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snootsnoot-fiction · 3 years ago

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Your Gentleman

Pairing: Bucky Barnes x reader

Word count: 2.5k

Warnings: None really

A/n: My first marvel fic yay!!! I love that it’s Bucky as well☺️ This is a birthday gift for my dear friend who I love @inthatmomentwewereinfinite 🎉🎉🎉 you’re honestly one of the nicest people on the planet, I hope you have the best day you can ❤️

Summary: You haven’t seen Bucky in years…

The life of one James Buchanan Barnes was quite the tragedy. At least for the most part.It was a long, involuntary life, but to say he wouldn’t be the least bit grateful for the majority time skip would be a lie. Oh, there were things “Bucky” Barnes missed of course, but there was plenty to make up for it.

The man thought he would lead a simple life; serve in the war, get married with Steve as his best man, maybe even die of old age. A far cry from the fate that really awaited him, for he found himself being part of the Red Skull’s experiment. An experiment that began his journey as who would infamously be known as The Winter Soldier.

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You were quite the artist to say the least. You lived and enjoyed a fairly quiet life as well. That’s not to say your talents weren’t sought out, for you were also quite the fashion designer. Sometimes you would simply consult. Create and draw up a design for someone else to make. Occasionally you would make the pieces yourself. It was an interesting way of making money, and you were happy to keep living your quiet life - your involvement usually kept secret in some way at your request.

Needless to say, one of the biggest things you ever worked on was the new suit for Captain America. You found his tale fascinating. You knew of the man, but it wasn’t until you heard he was back that you looked into him a little more. Strange things seemed to be happening more often.

The detail of his best friend’s supposed ‘death’ was another thing that interested you, but all anyone could assume was he actually was dead now. It didn’t stop you from wondering though.

You did work on occasion for people such as The Avengers, but aside from that, you were a normal citizen. So to say you were surprised when you caught the eye of Mr Barnes in modern day was an understatement.

Recognising him immediately, you weren’t sure what to do. He looked beyond exhausted, and it was clear to you he was trying to keep his head down. The man carried on, and despite thinking you probably shouldn’t, you followed. The next thing you knew, a cold arm was pinning you against a wall as the one and only James Barnes stared at you. Up close, his eyes looked even tireder, and you could see just how rough a state he was in.

“Why are you following me?” He huffed out. Anyone could see how tense he was. Almost afraid.

“I’m no-one I swear! I just recognised you and got curious… you’re Bucky?” He slowly let you go, but remained tense. “I don’t even know what happened… you look awful…” you frowned slightly as you gave him a proper look. You really had no idea what was going on, but you felt bad for him. Whatever happened to this man, you were glad to not know right now.

~~ a few months later ~~

You wondered how people would react to finding out about you helping ‘The Winter Soldier’. The thought made you nervous sometimes, but you knew what you were doing to be right. Something in you from the moment you met him told you he himself was at no fault, but of course, not everyone would see it that way.

The day you met him, you had ended up giving him a fresh change of clothes that would help him to blend in more. You had offered more, even a meal, but trust would take time to build, and he didn’t want to stick around you too long.

‘Too many innocent people…’ was all he muttered before giving thanks and leaving without a word.

‘I’m happy to help…’ you hadn’t been sure if he even heard you, but surprisingly it wasn't long before you saw him again; with time, the two of you built a sense of trust. Bucky would never stay too long, but when he did you would allow him to use your own facilities if he needed, You would make him a warm meal almost every time, and give him another fresh change of clothes if he needed them.

Trust takes time though, and you didn’t know much of the story of why he was even here. You didn’t want to push or pry, but you couldn’t help but wonder sometimes.

Today was the day you’d learn.

The old soldier hesitantly stepped into your home. It always made you frown a little to see just how hesitant he was; whatever it was he was hiding from, you wish he didn’t have to.

“I know you don’t like to, but I made my sofa up for you just in case-”

“Sofa? The couch?” You went a little red and chuckled nervously.

“Yeah sorry, I didn’t grow up here..” and for the first time, you saw him smile. It was little, but it was there. It made your heart flutter just a bit, causing you to smile.

“I might take you up on that.” His words were quiet as he walked in to see the couch. You had set a single, plump pillow on one end, and laid your biggest blanket over the piece of furniture. Bucky had been so hesitant to talk even one word to anyone, nevermind taking refuge from someone, but he couldn’t even remember the last time he had a nice place or spot to sleep. Not only that, but you seemed genuine to him. Deep down he knew he could trust you. Your smile widened.

“Are you hungry?” At your question, he looked back at you with a small nod. The tired look in his eyes made you want to really look after him, but there was only so much you could do and you didn’t want to startle him.

That night, you sat on opposite ends of the couch as you ate a freshly cooked meal, some sitcom on the TV. Eventually you decided to ask him what had happened to land him here. There was no pressure to answer of course, and you were more than willing to forget you asked if he didn’t yet feel comfortable to tell his story… but he did. You listened patiently and quietly as Bucky talked about The Winter Soldier.

Little did you know just how far you had already fallen for this man.

~~ Avengers Civil War ~~

After hiding for so long, Bucky had to admit there was something refreshing about now being out in the open.Of course, the circumstances were most unfortunate, but whatever happened, he would no longer be in hiding. Therefore he wouldn’t be putting you in any more potential danger. The two of you had grown quite close, and if anything happened to you because of him, well.. he didn’t like to think about it.

People like himself existed and had been used to assassinate King T’Chaka, and now the group his best friend Steve had put together were trying to get to the guy behind all of this. Unfortunately Tony Stark had created an obstacle for them. The old soldier could see that both men were somewhat regretful, but firm in their beliefs. Before he knew it, the fighting had begun.

Bucky and Sam Wilson had hidden in the airport terminal to start when this kid in a red and blue costume came at them. Sam knocked the kid away, so Bucky ran after them, and when he reached them, he saw an opening and threw a chunk of metal at the weirdly flexible kid. Naturally this kid was able to throw it right on back before being tackled by Wilson again.

Reaching the both of them just in time, Bucky ran between them as the spider kid flung himself at Sam, landing both the men in the floor below and his metal arm in some sort of.. webbing. The old soldier hated the fact they ended up in this position because of a child who didn’t even sound as though he had hit puberty yet. That’s when the kid was thrown out the window by the little robot bird.

“You couldn’t have done that earlier?” he growled at Sam, genuinely annoyed with the guy.

“I hate you.” Bucky merely scoffed at the response. They were in the middle of something big, but for a brief moment he found it funny that Steve’s new friend was this guy of all people.

Despite all this, you were still there. In his mind. With everything now in the open, he hoped your part in all of this was still in the dark. He just wanted you safe. To live your life.

~~ present time ~~

To Bucky, it almost felt like his past had repeated somewhat; to skip from one time to the other was confusing and frustrating. At least this time around it wasn’t as far into the future as the last time.

For you, however, it was a lonely experience. With The Snap, you had stayed behind. You lived out those five years. You had found a connection with this older guy you absolutely adored, and then you find out he was snapped out of existence along with half the planet. Lonely was an understatement, especially at the start.

At least he didn’t physically die - a fact you turned out to be grateful for when suddenly all those who had been Snapped were back. Of course, you knew the type of life Bucky led beforehand, so you were still worried, but you hoped with time he would contact you again. That hopefully things had finally calmed down at least somewhat in the world now.

Meanwhile, in the last five years you had moved to New York. With half the world gone, work had been a difficult adjustment for everyone, and you decided to start your own little business in The Big Apple; a prime area for you. It was just a little fashion/clothing business, but it turned out well enough to keep you afloat. Business got quite busy when everyone reappeared. It was stressful at first, but you managed to hire a few other people that helped. You were even able to start taking a little time to yourself occasionally in all due time. Eventually it became the norm.

With business and the world calming down, Bucky Barnes had been on your mind recently. You wondered where he was, if he was alright.

You were in your store. It was a weirdly calm day today, so you sat on a chair behind the main cash register. You heard the door open, but by the time you looked up, the person had disappeared behind one of the clothing racks. You thought about keeping an eye on them, ready to get up if it looked like they needed assistance.

“I got ‘im.” One of your workers said from behind you, offering a smile as she walked past you.

“Thanks.” You smiled back, watching her hover near whoever the customer was before looking back down at the book in your hands. You seemed to get quite into the book, because before you knew it, a shadow stood over you, but you didn’t notice until he spoke.

“Hey..” the voice caused your heart to stop as your ears perked and a weird yet pleasant shiver flew down your spine. You knew that voice. You knew eventually you would see him again, but it was still a surprise.

Slowly, you closed the book, and your eyes dragged up until they were on that same face you had last seen way over five years ago now. His hair was short now, but it was him alright. It was Bucky.

The man offered a small smile and wave as you stared at him. You had no idea what to do.

“Uh.. this your place?”

“Yeah…”

“You’ve done well.”

“I’ve had a lot of time.” Your responses were automatic. Your mind was blank.

“Uuhh..”

“Bucky?” You stared at him with wide eyes, your voice triggered a slightly wider smile on his lips as he nodded.

“It’s been a while.” His words made you scoff loudly.

“You’re telling me!” The both of you chuckled. The last five years had felt so long for you, but the two of you were already falling back into your old dynamic.

“... Listen Y/N.. all that old stuff.. The Winter Soldier stuff… it’s gone now.” His words made you smile for him. You knew how much his past had troubled him. You doubted it was completely out of the way, but you knew what he meant.

“No more hiding?”

“No more hiding.” Bucky smiled, a look of genuine relief on his face.

Just then, a group of teen girls walked in and your smile disappeared for a moment.

“I’m at work. I’m the boss but I still gotta work, we can’t..”

“I know a place we can go to later if you want? Catch up?”

“I’d love to! I close up around six today, we can go after then.”

“Perfect! I’ll come back and we can walk there together.” You smiled and nodded, too shy to say anything else right now. Bucky smiled before turning around, looking back at you as he opened the door to leave. You gave him a little shy wave.

You spent the next few hours constantly thinking about Bucky and finally being able to see and talk to him again. Excited was an understatement. You were happy. Bucky was back. You were always too shy to say anything about what you felt, but absolute adoration was another understatement when it came to that man.

The clock had finally struck six. Your employees were now leaving, and you decided to check the store, make sure everything was alright before closing up. The same employee that had helped out earlier that day came up to you as you picked up your things.

“Your gentleman caller is waiting outside.” She had a knowing smile on her face. She even seemed kind of excited and she stood there and waited as you blushed.

“Thank you..” you attempted to avoid her gaze as you packed the rest of your things in your bag.

“I’ll tell him you won’t be long.” At that, you offered her a smile before she left and you took a moment to relax before following.

Bucky wasn’t right there as you left through the front, but when you turned back around after shutting and locking the place, there he was just a couple feet away from you. A small flower bouquet in his hand. Your heart melted at the sight.

“I know you’re not much of a flower person, but I wasn’t sure what else to do.. You know… with the time gap and all.. But these are your favourites.” Bucky looked almost nervous. You shyly stuck your hand out to take the bouquet, your fingers brushing against his as you did.

“They’re perfect, thank you.” A small smile tugged at your lips again as you looked at them before looking back to the man in front of you.

“I’ve missed you Y/N.”

“Me too.. You that is! I’ve missed you, not myself.” You blushed as Bucky chuckled at your flustered self. He then held out an arm.

“Shall we?” You hesitated before taking hold of his arm with your free hand, a feeling of happy warmth washing over you.

“We shall.”

Tagging; @blondekel77 @book-hoardingdragon @mandosmimi

#sebastian stan #sebastian stan x reader #sebastian stan fluff #bucky barnes #bucky barns x reader #bucky barnes fluff #the winter soldier #the winter soldier x reader #the winter soldier fluff

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annakie · 4 years ago

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Are we out of the woods yet?

Hey all, haven't been on tumblr in a few days!

I have been living through what so many other Texans have been living through, so I thought I’d write a bunch of words about it, for posterity. My story isn’t nearly as bad as so many others, but hey, it was still a fairly major historical event so... writing it for my own memories. :)

Post title because that particular Taylor Swift song was stuck in my head for most of the last few days, for obvious reasons.

So the last week has been an adventure! Last Friday I got my first Moderna Vaccine, and I posted about it a few times, but by Monday was feeling pretty good. Of course, it snowed overnight. I'd been so out of it all weekend I didn't realize quite how bad it was going to be, but when a friend who lives nearby told me his power was out I kinda went "uh oh", baked myself a box mix of orange cranberry bread, fortified some windows with blankets, and crossed my fingers. Also starting that morning I'd reduced the temperature in the house, and shut off and unplugged everything non-essential.

I was feeling pretty happy when the power stayed on all day. My friend's power came back that evening so I thought I was out of the woods.

And then at 10pm... plunged into darkness.

I threw some more blankets into areas where the cats hang out and my bed, let some friends know, and tried to go to bed, hoping for the best in the morning. Couldn't fall asleep for hours, worrying, as the temperature was plunging to the negatives for the first time in living memory in Texas. Finally fell into a restless sleep, and woke up a few hours later, no power.

The worst thing about no power is like, all the things you can't do. My phone started at 100% charge and I'd charged all my devices including my backup battery, but still tried to conserve power. The scary thing was hearing that this could last for days. And boy the news that day was bleak about the possibility of having power again anytime soon. The house, however, stayed at about 51 degrees the entire day. So, it was cold, but very bearable with a few layers and blankets. Whichever cats I was near were very cuddly though.

I was really glad to have the cranberry orange bread because it was tasty and easy to eat. Also had a sizeable amount of beef jerkey, and chips, and I'd bought about 48 bottles of water at the start of the pandemic that I never drank, so I had no worries about what to eat for the time, luckily. I figured, worst case, I'd figure out a way to do soup over a candle to have a hot meal eventually.

I’d been dripping the bathtub and checking the other faucets regularly. I’ve never had a burst pipe in the normal cold we have, and was hoping for the best this time as well. All seemed well the entire day.

I slept a lot when I wasn't scrolling twitter and nextdoor for information. And early afternoon there was a knock on the door. My mom literally called the cops to do a wellness check on me because I hadn't answered texts in a few hours, lol. I thanked him, and called my mom. Internet had been spotty and her calls weren't going through, nor notifications when I got texts. So that was... notable.

I tried doing some reading, and playing on my Switch but to be honest, I was so anxious about everything that I couldn’t relax and keep my mind on anything but the lack of power and when it’d come back. I did take about four naps though. Considered bringing some of the cats into the car with me to warm up but realized I’d have to lift the garage door manually to run the car without, you know, dying, and instead just turned it on for less than a minute twice that day to keep the battery fresh...er... without carbon monoxide poisoning. (My garage door is solid wood. Even with good springs... it’s heavy.)

By the time it started to get dark, I started to worry about how much longer this would go on. I have a friend who has a 4-wheel drive... idk a land rover or something. He lives about 30 minutes away normally. It'd probably take well over an hour for him to get there now, especially since there was another storm coming that night. Since learning my power was out, he'd been asking if he could come get me, and they had steady rolling blackouts in their neighborhood, several other people I knew nearby were also saying their blackouts were rolling along.

I resisted, because I really didn't want to move the cats but I would never ever abandon my pets. But also it would be very difficult to move them. Patchy doesn't get along with any of them -- she stays in the master bedroom 100% of the time. There was a short period of time last year she would explore the house, but she got along with everyone else, especially Fry, so poorly that she decided she did not want to explore the house anymore. Fry sometimes wanders into the master bedroom and if they're both on the floor there's lots of hissing and yelling, and maybe swatting. She also has nothing but hissing for Pemily and Leela if she sees them. The master is her domain, the rest of the cats can have everything else.

Everyone else can be mean to Leela, though she gets along OK with Pemily most of the time.

But Fry is just... hoo boy he is nothing but a problem child I don’t want to subject on others. He’s a bully and an asshole and yells loudly when anything doesn’t go his way. He would really, really not take a new environment well. He hates the outside, and runs away when I even open a door. And getting him to the vet involves kitty sleeping pills, though he also still fights through it enough to freak out the entire time he’s in a carrier badly, yeowling the entire time and literally rips all his nails off trying to get out, still trying to dig his way out with bloody paws. It’s a nightmare. So the thought of getting all four of them into carriers at the same time, then putting them all in a car for well over an hour (and the entire trip would be nothing but all four of them crying the entire time with Fry being the worst), then bringing them into someone else’s house, and needing two separate rooms because I can’t put Patchy in the same room as the other three... and trying to keep them all calm in a whole new situation when none of them were used to any other environment than my house (aside from yearly trips to the vet) man... moving them was a last resort.

But around 10pm when I had been sitting in the dark for 24 hours, I texted him and said in the morning, if the power wasn't on, we'd talk about him coming to get me and the cats in the morning.

I fortified Leela’s bed with a blanket fort. (Pic above was from later, when I got power, and was way more open than I kept it when it was cold.) I couldn’t get her to move anywhere else... it actually worked pretty well.

I fortified the master bedroom with blankets over the sliding glass door on Monday and then put Patchy’s cat bed on the bed and fortified IT with more blankets. After she was settled in I managed to get her covered up. Then I went into the living room, which is the smallest room in the house and a room most would use as a bedroom, and snuggled into the couch with Fry and Pemily, the door cracked for ventilation, and four candles burning.

Fell asleep around 10:30.

Around midnight I was woken up by a terrifying sound... running water. Honestly thought I was dreaming for a moment, had to work to pull myself out of my dream, and my heart froze in terror that I may have a burst pipe. And then I heard a very, very good sound... the furnace turning on.

POWER! 26 hours later.. POWER. The running water sound was the cats’ water fountain.

Got out of bed, nuked myself a small frozen pizza, checked around the house for everything and everyone being OK, plugged in all my portable devices to recharge, and went back to sleep. Woke up around 4 and still had power. I thought... I really wanted a hot meal and should cook something that wouldn’t be bad as cold leftovers for lunch, as I’d finished the cranberry orange bread when I woke up at midnight. I didn’t want to use too much power so uh... I made Fettuccine Alfredo, and ate half of it... at 4am. What? It was good.

Also... I hadn’t seen the stray cat I’d been taking care of since Sunday night. He hadn’t even visited because there were no tracks in the snow. Checked the backyard randomly and he was there!!! So he got food and water. I was very happy.

THERE’S THE BOY! I call him Patchy’s Boyfriend. Taken through the blinds as to not scare him.

Animal tracks in the snow!! I was glad some birbs got some water, too!

Went back to bed in my own bed. Woke up a little later than normal for work with the power still on. Texted my folks to tell them the good news. Got up and went into the kitchen, started contemplating coffee and pancakes for a hot meal. Opened the fridge for the first time and checked the milk. Sadly, it didn’t survive, and realized I was a dumbass for not just.. putting the groceries... in the garage... where it was cold...

And just as I sighed and started to decide if I wanted coffee without milk... the power went back off. Aw, damn.

My spirits were lifted, though, at having power and a warm house overnight. I checked in with work and let them know I’d be out again unless the power came back, told my friends and said NOT to come get me, decided NOT to tell my mom the power was off again, because all that would do is make them worry about me all day again, checked on the cats and tucked them in, and went back to bed. Got some more sleep.

Relaxed more that day, with the house taking longer to cool down. Actually played some Switch, read the first couple of books in the Mass Effect Comic Collection. Had cold Alfredo and an apple with peanut butter for lunch. Scrolled twitter a lot more, not afraid to have to go to my backup battery if needed.

Right around the time I’d usually be knocking off for work... the power came on again.

And it didn’t shut off. Yay.

In total I was without power somewhere around 34 hours. It sucked.. but also... I didn’t have my pipes burst... they didn’t even freeze. The house never dipped below 50, thanks insulation! My water was always running, though for a few hours it was very low pressure, and always clean. My city government and congressman were both very involved and communicative, doing their best to help people and get the word out. City had two warming centers should I have needed them, one of which was pet friendly. I had plenty of food and water, enough for a week or more easily. I had friends willing to put themselves at risk and through inconvenience to make sure I was taken care of.

A lot of people had it much, much worse. So yeah. I don’t ever wanna do that again, but for me, it wasn’t all that bad.

Shoutouts to:

My nearby friend Eric, who would have let me stay at his place if needed.

My far-away friend Marcus for offering to come and get me, and suffer the inconvenience of my cats. Other friends would have if I’d asked, too.

My queen sized purple fleece blanket for being so warm and comforting.

My warm fuzzy bathrobe, messy bun beanie, and fuzzy slippers for making sure I was never all that cold.

My cats for weathering things well. They also learned that maybe they DO like being under covers now.

My LED Headlamp for providing hands-free light for hours and hours.

My mom for a bag of candles she gave me YEARS ago I always would see and want to throw out, but didn’t let myself just in case I needed them someday. I burned many of them and they kept me warm that second night.

Also my mom for... calling... the police... on me? I know she loves me. Also that cop for having a sense of humor about it and telling me to call my mom more often lol. ACAB and all, but I shoulda checked my texts.

My Switch and Mass Effect Comic Collection for being huge piles of entertainment when I could finally relax and read them.

My coworker Monica for suggesting I make something I could snack on easily in case we lost power. That cranberry orange bread was perfect.

Me for never throwing away a blanket. I should probably donate some, though. Between the cats and covering windows and me, though.. I used... a lot of blankets.

4am Fettuccine Alfredo.

My municipal utilities for already saying our bills wouldn’t be drastically higher from this month. Although, I take it back for being real bad at the “rolling” part of the “rolling” blackouts.

Also, one more thing... FUCK YOU TED CRUZ, YOU DESERTING PIECE OF SHIT. BETO O’ROURKE DOES YOUR JOB BETTER THAN YOU WITHOUT THE TITLE, POWER, OR PAYCHECK.

#personal post tag thingy #snowpocolypse2021

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just-jordie-things · 4 years ago

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Drunken love confession w Sarah

this is so on brand for me i love it. this definitely got out of hand fast and is a lil long for a blurb. ___

Sarah was a fairly affectionate person when she was sober.

So when she was plastered that amplified by about a million. Or at least it felt like it.

You and the group had thought it would be nice to have a little bonfire. Play some music, drink, mess around, smoke, the usual dumb shit that you all did for fun.

All of you had too much to drink, it wasn't just Sarah, but Sarah was the only one who was cuddling up to you like a sleepy child.

She’d moved to sit next to you in front of a log, and next thing you knew, she was wrapping her arms around you and leaning completely against your side, her head weighing down on your shoulder.

You didn’t mind- it made your heart skip a beat- but you didn’t mind. She was a sleepy and affectionate drunk. So you let her lay on you for most of the night.

Thing was, you had never planned on befriending Sarah Cameron. She was was the Kook Princess after all, and you were just another Pogue on The Cut. But when John B became friends with her, he swore up and down that the rest of you would love her too.

He was right.

The day you met Sarah, you were planning on keeping your walls up, you were planning on her being a bitch. But what actually happened was the complete opposite.

She was 100% sweetheart, through and through, and now she was arguably your best friend. (Don’t tell John B)

However, befriending Sarah Cameron wasn’t the only thing you hadn’t planned on.

You definitely hadn’t planned on catching feelings for her. Romantic feelings. Strong romantic feelings. They took you by surprise, not because she was a girl and you’d never really crushed on a girl before, but because she was a girl you grew up believing hated you, and suddenly she was the closest person in your life.

You kept these feelings to yourself, no one knew. Not John B, not Kiara, not even your diary. You were too scared of them to let them out of your own head. So it was your tiny little secret.

“Hey,” Sarah whispered in your ear, drawing you out of your thoughts as you glanced down at her.

She had a big goofy grin on her lips, and her eyes were hooded. She blinked slowly, like they were too heavy to keep them open.

“Wanna make a grilled cheese?” She asked, still whispering. Her eyes widened with excitement for just a moment before she was back to sleepy blinking.

You were pretty drunk yourself, so grilled cheese sounded divine.

“Abso-fucking-lutely” You whispered back, mirroring her grin.

Next thing you know you were getting up, pulling Sarah up with you and letting her lean on you as you walked away from the bonfire and back towards John B’s house.

Halfway there you realized you probably should have told the group you were leaving, you weren’t sure if you said anything. The last half hour was kind of a haze in your mind.

Sarah cheered when you made it to the house, and you began the prep for your sandwiches.

“How many do you want?” You asked, watching as she struggled to pull herself up onto the counter.

Unfortunately Sarah wasn't able to handle the task of answering your question and getting up on the counter, so you had to lift her up and sit her down so she would answer you.

“Ten! No, two, probably”

You laughed at her, nodding your head.

“Two it is, princess”

She put her head in her hands and watched you with heart shaped eyes as you made the simple snack.

You laughed when you caught her staring, flipping over one of the sandwiches.

“You’re drooling” You teased.

The girl quickly shot up, her hand reaching up to her mouth, wiping lazily at her lips.

“I am not” She declared after her inspection. You laughed some more, and she laughed with you. Not because she thought it was funny, your laugh was just contagious to her.

Sometimes even thinking about it she would giggle quietly, but she’d never admit that, especially not to you.

It felt like hours but eventually you handed her a plate with two grilled cheeses on it, and her face lit up like you’d just given her a priceless gift.

“They’re beautiful (y/n)!” She cheered as she took the plate.

You chuckled, leaning against the counter next to her as you ate the sandwich you’d made for yourself.

It was silent for a couple minutes as you both scarfed down your food like it was your last meal.

Sarah was swinging her legs below her, but at some point she’d stopped and wrapped her legs around your thigh, crossing her ankles so that you wouldn’t move. You’d laughed (making her giggle too) but neither of you said anything. You just chalked it up to Sarah being drunk and affectionate again.

When you finished eating, she yawned, and told you she wanted to go to bed.

“Do you want to go home? I can call you a cab or something,” You offered. “Or I can walk you home-”

“Can I just stay the night with you?” She asked softly, and you nodded in agreement.

Unlike the others, Sarah didn’t practically live at the Chateau. JJ stayed in the guest room, Pope and Kie fought over who shared the extra space in John B’s bed, and you stayed on the pullout sofa most nights. Sarah usually went back to the Figure Eight to sleep in her own bed.

You didn’t blame her, you’d spent the night in that bed once. You had no idea why she’d rather stay on the shitty pullout mattress than in that luxurious fluffy warm King-Sized bed.

You reached your hands out to her, silently offering to help her off the counter, but instead she re-wrapped her legs around your hips, and her arms curled around your neck.

She didn’t say anything, she just expected a piggy back ride, and who were you to refuse anything that she wanted?

So you hooked your arms under her thighs and hoisted her up to rest comfortably on your back as you walked out to the living room.

It was kind of difficult to move the couch cushions and pull out the bed with her on your back, but you would never in a million years complain to her.

Finally, when you’d set up the pillows and blankets, you carefully helped her down into bed.

She sighed delightedly as she wrapped the blankets around herself, before wiggling closer to you while you did the same.

You weren’t expecting her to lean forward and kiss your nose, but you weren't complaining. You just laughed and hoped that she didn’t notice how red your cheeks were.

But what she said next came out of nowhere.

“I’m in love with you”

It came out in a soft whisper, followed by a sigh, while she just stared at you admirably.

“Wh-what?”

“I’m in love with you,” She said again. “You know, like, I like you”

“Like and love are pretty different things” You told her, trying to brush it off and not get your hopes up. She was still pretty trashed after all.

“Well, I like you and I love you” Sarah said matter-of-factly.

You blinked, and opened your mouth to say something, but you didn’t know what to say to that. Your heart was beating so hard you thought it might burst out of your chest, and you wanted nothing more than to return the words back to her, but you had no way of knowing if she meant it.

“You’re pretty drunk, Sarah” You mumbled instead.

Her brows furrowed and her lips pursed slightly, and you had to admit the pout was adorable.

“What’s that got to do with it?”

“You don’t know what you’re saying-”

“I do too, I’m telling you I love you, I’m confessing my feelings,” She told you, trying her best to make a serious face.

She wiggled closer to you, tentatively reaching for your hand, and interlocking your fingers together.

“I mean it,” She whispered. “I’ve kinda had a crush on you for a while... but I love you, I know I love you”

She grinned brightly, proud of herself for admitting her feelings, and eager to hear your response, because she had a feeling that you felt the same way.

You couldn’t bite your lip hard enough to keep yourself from grinning widely, excitedly, and love-sickeningly.

“I’ve got a crush on you too,” You confessed in a whisper. “I love you too”

Sarah giggled delightedly, murmuring a soft ‘yay’ before squirming in closer to you, laying her head on your chest as her legs tangled with yours.

You hadn’t thought she’d ever feel for you what you feel for her- but you’d never thought you’d fall so deeply in love with Sarah Cameron.

#outer banks #outer banks fanfiction #sarah cameron #sarah cameron x reader #sarah cameron imagine #sarah cameron scenario #sarah cameron fanfiction

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psicostyles · 4 years ago

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The one where I get to know you

This might be a sequel since I don’t have a script or ideas to continue yet, but who knows?? This is a draft I found lost on my phone and tumblr and kinda liked the way I used to think when younger. Let me know what you think anyways

It’s not like I hated him.

We just don’t get along. I met Harry - the guy I don’t hate - a few months ago.

We were at a pool party of a friend we have in common. They though we would like each other right ahead since we have “similar taste” according to them. Alright.

We started to chat about nothing in the corner of the pool and I felt a little bored, to be honest. He is a nice guy, don’t get me wrong. But not for me. We haven’t spoken since that. And well, I’m still good this way, thank you.

But let me tell you what happened. The same friend who threw that party is now hosting a baby shower because guess what? She’s pregnant. Well, that was kinda obvious I guess.

Back to the point.

I’m here talking to myself in the same spot we chat the last time we saw each other, about a story who I rather forgot because I got nothing better to do…

"Hey,"

I look up, seeing a tall man holding two drinks.

"Oh, hey" I answered back.

"I don’t know if you remember me…“ he said reluctantly "I’m Ha…”

"Harry," I said interrupting him “yes, I remember you"

He smiles nodding at me, sitting by my side afterwards.

"Here, I brought you a beer” I murmur a silent thank you, and drink my beverage.

He still sits there, moving his leg inside the water with his beer in his hand looking from one side to another. And I stare at him.

I’m about to say something when Kendra - my pregnant friend - walks from God knows where with her husband by her side holding hands with a massive smile on their faces. They are in the middle of the yard with a massive box in front of them.

"Thank you so much for being here today" she started “it’s a very special day for us, not only because it’s our baby’s shower…but because we are about to found out our baby gender” everyone starts to clap exited.

Even though this gender things it’s super cliche and way too inappropriate, even for a unborn baby, it’s their day! Not mine. So I clap along, because either way I’m also happy. And I don’t need to be a brat about it. I can have a conversation with them in a near future about this whole thing, can’t I?

"Let’s do this," said Alex, the husband.

3,2,1…

The box was opened and pink balloons were floating in the air. Classic.

Oops, I mean, yay.

Everyone started to clapping and cheering, and so do I.

I get up and go hug them - trying not to soke them with my wet legs, and congratulate my friend. Then she started to speaking again.

"Enjoying the situation, Alex and I wants to request something from my friends over here. Can you come here, Harry?“

Harry got up from the ground - also a little wet, and came to where we were.

"Well… Y/N, you know, we’ve been friends for awhile now” Said Kendra “and you’ve been with me through my ups and downs, you are really important to me"

"And Harry,” she said facing him “Although we know you not so long, you became our best friend, our personal jokester and our precious baker"

Harry chuckled.

"All this speech is for actually ask you both if…” we four stared at each other. ”…you want to become our baby girl’s godparents," they said together.

Harry cheered exited hugging they both screaming yes, yes!!

I stayed frozen. Too shocked to say anything.

Meeting my failed date and being invited to become the grandparent to a child in the same day? Might be too much to handle.

Who I’m trying to deny? It’s too damn excited.

The three of them - after their hugging section - stared at me waiting for an answer.

"What do you say Y/N??“ Said Alex.

"Yes” I finally answered “I will be her godmother”

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Like I said, Harry and I don’t get along.

We’ve been seeing each other lately on behalf of our goddaughter Nina - she’s the cutest little thing I must say.

We had a dinner at Kendra’s place the other night, with a delicious meal and a fantastic glass of wine. I might have had two or three glasses.

Nina is eight months now and I have to admit she’s too smart for age, she skipped the ‘crawling processes’ and went straight to walking. The result was me and Harry chasing her the whole night. Not that I mind, it’s nice to spend some time with him, but after five minutes you get tired and want to get rid of him. At some point, Nina got tired of walking and decided to watch Peppa Pig while she’s was peacefully laid down in her crib.

The adults kept chatting about adult stuff, Harry was sat in front of me and every now and then I feel his glare on me and when I stare back he pretends he wasn’t looking. Nina was already asleep when we decided to leave but, I don’t have a car so, add this to a credit card with no credit you will find a woman who can’t order an Uber. So now, Harry is now taking me home. Might be the excess of wine in my veins talking but in this second I wasn’t so bothered to be in this same space as him for the first time.

The traffic got us stuck in the middle of the avenue at 11pm. He had turned the radio on with music I’ve never head, but I was tipsy that I don’t really know what I was listening to. Both of us didn’t say a word since we got in the car. While he was facing the road I could watch him better, even though was dark you could notice how sharped his jaw is. Or how his hair is getting curly, or-

‘‘Are you staring at me?’‘ I face the road again without saying a word. ‘‘So...’‘ Harry says trying to break the silence ‘‘Are you free next Friday?’‘

I chuckle

‘‘Are you seriously asking me out?’‘ he looks at me confused

‘’Is that a problem?” he stares the road. I look to him surprised.

‘‘Not at all, it’s just...awkward” I said “We just started to speak again because of Nina you know... If wasn’t for that I bet you wouldn’t even remember me”.

He is the one who chuckles now. He starts to drive again and decided that silence was the best option after all. Half an hour later he parks the car in front of my house when I’m almost leaving he stops me saying:

“You know, even if it wasn’t for Nina or Kendra or whatever, I would still try to talk to you. And I respect your decision, it’s okay if you don’t want to hang out’‘ we both smile. I got off the car and he calls me again ‘‘But if you change your mind...” I roll my eyes.

‘‘Good night Styles” he smiles turning on the car and leaving.

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Kenda asked me if I could spend the night with Nina since her and Alex wanted to spend some time together, I said yes, of course. So after work at a Friday night I’m at their place. They left around 7pm or so and since they I’m playing the babysitter with the happiest baby in the world. Nina is a very - very - excited child. She never stops. Never.

Now it’s around 8pm and I’m already tired. The thing is she loves climbing their’s stairs, from the bottom to the top, and once she get’s where she wants to start over again, and again, and again. Remember I said she learned how to walk very fast? Yeah, maybe she should have waited.

I’m in the middle of the stairs with Nina giggling when the doorbell rings. I take her with me with a pouty face, getting surprised when I answer the door

‘‘Harry?”

‘‘Nina!” he says ignoring me. Nina straightway leave the comfort of my embrace so she could have his “How you doing my love? Are you good?”

“Harry?” I try again. He looks at me “May I help you?”

He enters while I close the door. I follow him ‘til the living room where he puts Nina into her crib. He turns around and faces me with his hands inside of his jacket.

‘‘Alex called me told to come over so I could help you out’‘

‘‘Well,” I said “I appreciate but they didn’t warned me of anything”

“It was sudden” he said “Are we hungry?”

“We already ate, but thanks”

He shrugged and face Nina again.

“Who missed the nestes grandfather in the word hmm?” Nina giggles. Cheater “I heard you wanna play some more, yeah? Let’s go then”

She grabs her again and says she’s taking her upstairs to the playroom. Now I “can take some rest” according to him. Yeah, okay. Suddenly I don’t feel so tired anymore. I clean the mess we made earlier and hear the giggles from upstairs. I climb the stairs carefully and move to Nina’s room. Her door is almost closed so I give a little peek inside the room and caught Nina playing with muppets laughing with everything Harry - well the mullet Harry was playing, a frog I belive.

“Why don’t you come from behind the door and come play with us, Aunt Y/N” said Harry, the frog with a strange but yeah, actually funny voice.

And so I did. At every terrible imitation of animal he did Nina giggle like it was the funniest thing in the world, as she understood everything we said. I was playing a very badly sheep but she didn’t mind at all. A few hours later she felt asleep right when Alex and Kendra got home.

“We don’t know how to thank you guys” they said.

“Tell me he is coming next time” I thought but I kept myself quiet.

So yeah, here we are again like the last time. I did not have a drive so Harry, the saviour offered to take me home so I accepted. The silence it’s not the uncomfortable as before, most of the time we talked about Nina and how special she is. From one second to another we where at my place. Before I could get out of the car he said

“Remember last time? I asked you out and you rejected me like...Well, you rejected me” he said uma playful tone.

I got out of the car and supported myself on the window.

“Oh, well. Maybe if you ask me a second time maybe I can accept”

He smirked.

“Are you free anytime?”

I smiled at him.

“You know what? Who knows maybe at third time you convince me”

We both smiled. He left and I watched him go.

He wasn’t so bad after wall.

#harry imagine #harry styles imagine #harry one shot #harry blurb #harry styles blurb #one direction imagine #one direction blurb #harry styles #harry styles series #harry styles writing #harry writing #one drection writing #psicostyles

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alpaca-obsession · 5 years ago

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Princesses Don’t Cry

Hello there! This was written for @holylulusworld 4k writing challenge.

My prompt was “You stand there and accuse me, but where were you at that time?”

Word count: 2,714

Warnings: yelling, mom!reader, witch!reader, slightly hurt reader i guess. (I think that’s it. Let me know if I missed anything!)

A/N: This is the first fic I’ve finsihed in a long time actually. Also Lisa and Ben are mentioned, but I didn’t set this in any specific season. The boys do life in the bunker, and yeah. I honestly don’t know. So have fun! Feedback is appreciated :)

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Opening my fridge for the third time now I look at the leftovers of my last meals and sigh, eventually closing the door again and making my way on to my couch.

When there is a knock on the door I panic for a short moment. No one should be out here at this time.

"Elijah, could you go and check on Annabelle?", I ask the cat sitting on the windowsill. Grunting the black cat makes his way up the stairs.

Taking my gun I approach the door.

"Y/n, are you home?", I hear a familiar voice.

"Cas?", confused I open the door, looking at the angel in front of my cottage.

Beckoning him inside I put my gun down on my couch table.

"What do you need Cas?", I ask.

"I need your help. To be more specific, Sam, Dean and I need your help", the angel says.

"Oh no, absolutly not! We won't help these Winchester boys, so I suggest you leave now", says Elijah who jumps up on the couch to be a little taller in front of Castiel.

"Elijah I told you to be nice to Cas. He is my friend, so don't be rude", I scold my familiar. "What do you need help with Cas?"

"We are hunting another witch and I thought you could be of some assistens", Cas says.

"I'm sorry Cas. I don't think I can be of any help. You can handle a witch on your own. And I haven't been on a hunt in 5 years you know that", I said and look at the angel in my living room.

Just as he was about to say something, footsteps come running down the stairs and into the room.

"Uncle Cassie!", my daughter Annabelle squeaks hugging the angel of the lord.

"Hello there Belle. How are you small one?", Cas asks the five year old.

"Mommy has been teaching me some magic and it's been really fun! Also Elijah caught some mice yesterday and he ate them! Can you belive that?", Annabelle rambles on, never letting go of Castiels leg. He stands there and listens to the small child.

"Anni, Mommy and Uncle Cas have something important to talk about. Why don't you go back to your room and try that spell I taught you?", I ask my child, hoping she takes the bait.

Shaking her head violently she clings thighter to Castiels legs.

"No! I wanna talk important too! Maybe I can help Mommy", she says giving me her puppy dog eyes.

"Fine. You can stay, but you have to sit still and be quiet, okay baby girl?", I sigh and my daughter nods eagerly. Hopping on to the couch, pulling Castiel with her, just to sit on his lap.

"What is this important thing you are talking about Uncle Cas?", Annabelle asks.

"Some old friends of your Mum and me need help, but I can't seem to convince her to help, can you belive that?", Cas asks the child on his lap, which gasps in shock.

"Mommy! How can you not want to help your friends?", Annabelle asks shocked.

"You see sweatheart, me and one of those... friends had a bad disagreement", I try to explain what happened in a child friendly way.

"But Mommy, that's no reason not to help. You always say that you need to talk if you have a disagreement. And that you should help friends even if you had a disagreement. That's what you said last time me and Sunny had one", the child huffs and crosses her arms in front of her chest.

"Fine. I'll help. But neither of them boys gets to know about Annabelle", I sigh and stand up. "Elijah, will you come along?"

Rolling his eyes the cat looks between me and my daughter. "As if I had a choice. So yeah. I'll come along", Elijah says, rolling his eyes in the process.

"Good. Come Anni, you gotta pack some of your things. We'll probably not be home for a few days."

"Yay! So it's like a family trip!", she giggles and runs up to her room to get some clothes and toys.

"You make sure these boys stay away from my child. Or I will rip of your wings with my bare hands, do you understand me?", I tell the angel and he nods.

Cas takes his leave and I head up to my bedroom to pack some things. Elijah hops on to my bed and looks at me with this famous look of his.

"I know I'll regret this 'Lijah. You don't have to tell me", I sigh and close up my bag.

Taking one final look around the cottage I take Annabelle to the car and get in the drivers seat. At least it wasn't going to be that long of a car ride. Still two hours to the motel I planed on staying at. But not the worst.

Annabelle fell asleep 45 minutes into the ride and Elijah was curled up by her side. Even though he didn't admit it, he loved her as much as I did, and he took care of her in whatever way he could.

Not wanting to wake Annabelle up, I pick her up and walk into the motel. After checking in Elijah is already sitting outside of the window.

"I'll be meeting with Sam and Dean in the morning. Will you look after Anni?", I ask the cat that curled up on a chair.

"I'm your familiar, not your babysitter", Elijah scoffs.

Raising an eyebrow at him, he sighs, murmuring his agreement. Scratching him behind the ears I smile as a purr leaves him.

After getting Annabelle's and my bag from the car, I settle down and set up some candles and protection spells. You never know what is out there.

In the morning Annabelle and I grab some pancakes and Elijah gets himself some mice or whatever he's up to.

"Okay sweetie, Mommy is going to meet her friends now. Elijah will take care of you for as long as I'm gone. If anything happens you know how to use the phone I gave you, yeah?", I ask, giving my daughter a questioning look.

"I remember Mommy. Elijah and I are going to have a tea party!", she explains, while Elijah's eyes went wide. He didn't particularly enjoy the tea party's, but he always put up with them.

"Safe some for me okay suger cube? I'll be back as soon as I can. Love you", I say, kissing the top of her head and Annabelle giggles, returning the 'I love you'.

I make my way to the resturant Cas said to meet them in and take a seat. Thankfully I don't have to wait long for the three of them to show up. They all sit down opposite to me and I sigh.

"Why didn't you bring-", I know what Cas was about to ask, before he cut himself of. Damn angels..

"Bring who?", asked Sam.

"My familiar. Surely you remeber Elijah", I say, saving Castiels slight slip up, giving him a warning glare.

"How could we not remember that damn cat. Tore up my favorite flannel", Dean muttered.

"He had every right to do that Dean. You weren't really nice to him back in the day", Sam says, giving his brother a weird look.

"Now, tell me about that witch, so I can get back to my cottage", I demand.

We spent a few hours talking about all the things they had gathered. It wasn't that much to be honest. But enough to track her I guess.

"I'll do what I can. If I get a lead, I'll let you know. Now if you'll excuse me, I gotta get back to Elijah and you gotta go back to.. whatever", I cut myself of, not wanting emotions to show.

Heading back to the motel I try to think of what spell I might use. When I open the door to the motel room, Annabelle is nowhere to be seen. For a moment I'm worried, but Elijah comes out of the bedroom.

"She was tired, so I put her to bed. You have been gone almost the whole day after all", Elijah says, sounding just slighlty pissed off.

"I'm sorry 'Lijah. I needed some air after that meet up. But thanks for keeping an eye on her", I say, reaching out to pet him.

Setting up the things I need for my spell, I try not to focus on my thoughts about seeing Sam and Dean again.

After finishing my set up I decide not to start the spell today. I can always do that tomorrow, and maybe I'll let Annabelle help me a little.

Just as I was about to drift of to sleep, there is a knock on the door. Shooting up from where I'm seated, I walk over to the door, opening it jsut slighly enough so I can take a look at who's in front of the door.

Seeing the Winchester's out in the hallway I sigh. Opening the door just a little wider I give them a questioning look.

"We wanted to know if you'd maybe like to grab a drink with us?", Sam asks, smiling at me hopefully.

"Thanks, but no thanks."

"Could we at least come in then? Catch up maybe?", Sam asks.

Looking back at Elijah, he makes his way over to the door, looking up at the hunters.

"You won't take no for an answer, will you?", he asks the brothers, which then both shake their heads.

Sighing I beckon them inside. Annabelle sleeps like the dead, so talking to them won't wake her up.

Offering them a beer each and making them sit down, Sam starts his small talk. Elijah sits on my lap, slightly calming my nerves with his purring.

Sam actually seems happy talking and catching up with me and my life. Well, without Annabelle of course. Dean doesn't talk much. I wonder why Sam even made him come here. Dean had broken up with me, kicking me out of his life 5 years ago.

"Mommy, Mommy, I had a nightmare", a small voice hiccups.

The brothers watch with wide eyes as I make my way over to my daughter, wiping the tears from her face.

"I'm so sorry sugar cube. But you know what Uncle Bobby always says to you? Princesses don't cry. And you know why? Because princesses are so strong and brave. And you're my brave and strong princess, right?", I say, smoothing my hand over her hair and hugging her small figure.

With a small nod, and some light sniffling Annabelle pulls away and smiles up at me. Eventually her eyes fall on the man on the couch.

"Are those your friends Mommy?", Annabelle asks, walking past me and towards the brothers.

"Yes. But they were just about to leave, weren't you?", I smile at Sam and Dean, hoping for their own good that they get the message.

But the Winchesters being the Winchesters, they don't get my message.

"I like your hair", Annabelle says, standing in front of Sam, giving him her biggest smile.

"How old are you sweetheart?", Dean asks, getting Annabelles attention.

"I'm 5! And my Mommy has started teaching me some magic. Do you wanna see? I'm already pretty good!", the now wide awake child says.

"Anni you have to get back to sleep. Elijah said you were practacing earlier. We both know how exhausted that gets you", I try to reason with the child, "maybe you can show them another time."

"Okay Mommy", Annabelle says, skipping her way into the bed room. Following her, I tug her in and close the door on my way out. Just to be meet with two pairs of wide eyes.

"Was that.. you're daughter?", Sam asks.

"No. I kidnapped her and made her think I was her mum. Y'know, I'm that kind of witch that steals your babys. Of course that's my daugther you jerk", I say, sarcasm dripping in my voice.

"Is she mine?", Dean speaks up now, looking at me with his green eyes.

"Gosh darn it Dean, not every child roaming this earth is yours. Just because you and I used to be a thing, dosen't mean that Annabelle is your daughter", I exclaim starting to get pissed at the situation. Why would he care now?

"Now get out of my room please. Elijah and I want to start early tomorrow to finish this as fast as possible", I say opening the door, waiting for the brothers to get up and leave.

Sam nods and makes his way out of the room. Dean follows him, but stops in front of me.

"Answer my question y/n. Is she my daughter?", he asks again not breaking eye contact.

"Yes. You're the father. Now get out of my room", I say in a stricter tone this time.

"Why didn't you tell me? How could you keep that from me?", Dean starts raising his voice.

Pulling him out of the room I close the door behind me in an attempt to lower the voices that would eventually reach Annabelle.

"Why do you care Dean? You didn't care five years ago, why should you care now?", I ask him, crossing my arms over my chest.

"She's my daugther! Like my biogical child. I had every right to know about her!", Dean now yells at me. "You had no right to keep her from me! Why didn't you tell me about her? Didn't you want your child to have a father, unlike you? Why keep your child from having a father? Didn't you love me?"

"You stand there and accuse me. But where were you at that time? Oh right. You were busy playing the apple pie life with Lisa and Ben! I tried telling you that I was pregnant! But you never listened to me! You claimed that you loved me, until Lisa and Ben showed up and you had the chance to get away and have a family. But you already had one! You had Sam and me. And you could've had Annabelle. But you lost every right to my child, the day you threw me away like a piece of rubbish!", I yell, tears threatening to spill from my eyes.

"Lisa and I were over the day Sammy stood in front of our door. And now you want to keep my biogical child away from me?", Dean demands to know, emotions playing in his eyes. From anger to sadness.

"See. Sam will always be more important. And he'll be more important than Annabelle at one point. I can't let you hurt her", my voice cracking at the end, tears now running down my cheeks.

"Then come with us. Take Annabelle and Elijah and move into the bunker with us. I'll hunt with Sam and still be there to be Annabelles father. And you would be able to help us if you'd like", Dean says, pleading green eyes filling with tears.

"How can I be sure you won't leave me again? That you won't throw this away again?", I ask.

"I swear on Sam's hair and all myy love for him, that I will be a good father for Annabelle", Dean says letting tears roll down his cheeks, and putting his hand over his heart.

Pulling Dean into a hug I hold him tight. I didn't even realize how much I missed his arms wrapped around me.

After a few moments we both pull away and I open the door to my room, leaving Dean to stand in the hallway.

Standing in the middle of the room is Annabelle.

"I'm sorry Mommy, I know I should be sleeping, but I heared yelling and I got worried", she say, big doe eyes looking at me.

"It's okay sugar cube. I would like to introduce you to someone", I say holding out my hand to her.

Taking her outside the room I see Dean's face light up.

"But Mommy I already know him. He's your friend", the small girl says.

"Yes that's right. But he's your Daddy too. And I'm planning one moving in with him, if that is okay with you?", I ask my daughter.

She just gives me the biggest smile, nods and hugs Dean's legs. Maybe this wasn't so bad.

#supernatural #sam and dean #dean winchester #sam winchester #witch!reader #mom!reader #dean x reader #supernatural x reader #supernatural oneshot #4k writing challenge #holylulusworld #dad!dean

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iwannawritepls · 4 years ago

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Writing Update 05

Guess who finished. guess. go on guess. That’s right it was me!!

It was pretty intense because my playlist had finished and so I was sat feverishly typing the last paragraph out in silence and then when I went round for the final spell check I was listening to Achilles Come Down by Gang of Youths and it finished as I finished and it was a moment.

So so so. in total we have

69069 words (nice) and 102 pages spread over 23 chapters and 5 parts. I can actually go into the plot and stuff now too because I know what that is from start to finish. I won’t go into that here I’ll just talk about the last chapters. Buckle up this ones gonna be long.

Whence last we left off there were 17 chapters and now there’s twenty-three. Chapter seventeen also has an actual name too so yay.

Chapter 17 – Pinches of Catgut

Chapter 18 – Yours Forever, Echo

Chapter 19 – Ink’s Tarnish

Chapter 20 – Red Room

Chapter 21 – Crosshatched Scars

Chapter 22 – Chasing Sundust

Chapter 23 – Amen

Chapter 17 originally is now what chapter 18 and chapter 23 isn’t really an epilogue but it also is y’know? Like the last two chapters are the endings in their own right (I say as if I didn’t stop reading The Darkest Minds seven pages from the end)

But c’est la vie!

Chapter 16 (I can finally explain this stuff woo) we had the fallout to the guy’s being told they have to pay the devil – who isn’t really the devil and is actually a god in his own right but that’s beside the point – back for everything he’s done for them. this one focuses on Valentine and Albert having a bit of a moment where I realised ‘oh gosh everyone is a foil to everyone oh gosh’

Chapter 17 is kinda the same but from William and Basil’s side where they have their own conversation about who Will killed Charlie by accident….yeah…William is still baby he just killed someone that’s fine. This is fine.

Chapter 18 is where shit hits the fan because oh my god James is back!!!!! Idk if I mentioned this but James is Enoch’s dead bf who wasn’t dead at all and I’ve been hinting at it the entre god damned book. I almost didn’t include it but after a talk with one of my friends I realised that James’ being alive would bring in more tea than ever before and well,,,,,,why wouldn’t I?

Oh yeah James also tells Enoch that everyone is coming to find them.

The way I'm explaining this seems like stuff just happens, but I swear I do add threads throughout! I'm just disjointed in my thought process.

Chapter 19 is the beginning of the end. We have a rush to pack as they’re trying to get out and they would have more help from James but Basil doesn’t trust James, Enoch is drunk, William has lost a lot of blood and both Al and Valentine had been asleep so they’re slow and groggy and it’s raining because England and winter and the coast is just a great combination.

Enoch and James end up going ahead cus people are getting close and they need to get their stuff away from there. There were three cases left to tie but they didn’t have time so while James and Enoch go ahead the others are carrying the last three cases to the docks so they can tie and run.

Chapter 20 is where Enoch wraps his beef with Aristide up. kinda. He originally planned on just saying goodbye but then stuff happens and he feels bad for Aristide so he just gives him to the devil without the murder part of it.

Chapter 21 valentine kills his uncle and gets closure™

Chapter 22 this chapter is so good. I love it, I love it so much. I'm still kinda feeling funky about it because its got a flashback and the rest of the book hasn’t got anything exactly like this – unless you consider the small titbit in chapter 17 a flashback. But I really delve into Sebastian’s psyche and before then I kinda hated Sebastian but it feels like he's had a whole ass character arch and I love it. I really love this chapter so much.

And finally chapter 23 is them running and the last of the setup for the next book

I want to include memes but they’re all old stuff. If I have anything new, I’ll insert it if not I’ll keep 5 random facts about the boy’s as my transition.

Albert

When he was a bab he wanted to meet keats before he realised the mans is dead.

Can write in shorthand in both Russian and English just so long as he doesn’t focus too hard on it

Albert is his middle name, Lyonya is his first name

Is a cat person.

Orders the same meal at every restaurant even if they don’t serve it. if they don’t serve it he has a tiny crisis.

Also defo has one of the others order for him

Basil

Defo a gifted and talented student if he was alive today

He's technically an accountant and low key enjoys it

Can fight but is a pacifist by choice

Skipped class once and got bored and never did it again

When they were still at school he would look after the groups deeds to land and do all the legal stuff for them because they had no clue. He still has all of Valentine’s papers and so could technically steal valentines land and nobody would care.

Enoch

Isn’t gay is actually bisexual

Is really good at science but just doesn’t care about it

He ate leek and potato soup exclusively for three weeks on a dare

Once played Mercutio and tripped on stage. Managed to hide it pretty well but hasn’t lived it down.

Would live in an old theatre if he could just for the aesthetic and bragging rights

Valentine

His family is of German heritage

Bakes as a stress relief but gets hyper focused on one thing for ages (tarts is the big one of the year)

Is the mum of the group but wouldn’t ever admit it

Cannot do maths for shit. or much else. He can just speak a lot and paint.

It’s a continuous joke irl and in novel universe that he’s called Valentine, but his birthday is on February 15th because his parents thought it was still February 14th when he was born.

William

Allergic to honey but would eat it anyway

Joined classes three years after everyone else

Is the only one in the group that understands people

Has a really bad centre of gravity and falls over a lot

He's 6’7

Bonus – a wild Sebastian appeared.

Acts 50 is 20

Is just brine

In a constant state of identity crisis

Was he born or did he just appear fully formed? Nobody knows

Always stuck as Benvolio. No matter what. forever. He hates it.

Excerpts! –

“you are a walking disaster.” Basil sighed

“I'm your favourite disaster though.” He could hear the smile in Enoch’s voice.

I just like these lines. Nothing too deep just thought they were funny.

Basil placed a hand on his knee hoping the rain could drown out what the music that followed William could not.

My mans being a supportive friend

He finished pulling the manuscript together and reached for the box Albert kept all his current writings in. it was a small box with darker patches between the broken veins where ink had spit and flowed between the cracks.

i have nothing to say about this

They only had real tenderness with some of the fragile things. A school given copy of A Midsummer Night's Dream, a book by a man called Sashenka Potemkin, teacups with still blooming meadows painted onto them, a book about a monastery, a violin case that had nail marks embedded into the leather, an easel.

Y’know keepsakes are Important but if you’re running shouldn’t you pack light? Probably but these guys are sentimental bastards

The shops were alive with people, the two pubs were open and selling even the tailoress was in business. He wasn’t entirely surprised; worms came out during a storm. They thrived when the squawking of the gulls had disappeared.

We live in a society – Enoch 2019

The gate yielded under his hand, the closest he got to acceptance in the high walls. It seemed colder once he’d walked into the threshold, urging him towards the sickening feeling of unbelonging that sat in his gut. It made him want to turn away and never come back some of the time. How much he didn’t belong there.

Sebastian is yearning™

Basil reached into Albert’s pocket and pulled the crocus out. Albert didn’t react as he did so. he stared at it twirling it between his fingers staring at the petals and their untarnished glory despite having been used to kill them all at least once.

And while that isn’t the last line that’s the end of this. I'm taking a break from beginning anything big and while I want to move onto writing Adalius, Ariane and Adionis’ story I’ll wait for a moment before I do. just because I cant bring myself to think about how I'm starting this yet.

Anyway. That means no updates for at least 3 weeks. I know you’re all distraught. But yeah.

I hope you have a good day.

Thanks for reading this!

BYEEE!

#writing update #i finished something #its the end of an era #i miss my boys already #gosh #whats next #i dont know #i wanna take a nap #im gonna take a nap #thanks for reading this #and all of these #writingupdate #and i love my boys #sisyphus update

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this-lioness · 5 years ago

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Another bullshit update on life in general

Work has kept me busy, and I’ve been trying to get more done creatively and around the house, as well.

This was the first weekend in awhile I didn’t do any (or much) meal prep, since we had enough in the freezer to last us for all the dinners this week, and even a few lunches for Marc. I made a dozen eggs, cut up and roasted almost 5 lbs of potatoes, and called it a day.

I cancelled the physical therapist, because between work, gym, housekeeping and trying to do something other than being a machine I did not have time for an additional two rounds of exercises every single day. We were getting up at 5 AM, leaving for work at 6:30 AM, leaving work for home at 5 PM, getting home from the gym around 7, then eating for a half hour. It was not going to happen.

We ended up cancelling the gym membership, because -- as much as we want to go -- we are just too tired and hungry after an hour-long commute to be like, “Yay, let’s do something tedious and exhausting for a half hour!”

The long term goal was to cancel the membership anyway, however. I told Marc I want us to concentrate on finishing the sheetrock in the former “cat room” this coming weekend so that we actually use it for its intended purpose, which was exercise. I have that barre I bought last year that I haven’t had time or room to use even once, and the treadmill and hand weights is just sitting and collecting dust. So anyway, that’s the plan for next weekend.

We will also be fostering two cats in the next couple weeks, and trying to find them a home. Long story short we met an artist at one of the galleries downtown, very nice guy, and his friend or nephew or I forget has recently knocked up his girlfriend and decided, “Well, we need to move and get rid of the cats I guess!”

So they’re two year-old sisters, and he wants them to stay together, which is fine. Like Rosie, they actually look very young, like maybe only 5 months old. They have never been to the vet in their life, so no shots, and neither of them are fixed, which means it will be on us to take care of all that before they get adopted out. I’m sure he’s going to be a great Dad [/sarcasm].

When Marc found out that the cats needed a full vet workup, including spay, he was initially resistant due to the cost. I said okay, if you’re not comfortable with it you’re not comfortable with it, and went upstairs to investigate our options. The Walmart just opened up a “Vet IQ” clinic that does basic veterinary care, and we can utilize a local spay clinic for about $50 per cat, so on that end alone we’d be shelling out less than $300 (there’s always food and litter, of course).

After awhile Marc came up and was like, “I think I was a little hasty, I’m sure we can make it work.” After I told him the anticipated costs he was much more into it, so that’s good. Hopefully we won’t have any trouble finding a home for them.

Rosie is doing well at feeding time in her crate! It has not stopped her from being an absolute maniac spaz about food, but there is almost no growling at all while she eats now. She goes in her crate, Marc covers it up with a towel, and she eats with seemingly less hysterical anxiety. I’ll call it a tentative win.

Rosie, by the way, loves Bones. Bones can usually take her or leave her, although his tolerance level is much higher when she’s not acting the spaz, although you see moments of affection for her as well. She greets him with a nice long body rub when they cross paths, and yesterday Marc caught him grooming her head. It does my heart good.

At the risk of jinxing myself, I’ve been doing much better at bowling for the past few weeks! I did decently at league on Friday, and when we went for our Sunday practice I had a series of something like 145, 106 and 140. Considering I was lucky to break 100 a couple months ago I’m feeling very encouraged.

What has worked for me, honestly, is throwing out a lot of convention wisdom. Marc has always been very patient with me, explaining game theory and approach and all that, but no matter how much I tried to put it all together it just wasn’t working. And I was really, really trying.

Then, a few weeks ago, I was chatting with someone about Dyscalculia, and did a bit more casual reading about it. I was reminded that it often causes issues with spatial awareness, something I can absolutely vouch for (I actually suspect it’s part of what’s caused me to have such persistent problems with perspective and anatomy over the years, although that’s a discussion for another time.)

So I started keeping that in mind when we play: I used the techniques that I knew were helpful, but in any aspect where I was supposed to do one thing, but consistently got unexpected and problematic results, I tried to go more by “feel”.

It’s hard to explain why this works, but it has so far. Basically, I had to throw out the notion of bowling at “angles”, and became more of a straight-shooter, keeping in mind that my ball does have a tendency to hook left. I got something like 3 or 4 strikes in one game on Friday!

Which is not to say that I’m suddenly a good bowler, because I’m not, but I’m better, which is what I wanted. What’s annoying is when (admittedly well-meaning) people are like, “Here’s what you’re doing wrong!” and try to teach me about techniques which I already know, but which just don’t work for me.

This happened two weeks ago I think, and I’m sure the lady meant well, but she also was ignoring me when I said multiple fucking times, “I understand, but I have spatial awareness problems, that doesn’t work for me.”

Like, repeating something at me over and over is not going to make it any more true. I hear what you’re saying, you’re just wrong.

So in other news I finished two more of the Mori Girl Cats, and that dumb little werewolf thing that was strictly for my own amusement. (Someone was like, “That would make a great t-shirt,” and haha, I’m not fucking falling for that one again.) I also organized the office / computer area of the Geek Room, we stashed away the last of the convention stuff, and it feels much more clean and open and neat. A place I actually want to hang out, and not anxiously work while avoiding the pile of shit sitting behind me!

Last night I also installed Sims 3 and treated myself to a handful of expansion and “stuff” packs. I only had enough time to create one Sim last night, but I already look forward to giving him a cold.

…*cough*...

Unrelated, but I meant to talk about something that happened last Wednesday, when I was out running my Mom around to her appointments and whatnot.

So… for anyone who didn’t follow me on Facebook or my old Tumblr, the short version is that my Mom and I have a very long and complicated history. She was not a very good mother, she is a textbook covert narcissist. She was an alcoholic for many, many years which caused serious and life-altering problems for me as a teenager and young adult, and after she got sober she transitioned to a prescription drug addiction which further deteriorated our already tenuous and fraught relationship, and landed both her and my stepfather in financial ruin.

About a year and a half ago, to help save them from the road to homelessness, we helped them sell their old house and moved them to Bucks County to live about 10 minutes from us, in a mobile home park. We helped them get it fixed up, we help with maintenance, running errands, etc. It’s a very cute little house, and although it took some time I think they see that now, and that their lives are better off.

When they first moved up here my mother was still on prescription drugs, but she very quickly found that it was impossible to find a new doctor to continue prescribing her the same pharmaceutical cocktails she wanted. And boy did she fucking try. She’s already changed doctors at least three or four times since moving here, whipping out her favorite refrain of “I don’t think this doctor knows what they’re talking about!” every time they’re like, “Yeah, you don’t need to be on a steady stream of opiates.”

Eventually the lack of drugs caught up with her, the withdrawal passed, and for the past year or so she and I have actually gotten along okay. She is still, and always will be, a difficult person, and I worry about whether or not she’ll find a doctor to start filling prescriptions again, but until then things are… okayish.

Anyway, that’s the long back story.

Back when they were still living at their old house, Marc and I would periodically go to visit them. My Mom was always drugged out of her gourd, so I fucking hated going, but I had to do my duty, and she made every excuse imagineable for why she couldn’t come visit us. So once a month we’d pack up, trek over to her house, order take-out, hang out for a while, then go back home again.

Except my Mother would do this thing where, after the food arrived, she would put the plates out, and then she would continue to gather plates and reorganize the kitchen while everyone was sitting down, serving themselves and eating.

Like, the food would be on the table, we’d all be halfway through our meals and well on our way to being done, and my Mom would still be in the kitchen sorting around in the drawers for a mystery spoon or bowl that she needed, then finding it, washing it out, drying it, realizing it was the wrong one, putting it away, etc.

Eventually she would come out while everyone else was finishing up, serve herself a tablespoon of food, eat half, and then talk about how full she was.

For a while we would be like, “Mom… everyone is eating. We have everything we need. We literally don’t need anything else. Just come in and eat,” and she would ignore us. Eventually I just stopped caring, and let her do her thing while the rest of us ate. The sooner we finished the sooner we could leave.

I don’t know how else to describe her behavior apart from manic. Like, when it was time to order, if I asked her for a menu, she would bring me the menu, and for fifteen minutes after I had called to place the order she would still be rooting through the drawers looking for more / other menus. She would get herself so worked up that sometimes while we were sitting downstairs hanging out she’d have to go up and be sick.

All this just to give you a sense of what she used to be like.

Anyway. I’m driving her home from an appointment on Wednesday, and she’s commenting how all of us just naturally turn into their mothers as we get older, even though we don’t want to. In that I stayed dead silent through this observation I think she recognized that I disagreed. So then she moved on to how different some daughters are from their mothers, especially in the kitchen.

And she said to me, “Like when I cook, I have to clean as I go along, I can’t just put everything in the sink until later. Remember when you used to come over to eat, and you’d say to me, ‘Mom, come and eat, the food is ready!’ and I’d be so busy cleaning up that I wouldn’t even realize!”

And I’m like, “....”

Because that’s not what happened. That’s not even fucking remotely what happened. So she has spun the reality where she is an out-of-control manic drug addict and spun it into a funny story about how she’s such a neat freak that she doesn’t realize it’s time to eat.

I was sorely tempted to correct her, but at the last second realized it wouldn’t make a difference either way. She is never going to look back on her behavior with any kind of clarity, and trying to force her to do so would just make the day end on a sour note. If she wants to live in delusion, that’s on her. I can tolerate it, but I’m certainly not going to feed into it by saying something like, “Yes, that’s precisely how it happened.”

She’ll have to learn to interpret the silence on her own.

Anyway, I guess that’s it. Greatly looking forward to getting home and having a nice night on the couch, or maybe playing Sims some more. I may even make some tea.

I hope all of you are doing well <3

#oc #personal #fortysomething #blog

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suitofvibraniumarmor · 4 years ago

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Yours Truly [Part Seventeen]

Summary: The school year begins; Sadie accepts a date with a co-worker. Pairing: Chris Pratt x OFC, Chris Evans x OFC Word Count: 1580 Warnings: None? A/N: This fic was previously posted on my multi-fandom account; in honor of OC Appreciation Day, I figured I would queue it all up for your reading pleasure throughout the day! This was a collab with @captain-s-rogers , and I will link her chapters at the end of all of my posts! Some GIFs were difficult to find again, so if there’s no credit, they’re from Google Image Search or from the original post.

August 12

Caroline,

It’s the first day of school, which means we can officially make phone calls to each other at will! I’m sure our letters will be more sporadic, but I’m still enjoying writing them.

Speaking of, forgive me that it’s been a while since my last letter. With inservices last week and nothing to do between but read and forget about Farmer Pratt on my downtime, there hasn’t been much to tell. I want to do like you say and go for it, but I look at Layla and I know how much it would mean to her to have her whole family back. Doesn’t mean I can’t sit for her every now and again, and I’m sure I’ll see her at the school. You’d be proud of me if you knew what I said to Chris on open house night, though. I’ll tell you about it when we actually talk on the phone, which I’m hoping will be soon.

I’m so excited for you – getting the President’s endorsement is HUGE! Chris deserves it though … about as much as you deserve him. I suppose I can’t really comment on that right now in my current situation, can I? I’m guessing that after the latest debacle (yeah, I did catch that much on the news) that you and Charlie have called it quits for good. So, hey, there’s the silver lining in all of this!

Well, I suppose I should touch up my lip gloss and head to the school. The kindergartners will come in small groups for just a couple of hours today, and then tomorrow it’s on to full days. Can’t wait to start teaching these little ones!

Yours truly,

Sadie

Having small groups of kids on the first day helped orient the kindergarteners to the new daily routine. Sadie could review the classroom procedures and rules with four or five of them at a time and it was far easier to manage than the whole class at once – especially for the ones who had not attended preschool and weren’t accustomed to being away from their parents in such a structured environment.

After her second group, Sadie had a lunch break and some plan time. She re-filled her water cup, ate a sandwich, and then set to work straightening a few things in the classroom. A knock on her door caught her attention just as she was getting ready to go meet the kids from her third group at the front of the school.

“Mr. Denning,” Sadie smiled. “How’s your first day going?”

The P.E. teacher smiled back. “Not too bad – always a little boring, going over rules and whatnot, you know. Especially for the older kids.”

“I would imagine,” Sadie nodded.

“You know, you can call me Cooper,” he told her. “That’s my first name. And maybe I could call you Sadie?”

“Of course. I don’t mind it at all, but I never know who prefers to stay on a last-name basis when I’m in a new building.”

“Fair enough,” Cooper nodded. “Listen, I don’t mean to be forward or come out of nowhere, but I enjoyed getting to know you a little better at inservices last week. Would you maybe like to have dinner with me tonight? No pressure or anything, just a friendly back-to-school meal at the diner. If that goes well, then maybe we can see where things goes next.”

Sadie considered him carefully. Cooper Denning was nice, a gentleman, and didn’t give her any creepy vibes. His offer was more than reasonable; not even necessarily a request for a date, just a simple invitation for dinner with the possibility of a date another time. Taking a deep breath and deciding it was time to move forward, Sadie gave him a polite smile and a confident nod. If nothing else, perhaps she could make a new friend.

“That would be nice.”

Cooper smiled, too. “Great. In the interest of keeping it friendly, how about if I meet you there at six o’ clock?”

“Sounds great,” Sadie agreed. “I need to go get my kiddos from out front, but I’ll see you tonight.”

Cooper waved and headed back for the gym. Sadie couldn’t say she was excited for her dinner with him, but she was looking forward to doing something besides spending the evening alone.

At the end of the day, Sadie was feeling better than she had in weeks. All of her small groups had done so well, and she was going to be able to get out of the house for supper. Chris and Layla were still on her mind, but she seemed able to push them to the back burner for now. They were figuring out their lives, and she had to figure out hers.

Of course, her peace couldn’t last. She didn’t mind in the least that it was interrupted by Layla excitedly running up to her in the hallway outside the main office, but she would have been happier had Emily not accompanied Layla.

“I have my own desk!” Layla said, jumping up and down excitedly. “And this is my backpack and ‘member this dress? You made it for me!”

“That I did,” Sadie said, unable to stop her smile. “Your first day must have been really good, you are full of energy!”

“Yep!” Layla said, galloping in circles around Sadie.

Emily spoke up then, telling Layla to calm down, and taking the girl by the hand. “Sadie, I’m glad we ran into you. Chris was going to call, but since we’re all here – are you available to babysit Friday night? Chris and I have a – a thing, and Layla’s been asking to spend time with you.”

Sadie nodded, although she felt somewhat hesitant. “Yes, of course. I’d love to.”

“Yay!” Layla cheered, beginning her galloping again.

Emily looked slightly irritated. “Layla, sweetheart, calm down, please. I already asked you once. Let’s get home.”

“Bye Adie! See you tomorrow at school and Friday at my house!” Layla called over her shoulder.

Sadie couldn’t help but chuckle to herself. It was nice to know that in the midst of everything changing, Layla was exactly the same.

The diner wasn’t terribly busy when Sadie pulled up, still dressed in the same clothes she had been for the school day. She had touched up her makeup once at home, fluffed her hair, and readied a few things for the next day before heading back to town.

Cooper was waiting for her on the sidewalk in front of the diner. He gave her a modest side hug when he saw her, then opened the door, letting Sadie pass by first before following her to a booth by the window.

They chatted casually about their respective first days, made their orders when the waitress came by the table, and then Cooper launched into telling her about some of the older kids in the school, starting with the ones who had younger siblings in kindergarten. Sadie appreciated having the background on her students, and Cooper made the stories especially entertaining.

In the middle of their meal, the bell over the door rang. The sound caught Sadie’s attention, and her eyes darted from Cooper to the door. The two people she had pushed to the back of her mind were once again at the forefront as she watched the Pratt family walk into the diner.

Chris and Emily were on either side of Layla, each of them holding her hand. Layla was grinning, Chris was smiling, and Emily was about as happy as Sadie had seen her in any of their few interactions. Once they got up to the counter to make their to-go order, Chris lifted Layla into his arms, balancing her on one arm while placing one hand at the small of Emily’s back to guide her closer to the counter.

Sadie’s attention was no longer on Cooper at all, and he noticed. He waved his hand in front of her face; she snapped back to attention.

“Sorry,” she said, blushing. “I, uh, got distracted.”

Cooper gave her a sympathetic smile. “Sadie. You can be honest with me. I know about you and Chris – thanks to Libby Anderson, I think the whole school probably does.”

“Fantastic,” Sadie sighed.

“Hey,” he said, reaching over to squeeze her hand. “Don’t be embarrassed. We all know that Libby is a gossip. I’m just sorry you had to be the subject of her gossip this time. I do want us to be friends, and if that’s all this becomes, then that’s just fine.”

Sadie couldn’t have been more grateful for how understanding Cooper was about the entire situation. She kept her eyes focused on him for the remainder of the time the Pratts were in the diner, and that helped to cope with the presence of the seemingly happy family.

Once the table was cleared, the new friends didn’t linger. Cooper walked her to her car and thanked her for a good evening.

“Thank you, too,” Sadie replied. “I’m sorry if I made things weird, or disappointed you at all.”

Cooper waved her off. “We both have a new friend, that’s a good thing. I’ll see you at school tomorrow, yeah?”

Sadie nodded. “Yeah, for sure. Thanks again.”

“Anytime.”

She got in her car and left then, anxious to work through her new feelings over seeing the Pratt family in the diner, but not so anxious for loneliness to set in again once she was home.

Part Eighteen

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dontfeedthebear · 4 years ago

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Today’s menu!

Breakfast: 1 overeasy egg, slice of toast, 1 tsp butter, 1 nectarine, cup of coffee with 1tbsp milk + 1tsp sugar. (304 cal) Lunch: 6 veggie pizza stuffed mushrooms over a bed of brown rice. (241 cal) Dinner: Cream of wheat, 2tsp brown sugar, 1/2 grapefruit. (295 cal) Snack: Pickled cucumbers and peppers (30 cal)

TOTAL: 870 cal.

Yes, I am having ‘breakfast’ for dinner. Why? I work night shift, and that ‘dinner’ is actually going to be had at about 7:00 am.

My way of doing things is going to be weird to most people that read this, since I live my life like a nocturnal little gremlin. I’ve never been big on eating in the mornings, I’ve always been a night owl who slept in past breakfast time... I just can’t seem to make myself eat in the morning and if I do, it definitely can’t be anything heavy like burgers or chicken. It just feels wrong.

Some people might ask: “What fad diet are you following?”

The answer is: None... I’m simply eating normal food at the correct portion size. (and counting calories because there’s no losing weight without math apparently.)

I got the idea to diet when I was browsing an antique store and found a really pretty dress from the 1950′s. Waist sizes were an average 11 inches smaller than average waistlines today.

Most old clothing is pretty small, and while it’s to be expected since the 20′s-40′s were a period of scarcity and doing without, the 1950′s were actually an upturn. People had money and they were consumers again! Yay capitalism!

It was also a period of dubious culinary experimentation. I will never, ever let an ‘aspic’ touch my lips. Leftovers are fine. Jello is fine. Together? They make the worst matrimony of both spongy and slippery textures. I imagine it’s a lot like eating boiled slugs gone cold and I will not waste food or time on such revolting endeavors...

So how did they stay so skinny, despite eating jello molds of foods laden with lard, butter, sugar, gluten and everything bad that today’s diet gurus preach against? Simple. Serving sizes were smaller and people actually ate from 7 food groups not the 4 we have today. There were also more veggies and fruit in their diet! Shocking concept I know.

Our food pyramid has changed drastically from that 1950′s model and several times in the last few decades. The 1970′s brought on the beginning of the end to tiny waistlines: the lowfat, high carb diet came into fashion and our waist lines exploded. Turns out that lowfat isn’t exactly the healthiest diet after all. (Not to mention that insipid eggs & wine diet that Vogue reprinted. How vile the bathrooms must have smelled afterwards!)

I have noticed while studying about diets that the trend is to idolize one ‘superfood’ or to gravitate to one type of food group. Atkins, Fruitarianism, anyone? That shit has to stop. We are omnivores, evolved with the teeth and everything. We need a balanced diet, which means a rotating plate of protein, fats, starch, vegetables and fruits. The fad diets need to end, because they are literally killing people. Talk to a doctor if you want to go on a special diet. Not some holistic nutjob though, please.

Anyway...

My mother was an awful cook. She was the product of a household that just cooked to fill your stomach up and not really about making something that tasted good or was actually good for you. Quantity was the name of the game in my grandmother’s household. I barely remember her meals whenever I visited, most of it was boxed or frozen. My mother continued that trend, sadly.

I associated home cooked meals with rubbery, overcooked chicken, dried out fish fillets, tough as leather pork chops and chewy, stringy cuts of beef. So I lived off sandwiches and snacks like chips, cakes, and cookies. Not to mention my biggest weakness: Soda. I drank liters of the shit at a time and I could not tell you if I ever drank a glass of water as a kid and not be made a liar. I’ve probably permanently damaged my kidneys and liver from filtering coca-cola for years. (how my teeth survived this long is a miracle!)

I always hated pork and fish. I was extremely picky about beef too. Chicken was on thin ice, but I only liked it fried or smothered in cheese. I ate a lot of pasta, rice, and bread.

It clicked for me when I went to dinner at a friend’s house and her parents cooked salmon. I was paralyzed with the fear of being rude but salmon was the number one fish I despised. It was like eating tuna from a can but served hot and with a strong biting aftertaste. So I took a small portion with the intent to gag it down and fill my stomach with some rice.

Imagine my consternation when the salmon was soft, delicate and not ‘fishy’ at all. It tasted of butter, lemon and salt and I think I ate two helpings of it. Puzzled, I asked them what kind of salmon it was-- they said frozen sockeye, which really confused me because that was the same thing my mother used.

Eating my mother’s salmon the next week confirmed my fears: She couldn’t cook and I didn’t hate certain foods. I just couldn’t stomach her cooking. I think mom had a deep fear of food poisoning, which is why she cooked every piece of meat in our house to death. I never asked why and I never told her how I felt and she lives in ignorance of her failing every day. (My siblings know though, I caught their blank 50 yard stares when we visited her a few months back and had to eat her shoeleather porkchops.)

I was not confident in cooking for myself either, because I didn’t have anyone to teach me. Youtube wasn’t around at that time-- and even if it was I didn’t know about it. Ah, the infancy of the internet... I’m so glad the information highway has expanded today because now I have taught myself quite a lot of things besides how to actually cook a slice of meat or bake a cake.

Times have certainly changed, sometimes for the worst. But a free and open internet is one thing I hope never changes, because I want to learn how to sew next.

#Daily calories #yes I know it's under the reccomended limit but it's to offset my cookie binge #don'tfeedthebear #weight loss #fat

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canyouhearthelight · 6 years ago

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The Miys, Ch. 26

I know the last few chapters have posted earlier in the day, but I’m excited I at least got this up on the right day. Yay!!

Life has been going on over here, and it keeps happening... Which is a hazard of living, right? Better than the alternative.

As always, feedback is a glass of wine and dark chocolate for me (which I love, sincerely), so please leave any feedback you may have!

After a mild panic, the Council was able to calm down everyone who heard Tyche’s exclamation of poisoned food. Grumbles were still plainly audible, but any rioting had been averted for the moment. We had no choice but to clarify and explain what we suspected, but begged everyone not to let the information out until an official statement had been released. Huynh had suggested blocking everyone’s communications access, but the idea was – thankfully – shot down immediately.

Once all the food and drinks were tested, Miys was able to determine that anything not sealed had been tampered with. It was no surprise that nearly everyone on Level One had traces of the drug in their systems, the only exclusions being Derek and Maverick. Derek, I knew all too well, had severe aversions to food textures and mainly lived on what amounted to granola bars and room temperature bottled water, so the fact that he didn’t have any hydrocodone in his system was almost expected and confirmed that it was only being put in the food.

I motioned for Maverick to sit down with me and Antoine. After some debate on what amounted to a criminal investigation, Eino had pointed out that I had the most experience of the people present when it came to interacting with anyone on the autistic spectrum. Antoine was with me in his capacity as a companion, as he would be the least threatening back up I could have with me while still being more than capable of intervening if it became necessary.

“What did the short you say about poison?” Maverick asked almost immediately, eyes wide with mild panic.

“Someone put Vicodin in most of the food and drinks,” I explained. I didn’t see any point in sugar coating it, having noticed in the past couple of days that Maverick was nearly impossible at picking up on subtlety. “Most of us have had symptoms, and Miys tested us. They say the majority of us have enough in our blood to affect us. You don’t, and I need you to explain why.”

He relaxed immediately, to my shock. “Is that all? I’ve only had bottled water and black coffee since I came up here,” he shrugged like it was no major deal.

Antoine’s eyebrows furrowed. “You are saying that, in nearly forty-eight hours, you have not eaten a single thing?”

“Well, yeah,” came the response, as though it should be obvious. “I didn’t like any of the food that was brought in, so I didn’t eat. I’ve been taking supplements!” he declared defensively as I started scowling when I found out he hadn’t eaten. “It happens, like, a lot, so I always carry them with me just in case.” He took the bottle out of his jacket and rattled them for emphasis before handing them to me.

A glance at the label gave me the impression that they were just robust multivitamins. I handed them to Antoine, knowing he would have a better idea of what he was looking at. He nodded and confirmed. “They’re just vitamins, but these are for geriatric patients?”

With a shrug, Maverick stated matter-of-factly, “Those are designed for people who don’t eat enough to meet their basic requirements. Usually, yeah, it’s old people, but I end up missing meals pretty frequently, so those are the best ones. That’s what the doctor told me back on Earth.”

To say I was horrified was a dramatic understatement. How long had he been just skipping meals because he had what sounded like food aversions? “Maverick. Jake. You can just tell me what you like, and I’ll make sure we have food for you. I do it all the time for Derek, and for his friend Sam. Hell, I do it for anyone just about. You don’t have to starve yourself and live on multivitamins and water.”

“Nah, I know I’m being a pain in the ass about food. It’s fine, really. But please top calling me Jake. It’s legally Maverick. I changed it. I earned the name Maverick.”

I was so confused. “But you introduced yourself as Jake?” I asked.

He shrugged. “Terran Defense never updated my records, so they are all under that name. I wanted you to be able to find them. But it’s not my name.”

Oh. I was starting to get angry, not at him, but at the people who made him so nonchalant at the sheer level of fuckery people had used in regard to him in the past.

“Can you go get Derek?” I asked Antoine quietly before looking back at the pilot on the opposite side of the table. “You aren’t being a pain in the ass. I believe that you’ve been told that for a very long time, but that doesn’t make it true, and it certainly doesn’t make it right. I am the one who will be deciding what food is brought up from now on, and Miys will be testing it. So, if I say you can ask me for whatever you will actually eat, no one else gets a say in that. Does that make sense?”

“Whatever,” he grunted.

I was saved by the arrival of Antoine and Derek. “Maverick Okima, I would like to formally introduce to Derek ‘That Guy’ Okafor, scourge of sysadmins everywhere. Derek, I am trying to convince Maverick that it’s okay to ask for different food if he doesn’t like what we are bringing in.” I focused on using Maverick’s own term – don’t like – rather than calling it a food aversion, mainly because I wasn’t sure he had ever had the difference explained to him from what few clues I was able to pick up.

<Sophia’s okay> Derek signed. <She likes feeding us food we like. She says if we don’t like it, there isn’t a point in having food to begin with.>

Maverick looked very confused. “My father said something like that before he died. It’s a very Japanese thing to say.”

I pointed at my face. “Cajun, among other things. I do not believe in ‘eating to live’. In my family, we live to eat. The short me, as you call her, is gluten intolerant, some of my family doesn’t like spicy food, I love spicy food, so does Antoine. I still manage to make one meal a week for all of us, cooked by hand I might add, and try to include Derek as much as possible when he feels up to.”

Derek snapped to get Mavericks attention before adding, <No spicy, no sour, no squishy.>

“He likes food with firmer textures,” I clarified on the ‘squishy’ comment. “Nothing mushy, or creamy, no cake, ice cream, or gelatin, that kind of thing.”

“Don’t you get mad that they’re picky?” Maverick asked, still suspicious.

I shook my head vigorously. “Absolutely not. It’s a challenge, and if they don’t like it, that’s a failure on my part, not theirs.”

“She makes very good turkey,” Antoine mused before smirking. “Although her sister makes amazing doughnuts.”

<The mushy fish was gross.> Derek wrinkled his nose in an exaggerated fashion.

I just rolled my eyes. “I literally told you that you wouldn’t like it. I don’t like poached fish because of the texture.”

That seemed to be the comment that Maverick needed to hear. “Wait. You cooked something you don’t even like for someone else, because they wanted it?”

“Kind of?” I squeaked uncertainly. “Arantxa over there. She didn’t ask for it, but as a holiday gift from me to her, I learned how to make one of her native dishes. I had no clue that it was poached fish when I made that decision. But she mentioned it the day I met her, and also that she didn’t know how to make it….” I trailed off and shrugged. “Personally, I like my fish seared, grilled, baked, or sashimi. Poached is just… too weird for me.”

Antoine nodded very seriously. “It was very good, as a person who does like poached fish.”

“Rants seemed to like it,” I shrugged again. “All that mattered.”

“So, if I wanted mochi, because I didn’t get any the first time, that would be okay?” Maverick asked tentatively. “Even red bean mochi?”

I moaned, “Oh my gosh, absolutely yes. If there were any red bean mochi last time, I am sorry to say I didn’t get any. You and I can just hog them all.”

<Hide them from Zach,> Derek joked. <I think he ate most of the gross dumplings last time.>

“Heathen,” I muttered jokingly. It was really no surprise that Derek didn’t like mochi. Glutenous foods definitely fell in the category of ‘squishy’. I patted Maverick on the arm gently. “Okay, I’m pretty convinced you didn’t drug the food, mostly because you’re a terrible liar, which is something to be proud of. On the food thing, please just make me a list of foods you like, or at least a list of stuff that makes you not like certain foods, and I will happily make sure to take that into account. Real quick, though, I’m about to put in the request for tomorrow, so other than mochi, what do you want? Try to give me as many things as you can think of off the top of your head, because I want to be sure it’s in the system.”

“Miso soup, for sure. Boiled eggs? Scrambled eggs are weird, but I don’t know if the consoles can do boiled eggs, and I never asked. Savory crepes are good, though. Ooo! Pizzza! I love pizza, especially anchovy. I know a lot of people think it’s gross, but it’s really good, I swear. Fried pies are good, too.”

“So, strongly flavored, savory and/or salty dishes. Got it,” I murmured as I made a note in my data screen. I flicked my wrist absent-mindedly to dismiss it before musing “You probably would have liked the bacalao al pil pil.”

“Is that the mushy fish thing?” he asked skeptically.

“Yep.”

“Nope. I can’t do mushy fish. Mushy means it isn’t cooked right, which means I’ll get sick.”

I chuckled. “I totally agree. The good news is, at least now I have someone other than Tyche to share pizza with!”

“No one else likes pizza!?” he gasped. “No way! That’s sacrilege!”

“Oh, tons of people like pizza,” I assured him. “But Tyche is the only other person I met who likes anchovy pizza.”

“They’re stupid. It’s awesome!”

I shot him a look. “Please don’t call people stupid because they don’t agree with you. It’s rude, and I can’t stand rude people.” It was a slight exaggeration; I had a pretty flexible definition of what was and wasn’t rude, but calling someone names because they disagree with you definitely fell firmly in the rude category. “A lot of people don’t like fish, or can’t have too much salt, or just don’t do well with really strong flavored foods.” I nodded toward Derek, who flipped Maverick the bird.

“Okay, okay,” he apologized. “That was wrong of me. I didn’t think of that. Still, it’s really good.”

“Well, you have two other people to eat it with now,” I smiled.

Rather than celebrating, Maverick looked like he just realized something. “Wait. Who is Tyche?”

“My sister.”

“You – Wait. That’s short you?”

“Yes, and for the love of whatever your favorite body part is, do not call her that to her face.”

“Noted,” he nodded seriously and gulped. “She’s scary. Like, scarier than you, scary.”

<Be nice. They own the cat.> Derek warned him, slapping him lightly on the arm.

“I like Mac,” he considered. “I guess that makes you less scary. I’m still pretty sure your sister could kill me, though.”

By this point, Antoine looked completely confused. “Why is everyone afraid of Tyche? I don’t understand.”

<Why aren’t you afraid of her?> Derek rebutted.

I shot Antoine a dirty look before he could reply. “I have absolutely zero desire to hear whatever tooth-rotting, fluffy nonsense is about to come out of your mouth,” I told him flatly. The last thing I wanted was him to accidentally de-fang my sister’s well-earned reputation.

He balked slightly before straightening his shoulders. “Fine. I will let them be afraid of her. I was just going to say I’m not afraid of her because I am her partner, just like you are her sister. And Maverick has three other people to eat the anchovy pizza with.” He pointed to himself. “You never asked me, Sophia. Do you really think Tyche would not have me try it?”

I held my hands up placatingly. “Fair, fair. I didn’t know you had tried it since the last time I mentioned it.” I turned back to Maverick. “So, now that we’ve established your alibi - can’t consume drugs when you aren’t consuming anything at all - I’ll have Grey and probably Pranav fact-check it, just to completely rule you out as a suspect, okay?”

“Yeah,” he exhaled in what sounded like relief. “Do you think it will take long? I have to pilot the ship to Meenie pretty soon, and I don’t know if they’ll let me while they’re doing all that?”

“That’s honestly Xiomara’s call, since we decided the flight crew fall under her jurisdiction. It shouldn’t take more than a day, but I understand that we only have a couple hours before we’re done at Eenie, right?”

He nodded enthusiastically. “Can you check with Councillor Kalloe, please?” he begged. “I don’t want my flight privileges revoked.”

“You bet. Antoine, are we done here?”

He gestured affirmatively. “I don’t know what else we can do right now, so yeah, I would say we are done. You,” he pointed sternly at Maverick, “will eat. I will send Noah for the food myself. It is not safe for you to do something as important as piloting a ship when you have been starving yourself, but I also do not want to make you sick. You said you like miso soup, yes?” When Maverick nodded, Antoine stood. “I will ask our host to get miso soup, and I will watch you eat two hundred milliliters before you pilot. Sophia, if you could relay this to Councillor Kalloe when you speak to her, please?”

“Absolutely,” I agreed.

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tommybaholland · 6 years ago

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GRIND Part 7 | tom holland x reader

(these boys,,,,pic not mine)

Pairing: stripper!Tom x fem!Reader

Summary: the two stripper friends almost jeopardize the club....but you don’t get off so easy either

Word Count: 4.5K+

warning: this story will contain mature content such as language, drugs and sexy, smutty scenes. nsfw 18+ pls!!

Waking up the next morning, you felt horrible. Last night marked the worst argument you’ve ever had with your best friend.

You didn’t know if she still had that title after that fight. She’d just be your roommate, for now.

You couldn’t deny that she was way out of line when the conversation shifted to you and Tom, her viewed somewhat embellished.

It was just a platonic love.

You and Tom might have acted like more than friends that one night, but that was before you knew him. You were under the impression that it you would never see him again, and it would all be easily forgotten.

But the coincidence of Harrison meeting Tom the very next day….it hit you very hard just then. You would’ve never met Tom if Harrison hadn’t met him…

How would things have been different?

Still be dating Ryan, become closer with Haz, still be best friends with Viv?

But the stupid thing was….somehow you didn’t regret any of it.

Tom was a great friend...Harrison’s friend. But you needed to make amends with Harrison for you and Tom to continue being friends.

Right?

Finally getting out of bed, you sauntered out into the kitchen, hoping to actually get some food this time. Pouring yourself a bowl of milk and cereal, Harrison had emerged from his room, looking like he was ready to go to the beach. You kept your head down, unsure if you should start the conversation.

Luckily, you didn’t have to.

“For what it’s worth now….I’m sorry. I really didn’t want you to be upset, honestly.”

“Thanks, Haz. I really appreciate that. And I’m sorry, too,” you admitted.

He gave you a small smile before asking his question.

“How’re you and Viv?”

You shook your head. “Not good. At all.”

“What? How could it have possibly gotten any worse?” Harrison posed, chuckling slightly.

“It got...kinda personal last night. Stuff was said that you should never say to your best friend,” you explained vaguely.

“If she could just admit that she was wrong, I’d be fine with her. But she keeps trying to justify it and starting fights again.”

Harrison knew very well that girls can be nasty when they’re mad at their friends, especially their closest girlfriends.

“Maybe you should just, give it another day? But promise me you’ll try to talk to her later,” Harrison asked.

“I’ll be honest...I cannot live here if you two are trying to kill each other,” he joked.

“Ughh, okaaay,” you agreed.

Then Tom appeared out of nowhere, casually walking into the apartment, making you jump slightly.

“Ohmygod! How did you get in here?”

“Just walked in,” he shrugged. “Am I no longer welcome here?”

“No...but walk in that super quiet like that again and you might not be,” you teased.

“I’ll try my best, love,” he replied, chuckling slightly at your agitation.

“Where’re you two headed off to?”

“The beach,” Harrison answered. “Just to hang out, maybe walk the boardwalk. Do you wanna join?”

You hesitated, having just gotten out of bed and were planning on sulking the rest of the day.

“Aw, c’mon, y/n. It’ll take your mind off things!” Harrison encouraged.

You looked over to Tom, who was already looking at you, with his sunglasses tucked perfectly into those stupid curls of his.

“You do look a little pale,” he teased.

You sighed dramatically. “Lemme go change.”

The boys both cheered.

“Yay, this is going to be fun!”

You expected it to be a chill, carefree day with no stress….until Tom convinced you to go surfing with him.

After countless practicing sessions of standing up on the board, you were now in the water, your arms already growing tired from paddling out. You finally caught up to Tom, floating next to him as you straddled your board, waiting for anxiously for a wave to come in.

You pulled at the collar of the rash guard, feeling uncomfortable with the sun beating down onto the tight fabric.

“Do we have to be out so far?” you asked, looking back to the shore, which seemed like miles away.

“This is where all the waves are!” he replied, looking over to you, eyes squinting in the sun. “Are you nervous?”

“Little bit.”

Drowning seemed like an unfortunate way to go.

“You’re going to love it, don’t worry,” he reassured. The motion of the water picked up, cuing Tom to start swimming towards it.

“Here we go!”

You began to follow after him, trying to copy him as he dove under the wave to get to the next one. You popped back up to the surface, gasping as the saltwater stung on your cheeks.

Seeing something out of the corner of your eye, you turned to see Tom riding the top of the next wave, flipping off of his board into the water as he approached the end. You shook your head while smiling at his need to grab everyone’s attention.

“Okay, y/n. You get the next one!” he yelled over to you.

The movement of the water rose again, making a whooshing sound as another wave was beginning to form. It looked bigger from where your were sitting on top of your board, but you quickly turned around and began paddling away from it.

As you felt the wave began to pick you up, you stood up carefully, staying in a low position to keep your balance. The wave wasn’t that big at all once you were riding it.

You smiled as you stood on the board for a total of about five seconds before losing your balance from listening to Tom’s cheering, and the sloshing of water filled your ears.

You breached above the water again, rubbing your eyes as your elbows held onto your board. Tom’s voice rang into your ears again.

“That was pretty good, yeah?”

You nodded, baffled that you actually stood up. “That was fun.”

You smiled as he laughed, looking as cute as always with his wet hair covering part of his face. Ryan would’ve never tried this, even if he was being paid to do it.

But it was always a new experience with Tom.

You two decided to paddle back to shore, your head spinning from being in the water so long. You all relaxed on the beach, basking in the sun. You and Tom sat looking at ocean, while Harrison seemed to drift off, snoozing in the sand.

You took note of how close in proximity Tom’s towel was to yours.

“Feel like I haven’t seen you in a while, Tom,” you noted as you sat in the sand.

“It has been some time, hasn’t it?” He agreed. “Well, I’m glad to be spending time with you now, darling.”

He swung his around your shoulders, pulling you closer to his side.

“Yeah, me too.”

“So how’re things with Ryan?” He asked.

“It’s good, actually,” you responded. “He’s been...doing better. I think you actually got through to him.”

Tom shrugged, removing his arm from around you. “Someone had to say it.”

You chuckled at his nonchalant response. “Well, I really appreciate it.”

“No problem. Nice to see that you’re happier with him.”

Liar.

“I wanna keep hanging out with you, though.”

Did that really come out of your mouth? But then again, you really hadn’t spent much time with him since after Harrison’s birthday party.

“Don’t worry, love. I’ll still be around.”

You bit your lower lip, feeling the need to clarify.

“You don’t have to be friends with Ryan but….”

He turned his head towards you, sparkling brown eyes waiting for you to finish your sentence.

“I still wanna be friends with you.”

“And what does he say about that?” Tom asked, genuinely curious.

“Nothing,” you replied, your voice firm. “He doesn’t get a say anymore.”

Tom returned a small smile, you only hoped what you were saying would be true.

You spent the rest of the day on the boardwalk, walking around. You ate dinner at one of the restaurants along the strip. You enjoyed the best meal you’d had in a day or so, with good company by your side.

“I told you guys to wake me up!” Harrison exclaimed after complaining about having the worst sunburn on his back.

“We’ll get you some aloe, mate. You’ll be alright,” Tom reassured him. “Might hurt while you’re doing work at that sorority tonight.”

“Oh, fuck,” Haz swore. “Forgot about that.”

“Sounds like fun,” you chimed in, sipping the last of your beer.

“Oh, it’s loads of fun, love,” Tom replied sarcastically, before checking his watch. “We better get going if we’re gonna get there in time.”

The boys dropped you back off at the apartment, your first move being to take a shower. You took your time washing the sand and saltwater out of your hair, feeling good after spending the day with the guys.

Once you were showered and dressed in your comfiest lounge pants, you decided to watch something on TV. As you exited your room, you noticed that Viv’s door was shut and the light was one, meaning that she was home.

You let out a big sigh, knowing in the back of your mind that your promised Harrison you’d talk to her.

Exhaling through your nose, you slowly walked over to her door, and knocked.

The boys arrived at the sorority house, dressed in cop costumes and ready to entertain.

Well, Tom was ready. This job seemed to make Harrison more nervous than his first night performing.

“You’re gonna kill it, dude. Just…. do whatever you did to Viv,” Tom joked.

“Fuck off, Tom,” Harrison pushed his shoulder but laughed anyway.

Tom loved doing these types of jobs because it was the easiest way to make a ton of money in one night. Plus, it never hurt him to entertain young women and see them….praise him.

In the past, every time he was asked to do them, he was always paired with Alex, who has a very aggressive and obnoxious style of seducing the clients.

So he was glad that Harrison agreed to come along.

“We got a complaint of some under age drinking. Is everyone 21 here?” Tom questioned, in character as he walked into the house holding a flashlight.

The girls stood back as he walked into the living room, Harrison trailing behind.

Tom walked up to the closest girl who was standing in the middle of the room.

“Can you turn around for me, hands up?”

The girl smirked at his request and turned to face the mantle of the fireplace as Tom continued the act.

“You don’t have anything I can stick myself with do you?”

“No…”

Tom ripped off his tear-away pants as Harrison began to do the same, revealing their bare legs and thongs.

The girls collectively shrieked as they began to interact with their new house guests. Their boyfriends and male counterparts stood in the dining room, quietly fuming at the shift of attention to the male strippers. Seems they weren’t aware that there would be other entertainment at the party tonight.

Or maybe they did know, and didn’t have any say of objecting to it.

Tom and Harrison did their thing, stripping off the little remaining clothes before beginning their main specialty. They both picked some girls to start dancing and grinding on, while the others cheered and fawned over the treatment their friends were getting from the hot strippers.

Tom worked on his girl, dancing over her and letting her feel over his torso, running her hands up and down his abs. She tried to reach up to touch his face, but he took hold of her hands, opening one to place a pill in her palm.

He really didn’t want to do it, but he also didn’t want Alex up his ass anymore. Normally he wouldn’t care and would let Alex tell Ryan about everything, but seeing as you seemed happier with him, Tom didn’t want to be the one to screw that up.

Or at least, he didn’t want you to hate him forever.

He promised you he would forget, so this was what he felt he had to do to consider your best interest.

She put the pill in her mouth, no questions asked, and that was that.

The guys in the house continued to stay away from what was happening in the living room. Tom figured he was doing them a favor….or maybe not?

The party continued on and they tried to give every girl there a piece of the show, Tom giving a few more pills to various girls. One of the guys seemed to notice what Tom had been doing, and eventually decided to confront him.

“Hey, did you give my girl ecstasy?” He demanded, pulling on Tom’s shoulder.

Irritated by the entire situation of even having to deal the pills, he muttered back curtly,

“No,” before turning back to the girl he was currently with.

What he didn’t know, was that this guy was looking to fight. Seconds later he felt glass smash over his head, and a crash sound followed shortly after as Harrison tackled him into the wall. The other guys from the group joined in, trying to pull Harrison off the first guy but Tom unloaded a few punches on them.

The girls screamed and moved out of the way, except for the few that were high off the pills Tom gave them, and sat on the couch, looking mesmerized by the whole thing.

Once Tom felt they had fought enough of them off, he knew they had to get out of there. He grabbed Harrison as quick as he could, pulling him away from the fight.

“Dude, c’mon let’s go!”

He raced towards the back of the house, grabbing what he could of his belongings along the way. Harrison dragged behind him, and they escaped out the back door in the kitchen. They kept up their pace as they ran back to the car, barely clothed and hoping not to run into the real police on the drive out.

Once in the car, Tom sped away from the house, his heart racing and adrenaline pumping. He could hear Harrison panting beside him, spitting out his question in between breaths.

“What the fuck was that?!”

Tom clenched his jaw, seething that he couldn’t tell him the truth.

“They were just being dickheads.”

“Well, they shouldn’t have come if they knew we were gonna be there,” Harrison commented.

“Jesus…. what idiots,” Tom chuckled.

“At least we got out of there—” Tom’s eyes widened as he realized something.

“—fuck, I forgot my bag—”

“—Don’t worry, dude. Got it here,” Harrison replied, holding it up as Tom exhaled, relieved.

“You got any extra clothes in here?” Harrison asked, beginning to search through Tom’s stuff.

“You didn’t bring any? What, did you think you were going to put the costume back on?” Tom teased, laughing at Harrison’s naiveté with private strip shows.

“No, I—uh...Tom….what are these?”

Tom looked over quickly to see the the bag of pills that Harrison was holding with a puzzled look on his face.

“Uhh...drugs.”

“Well, no shit! I mean, why do you have them? You’re not—”

“No, I’m not using them,” Tom clarified. “I can’t really talk about it right now.”

“You might as well just tell me, I’ve already seen them so,” Harrison pressed.

Tom hesitated, considering the consequences of letting Harrison know what he was up to.

“Fuck,” he swore. “Okay... but you can’t say anything to anyone, yeah?”

“Yeah, I promise.”

Tom took a deep breath before starting at the very beginning.

“I’ve never told you this but...I kinda knew y/n before you and I met,” Tom paused but Harrison stayed quiet, silently urging him to continue.

“She and Viv came to the club one night, the day before I met you. And while I was performing, I…. kissed her. I just...couldn’t help it and she didn’t seem to want me to stop and then when you ended up being her roommate…”

Tom trailed off, chuckling at the memory of officially meeting you.

“Dunno, man. It was like...a sign.”

“Okay sooo what does this have to do with the drugs in your bag?” Harrison chimed in, getting Tom back on track.

“Right, so anyway, she never told Ryan about it and I promised her that I would just forget about it all together—”

“—Seems like you’ve done a real good job of that.”

“—Do you want me to fucking tell you or not?” Tom chastised, wanting to get through his explanation without unhelpful comments from his friend.

“So Alex knows about all of it and decided to rope me into this scheme which involves him threatening to tell Ryan about everything unless I sell these pills for him.”

“Wow…” Harrison reacted. “That’s some shit. So have you been doing it or are you gonna call his bluff?”

“I mean, I fucking said no and could give two shits about his little attempt to blackmail me but....she’s back with him, dude,” Tom elaborated.

Harrison nodded, understanding that no one likes Ryan, but no one wants ruin your bliss either.

“Why didn’t you tell me?”

“What, about this?” Tom asked, referring to his current situation.

“No, no. About you and y/n,” Harrison clarified.

Tom pondered his question for a moment, trying not to make it sound like he had seriously violated guy code or whatever.

“When I met you, it didn’t seem like that big of a deal. I thought I was never gonna see her again but then...you happened to be her new roommate and she has this twat boyfriend…” He trailed off, trying to summarize his thoughts.

“It just wasn’t my secret to tell, really,” he concluded.

“Yeah, that’s true,” Harrison nodded. “I had a feeling you had a soft spot for her, though.”

“....Dunno what you’re talking about mate,” Tom deflected, unable to hold back a smile.

“Oh, c’mon! You’ve been flirting with her the second you met — er, at least, when I introduced you,” Harrison explained.

“Okay, okay...I confess! But you can’t say anything to her,” Tom warned.

“I won’t. Pretty sure Viv knows, though.”

Tom smiles. “Yeah and to think that would’ve never happened if Viv hadn’t brought her there. Really have to thank her for that one”

Harrison scrunches up his face as he chuckled, confused by Tom’s connotation. “So...is that good or bad?”

Tom allows a soft chuckle to pass his lips. “Is it too self-indulging and wrong to say I don’t regret it?”

“No, it was definitely a horrible risk,” Harrison joked. “But at least we can cover it easily.”

“Have to say though, don’t think Viv will be frequenting that place anymore,” Harrison admitted while laughing.

Tom laughed along with him, enjoying the moment.

“M glad I met you, Haz. You’ve been good company through all this bullshit….and also I would’ve never officially met y/n if you weren’t friends with her first so thank for that,” Tom rambled out as Harrison kept laughing, letting him have that satisfaction.

“Aww, I’m glad I met you, too,” Harrison agreed,

After stopping by Tom’s place to change out of their thongs and into real clothes, they arrived back at the club. Tom would rather hear it from Dan now than later.

“You guys didn’t collect, at all?” Dan questioned the two.

“I’m sorry, did you not just hear what I just said?” Tom quipped.

“What I heard was, you guys didn’t do the job.”

“Well, we were a little busy fighting off frat boys who wouldn’t let us do the job. We could’ve gotten seriously hurt, dude!” Tom emphasized.

Harrison stood behind Tom, staying quiet as his brunette friend continued arguing with Dan.

“When are we gonna get some protection for doing this shit, man?”

“Do I look like a fucking psychic to you, Tom? How am I supposed to know if there’s going to be a potential threat?” Dan was beginning to become more hostile.

“I dunno, do like a background check or something! We can’t keep doing this if there’s a chance we’re killed or arrested—”

“Listen,” Dan threatened. “I’m not gonna let you jeopardize this club or my name. You’re never going to get what you want playing with fire...especially with me. You’re not gonna take away what I’ve built but you can be damn sure you’ll be the one to suffer.”

What else is new?

“Now, you can make it up to me by coming up with some fresher shit, or you can forget about equity,” Dan shrugged, finally done his rant.

Tom clenched his jaw, thinking about how necessary it was to get personal in this conversation. He turned and gestured for Harrison to follow, storming out of the club. He wanted to get the fuck out of there; this didn’t seem worth it to him anymore.

They got back into the car but Tom just sat there, staring blankly ahead of him before Harrison finally spoke up.

“I’m sorry, dude. I didn’t really know what to say back there,” he apologized, feeling guilty for not sticking up for his friend.

“Nah, s’okay, mate. Didn’t expect you to get involved anyway.”

“...Tom?”

He was met by those piercing blue eyes, which looked as if they glowed under the dim lighting.

“I want you to know that... whatever he’s planning, I wanna stick by you. If you leave, I’ll go too,” Harrison announced.

“You don’t have to do that—”

“No, I want to. I came in with you….so I wanna leave with you, too.”

Just when Tom thought everyone was against him, Harrison seemed to always come through to stand by him. In the end, only Harrison would truly understand all the shit that goes on in Tom’s life.

And that was good enough for Tom.

“Thanks, H.”

The boys drove back to the apartment, Harrison convincing Tom to come in with him, in an attempt to get his mind off of Daniel.

You were sitting on the couch as the entered watching something on TV, which was odd as you were normally in bed by now. Harrison took note that you were sitting by yourself, Viv nowhere to be seen.

“You’re up late,” Harrison commented.

“Waiting for Ryan to get here,” you explained.

“Is Viv home?”

You attention shifted to Harrison. “She’s in her room.”

“Have you talked to her since you’ve been home?”

“She won’t open the door,” you answered, keeping your replies short and down to a few words.

Tom sat down in the armchair near the couch as Harrison went down the hall, presumably to go talk to Viv. You glanced over to see his long face, cheek propped up against his fist. He looked exhausted and worn out, contrasting with how you’d seen him earlier that day at the beach.

You vaguely remember seeing him like this before, all slumped over and tired eyes. You knew quite a bit about Tom, but you could only guess what was bothering him.

“Rough night?” you spoke, your voice quiet.

His ears perked up at the sound of your voice, his head turning to look over to you.

“Yeah,” he sighed. “Seem to have a streak going.”

“Makes two of us, then,” you sympathized. “What’s been going on?”

You wanted to be there for him, you couldn’t count on your fingers how many times he’s done it for you at this point.

Tom hesitated, trying to figure out what to say. He knew he couldn’t say everything; most of it had to do with you and if it didn’t have to do with you, it involved you.

He opened his mouth to speak—

“She said she’ll come out soon,” Harrison announced, coming back into the living room. “You guys are gonna resolve this so we can all be happy friends again,” he proclaimed in a sing-song voice.

“Do we have to do it in front of you guys? Tom looks like he’s had a rough night and Ryan’s going to be here soon and I’m going to bed when he shows up,” you defended, making up several excuses.

“You said you would, y/n,” Harrison reminded you.

You sighed, knowing he was right.

“....okay,” you finally agreed.

Truth be told, you were done fighting with her. You missed having her around and you couldn’t be hanging out with males all the time. You needed a girlfriend to survive.

With those thoughts in mind, you were prepared to be the one to apologize.

“Can we watch something while we wait?” You offered.

“Yeah, sure. Not The Office, though. Kinda sick of that right now,” Haz admitted.

“What? You haven’t even seen all of it!”

“I know but, let’s take a break from that. We could watch that new thing you’ve been talking about? Bander-something?”

“Bandersnatch?” You corrected. “Yes! That’ll be so fun, you guys are gonna love it!”

“You’ve already seen it though?” Tom chimed in.

“I don’t mind watching it again. I wanna watch you guys play, also Fionn Whitehead is super cute, alsoooo I don’t think I’ve gotten to all the endings,” you rambled out all your reasons.

“Jesus, how many are there?” Harrison asked.

“Not sure. Maybe infinite…” you trailed off dramatically.

The boys laughed, intrigued enough to finally agree. You clicked on the movie, the Netflix logo appearing on the screen.

As you got up off the couch to get some drinks, the front door opened, revealing Ryan.

“Hey, babe,” you greeted him, going over to give him a quick kiss and locking the front door so people (including Tom) couldn’t get in.

You continued to make your way into the kitchen to grab two beers for the boys and some water for yourself. Ryan trailed behind you, not stopping to acknowledge Tom or Harrison at all.

You realized this was the first time Tom and Ryan have been in the same room together since….a while ago. You weren’t sure how this was gonna pan out, as there was already a lot of unsolved tension in house with you and Viv.

“Do you want something to drink?” You offered him while moving about the kitchen.

“Thought we were going to bed.”

“Uhm, you can, if you want. We’re just starting watching Bandersnatch—”

“What cereal do we choose, y/n?” Tom hollered from the living room.

“I’m not telling, you guys have to decide!” You replied.

You smirked as you heard them talk amongst themselves, listening to them obsess over the first choice they had to make.

“Why does it matter what cereal he eats?” Tom questioned.

“This is so stressful already,” Harrison noted.

“Just pick one dude—”

You turned back to Ryan, who got in front of your view of the living room, hopping up onto the counter.

“You should watch with us,” You pressed, wanting him to get used to spending time with the guys.

He looked at you, his expression unreadable, before holding his arms out to you.

“C’mere.”

You stopped what you were doing and sauntered over to where he sat on the counter, standing in between his legs.

“What?” You looked at at him, placing your hands on his knees.

He brought his hands up to cup your face, brushing his thumbs over your cheeks.

“Can we please go to bed?” He asked again, his voice softer this time.

You lowered your voice to match his volume as you answered. “You don’t….wanna watch the movie with us?”

He leaned closer, placing his lips over yours, bringing them into a sweet kiss. You moaned lowly at the gesture. Ryan was never the affectionate, calculated type. He could be overbearing and assertive with you sometimes, but this was gentle and sweet.

You pulled away from him slowly, breathing out as you spoke.

“Mmm, where’d you learn that one?”

He kept his face close to yours and his voice low. “You know this one, babe.”

“What? You’ve never done this to me before…..but I like it,” you purred.

Ryan chuckled, but it came out as more of a scoff.

“I’m just….taking after Tom and….

...doing what he did to you on your birthday.”

Your eyes widened upon hearing his words as fear struck your heart, and before you knew it, you were pressed up against the wall with a hand over your mouth.

A/N: thanks for coming to my shameless plug of Bandersnatch and projection of my new found hyper-fixation for fionn lol anyway wow...lotta shit going down....first of all... how tf did Ryan find out?? what’s gonna happen to the reader and how is it going to affect her current relationships with tom, haz, and viv?? really interested to know what you guys think about this part!!

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Bless The Broken Road - 30

Saturday, September 25th.

“What do you think about having a picnic in the park for lunch today?” Spencer asked Jane as they sat at the table eating breakfast.

“That sounds nice, but what’s the occasion?” Jane questioned.

“You know, nice weather,” he stated.

The picnic was...interesting. They ate their lunch and made conversation, but Spencer was acting weird and nervous, just like he did when the pair had first met. After finishing their meal, they laid down on the blanket and Jane rested her head on Spencer’s stomach.

Eventually, she decided to ask him what was going on.

Jane sat up and looked at him. “Spencer, what’s up? You’ve been acting weird all day,” she told him.

He took a deep breath and decided it was time. He stood up and helped Jane to her feet as well.

Taking her hands, he spoke, “Jane, I love you so, so much. I still can’t wrap my head around the fact that you feel the same way about me. I don’t know how I ever got so lucky to have the chance to have you as my best friend, let alone my girlfriend. And I hope the day will never come where you decide to leave me, because I want to spend the rest of my life with you.”

Spencer took one hand away from hers to reach into his pocket. “And so,” he paused and got down on one knee. Jane put her free hand to her mouth. “Jane Elizabeth Addison, will you marry me?”

She nodded, tears coming to her eyes before finally shouting out, “Yes! Yes, of course!”

He grinned, putting the ring on her finger before standing so he could kiss her. After breaking the kiss, she wrapped her arms around him tightly.

“I love you,” she breathed into his shoulder.

“I love you, too,” he repeated back.

When she pulled away, she noticed a familiar face approaching them from behind Spencer.

“Jack!”

“Congratulations, sis!” he cheered, pulling her into a hug. “Spencer asked me to take pictures from a hidden spot in the park,” he explained.

“How long have you two been planning this?” she questioned.

Spencer shrugged, still grinning. “Pretty much since we got back from that case with the brides.”

Something clicked in Jane’s brain as she put the pieces together. That’s why he was so quiet during that case. That’s why he and Jack were hanging out that one day when she got home.

“I don’t want to intrude too much, but I’ll let you know when the pictures are edited and ready to be shared with you,” Jack told them before bidding them goodbye.

Jane turned back to Spencer after Jack left, her grin matching his. “Let’s go back to the apartment, we should call people and tell them the news!” She took his hand and led him home.

They called Jane’s parents first. Next, Jane suggested calling Diana.

“Or I could just write about it in my daily letter,” Spencer suggested.

“Spence, this is something you tell someone over the phone,” she argued.

“What if she’s having a bad day?”

“If that’s the case, we can ask the nurses to call us back when she’s feeling better,” Jane insisted.

“OK,” he gave in with a nod.

Jane dialed the sanitarium and put it on speaker phone. The nurse gave the phone to Diana upon their request.

“Hey, Mom, how are you doing today?”

“I’m good. Did you propose yet?” Diana responded, getting straight to the point of what she wanted to know.

Jane chuckled.

“Yes, I did, Mom. And she said yes!” he cheered, squeezing Jane’s hand.

“Oh, Spencer! That’s wonderful! I’m so happy for you two!”

“Thank you, Diana,” Jane spoke, blushing.

When they got off the phone with Diana, they called Jane’s grandma and then decided they’d wait to tell the team in person on Monday.

~~~~~

On the way up the elevator Monday, Jane and Spencer agreed to hide Jane’s ring until they announced their engagement.

The team was sent into the briefing room almost immediately upon arrival.

After the briefing was over and Hotch told them, “Wheels up in 30,” Jane stopped the team from leaving.

“Spencer and I have something to share with the team,” she told everyone as she and Spencer moved to the front of the room. She slipped her hand in her pocket and placed the ring on her hand. She then took it back out and Spencer took her hand, raising it up. “We’re getting married!”

The room erupted in cheers and cries of congratulations. Garcia rushed forward to embrace both of them.

“I am so excited! I have so many ideas to help you plan the wedding. Ooo! I call dibs on planning the bachelorette party!” she cheered.

“And I can plan your bridal shower,” JJ added, also coming to get hugs in.

“Leave the bachelor party up to me,” Morgan grinned, hugging them as well.

Everyone got their hugs and congratulations in and then moved to prepare for the flight to the case.

During the thirty minutes before they had to take off, Jane went to her desk to double check her go bag, ensuring she had everything she needed.

“So,” Spencer spoke. Jane looked up to see him approaching her desk. “Wedding planning.”

“Wedding planning,” she repeated back to him. “I guess it’d be good to get started on that sooner rather than later.”

“I’ve been thinking about it. I do want to have some say in it, but ultimately, I want you to have your dream wedding,” Spencer explained to her.

Jane smiled and grabbed his hand, giving it a squeeze. “That’s so sweet. How about Garcia and I plan it and I’ll keep you updated. If you want something altered, all you have to do is let us know and we can find a compromise.”

“Sounds like a plan,” Spencer said, smiling.

“I’ve actually been thinking about it too, specifically the date,” Jane confessed.

“And?” Spencer raised his eyebrows.

“I was thinking October first of next year. That gives us a little over a year to plan and prepare and we can start off our favorite month with our wedding!” she shared.

“That sounds perfect!” Spencer agreed.

“Yay!” Jane cheered, standing up from her seat. “It’s settled then!” She picked up her go bag and the two headed off to the jet.

~~~

When the team arrived home from the case, Jane asked Garcia to help her plan the wedding.

“Yes, yes, absolutely, yes!” Garcia squealed.

“Great!” Jane laughed.

“We should have a girls night Friday or Saturday to get started!” the blonde suggested.

Jane nodded and then shrugged. “I’m good with either.”

“Make it Friday,” Rossi chimed in as he walked by. They turned to him. “Everyone is invited to my place Saturday night for yours and Spencer’s engagement party.”

Jane’s eyes went wide. “Oh Rossi, you really don’t have to do that!” she insisted.

“Of course I do. You two are like family!” he stated.

Spencer walked up to Jane and put an arm around her before she could object again. “Thank you so much, Rossi,” he told him.

The team agreed to go over to Rossi’s Saturday night and told Jane to invite Jack too.

Just as the team was ready to head home for the night, Hotch got a phone call. Another case had come in.

“Everyone, take an hour to go repack your bags and then meet at the jet. We’ll do the briefing on the flight there,” he ordered them.

After repacking, Jane and Reid decided to take the rest of the time to go grab lunch at a little cafe.

“I think we should figure out who we want to be our bridesmaids/groomsmen before Saturday night so we can ask people,” Jane stated before taking a sip of her coffee.

“OK,” Spencer agreed.

“I was thinking JJ and Penny for sure. What do you think about asking Emily?”

“She would love that!” he told her. “I’ll have Morgan, Hotch, and Rossi for groomsmen with Morgan as best man. So we’re basically having the team be our wedding party,” he chuckled.

“It makes sense though,” Jane stated. “If Morgan’s your best man, then I think I’ll go with Garcia for my maid of honor so they can be paired together. Ooo! I can get together cute little proposal boxes to ask everyone to be part of the wedding party on Saturday night!”

The case ended up taking longer than expected, meaning Garcia and Jane were unable to have their girls night on Friday, as the team arrived back late that night.

Saturday morning, Jane created the wedding party boxes.

“Are you making boxes for me too?” Spencer questioned.

“Mmhmm,” she confirmed.

“Don’t you think it’s a little girly?” he asked.

“Yours aren’t as girly. It’ll be fine,” she assured him.

In the evening, they headed to Rossi’s for the party.

The whole team was there as well as Jack to help celebrate their engagement.

Near the end of the dinner portion of the evening, Jane and Spencer stood for a toast, the first of what would be many for the joyful occasion.

“I speak for both of us when I say that I just want to thank you all for being here to celebrate this exciting new chapter in our lives. And a special thanks to Rossi for hosting this beautiful party.” Jane paused and nodded toward him. He raised his glass and nodded back. “You’ve all been there through the ups and downs of our relationship and have given advice and support at different points and we just really love and appreciate all of you so, so much. Cheers to what’s to come!”

“Cheers!” Everyone repeated back, lifting their glasses towards the middle of the table and clinking them with those around them.

Spencer pulled Jane in for a quick kiss before they sat back down.

Later in the night, Jane handed out the boxes and everyone loved them, each of them accepting their respective roles the couple asked them to take on in their wedding party.

“And we shipped a box overseas to Emily to ask her to be a bridesmaid as well,” Jane informed them.

“Oh! That’ll be so great!” Garcia cheered.

As everyone chatted excitedly about the wedding, Jane caught Jack’s eye and gestured for him to follow her off to the side of the room.

“We want you to have a part in the wedding in some way too,” Jane told him. “What would you like to do? You could be a reader, an usher, or you know what? You could get licensed to be the officiant!”

“That would be really cool!” Jack agreed.

“Great!” Jane cheered, giving her brother a hug.

~~~

Over the next few months, Jane and Garcia worked to plan all of the details of the wedding, consulting Spencer occasionally.

Jane and Spencer agreed on having Henry be the ring bearer in the ceremony. As there weren’t any little girls in either of their families or their BAU family, they chose to have Shortstack be the flower dog instead.

As the wedding would take place in autumn, the color scheme chosen was one that would fit well with the fall foliage; burgundy, orange and of course Spencer’s favorite color, purple.

One weekend, the couple, along with Garcia, took a drive to look at different wedding venue options. They were able to find a beautiful, rural location that would be perfect for an outdoor wedding. The location had plenty of trees surrounding a clearing that would provide them with plenty of leaves to help naturally decorate the area.

One day, the couple got permission to get off from work early in order to go to an appointment for a cake tasting. Just as they were getting ready to head out, a case came in.

“Don’t you worry,” Garcia assured them. “I will get it rescheduled as soon as the case is over.”

Jane felt lucky that Garcia was the one handling most of their organization of the planning. She was one of the few who understood rescheduling appointments, unlike other planners had they hired a professional wedding planner to do it.

Towards the end of January, Jane decided she wanted to start working out more and asked JJ if she’d like to work out together.

“Is there a reason you’re wanting to work out more?” JJ questioned. “You know Spencer doesn’t care how fit you are.”

“I know that,” Jane assured her. “I just want to look my best for the wedding,” she explained.

Monday, February 7th, 2011.

Jane was doing cool down stretches in the living room when Spencer entered the room, still in his pajamas.

“Janey, what are you doing?” he asked, rubbing the sleep from his eyes.

“I thought I’d get a work out in before we have to go to work in case a case comes up,” she told him.

"Why have you been into exercising lately?” he questioned.

“I want to look the best that I can for the wedding,” she stated, stretching her arms.

“Jane, you look beautiful no matter what. You don’t have to exercise to look good. You always look amazing.”

Jane smiled at him and shook her head. “I know you think that, but I just want to do this for myself.”

She finished up stretching and took a drink of water from her glass on the coffee table. Spencer moved towards her, wanting to hug her, but she pulled back.

“Spencer, I’m all gross and sweaty right now.”

“I don’t care,” he insisted, moving to hug her anyway.

She allowed him to hold her for a moment before stepping back and announcing she was going to go shower and get ready for work.

“Alright. Why don’t I make breakfast while you do that?”

“Sounds great!” she cheered before walking off.

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Second opinion (2/?)

Previously.

rating: k+

pairing: Annette/Ingrid

word count: 1k~

“Ingrid is torn to choose between the two people circulating around her life. Unknown to her, there’s eventually an elephant in the room – and for so many times, she’s just failed to see.”

Until her shift ended and even the day has passed for yet another new shift, Ingrid still couldn’t fathom of what happened. The sudden silence coming from Annette is new, she wouldn’t have expected that such cheerful girl like her be so sullen out of sudden.

No, well, Ingrid understands the fact that anyone have their good days and bad days, yet the fact that it is Annette who’s having such bad days has Ingrid to compare between fields of blooming flowers to a complete barren wasteland. Or maybe she has yet to know more about Annette for the orange-haired woman to entrust Ingrid to her problems, while Ingrid should have pestered Annette a lot already for her life story.

“A-Are you okay, Ingrid?”

Bernadetta, with her egg toast ready on respective plates for breakfast this morning, asks. She is confused, Ingrid can tell. Perhaps how she wasn’t chowing down on the meal in front of her garner the purple-haired woman’s worry.

“I’m alright, thank you for asking, Bernadetta.” Ingrid smiles. She moves on slicing her toast to smaller pieces first, watching as Bernadetta is red to her ears for some reason.

Bernadetta is a meticulous eater compared to Ingrid, so far she can tell, just like how her room is composed. Before the entrance, on the top of the shoe compartment, Bernadetta kept two mini cactus. The plants are cared well, seeing the healthy color and how the vines and thorns are not overgrown. Coming deeper inside the room, Bernadetta kept every space clean. She seems to be fond of teddy bears that she lined up some on the sofa right beside the table where they ate. The kitchen area, too, is spotless even though she has finished cooking.

Ingrid does keep her place clean, but she can’t match Bernadetta’s.

“How’s the gardening club? I hope Felix is not there to bother you.”

“H-He doesn’t! He helped me sometimes by bringing in the fertilizer.” Bernadetta explains. Ingrid squints suspiciously at that, but she lets it slide.

Felix has his course in Business Major building a bit frequently now due to some part of Civil Engineering building is renovated. A lone wolf like him happened to come across the green house of Garreg Mach and met with Bernadetta. Felix told Ingrid about the woman’s circumstances and then by the thorough “persuasion”, Bernadetta is now an official member of the university’s gardening club also getting more interest in doing outdoor-related activities.

‘It is better now rather than having a strange woman hovering like a stalker watching the garden but not doing anything about it,’ Ingrid quoted Felix.

“The flower that you said pretty a while ago is now growing nicely, Ingrid.”

“It does?” the short-haired blonde beams. She is happy to know the meek purple-haired woman is enthusiastic about outdoor activities. Bernadetta replies with a quick nod.

“How, how about you go and help gardening club again next Wednesday? I-I’d be happy to have you,” a pause. “A, and I’m sure Dedue and other gardening club members too!”

Ingrid hums, thinking of her schedule in the back of her mind. “If I’m not caught up with deliveries, I’ll go help.”

“Yay!” and Bernadetta suddenly clams up, feeling embarrassed over becoming excited, all the while Ingrid watches her with the same pleasant smile in her face.

At least this exchange is peaceful, Ingrid mused.

Glancing at her wristwatch, Ingrid counts that she still have at least fifteen minutes to indulge on the breakfast before she must head out to do routine deliveries with her bike by the morning. Then after deliveries, she needs to catch up with the seminar after lunch hours. The night shift of Lion House Café will be the end of today’s schedule.

Thinking of Lion House, Ingrid bounced back to Annette. Though, she couldn’t afford to see Bernadetta worried about her again – at least not after Bernadetta exclaimed her happiness.

Time will heal, or better, she could apologize—Ingrid should have disappointed Annette or something. Or she really is a nuisance and Annette couldn’t say it right to her face.

“Thank you for the meal, Bernadetta. I should be off before Leonie called up on me again.”

“O-Oh, Ingrid!” Bernadetta tugs on Ingrid’s sleeve for attention, prompting her to wait as she shuffles to the kitchen. The purple-haired woman takes a box to Ingrid’s hands. Bernadetta is shaking, though she is doing her best not to let the box slip before Ingrid received it firmly.

“Here! A lunch for you! There’s no poison in it! I-I-I made it with love!”

Ingrid blinks. She has a lot of questions, also an option to decline the kindness in her mind, but she accepts the meal anyway, seeing how Bernadetta is … trying her best with this. And most importantly, her personal rule: never let any food to waste.

“T, thank you. I’ll return it after I washed the box, okay?”

“Good luck on y-your work!”

Then again, looks like she won’t be able to dodge questions (and jeering) from Leonie later about the lunch box.

The seminar turned out to drag longer than she would expect, thankfully, she has recharged her energy with the rice balls from Bernadetta.

The rice balls are filled with chunks of meat, just how Ingrid would like. Bernadetta sure has known her long enough to memorize her preference of food, something she is grateful of and also something she is not sure of. How to repay a person’s kindness? Did Bernadetta want anything from her? How come this treatment can be something so natural to receive?

Ingrid stays on her chair to text Bernadetta a late follow-up thank you for the lunch, when a familiar cheerful voice called up to her.

“Hmm. What now, texting a girlfriend?”

“Do you really want me to elbow you so badly, Sylvain?” Ingrid scoffs. She raises from her seat, pushes her phone and her handbook to her bag, ready to take off. Though, Sylvain is practically blocking her way and he wants to talk, so Ingrid is going to give it.

“Easy there, pal.” Sylvain is nowhere affected, rather, he seems to be having fun.

The redhead might be a little older, but he is still counted in Ingrid’s circle of childhood friends. At times he can be an unbearable playboy who’ll flirt left to right, then again Ingrid already acknowledged that Sylvain also got some good qualities … that Ingrid can count with fingers, away from his uncountable traits.

Sylvain, Felix and Dimitri would at times nag Ingrid about helping her with her daily expenses, but of course Ingrid would politely decline – close friends or not, it is not good to rely on such connections too much. Ingrid wasn’t able to refuse Dimitri’s offer to be a part time worker on his Café, but at least Ingrid is a bit free from the collective nagging.

“What are you doing here? I thought you have no classes related to Food Science and Agriculture?”

“I just want to say hello—well, after being dragged to help with Professor Manuela’s belonging.” Sylvain cracks his fingers in emphasis.

Professor Manuela was the one holding the seminar just now. She brought some chemical samples with her and distributed a sample batch for the attendees, so Ingrid guesses it is what Sylvain is talking about. Ingrid didn’t see Sylvain be the one distributing the goods, or maybe she stood on the west side and he helped on the east side of the lecture hall.

“You’re unusually edgy though today, what’s up?”

Anything but that question. Ingrid knew that Sylvain won’t budge if she told a lie, so, “Just get into a little problem.”

“I bet in Felix’s dinner that it is another girl problem,”

“That’s not an enough bet – you’re the one making him dinner anyway.” Ingrid chuckles. She straps her bag, strides forward to coerce Sylvain to finally step away. “That’s that, though. Outta my way, please, or I’ll miss my shift. We can talk about this later.”

“Aww, alright, alright. Want me to crash there later with Dimitri? Maybe we can help your customer count-“

“No, thank you. And the boss himself can’t be counted as a visitor, don’t you think?”

The night shift of Lion House Café started after 5 PM and last at 9 PM when the café is closing. The hour count is shorter than day shift, but the night shift included the equipment cleaning and filling the stock cards, hence it weighs more on the responsibility. The café is more crowded on weekend nights, so there would be more people assigned to the night shift.

That Saturday, though, Ingrid only sees the count of two people in from a glance to the storefront.

She enters the back room after locking her bike in the reserved parking lot. Mercedes, the second-in-manager of the establishment, greets Ingrid as she gets the café apron from the closet.

The manager of the café is an affectionate, soft-spoken woman in her late twenties. She can be a bit of klutz sometimes, like forgetting the stock card at the break room, or her cardigan on the tabletop counter, but that doesn’t affect her actual management skills. Mercedes always able to exercise cool heads in any situation, and Ingrid respects her for it.

“Oh, Ingrid. You came early, perfect timing,” Mercedes says. Her smile eases from her tight-lipped moment just now. Ingrid wondered of what had taken place.

“We’re a bit low on people since Annette can’t come tonight.”

Hearing the said name, Ingrid is alerted. She feels something sink in her stomach. Her eyes widens to know that a certain diligent worker of the café is absent. Ingrid swallows, hoping that it wasn’t because of the problem from yesterday. “… What happened?”

“She called in sick,” the manager sighs. Mercedes seems restless. “I already told her not to go overboard with her studies.”

Ingrid catches a sense of familiarity in the way Mercedes spoke about Annette, which is maybe the first time that Ingrid ever noticed. Annette and Mercedes are both known to be an easy-going and approachable, they can befriend and get to the comfort of any old and new workers or old and new customers alike.

The blonde decided to let it rest, focusing on the situation.

Annette was sick, no wonder she is not as cheerful as usual. Ingrid put the premise to be her conclusion.

“It will be a bit of extra work to alternate between cash register and making the drinks, but I’m sure you can do it well, Ingrid.”

“Yes, ma’am.”

When Ingrid and one other part-timer finally closed the shutter and clean up the main area, Mercedes approaches them with two mugs of steaming hot cocoa in the break room. Spring is already there chasing away the winter chills, but hot beverages will always be a nice treat every now and then. The part timer excused himself first, however, saying that he needs to run somewhere to get a package (in which Ingrid wondered why this late at night), leaving Ingrid alone with Mercedes, sipping slowly to the chocolate treat.

Mercedes, however, doesn’t drink. She sits on the chair across Ingrid, skimming at something on her phone. Ingrid doesn’t feel to bother her boss, even though the silence somehow a bit grim. She must be tired of all the activities today, not to mention, there is a certain name that happened to resurface ever so often.

“Say, Ingrid. Do you happen to live nearby Annette’s rented apartment?”

Ingrid puts down the mug. And it resurfaces now. “I don’t think Annette ever told me where she lived. Or she is in one of the Garreg Mach’s issued dormitory?”

“Dorms like that won’t allow anyone to come back there over the curfew, if I remembered correctly,” Ingrid rolls her eyes at that mention, remembering when the exact dormitory curfew is. Mercedes, as far as Ingrid knows, ever said that she was ‘there for long’ at the Garreg Mach – or she ever worked there rather than studied there, Ingrid missed the details.

Dormitories might be a cheap alternative of housing for students with low allowance, but the strict curfew and unforgiving guards (Ingrid pictured a certain green-haired Professor from Marine Engineering in her mind) will prove it to be a difficult place to be. Ingrid recalled that the given curfew is 9 PM, with a five minute leeway. But then, a night shift work like this will only end around 10 or 11 PM, so it is a no go especially if you juggle with a lot of work or simply loves to take a night stroll to the nearby convenience store for night snacks.

“And … what about Annette?”

“If you lived nearby, I would like to ask for you to check up on her,” Mercedes voices her request, hands folded on the table as she set her eyes squarely on the worker. Ingrid finds herself straightened her posture, her fingers cradling on the mug. “As you may know, she is hard on herself. She might still be studying, despite calling in to be sick.”

What Ingrid sees from Annette is the epitome of diligence, yes. She always come to work early and will never sit still—she will find exactly something to do, and it can be anything. The orange-haired woman might be smaller than any other part-timers, but she loves to make every side is spotless, if not having any other job assigned to her. Ingrid observed it as her kind of habit, so she left it alone.

But to think that she doesn’t have the way to put a stop on herself, it’s … distressing. Worrying. Ingrid, too, is stacking her time with work and studies, but she knew all too well that taking breaks every now and then is as important as anything. Someone ever told Ingrid about it – it’s not like she would forget it easily.

“She is?” Ingrid repeats. “How … how did you know about this?”

At the question, Mercedes falls silent. She draws her eyes from Ingrid somewhere else, looking self-conscious. There is something looming over them, something that Ingrid knows well not to thread into. Much to Ingrid’s relief, though, Mercedes diverts from the point, her small smile from earlier returns.

“In any case, it’s only if you lived nearby. If not, please forget about this.”

Ingrid feels like she has a lot to say, then again it is already getting late to drag on the topic any longer. “Please tell me about her address.”

#wrt #ingrid brandl galatea #annette fantine dominic #anngrid #coffee shop AU

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A Cold and Comfort

Author’s Note: This is part of my 2.5k Follower Drabble Celebration. Followers picked prompts, (listed below as the summary) and this was one of the results. See the rest of them HERE. Requested by: @i-is-for-inspiring Summary/Prompts: Fluff, “And what is that supposed to mean?” and Someone in the fic is told a secret. Pairing: Dean x Reader Word Count: 1,175 Warnings: Descriptions of sickness (a bad head cold). I’m sick right now. Instead of moping, I’m turning it into inspiration for a fluffy comfort fic, so no real warnings.

You’d felt the tickle in your throat yesterday and had known what it meant.

You’d stocked up on cough drops, tissue, and sinus medication, then drank a bunch of water and orange juice and went to sleep early in your room in the bunker in an attempt to avoid the inevitable.

It seemed unutterably unfair to you that you spent so much of your time hunting monsters and fighting to save the world, and yet, every time the seasons changed, you always got knocked off your feet with a bad cold.

Where was the justice in that?

As soon as you woke up, you knew your efforts had been pointless. Your throat was as dry and scratchy as a cactus in a desert, and your nose was so stopped up, you couldn’t even breathe out of it.

Sitting up, you groaned as the mucus shifted in your skull, causing an instant throbbing in your temples. You squinted at the door, and the bright light in the hallway, hacked a cough that made you gag for the amount of snot draining down your throat, then laid back down, pulling the covers up to your chin in your mostly-dark, comfortably cool room.

You didn’t want to leave. Leaving the room would make it worse.

But you needed water and the supplies you bought yesterday. And it would probably be a good idea to let the Winchesters know what was wrong with you.

Undecided and miserable, you looked around the room for ideas and your eyes landed on your cell phone, charging next to your bed. Yes! Grabbing it, you quickly opened the text thread you had with Dean.

I feel like a pile of half-warmed over shit. Please bring my bag of medicine and stuff to me. I left it on the war room table. Also, a cold bottle of water.

You sent it, then thought for a second.

Water. Not beer, Dean.

You got a thumbs up acknowledgement from your friend and fellow hunter, and the notification sound made you wince. You set it to silent and turned the lit screen face-down on the bed, then the covers completely over your throbbing, snot-filled skull.

This truly sucked.

Two days passed, and you were starting to feel marginally human again. Yay!

Sam had mostly tried to stay out of your way, though he was pleasant enough at meal times when you shuffled to the table. He actually seemed a bit uncomfortable with you being sick, like he didn’t know how to help and felt bad about it. There’d been no cases, but with Castiel off hiding with Kelly Kline and Lucifer’s unborn baby, there was still plenty of stress in the bunker.

You’d put all of that on hold until you got over being sick. Priorities -- you couldn’t help take care of the world until you took care of yourself first.

Dean, on the other hand, seemed determined to cheer you up. He acted totally confident by a sick bed, even bringing you chicken soup once before you laughed at him and told him to bring you some actual food that would fill you up. He had insisted you eat the soup first, and you had, trying to maintain a glare as you ate in bed.

That had been the worst day of this cold. But probably the best moment of any cold you’d ever had.

You heard a knock at the door and smiled, putting down the suspense novel you were using to while away the time. Your tissues and water were full, it wasn’t a meal time, so this was probably just Dean checking in. He could be a bit of mother hen, you’d noticed.

“Come on in, Dean.”

He stuck his head in, saw your smile, then walked the rest of the way in with a grin of his own.

“You’re looking much better now, Y/N.”

You laughed. “Yeah, bed-head, a raw-red nose, and flannel PJs. I’m sure I look fantastic.”

He looked at you kind of funny, then laughed, “yeah, right.” His voice was strange, though, like he was holding something back, which was not like Dean at all. Since you’d met the man, he’d been a straight-shooter in almost everything with you. It was one of his very best qualities, in fact.

You raised an eyebrow, “and what is that supposed to mean?”

His eyebrows furrowed, and he looked conflicted for a few seconds, then he shrugged. “Y/N, you’re beautiful. I’ve wanted to be with you since I met you, but I knew I wasn’t your type, so I kept it to myself. It’s not a huge secret or anything though--I thought you knew.”

Your eyes opened in shock and you sucked in a breath, immediately triggering a coughing fit.

As you hacked your way through it, Dean sat down beside you, his warm hand rubbing circles on your back.

“Sorry, Y/N.” He grabbed your water bottle and handed it to you, “I didn’t mean to choke you up.”

He sounded worried, but his eyes were twinkling, like he wanted to laugh. Of course he wanted to laugh. He’d told you that he liked you --had wanted to be with you since you first met--and your reaction was to cough up a lung. Grace in Action, that was you.

You swallowed down some water, then looked back at the man sitting next to you. You’d never let yourself think of Dean that way. A long run of disappointing relationships had left you with the conviction that you weren’t capable of having a successful one. It had been a long dry spell for you, and you were mostly happy with your life, but this? Of course, the man was gorgeous, and knew it, but Dean was also kind, responsible, and funny. You truly enjoyed being with him. He was a bit of a bad-ass like you, but he carried even more baggage than you did.

What the hell were you supposed to say to this revelation?

Dean seemed to read the indecision in your eyes and he laughed. “Relax, Y/N. I’m not asking for anything, I just thought you should know. Right now, you need to focus on feeling better.” He stood up and walked to the door, leaving you sitting on the bed in your flannels and squeezing a water bottle too tightly in your hands.

“I’ll come get you when it’s dinner time, Y/N. Try to get some rest, beautiful.”

And with that parting shot, Dean left the room, pulling the door shut behind him.

The jerk. How in the hell were you supposed to sleep after this new development? What were you supposed to do now that Dean had admitted to having feelings for you?

You leaned back on the pillows and allowed yourself a smile. You hadn’t expected it, hadn’t even truly wanted it, but you couldn’t deny being happy to have Dean’s admiration.

Maybe, when this cold spell was gone, your dry spell would be too. Life was short after all, and meant to be lived.

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