’ll manage it just fine.”

They hum, and he catches their smile through his peripherals.

“Maybe.” The stairs on the Farmer’s porch creak under their weight as they step up to their front door, and Kent knows he has to say goodnight now, but as they go to pluck their keys out of their pocket, he grabs their wrist.

“I know I’ve been kinda pushy, but I want you to tell me honestly.” Kent knows without a shred of doubt that his fingers are nearly frozen against their skin. They look at him, chin angled down with their sudden height difference. He won’t go up their front steps to even it out, though. That’s a boundary he won’t cross, not unless they ask him to. “Is it really alright that I come with you tomorrow? I don’t want you to force yourself to be okay with it if you don’t actually want me there.”

The Farmer’s lips part, and he sees rather than hears their breath of surprise—a cloud of vapor in front of their face, glowing orange in their porch light.

“Why have you been so pushy?” They ask, and now it’s his turn to get ignored. “Why do you want to come with me so badly?”

Kent lets go of their wrist, and his palm burns. He doesn’t have it in him to lie. “Because I’m scared of what might happen to you if I don’t.”

They’re quiet for a long moment, recognition passing over their face, and Kent loves the fact that pity is never something he’ll have to see along with it. Not with the Farmer.

They walk forward, placing a sturdy hand on the banister as they lean in close. “I have one more question for you, Kent. Answer honestly, and I’ll let you come with me.” 

Kent nods stiffly, his eyes flicking everywhere but their own. “I’m great at honesty.”

They hum, and Kent watches, frozen solid as they glance at his lips. “Am I special to you?” 

He bites his lip, the back of his neck burning. “Yeah—yes. You are.”

They nod once, and then step away. Kent watches, a sudden panic thickening in his chest.

“Good.”

Wait, 'good?'

The Farmer unlocks their front door, and opens it wide. They turn around before stepping inside, and their smile is giddy. Kent’s panic subsides. He’s imagined rejection more times than he can count, and he’s pretty sure that’s not what it looks like. “I’ll see you at eight-fifty, okay? Don’t be late—I’d hate to have to leave my good-luck charm behind.”

“Cross my heart.” Kent nods, his own smile just as giddy. 

They close the door, just a bit. Their eyes twinkle. “Goodnight, Kent.” 

“G’night.” He waves, and the cold isn’t nipping at his fingers as much anymore.

When he collapses into bed that night, his skin is flushed and cold, and his heart is thumping erratically in his chest. His smile doesn’t subside, even as he falls asleep.

[wandaromanova]

Date Night

Pairing: Natasha Romanoff x Fem!Reader

Warnings: cussing, sexual suggestion, that’s all!

A/N: hello! here is some fluff for y’all! hope you enjoy! happy reading <3

anon requested: Hi honey! I saw that your requests are open :)) I was wondering if I may please request a fluffly Natasha Romanoff x fem reader one shot, where she surprises the reader with a lunch date (reader has had a super stressful week!) and then convinces her to take the rest of the day off. Later on maybe Natasha starts dropping hints at their future together and later on in the week she proposes (maybe somewhere that has meaning to them) after a very romantic dinner. Thank you!! :))

Summary: Natasha convinces her girlfriend to take some time off of work. They end up having a date night unlike any of their previous ones.

Word Count: 3K

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Natasha stared up at the tall building with two bags of food in hand. She was about to surprise you with some lunch, considering you haven’t been able to take a single break the entire week.

Seriously, even when you were at home, you’d be working on paperwork or taking call after call from your company partners. You’d then go back to work the next morning and completely neglect your own needs, the only thing you’d focus on was anything work-related.

You were the CEO of a major telecommunications company and things have been super hectic around your office. You barely had time to breathe with everything that had been going on, so, Natasha thought that it would be a good idea to give you a nice surprise.

She made her way into the building and got into one of the fancy elevators, quickly tapping the button to the top floor and stood in silence, lively elevator music filling the small space.

When the doors opened, she walked out and was greeted by your secretary; Megan.

“Hi, Ms. Romanoff. Ms. L/N is just in her office working on some paperwork. She has a meeting in 20 minutes, though.”

Megan sent Natasha a friendly smile. The redhead simply nodded and mumbled out a small ‘thank you’ before opening the door to your office.

She was met with the sight of you hunched over your desk. The light poured into the tall windows in the room, providing sufficient lighting.

You glanced up from your papers at the sound of the door closing softly. Natasha smiled at you and held up the bags of food. Your lips turned upward at the sight of your girlfriend of five years.

“Honey, what are you doing here?” You asked as you got up from your desk, quickly making your way over to greet the Russian. You pulled her in by the waist and into a tight hug.

“I thought you could use some lunch. You haven’t been taking care of yourself and I’m here to change that.” Natasha mumbled into your neck as her arms rested on your shoulder, gripping onto the food she still had in her hands.

“Baby, you didn’t need to come all the way here. I’m fine, just been super busy lately is all.” You pulled back slightly and stared into green eyes.

“Yes, I needed to. I can’t just standby while you’re practically drowning in stress.”

Natasha got out of your embrace and made her way over to your desk, placing the food down and turning around, leaning onto the table with two hands gripping the furniture behind her.

“I’ll manage, it’s kind of my job.” You let out a small giggle, rounding the desk and sitting on your chair. Natasha turned in her spot as you patted your lap.

“Come on, let’s eat the food you brought. I have a meeting soon so we gotta be quick.”

Natasha walked toward you and sat in your lap, your arms circling around her waist. She opened the food and laid out the plates of Thai food.

Natasha fed you and herself. You both sat in silence, simply enjoying each other’s company.

Occasionally, Nat would mimic an airplane or train noise as she moved the spoon closer to you, laughing as she abruptly shoved the utensil into your mouth.

After fifteen minutes had passed, you looked at your watch and sighed. You had another meeting that would probably be ridiculously long for no reason.

“I’m sorry sweetheart, I have to get going. I have a meeting in five.”

You moved to get up, but Natasha refused to move off of your lap. You raised an eyebrow at her, the redhead giving you a stern look.

“Take the day off.” You shook your head in protest. You couldn’t take a day off, not now at least.

“Honey, you know I would if I could, bu-“ Natasha immediately cut you off, pressing her lips against yours before pulling back quickly.

“You can though. You’ve been working more than necessary! Please, it’s not even a full day off, it’s half a day.”

Natasha gave you the best puppy dog eyes and pout that she could, knowing how it affected you. Of course, she ended up winning.

“Fine, fine.” You muttered out, leaning forward and pressing a button on your desk-side phone, paging Megan, who sat just outside your office.

“Yes, Ms. L/N?” Your assistant’s spritely voice rang through the phone.

“Megan, could you please clear the rest of my day? I’m taking the day off.” You heard some shuffling on the other end of the phone before the woman replied.

“Okay, your schedule has been cleared and your meetings have been rescheduled to tomorrow.”

Natasha, who could faintly hear the other end of the conversation, smiled triumphantly and placed a soft kiss on the side of your neck.

“Thank you.” And with that, you hung up and returned your attention to the beaming redhead in your lap.

“You never play fair.” You mumbled against her cheek as you placed a gentle kiss against her skin.

“All is fair in love and war, moya lyubov (my love).” You rolled your eyes at the Russian while holding back a smile.

She got out of your hold and stood up, grabbing both of your hands and forcefully pulling you to your feet.

“Let’s go! I know a few things we could do today.” Natasha spoke seductively and sent you a little wink before grabbing the trash on your desk and throwing it away in the small trash can you had under the table.

You watched with a wide smile as she waltzed toward the door, making sure to sway her hips a little more, exaggerating the movement. There was an extra spring in her step that caused her red locks to bounce with each movement.

She turned her head around when her hand was on the doorknob, smirking at you.

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“Are you coming or not?”

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“I have a feeling I will be soon.”

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4 hours later

You laid in bed with Natasha by your side, her head resting on your shoulder with an arm around your torso.

After hours of love-making, you guys had finally gotten to relax. You both just stayed there in each other’s arms, appreciating the moment.

“Honey?” Natasha spoke, breaking the silence.

You tilted your head to look down at her, the redhead already staring up at you as you hummed.

“Have you ever thought about what you want your future to look like?”

This wasn’t the first time you guys have discussed the future. You’d both mention small tidbits of your aspirations and goals, but never went too far into the details of it all.

“Well, first starters, you’re definitely there.” Natasha smiled up at you with bright eyes. It absolutely warmed your heart to see her so full of joy.

“Really?” You nodded your head and kissed her forehead, the redhead briefly shutting her eyes as your soft lips met her skin.

“Really.” You pulled back, brushing your nose against hers. The redhead placed a hand on your cheek, as connected your foreheads.

“Well, I see you in mine too. Maybe we would end up leaving this penthouse and buy an actual home together.”

You nodded with a wide smile. The thought of buying a property with the woman you adored had you giddy.

“Yeah, definitely. Then maybe we could have little rascals of our own running around. We could find a surrogate or maybe even adopt if you’d want to.”

Natasha felt like she was going to melt into a puddle of love. The thought of having children to raise with you filled her with more joy than ever.

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“I’d love that.”

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The moment was cut off when a loud yawn tore through your body, promoting a little giggle from your girlfriend.

She cuddled closer to you, her arm tightening around your body with a smile on her face.

“Let’s get some rest.” Natasha’s words were slightly slurred, the exhaustion of your previous activities hitting her.

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“Yeah, so we can have energy for a round two.”

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“Yeah right, more like round ten.”

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“Go big or go home!”

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“Go to sleep, idiot.”

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5 days later

It was a Saturday night and Natasha had practically forced you to not go into work.

Usually, you would go into the office on Saturdays, despite having the day off, to get some extra work out of the way, but your girlfriend was extremely persistent.

So now, here you two were, getting ready to go out for a date night. You had to admit that this was a good idea.

You couldn’t remember the last time you and Nat had gone out on a date; it was a rarity with how busy you both would be majority of the time.

You walked out of the bathroom after brushing out your hair, your heart racing at the sight of your girlfriend clad in a simple black body-con dress that hugged her curves in all the right places paired with a cute, black blazer.

She straightened her hair and did her makeup just the way you liked it.

You stalked over to the woman who stood in front of the full-body length mirror, wrapping your arms around her waist from behind and placing a soft kiss onto her cheek.

“You look gorgeous, baby. I’m so lucky.” Your eyes raked over her figure through the reflection of the mirror before meeting her green ones.

“Thank you, but I’m the lucky one. I swear, if we didn’t have reservations, I’d rip your clothes off and take you right here.”

Natasha’s voice came out husky when you kissed the side of her neck. You sucked on her skin lightly and went to leave a mark, but the Russian turned around in your embrace.

“No marks, not until after dinner at least.” You let out a small whine, pulling her front against yours tightly.

“Oh come on! It’s not like we haven’t ditched our reservations for dinner before. I miss you.”

You tried to go for her neck again, but she flicked your forehead. You stared at her with a look that screamed ‘what the fuck was that for?’

“Don’t give me that look. I’ve been looking forward to having a date night for months. We aren’t missing this. Let’s go.”

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Two hours later

Natasha had taken you to one of the best restaurants in New York. You weren’t one for fancy places, you were more of a ‘let’s order takeout and watch tv’ kind of gal, but Natasha absolutely loved luxurious dining experiences.

When you both arrived, the waited immediately escorted you both to the most private table in the house.

The table was set with candles and rose petals were spread across the tablecloth. You were blown away, seeing as the table overlooked the city.

Natasha pulled your seat back for you, placing a soft kiss on her cheek as you sat down. You watched as she rounded the table and sat in the chair across from you.

Her skin was golden as the candlelight brightened up her face, accentuating her green eyes beautifully. She had a cheeky smile on her face and wiggled her eyebrows at you before looking at the menu.

Of course, the redhead ordered the best wine the restaurant had to offer, immediately asking for a bottle of the alcohol.

You two talked about anything and everything over the course of the dinner. You had to admit, this was probably one of the best dates you guys had ever been on, besides your first one, at least.

As you both finished off your meals and were given the check, you noticed that Natasha couldn’t seem to sit still.

She was tapping her fingers against the table anxiously as she gnawed on her bottom lip. You placed your hand on top of hers, stopping the insistent movement.

“Is everything okay, baby?” You asked in concern. It was really unlike Natasha to be nervous, especially during date night.

She was usually relaxed and content whenever you both had time to spend out together.

The redhead sent you a reassuring smile and flipped her hand over, intertwining your fingers before bringing your conjoined hands up to her lips, kissing the back of your hand.

“Never better, hon. Come on, there’s somewhere I want to take you.”

Natasha placed her credit card into the bill holder and waved down a waiter and shortly after, you both walked out into the cool New York air, hand-in-hand.

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Your eyes lit up when you noticed where your next destination was; Central Park.

You had always loved the park. There was something so beautiful about the scenery and the usual liveliness of the area that brought you so much peace and comfort.

Natasha led you towards a pond that was located in the heart of the park and you immediately recognized which one it was.

The redhead stopped in her tracks on top of the tiny bridge that hovered over the pond.

“Do you remember this spot?” She asked you as she turned around to face you, hand still linked with yours.

“How could I forget? You took me here on our very first date to feed the ducks, which completely backfired.” You let out a laugh at the memory, Natasha’s cheeks turning red.

“I wouldn’t say it backfired…” The redhead mumbled shyly which only made you laugh harder.

“Honey, you ended up getting attacked by pigeons because you were holding the bread. You walked me home covered in bird shit and your clothes were absolutely torn apart.”

You were practically crying from your laughter and you felt Natasha’s hand heating up in yours.

“It wasn’t funny! I really liked that outfit.” Natasha pouted as your laughter died down.

You placed a kiss onto her pouty lips, her frown quickly replaced with a bright smile.

“Anyway, I took you here because this is where our first date was which obviously resulted in us dating.”

You nodded your head at her words, deciding to remain silent when you noticed she had more to add.

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“And, well… this is where I want our last date, as girlfriends, to be.”

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You felt your heart sink at her words. Was she breaking up with you right now? It didn’t make any sense! She didn’t ever show any indication that she was unhappy or wanted to leave you.

However, before you could completely break down, Natasha let out a shaky breath, and it was then that you noticed how shaky her hands were.

“Y/N, All my life, I never thought that I’d find love. After all of the things that the Red Room had taught me and forced me to do, I never believed that love was in the cards for me, but then I met you, and everything changed.”

You stared at Natasha curiously. This definitely didn’t sound like a breakup. So what was she going on about?

“I never ever thought that one day, I’d find someone that I’d want to spend the rest of my life with. I never thought that I’d ever want to buy a house and build a family with another person, but god, I’m so fucking happy that I was wrong.”

Your eyes watered when the gravity of the situation finally sunk in. Your thoughts were confirmed as Natasha let go of your hand and slowly bent down on one knee in front of you, reaching her hand into her blazer pocket, revealing the small velvet red box that had been tucked away in the material.

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“Baby, these last five years have been the best years I’ve ever had, and it was all because of you.”

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Your hands flew up to your mouth as a gasp escaped your lips. There were tears in your eyes as she revealed a gorgeous engagement ring to you.

“Y/N, I want you, every day, for the rest of my life. Will you make me the happiest woman in the world and marry me?”

Natasha’s voice was unstable as she tried to hold back her emotions, but that went out the window when you frantically nodded your head in agreement.

“Yes!” You whispered out in shock. Natasha looked up at you with a wide smile.

“Yeah?” The redhead asked for confirmation and you let out a small chuckle.

“Yes, of course, I’ll marry you! Is that even a question?” Natasha grabbed your left hand shakily and slid the ring onto your finger.

You were both crying at this point. You didn’t care that you were both stood in the freezing cold, in the middle of Central Park.

All that mattered was that this was going to be the beginning of the rest of your life with the woman you loved.

Suddenly, Natasha stood up and picked you up by the waist, twirling you both around.

Honestly, you were surprised she didn’t stumble, considering the fact that she was wearing such high heels. Luckily for you though, she didn’t fall.

You were both laughing like maniacs when she finally stopped spinning. You were like two teenagers in love without a care in the world.

You leaned down, still in her arms, and kissed her passionately.

You could feel all the love and adoration she had for you through the kiss and you prayed to God that she could feel just how much you felt for her too.

When Natasha disconnected the kiss, she placed you gently onto the floor, your arms immediately going around her neck, hers securing themselves around your waist.

“We’re getting married?” She asked in disbelief. Natasha genuinely couldn’t believe that you said yes, even if you never gave her any indication that you would say no.

“We’re getting married.” You reassured her, kissing the tip of her nose, practically melting as her nose scrunched up adorably.

This definitely wasn’t what you expected the night to be like, but you wouldn’t change any detail about it for the world.

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You were going to be Y/N L/N-Romanoff.

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And that was a name you were going to carry around proudly.

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[inmytaste-blog]

Señorita

Word Count: 3.2k

Warnings: A very encouraging Shawn and a self-confidence under construction

A/N: Another fullfilled request which made it into my askbox just today! I didn’t want to delay it and fall behind since Shawn released his new song just yesterday. This was very pleasing to write and I really liked the way it turned out. I hope I made that anon’s request justice and I truly hope it lived up to their expectations! Once again, feedback is very much appreciated and I would like to hear your thoughts on this piece! Till next time, happy reading!

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‘’Are you serious? A new song along with a new music video? Shawny you are treating your fandom so well lately, I’m impressed’’ you said, placing your arms around his neck and giving him a slight peck on his cheek, pleased with the news.

‘’Aye, does my fandom include you as well?’’ he said lowering his much larger figure in order to capture your lips in a proper kiss.

‘’I don’t think I want to disappoint you now that you have a lot on your plate babe’’ you jokingly stated and freed yourself from his tight grip, heading towards the kitchen.

‘’I think this answer pained me more… Nevertheless, I know you are the craziest fan there is no matter what you say’’.

Hearing Shawn’s words, you realized that he was more than right. You were indeed his number one fan and you always fangirled hard when something new was on its way concerning his career. So when Shawn announced to you that he would be working on a new song, you were on cloud nine. Someone would say that you were more thrilled when Shawn had a new project to deliver than himself and they wouldn’t be exaggerating. You knew something was coming up due to endless phone conversations and meetings between Shawn and Andrew so when the bomb exploded you exploded too.

‘’Whatever you say Mendes’’ you slyly replied and plopped down on your couch.

‘’So tell me more about this song. What is the concept behind it? Will you be singing alone or will it be a duet? When will you start shooting and rehearsing? Why are you so secretive?’’

‘’First of all, you are bombarding me with questions love. How can I answer all at once? Secondly, I can’t reveal anything else yet. Telling you was risky as it is so you will get no more information for today. Sorry.’’ Shawn explained and your face fell.

You weren’t really urging him to tell you everything because you knew that this industry works with a little bit of secrecy as well but you couldn’t deny the fact that you were disappointed that you wouldn’t be getting any more insights and details concerning his newest work. At this point, you wished he hadn’t shared anything related to this new song whatsoever because now you wanted to know everything there was to know.

‘’Fair enough. Guess who’s not getting any love from me today’’ you half-jokingly said and moved further away from Shawn to the other end of the couch.

‘’C’mon Y/N don’t be such a baby. Everything will be announced to you when it is the right time for it to be’’ Shawn argued and proceeded to hug you.

You slightly pushed him off but eventually gave in to his touch because deep down, you knew he was right. It wasn’t his fault that he couldn’t go into more depth about his work and it surely wasn’t fair for you to know everything beforehand while all his other fans around the world were kept in the dark. Besides, what’s the fun in knowing everything and having no suspense in your life?

That was something Shawn really adored and appreciated on you. It always made him feel safe and relaxed and it surely helped him more when he was ready to perform, shoot or record a new piece. His job was already pressuring enough and sometimes it got to the point that he would even call it suffocating. Having someone who was genuinely understanding and encouraging was a true bargain for him since he really wanted to leave his work back in the studio and be met with relaxation and relief when he got home.

And you offered him just that. You knew what you were signing up for when you agreed to date Shawn so you promised more to yourself to be the best version of you just for his own sake. You were more interested in his well-being than anything else especially when you found out all the story concerning his battles with anxiety in the past. You truly believed he was a person that deserved all the best in the world and you were more than honoured when Shawn chose you to be his companion; his rock who would give him all the best.

There were of course times when you would cross the line and you would be pleading for him to share something more when he was preparing something new but you knew when to stop. Shawn knew as well that you were firstly a fan and secondly a girlfriend when it came to his music and he was really thankful to have someone so supportive and so caring. But when he declared that he was in no position to share anything else, it was your signal to accept it and stop questioning further.

‘’Okay okay. I understand. But tell me at least this; will you be singing on your own or with other people as well?’’ you asked, aiming your puppy eyes at him, a feature you knew very well he couldn’t resist.

‘’Ugh, you are playing dirty Y/N, giving me this look which gets me everytime’’

‘’Please?’’ you pressed a little more.

‘’Okay, it will be a duet but this is all I have for you. Now, what movie does my number one fan want to watch with her superstar?’’

Truth was Shawn wanted nothing more than to stop playing games and just confess to you everything he knew so far about his new music video and song. It physically ached him to withdraw information from you, especially when you were being nothing but patient and enthusiastic with his hectic lifestyle. The only thing which was keeping him behind was the fact that he had arranged to sing and shoot with you. You were nothing close to famous or artistic, besides the very well-organised blog you were maintaining dedicated to your talented boyfriend, but other than that you had no contracts or business with the music industry.

However, Shawn wasn’t on the same page with you on this matter. He had heard you singing when you had first started dating and he was mesmerized by your voice. It combined a sweetness and a raspier metal which had driven him insane. He still remembered that moment up to this day and he never hesitated to ask you to join him when he was singing in his studio, even if it was for fun. The most outstanding thing of all was a file in your computer which consisted of some covers you had attempted when you first discovered Shawn’s music. Shawn really wanted to listen to them but you only agreed when you were official and you trusted him completely.

When his ears were met with the sound of your melodic voice, he felt like someone had casted a spell on him. The words of In My Blood acquired a completely new, a more profound meaning when they left your lips and they were interlaced with your unique sounds. He couldn’t help himself but transfer all the covers you had saved in that file to his phone without any second thoughts.

From that time on, he always made sure to raise the levels of confidence you had about your singing skills which to be frank, were the lowest they could be. It really puzzled and it even saddened him to know that his girl was so talented but she couldn’t appreciate her skills more. So the least he could do was ask you to sing or at least hum something when he was falling asleep or to accompany you in your private shower concerts. He was a sucker for your singing and you still laughed about it when he would praise you. But this never stopped him from getting the most he could of your beautiful voice.

Now Shawn tried to take things up a notch. He hated to know that your talent was not getting the recognition and the appreciation it deserved so when Andrew came up to him with a new suggestion for a song and a music video, Shawn realised this was the opportunity he was seeking.

‘’So, I was thinking that after the success of If I Can’t Have You, the fire’s still at your feet and another release will really keep the fans at the edge of their seats. What do you say?’’

‘’Y-Yes yes. Are you serious? Now that my tour is on, I have inexhaustible energy. Tell me all about it’’. Shawn wanted nothing more than to keep his portfolio full and this new song was the perfect chance for him to introduce you to the world of professional singing.

‘’Okay. My first thoughts have to do with the artists you will be singing with. I’m really rooting for a duet but if you want to include more artists, it’s up to you mate. What are your thoughts so far?’’ Andrew proceeded with the details and Shawn was more than ready to spill your name.

‘’Okay. I don’t know if you will see eye to eye with me about this and I can already tell you will be taken aback but my suggestion is Y/N’’. There was no turning back now. The only thing he could do was pray that Andrew would agree for you to do a duet with Shawn.

‘’Y/N? As in your girlfriend Y/N? Shawn are you sure? I mean I have no evidence that she can sing. Plus we don’t have much time to call her in and arrange a sound check with her’’

‘’I don’t think that will be necessary’’ said Shawn and he was quick enough to pull his phone out and let the room be filled with your version of Lost In Japan.

‘’You are a smooth motherfucker. I am waiting both of you next time for the rehearsal’’.

Shawn hadn’t really filled you in on what was going on so when he told you that you would be going with him to the studio you were a bit bewildered.

‘’And why do I have to come as well? Can’t you see that I am all comfortable watching Friends?’’ you matter-of-factly stated and Shawn dragged you from the couch.

‘’It is a surprise. Now get your bum up and go get ready. We are leaving in five’’.

‘’Okay okay sir’. But you’re buying me ice cream later’’ you pointed your finger at him and he chuckled.

‘’I sure am’’.

Shawn felt a little bit guilty that he hadn’t been completely honest to you about his duet but he knew that if he had spilled the beans and asked about your consent, you would be negative. Heck, he didn’t even have a clue what your reaction was going to be now but he decided to take his chances and risk it. He really needed to get you out of your cocoon and show you what you were really capable of, something you always kept your eyes closed to.

‘’Hello Andrew. It’s been a while. How are you?’’ you inquired when you reached the correct floor and Andrew hugged both you and Shawn.

‘’Shawn’s been a pain in the ass but I manage. How are you feeling sweetheart? Are you ready for your first?’’

‘’Um excuse me? What first?’’ you turned your glance at Shawn who was picking at his nails and was looking nervously at Andrew.

‘’Shawn dude, didn’t you tell her anything?’’

‘’I wanted it to be a surprise! Don’t blame me!’’ Shawn put his hands up and looked at you.

‘’Anyone care to explain?’’ you hated being excluded from what was happening so you were growing more aggravated by the minute.

‘’Y/N, dear, Shawn has brought you here to work on his new song called Señorita. You will be his duet for this song and for the video of course’’ Andrew explained and your jaws were on the floor. Shawn very well knew you were in no place to share your singing with the whole world and he still went and got you into this.

‘’Shawn what is he saying? What did you do?’’ you turned your attention to him and he cupped your face.

‘’I know you are going to pull the ‘’I can’t be exposed to basically the whole planet and my singing is not even that good’’ card but please hear me out. When I first listened to your voice I was amazed. You remember my first reaction. I instantly felt like an apprentice in singing in front of you. During those two years we’ve been together, I am more than pleased to see that I am the reason for the growth of your confidence when it comes to singing. Y/n please consider singing with me. Your talent deserves to be exposed and applauded’’ Shawn concluded and your vision had gotten blurry because of his speech.

‘’But-but how does Andrew know that I can sing? How does he know that this isn’t gonna be a flop?’’

‘’Um I know believe me’’ Andrew chimed in and just on cue, Shawn wiggled his phone between his fingers.

‘’You shady bastard’’ you smacked Shawn’s arm and he playfully acted as if he was hurt.

‘’So, what do you say baby? Will you be my Señorita in this song?’’

You still felt a little bit out of place and your guts were telling you that you would surely mess this up but the look Shawn was giving you and the feeling that he would be right beside you the whole time, boosted your courage and your confidence. Not really trusting your words at this point, you gave Shawn a shy nod and you swore that his eyes were like small stars radiating their glow.

‘’Is that a yes? Y/N baby you will not regret this I promise you’’ Shawn hugged you and lifted you up in the air before giving you a reassuring smile.

‘’Thank God. I don’t think I would be able to get someone else if she turned this down’’ Andrew remarked and you both fell in a fit of laughter.

‘’Okay. Get your sheets with the lyrics, get in there and blow me away’’.

Getting into the recording space, you felt your palms getting damp and your head slightly dizzy. Shawn must have felt your uneasiness and he placed the microphones opposite of one another, so that the only thing in front of you was Shawn and no one else. This little gesture put your nerves at bay and with a final confirmation, Shawn signaled for Andrew to start recording.

Throughout the song, your eyes were focused on the piece of paper which contained the words that came out of your mouths. You didn’t dare take a glimpse of Andrew, fearing that if you saw his disappointment you would collapse and this whole procedure would be wasted. Surely, this was the last thing you wanted, the first one being to please Shawn and not to embarrass him. He trusted you enough to get Andrew to agree and have you here singing so you just couldn’t betray his trust.

Reaching the main chorus, your eyes travelled to Shawn who was giving his all during the song and it dawned on you that it was the first time in a while that you were seeing him recording a song. Only this time, you were a part of it too. Shawn’s eyes fell on yours and the smile he gave you was enough to let you know that you were doing a pretty decent job for a first time. You knew that the song was going to be a bop nonetheless and being with Shawn in the act, really made you understand why all of his songs always made it at the top of the charts.

‘’ I love it when you call me Señorita

I wish I could pretend I didn’t need ya

But every touch is ooh la la la

It’s true la la la

Ooh I should be running

Ooh you know I love it

When you call me Señorita

I wish it wasn’t so damn hard to leave ya

Ooh I should be running

Ooh you keep me coming for ya’’

Shawn really adored the way the song was turning out. When he had first scanned the lyrics, the only person he could picture himself singing it with was you. The thing that he felt most freaked out about was that you both had first started seeing each other as friends before this fling between you two had developed. So, at least for Shawn, this song was once again speaking to him on another level. He felt really connected with it and now that he was singing with you, it made him feel even more connected to you as well. It would be a thing that would always remind you of what you are capable of when you are together and how the one makes the other discover something fresh for themselves.

Andrew was dumbfounded when you both started singing together and he was positive this was going to be another success for Shawn. He felt really relieved that you had decided to give this a go since the music industry was a department that was always in need of fresh blood and upcoming artists who had a flash of talent. Besides, the chemistry you had with Shawn was authentic and rare so the need to construct something similar with someone else was totally unnecessary.

‘’All along I’ve been coming for ya

And I hope it meant something to ya

Call my name I’ll be coming for ya

Coming for ya, coming for ya, coming for ya

For ya

(Ooh she loves it when I come)

For ya

Ooh I should be running

Ooh you keep me coming

For ya"

The song came to an end and if it wasn’t for the air conditioning unit in the small room, you would be a sweating mess. The look you exchanged with Shawn while the last words of the song were being spoken, really showed you how much Shawn loved you and that he truly believed you deserved to be loved by other people for your immense talented soul.

‘’And it’s a wrap. Guys…’’ Andrew started and you closed your eyes, not really wanting to be confronted or let down by his next words.

‘’You were fucking bomb. This is gonna be the song of the century. Well done. And Shawn, thanks for persuading our little star here to work with us’’ he said giving you a high-five.

Hearing Andrew’s words lifted all the weight off of your shoulders and you felt ten times lighter. Never in your wildest dreams had you imagined working with Shawn in a professional and official manner but here you were, blowing both of the boys away with your singing.

‘’Wow. That was-‘’ you didn’t let Shawn finish his sentence and you connected his lips with your very own in a passionate kiss.

‘’Thank you. For this amazing experience and for believing in me when I just didn’t’’ you truthfully said to him and his arms tightened around your shorter frame.

‘’I thank you for bringing out the rest of the passion I have for this job. You see, singing with you makes me feel things. And now that it happened for a much larger audience, it made me the happiest man alive’’.

Just before you could say or do anything else Andrew’s voice echoed through the walls, making you both jump.

‘’Don’t rest on your laurels kiddos. We still have a music video to shoot!’’

[lilmisslibra]

Movie Night

Nordic 5-some for Anon! I’m very sorry this took so long; I took up the gauntlet and fumbled it...

Most people would call it complicated, ask a lot of questions. How did you even find a bed big enough for five people? Whose house would you sleep at? How would you walk down the street holding hands? How did sex work?

The reality was far from dramatic. They pushed two king-sized beds together (although Sweden kept talking about building a huge bed when he found the time), they spent most of the time at Denmark’s house (it was the coziest, you know?), and they tended to walk together as an amorphous blob taking up the entire sidewalk. And, of course, the last question was no one’s business but their own.

It wasn’t that complicated at all, actually. They had all ended up together naturally after several centuries of fighting and loving each other. The realization that they all belonged together was like seeing color for the first time; everything suddenly made sense and was beautiful.

They didn’t spend that much time all together, their schedules were too hectic. But when they did finally get together, they made it count. This usually involved locking themselves in someone’s house for approximately 24 hours.

For example, today, they were curled up on the mega-bed watching a movie. Finland had picked this time, which meant they were all subjected to 130 minutes of excessive gore.

“Just once, could you pick something nice to watch?” asked Iceland, burying his face in Sweden’s right shoulder as one character was cleaved in half.

“Your movies aren’t exactly pleasant to watch,” Norway retorted from the edge of the bed where he was perched with Finland. Iceland liked to subject his lovers to films that could only be described as art school theses on opiates.

“Of course, you’re enjoying this, too, Nor. You’re both sick.”

“You are what you eat, Ice,” Finland shot back cheerfully.

“Then I guess that makes you an ass, Fin.”

“Proudly.”

This kind of banter was normal for them, although Iceland and Norway perpetuated it the most. Once the two of them got going, they could trade insults for hours. They all liked to join, when they could get a word in, usually Finland being successful and Denmark being just a little too slow. Sweden would listen quietly and just at the right movement swoop in with such a well-chosen insult that everyone would go silent. It was all in good fun, and they’d have a laugh about it afterwards. It was just something they had done as long as they’d known each other, and the benefit of knowing someone as long as they had was that you always had dirt on them.

“Alright, but Fin, this is really too much for me,” Denmark protested, burying his face in Sweden’s left shoulder as one character was separated from her head.

“Mhm,” grunted Sweden in agreement, carefully examining the duvet.

“You guys are just being babies,” Finland chided. “We’ve all seen worse.”

“That doesn’t mean I enjoy watching it,” Iceland argued.

“Why don’t we watch a nice nature documentary instead?” Denmark suggested. They all protested loudly to this idea.

Finally, Denmark stood up from the bed and led Sweden and Iceland to the kitchen while Norway and Finland stayed behind to finish the movie. He put on the kettle and gathered three mugs from the cupboard. It was too late at night for coffee – even for five Nordics – so they each selected a tea bag from his collection. The three of them cuddled on the couch and tried to ignore the terrified screams emitting from the bedroom. Denmark dozed off, as he often did when he sat anywhere after 8pm. Iceland quickly took his tea before it fell to the floor then looked sideways as Sweden began to nod off as well.

“Don’t you fall asleep, too,” he said. “I can’t carry either one of you.”

They had all shared a bed many times throughout the centuries, and they had it down to an art. Norway woke up the earliest and therefore had to be on the outer edge, lest he wake everyone by grumpily crawling over them in the morning. Iceland slept the longest, and waking him too early made him nearly intolerable until lunch time, so he had the spot in the middle. The rest shuffled in to place as they liked, and tonight Finland cuddled next to Iceland with Denmark following close behind while Sweden slipped in between Norway and Iceland. It was a cool autumn night, so they could snuggle close together without waking up sticky with sweat.

Tomorrow, they would have breakfast and argue over the proper way to drink coffee and most likely hurl more insults, but none of them would take it seriously. It really wasn’t that complicated, they just loved each other.

[emphoenixcat]

Hiii, not having the best of nights with lots of stress and stuff, would it be okay if I asked for a quick cute logicality one shot? Your writing always makes me feel better, it's so we'll written with amazing imagery, and you portray all of the sides so well. Your transitions from one scene to another are immaculate, and your punctuation and grammar are astounding, I just love your writing so much, and tbh you'll probably always be my go to writer bc of your skills😊 (1/2)

Aww, thank you for the compliment, my friend

Warnings: uhhh, just food mention and sympathetic/tiny deceit. I didn’t think about it til after I already started writing it, but hopefully anon’s not bothered by that character.

Logan walked through the front door, ready to fall face first into his soft warm bed. Today had been horrendously long and all he wanted to do was relax, but he knew that such luxuries had to wait. He still had to help Patton prepare snacks for Ro’s soccer team; they had practice today and it was his turn to provide refreshments.

So the tired science teacher stumbled into the kitchen and found his handsome husband already hard at work, making sandwiches as he danced around the kitchen and hummed along to the radio. Logan couldn’t help but sleepily smile at his partner’s adorable antics.

“You need some help there, Pat?”

Patton turned, smiling sheepishly, “Hey, honeybee! Yeah, I guess I could use a bit of help,” he kissed Logan’s cheek in greeting and ruffled his hair affectionately. “How was work?”

“Exhausting,” the teacher admitted.

“Oh dear,” Patton frowned, “I think you need my pattonted coffee and kisses cure! At least until you can get some well-deserved shuteye.”

Logan chucked, “What would I do without you?”

“You’d be sleeping on students’ desks and trying to skip out on teaching,” Patton laughed.

One of their sons walked in just then, breaking the moment. “Daaaaaad!” their youngest boy cried.

“What is it, kiddo?”

Dee sniffled, his eyes wide and watery, “My cape ripped.”

Patton knelt down to inspect the tear, “Don’t worry, we should be able to repair it with no problem! Just let me and Logan finish up in the kitchen first.”

“Why not now?” Dee insisted, looking up at them with puppy dog eyes.

Before his husband could answer, Logan put a reassuring hand on Pat’s shoulder, “I could repair his cape for you. We both know he’ll refuse to go anywhere unless his magician’s costume is complete, he’s practically as picky as Roman was with his prince costume.”

“I’m not picky,” Dee protested.

Logan rolled his eyes, smirking, “Sure you’re not.”

“Thank you, Lo,” Patton said, accepting his help.

“No problem, Pat.”

It took awhile, but Dee was soon wearing his cape and happily waving his toy wand once more. 

Patton came into the room, and Roman in his red and white-colored soccer uniform was behind him holding a small cooler full of the prepared refreshments. Dee flounced over to the others, flicking his wand at his older sibling, “You are now the bestest knight in all of the kingdom! The other team doesn’t stand a chance!”

Roman grinned at his little brother, “Can’t do it without my best mage, of course! But you know who else might need a little bit of magic right now?”

“Is it Virgil?” Dee tilted his head curiously.

“You got it!” Roman nodded and Dee dashed upstairs excitedly, his cape fluttering behind him.

“That was really nice of you, Ro,” Patton commended him. 

“Yeah, well I could tell that the emo nightmare was getting anxious about his upcoming piano recital.”

The stairs creaked as the aforementioned middle child made his way down the stairs with Dee at his side.

“Hey, kiddo! You ready for piano practice?”

“Yeah, I think so.”

Logan could understand Virgil’s nervous energy, after all this was the last practice before his recital. However, Logan knew that Virgil was quite talented; he had a way of getting lost in the music….the hobby really seemed to help clear his worried mind. 

“I have the utmost confidence in you, Virgil,” Logan reassured.

Virgil nodded, his bangs falling into his face, “Thanks, pa.”

Snacks packed, capes fixed, and kids comforted….they headed out to the car. Patton drove to the music place first, dropping Logan and Virgil off, waving happily before whizzing down the street to soccer practice. 

They had a schedule for busy days like this, Logan and Patton taking turns at Ro’s soccer practice and Virge’s piano practice each week; Dee was usually happy to go with either of them, just as long as he was able to dress however he pleased. On game days and recital days, they cleared their schedules and went together as a full family, usually stopping for pizza or something special afterward.

The Sander’s household was normally a rather hectic place, but they still made time for movie nights, video games, and impromptu dance sessions. It was mostly thanks to Patton making sure that no one was overworking themselves. Logan didn’t know how his partner managed to do it, but he loved him so much for it. Logan loved his entire family, he would do anything for them….no matter how tired he sometimes was.

He patiently sat at a table in the piano room, grading a few papers as Virgil’s fingers danced across the keys. At some point, the drowsy science teacher fell into a light sleep, music easing his mind.

“Pa? Wake up, pa.”

“Hmm?”

Virgil giggled a bit, “Dad’s here to pick us up.”

Logan opened his eyes, groggy and confused, “But what about your piano lesson?”

“You slept through most of it,” Virgil smirked.

“’m sorry, your music was just so good that it lulled me to sleep.”

“Now, I know you’re out of it. You’re starting to sound like dad.”

Logan laughed, finally waking up enough to gather his things and head out the door with his son.

Once they finished dinner and made sure that all the kids were ready for bed and tucked in comfortably, Patton and Logan plopped down on their own bed, both agreeing on watching one movie before they themselves called it a day.

Logan was just settling in peacefully next to Patton when the phone rang.

He groaned and let out an exasperated sigh, wondering who could be calling at such a time. Reluctantly, he answered the call and almost instantly regretted it.

It was one of his student’s parents, calling to complain about her child’s grades.

“I just don’t understand how she got a C on her math test, Mr. Sanders.”   

Logan rolled his eyes, mouthing to Patton, ‘This may take awhile.’ 

Patton scooted closer, listening to the lady on the other end of the phone.

“Mr. Sanders? Are you still there?”

“Of Course, Mrs. Ollins. What exactly did you need?”  

“My daughter got a C on her test! I think you need to regrade her paper.”

“I don’t regrade tests, Mrs, Ollins. If I do it for one student, it simply wouldn’t be fair to my other students, you understand.”

“No I DON’T understand. Mr. S, this isn’t fair–”

The teacher pinched the bridge of his nose, feeling completely drained of energy. He really wanted to just hang up on the lady and deal with her later, but that would be unprofessional and impolite, two things that Logan tried very hard not to be. So instead he listened to the angry parent drone on and on about the subject as he uselessly tried to explain the situation.

At some point though, Patton had began to smirk mischievously, leaving the teacher curious. What was his husband up to? 

It didn’t take him long to find out as Patton took Logan’s free hand and began to softly kiss his palm, pressing his warm lips up the length of his arm. Logan shivered in surprise and nearly dropped the phone.

Patton smiled innocently as if he didn’t know what he was doing, but at this point the kisses were up to Logan’s neck. 

His voice trembled slightly as he tried his best to speak professionally into the phone, “Um, uh–”

“Yes, what is it? Will you regrade my daughter’s test?” 

“No, I’m afraid not. If it’s still a problem to you, then I suggest arranging a meeting with either me or another faculty member.”

“What?! This is an outrage–”

But Logan was barely listening because Patton was running his hands through his hair and staring intently into his eyes.

It took him a moment to remember he needed to hang up, “Mrs. Ollins, while I do encourage parents to voice their questions or concerns, I’d much rather you do it at a more appropriate time of day. Have a splendid evening.” He heard her make a sound of protest right before he placed the phone back on the receiver. 

He would have another hectic day ahead of him for sure, but none of that mattered now as Patton pulled him in for a long and passionate kiss.

[awakeshedreams]

Won’t You Let Me Love You?

Credit to original gif owner.

Prompt: "let me love you."

Pairing: Jungkook X Reader

Summary: Jungkook wants you let him love you like a man loves a woman but you're making it hard.

Genre: Smut, Angst, Fluff if you squint.( one shot)

Wordcount: 3.1k

Warnings: infidelity, Jungkook being a soft heart breaking baby boi and rough heart breaking d*dd* at the same time rip yeah that's about it!

Request:

A/N: Hey guys ! So this was unfinished in my drafts and I decided to finish it up and post it real quick ~ I wanted to get this up before the comeback because it's gonna be stressful and hectic but still fun you know but imma be even more mentally messed up shshsh anyways I hope you guys enjoy this piece and have a great day/night 💜 P.S ignore any grammatical errors I really can't write for shit now especially and I apologise for the shit smut anon :")

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The moment you walk into your apartment you feel like collapsing onto the floor.

You were so tired.

Work was hectic today, for some reason everyone just couldn't do shit well and so you had to take over. Not only that but none of the meetings were productive.

Not to mention that your good for nothing cheating husband had come to work and asked about him.

You of course ignored him, feeling that you didn’t even need to explain yourself to the likes of someone as trashy as him. How can he act like he cares about what you're doing and who you were sleeping with when he had broken his vow and has been fucking any young in a skirt for a long while now.

You had him escorted out of your office, reminding him of what you would do if he came close to Jungkook and tried to hurt him. You were very protective of Jungkook, you would do anything to protect him.

That aside, you're very glad that today was Friday and next 2 days would be spent at home.

You would get to spend more time with him.

Jungkook. He would be so happy, it’s not every weekend you come back to him and spend the whole time with him.

“Y/N-noona?”

Speaking of the devil, you smirk.

You hear his voice call and you can tell that he is probably sat in the living room.

You take off your shoes and head in further.

“Jungkook,” you smile once he comes insight, sat on the floor in front of the large screen T.V. watching anime.

He's such a kid.

He smiles back at you and you open your arms wide, inviting him into your welcoming embrace.

He doesn’t hesitate to immediately get up on his feet, almost running to you and you can’t help but chuckle at how excited he is.

You almost fall over once he comes at you with full force, but his strong arm around your waist pulls you closer and into him.

“Welcome back,” Jungkook says into the crook of your neck with a sudden change in tone, sounding raspier and deeper, the heat of his breathe on your neck making the hair on your body stand as you feel the pit of your tummy stir.

“Thank you,” you smile nervously as you caress the nape of his neck with shaking fingers.

“Noona, are you okay?” he asks and you swear you feel him smirk against your neck but you don’t address it.

“So how was college?” you ask as you clear your throat and manage to pull away from the hug, resting your hands over his solid chest while his arms stays around your waist still quite tight, not leaving much space between the two of you.

He immediately frowns and you furrow your brows.

“Jungkook? What’s wrong? Is everything okay at college?” you ask in concern as you place a hand on his cheek and look into his eyes.

“Can we not talk about it.” He says rather than ask, seeming quite upset and angry about something.

“Jungkook, what’s going on? I’m pretty sure I’ve paid for the whole semester already? Are the bothering you still? Or is the money for the textbook not enough, I’ll send more-“ you begin but you are cut off when Jungkook abruptly grabs your hand over his cheek, making you flinch.

“For once, please, when I'm with you, can you stop reminding me that I'm just a horny and poor brat who leeches off of your money?” He glares at you and you swear you hear his voice falter.

You sigh as you close your eyes. Not again.

For some reason, Jungkook has been as moody as a teenager as of recently and you found it cute how he wanted to spend more time with you; he had even suggested the idea of spending the weekend together. You were quite happy about it and didn’t think much of It, Jungkook was shy outside the bedroom, he didn’t speak too much or voice his own opinions that much. So that for you was progress.

And it wasn’t even that he was uncomfortable with you. He just liked the idea of you taking care of him and being in charge, he would tell you to order for the both of you, he never once denied any of the gifts you had gotten him even if they weren’t really his cup of tea, he would also let you take control in the room sometimes.

But as of recently, it seems that something was off. He would be doing the most to almost appear... macho? It’s like when a teenager begins to rebel and act like an adult, they’re done being babied and taken care of and just want to be the boss of everything and let people know, in this case let you know. It's like he’s trying to make a point. It almost seemed like he was attempting to compete with your husband, which he didn’t have to because he was already 100 times better in every aspect.

“Jungkook, is there something going on that you're not telling me about?” you ask feeling slightly fed up and wanting him to get straight to the point.

He looks at you for a while before walking off to the room.

You furrow your brows as you huff. Who does he think he is ?

You stomp down the living room following him with hot heels, managing to grab his hand before he fully walked in.

“Jungkook you brat, I’m talking you, I asked you a damn question, and I expect you to answ-" you begin but he turns around and shoves you against the wall, trapping you in between his hands that slammed against the wall beside your head as he hovered over you.

“What do you think you're-" you begin again feeling livid but your words are swallowed by Jungkook who has crashed his lips against yours.

You protest at first, but it’s hard to resist and slowly, your lips start moving in sync, like they always do.

You gasp into the kiss when one hand applies pressure on the curve of your back to push your lower body closer to him and you feel the shape his hard member press against your belly.

He takes that chance to deepen the kiss, tounges mingling as he smirks against your lips.

You wrap your arms around his neck as he begins unbuttoning your top, revealing your lace bra.

He fondles your breasts and pinches your hardening nipple through your flimsy bra, making you moan in pleasure.

He pulls aways suddenly, the both of a pair of panting heaving messes.

“I’m not a kid Noona, or do I have to remind you?” he says with a raspy deep voice as his dark lust filled eyes bore into yours and you feel a shudder run down your spine.

“Baby, You think you can remind me?” You taunt with a playful smirk.

“Oh I can, and I will. And this time, I’ll make sure you never forget.” He smirks wickedly and you feel your knees give up on you.

But all you do is huff and try to hide how affected you are.

“I'll let you try,” you smirk and he just stares at you with an unreadable expression.

You want to ask him what’s on his mind but he cuts you off by crashing his lips onto yours and pressing his body flush onto yours, hands roaming all over your body as you wrap your arms around his neck and pull him closer.

“Jump.” He says in between the kiss and you do, he hoists you up by his hold on your waist so you end up wrapping your legs around his waist.

He moves from your lips to placing kisses around your jaw, making you whimper when he sucks harshly at a soft spot just below your ear before proceeding to trail kisses down your neck, sucking lightly.

“Y/N- noona, you might think I'm just a little boy but you and i both know I'm more of a man , a gentleman even, than your husband will ever be in a lot of ways.” He says as he smirks against your neck.

You moan when he presses his hard member against your clothed throbbing core, proving his point.

“J-jungkook,”

He inches your skirt up, until it comes to bunch up your waist.

You hear the sound of metal clanking while he continues torturing the expense of your collar bones and without warning, the tip of his already free cock is rubbing at our clothed core.

Your head rolls back at the feeling of him smearing his precum on the wet spot on your panties, the friction of your underwear rubbing against your folds and clit making you moan as your grip on his hair tightened.

“I want you Jungkook,” you pant and you feel him smirk against your neck.

He doesn’t do anything, in fact he halts in his motion.

Your eyes shoot open as you furrow your brows.

“Jungkook please-"

Your breath hitches as he shoves himself in you balls deep, his whole cock filling you in so well that you roll your head back in pleasure and claw at the nape of his neck, leaving red nail marks that you'd need to treat later.

As rough as he is trying to be, he lets you adjust for a bit before he starts moving.

He is merciless with his sharp hip movements, he pounds into you, making sure you feel him hit your g spot with every thrust as your nails dig into the skin of his shoulders.

“Can your pussy of a husband fuck you like this, huh?” he demands to know, thrusting harder into you as he stresses his words.

“No, only you,” you moan as your head rolls back when he starts kissing your neck, his soft actions contrasting his savage thrusts.

You feel like your about to fall apart but his strong arms around your waist keeps you up as he fucks you into the wall, taking your breathe away with every thrust as you feel your orgasm get closer.

You hold him tighter as you buck your hips against his wildly before coming undone around him, twitching as your juices covered his cock.

He let's your feet fall onto the floor once he pulls out, and you almost fall but he wraps his arm around your waist.

You’re a panting mess as you lean against the wall and try to catch your breathe.

“We're not done.” Jungkook whispers in your ear, sounding as energetic as ever.

“What?” Your eyes shoot open.

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You were now laying in bed, Jungkook arms wrapped around your waist pulling your bare back tight into his naked chest.

You were exhausted, Jungkook didn’t give you a break and you're not complaining because you enjoyed every moment of it.

Still, this position after sex wasn’t a regular one.

More often than not, Jungkook would be fast asleep on your chest, or at least pretending to be. He would wrap his hands around your waist tight so you wouldn’t be able to leave in the morning thinking he’s asleep.

“Noona?” he calls out, chest vibrating against your back.

“Yea?”

“Um, I... I’m sorry for being a brat earlier.” He confesses into your neck and you smile, bringing your hand up to pat his cheek.

“Its okay, Jungkook.” You reassure but you can sense that he still has more to say.

“Its just I... got mad when you brought college up and how you pay for it. And it's not that I'm ungrateful for it or anything it’s just...”

“Its just what Jungkook?” you ask as you turn around to face him, and you giggle at how flustered he looked. Even in the dimly lit room, you could see a faint red tint sprinkled over his cheeks.

“Its just, for me, this, what we have and what we are is more than just that. You’re more than just a ‘sugar mommy’ to me and I want to be more than just your ‘sugar baby.” He confesses all the while looking into your eyes and this time, it’s your turn to be flustered.

“W-what do you mean?” you ask, clearing your throat when your voice cracked mid way.

“I mean, I like you. A lot.” He says as he giggles and you look at him stunned with your mouth slightly agape.

“Huh?” is all you manage to say after awhile sitting up, covering your bare chest with the sheets.

“I like you a lot. I think I might be in love even.” He shrugs as he sits up too and you look at him like he’s mad.

Him... in love with you?

You furrow your brows as you try grasp the confession and connect the dots... is that why he was acting a lot more clingier and has been trying to impress you by being independent?

“Why?” you ask in a low voice.

“What do you mean why Noona? You're acting really silly.” Jungkook chuckles.

But when his eyes land on your face and he takes in your glassy eyes his eyes widen.

You begin sobbing. And Jungkook is immediately panicking.

“Noona, why are you crying?”

You don’t respond but instead just wrap your arms around his neck and nuzzle your neck into the crook.

It’s been so long since you’ve actually heard any sort of verbal romantic and affectionate confession from anyone and it’s just so overwhelming.

Jungkook slowly wraps his arms around you as he awkwardly pats your back, trying to comfort you.

“You're such a prick! I thought you hated me and were going to leave...” you cry as you try to hide your true thoughts  and he chuckles.

“I’m sorry I made you think that.”

After a while of silence you finally stop crying, but you stay in his arms.

“Jungkook,” you call and he hums.

“For liking me, a lot. Thank you.” You say and he doesn’t respond.

“But I hope you know that there are better people out there, not some horny lady who is taking advantage of your unfortunateness and youth for her own good. You deserve better. Maybe it’s because I’m the only one you’ve been sleeping with for some time now. Maybe this is a sign I should let you go-“

“Noona!” Jungkook cuts you off, voice shaky with his grip on you tighter than ever, afraid that if he loosens even a bit, you'll walk away.

You pull away, trying your best to keep your face stoic as your heart broke at the sight of his now red nose and glassy eyes.

“Noona, pretend I never said anything. Let’s get back to how it was. I’m sorry.” He says as he holds onto your hand and you try so hard to hold back another sob as you shut your eyes.

“Jungkook,”

“Noona I swear, I promise I’ll be a good boy and I won't-"

“Jungkook!” You shout, making Jungkook flinch as a tear escapes your eye.

“It's over.” You say firmly before getting off the bed, your hand slipping out Jungkook's grip that had gone loose.

“Don't worry about anything. I’m going to keep funding you. You can continue staying here too. You’re a good kid and you’re very talented, I’m not going to give up on your dreams because of this. I believe in you.” You say once you reach the door, not turning to look at him even once but you can already guess how he is.

You can hear him sniffling, just how red was his nose now? Just how puffy were his eyes? Just how much tears has he shed? Your heart is still curious and longs to see his face but you don't turn around.

He doesn’t respond.

“Goodnight Jungkook.” You say before heading out, picking up your discarded clothing and putting it on before grabbing your shoes and heading for the door, hands resting hesitantly over the doorknob before you finally open the door and walk out. You weren’t going to spending the weekend, or any other weekend how you'd imagine you would, after all.

When you get into your car, you sit in silence for awhile.

And then you start crying, silently sobbing behind the tinted glass of your range rover, almost a whole hundred storeys down but still you don’t want Jungkook to hear, see or know about your current situation. You laugh at your self.

“How can you be heartbroken at your big age, Y/N?” you mock your self.

You can’t be selfish anymore than you had been, Jungkook was young and had so many dreams and he was so talented. He has so much of the world to see before he decides that of all people in the world, he would be with you. You had used his poor financial situation for your own benefit, he was such an angel but you were so selfish.

He doesn't know what he’s talking about, he doesn't really mean it, that’s what you tell  yourself again and again.

But you fear that’s not true. And selfishly, you anticipate that not being true at the same time.

Even still, it didn’t matter how you felt. It was best to let him go.

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HEHE so that's it ~ tell me how you guys liked it and let me know if you have any requests 💜

[imagineclaireandjamie]

Flood my Mornings: Hectic

This story takes place in an AU in which Jamie travels through the stones two years after Culloden and finds Claire and his child in 1950 Boston.

See all past installments via Bonnie’s Master List

Previous installment: Big Top 

Anon suggested: In FMM, how about a stressful day in the Fraser house? As much as I adore the fluff, I would love to see how they manage a more hectic scenario 

March,1952

It truly is uncanny, that supernatural power that comes with having children: the moment you endeavor to switch things up a bit, to invite friends over for dinner, to be just that tiny bit spontaneous, everything goes to pot in a New York minute. 

I’d seen Marian at the end of my shift and happily-heedlessly made the invitation for that very evening. She’d readily accepted, said she’d be there in a few hours with Tom, and that was that. I spent the bus ride home mentally formulating the menu, and thought it would be a relatively simple affair. 

Except, the bus ended up being seriously delayed due to traffic, putting me home extremely late. Penelope had been terribly apologetic about it, but had had to leave as soon as I stepped over the threshold. I hadn’t had even the basic forethought to phone ahead and get her to go to the market, so I’d had to bundle up both children into the car; haul them around the market while I tried to remember my mental ingredients list; apologize to the other shoppers for my brood’s caterwauling, for neither was on their best behavior (Ian was cutting a tooth and making sure the world knew it); apologize to the manager when Bree managed to upset a giant pyramid of oranges; haul both tiny terrors back to the house along with the groceries; unbundle both babes and bags in the freezing rain that had had the gall to start up during the drive; set Ian down for a nap; start preparing the recipe; set Bree up in the living room with a coloring book; greet Jamie as he got home from Fernacre; appraise him of the night’s plans, and ask (beg) for help in getting the house presentable; smell something burning; sprint back to the kitchen; try to salvage the burnt onion gunk from the stovetop.... 

....and that’s when Bree staggered into the kitchen, bawling her eyes out. 

“What’s wrong?” I said, glancing over to make sure she wasn’t bleeding, which was today’s bar for toddler catastrophes. I mean, she’d been howling in some fashion for the better part of the last hour, after all, so I didn’t feel too terribly about being rather cursory in asking, “Did you hurt yourself?” 

Sob. Cough. Sniff. Coughing sob of : “Noooooooo....” 

I transferred the hurriedly-scrubbed pan back to the stove. “Alright then, why are you crying?” 

Cough. Sob. Wail: “—the—CRAYONNnnnnnn—” 

I forced a deep breath. “What about your crayon, darling?” 

Higher, louder wail. “I DINNA—LIKE THE—GREEN ONE—” 

“You don’t—What??” 

Just then, Jamie walked in, broom and dustpan in hand, with a dustbunny clinging to his 5 o’clock shadow. At the same time, Ian started screeching from his crib in the room he and Bree now shared. Distracted by the chorus of cries now echoing round the house like some hellish opera, Jamie stared blankly at Bree for a minute before blinking and scooting around her, heading to the dustbin. 

“What’s got ye upset, cub?” he asked over his shoulder, for once sounding as impatient as me. Good not to be the only parent at the end of one’s rope. 

“That—GREEN—W—W—ONNNNE,” Bree sobbed, her face red as an apple and streaming with snot. 

Jamie threw a harried glance at me. “What’s she—?”

“A green crayon is upsetting her for some reason? I think?” I sighed as I tried to salvage my recipe. 

“Then dinna use the green one,” Jamie said, matter-of-fact, putting away the broom and looking for a clean rag. 

“I CANNA DINNA USE IT,” she wailed stamping up and down in her despair, “IT—NEEDS—A—GREEEEEEEN.” 

“Find another type of green, then, lass. There’s a whole box, no?” 

“NOOO, that’s not.... the thing!!” she cried, her hands coming up around her face, “I CANNA—”

“Brianna,” Jamie said sharply, stooping down and looking her directly in the eye. “Mummy and Da are very busy just now trying to get the house ready for Tom and Marian.” 

“I NEED A—” 

“—Ye need to go be quiet somewhere until we have things in hand, aye? Can ye be a big lass and do that?” 

She sobbed harder, her little mouth wrenching up into a perfect, comical rainbow arc. Jamie gave her a quick kiss on the head, then a nudge toward the door. “Go on, now, mo chridhe.” 

She staggered back out, bouncing off the frame in her distraught state. 

“Thank you,” I said, genuinely, if a bit frazzled as I stirred my new concoction. “I did not have the patience to coax out what exactly the green crayon had done to offend her. How much time do we have?” 

“Thirty-five minutes,” he said, checking his watch. “What else can I do?” 

“Oh, let me think...!” I had to raise my voice over the screeching of both children, which had suddenly spiked, persistent as air raid sirens. “The 12 or 93 other things I forgot were undone when I heedlessly invited friends over?”

“It’ll be an enjoyable evening, once it’s begun,” he said firmly, kissing me quickly on the cheek before moving to wash his hands. “It’s been too long since we hosted them.” 

“Let’s hope they like scalded chowder.” 

“They’ll be kind, no matter what, but I’m sure you’re no’ giving yourself enough credit.” 

“I’m SURE you’re wrong,” I groaned, wrinkling my nose as I lifted the lid off the pot, then replaced it quickly in denial. 

We both rushed about madly, trying to finish the final tidying, I to prepare the rest of the food. Que sera, sera on that front. 

I caught sight of Jamie’s watch and gasped. “DAMN it, and I still need to bathe, and....” 

“What is it?” he said warily, cocking his head at my abrupt silence. 

“.....Why is it so quiet?” 

“No, Ian,” Bree was saying firmly, pulling the cardboard book out of his mouth and lifting it back up above their heads. “Gotta read, no’ eat it.” 

We were standing in the doorway of the children’s room, unseen, getting to be flies on the wall for this tableau. 

Bree had apparently managed to monkey-climb up into Ian’s crib. She was down on her back next to him, her feet propped up against the back wall of the crib. She had brought a picture book, and was “reading” to him, a little schoolmistress diligently instructing her protégé. 

“And-then, the kitties all ran around the grass....Kitties say meeeeee-owww, okay? Say it!” 

Ian gurgled and cooed, entranced by his sister’s sense of command. 

“Okay, you can do it later....” A turned page. “But the black kitty was sayin’ ‘Meee-ow-halloooo, all the kitten-friends! Wanna come play on the treehouse?’ And-then all the kittens-friends say ‘AYE! LET’S DO IT!’ and-then they go over up the treehouse and they’re all excited to eat cookies and milkshakes, and THEN ac-shully what-had-happened-was—” 

Even though we were both sweaty from chores, even though guests would be arriving in a twinkling, even though God-knew-what-mayhem was unfolding on the stovetop, neither Jamie nor I seemed able to drag ourselves away from the utter sweetness of that little brown head curled right up next to the red one. 

[wannawrite]

Sushi? Sue Me

who?: Yuehua’s Justin Huang

genre: 🌸 

type: scenario 

word count: 2K [2017 dabs] - can write a lot about food I’m sorry

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• based off this prompt Iris sent to me 

• sushi is really addicting full offence

dedicated to my baby Iris @alliwannado-w1 tysm for always saving my ass, I’ll protect you always 💖and the TWO anons who wanted Justin fluff, I’m here with it. Sorry if it took long!

- Admin L

“So babe, what do you want to eat this time?” Justin asked, squeezing your hand as the both of you walked along the pavement of one of the hottest food streets in the city.

Justin reached up to pull his hood over his head so the fit was more snug. He loved the Autumn weather but it was nice to stay warm and toasty.

Mhm, toast. Toast and ice cream....

His face was already tinged the lightest shade of baby pink from the cold, yet he craved ice cream. But before deciding on what you two should eat for lunch, he needed your opinion. If his baby was happy, he would be happy too. But honestly, Justin was not picky about food, as long as the food was tasty.

“Who’s paying?” You shot back, cheekily.

You and your boyfriend had a systematic way of deciding on who pays the bill if you chose the restaurant, you pay. As you were slightly more particular about the food you wanted to try, your wallet ended up throwing out more cash than you tucked in.

Justin shrugs, pouting a little. “Ah, you paid last time so I can, but you can choose for today. I trust your intuition.”

He glanced at the watch on his wrist, fifteen minutes had passed just wandering around the food street. He rubbed his lips together, wondering if there would be enough time.

“Do you mind sushi? Other than raw fish of course,” you suggested, pointing to a mid-range sushi restaurant that was featured in the newspapers recently. You only ever read the restaurant recommendations section of the news, cutting out write-ups of places that seemed appetising and creating a mini album of those. Whenever your friends needed a recommendation, they reached out to you.

“Sure!” Justin replied, grabbing your hand and rushing across the street.

Even though it had been a couple of months since you started dating, sparks still ignited when Justin held your hand, or when he hugged you, or whenever he said anything remotely sweet to you.

You poked his padded shoulder gently once you had safely reached the other side of the road. “Hey, won’t your nutritionist scold you again?” you pointed out. “Remember last week?”

As a trainee, there was no doubt that Justin followed a strict diet plan and exercise regime. After you had taken him out for fried chicken and ice cream on last week’s date, his trainer had given him an earful. Justin hid that fact from you and it was Ahn Hyungseob who had told you about that incident.

Justin ignored your question, continuing to make his way down the road to the restaurant door.

“Justin! Don’t get in any trouble okay? I’ll be watching you and the number of plates of sushi you order.”

If he got into more trouble, would he be dropped as a trainee?

Sometimes, you really worried about him and his hectic, demanding lifestyle. He deserved to eat sushi, a lot of it.

As you both approached the main entrance, the queue that snaked halfway around the block caught your attention. Your eyes widened in shock.

I guess it is lunch hour now...

It seemed as if everyone in the district had flocked to this particular restaurant for lunch. It was maddening.

There were groups of teenagers, a crowd of office workers grumbling about bitter coffee and adorable families with small children. Sushi seemed to bring everyone together.

“Oops, be careful,” Justin hummed when a toddler walked out of the red rope and into his leg. legs for days

He bent down to the child’s level, beaming. “Hi, go back safely to your parents, okay?” Justin gently pushed him back into the queue where his family was, away from the scary outside world.

You let out a soft ‘aw’ at the boy, before a staff came to break that moment, but only for a good reason.

“Hi, this queue will take an approximately thirty minutes to clear and sushi takes at least fifteen minutes to create and serve,” she informed, ushering the next customers in and answering anxious questions.

A disgruntled groan left your mouth, Justin did not have the luxury of time as his lunch break was only for an hour before he had to return to training. You did not have forty-five minutes to wait around for sushi, no matter how good it may taste. Justin had to return to training.

You bit your lip anxiously, turning to Justin, who in reply, sighed and shook his head.

“Babe, I’m sorry. We can’t eat here today,” he apologised, a blush filling his cheeks. It upset him too, knowing that his training did get in between dates with you.

You reached up to brush a stray lock of blonde hair out of his handsome face, smiling reassuringly. “It’s fine! We can always come again, no worries. Do you mind convenience store sushi and onigiri?” 

You knew full well that microwave meals were something that Justin was unfamiliar with, being brought up in an upper-class family definitely had its perks.

However, Justin agreed and sought out the nearest convenience store, hand in hand with you.

“At least now I’m eating a fixed portion,” he joked, picking out the packaged sushi from the refrigerator. “Oh babe, I remember you liked this kind of sushi, take another box.”

Your wallet said goodbye to another couple of dollar bills but at least, it was much less than elsewhere.

Guilt rooted within you, Justin was supposed to enjoy a nice lunch before heading back to Yuehua for more sweat and tears to be shed but here he was, at a convenience store he was probably sick of.

A frown was etched on Justin’s face when he saw the crestfallen look you carried, hands not ripping open the packet eagerly like you usually did. His hand reached to lift your jaw, such that you made direct eye contact with him.

“Babe, relax. I’ll take you there another time, okay?” he promised, smiling cheerfully. “You know I’ll love anything, just as long as it’s with you.”

“Cheers?” Justin offered, letting go of your face and offering his sushi - clasped between his chopsticks - to you.

The corners of your lips turned upwards as you bumped your sushi against his. Justin really knew how to cheer you up little by little.

“Cheers.”

Sushi was the last thing on your mind when Justin called you a few weeks later. He gave vague details but they promised a brunch date, and you were not one to argue with free food.

And quality time with your boyfriend, of course, that was your first priority.

You had long forgotten about that upscale sushi restaurant, it had been pushed to the very back of your mind, hidden in one of the small crevices.

The rain had drizzled a little just before you arrived at the busy food street. The ground was still dark, damp and puddles were a common sight all over the pavements. Despite the dreary weather, the food square was in full swing, bustling with life and traffic.

“Bao Bei!” someone hold me

The calls of your boyfriend were enough to send a smile playing on your lips, to ignite fireworks within you.

“Hi,” you greeted, sighing dreamily while clutching his hand. “So what’s the plan for today?”

“Remember that sushi place?” he questioned, anticipating your - hopefully - positive response. A smug look was written all over his face when you let out a shriek of excitement, hands flying to cover your mouth.

“Serious?”

It was genuinely touching how he remembered your eagerness to dine there, how much you wanted to grab a delicious Japanese meal with him.

Justin nodded, leading the way and even holding the door open for you. Even the smallest gesture still made your heart flutter.

After giving the menu a hasty once-over, you turned to him, locking eyes. “How much sushi can I order?”

“Well,” Justin paused to prop his head up with his hands. “How much can you eat?”

Your jaw dropped, then you pursed your lips, regaining composure. “Is that a challenge? Are you really asking me that?”

Justin grinned playfully, tapping a finger to his lips, pretending to be immersed in his deep thoughts.

“Maybe.”

My dad is going to kill me when the credit card bill comes...

Justin thought grimly, biting his lips in anxiety as he mentally counted the number of sushi plates stacked up.

Ahh, the red coloured plates cost more than the pink ones. Shit, there are more reds than pinks.

The restaurant was the kind that displayed platters of sushi on a conveyor belt that ran through the whole dining area. Ever since you occupied the booth, there were significantly fewer plates offered to the next couple of tables. A group of teenage boys seated directed behind your table groaned and spewed their complaints.

It was no secret your table was taking most of the plates, there were three stacks, each one organised by colour.

You walloped sushi like there was no tomorrow, as if you had been starved and deprived of the goodness of it. Truthfully, you were watching your diet and it had been awhile since you paid a visit to a sushi bar.

Justin managed to lick a lot more plates clean than you could, but to be fair, he was paying so he should eat the most. Honestly, the bill was at the very back of your mind when eating.

Ah! Five pink plates, two red ones and...eight blue plates? Add on the tray of sushi we ordered and shared....

It was giving Justin a headache just counting the final amount. He did all the calculations mentally, it would be too obvious if he whipped out his phone and went to the calculator app.

“Oh my gosh! I didn’t think they would have it here,” you exclaimed, scooping yet another pink ceramic plate off the belt and onto your table, wasting no time in digging in.

And that is another $5.50 added to the total which makes it...uhh

All Justin could do was try to sip his matcha and look nonchalant, but at the same time, his eyes trained on you.

Let’s be real, all he wanted was for his baby to be full, satisfied with the good food and enjoying themselves. He wanted to take you to this restaurant for forever. It seemed like you were having a blast, finally.

Ahh, what the hell. Money is really no issue, why am I fretting over that? I need to prioritise my sweetheart’s happiness. They look so cute just enjoying sushi and stuffing their face, what the hell man. I don’t even look this good while eating.

A dreamy look glazed over Justin’s features, it was satisfying to see you have a good appetite. He knew about the diet and all, even he had cheat days so you deserve them too.

After a long time, you noticed Justin’s unwavering gaze on you. His eyes were brimming with contentment.

“What is it?” You added the pink plate to the existing pile, gasping softly when you realised how much you had taken.

Ah, whatever. Today can serve as my official cheat day.

Justin chuckled and shifted in his seat, shaking his head slowly. His hand swiped another sushi platter off the conveyor belt. he needs to eat too okay

“Nothing.”

You furrowed your brow, setting your cup of matcha down after taking a long drink. “Ah yes, sure, you staring me like an Mnet camera is absolutely ‘nothing’. Believable.” you shot back, taking a sip of your tea again.

Justin dismissed it with a wave of his hand, stifling a laugh, he knew Mnet - maybe too well. His warm eyes scanned over you again, he nearly melted there and then.

“Come on, tell me! Is there something on my face?” You grabbed your pocket mirror and examined your features closely.

“Ah, whatever,” he said, almost shyly as a blush crept its way across his cheeks. “You just look cute as hell when you stuff your face with sushi.”

[bright-molina]

Summer (Part One)

Requested by anon

Hi love, just wondering if you would be willing to do a Harry hook imagine set in neverland where the reader is peter pans daughter and meets Harry but they don't know who each other are (Harry is without his hook for some reason etc) and they fall in love but discover who each other are after it's too late? Love your writing so much!!!

Summary: You had always wanted to go to Neverland and when you’re father refused you decided to take matters into your own hands. Little did you know that on that island you would meet the best thing that has ever happened to you.

Characters: Harry Hook, reader (daughter of Peter Pan)

Warnings: none i’m pretty sure

Word Count: 2579

A/N: Can I just say I loved this idea so much! I’m pretty sure this is going to be split up into two parts. The second one is actually all finished and queued up for tomorrow but anyway hope you guys like this one!

@booktvmoviefangirl

Requests and tags are always open (find my prompt list here)

You were determined to make it off Auradon. Well, first you had to find a way to sneak some pixie dust from your dad. Lucky for you, he didn’t keep it hidden. He did however keep it locked up. It wasn’t so much as wanting to leave your home than wanting to prove yourself to your father. His whole ‘never grow up’ thing had kind of hit a rough spot when you came into his life. You knew he loved you, more than anything. It was simply hard for him to act like a real father at times, though. Which was why you set out on this mission in the first place.

It wasn’t hard to borrow the key from Tinkerbell. Technically speaking she didn’t exactly know you had borrowed it. You had a strong feeling she wouldn’t realize it, as they were finishing preparing for the changing of the seasons. Spring to summer was always the most hectic, as they had to watch out for more people.

You waited until your dad had fallen asleep before moving towards the clear glass safe. Four turns forward, one turn back, turn the key. You smiled triumphantly when the box clicked open. After filling a small pouch with pixie dust you made your way to the top of the clock tower.

You had flown before, obviously. It was one of the first things you remember your dad teaching you to do. It wasn’t long before you were soaring up in the air and into the night sky. You were so focused on getting to Neverland that you didn’t notice a small rip on the bag, leaving pixie dust in your wake as you flew over the Isle of the Lost.

Harry had a feeling no one else noticed it. A blur of something golden flying overhead. For a second he thought the barrier had been taken down. But that wasn’t it. Instead he followed the trail of gold until he got to the edge of the Isle. It wasn’t until he stopped poking and prodding at everything that he realized that something felt different. Slowly he made his way to the end of the dock, expecting to be hit by the barrier. But the shock that came with trying to go through never hit. Instead he almost toppled off the end of the boating dock. He laughed before stepping back into the barrier. It was dust. He recognized the shimmer of gold on his hand immediately. The dust had no magical properties on the isle, he’d know. His dad used to have a whole bunch of it. When he found out it was useless he’d thrown it all in the ocean. But not before Harry managed to take a bit of it. He had exactly ten minutes to make it home and get his pixie dust before the magic wore out and the barrier closed again.

He ran for it. He was in such a hurry, turning his place upside down and throwing things back and forth and into a bag that by the time he left grabbing his hook once more had completely slipped his mind. He ran to the part of the barrier that was open and stepped to the edge again. After testing the dust and determining it worked he covered himself head to toe in it. Soon enough he got the dust to work and realized he was flying. His first thought was to go to Auradon. He’d wreck a bit of havoc then open up the barrier for his crew and everyone else.

But then he looked up and saw the stars. It was one of the only times he had seen them for what they really were. It was nighttime and everything was quiet, peaceful almost. Second star to the right. Those were the words that popped into his mind. He turned around in the air a few times before finding the star he was looking for. He didn’t hesitate before turning away from Auradon and flying in the direction of Neverland.

When you arrived in Neverland it was day again. You had a map of the island in your pocket, drawn by your father himself. He didn’t know you had taken it and you hoped he didn’t realize until after you were back. You had a strong feeling he wouldn’t even notice you were gone, as sad as it sounded. You simply sighed before sitting in the sand facing Skull Rock.

You wouldn’t have even noticed that there was another person there if it wasn’t for their constant mumbling. You stood up and walked out of your shade to find the source of the mumbling. He was walking down the beach. You stood with your hands on your hips and he didn’t notice you until he was only a couple yards away. He stood unmoving. For a second you were sure he had even stopped breathing.

“You know,” You spoke first as you took a couple steps towards him. “I don’t know if you know this but even though you’re not moving I can still see you” He laughed and took the last couple of steps towards you.

“Sorry,” His eyes were squinted in an attempt to keep out the sun but still you could see how blue they were, as blue as the sea and sky themselves. “I, uh,” He shot a glance around at your surroundings before looking back at you. “I’ve never been here before” He admitted to you.

“Well what a coincidence,” A bright smile lit up your face, one that made him smile as well. “Neither have I” You walked back over to sit in the shade without another word. “Aren’t you coming?” You called behind you when you realized he wasn’t following.

Harry was still smiling as he watched you walk away. It took him a few seconds of debating before he walked in your direction, not hesitating to do as you said.

“I say we go in that direction first,” You pointed to your left. The two of you had spent the day talking, surprisingly enough. His name was Harry. Apparently both of you planned on staying on Neverland for a while. And so that’s when you agreed to stick together. For survival's sake of course, definitely not any other reason. I mean neither of you knew the island well after all.

“Hangman’s tree is supposed to be that way,” Harry looked from the map to you. “There’s supposed to be,”

“A hideout over there” You nodded, finishing his sentence. You hadn’t exactly told him that Peter Pan was your dad. You didn’t really feel like it was necessary. Besides, Peter Pan wasn’t exactly that friendly with some people on the island. You actually planned on not telling Harry at all if you could help it.

There was no way Harry was going to tell you that his father was the infamous Captain Hook. If he could keep it a secret until he left then that was perfectly fine. It had only been several hours and he already felt a certain connection to you. He didn’t know what it was, but he liked it.

He stood up and brushed the sand off of himself, “Let’s go exploring then” He offered his hand out to you. A wide smile grew on your face again as you took his hand, letting him pull you up, and the two of you set off through the forest.

It took you a while to find Hangman’s Tree. It was night time now and you couldn’t deny the fact that it looked maybe a little sinister in the dark. You were about to suggest that you head back to the beach instead when Harry grabbed hold of your hand once more and lead the way to the tree.

“One of these has got to do something,” He said out loud. You, however, were more focused on the fact that he hadn’t let go of you yet. It was comforting to say the least. “I swear if-”

And then the two of you were falling. You felt yourself crashing through cobwebs and twigs as you heard screams from both you and Harry. Your eyes were shut tight and you weren’t exactly sure when it was you stopped falling.

“Look at me,” Harry was the first to notice where the two of you were. You did as he said and opened one eye first then the other. It was then that you noticed the fact that you were sprawled on top of him, thanks to your fall. “As much as I enjoy this position we’re in,” He stopped and laughed when you rolled your eyes at him. “Take a look around”

You rolled off of him and stood up, taking in your new surroundings. You were inside Hangman’s Tree, inside the hideout. You laughed giddily as you began walking around, looking at anything and everything you could.

“We’re here,” You smiled as you walked back and forth between everything. “We’re actually here” Harry stood back, leaning against the wall, watching you with a smile on his face. “We’re in Neverland”

The past week and a half had been the best days of your life by far. You were actually happy for what felt like the first time. You were keeping track of the days. You had been waiting for that night in particular.

“Where are we going?” Harry asked as you dragged him along with you towards the beach. “I was very much looking forward to sleeping after everything we did today”

“We literally went swimming this morning and then sat in the hammocks. All day long. And you didn’t even swim with me” You laughed.

“Exactly, doing nothing can really tire you out” He couldn’t help but smile when you laughed. He let you lead him down the beach and listened as you went on and on about something.

Harry couldn’t deny the fact that he loved Neverland. For starters he didn’t have to be anybody, not a villain or a pirate or anything else. He was simply Harry. He felt happy on Neverland, so much so that he almost didn’t want to go back. There was a certain magic on the island that was unlike anything he had ever experienced before. And above all else, Neverland was where he found you. You were the first and only person he had ever met to not judge him based on anything. Granted, he hadn’t exactly told you everything. He had a strong feeling you hadn’t told him everything either though. And that was okay. Neverland was yours, at that moment it belonged to no one else but the two of you. And he loved that. In just a couple of days he found himself completely and utterly infatuated with even the mere thought of you. And now he was sure that it was something more than that. He couldn’t put a name on it yet but he knew it was something.

“Right here,” You found the perfect spot and sat in the sand without hesitation.

“What are we waiting for exactly?” Harry asked you after a few minutes of silence.

“That,” You smiled and pointed up in the direction of the sky. It looked like thousands upon thousands of little lights flying up towards the stars but you knew what they really were. The two of you watched as the fairies flew towards the second star to the right. “The changing of the seasons” You told him. You were oblivious to the fact that he wasn’t looking at the sky. He was looking directly at you. “It’s amazing isn’t it?”

“It is,” He smiled softly. When you turned to look at him he was already looking at you. You couldn’t help the blush forming on your cheeks.

“We, uh,” You stood up quickly not knowing how to react to the way he was looking at you. “We should get back to the tree”

“Yeah,” Harry couldn’t help the slight disappointment. “We should”

You were furious and you didn’t know why. You and Harry were slowly making your way around the island day by day. So far the two of you had ventured to the top of the mountains and to Crocodile Creek. That day’s expedition was to Mermaid Lagoon.

At first you had gotten along with the mermaids quite well surprisingly. But then Harry joined you and you were thrown to the side. The mermaids were flirting with him, that much you had expected. But what made you angry was the fact that Harry was also flirting incessantly with them. Eventually you had had enough of watching and glared silently before stomping back to the hideout. Harry, of course, noticed right away and followed you despite the mermaids protests.

“Y/N!” He tried calling for you but you ignored him. “Slow down!”

You didn’t, instead you picked up the pace. You took one of the entrances down and relished in the moment of peace you had. It didn’t last long.

“Y/N!” Harry called your name. You heard shuffling and seconds later he appeared through one of the entrances. “Why’d you leave?” He asked, chasing you as you moved around the kitchen area. You two had found it fully stocked when you arrived and to your surprise it was all still good.

“I could tell I wasn’t welcome,” You shot back, moving around him as he walked over to you.

“Why are you so upset?” He was still following you around everywhere you went. He tried to reach for you to stop you but you shook him off easily. “Talk to me” He almost whined.

“Why don’t you go back to the lagoon and talk to those mermaids, Harry. You seem to be getting along with them really well” The words left your mouth before you could stop them and you froze. A smirk grew on Harry’s face as he moved towards you.

“You’re jealous!” He exclaimed once he had figured it out.

“No I’m not!” You glared back even harder than you had been before.

“Just admit it, Y/N. Ya were jealous of the mermaids” He kept walking towards you and you couldn’t bring yourself to move.

“I won’t admit it because it’s not true” You shot back. He had you trapped between his body and the wall now.

“Yes it is” He smirked down at you. You were suddenly aware of the feeling of your body on his and it sent chills down your spine. In a good way though.

“No it’s not” You were distracted and the statement came out a whisper. Harry’s smirk only widened as he leaned down close to you.

“Admit it or I’m walking away right now” He knew how to get you to admit it. And you did.

“Fine,” You let your hands wrap around his neck and your fingers tangled in his hair pulling his lips down to yours. The kiss was intense, rough and filled with passion. That moment had been brewing for days at that point and now that it was finally there you craved more. You pulled away only the slightest bit, just far enough for you to speak but close enough for your lips to brush together as you did. “I was jealous. Happy?”

Harry kissed you once more and you gasped when he lifted you up. Your legs wrapped around his waist as he held you against the wall. “Very”

Part Two

[realtalk-princeton]

I fell sick at the beginning of the semester, so I fell behind in classes and never really manages to catch up. I’m doing the worst I’ve ever done and I told myself I’d catch up during break... but alas... I got sick again and was super tired so was barely able to do anything. I’m really worried reading period won’t be enough time to catch up and recover for all my assignments and finals. Any words of advice/encouragement on how to handle the next 20ish days?

Response from Opal:

Hey anon! I am really sorry to hear about your situation, and I imagine that this semester must have been difficult and stressful to navigate. Princeton can be an especially demanding and unforgiving environment when health issues are involved, and I know this well from personal experience. If you do not mind me talking about myself for a bit, I will say that my freshman year was one of the worst, lowest, and most painful periods of my life. I had spent a total of six weeks, on and off, in a hospital by the time spring break rolled around, and not only was I still in a very fragile and vulnerable state of health, but the sheer amount of backlogged work that I was expected to do before the end of the spring semester was just insane. I distinctly remember stepping back onto campus after being discharged for the last time and feeling as though I had jumped out of the frying pan and into the fire; I had spent so much time and energy fighting for my life up until that point, and now that things were marginally better, I immediately had to make up midterms, papers, lecture notes, and all the other trappings of a hectic Princeton academic schedule. Taking the semester off was not an option for me because my home was not a safe place at the time, so the situation was very much do-or-die.

I was overwhelmed beyond belief. Despite the fact that I (obviously) made it through, I do not think that I would feel an ounce less panicked if I had to do the whole thing over again today. I know that the word “frustrating” does not begin to express how it feels when every aspect of life becomes infinitely harder to manage, due to circumstances that are neither deserved nor easily overcome. Therefore, I want to tell you one thing right now: Everything that you have done up until this point, everything that you will do going forward, everything that you are capable of, and everything that you are is more than enough. Anon, you are unspeakably brave, hard-working, tenacious, and worthy. I may never have met you, but I see you, and I know that no evaluation system of any sort could ever reflect the Herculean success of getting up and going through each day, especially as a student at Princeton, especially with the burden of an illness and its consequences to carry around at all times. So no matter what happens and no matter what anyone else thinks, believe me when I say that you are admirable and amazing. I know that you are going to do your best over the next few weeks, and there is just no wrong way to do that! When the semester ends, nothing will make me prouder of you than simply knowing that you have finished it alongside me. You and me, anon. In spite of all the odds. In spite of everything. What a miracle it is to be here and loudly, unabashedly proclaiming our existences with every waking moment!

Now, although my freshman year plight may look different from your current one, I do have some general advice to offer on how to tackle reading period in catch-up mode. First of all, do not think of it as catch-up mode! Do not compare yourself to where you think your classmates are at, because not only is it impossible to actually know how prepared anyone else is, but it will also psych you out and make you doubt yourself. Be objective in assessing how much work you have to do - count the number of lecture slides you have to review, tally up the pages you have to write, etc. - and make a schedule in which you split up each task evenly between today and one day (maybe two) before it is due. This is to give yourself a little bit of leeway, in the event that a hiccup occurs in your plan or something comes up that you did not account for. Literally write all of this down on a calendar or a planner or something, and then get to work as soon as possible! Pacing yourself is effective for both learning and calming down, because as long as you are doing work regularly, you know that you are making progress and chugging along toward your goal. Be strategic if a day’s worth of work looks more than what you are used to doing; there is no avoiding the fact that this is crunch time, but burning out will do no one any good either, so plan breaks into your schedule and put a premium on eating meals, drinking water, showering, and sleeping. I also highly recommend getting at least a few minutes of physical activity every day; I know that exercise seems like it should be near the bottom of your priority list, but I find that I become unproductively sluggish if I sit at my desk without moving for hours on end. If possible, find other people from your classes to study or work with, in case you need help with material that you missed. Even a simple study buddy with whom you do not share classes can be reassuring to have. Do not be shy about reaching out to friends or acquaintances about this; chances are high that anyone you talk to will be happy to have a study buddy of their own! We are all in this together, after all.

Everything that I have just suggested above is actually pretty typical for any student working through reading period, which is how I want you to feel! You are not “so far behind” - you are just like everyone else, and you set your own pace to keep. At the same time, the state of your health over the semester is an uncontrollable circumstance that should entitle you to institutional support, so I would make an appointment with your Dean of Studies (or another administrator, if there is one that you particularly trust) at the start of reading period to thoroughly explain your situation. If you have specific objectives in mind (e.g. you absolutely need an extension on a Dean’s Date paper), ask your dean how you or they can make it happen. Do not be afraid of doing this! The worst that can happen is that they say it cannot be done, but then they can still offer you advice, guidance or resources of their own. Your Dean of Studies can be a great advocate for you and an effective liaison between you and your professors; they are there for you!

I am here for you too, anon. I will leave my response at that, but know that I am sending so much love and strength your way. I believe in you absolutely. I hope that you will reach out to us again if there is anything else that we can do to help!