#and shit herself when a flurry of animal rushed past her into the living room

[lagomorphique]

a fuckin kitten followed me home. he ate one of my flatmate's tuna steaks and stayed just long enough for us to get attached to him and name him chainsaw bc he was strutting around purring like a motherfucker. turns out he belongs to a little girl who's staying next door (which is an airbnb?? Weird). I deposited the little fucker back in her arms and asked what his name actually was, and this little 10 year old very shyly said he's called gregor (???????????)

[justanoutlawfic]

Coming Home: Chapt. 2

Summary: A look back on happier times for the Nolan family. In the present, Mary Margaret tries to get Emma to talk to her.

Also on AO3/FF

January 3rd, 1989

 Fostering had been Mary Margaret’s idea. Something she would remember when things went wrong. But in the meantime, she and David had thought of the many ways to expand their family. For as long as she could remember, they had been trying to have a baby but nothing worked. They had debated IVF but it was so expensive. They were a sheriff and school teacher. One round of that could pay for renovations on their home, to qualify them to be able to adopt. Domestic and international adoption had been something else they had looked into but for some reason that didn’t call to them.

 Mary Margaret was a teacher. She worked with older kids and knew the importance of shaping their minds. She realized that maybe they didn’t need a baby. Maybe instead, they could help a child that had already been through the system, that needed a second chance. David had agreed to it quicker than Mary Margaret had expected. So, they went through the paperwork and got the home study done.

 Their first placement had been a 11-year-old boy named August. He was only with them for 3 weeks and didn’t spend a lot of time in their home. Despite Mary Margaret and David doing everything they could to bond with the pre-teen, he wanted to spend most of his time exploring. They tried to be patient, not wanting to be too overbearing. There was never that connection, though. No matter how hard they tried, August just didn’t want to get to know them. And after those 3 weeks, he told his social worker that he didn’t want to be with them anymore. It hurt the day August left, but they wanted whatever was best for him. If they weren’t it, than they had to respect that.

 They waited six months for their next placement. Sure, they’d get several calls for kids that needed homes and they said “yes” each time. Sibling groups that the system didn’t want to split up would work out great in their four-bedroom home. The teenager needing just a weekend placement was something they were interested in. There had even been a call for a 3-day old baby that David had rushed out to get a bassinet for, only to get a call a bit later that they didn’t need them to take her in anymore. Foster children needed placements, but Mary Margaret and David weren’t getting any.

 Then one day, they got the call. A 5-year-old little girl by the name of Emma Smith. She had been in the system since birth, having been with one family until age 3. It wasn’t exactly known what happened but they couldn’t care for her any longer. She had been in and out of group homes since then, trying to find her a new family but nothing stuck. The social worker hoped that Mary Margaret and David could be it.

 They redecorated one of the spare rooms in the course of a night. The yellow room got hints of white. Mary Margaret purchased new bright yellow bedding after hearing it was Emma’s favorite color. David had purchased a few new stuffed animals, placing them throughout the room. Their hands grasped through one another, smiling.

 “Do you think she’ll like it?” Mary Margaret asked.

David nodded. “Even if she doesn’t, we could always change it.”

“It just sounds like she’s been through so much in those short five years.”

“Well, hopefully this is the end of the line for her.”

“There’s no reason why there shouldn’t be. According to Helen, she was abandoned on the side of the road when she was an infant.” Mary Margaret frowned. “I can’t imagine what someone would have to go through, in order to do that.”

 The following morning, there was a knock on their door. Helen stood on the doorstep, a small 5-year old standing beside her. She had a mass of wild blonde curls with big green eyes. She wore a beat-up jean jacket over a black and white striped shirt. Her jeans had a few holes in them and her shoes had definitely seen better days. It was January, in Maine. David wondered where this little girl’s winter coat was. The only possession she seemed to have was a red backpack which was swung over her shoulder.

 “Come in, come in,” he said instantly, stepping to the side. Helen lead the little girl inside and he shut the door. “I’m David, and this is my wife, Mary Margaret.”

“David, Mary Margaret,” Helen said. “This is Emma.”

 Mary Margaret was staring at Emma, almost as if she was looking at a ghost. David took in the little girl some more, trying to figure out where he had seen her before. She did indeed look a bit familiar. Maybe she just had one of those faces.

 “Emma,” Helen continued. “Say hello.”

Emma’s pouty lips didn’t move up into a smile. “Hi,” she mumbled.

“We’re so happy you’re here, Emma,” Mary Margaret said, cheerily. “We’ve got your room all set up.”

“How many other kids are in it?”

“None. You’re our only foster kid at the moment.”

Emma tilted her head. “Really?”

“Yup.”

“Are you hungry?” David asked. “We were waiting to have lunch with you.”

 Emma looked a bit skeptical but nodded. The four of them walked into the kitchen. Emma sat at the table while Mary Margaret and David filled out the paperwork that Helen had brought.

 “Emma is probably going to be a bit easier than your last case,” Helen said. “But she’s still a challenge.”

David looked over his shoulder. Emma was sitting right there and Helen was saying all of this. “It’s nothing we can’t handle.”

“Just know you have my number and you can call me at any time.”

“That’s it?” Mary Margaret asked. Helen had stayed a bit longer when she dropped August off. “You don’t want to see her new room or anything?”

“You’ve been approved, I trust it’s up to code.” Helen walked over to Emma and knelt down to her height. “I’m going to head off now. I’ll be in touch with Mr. and Mrs. Nolan over the next few weeks. Please try here, Emma.”

 Emma didn’t say anything, she just nodded. Helen sighed and gave her shoulder a squeeze. David walked her out and watched her drive away before heading back into the kitchen. Emma sat there, kicking her tiny legs and staring into space. The two adults shared a look, unsure of what to do at first. Finally, David swooped into the seat next to Emma.

“So, what’s your favorite food?” He asked. Emma didn’t say anything. “Mine is stew.”

Emma looked up at that, wrinkling her nose. “Stew?”

“My mom had a good recipe for it.”

“I like chicken noodle soup, but it’s not my favorite.”

“Well what is your favorite?” Emma bit her lip. “Emma, it’s okay to ask for something. If we don’t have it, we can go to the diner and have lunch there.”

“Really?”

“Yeah. So, tell me, if you could have anything to eat for lunch right now, what would you pick>”

Emma pondered his question for a few minutes before speaking. “Grilled cheese.”

David grinned. “Well as luck would have it, we have cheese, we have bread and we have a stove. I think I could accommodate that.”

 Emma’s pout slowly rose to a bit of a smile. David got up from the table and started searching for the ingredients. Mary Margaret reached over to stroke his back and whisper “Thank you”.

 October 24th, 2011

 Emma was ready to leave this damn town. How had it not stuck out to her when Henry mentioned it? Storybrooke, of course. Emma had lived in a lot of places throughout her life, but this had been the strangest name. It had been one of the few places she lived in Maine before she had been moved to a home in Boston. In fact, the Nolans had been her last home in Maine.

 She could hear the flurry of ballet flats behind her as she stormed down the hall. “Emma! Emma, wait!”

“I’m walking away, you should recognize the gesture.”

“Please, you have to just listen to me. We need to talk!”

“I don’t owe you anything.” And yet, she found herself stopping and flinging herself around. “This makes no sense! You don’t look a day older, that was like 20 years ago!”

“I…I don’t know. Things in this town…they’re weird.”

“You could say that.” Emma folded her arms over her chest. “Why the hell did you give Henry your credit card?”

“I didn’t! He must have stolen it.” She sighed. “He’s such a clever little boy. What I don’t understand is why he went to find you.”

“I’m his biological mother.”

Mary Margaret’s doe eyes softened even more. “You had a baby.”

“Yes, I had a child and I gave him up for adoption because I didn’t know how to be a mother. Maybe because the only examples in my life have only let me down.”

Mary Margaret looked like she had been smacked. “Emma, there’s so many things that I’ve wanted to tell you, so many things that I’ve wanted to say.” She reached out to touch her cheek. “Look at you, you’re all grown up.”

Emma pushed her hand away. “No! Don’t touch me!” She shook her head. “This is insane. You being so young, you pretending that you actually give a shit.”

“I always cared about you.”

“Bullshit! You let me go!”

“I didn’t have a choice! They took you away from us! We tried to fight but…”

“No, what I remember is you two promising me forever and then me being hauled off in the back of Helen’s station wagon.”

“It was way more complicated than that, sweets. You have to believe me.”

 Sweets. That nickname burned a hole into her heart. It was exactly what Mary Margaret had called her when she was 5 years old. There had been a ton of nicknames. They made her feel loved, secured.

 Now they just made her blood boil.

 “Do you know where Henry is or not?”

“Emma…”

“This is all I care about right now. I want to find this kid, bring him back to his mom and get the hell out of this town before I lose my mind.”

Mary Margaret sighed. “Try his castle.”

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David couldn’t remember why he wanted to be a sheriff. Some days, it seemed like a dream job. Others, he wished he could do something outside, in the open fields. He found himself driving past the abandoned farm that he and Mary Margaret had once talked about buying when he retired. If they hadn’t wanted kids, he would’ve bough it outright. For the sake of their family, he became a cop. He raised through the ranks and became sheriff.

 Now, the station was pretty much his home. He paid rent on a house but he was only ever there to sleep. Once the man that cooked grand meals for his wife and foster daughter, now he got takeout from Granny’s or the Chinese place. Cooking for one wasn’t as fun. Occasionally he made baked goods for the department but he barely had the time anymore. Graham said he was a workaholic but it wasn’t like he had anything else going for him.

 Speak of the devil, his deputy walked in front of his desk. “David, Mary Margaret’s here.”

 He almost barked at his longtime friend not to make jokes but then he smelt his ex’s perfume. The mix of flowers was so intoxicating and reminded him why he avoided her in the first place. Every time David stepped within five feet of her he was reminded of one simple truth: he had never stopped loving her.

 David got up from his desk and turned around, finding himself face to face with her. Mary Margaret was beautiful. Dark hair that complimented her pale skin and rosy cheeks. Her green eyes always popped up her subtle makeup. She typically dressed in cardigans and pleated skirts, and that day was no exception. The cardigan still hugged her curves and he was reminded of every time she had been in his arms…

 But that was simply in the past.

 They had been divorced for longer than he could remember. One minute, they had been blissfully married with a child they intended on adopting. The next, he was signing paperwork with a bottle of scotch beside him.

 There was a lot of David’s past that he couldn’t remember, but the fighting was clear. Mary Margaret screaming at him for the smallest things. David sitting in his truck because for the life of him, he just didn’t want to come home. The day they sold that beautiful house that they had renovated and built love in together.

 Why were those things so vibrant, while the good times so buried?

 “What are you doing here?”

 He doesn’t mean it to be harsh, but they both know that they avoid each other like the plague. They take turns going to Granny’s and the different stores. She rented a loft on Main Street while he had a house more in the suburbs. Two people that were once teased for being inseparable, now went out of their way to make sure they never saw one another.

 “She’s come home, David,” Mary Margaret whispered.

David tilted his head. “Huh?”

“Emma. She’s come back to Storybrooke.”

David didn’t believe her. Not at first. Mary Margaret wouldn’t lie, but there was a period when every little girl with blonde hair had been Emma. “That’s impossible.”

“It’s not. She’s here…she’s grown up…”

“Grown up?”

“Mid to late 20s, I think.”

 Had they been separated that long? Had time flown by without him knowing it?

 “This makes no sense,” David said.

“I don’t know how it’s possible, but she’s here, David. She’s Henry’s biological mother.”

 The mayor’s son. It was an unhidden secret that the young boy was adopted. Regina had never been married and she had just returned to town one day with a tiny baby boy. David saw them around town together over the years. He was probably the only thing that humanized the mayor.

 And he was the son of his former foster daughter.

 “This can’t be real,” he whispered. “She was gone for good.”

“That’s what I thought too but I saw her today. She came into my classroom with Regina looking for Henry. I guess he went looking for her and there’s been a lot of drama.”

“You saw her?” David’s heartbeat quickened. “Is she…”

“She seems healthy, but she was angry when she saw me. I think she’s going to try to leave town the first chance she gets.”

 Mary Margaret took a step forward.

 “I know a lot has changed between us David, but the one thing we still have in common is that we love her.” She bit her lip. “You have to help me keep her here. I can’t lose her again.”

 David thought of the little girl he gave piggy back rides to. The one he watched football games with and played tea parties. The little girl that called him “Daddy” and lit up his heart.

 She was back and he had probably almost seen her a dozen times. He couldn’t miss out on that again.

“What do you want me to do?” he asked.

[cakesunflower]

Reach For You [Dad!Calum AU] Ch. 3

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Chapter 3

FOR THE NEXT few days, Calum was trying hard to keep it together. After wiping everything off his dresser and throwing a glass against the wall, he managed to keep calm. He wasn’t a violent person, by any means, but the frustration had built up to the point where he knew if he didn’t let it out in some way, he was going to explode. The second he arrived back to his rented penthouse in the city after his parking lot confrontation with Aspen, Calum let every bit of his frustration, anger, and heartbreak out.

That was three days ago. Yet, come Saturday, Calum was still battling an overwhelming flurry of emotions he wasn’t used to.

How could she? How could Aspen just. . . Not tell him that he had a daughter? He knew for a fact that she was aware of his desire to someday have a family, to be a father and love his children with every fiber of his being. Their breakup had blindsided Calum and broke his heart, no doubt, but he so desperately wished Aspen had told him that she was pregnant. Instead she stayed away, God knows why, and welcomed their child into the world without him.

He should hate her. With everything he has, Calum should hate her, but somehow he couldn’t bring himself to do so. He couldn’t before and he still couldn’t now. He was beyond pissed, completely devastated that she kept Luna from him, but hating someone he once loved seemed too difficult for him. Every second he spent with Aspen was constantly playing through his mind for the past four years, closing Calum off from the possibility of ever having those kinds of memories with anyone new. His heart was guarded by fifty inch steel, refusing to let anyone sneak a peek as he threw out any chances of ever being with someone so emotionally, so intimately again. And it was all because of Aspen.

She destroyed him. In a way, she had. Yet somehow Calum still couldn’t hate her. And he hated that.

He exhaled a sharp breath, grip on the steering wheel tightening as he leaned back in the seat. Over the past few days he had managed to calm down, and quickly Calum had become excited and beyond nervous to meet his daughter. Luna. He was going to meet his daughter, and Calum had no choice but to revel in this excitement by himself. He didn’t tell any of the boys, didn’t even mention to his family that he saw Aspen again. For now, he needed this for himself.

Pulling into the parking lot of the apartment complex Aspen had texted him the address of, Calum took in a deep breath before stepping out of his car. He made sure to grab the gift bag from the backseat, though he was a bit apprehensive if Luna would like it. He’d gone to Build-A-Bear and bought a snowy white teddy bear for her—he’d received quite a few looks from the people there—and bought a number of those outfits for Luna to dress it as she pleased. He didn’t even know if she liked stuffed animals. He just didn’t want to show up empty handed.

Stopping at the front door, Calum’s eyes gazed over the names of the residents on the side, before pressing the button next to the one labeled A. Russo. “Hello?” her voice crackled through a moment later.  

“It’s me,” Calum responded gruffly, unable to help the way his eyebrows twitched into a frown at the sound of her voice.

Instead of responding, Aspen buzzed him in and Calum headed towards the elevators, bringing him to the fourth floor where she’d told him they resided. Each step closer to the appropriate door had Calum’s heart picking up its pace. He can’t remember the last time he’d been this nervous—maybe the opening of his first club around a year ago?—but this was so much more intense. Nothing in the world could prepare him for this, he knew.

The door swung open after he knocked, and Calum tightened his jaw at the sight of Aspen. Just by one look at her face and Calum knew she was as anxious as he was. Her eyebrows were drawn together slightly in apprehension and her dark green eyes were loud in their nervousness. It was a tense situation they found themselves in and it was obvious neither of them knew how to go about it.

“Come in,” Aspen finally spoke up after clearing her throat, stepping aside as Calum stepped into the threshold.

His gaze wandered around, the door opening right into the living room that was attached to a kitchen-slash-dining room. Smaller than anything he was used to, but he guessed it was enough for two people, especially if one of them was only a little kid. It smelt tropical in here, and Calum tried to push away the flashing reminder in his head that tropical was Aspen’s favored scent of choice. It irritated him that he still remembered that. Pictures and paintings were hung up on the wall, but Calum had no time to assess them because Aspen was speaking up once more.

“Do you, uh, want a drink or something?” she asked, fiddling with her fingers as she looked at him.

“No, I’m good.” The awkwardness between them was suffocating, neither knowing how to act around one another. He glanced around. “Where’s—”

“Mama, Mama! Can we bake cookies tonight?”

The excited little girl’s voice interrupted Calum effectively, and he felt the words dying on his tongue as the four year old came running into the living room from the hallway across. His breath caught in his throat as Luna barrelled in, thick curls flying after her as she skidded to a stop at Aspen’s legs, tugging at her pants as she looked up at her mother pleadingly. She hadn’t glanced Calum’s way yet, but he was mesmerized at first sight.

The thick hair was unmistakably inherited from him, as were the soft, chubby cheeks his mom, aunts and grandmothers loved to kiss. Her skin wasn’t fair like her mother’s, just a shade lighter than Calum’s caramel, and Aspen’s words to Luna weren’t heard by him at all but he guessed she gestured to Calum because suddenly he was staring into his daughter’s green eyes and he felt all the air rush out of him.

Oh, she was perfect.

Upon noticing Calum’s presence, Luna’s eyes widened slightly before she maneuvered herself behind Aspen’s legs, clutching onto them as she hid from Calum yet still peeked to look up at him. Calum didn’t blame her, he knew how shy kids could be, and he couldn’t wait to show her that she had no reason to hide from him.

He offered a soft smile, feeling his heart fly in his chest at the sight of her, the overwhelming notion of her being his daughter ever present as Aspen placed a hand on top of Luna’s head. “You don’t have to hide, bubba,” she said softly to her, and Calum had to swallow inaudibly at the seemingly harmless term of endearment. Only it wasn’t harmless—Aspen used to call him that when they were together, and hearing it fall from her lips for the first time in years stung slightly. But he quickly pushed it away, determined to only focus on the youngest person in the room.

“This. . .” Aspen trailed off, her gaze lifting to meet Calum’s, her smile diminishing slightly as their gaze met and she saw the accusation in his dark eyes, silently telling her that Luna would never have to be shy around him if she hadn’t just ran away. Aspen swallowed before forcing her smile to widen as she looked down at her curious daughter. And then she let the bomb drop with a deep, reluctant breath. “This is your dad.”

Calum only had to hold his breath for a moment as he waited for Luna’s reaction, but that single moment was downright terrifying. His daughter was either going to reject him or embrace him, and Calum could literally hear his heart in his ears as Aspen’s words were followed by a friendly, near hopeful smile from him.

“Really?” Luna asked after a moment, green eyes widening and her words a whisper coated with awe, looking up at Calum with all the disbelief a child her age could conjure. She moved herself a bit from behind Aspen’s legs, the shyness she displayed gradually diminishing. “You’re my dad?”

Calum’s gaze never left hers, his smile widening a bit when he heard her say that as he put the bag down and crouched to be eye level with her. He rested his arms on his knees, hoping his legs didn’t give out, and the emotions that were storming inside him prompted tears to press against his eyes as he offered a nod. “Yeah, sweetheart,” he breathed out, willing his lips not to tremble like he could feel them wanting to. “I am.”

It took a few seconds for Luna to process the meaning behind his confirmation, both of her parents watching her with bated breaths and pounding hearts and dry throats, her green eyes fixed on Calum’s brown ones. And then it was an excited burst of, “Oh, wow!” before Luna was launching herself at Calum, and he somehow managed to keep his balance as a startled laugh escaped him, feeling his shoulders sink and heart fly with relief as Luna wrapped her arms around his neck and hugged him closely.

Shit, Calum felt like bursting into tears right then and there.

Instead, he closed his burning eyes and hugged her back, one hand holding the back of her head and adoring how soft her curls were, and Calum didn’t think the kind of happiness he felt in this current moment could ever be topped. Luna was holding him as tightly as she could and maybe she shared Calum’s feelings of not wanting to let go, prompting Calum to let out a deep, clearly unsteady breath as he held his daughter in his arms for the first time.

Not how he expected it to happen, but in this moment, he was nothing but grateful.

                                                                  *****

“We should name her something that means moon, like my name,” Aspen heard Luna muse from where she sat in the living room. “But I don’t know any.”

She glanced up as she stepped away from the microwave, warming up the dish she had made just a little bit earlier as her eyes landed on Luna and Calum. It was a sight she never thought she would be privy to, and it stole her breath. Their introduction had admittedly sprung tears to her eyes, and Aspen couldn’t ignore the feeling of relief flooding through her when Luna readily hugged Calum after finding out who he was. But her daughter’s happiness only intensified the guilt Aspen felt of keeping them apart, and while she knew it wasn’t entirely her fault, it still left a bitter taste in her mouth.

The two of them were sitting on the living room couch, going over names for the teddy bear Calum had brought for her that Luna instantly fell in love with. She already had a number of stuffed animals, but the bright glint in Luna’s eyes told Aspen that this one would be her favorite.

“Hmm,” Calum hummed thoughtfully, leaning back on the couch with his right arm thrown over the back, looking at Luna and the bear as they sat to his right. Aspen watched them quietly as she waited for the food to heat up, the sight something she needed to get used to. “How about. . .” Calum trailed off as he leaned forward, smiling at Luna as he suggested, “Marama?”

Luna raised her eyebrows at that before frowning in wonder. “Marama? I’ve never heard of that.”

Calum chuckled softly, facing to shift her. Despite her reservations, Aspen couldn’t help but think how adorable the sight was of Calum, strong and tall and confident, sitting next to their small, delicate little girl. It made something in Aspen’s heart tug. “It means moon in Māori.” Aspen would’ve suggested something simpler like Stella, but Calum was teaching Luna something about herself, and Aspen wasn’t going to spoil that.

The interest was evident in Luna’s tone as she tilted her head to the side, curiously questioning, “What’s Māori?”

Aspen pursed her lips, sucking in a sharp breath. Okay, so she hadn’t really gotten around to tell Luna of her heritage, how she was a mix of Greek and Italian from Aspen’s side and Scottish and Māori from her father’s. Calum glanced over at her from where he sat on the couch and she stood in the kitchen, the accusatory look in his eyes ever present whenever he looked at her, and Aspen went rigid and swallowed down her excuses at the eye contact.

Tuning out Calum’s brief, simple explanation of Luna’s heritage from his side of the family, Aspen took out the dish from the microwave and proceeded to set the table. She had opted to prepare two dishes, the first one being a butter chicken curry she learned from her Pakistani sister-in-law, Laila, since it was one of Luna’s favorite dishes. The second dish was beef and vegetable stir fry because, if memory served correctly, it was one of Calum’s favorites. She hadn’t even realized that was the reason why she was making it until the dish was done, and Aspen couldn’t help but feel betrayed by her subconscious when she realized what she had done.

“Lunch is ready,” Aspen called once everything was on the table, watching as Luna excitedly jumped up yet gently put her new teddy bear on the couch as Calum stood up as well. Aspen watched as Luna ran right into the kitchen, and raised her eyebrow as she clicked her tongue, “What do we do before we eat?”

Luna paused before giggling sheepishly. “Wash our hands,” she answered before turning to run into the hallway bathroom.

Aspen smiled after her, but her little grin slowly disappeared as Calum wandered into the kitchen, his boots clicking on the sleek floor. She watched as his eyes went to the table, catching the way his eyebrows drew together ever so slightly when he caught sight of the dish she specifically made for him. Without Luna serving as a middle man, the tension was back in the room, heavily, between the two twenty-six year olds, and Aspen couldn’t even bring herself to look him in the eye.

Fortunately, they didn’t have to endure the awkwardness for too long because Luna came running back in. “Mama,” she sounded as she did, looking up at her with widened, pleading eyes as Aspen quirked an eyebrow. “Can I show Daddy my room after we eat?”

Aspen’s gaze automatically flickered to Calum, and she noticed the look on his face at Luna’s words, at her calling him Daddy. She saw the way his features softened, his lips parting in sincere awe and Aspen understood how much that meant to him. Luna had easily accepted him as her father, which Aspen was admittedly relieved about even though some of the apprehension was still there, and she knew it meant everything to Calum. The way his adam’s apple was bobbing nervously in his throat and his shoulders rose slightly as he took in a breath, Aspen knew Calum was overwhelmed in the best way.

So she smiled down at Luna, pushing some of her bangs back from her forehead as she replied, “Sure, baby. You can introduce him and Marama to Hershey and Jelly Bean and all the others.”

She didn’t miss the way Calum’s eyebrows rose at that, probably wondering about the names of Luna’s other stuffed animals, as the four year old cheered happily before settling down in her chair. Calum sat down next to her and before seating herself, Aspen stood behind Luna and used the hair tie on her wrist to gather up her daughter’s thick hair and put it up in a bun so it didn’t fall into her food.

Aspen sat down in her seat, right across from Calum at the four person square table, and she tried to ignore the tightness in her throat. She was grateful that her hands didn’t appear as shaky as she felt while serving Luna her food. Aspen chewed on the inside of her lower lip. All she could do was hope this went by smoothly.

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Calum had stayed for five hours. By the third, Aspen had somewhat adjusted to having him in her apartment, mostly because he stayed in Luna’s room with her for most of it. Aspen could hear her giggles and his deep chuckles as they no doubt played with Luna’s plethora of toys, and that familiar tug in her heart was ever present with every sound of her daughter’s laughter. She had just met Calum, but Luna was already so taken with him. It made Aspen feel a strange combination of relief and unease.

“Do you have to go?” Luna’s whine came, and Aspen’s eyes went from the TV across from her to the two of them walking from the hallway next to it. She turned it off, watching as Calum walked down the hall with Luna right next to him, his larger, tattooed hand holding onto her smaller one. Luna looked up at him, a pout on her her lips and green eyes wide, one of her best puppy dog looks, as they headed toward the door. Aspen wondered if Calum could resist.

It seemed as though he was having trouble doing so as he looked down at her, his smile almost sad as Aspen swallowed inaudibly. “I’m sorry, bug, but I do,” Calum apologized regretfully once they got to the door, stopping to crouch down next to her. Aspen quietly made her way over, giving them their space. Calum took Luna’s hands in his, giving her a happy, reassuring smile. “But you’re gonna be seein’ a lot of me, okay? I’ll come around whenever you want me to.”

Aspen wasn’t sure why she felt surprised at his words, but she still crossed her arms over her chest to stop herself from bristling. A grin split across Luna’s face at Calum’s words, bouncing lightly on her feet. “Tomorrow?” she asked hopefully. “It’s spaghetti Sunday. Do you like spaghetti?”

Calum laughed, his grin wide that showed the crinkles by his eyes, the kind that Aspen forced herself to look away from. She frowned at herself; why did it hurt? “I love spaghetti,” Calum responded to Luna. “But. . .” he paused and Aspen realized it’s because he was looking up at her. She saw the reluctance in his eyes and she understood why because he added, “You gotta ask your mum if it’s okay.”

Aspen’s chin lifted slightly in realization. The fact that he needed Aspen’s permission was bothering him, and she wasn’t sure how to feel about that. Luna suddenly looked over at her, bouncing on her feet yet still holding on to Calum’s hands. “Can Daddy come tomorrow, Mama? Please, please, please?”

Oh, great. How was Aspen supposed to say no to that? She knew if she did, she’d become the bad guy in the situation. Plus, she always had trouble saying no to her little girl. So Aspen forced a smile, her arms across her chest tightening while she tried to feign some enthusiasm at the prospect of Calum’s presence in her home once again as she answered, “Sure, of course he can.”

Luna’s grin widened even more, if that was possible, and the sight of it had Aspen momentarily forgetting what she just agreed to. Her daughter smiling was her favorite sight in the world. “Yay!” Luna squealed happily, before hugging Calum. “I’ll see you tomorrow, Daddy!”

Calum lovingly kissed her temple before they pulled away. “Can’t wait, sweetheart.”

With one last grin and a clap of her hands, Luna bid Calum goodbye before she ran off, leaving the two adults by themselves. Aspen watched as Calum smiled after their little one, before it diminished once she was out of sight and he cleared his throat, pushing himself up from his knees and standing to his feet.

His stoic expression was back, not any kind of emotion showing itself on Calum’s face save for flat disinterest. He was looking at her as if she was some stranger he didn’t want to get to know, and while Aspen knew that it was her fault he was looking at her that way, it still stung. She and Calum used to look at each other with many different looks, but obvious indifference was never one of them.

“So what time should I get here tomorrow?” Calum questioned, breaking the silence with his slightly raspy voice.

Aspen rolled her lips into her mouth. A part of her didn’t want him to show up, but the stronger maternal part knew she couldn’t do that to Luna. Now that he was in her life, now that she’d accepted him so eagerly and happy, Aspen couldn’t take that away from her. “Seven is fine,” she answered.

Calum nodded, lips pushing out as he pressed his tongue to the back of his bottom teeth. He didn’t have anything planned for tomorrow, so he was definitely going to make do on his promise to Luna. Getting to know her today—her likes, dislikes, the names of her friends and her stuffed animals, realizing that she had the slightest hint of a lisp like he did—meant everything to Calum. He wanted years more. He wanted to make up for what he lost. What he was never given a chance to know.

 “She really seems to like you.” Aspen’s words pulled Calum out of his brief reverie, gaze snapping to meet hers. She looked hesitant to meet his stare, just like she had all day, not that Calum didn’t know why. She only hid his kid from her for four years. Calum’s jaw tightened as she offered the tiniest, briefest smile. “Luna’s normally a, uh, shy kid. But she wasn’t with you.”

Despite his unmoving expression, Calum felt something lighten in his chest upon hearing Aspen’s words. He wasn’t apathetic to how well he and his daughter seemed to bond in the few short hours they got to spend together; they were the best five hours of his life. Luna was funny, bright, and exceedingly adorable, and Calum was wholeheartedly in love. Who fucking knew falling in love that quickly was possible?

Calum pursed his lips, taking a breath as he merely nodded at Aspen’s words before gesturing vaguely towards the door. “Yeah, well, I’m—”

“You know we’re going to have to sit down and talk about this, right?” Aspen suddenly blurted, her words hurried as she gave Calum a pointed yet hesitant look. He pressed his lips together as Aspen uncrossed her arms, rubbing her hands nervously down her jeans. “If—If we’re going to be doing this, if you’re going to be around, we’re gonna have to talk about. . . Co-parenting.”

He wondered how difficult it must’ve been for Aspen to say that, the forcefulness and reluctance in her voice clear as day. Obviously she wasn’t too excited about having to suddenly share her daughter, but it was something she would have to get used to. His jaw clenched, realizing that she was right about the impending conversation. Calum wanted to be as involved in Luna’s life as he possibly could be, and he knew that doing so would mean having to speak to Aspen, be in her presence and get along with her.

Calum thought the universe was playing some kind of cruel joke on him—since when did he need to force himself to get along with her?

Oh, right. Since she ran the fuck out on him and hid his daughter.

“We will,” Calum finally nodded, exhaling sharply through his nose as he pulled out his car keys. He didn’t know what that conversation would entail, didn’t know how they were going to go about it, and he wasn’t entirely looking forward to it. But it had to be done, he knew, so he could see Luna again. Anything to see her again. “After tomorrow.”

Aspen nodded, pursing her lips as Calum opened the door. He needed to get out of there—being around Aspen for too long was making him dizzy. Stepping out of the apartment, Calum heard the door shut behind him. No goodbye.

Why did that irritate him even though it was expected?

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Unconventional Roommates (Part-9)

Word count: 3.1K

Pairing: Dean X Reader

Warnings: Fluff mostly :)

Series Summary: Now that his brother is at Stanford, for the first time in his life, Dean does something for himself. He takes a step towards chasing his own dreams and moves away from Lawrence to start college, which is both thrilling and scary at the same time. Only catch, in this unknown town, he is stuck with the MOST infuriating female on the planet- the roommate from hell!

A/N: I can’t put into words what all your love for the series means to me. Thank you so much guys <3

Thanks to the loveliest @deanssweetheart23 for being my beta on this one. You are the absolute best and I love you so much <3

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As he watched her sleeping form, Dean was absolutely certain of two things. One, he had to find out what had happened to her. Not secretly, but rather, he'd wait for as long as it took for her to trust him enough to tell him herself and willingly.

And second, that he wasn't just in danger of falling for her anymore. He knew it with absolute certainty, felt it in his gut, saw it even behind closed lids that he already had and now, there was no going back from it.

It tickled him pleasantly. That's what woke Dean up, and the moment he opened his eyes, a flurry of hair fell into his eyes. He sat up quickly, his head spinning a little because of the suddenness.

At first, he felt disoriented, barely recognizing where he was. This wasn't his room in Lawrence. Then it came back to him- too quickly, but also not quickly enough. All of the past month and then every minute of last night, the closeness, her smile, her scent… all of it. His stomach dropped and he whipped his head towards her.

Y/N was lying on her stomach, her head turned towards him and her hair splayed around her wildly as if she was swathed in it. The blanket was drawn up till her waist and her turtleneck was hitched up by just a couple of inches.

He forgot how to breathe.

Dean knew he was screwed, mostly because he couldn't stop looking at her. Couldn't stop looking at the little pout she probably didn't even know her lips made. Couldn't stop staring at the little frown lines. God knew what dream was making her worry even in her sleep, but he wanted more than anything to kiss those lines on her forehead. But he also wanted to kick himself or maybe laugh at the tragedy of the whole situation. What in the name of hell had made him fall for the one girl who did not want him back? Why had he been so stupid?

But truth be told, even in his heart he knew that he'd never really had any control over it. Looking back, every little thing that had happened between them had just pushed him towards her.

Just as he was pondering over how painful living with this feeling was going to be, with her right next to him under the same roof, the doorbell rang, making him jump.

"What the hell?" he muttered, confused, getting up hurriedly so as to not wake Y/N up.

As he made his way towards the door, the bell rang again.

"Coming!" He called, already pissed at whoever it was.

The bell rang once more just when his fingers found the door knob.

"It's a fucking Sunda-… Sam?"

Sam stood grinning widely at the door, hands deep in his jeans pocket and a bag slung over his shoulders. "Good morning, Sunshine," he smirked.

"What're you doing here?" Dean asked, shocked.

"It's great to see you, too," Sam said, walking past him and into the living room. Dean watched as his brother's eyes roamed around the apartment, taking in every detail and then finally landing on the red door.

"That's the serial killer chick's room, right?" Sam pointed out.

Dean had the weirdest urge to defend Y/N. "She's not a serial killer."

"It's not what you told me the last time."

Dean ignored his question, shut the door and walked up to his brother.

"But what're you doing here?"

Sam had another hyper excited grin for him. "So, I thought since you came to see me last time, I could surprise you this time. It was Jess' idea." His face fell slightly when Dean's eyes still only reflected shock. "I thought it'd make you happy."

Dean was quick to reassure. "Of course I'm happy, Sammy. I just didn't expect you is all."

That was enough to satisfy Sam. He turned to face the other door. "Is that your room?"

Before Sam could ask to check it out, Dean quickly pushed him to the sofa on which he plopped down unassumingly.

"Dean?" Y/N's voice called out to him from inside. "Is everything okay?"

Sam's head whipped around at what would be closed to the speed of light and Dean closed his eyes. He didn't need to see his brother's face to know what Sam's reaction was going to be when Y/N walked out of his room. He'd have that classic Sam Winchester shit eating grin.

She was still groggy, rubbing her eyes, her full lips popping into a small 'O' as she yawned. The beanie was back on her head, even though lopsided. All that vanished the moment she saw Sam. Her stance morphed into one that was defensive- she drew herself straight, chin jutting out and her eyes became as distrusting as ever.

Sam paled.

"Y/N-" Dean reached out, ready to jump in between if she decided to launch a physical attack of any sort, but then something changed, her eyes became round and suddenly she dropped the posture.

"You're Sam," she said blankly.

Sam got up slowly, carefully. His hands itched at his side, like he was controlling the urge to raise them over his head. Dean had to bite back a chuckle.

Y/N smiled, a small but real smile. "I saw your picture by Dean's bed."

Sam gave Dean a knowing side eye and he wanted to groan. What made it worse was that, despite Sam's assumptions about what Y/N was doing anywhere near Dean's bed, it wasn't that way at all. And God, did Dean wanted it to be that way. He wanted all of Sam's assumptions to be true… so much that he didn't know whether to cry or laugh about it.

"Uhhh… you guys want coffee or something?" She asked, awkwardly, completely ignorant to what had passed silently between the brothers.

"Sure, that would be great," Sam said.

Once she had moved to the kitchen and both of them were seated, Sam turned to Dean with a supremely smug expression. "So!"

"So?" Dean had to control the urge to roll his eyes.

"It's not like that, huh?" Sam said, quoting him from the other night.

"Shhhh…" Dean whispered, throwing a look towards Y/N, making sure that she was out of earshot. "It really isn't like that."

"She just walked out of your bedroom, dude," Sam contradicted, also whispering.

Dean drew a deep breath to calm himself some. "We went out to the fair last night."

"Just the two of you?"

"Yeah!" Dean realized that everything he said was just gonna make it worse, but he tried anyway. "I had to click pictures for the paper and I just asked her to tag along, that's all. She was so tired after an evening of me dragging her around, that she passed out on my bed. I slept on the floor."

Sam gave him a penetrating look, one that Dean was too used to. That was the look he'd get every time he had skipped his dinner and worked overtime, when he'd stayed up late when Sam was studying for SATs. Dean would make up some crap reason, and Sam would call him out on his bullshit. Every time.

It was Sam seeing right through him.

"Here!" Y/N placed the two cups on the table, effectively breaking the hushed conversation.

"I don't know what you guys like," she shrugged apologetically, "So I just made it my way."

"That's alright," Dean was quick to reassure her. "You didn't have to do it."

"It's okay."

Not knowing what else to say, he sipped from his mug. The coffee was surprisingly good.

He looked up to tell her that but the words died on his lips, for Y/N was drinking deeply out of her own mug, eyes closed and a soft smile on her lips. So lost was she, that she was barely aware that he was watching her. Sometimes, a drop would remain on the rim of the mug and her bottom lip would drag along the edge, tongue peeking out quickly to catch it before it rolled down the side.

Dean was mesmerized.

Sam cleared his throat loudly, and Dean fumbled a little with his mug.

"Uhh… the coffee is amazing, Y/N," he said, trying to somehow hide the warmth he was feeling in his cheeks now.

"Yeah, it's pretty great," Sam agreed. "I must say, this is the first time I've seen Dean drink something other than black coffee, let alone like it."

Dean stamped on his brother's foot behind the coffee table and Sam had to pass his wince as a cough.  

Having Sam anywhere close to Y/N wasn't going to fare well for him. Dean got up quickly. "How about I show you around the Campus? I know it's an off day, but that's even better, right? Less crowd."

Before Sam could object, Dean rushed back to his room, closing the door behind him.

What an utter mess! The two people that consumed most of his thoughts were now sitting outside while his heart was trying to beat its way out of his chest. Sam was his responsibility, a part of his identity. His life had revolved around that nerd kid for as long as he could remember… but his world was realigning now. Wasn't changing its orbit, no. It was tilting it's axis, so that Y/N was always there, wherever his thoughts might turn.

He dressed hurriedly, throwing on the first thing that he could find in his closet and then rushed out to the living room.

There, Y/N was laughing at something Sam said. Not smiling, not smirking. She was actually laughing. Sam was in the middle of an animated story with his face stuck on an expression that seemed honestly appalled.

"… What did you expect me to do? Of course I told him to go screw himself," Sam concluded, as if what he did was the most obvious thing in the world.

"Damn right," Y/N agreed. "He should have treated you better than that."

"Honestly, anyone who'd call me an orphan is an ignorant douche bag. I never was one, because I always had Dean. Always."

Y/N nodded vehemently. The conversation had gone from funny to intense in a minute flat.

Dean coughed loudly and the dialogue came to a halt, both of them turning to the sound of his footsteps.

"Ready to go?"

"Yeah!" Sam jumped right up, then turned to her. "It was great meeting you, Y/N," he said earnestly.

"I can say the same," she smiled. "Don't forget about Thanksgiving. We have a date."

Date? What?

"Of course. I'll bring Jess around the next time, she'd love to meet you."

They shook hands and then Sam followed Dean out of the apartment.

All the time that it took to get to the University, Dean couldn't help but wonder how the hell had Sam managed to break Y/N in 10 minutes flat? In the time that it took Dean to change out of his clothes they had gone from Jess to Dean to an invitation for Thanksgiving dinner. It had taken Dean more than a month to get Y/N to be civil to him.

He felt both curious and annoyed by it. What had Sam done? Maybe he just gave her his big puppy dog eyes and Y/N melted like putty, because no one in Dean's living memory had managed to beat the puppy dog eyes of doom. Secret agent or not, Y/N was only human. So she lost.

At the University, Dean tried to be as extensive as Sam had been about Stanford, but in reality, he didn't know much about the place. He still took his brother around to the Mech Lab, Workshops, Paper's office and the Quadrangle. Sam seemed lost in the beautiful architecture. According to him, colleges on the west coast were far more beautiful than those on the east coast. The east just seemed far more clinical, while the west had a sort of character, something personal about how the buildings stretched out in endless sandstone.

Dean thought Sam was biased, but all in all, it was great to show Sam around, mostly cause the kid had questions to ask about everything, from how the labs worked to all his lectures. What really got to Dean was the way Sam walked with his chest puffed out, not unlike a proud mom. It was only towards the end that Dean realized that Sam's obvious superior, almost arrogant strut was because of Dean. Sam was proud of him. It made Dean go all quiet for a moment.

He was sure to take Sam around to see Cas, who was delighted to see him, and then to the Autobody shop. Bobby was pretty impressed to see the Pre-law from Stanford and it was Dean's turn to be proud, because, despite what he had achieved, Sam was nothing if not humble. He had a rare sense of empathy that could touch the coldest of hearts. Maybe that's what got to Y/N.

When it was past afternoon, Sam slung his bag back on his shoulders, his face resigned. It was time to go.

"Are we never going to talk about it?" Sam asked.

"Talk about what?" Dean knew what.

Sam sighed. "Y/N, Dean. Are we ignoring the fact that you're hopelessly in love with her?"

His stomach dropped. "Uhhgg… What?"

Sam gave him a very pronounced disbelieving look that seemed to ask, 'Seriously?'

"It's not like that, Sam." It slipped out before he could even think it through. Dean had said it so many times, that it almost sounded true now. Almost.

"If that's how you're going to do it, then let's drive right back to your place," Sam said, "Let's pick your camera and develop that negative roll. I'm willing to bet my ass that more than half the pictures are of that girl."

"Am I wrong?" He asked again, when Dean didn't say anything.

Then his expression softened. "I'm not going to drag it out of you, Dean. You can tell me to butt out cause it's none of my business, but don't you think you've earned the right to be happy?"

Dean didn't reply to that either, instead, he asked Sam the question he'd been dying to know the answer to. "How did you get her open up to you so soon? I mean, I know you do your cute guy thing, but she's so removed from everyone all the time. How did you get her to laugh like that?"

Sam scoffed, but it wasn't mean in any way, more like he thought Dean's question was cute. Like he was merely indulging Dean when he answered the question.

"To get her to open up," Sam said slowly, deliberately, "All I had to do was say your name, Dean. I did nothing, you did. Even when you weren't in the same room."

Whoa!

Maybe his face showed the shock, maybe it didn't, but Sam laughed gently. "She's pretty awesome actually. She has a degree in political science and economics."

"But really," Sam continued, when Dean said nothing. "Her face just lit up when I mentioned your name. She loves you, dumbass! I don't know how you can't see it."

Again, Dean was too stunned to reply. It wasn't possible. Sam was just seeing what he wanted to see. There was no truth there whatsoever.

Sam smiled, a small, knowing smile, as if he could read exactly what was going through Dean's head. "Think what you want, but you'll see it soon enough for yourself."

"Since when did you become such an expert on love?"

Sam shrugged. "Well, I can't help but not see that she cares for you. I suffer from the same affliction."

A deliberate wink.

Dean laughed. "College is turning you into one of those bogus fair philosophers, Sam. C'mere."

Sam went in willingly enough, engulfing Dean in a bear hug. It seemed like he had been a clingy kid just yesterday. When did he grow up enough to preach life lessons?

When his bus rolled in front of the bus stop, Sam climbed in with one last smile. "Just think about what I said okay? You deserve this. All of it."

Dean sat at the bus long after Sam had left, staring at the winding road ahead of him, his head buzzing with all sorts of thoughts. Ones that he wanted to have, others not so much. But the thoughts that tormented him the most were the ones that he barely dared to believe. What if Sam was right? It wasn't like him to give false hope. What if there was even the slightest possibly that Y/N felt the same towards him? Even if just a little bit?

The idea scared him to bits, because liking her was one thing. At worst, it would be painful if she never returned the feelings. He'd yearn for her and living under the same roof, burning in the agony of unrequited love would be a torture of its own. But the alternative where she actually returned his feelings and then he disappointed her like every other godforsaken person in his life, what would be left then? How the hell was he supposed to live with that?

Then there was also her past. Dean had guessed enough to know that it was something fucked up. She didn't seem too willing to elaborate on the other Ex, but something told Dean that it went way back, because if there was one thing he recognized, it was family issues. She'd probably had a hard and messy childhood. Y/N was barely starting to come out of her shell, open up to him… if he did something wrong now, he would end up hurting her in ways that might not even be repairable. God forbid if she never trusted anyone else after that.

Dean put his head in his hands, finally taking his eyes off the setting sun. This was not how he had imagined his life to be when he'd moved into the town. He'd rather do Zach's assignment another 10 times than deal with this overwhelming feeling building in his chest. But try as he might, he couldn't forget the feel of her body pressed against his, the way she had reached out to him and asked him to not go. He couldn't suppress the desperate urge to press his lips to her. Dean wanted to know how she tasted, he wondered if she would lick his lips just like she licked the mug of coffee to catch that stray drop.

It raised goosebumps on his skin just thinking about it.

When the sun had completely disappeared behind the horizon, he got up from the bench, finally making his way back to his car. And despite his own internal conflict, Dean couldn't help hoping against hope that for this once, Sam was right.

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