#house keeps asking wilson on dates and wilson keeps saying he's gotta go eat dinner with a gal

[lazybakerart]

house inviting wilson to watch The L Word with him is one of the gayer things he's done.

[starbuckie]

For your spooky requests, how about Bucky dating witch!reader, you could have them do whatever. Or Bucky and reader dressing their kids up for Halloween? I think that’d be adorable! Much love 😘🥰💕

ooh yes yes yes oh my goodness i love this! i decided to make the best of both worlds and have a (kind)witch!reader and bucky dressing their kids up for halloween. okay so for this she isn’t so much of a witch, but she has the same powers as wanda and a similar backstory. also after rereading this i realize that this could be a part two that takes place five years from “keeping me warm”, so if you want you can read it like that. i went a little itty bit far with this but i felt the mood for fluffiness so i hope you enjoy<3

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“Mama, mama, can you help me zip up the back of my dress?” You turned, a three month-old baby on your hip, holding a pair of scissors between your teeth as you looked at your oldest daughter who was impatiently tapping her foot on the ground. The back of her space-princess dress was half-zipped up, both arms reaching behind her head though she couldn’t reach the zipper. 

“Yeah, baby, let mama do it.” With one hand you expertly zipped up the back and smoothed down her hair which was in it’s usual Rebecca Barnes mess. Curly locks of chestnut hair fell short above the five year-old’s shoulders, topped with a headband with small planets decorating it. “You’ll be the prettiest space-princess all of New York has ever seen.”

“Not all of New York, mama, the whole wide galaxy!” Nico chimed in. He’d always admired his older sister, despite only being a year younger, and had decided to match with his sister and became one of Rebecca’s royal Martian subjects for the special night.

Halloween was never a stressful holiday before this one, with all of your kids being too young to go out trick-or-treating. You were scared of letting them go out, even if they were with their dad, and you wanted nothing more than to coddle them all in blankets know they were safely tucked in the house with you. However, it was Rebecca’s first year of school, and with relentless begging and pleading you had backed down and allowed them to go. 

The school day seemed to have gone by so quickly, with two of your kids at their respective schools, and baby Emma staying home with you. You picked Nico up from preschool, Rebecca up from kindergarten, and by the time they had gotten home, eaten their dinner, played for a bit, and gotten into their costumes it was already six o’clock. Bucky had been at the compound all day; after you gave birth to Rebecca he decided to step down from missions and just trained the recruits, and you were on maternity leave for another good two months before you got back out in the field. Every inch of you was dying to go back on missions, no respect to stay-at-home moms, but you had too much energy and were tired of sitting on your ass all day. 

“The great father of this household politely asks her Royal Highness and her subject to please help put the groceries away.” As soon as they heard their father’s voice the two older Barnes children sprinted as fast as they could to embrace him. Bucky stumbled backwards with their arms around his torso, but chuckled at his kid’s silliness and love. “Hey, guys, I missed you a ton.” He kneeled down to their height, cerulean eyes you loved so much filed with nothing but pure happiness. “Can you help me put away the groceries? I got you some broccoli because you need to eat more veggies, Nico, I know you haven’t been eating them.”

The young boy frowned, clearly upset that his dad caught him trying to sneakily avoid his greens, but nonetheless took the small bag of groceries to the kitchen counter. “Hey, baby, how was work?”

Bucky locked the door and sauntered over to you with a smile on his lips. “Boring, I miss having you there.” He pecked a quick kiss on your lips, moving on to the baby girl with the same eyes as him. “Hi, Em, did you miss your dada?” There was a hopeful tilt at the end of his question, waiting for the baby to say something in return

He got nothing but a wide-eyed stare.

With a huff he wrapped an arm around your waist and buried his head into your neck, sweet vanilla and cinnamon invading his senses. “Give it a while, Buck, she’s only three months old.”

“Yeah, yeah, I know.” Nico and Rebecca’s chatter about candy faded in the background as soon as the lock on the knob of the door started rattling again. “Doll, I should probably tell you that I-”

“Guess who’s favorite uncle is here?” Sam yelled through the house, adorning a Mad Hatter costume and large bags that seemed like they were full of-

“Candy!” Both Rebecca and Nico swarmed their “cool” uncle and started to peek in the bags.

“Wilson! I told you you could come over, not feed my kids junk.” Bucky grumbled. He walked to his friend, snatching the bags of candy out of his hands and putting them away, effectively ignoring the cries of his children. “You munchkins are about to go out trick-or-treating, you don’t need any more sugar.”

Sam walked over to you with a kiss on the cheek for cooing at the baby in your arms. “Aw, come on, Barnes, I’m just trying to have some fun. A man’s gotta do something to ensure their place as the favorite.”

An eye roll from Bucky and a wink from Sam, the two men slumped onto the couch where you sat. “Mama, are you gonna come with us? Can you do the magic for us, please?”

The kids were never supposed to know about your past, a past full of darkness and pain until Bucky walked in. It was only a year ago when they had seen footage of you with their Aunt Wanda controlling objects with wisps of glowing red energy. You had cried into Bucky’s arms the whole night after that as he comforted you, knowing how terrifying it was to have your kids know that other side of you. Your kids, the innocent ones they were, thought you were still the most amazing and badass mom who could bake the best cookies and was like a witch. Yeah, they had lots of bragging rights at school.

Bucky pulled Nico into his arms and nuzzled the boys face, letting the little boy squeal at the feeling of stubble on his soft skin. “Not tonight, Nico, your mama needs her rest. I’m gonna take you kiddos tonight.”

The soft “aww” of the kids was silenced by Sam’s proposition. “I can take the kids if you want, Bucky, that’s actually why I came over. You’ve had a long week and I’ve been on bed rest from the leg. You stay home with your wife and start working on my next nephew,” you punched him in the arm, eliciting a wince from the large man, “or niece.”

“I just gave birth three months ago, Sammy, I’m not doing that anytime soon.” A quick look at you husband for confirmation and you turned back to Sam. “Are you really okay with taking Nico and Rebecca?”

“Of course! We’re gonna go tear up the state.” A peck on the cheek from the Falcon, and he took your kids in his arms and slammed the door open. “We’ll be back in two hours! See you later!”

Another thud let you know that Sam had left, little Emma jerking in response to the loud sound. Bucky took this as an opportunity to sprawl out, head coming to rest in your lap as he took a deep sigh. “Just the three of us for Halloween this year, huh, doll?”

“Yeah, Buck, just the three of us.” 

It wasn’t anything fun. It was you, Bucky, and Emma passed out on the couch at only six in the evening, exhausted from the days activities. But in the moment, you couldn’t find anything more special to than to share October 31st with two of your loves wrapped around you.

[swanky-batman]

Marvel’s Bachelors Part 7

Avengers x Reader, Peter Parker x Reader, Bucky Barnes x Reader, Thor Odinson x Reader, Sam WIlson x Reader, Steve Rogers x Reader

Warnings: swearing, drinking, violence, action and adult situations

Part 7 comes with our first elimination and our first date of round 2! Who should be next? Anyone have suggestions for a date? I hope you enjoy!

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You rung your hands, a little nervous. Tony had given you almost two weeks to recover, but he was there every morning to ask when you were ready. To be fair, you were putting it off a little- while you wanted this ridiculous thing over with, you couldn’t stand to see one of the amazing men you had met get rejected. Knowing you shouldn’t hold him off longer, you agreed to do it today. Natasha helped you get ready and you moved towards the set up room, your heart growing louder with each step.

Tony introduced you- and for the last time introduced one of the men following you to sit on the couch. They all looked fairly calm but you could sense a little nervousness coming from them.

“And now, we look in on the voting for who should be eliminated-” Tony paused as he turned towards the screen just lighting with answers. Your breath caught as you saw the top name. “Sorry, kiddo, but it looks like Peter was eliminated. You have anything to say about your experience?”

Peter gave a little nod and smile, “At first I thought this was going to be weird and uncomfortable- but between the men on this couch and Y/N, it really felt like a whole bunch of people hanging out. It was a pleasure to go first and see this whole thing off and I hope Y/N can come to me whenever  she needs, as I see her as a friend already.” He looked over and met your eyes and you did your best to look happy at his comment- you hated he had to go through this. Then he stood, came over to you and kissed you on the cheek before winking and walking offstage.

“There goes the first guy!” Tony called, “Now we’re down to four! So- the next question is who’s next?” He pulled his hand behind him and the screen lit up, “Falcon it looks like it’s your time!”

Sam gave a cheer and stood, walking over to offer his hand to you. You smiled and took it, getting up slowly.

You walked out with him and gave him a little chuckle, “If we’re stealing another of Tony’s rides you might wanna snatch it and meet me up front- I’ll just slow you down.”

He chuckled back, continuing to hold your hand, “I have a few things in mind that should be fun for both of us and it won’t hurt you. If you trust me, that is.”

You grinned, “Let’s go.”

Happy with your answer, he continued towards the front of the house where a car waited for you. He helped you inside and you waited for a little while, Sam asking about the dates you had been on since you were with him.

“Well, there was Thor and Steve-” You thought back a few weeks ago now, “And Steve’s part one almost got me killed.” You laughed and he grinned back.

“What about his part 2?” Sam asked, looking out the window.

“It was nice.” You nodded, “Although I’ll admit I wasn’t feeling the greatest it was still a nice night.” You felt Sam’s hand twitch around yours, noticing he had encased it again. You felt a blush rising in your cheeks.

“And Baywatch showed you a good time?”

You giggled at the nickname, “Thor was really nice too- you all have been. I’m not the kinda person who gets attention and lately I’ve had mounds of it.”

He looked back at you and must have noticed the blush in your cheeks because he leaned in close and grinned, “I have more attention to give you so get ready.” He laughed when you blushed deeper and sank a little into your seat.

As you pulled up, you saw you were near the water. The cameramen started to file out and you heard him tell them, “We’re probably just going to go for a short walk here and figure something out.” He pat them on the back and then walked off at a pace you could keep up with. His hand still grasping yours you talked a little about small things and then not really at all, hearing the water and feeling the breeze come over you as it got closer to the sunset.

The camera crew got the hint from Sam and had recorded you guys mainly from a distance, waiting for you to come back.

“Don’t tense up and don’t look nervous.” He told you in a low tone, “And don’t look too happy.” He grinned, meeting your eyes, “But that boat over there.” He turned his head to make it look natural, “We’re getting on it.”

You held back a grin, trying to act calm.

“Do you think you can make it safely before the cameramen notice-” He paused and then looked at your teasingly, “Or should I carry you there myself?”

A blush came over your cheeks again and you looked down towards your feet, “I can manage.”

He tried to hold back a booming laugh and failed horribly. Looking around, he had gotten their attention, “Looks like we go now.” He held onto your hand even tighter as he started jogging and you followed, trying to get closer to the boat. The men were talking amongst themselves and gesturing at the two of you and started following, only too late. You were on board safely and there were people on already to help you get away.

He chuckled, giving you a high five with your free hands, “Injured and can still outrun some people- you’ll be useful if there’s a zombie apocalypse.”

You teased back, “Well I only have to be faster and less injured than at least one person to get away.”

He laughed, pulling you towards a lounge area on the boat. “Guys!”

Everyone’s heads turned and they broke out into grins.

“We figured you were here when we started moving.” Natasha laughed back. You looked around and saw a few others you didn’t know and Peter.

“What are you guys doing here?” You asked, looking to Sam for an answer.

“I wanted to have a cookout on a boat- get some seafood cooking and have a few drinks. Just hang out, give you some down time without a ton of cameras around.

“But he also specified that no one else who’s still in the competition could be on board.” A man laughed, coming up and ruffling your hair a bit, “The name’s Clint Barton- nice to meet you.”

You nodded, knowing exactly who he was after his name, “I’ve heard a lot about you-” You sighed, “But I guess it’s still nice to meet you.”

He broke into a loud laugh, “You’re funny, kid.”

Sam pulled his attention back towards you when he asked if you wanted a drink.

“Sure.” You smiled, following him over to the coolers. “Hey Peter!” You greeted, “I’m really glad I get to see you tonight.”

“Me too, Y/N.” He grinned, coming up to give you a hug.

“Woah, woah, woah.” Sam caught him after a few seconds, “It’s still my time and I’ve been gracious enough to share. Keep the physical contact to a minimum at least until my date’s over, alright?”

Peter chuckled and rolled his eyes, getting pushed a little by Sam. He walked with you both back to some seats where you met Scott Lang.

Everyone came over and talked for a while, and eventually you decided to split into teams to play charades before dinner was done.

Peter, Sam and you were on one and Scott, Clint and Natasha were on the other.

It was Clint up first and you were supposed to stay quiet- but he was so blank faced and good at gesturing, you started cracking up. Natasha kept screaming, “How are we supposed to guess that? That looks like your normal face, why are you pointing at it?” Eventually everyone was laughing.

Needless to say, they didn’t get the point. Next up was Sam and he walked up and started.

“Movie-” You called out.

“Two words-” Peter added.

“First word-” You waited for a gesture and he started flapping his arms. You tilted your head in confusion before calling out a few, “Bird?”

He gave a shifty nod.

“A type of bird?” Peter asked and Sam nodded this time. “Falcon?”

You snorted, “Pigeon?”

The guesses went on for some time before he switched to the second word and started gesturing at pulling something up around his head.

“A hoodie?” Peter asked and Sam got excited and then slowed his nod. He tried to gesture something else and the time ran out.

“You guys aren’t good at this, are you?” He asked with a grin, “It was Robin Hood.”

“Oooohhhh.” You said in chorus, making everyone else laugh.

After a few more rounds that ended in more laughs than answers, the food was ready. Everyone went to grab some, buffet style, and then sat around with their food and drinks talking about a few normal topics- like the food you were eating, the contest, the boat and the time away from cameras. After eating Sam asked if you guys could break away for a few minutes.

“What’s up?” You asked after you were further away.

“Just checking in on you. You looked like you needed time away from that room of yours and this seemed like the perfect opportunity.”

“It is, I love it. Thank you.” You grinned to him, “Wait, how did you know you were going to be the one picked?”

He shrugged, “I didn’t. Once I was though, I had them in position.” He grinned, “Always gotta come up with a plan.” He grabbed your hand again, smiling as he did.

“Who knew Sam Wilson had such a romantic side?” You teased a little, squeezing his hand.

“Not a lot of people get to see this side of me.” He winked, people asking where you guys went on the other side of the deck.

“It’s getting later out-” You turned, “Maybe we should ditch these guys and go grab ice cream.”

He laughed, “Not how I saw that sentence going but I like the plot twist.” He held up his hand and ran to the other side of the deck for a minute before coming back and grabbing your hand again. He led you to where a few jet skis were docked and he hopped on, waiting for you to get on behind him. “Hold on tight.” He rumbled before he turned it on, rushing out and onto the open water.

You shrieked a little and laughed as the cool water came up around you both, soaking through your clothes.

Getting to shore, Sam stood first and offered his hand out to you. You took it and he led you close by to a small hut that served ice cream and he grabbed two towels from the gift shop next door and paid for them.

You both wrapped up tight in the towels and ate you ice cream on a bench near the beach.

“Good call on the ice cream.” He chuckled as you gave a little bow.

“How do you know all these places around here, Sam?”

He shrugged, “Well, I grew up around here, in Harlem. I didn’t really get to see much or do much when I was little so when I grew up and could get around I soaked in the culture. I wanted to try every food joint, every taco stand and ice cream shop around. I wanted to ride every ride and test every type of transportation. To be honest, being part of the Avengers has provided me with a lot of experiences. Now I know how fun it can be exploring these things with another person.” He smiled near the end and your heart skipped a beat as a blush grew on your cheeks again.

“That’s amazing. You’re kind of amazing, too.” You grinned, taking a spoonful of ice cream and soaking in the warmth from the towel.

Getting up later, you were intercepted by a van again. The camera crew escorted you back to the house and you walked in to be greeted by the rest of the men and Tony.

“Why is Y/N wet every time she comes back with the birdman?” Thor asked, looking you both over.

“I know how to show a lady a good time.” He joked and you elbowed him in the rib cage with a giggle. Tony eyed down both of you as Natasha helped dry your hair and salvage your outfit as best as she could before the final sit down for tonight.

Tony put on his voice once everyone was seated and we were rolling. He asked about the date and you both described what you could without pulling the others into the fire that was Tony. He cut the cameras and turned towards you both, Sam taking the heat for you both again.

“You should be careful not to get sick.” Steve spoke from behind you as you walked back towards the room.

“Wouldn’t want that to happen on a date again.” You teased, winking.

He blushed a little and looked towards the ground.

“Too soon? Steve, I am joking you know.” You reached and brought his chin up so he was looking at you again. “Thanks for worrying about me.”

He nodded, walking with you quietly towards your room.

“Goodnight, Rogers.” You grinned, opening your door.

You felt a hand on the top of your head, jostling your damp hair, “Goodnight, Y/N.”

(I am so sorry about the gif I found it and it looked adorable and I know it’s too soon. :\)

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Second Chances - Jeff x Reader: Chapter 24

Summary: Reader and Jeff work a project and become fast friends. The project ends and they go their separate ways, neither forgetting the other. With Hollywood being a small community, you two bump into one another either at events or projects, but there is always something keeping you apart. Will the obstacles ever end? Chapter 24 Summary: P.S. I Love You!! Warnings: language (as usual), SUUUPPAAAA FLUFFFFFF, put pictures in this one A/N: Please leave comments or let me know if you want to be tagged, etc. Only one more chapter after this one. I can’t believe it! Word count: 2300 Catch up here: Masterlist Tags: @jml509  @jasoncrouse  @yellatthetopofyourlungs  @bookchic20  @prettyepiic  @rizflo-blog  @curious-sub7  @backseat-negan  @warriorqueen1991  @fairytale07    @sup–ernova

FLASHBACK      Sandy liked (Y|N), she liked her a lot. It was obvious to her and Richard that their son was smitten with the girl. She could see what it was Jeff liked about her. She had this quiet way about her, but it was easy to see that she would fight like a hellcat for a worthy cause. Sandy noticed right away that, despite her age, she was wise beyond her years and that she could easily keep up with her son. They liked a lot of the same things and both she and Richard could tell that it was all genuine. They’d been fooled in the past. (Y|N) was different.      She’d talked to Richard about her plan and he’d agreed with her. She told Jeff to meet her and Richard in the living room. It took her a little bit to find the small box. She grabbed it out of the drawer and went down to meet her men.      “What’s this all about, Mom,” Jeff asked her.      “Your mom and I needed to talk to you about (Y|N),” Richard started.      Jeff laid his head back on the couch cushion. They’d tried to warn him about Anya years ago. “Mom, Dad, I swear, (Y|N) is different, I really like her a lot. She’s cool as hell, she learned to ride a bike, she doesn’t take any shit from anybody. I really want you guys to like her. Hell, she even likes Norman, thinks he’s sweet.”      “Honey,” Sandy held up her hand to quiet Jeff, “we like her.”      Jeff looked to his dad who nodded, “Could tell right away, son.”      “So, what’s this about then?” he was completely confused.      Sandy turned the box over in her hand. She held it out to Jeff for him to take. “That was your grandmother’s, not my mom, your dad’s. It came to us when she passed. Since I already have one, your dad and I thought maybe you’d like to give it to that sweet girl of yours.”

     A few weeks before Supernatural wrapped for the season (watching the Impala get destroyed hurt the car lover in you), Jeff was getting a lot of attention for both John Winchester and Denny Duquette. His manager was getting in a ton of scripts and one day Jeff had brought home a small stack that had made the cut. He was busy with one and you picked up the one on top that looked like he’d already read it. Sitting down with him on the couch, you started reading it. It was your usual spot for script reading so you had your notebook for making notes as you read and a box of tissues handy if it made you cry.      Every time there was a letter from Gerry, you got misty. Jeff seemed oblivious to your tissue usage until it got closer to the end.      “Sweetheart, you okay?” he asked.      You sniffled, “Jeff, you gotta do this one.” You almost never told him which parts he needed to pursue. He was a big boy and could make his own decisions. “Yeah, this one is really good. It’ll be a good date movie. The TV shows are cool and pay the bills and all, but this… your character gets the girl…and it’s in Ireland and you know what that means.”      He grinned at you showing off those dimples you loved.      “Castles,” you said at the same time.      He called his manager right away and that decision started a whirlwind of activity that culminated in you and Jeff on an airplane to Dublin.

     Prior to leaving for Dublin, you and Jeff had spent a few weeks in upstate New York while Jeff got guitar lessons from Nancy flippin Wilson! Every day when Jeff would get back from a lesson, you would pump him for information. He happily geeked out with you and told you every detail. When he wasn’t practicing guitar, he was listening to Irish dialect CDs. There was nothing in this world hotter than a hot guy playing guitar and speaking with a sexy fucking accent. Jeff was the hottest guy you had ever known and he was yours.      You were only a few hours into your flight to Dublin. You looked over at your boyfriend. He had on his headphones and glasses listening to the dialect cd and reading through his script. He was whispering the words and you couldn’t help yourself from giggling. Jeff just flipped you off and kept going, you snickered and went back to your book.

Ireland      Finally, after two consecutive weeks of work, Jeff got a day off. He had two whole days that he could spend with you before he had to go back to set, then there was one more week of work in Ireland, if all things went well. You didn’t have much to do, since you weren’t working, but you did visit the set so you could hang out with Jeff when he wasn’t busy. You didn’t want to do too much around Dublin without him and you only got a few hours here and there with him each day. Now that Jeff had a day off, he was like a kid on Christmas morning.      The bed thudded against the wall as Jeff jumped onto the bed next to you.      “Sweetheart,” he said into your neck, “Babe, you gotta get up, c’mon!’      Groaning as you sat up, “I’m up, I’m up!” You looked at him suspiciously. He was showered and dressed in dark gray slacks and a white button-down shirt. “Did I sleep too late? What time is it?”      “No, you’re good. If you get going now, we can still make brunch then get going on the tours,” he said, clearly excited. Normally, you both were not morning people and his cheerful awakeness was a little irritating.      Brunch? “Everything okay?” you asked. In the almost seven years you’d known Jeff, you couldn’t remember a single time either of you two had ever gone to brunch, certainly not together.      “Sweetheart, everything is perfect,” he told you. You still gave him side-eye, but you went to get in the shower.      It didn’t take you long to get ready. The longest part was getting your hair dry. With as windy as it was in Ireland, you were begging for a rats nest if you didn’t dry or put your hair up in some way. Since Jeff was looking snazzy, you put on some leggings and a tunic and your brown leather booties. You thought you looked pretty cute and when you were ready, you and Jeff set off for the day.      It took a couple of hours to get to Waterford, but it was worth it. You and Jeff took a tour of the House of Waterford Crystal. Everything was so beautiful. You wanted everything in there. Jeff brought you over to a collection of champagne flutes he liked, the little tag said it was the “Lismore” cut. It was gorgeous. There was a whole set of champagne flutes in that cut.

     “What a lovely couple you two are!” the sales floor lady spoke to you both. “Are you planning a wedding?”      Jeff was damn near beaming. You didn’t know what to say. It always flustered you when people noticed that you and Jeff were a couple. He pulled you into his side, saving you from having to say anything.      “We’re just looking but these really jumped out at us,” he said to the lady.      “Excellent taste, that is our most popular cut,” she said, “Please let me know if there is anything I can help you with.”      “Thank you,” Jeff said.      Marrying Jeff was not something you thought about often, but it had crossed your mind more than once. There wasn’t anybody you would rather be with. You didn’t need a ring to know where your heart was. You’d never talked about it with him though. You weren’t even sure if it was something he wanted. The idea of marrying him didn’t scare you, but maybe starting a family did. Bisou was practically your baby… having an actual child to take care of… well, if Jeff was there…      “You ready to go to the castle now,” Jeff was looking down at you.      His voice snapped you out of your daze. “Yeah, let’s go.”

     The tour around the castle and grounds took a long time. It was almost dusk when the guide released the visitors from the tour. Jeff was getting nervous, but he tried his best to hide it from her. He almost lost it at the House of Waterford when the sales lady asked them if they were planning a wedding. He’d arranged for a room at the castle and was planning on taking her to dinner in the castle restaurant. He couldn’t think of a better way to spend his two days off. She’d been thrilled they wouldn’t have to take a cab back to Dublin that night, she’d just wished she had a change of clothes. He loved that she was geeking out as much as he was about staying in a castle for the night. It was just one of the many things that made her perfect for him. She really was his best friend. She laughed at all of his stupid jokes. She meant the world to him and he wanted her with him always.      He proudly led her down the stairs, her hand in the crook of his elbow, and into the castle restaurant. The little box was in his pocket, like it had been all day. Still, he patted his leg to make sure it was still there. The firmness of the box reassured him. The host found you a table that had an intimate setting somewhat private from the rest of the diners.      He knew a long time ago that she was the one. Even his parents had known. When he took her to meet them, they had given him a ring for this occasion. It was perfect, too. Jeff knew she would love it and it made him really happy that his parents had welcomed her so quickly. It was nice being in Vancouver for part of the year. While filming Supernatural, they had gone to visit his mom and dad a couple times and each time was just as nice as the first.      Jeff looked across the table at his beautiful girl eating her roasted chicken and smiled. She always got chicken when she was unfamiliar with a menu. She always said, “It’s really hard to fuck up chicken.” He tended to agree, but he was more willing to try different foods than her, too. Half the time, she shared her chicken with him.      “Sweetheart,” he said softly, still a hint of a smile on his face. He waited for her to look up at him.      “Yes, my love?” she said. He loved it when she said that. It let him know she was relaxed and in the moment.      “You look so beautiful tonight,” he said, enjoying the blush rising on her cheeks, compliments were still hard for her to accept. He laid his right hand across the table for her to take. (Y|N) wiped her fingers on the linen napkin before taking his hand.      “Thank you,” she said, covering her smile with her other hand.      He looked at the star necklace that always hung around her neck. He’d given it to her almost seven years ago as a reminder that he believed in her and that she had kicked ass on her first job. She said she would always wear it, and she had. He never saw her without it. The same could be said for the earrings he’d given her for her birthday a few years ago. If he tried to call her out on her sentimentality, she would deny it and say, “I just love them” or that “they were the best presents I ever got.” Hell, he was getting emotional just thinking about it.      “You know there’s only one thing missing from your outfit,” he said and she looked down at her clothes, but didn’t let go of his hand. She looked up with a “what?” expression in her eyes. “I was wondering, if I gave you something, would you wear it always, like you do the necklace?”      “And earrings,” she said tossing her hair back, showing the earrings as a reminder.      God, I love her so much.

     “Do I get a present?!” you asked? The day had already been amazing, and now getting a gift? It couldn’t get much better.      Jeff looked a little bit emotional to you, but you dismissed it quickly. He felt things deeply and when he wanted to do something special for you, he sometimes got a little teary, but nothing too dramatic. It always came from a happy place. You waited as he pulled something out of his pocket.      “(Y|N), do you know I love you with all of my heart?” he began.      Oh shit… what is he doing?!      “Yes,” you were scared, heart thumping a frantic beat.      It didn’t dawn on you what he was doing when he slipped out of his seat and knelt on the floor next to you.      “Would you do me the honor of wearing this,” he opened a small box you hadn’t even noticed, “and be mine forever? Will you marry me?”

     Later, she was in a panic, said she couldn’t remember if she had said “yes” or not. He honestly thought she might pass out when he asked her. He held up her hand in his and showed her the ring he’d put on her left hand. He’d never seen her like this. She was almost crying, couldn’t stop smiling.

     He was lying in bed in a castle, a fucking castle, and he had his future wife lying next to him. It always sounded like bullshit or a cliché when you’d hear people say, “Make me the happiest man alive…” Well, it wasn’t bullshit, it was the fucking truth. He thought he might explode, he was so happy.

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Downgrade

i haven’t seen/hung out with wilson in so long. david was gone to mexico this past weekend, so i got a chance to hang out with people i don’t see on the regular: wilson, gloria, gabe and my brother. wilson just moved into a new house about a month ago and they’re still working on repairs and furnishing. he transferred to a k-8 school nearby his new house. when he came over to my house, he caught me up with his life- how he and his old friend osvaldo will meet once again when they go to college (they both want to attend UCLA) how he has the strongest pokemon cards and can beat any of his new classmates, his PE schedule, etc. wilson’s become a very articulate and expressive boy. i’m glad that he can confide in me and speak freely around me. he also treated my brother and i to lunch using his chinese new year money-- dropped 50 dollars in total for us lol. i thought it was very sweet of him that he takes responsibility at such a young age. he reminds me of myself when i was younger. that night, he told me “you make me happy, so i want to make you happy too”. when i recited that to david, i got all teary eyed. 

a few days ago, my mom casually brought up her customer james. james is a flamboyant chinese malaysian man who works in the jewelry industry. he owns a five room house in san marino and he lives there alone (from what i know, maybe he has a few loverboys). anyway, my mom brought up james because he was talking about his friend’s daughter and how she was “smart” for having high standards in dating and only dates guys who drives mercedes, or holds status along that level. she then criticized me for my choice in dating david. mind you, this is like a day after david picked me up to get dinner nearby and my dad saw his car. he drives a 2003 honda accord with a bad paint job. i guess i don’t blame my parents for making assumptions but you can’t really equate how nice someone’s car is to how financially stable they are. some people literally spend all that they make on paying off and maintaining their car. it mostly comes down to what the person values. she then continued to tell me that he’s not up to her standards and she doesn’t even consider him my boyfriend. she refers to him as “that guy” or my “friend”. just like how she acts about my career choices, she constantly tries to drill in my head that i’m not making good decisions, i’m doing it wrong, etc., that i should reconsider. she told me that i should find a boyfriend who has a nice place, a nice car and is self-motivated. she is afraid that i will be living paycheck to paycheck. of course, that’s the nightmare of my chinese parents as saving money, having a financial net and making bank are the most important things in life. this pissed me off because i never asked for financial support growing up. i made it a point when i could start working at age 16 to support myself and not have to rely on them. i didn’t want them to feel like they have power over my decisions if i were to accept their financial support. it angered me because i felt as if she wasn’t seeing the reality of things and kept making false assumptions in her head. i live a pretty comfortable life. i do whatever i want most of the time and money hasn’t been an issue. i treat my family out when i can and i spoil them in hopes that they can see me as being self sufficient. i also have a pretty decent savings that i could probably live off of for a year or two even if unemployed or making minimum wage. i asked her if i’ve ever come off as financially troubled. i asked her have i done anything to make her think the way she does. david treated my family out to dinner/lunch twice (minus my dad) in the past month and even bought my entire family christmas gifts. it just saddens me that they only want to believe what they want to believe and they don’t get to know my side of the story. anyway, my brother told me that my mom and dad had a long talk about me that night between themselves. my brother overheard the word “gang” and he thinks that my parents think david’s family are gang members or something along the lines of that -_-. the next morning, i made a comment about my dad’s use of styrofoam, saying that styrofoam and heat don’t mix well and that he could use a thermos to keep his drink warm on the go. he gave me attitude about it and later came to bully me about my life. “what are you going to do four years in now? all i see you do is downgrade. (referring to my choice in friends, boyfriend, and career. yes- my dad talked shit about my friends gabe and kia because one is black and the other is gay and he was so disappointed in me for my choice of friends.) you think you’re smart but i don’t see you do anything smart. i’m not going to listen to anything you say until i see you do something smart.”. i just brushed it off and then i went to my room, locked the door, and tears started rolling down my cheeks. i was frustrated and sad. i’m coming to the conclusion that more distance between my parents and i are for the better. i’m also at that biological age when it makes sense to move out. my parents and i want different things, our “closeness” as a family has different meanings to us. i tried communicating to them but i don’t get anywhere far- it takes two to communicate. my parents (more so my dad than my mom, but my mom deals more with warped perception of reality) lend a closed ear to me. when i was trying to tell my dad why i wanted to eat less meat (it wasn’t taking up his time, we were both in the car sitting in silence), he just dismissed me and told me he didn’t care about my reasoning. i’m going off in tangents because i gotta go soon and my writing isn’t as coherent as i’d like it to be.

tldr: age 25. might be best to part with parents.