#okay time to go preheat the oven for lunch

[not-poignant]

Spent the morning doing some actual tidying and cleaning (ugh chores) and now I'm going to make a green smoothie (that is 60% fruit shhh) and package some art and make some lunch. Fascinating, I know!

I used to post little personal updates here all the time and I kind of miss doing that and don't know why I stopped, lol. I'll come up with some kind of universal tag at some point so you can blacklist / not see these posts if you want.

Tempting to write February's Nascent Diplomat chapter this month, and I also want to so badly write the next Nate/Janusz chapter because that pair has shot right up into the top three pairings I've written this year (the other two being of course, Efnisien/Gary and Sebastian/Alex).

Got some editing to do! Hoping to have the next A Stain that Won't Dissolve chapter up on Sunday!

[dredshirtroberts]

okay. i cleared out the space under my bed so the princess will have so much MORE room for activities than she previously did. at least until Saturday and we move to the new place and she can decide if she's going to play nice with the boys finally.

[eva-knits12]

Pete's Favorite Girls

Trigger warning: fluff

Summary: Pete and Zoe bake you cookies when you have a cold.

It's the weekend, and what was supposed to be a nice, family weekend just didn't happen. I woke up with a bad cold. Zoe was busy keeping me entertained with drawing me pictures, cuddles, and dancing for me, and getting me to watch her favorite show, Bluey. Zoe was even giving me her favorite stuffed animals and her favorite toys to make me feel better. This includes her favorite stuffed Bluey.

"Mama, Paddington. Paddington make you feel all bettew," says Zoe, who is giving me the Paddington I had when I was a baby. I put it in her nursery when she was a baby. It was a gift from a family friend when my mom had her baby shower when she was pregnant with me.

Pete was bringing me medicine, chicken soup, and whatever else I needed. He was even taking care of Zoe, and he even cuddled me, watched me sleep, and would even place Zoe next to me when we were both tired and needed a nap. Sometimes, Pete would even sleep next to me and Zoe. On the surface, it looked like a wholesome family moment, with everyone sleeping in the same place.

When Zoe wakes up from her nap, Pete kisses her forehead, and carries her to the kitchen. He already has bowls pulled out, baking sheets are already out, ungreased, and he left out the butter and the eggs so that they could get to room temperature.

"Shh, let's surprise Mommy, Zoe," says Pete.

"YAY! Ookies! Ookies!" says Zoe.

Pete fixes Zoe a grilled cheese sandwich, and makes some fries for her. Pete fixes himself a grilled cheese sandwich, and fixes a bowl of soup for him, an a grilled cheese sandwich an a bowl of soup for me. Pete puts the soup and sandwich and a glass of warm ginger ale on a tray, and delivers me my lunch.

Pete kisses me on my forehead, and feeds me the soup and the sandwich.

"Oh, sweetness, you look awful," says Pete.

"Pete, you don't have t-ACHOO!" I sneeze, and then blow my nose.

"Shh, Zoe and I will have a surprise for you when you wake up. Here, finish this, and then sleep again," says Pete.

"Mama, Bluey Mama. Bluey Mama. Bluey make mama feel bettew," says Zoe, who has turned on Bluey so that we can watch it until I go back to sleep again.

I watch Bluey with Zoe for a while, and then I fall asleep again. Zoe pulls the covers over me, kisses my cheek, and then Pete carries her back to the kitchen.

"Shh, daddy. Mama sleep," says Zoe.

"Okay, Zoe. Let's bake cookies for mama, so that she can have a nice surprise when she wakes up.," says Pete.

"I need change, daddy," says Zoe. "I go pee, daddy. I go pee bad," says Zoe.

"Yes, you did go pee bad, Zoe," says Pete, who is talking to Zoe while he changes her diaper.

Pete checks her diaper, and Zoe is really wet. Pete changes her diaper, then washes his hands, and then Pete goes back to the kitchen.

"There we go, Zoe. One clean, fresh diaper," says Pete.

"Thank for change, daddy," says Zoe, who kisses Pete's cheek. Pete smiles at this. Pete loved being a dad, and loved doing things like diaper changes, spending time with Zoe, playing with Zoe, and spending time with me and Zoe.

"Let's bake the cookies for mama," says Pete.

Pete pulls up a stool, and places Zoe on it. Pete measures out the dry ingredients. Zoe mixes them with her little wooden spoon, and she wears her cute little apron. Pete preheats the oven to 375 degrees.

"I bake, Daddy. I bake," says Zoe. Zoe giggles, and continues to mix the dry ingredients.

Pete is mixing the butter, the sugar, the brown sugar, and the vanilla. Eventually, he adds the eggs.

"Mmm. Smell nice, daddy. Smell nice," says Zoe, who has now smelled the vanilla in the dough.

Pete mixes in the dry ingredients, and Pete mixes the dough, adds in the dry ingredients, mixes again, and continues this process.

"Whewe choco chippy daddy?" asks Zoe.

"We'll add them in after Daddy is done mixing the ingredients together, okay, baby girl," says Pete, who kisses Zoe on the top of her tiny head.

Pete finishes mixing the dough, and he cuts open the bag of chocolate chips. Zoe pours them in, and then Pete mixes them in.

"Ookies help make mama feel bettew," says Zoe.

Pete sits at the kitchen table, with paper and crayons for Zoe. But, Zoe is parked in front of the oven, watching the cookies bake.

"We bake ookies, daddy. We bake ookies," says Zoe.

The first two sheets of cookies are done, so Pete takes them out.

"Don't touch these, Zoe. We have to wait for them to cool," says Pete.

"Yes, daddy," says Zoe.

Zoe is drawing a picture for me, and Pete places the next two sheets of cookies in the oven. Pete sits down, and reads his book for a while, and then checks on the cookies. They have a ways to go, so he sits back down and reads his book again.

"Daddy, I made Bluey," says Zoe, who has drawn a picture of Bluey. Zoe shows Pete her drawing of Bluey. Pete kisses Zoe on her forehead, and grabs a crayon. He puts "Get Well Soon, sweetness. From Pete and Zoe," on Zoe's drawing.

"Now dwawing pewfect, daddy. Dwawing pewfect," says Zoe.

Pete pulls out the last two sheets, sets them on the counter, and lets them cool.

"What should we have for dinner, Zoe?" asks Pete.

"Pata, daddy. Pata" says Zoe.

"Okay, Zoe. I'll make us some pasta. What should we have with our pasta?" asks Pete.

"Bwead. Pata sacey," sasy Zoe.

"Great job, Zoe. Okay, Zoe. Do you want to help daddy make some pasta later?" asks Pete. Pete couldn't be more prouder of Zoe, who was becoming more bigger every day. She was already smart, but she was becoming smarter.

"YA!" says Zoe.

"Why don't we go check on mommy, okay?" says Pete.

'Okay, daddy," says Zoe.

Zoe takes her drawing and follows Pete.

"How are you feeling, sweetheart?," asks Pete.

"I'm feeling b-ACHOO!" I say, then I sneeze again.

"Oh, honey, you sound and look terrible," says Pete.

"I'll make you some more soup, and bring you a surprise. Zoe helped me with it," says Pete, who kisses me lovingly on my forehead.

"Mama, I dwew pictuwe, mama. Pictuwe make mama feel better," says Zoe, who gives me her picture of Bluey.

"Anks, Zoe," I say.

"AW! I bove it," I say.

Pete fixes some chicken soup for me, and brings it on a tray along with some hot tea with honey and lemon. He puts some of the chocolate chip cookies on the tray. Pete feeds me the soup, and Zoe keeps me entertained by telling me about the latest episode of Bluey.

"Daddy and I watch movie," says Zoe. Pete and Zoe were going to have a chill movie night, and then Pete would read her a story. They were going to watch Tangled. Rapunzel is Zoe's favorite Disney Princess.

After Pete feeds me the soup, and gives me some more medicine, I eat the cookies. Pete didn't have to go to all of this trouble. I'm glad he did. I'm already starting to feel better knowing that I have Pete and Zoe taking such good care of me.

"Shh. I love taking care of you, sweetness," says Pete.

I'm finished with the soup, and the tea. I ate the cookies. Pete collects the tray. I go to the bathroom, relieve myself, then brush my teeth.

I soon come back, and Zoe and Pete check on me. Pete pulls the covers over me, kisses my cheek, and wishes me good night.

"Night, mama," says Zoe. Zoe blows me a kiss.

"Okay, Zoe. Let's have some dinner," says Pete. Pete fills a large pot with water, and waits for it to come to a rolling boil. Pete pulls out a pasta dish, and pulls out a small dish for Zoe. Pete puts the pasta sauce in a smaller pot, and sets it aside.

Pete pulls out the bread and the butter. He butters two slices, and a slice for Zoe. Pete puts in some pasta in the pot, and heats up the pasta sauce.

Pete puts some water in a sippy cup, and puts it at Zoe's place. Zoe takes a small bite of bread, and loves it.

"Yumma yumma, daddy! More! More!" says Zoe.

"Okay, Zoe, I'll fix you some more bread, okay. But don't worry if you don't finish it, okay, baby girl," says Pete.

Zoe pretty much ate what we ate, but Pete and I were careful to give her small portions. Pete made sure that she she had a few veggies, so he placed baby carrots in front of her to snack on, if she wanted them. Zoe eats her carrots.

"More cawotts, daddy. More cawotts, pwease!" says Zoe.

Pete gives her more carrots, and checks on the pasta. It still has a ways to go, and he checks on the sauce. The sauce still has a ways to cook. Pete chops up some fresh basil, and some fresh parsley, and puts it in the sauce.

Pete leaves some sauce in a smaller pot that will go on Zoe's pasta. Zoe's pasta sauce is plain for now. Eventually, Pete and I will introduce her to some more foods as she gets older that are kids friendly.

The pasta and the pasta sauce is ready, and Pete dishes it out. Pete puts a small amount on Zoe's plate, and gives her another glass of water. Pete gets himself a bottle of water, and Pete and Zoe eat and talk.

After dinner, Pete cleans the kitchen, and Zoe watched Pooh and Friends while Pete cleans. After, Pete gives Zoe some chocolate chip cookies for dessert. Zoe eats her cookies, but manages to wind up with the crumbs and chocolate all over herself.

"Okay, Zoe, let's get you into the bath," says Pete. Pete gets Zoe ready for her bath, and removes her clothes. He checks her diaper, and she just finished peeing.

"I go pee, daddy," says Zoe.

"Yes, I know. I'll clean you up, and then we'll get you into the tub," says Pete.

Pete cleans up Zoe, brings a diaper, and a clean sleeper into the bathroom, and laid them out. He deposited Zoe in the bathtub, and let her play in the water. After a while, Pete suds her up, and then washed her hair, then rinsed her off.

"Nice, daddy. Nice. Thank for bath, daddy," says Zoe, who kisses Pete's cheek as he's drying her off. He puts her in her clean diaper, and a nice, clean sleeper. Zoe's sleeper has Bluey on it.

"Okay, Zoe. Ready for movie night with daddy?" asks Pete, who kisses Zoe's cheek.

"YA! Wapunzel!" says and excited Zoe.

Pete and Zoe settle into the couch, and Pete puts on Tangled. Pete and Zoe watch Tangled, and Pete gives Zoe some apple slices to snack on.

"Daddy, dance. Dance," says Zoe, who is dancing to the songs in Tangled. Eventually, the movie is over, and Pete takes Zoe up to her nursery, and reads her a story. Zoe goes to sleep, and Pete kisses Zoe on her forehead, and puts her in her crib.

"Well, Zoe, you are the best movie date," says Pete.

Pete comes back to the primary bedroom, and brushes his teeth, washes his face, puts on his T-shirt and pajama pants, and curls up next to me.

"Good night, sweetness. Feel better," says Pete, who kisses my cheek, and falls asleep next to me. I'm in a deep sleep that even a five-alarm fire couldn't wake me right now.

The next morning, Pete and Zoe bring me some breakfast in bed. I'm actually feeling better, and hopefully, I'll feel better by Monday. Pete is the best, loving, and caring husband I could ask for. Zoe is the best, loving, caring and entertaining daughter I could ask for.

[sapphireginger]

Title: Little Omega

Pairing: Pre-Staura/Gen Fic [Stiles Stilinski + Laura Hale]

Rating: Teen & Up

Word Count: 1,072

Warnings: None

Summary:

Mr. Hale squatted down in front of the boy and smiled warmly. "Hello, Stiles."

The boy tilted his head, his small hand clinging to Laura's as he nodded, shyly whispering, "Hi, Laura papa."

A/N: 

Enjoy!! 

♡ ♥︎ ♡

Created For: @anyfandomgoesbingo / Square Filled: First Heat

Laura called her papa when she discovered the reason why Stiles had gone to the nurse, missing lunch in the process. Her hands shook as she texted her papa, calling him as well. He’d know what to do. As an alpha Laura knew some things but her papa was an omega. He would know how to help Stiles. 

Thankfully, the nurse didn’t make Laura leave. Laura did overhear the nurse's cursing under her breath when the sheriff didn’t answer after a third call. So, when Laura said she called her papa, an omega and they’d look after Stiles, the nurse was more than willing to let the young alpha stay with Stiles. It was a relief for Nurse Jacklyn to have someone looking after and caring about the young omega. While she worked, she talked with them about school. It was a good way to pass the time while they waited for Mr. Hale to arrive. 

♡ ✦ ⟡ ✦ ♡

When he finally pulled up in front of the school, Laura was waiting out front with Stiles who had her hand clasped tightly in his much smaller one. “Papa, this is Stiles.” 

Mr. Hale squatted down in front of the boy and smiled warmly. “Hello, Stiles.” 

The boy tilted his head, his small hand clinging to Laura’s as he nodded, shyly whispering, “Hi, Laura papa.”

Laura smiled but she was full of nerves. It bothered her that Stiles didn’t seem to know what was happening to him. The boy was too young to start having heats, right? Laura was certain Stiles’s dad hadn't talked to him about them yet or he wouldn’t be so clueless as to what was going on.

Stiles smiled at Laura’s papa and giggled. “Omega!” 

Laura giggled at his excitement as Stiles nuzzled into the man’s arms without letting go of her hand. The purr he let out was adorable and made Laura coo. “Mega,” Stiles said with a happy squeal and a purr. 

Mr. Hale chuckled and nodded, his hand brushing up and down the boy’s back. “That’s right. Are you an omega too?” 

Stiles nodded and let out a happy rumble. “Uh huh. I is omega. Just wike my mommy was...” 

Mr. Hale looked at Laura questioningly. He kept his voice soft so as not to disturb the omega’s attempts to scent him. His gaze was fixed on his daughter, his eyebrow quirking up in the signature Hale way. “It seems to me that he is having a preheat. However, it also appears he isn’t aware of what’s happening and I’m certain he is too young to be entering one outside of certain circumstances.”

Stiles blinked owlishly at them, almost scent drunk and scrunches his nose. “Preheat? I do dat to the oven when I make suppers for my daddy.” 

Mr. Hale gaped at the omega’s statement. Granted cooking was definitely in the realm of omega duties so to speak but Stiles was not even double digits yet. In fact, if Mr. Hale remembered correctly the boy was probably only five or six years old. 

They ended up taking Stiles to the station after Mr. Hale pulled them both out of school for the day. Being the mate of the mayor made the process much smoother. 

The Sheriff was busy with work, and Mr. Hale was glad he didn’t let the boy come inside. It would’ve hurt him to see how easily his dad pawned him off on someone else. He didn’t even let Mr. Hale explain what had happened. Well, Arthur Hale would be bringing this to his wife’s attention. 

It wasn’t okay for the sheriff to be so uncaring. It would be his downfall. After all, on the way to the sheriff’s station both Laura and her papa learned that Stiles took care of the house as if he were a kept omega and not a child. He cooked, cleaned and did everything without any gratitude. The boy seemed to believe it was his job, was expected of him and that wasn’t how the Hales treated or viewed omegas. 

♡ ✦ ⟡ ✦ ♡

Talia was in the kitchen when they got back to the Hale House and while Arthur took care of Stiles, Talia sat her daughter down for an explanation of the day’s events. 

“Your father will take care of the boy.”

“Stiles,” Laura said. “His name is Stiles.”

Talia smiled and nodded her head in acknowledgement. “Stiles. Now, why don’t you tell me what's going on?”

“Mama, he’s so little. How can he have a preheat already?” 

Talia tilted her head in thought and shrugged one shoulder. “Well, sometimes omegas bloom early. Tell me, when did you realize he was in preheat?” 

Laura pondered the question for a moment. “Well, I went to the nurse because I was worried about him. He was fine after I hugged him and dropped him off at his classroom. He always seeks me out before school to get his hug. When I didn’t see him before lunch, I was worried. So, I got a pass from my teacher and went to check the nurse’s office. When I got there, he was there talking but I don’t know who he was talking to. He looked at me and—” She stopped suddenly, her eyes going wide. 

Talia chuckled knowingly. “Did he flash his eyes at you?”  

Laura nodded. “Yes,” she whispered. “He flashed them, and they were a beautiful turquoise color.” 

“Did you flash your eyes back at him in return?” Talia asked, already knowing exactly what it all meant. 

Laura nodded again and looked at her mom with an awed expression.  She smiled softly and a rumble sounded in her chest. “He’s, my omega?” She asked and looked towards the stairs. 

“Yes, but he might not yet understand, Laura. Be patient with him. Yes?” 

Laura huffed but nodded, already feeling her instincts flare up with the need to look after her omega. “I’ll try.”

Talia nodded. “Good girl. Come help me in the kitchen. Your father will bring him back shortly and we’ll go from there. Okay?”

“Okay, mama.” Laura glanced once more at the stairs smiling when she heard the omega—her omega—rambling excitedly to Laura’s papa. She giggled softly and sighed happily when she heard the boy squeal at the pajamas he was put into. 

Knowing her papa was looking after her mate, allowed some tension to bleed from Laura’s shoulders. Stiles would be okay. The Hales would make sure of it.

[let-me-luve-you]

Winter Storm

Jared Padalecki x Reader

Summary: You play Cordell Walker’s daughter on the new show Walker. Jared takes you under his wing. What happens when a winter storm hits all of Texas.

Warnings: Mentions of a rough upbringing, Texas winter storm, power outage, water problems, some angst, scary weather, fluff, protective Jared, maybe a cuss word somewhere

A/N: As a Texan, this past week has been scary. I have been extremely blessed to not have the problems that a lot are. I was lucky and did not lose power and did not have any pipes burst. This idea came to me after seeing that Jared and Gen were helping others while dealing with their own problems at their house. 

HERE ARE SOME LINKS TO HELP OUT IF YOU ARE ABLE TO. 

KICK THE COLD - AUSTIN MUTUAL AID

GENESIS WOMEN’S SHELTER & SUPPORT

FEEDING TEXAS

LIST OF ORGANIZATIONS SEEKING DONATIONS IN DALLAS AREA

THE WAY HOME

You do not have to donate to any of these organizations, but if you feel the need to help, here are a few links. ^^^^ There are plenty more out there if you don’t want to donate to these links. 

MASTERLIST   BUY ME A COFFEE

Winter weather will be hitting Texas this weekend. You can expect lots of snow and ice. It is best to prepare for possible power outages and water being turned off. That is worst case scenario, but be prepared as Sunday will be a cold one.

You panicked. Growing up in North Texas you never had to deal with severe winter weather. You were used to dealing with tornados. But the way they were talking on the news, this weekend was going to be bad.

Thankfully you had the day off and were able to go to the store. You grabbed a case of water and food that you could prepare and food that didn’t have to be cooked to eat. You were still getting used to the adult life as an 18 year old, but since you had been taking care of yourself the last few years, you learned a thing or two in the kitchen. You made sure to grab some snacks as well since they didn’t have to be cooked or stored in the fridge either.

As you pulled up to your apartment building, you got a call from the lead and producer of the show you were on. You still weren’t sure how you managed to land the role of Stella in the new show Walker, but you were grateful. You put the car in park and grabbed your phone.

“Hey Jare.” You said. Jared was the older brother you always wanted, even though he plays your dad and he has moments where he acts like your dad. You didn’t have a great life growing up and to have a male figure in your life to help you in anyway, made you happy. Same thing with Gen.

“Hey Y/N/N. How’re you doing?” He asked.

“I’m doing good. Just got back from the store. Am I needed on set?” You asked in a panic thinking you missed something.

“No, no you’re not needed. Just wanted to call and tell you we are not filming Monday or Tuesday next week. And depending on the weather and roads, we may cancel Wednesday as well.” He informed you.

“Oh. Is it because of the storm?” You asked.

“Yeah. We aren’t sure how bad it’ll be, but we are hoping we are just being over cautious.” He said. “You said you went to the store?”

“Yeah. I just wanted to get something’s so I won’t have to get out. And I got some stuff. I won’t need to cook in case we lose power. Also filled up with gas in case I lose heat and need to warm up some.” You told him.

“Come stay with us. We have plenty of room and we have a fireplace. We just restocked our firewood supply. I don’t want to be worrying about you all weekend.” He said.

“I’ll be okay. Really. Thank you for the offer though.” You said nicely. You really did mean it. You were used to taking care of yourself that when people did want to help you, you appreciated them.

“Well. I have my truck if I need to come get you. If you change your mind, come over. The kids would love to see you.” He said. You heard Gen agree with him in the background. “And Gen would too.”

“Well after the storm, I’ll come over for dinner to see everyone. And I’ll even come another night to babysit so you and Gen can go on a date.” You said with a laugh once you heard Gen immediately laugh.

“Gen says you don’t have to, but I will take you up on both offers.” Jared told you. “Okay. Well stay in touch. They say it’ll start sometime tomorrow night.”

“Y’all stay safe and stay in touch too.” You said. “Bye Jare.”

“Bye Y/N/N.” He said before hanging up. You put your phone back into your pocket before lugging all of the groceries into your apartment. You put everything away before going to change out of your winter clothes.

After changing into some PJs to be comfortable. You decided to meal prep some so you wouldn’t have to worry about it later. And if the weather isn’t as bad as they think it’ll be, you can just eat them throughout the week.

Sunday morning, you woke up and looked outside. All you could see was white fluffiness. You smiled as the world looked at peace. You loved snow. You always thought it brought beauty to the world.

When you walked back to your phone where it laid on its charger, you saw a couple of texts from Jared and Gen. Both had sent you photos of Tom, Shep, and Odette playing the in the snow. Then you saw Jared’s text about possible rolling power outages.

You picked up the phone and called Jared and before he could even say hello, you asked, “What does that mean? Your text... I don’t understand it.”

“It means they’ll shut the power off for an hour to three hours to preserve energy.” Jared said.

“Oh.” You said.

“Yeah, so if the power goes out, don’t worry, it should come back on.” He reassured you.

“Okay. Thank you for letting me know.” You replied.

“Of course. How are you doing anyways?” He asked.

“Good. Just woke up. Felt good to sleep in. I’m probably about to start warming up my lunch.” You informed him. “How are y’all handling it over there? I saw the pics you and Gen sent. The kids look like they’re having a blast.”

“We’re doing good. The kids are definitely loving the snow. I did have to help Gen gather the chickens this morning which wasn’t fun.” He said with a laugh.

“Oh gosh. Yeah chasing chickens isn’t fun. Are they okay? I didn’t even think about y’all’s animals?”

“They’re all in the barn with heat lamps. Thankfully the barn is powered by solar so we don’t have to worry too much if the power goes out since we have a lot of energy stored up.” He said.

“Good that’s good. Well I’ll let you get back to doing whatever you were doing. Thanks again for letting me know.”

“Anytime. If you need something, holler. Okay?” He asked.

“I will. Bye.” You said. You heard his farewell as you went to hang up the phone. After preheating the oven, you took the lasagna and boxed garlic bread out of the freezer. You figured, while the power was still on, you could cook the one meal you prepped that couldn’t be eaten cold until you cooked it and it was leftovers.

An hour later, you sat at the counter charging your phone and iPad while you ate. When you went to take another bite, the power cut off.

“Great.” You whispered. You knew it was only going to be for a few hours, but you were a little aggravated by the inconvenience. You stood up and went and put on thicker sweatpants and your socks. When you made it back to your phone to text Jared that your power went out, you saw you barely had any service. That concerned you in case you needed to make a call for an emergency.

Power just went out. Hopefully y’all didn’t lose power. I’ll let you know when it’s back on. Sent 1:23 pm

You continued to eat as you awaited a response. Shrugging when you finished your meal and put the dirty dish in the sink, you moved to the living room to read a book you started the night before.

Hours later, you still had no power and you still hadn’t heard from Jared or Gen. You had checked social media, but neither had posted anything. You decided to scroll through Twitter and saw the horrors of people’s pipes bursting and roofs caving in flooding their homes.

Seeing people in Austin posting that, you decided to grab a tote to store your valuables in. Sadly, it wasn’t a lot, but the idea of losing what little you had that meant something to you scared you.

You needed to go to your car to charge your phone and warm up some, so you decided to store your valuables in the trunk. Thankfully you had a covered parking space that was right in front of your apartment. When you put the tote in the trunk, you checked to make sure the tail pipe was clear of snow before you started the car.

After spending an hour in the car, you decided it was time for bed. Grabbing every piece of blankets you had, you cuddled up in Jared’s hoody that you stole from him when you filmed episode 2 of Walker and all the blankets. You even had on two pairs of socks on since you got cold earlier.

The next morning, you checked to see your phone still had more than half its battery life left. But what shocked you was still no response from Jared. You got on Instagram and saw that Gen had posted a boomerang of him with his socks on as gloves, but neither had checked in with you.

You were kind of upset by this. You knew they didn’t owe you anything, but it still hurt. Going to the kitchen, you saw it was flooded.

“Oh no. Oh no. Nonononono.” You panicked. You ran to the bathroom and grabbed all the towels you owned and rushed back to the kitchen. You threw them down to try and absorb as much water as possible. You opened the cabinet and saw the pipe that had burst. You grabbed your phone and called the landlord.

“Hey Craig. I had a pipe burst this morning.” You said when he answered.

“Can’t do much with the weather like this.” He said not really caring.

“Can you turn the water off or something? Or tell me where it is and I’ll do it.” You said getting angry.

“Can’t do that either. If I do that, your neighbors lose their water too.” He said.

“Well what am I supposed to do. Just sit in water all day?” You asked with an annoyed tone.

“City’s running out of water anyway so they may shut it off. So won’t be long before it stops.” He said. You got so mad that you hung up. He was useless.

After 3 hours, all of your towels were soaked and you started using some of your clothes to help absorb what the towels couldn’t. You had tried calling Jared to see if he knew what to do but it went straight to voicemail. Same with Gen.

After using most of your clothes to stop the water, you decided to pack a bag in case you had to leave. Plus it would let you know what you could use to absorb the water that still remains. Thankfully your landlord had turned the water off after multiple people called about pipes bursting. All you had to do was finish cleaning up the mess.

Two days later, you were sitting in your car, about to go back into your apartment when you got a call from Gen.

“Y/N. Oh my gosh it’s so good to hear from you. We haven’t had service, plus we lost power and had a few pipes burst. Are you okay?” She asked worriedly.

“I’m okay. Sitting in my car right now so I could charge my phone and warm up a bit.” You told her.

“You don’t have power still?” She asked.

“Nope. And I also had a pipe burst. But I cleaned it up and nothing was damaged. Did you have any damage done? Is everyone okay?” You asked concerned.

“Yeah. We are fine. And just minimal floor damage.” She told you. “Jared is cleaning that mess up while I’m going to the store. Do you need anything? We have some of our neighbors over trying to stay warm and I’m grabbing them stuff too. So I don’t mind getting you anything.”

“I’m okay. I have plenty.” You said. You wanted heat. You wanted to sleep without having to wear five layers, but you refused to ask.

“Well if you do need something, text or call. Hopefully we get service back.” She said.

“I will. Thanks Gen.” you said as you hung up. Ten minutes later you got a call from Jared.

“Pack a bag and bring some blankets.” He said before you could even greet him.

“What?” You asked genuinely confused.

“I said, pack a bag and bring some blankets. Also if you want to bring any food you don’t want to go to waste or if you have water, bring that too. I’ll come in and help you carry.” He said.

“Wh-wait.. what is happening?” You asked.

“I’m coming to get you and you are going to stay with us for a couple of days. I just got off the phone with Gen and she said you had a pipe burst and you don’t have heat. So you are going to come stay with us until your power is back on and the pipe is fixed.” He said. “I’m pulling up. I’ll be inside in a second.” He hung up before you could say anything.

You went and unlocked the door before moving to your room. You grabbed your big suitcase and packed what few pair of pants you had, a weeks worth of underwear, two weeks worth of socks since you hated having cold feet, and the remaining three sweaters and seven shirts you had. It barely filled your suitcase so you decided to throw in a couple of hoodies as well.

“That all your packing?” Jared asked concerned. No one knew how long this was going to last.

“It’s all I got clean.” You answered honestly.

“No way.” He said in disbelief. You shrugged and told him to follow you as you walked into the kitchen. He saw the pile of clothes and towels on the ground. “Oh Y/N. I’m sorry this happened to you.”

“Happened to you too.” You said before moving back to your room. You grabbed a blanket and started to fold it, starting a pile you were taking with you to the Padalecki’s. Once you finished that, you grabbed your pillow too.

“Want any books or anything? You have room in your suitcase.” Jared said as he pointed to it. You shrugged and grabbed a few books you had been wanting to read. After throwing them into the suitcase, you ran to the living room to grab your iPad and chargers.

“We can charge them in the cars if we need to.” Jared said when you thought about not putting them in your bag. You nodded before throwing them in and zipping it up. “This ready to go to the truck?” You nodded once again before he grabbed the suitcase handle and stack of blankets and your pillow with ease. “Go figure out food and I’ll come back to help.”

Once in the kitchen, you grabbed the full water case you had bought a few days before and the almost empty one that you had already opened. You then moved to the fridge to grab the few casserole dishes you had left to eat. You grabbed your travel food carrier and put the casseroles in first before the almost empty case of water in after it. You saw Jared walking back in and asked,

“Is there any food of mine you want? I’ve got everything packed that will definitely go bad before I get back. The rest has already gone bad.” You said while looking at Jared who was looking through your cabinets. He found your snack one and grabbed a few things and shoved them in your carrier.

“That’s all I want.” He smirked. “Ready to go? We can come back in a couple of days if we need to.”

“Ready.” You walked to his truck and he helped you load the water and carrier. As you got into the passenger seat and started to buckle, you said, “thanks for coming to get me and letting me stay with you.”

“Anything for family.” He said smiling at you before driving carefully back to his house.

“But we aren’t family?” You said more as a question.

“You’re my tv daughter, so technically we are.” He said with a laugh. “But in all seriousness, I do see you as family. Me and you have gotten close over these past few months. I can see you as a daughter and I can see you as a little sister.” You could hear the sincerity in his voice.

“Really?” You asked. He nodded his head. “It means a lot to hear you say that. I see you as a big brother.”

“Good.” You saw him smile. “That means you can ask me for anything or do anything and I’ll be there for you. Sorry I didn’t come get you sooner. I thought about it.”

“It’s okay. I tried calling but could never get through. It happens. I’m just glad nothing more serious happened. I’m glad we are all safe.” You said honestly.

“And we are about to get you warm. We have the fire going in the living room and in mine and Gen’s room. Kids have been sleeping with us or on the floor in our room. You’re welcome to make a pallet in front of the fire and crash there.” He said as he pulled into his driveway.

“Sleeping in front of a warm fire sounds lovely right now. Thank you.” You leaned over and gave him a big hug. “I love you Jare.” You said before pulling back to kiss his cheek.

“Love you too y/n/n.” He smiled at you. “Now let’s go take all this in and get you warmed up.”

Tags: @deadcoldhearts​

[spicyizuku]

mha boys & cooking headcanons

hi ❤️ heres my thoughts on the boys and if they'd cook for u!! enjoy -🌶

Includes: Todoroki Shoto, Bakugou Katsuki, Midoriya Izuku, & Iida Tenya

warnings: mentions of food

genre: general, fluff, opinion piece

01.04.21

Todoroki Shoto

𝐝𝐨𝐞𝐬 𝐡𝐞 𝐜𝐨𝐨𝐤 𝐟𝐨𝐫 𝐲𝐨𝐮?

hmm he does sometimes!! he usually makes lunch for you when he has time off, but it's mostly stuff you can make without using an oven. he makes a GREAT sandwich

𝐝𝐨 𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐜𝐨𝐨𝐤 𝐭𝐨𝐠𝐞𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐫?

yes! and by yes i mean he watches as you cook. he'll probably prep the kitchen for you- he cleans up the kitchen and helps chop vegetables so you dont take extra prep time

𝐢𝐬 𝐡𝐞 𝐚 𝐛𝐚𝐤𝐞𝐫 𝐨𝐫 𝐚 𝐜𝐨𝐨𝐤?

hmm i think he'd like baking more! he's not much of a sweet tooth but its easier to mess up when you cook rather than just sticking something in the oven and waiting for it to rise

𝐝𝐨𝐞𝐬 𝐡𝐞 𝐜𝐨𝐨𝐤 𝐰𝐞𝐥𝐥?

he's decent!! he doesnt like handling hot liquids for reasons (except soba duh) but anything other than that hes fine! it might take two tries to get a recipe right. he doesnt really make anything fancy

𝐝𝐨 𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐞𝐚𝐭 𝐝𝐢𝐧𝐧𝐞𝐫 𝐭𝐨𝐠𝐞𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐫?

absolutely!! he loves finally being able to sit down with you after a long day. the first words that come out of his mouth is usually "how was your day?" nd you two easily fall into a pattern. he almost NEVER misses dinner

𝐟𝐚𝐯𝐨𝐫𝐢𝐭𝐞 𝐭𝐡𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐭𝐨 𝐦𝐚𝐤𝐞?

you already know!! baby loves his cold soba!!

𝐢𝐬 𝐢𝐭 𝐲𝐨𝐮𝐫 𝐤𝐢𝐭𝐜𝐡𝐞𝐧 𝐨𝐫 𝐡𝐢𝐬?

if you had a claim on a room in his house it would be the kitchen. yea he lives there but thats YOUR kitchen.

Bakugou Katsuki

𝐝𝐨𝐞𝐬 𝐡𝐞 𝐜𝐨𝐨𝐤 𝐟𝐨𝐫 𝐲𝐨𝐮?

Everyday!! He strongly believes providing and cooking for you is one of the easiest ways to show you how much he loves you. his food speaks for him. He loves trying out new recipes for u!! nd theres no snark if you ever request something for dinner. When you two first got together he'd make breakfast and then say he "accidentally made too much" so you can have some. It gradually evolved to "What do you want to eat?"

𝐝𝐨 𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐜𝐨𝐨𝐤 𝐭𝐨𝐠𝐞𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐫?

rarely. he doesnt want u anywhere near the kitchen. On rare occasions when he's done cooking u make desert, but usually you bake in advance bc he doesn't want anything in his way when he's ready to make something

𝐢𝐬 𝐡𝐞 𝐚 𝐛𝐚𝐤𝐞𝐫 𝐨𝐫 𝐚 𝐜𝐨𝐨𝐤?

hes the cook and ur the baker!! He doesnt see the joy in baking and thinks it's useless to him since he doesnt really enjoy sweets. that is- until you make KILLER Shu kurimu. he cant get enough of the cream puffs you make and does not know when to stop. u usually only make them once a month. he gets mad if you make them more bc he knows hes going to ignore his meal plan and inhale them lol

𝐝𝐨𝐞𝐬 𝐡𝐞 𝐜𝐨𝐨𝐤 𝐰𝐞𝐥𝐥?

You already know Bakugou is Gordon Ramsey 2.0!! man can make anything. every time you see him head to the kitchen you get excited. you KNOW he's abt to go hard and make the best food you've probably ever tasted

𝐝𝐨 𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐞𝐚𝐭 𝐝𝐢𝐧𝐧𝐞𝐫 𝐭𝐨𝐠𝐞𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐫?

hmm not much- You know bakugou is an overachieving perfectionist. He works and works and works until he drops. He doesn't have time to sit down and eat, he's always on patrol. That doesn't mean he leaves you with nothing to eat, though! He'll get up early to make you both bentos and makes sure to prep for dinner if he isnt cooking in advance. On off days (rare) he'll make you American styled breakfast in bed 🥰

𝐟𝐚𝐯𝐨𝐫𝐢𝐭𝐞 𝐭𝐡𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐭𝐨 𝐦𝐚𝐤𝐞?

Tantanmen! its the japanese take on Sichuan Dan Dan noodles. u know baby loves his spices

𝐢𝐬 𝐢𝐭 𝐲𝐨𝐮𝐫 𝐤𝐢𝐭𝐜𝐡𝐞𝐧 𝐨𝐫 𝐡𝐢𝐬?

HIS. dont even THINK about trying to get in that kitchen while he's cooking. he needs his space and cooking is his time to shine!! he'll get irritated if ur in the way. he likes when you sit at the bar top of his kitchen and talk to him while he cooks. even distracted he cooks perfectly. he doesnt add much to the conversation since he's still focused, but he loves hearing ur voice and knowing you enjoy being around him enough to just sit and watch

Midoriya Izuku

𝐝𝐨𝐞𝐬 𝐡𝐞 𝐜𝐨𝐨𝐤 𝐟𝐨𝐫 𝐲𝐨𝐮?

ummm- he tries?? He makes you two a lot of no-cook dinners since hes not good with cooking yet. But babyboy definitely tries!!

𝐝𝐨 𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐜𝐨𝐨𝐤 𝐭𝐨𝐠𝐞𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐫?

all the time!! izuku is usually watching you cook. whenever you're in the kitchen, hes there. He watches and takes notes so he can get better. He helps with all the non cooking parts- chops up everything and preheats the oven. He'll help clean up your mess as you go!!

𝐢𝐬 𝐡𝐞 𝐚 𝐛𝐚𝐤𝐞𝐫 𝐨𝐫 𝐚 𝐜𝐨𝐨𝐤?

hmm both! he's a decent baker but he wants to learn more about both. baby never gives up on learning something new

𝐝𝐨𝐞𝐬 𝐡𝐞 𝐜𝐨𝐨𝐤 𝐰𝐞𝐥𝐥?

hh at first? NO. You're surprised he's survived this long. You have no idea how he follows meal plans to stay in shape for hero work when the man barely knows how to boil water. He's admitted he used to go to Bakugous and annoy him until he was kicked out with a full stomach. but!! Once a week, you'll give him a lesson and watch over as he cooks, you know he'd rather die than give up trying to perfect something. He's a really fast learner and is actually starting to get good!! Next thing you know you'll be coming home from work and finding that dinner was already made- maybe a bit dry, okay. But its not that bad!!

𝐝𝐨 𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐞𝐚𝐭 𝐝𝐢𝐧𝐧𝐞𝐫 𝐭𝐨𝐠𝐞𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐫?

He tries- he really really tries. He loves eating dinner with you, but being the #1 hero takes sacrifice and dinner with his loved ones is exactly that. He's too busy for his own good; completing patrols and missions, attending events, making appearances, writing reports??? Its all a LOT. He'll probably come home to eat dinner with you once (twice, if hes lucky) a month.

You know how hard it is on him. He would always sit down and eat dinner with his mom when he was younger and not being able to sit down and relax was stressful. One day you decided to surprise him! You two share your locations so you made dinner and went out to bring him food. You two ate on this agency's fire escape- He was so happy!! You remember that scene when spiderman ate a churro while sitting on the ledge of a building? thats yall. After that, he makes sure these midnight picnics are a daily thing- he wouldnt miss patrol dinners for the world

he always wraps an arm around you when you two eat during a patrol. He gets grumpy because you never bring a jacket and he doesn't have one on him to give you since hes in his hero suit ): you sit side by side, arms brushing against eachother as you two eat whatever you made

𝐟𝐚𝐯𝐨𝐫𝐢𝐭𝐞 𝐭𝐡𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐭𝐨 𝐦𝐚𝐤𝐞?

Tonkatsu!! its one of his favorite foods and it doesn't take that mich effort or time to make

𝐢𝐬 𝐢𝐭 𝐲𝐨𝐮𝐫 𝐤𝐢𝐭𝐜𝐡𝐞𝐧 𝐨𝐫 𝐡𝐢𝐬?

Yours!! you're usually in charge of food- he's too busy and if he rushes cooking the food will turn out inedible. He doesnt have time to clean up after you- so he hires someone to clean the kitchen daily. A hero's salary has its perks!

Tenya Iida

𝐝𝐨𝐞𝐬 𝐡𝐞 𝐜𝐨𝐨𝐤 𝐟𝐨𝐫 𝐲𝐨𝐮?

not usually- its not because he doesnt want to. It just doesn't cross his mind. Cooking for him is more of a chore- He'd rather take you out someplace nice

𝐝𝐨 𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐜𝐨𝐨𝐤 𝐭𝐨𝐠𝐞𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐫?

All the time!! You two work around the kitchen with eachother effortlessly- never getting in eachothers way. He'll stop to watch you work your magic sometimes. Cooking with you is such a mundane yet enjoyable experience

𝐢𝐬 𝐡𝐞 𝐚 𝐛𝐚𝐤𝐞𝐫 𝐨𝐫 𝐚 𝐜𝐨𝐨𝐤?

baker!! he mostly makes rolls and baked goods that arent too sweet. I strongly believe Iida likes to bake bread

𝐝𝐨𝐞𝐬 𝐡𝐞 𝐜𝐨𝐨𝐤 𝐰𝐞𝐥𝐥?

He's decent- he follows all recipes to a T so if its a bad recipe the food will turn out a little bland. u know when you see a recipe and it has little to no spices so you add some? Iida doesn't do that- a recipe is made to be followed

𝐝𝐨 𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐞𝐚𝐭 𝐝𝐢𝐧𝐧𝐞𝐫 𝐭𝐨𝐠𝐞𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐫?

Yes!! You two try to eat together at least three times a week. On fridays his brother comes over for dinner- its always a grand time! The dining room booms with laughter and chatter

𝐟𝐚𝐯𝐨𝐫𝐢𝐭𝐞 𝐭𝐡𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐭𝐨 𝐦𝐚𝐤𝐞?

beef stew!! thats one of the meals he makes thats really really good!

𝐢𝐬 𝐢𝐭 𝐲𝐨𝐮𝐫 𝐤𝐢𝐭𝐜𝐡𝐞𝐧 𝐨𝐫 𝐡𝐢𝐬?

shared! you both cook and bake equally and u never kick eachother out the kitchen. He loves being in the kitchen with you!! He'll press up against your back, resting his head on your shoulder and wrapping an arm around your waist as he watches you cook

he's tried being romantic and dance with you in the kitchen. poor baby just doesnt know how to dance. but humor him!! he loves dancing with you! Theres a speaker in the kitchen just for when you want to hold eachother in the kitchen and listen to music

Thanks for reading 🥺 If you wanna leave constructive criticism i'd really appreciate that ❤️ I take requests btw! lemme know if i should do a pt 2 w the other boys & shinsou! hope u enjoy ur day

- chili 🌶

[waitimcomingtoo]

Where We Start Again - 5

Pairing: Peter Parker x Reader

Synopsis: how do you fake date someone you have real feelings for?

Series Masterlist and Regular Masterlist

Playlist by @tiny-friggin-human

“Put these on the counter for me.” You asked of Peter as you handed him a stack of bowls. “Where do you think flour is kept?”

Back at your house now, you were preparing to go to the party together. The domesticity of it all brought a smile to Peters face as he put the bowls on your counter.

“Try your cabinet. Bottom shelf because it’s heavy.” Peter suggested. You opened your cabinet and gave him a proud smile when you found the flour.

“What are you doing?” He wondered as you struggled to lift the bag of flour. He didn’t help you, knowing his super strength would be given away when he lifted it with ease.

“We can’t show up to the party empty handed. We’re gonna make cookies.” You punctuated your sentence by dropped the large bag of flour on the table. “From scratch.”

Your turned your back to Peter as you got the eggs, milk and sugar out, so you didn’t see the adoring smile on his face. It was a simple gesture to show you had listened when he told you about his mother, but it meant the world to him. You preheated the overnight and dropped the bag of chocolate chips on the counter, finally looking at him and catching his smile.

“They’re just cookies, babe.” You nudged him with your elbow playfully. “You don’t have to look that excited.”

He knew you knew how much he appreciated it, and that only made him happier. He wrapped his arms around your waist from behind as you measured out the ingredients.

“I like it when you show affection.” You said quietly as you added the sugar into the bowl. Peter rested his chin on your shoulder and took in the scent of your shampoo.

“I don’t show it often in case you don’t want it.” He explained. To Peters surprise, you turned around in his arms and rested your hands on his chest. You looked up at him with a look in your eyes he had never seen before.

“I always want you.” You spoke softly.

I always want it.

You had meant to say you always want it. But his close proximity and the heavily way his cologne smelled made you tell a little more than you intended to.

An instinct Peter didn’t know he possessed kicked in and he began to lean in. Your eyes fluttered shut and his did the same. Before your lips could connect, your front door opened and you both jumped. Peter let go and you quickly turned around, hastily stirring the contents of the bowl. A woman walked into the kitchen and grabbed a water bottle from the fridge without looking at you.

“Hey, mom.” You said and Peter could hear a sadness in your voice.

“Oh, hi Y/n.” Your Mother was startled to see you. Her eyes went to Peter and she gave him a tight smile. “Who’s this?”

“This is my boyfriend, Peter. I told you about him, remember?” You asked but from the look on your mothers face, she didn’t remember. And from the look on your face, you looked like you expected as much.

“Nice to meet you Peter.” She nodded curtly. “I’m sorry, I have a work call. If you’ll excuse me.”

Your mother left the room as quickly as she came in and Peter let out a sigh of relief that the impromptu meeting didn’t go poorly.

“Is she gonna be mad that I didn’t shake her hand?” He asked you, breaking the awkward silence that had settled in the kitchen.

“No. You don’t have to worry about that with her. If it’s not work related, it doesn’t concern her.” You said as you angrily cracked an egg into the bowl. Peter got started on the wet ingredients, not blind to the look of distraught on your face.

“Oh. You don’t really look like her. Like either of your parents, actually.” He commented, having seen family pictures around the house.

“Yeah, well, foster children don’t tend to look like their foster parents.” You laughed humorlessly. Peter stopped what he was doing and looked at you.

“I didn’t know you were a foster kid.” He said softly. His gentle tone seemed to calm you down and you stopped stirring the ingredients.

“No one does.” You shrugged and looked up at him. “It’s strange. Everyone at school knows who I am but they know absolutely nothing about me.”

“Do your friends know?” He came beside you and poured the wet ingredients into your bowl. You were quiet for a moment as you mixed everything together.

“I told you, Peter.” You said as you got out a cookie sheet. “I don’t have friends. Not ones I can talk to about personal things, at least.”

“That sounds really lonely.” Peter said and instantly regretted it. “I’m sorry, that was rude.”

“No. It’s true.” You laughed sadly. “I am surrounded by people all the time but I feel completely alone. It is lonely.”

“You don’t have to be alone anymore. I’ve been told I’m very persistent.” Peter joked as he began to roll the dough into balls.

“Persistence is a good thing. You have a good head on your shoulders Peter. And a good face.” You grinned and wiped flour on the tip of his nose.

“Hey.” He moved away and wiped his face on the back of his hand. “My face is not a cookie sheet.”

“Okay.” You mocked him and put the cookies in the oven. He began to wipe down the counter with a wet paper towel as you put the ingredients away. Peter mulled something over in his head before pulling you by the elbow over to him. You stumbled towards Peter and stopped in front of him, looking at him with a puzzled expression.

“You called me your boyfriend before.” He brought up as he wiped some flour off your face with his thumb.

“Well the people of the science fair needed to know you were in a serious relationship with your fake girlfriend.” You replied sarcastically as you wrapped your arms around his neck.

“Not at the science fair, I mean.” He shook his head and rested his hands on the small of your back. “You said it your mother.”

“Did I?” You said through a coy smile. You knew you had, you just didn’t know he caught it.

“Yeah. I don’t know how I feel about it, though.” He scrunched his nose. “I’d hate for people to know I’m slumming it with you.”

You laughed loudly at his joke and rested your forehead against his.

“You’re my sanity, Peter.” You told him and he stuck out his bottom lip. “But you can’t go to the party with flour on your shirt.”

“Are you sure?” He asked as he looked down at his shirt. “I think it’ll really help with my popularity.”

“Come on. You can borrow the hoodie you gave me.” You took his hand and led him to your bedroom for the second time that week.

“I can borrow my own hoodie? You’re too kind.” Peter teased as he shut the door behind him.

“And that’s why you love me.” You cooed and tossed the hoodie at him.

“Yeah, I do.” He said too seriously for a fake relationship. “I fake love you so much.”

“Well I’ll let you get changed.” You told him and left the room. Peter slipped his shift off and dropped it in your hamper, his attention getting caught by a piece of paper on your desk. He picked it up and saw a penciled sketch of himself drawn on it. It was a candid from decathlon practice, he could tell from the posters behind him. The part that stood out to him was the date written at the bottom, dated two weeks before you started fake dating. The door opening startled him and made him put the paper down. He turned and saw you looking with a very red face stationed in the doorway.

“Oh, sorry.” You squeaked. You turned on your heel so leave but he stopped you.

“It’s fine. We’ve seen each other now so we’re even.” He said as he threw the hoodie on. You nodded stiffly and sat down on your bed, all while avoided eye contact.

And ab contact.

Peter sat next to you and reveled in the awkward silence.

“So.” You gulped and stared off blankly. “You have abs.”

“Yeah. I guess so.” Peter chuckled shyly.

“That’s cool.” You nodded. “Where did you get them?”

“May picked them up for me at H&M when they had that sale.” He replied and you rolled your eyes.

“Okay, fine. It was a dumb question.” You admitted and the awkwardness melted away. “I just didn’t expect you to be ripped.”

“I like to keep people guessing.” He laughed and the silence settled back in.

“Peter?” You said to break the silence.

“Yeah?”

“You’re hot.” You stated and he looked at you in shock. Your face was deadly seriously and he gave you an appreciative smile.

“That’s a first.” He told you honestly.

“I knew it would be. No offense.” You quickly followed up. “I just felt like someone had to say it.”

“Well I’m glad that someone was you.” He said pointedly. You pushed him slightly and leaned against his body.

“I’m not just saying this because my heart hasn’t kickstarted yet since I saw you shirtless.” You told him. “I’ve always thought you were cute.”

“Always? You’ve only known I existed for 5 days.” He reminded you.

“That’s not true.” You shook your head. “You’ve always been in my lunch and I see you after school when I’m at volunteer club. I’ve always known you existed. You used to wear those glasses freshman year with the gold rims that were way too big for your face.”

“I remember those. They were my dads. They weren’t even my prescription.” Peter shook his head as he reminisced. He stopped wearing them following the spider bite and didn’t even know you knew about them.

“Well I thought they were cute.” You said as you rested a hand on his knee.

“Thanks.” He said sheepishly, the instinct to lean in kicking in again. Before he could kiss you, you phone dinged and you jumped back. You sighed and picked up your phone to check the message.

“It’s Naomi. She’s wondering where we are.” You read the text out loud.

“We should probably get going.” Peter cleared his throat and got off your bed. You tried to wipe the disappointment off your face before you got up too.

“Yeah.” You faked a smile. “Can you take the cookies out of the oven? I’ll be right out.”

“Sure thing daisy.” He shot you a smile before leaving the room. You let out a frustrated sigh and went to your closet to pick out an outfit. In the kitchen, Peter was putting extra chocolate chips on the cookies, like his mother used to. You joined him in the kitchen and rested your hands on his back.

“Ready?” You asked before stealing a cookie. He took the cookie from you after you had a bite and bit it himself.

“Ready.”

~

“You came!” Naomi cheered when she opened the door. Her face quickly fell when her eyes landed on Peter. “And you brought someone. Is this your cousin?”

“Naomi, this is Peter.” You put your arm on Peters shoulder. “Peter, Naomi.”

“Nice to meet you.” Peter held out his hand and Naomi looked at it in disgust.

“Why’s he here?” She asked you as if Peter wasn’t there.

“Because I wanted him to be.” You said slowly. “And he can hear you.”

“Are you doing like a charity thing where you give nerds a taste of the popular life? That’s so deep and unique of you.” Naomi gushed. “I’ll tell the other girls to do the same.”

“No, I’m not doing that.” You shut her down. “Peters my date.”

Naomi looked at Peter with judging eyes as he gave her a weak smile.

“Fun!” Naomi said through a fake smile. “Okay well drinks are outside and bathrooms are upstairs. And Fallon is in the living room, wink wink.”

She winked at you and disappeared into the house.

“Jimmy Fallon is here? You guys have Jimmy Fallon at your parties?” Peter asked you in shock.

“Fallon Kennedy.” You corrected him. “He used to sit next to me at lunch. Naomi thinks he’s into me.”

“Is he?” Peter asked, jealously seeping I’m at the thought of another boy competing for your attention.

“I don’t know, maybe?” You shrugged in dismissal. “We don’t really talk much.”

Before Peter could respond, a sandy blonde guy twice his size came up to you.

“Y/n! I knew you’d come.” He clapped his hands together and rubbed them. “You brought cookies? Sweet. I love a woman who bakes. So this is the crib. My parents are away for the weekend and we’re totally gonna lose our deposit.” He covered his mouth as he bellowed loudly. “I don’t care though. I work at CVS part time, so, you know. I’m on my grind or whatever. Saving up for a lambo. But I’d call it a ghini because lambo is so basic. You drive? Cool. I like to go real fast sometimes and think about my childhood and stuff. You hear I was looking for you? Awesome. Can I get you a drink? Stay here, I’ll be right back.”

“He seems nice.” Peter lied once he walked away.

“I love it when he answers my questions for me. Really takes away the hard part.” You said sarcastically as you set the cookies down on a table.

“I wouldn’t drink whatever he brings you.” Peter warned you and you shook your head.

“I don’t drink.” You laughed shortly. “We better move before he comes back.”

You took Peter deeper into the house and found a quiet spot in the hallway to talk. While the rest of the house enjoyed the party, you and Peter enjoyed each other’s company. Now get wasn’t blind to the looks you were getting, but it didn’t seem to bother you. He tried to ignore it and focus on the fact that he was at his first high school party with the girl of his dreams.

“We should be safe over here for a while unless they want to play spin the bottle. That never ends well.” You rolled your eyes at the memories.

“Do we have to play?” Peter asked nervously. “I’ve never actually kissed anyone. In a hot way.”

“I never play. And you’ve never kissed anyone?” You asked. It explained the two missed kisses from earlier. You made a mental note that if the kiss was ever gonna happen, you were gonna have to initiate it. Before Peter could respond, his phone lit up with Neds contact.

“I’m so sorry, I have to take this.” He apologized to you. “He might be stuck to something again.”

“Take your time. I’ll wait here.”

Peter walked away to answer the call, his spot immediately occupied by Fallon.

“Dude, where are you?” Ned asked as soon as Peter picked up. “The bank on 34th street is being held up.”

“Shoot. I’m at a party with Y/n.” Peter looked back at you, face falling when he saw Fallon talking to you.

“Theres hostages Peter.” Ned continued. “The police can’t even get in.”

Peter looked at you one last time and sighed. The job had to come first, no matter how much he wanted to stay.

“Okay.” He reluctantly agreed. “I’ll be right there.”

Peter pocketed his phone and left the party without saying goodbye to you. He didn’t have time to explain why he had to go when there were hostages lives at stake.

Besides, you looked fine talking to Fallon.

“I’m so glad you came.” Fallon repeated as he stroked your hair. “Enjoying the party?”

“Yeah.” You swatted his hand away. “Your house is really nice.”

“I know.” He boasted. “You can come over anytime you want.”

“Thanks.” You said through a fake smile and looked around for Peter. Unbeknownst to you, Peter was already on his way out. As he put his hand on the doorknob to leave, he heard Naomis voice.

“You guys, I just saw Fallon and Y/n in the hallway and they were totally flirting. They would be so cute together.” She beamed. “Can you imagine how gorgeous their babies would be?”

“I’m so happy for her. She deserves this. Fallon is like, so hot.” Another girl chimed in. Peter looked at the group and saw them all nodding, making his stomach fall.

“So hot.” Someone agreed. At that point, Peter had heard enough. You were where you belonged, and he wasn’t.

“I’m really glad you came tonight. Naomi told me you were ditching me for the math fair or something.” Fallon snorted and took a swig of his drink.

“Can’t really ditch something you were never planning on going to.” You laughed awkwardly. “It was Peters idea to come. And It was the science fair. Peter won it so we-“

“Cool, cool, cool.” He cut you off. “You look really good in this dress, by the way. You’re definitely the hottest girl at this party.”

“Thanks.” You scrunched your nose at him. You didn’t really have an interest in being compared to other girls, especially if it was at the expense of the other girls.

“You know, I’ve been meaning to get closer to you.” Fallon leaned in closer. “You’re mad hot.”

“Don’t know how much closer you can get.” You faked a laugh as you scooted away from him.

“So you feel it too. I knew you would.” He shrugged smugly. “I know we don’t talk much, but I feel like I know you. Like, better than I know anyone.”

That was the last straw for you. He was practically a stranger to you, and hey he was claiming he knew you. After Peter showed you what real friendship looked like, you couldn’t entertain a fake one. You backed away from Fallon and folded your arms.

“What’s my last name?” You questioned him.

“I don’t know.” He laughed like it was absurd you’d even ask. “It can be Kennedy if you’re lucky.”

“Lucky enough to be a teen bride.” You said sarcastically. “I have to go find my date, if you’ll excuse me.”

You walked away from Fallon and checked in every room for Peter. When you couldn’t find him, you went and found Naomi in the living room with a red solo cup in her hand.

“Naomi. Have you seen Peter?” You asked her.

“Who?”

“The boy I came with.” You grumbled in annoyance.

“Oh, him.” She said flatly. “He left.”

“Left? We just got here.” You figured she had to be wrong. Peter would never leave you without saying anything.

“Oh, Y/n.” Naomi sighed. “There’s a reason people like him don’t get invited to these things. What are you doing parading around with a nerd on your arm? You’re committing social suicide.”

“That’s not a thing! That is physically not a thing.” You snapped before quieting down. “He didn’t even say goodbye.” You mumbled.

“He probably saw you with Fallon and realized he’d never have a chance.” She shrugged and your eyes widened. “All the girls are talking about it. You really shouldn’t have given him hope, Y/n. You’re our leader and if the other girls see you with nerds, they might think they have to do it too. Or worse, nerds will think it’s okay to starting talking to us. You should really try to set a better example.”

You stared at her for a moment as what she said registered with you. You almost couldn’t believe what you had heard.

“I don’t want to be friends anymore.” You said suddenly. “If we ever were.”

“What?” She laughed. “I’m your best friend.”

“What’s my favorite flower?” You tested, on a hot streak now with cutting off toxic relationships.

“Who has a favorite flower?” She scoffed.

“What are my hobbies, my favorite book, my passions in life? Can you name anything about me?” You asked her, already knowing she couldn’t.

“You’re acting crazy.” She eyed you curiously. “Why would I know those things? It’s not like you know those things about me.”

“Because that’s what a best friends does. They take the time to learn the answers to your questions. I have to go.” You walked away from her and went to the door. Before you left, you went back to where Naomi was standing with a dropped jaw.

“You like roses because your favorite color is red. You don’t have a favorite book because you hate reading because of your dyslexia but you loved The Outsiders in 7th grade. You think you’re dumb but you’re actually really smart and want to be teacher after college. And you can be. You’d be great at it.” You told her. “I know these things because I listen. You never have.”

You left for real that time, a shining smile plastered on your face as you took your freedom with you.

~

Peter snuck into his apartment with a hoodie and sweatpants covering his suit. He tiptoed past May, who was fast asleep on the couch, and carefully shut his bedroom door behind him. As soon as he turned on his light, he saw you standing in the middle of his room with your arms crossed.

“Y/n?” He whispered in shock. The last thing he expected was to see you in his room.

He definitely never expected to see you this angry.

“You know, I was actually excited to spend some time with you. I know parties aren’t your crowd and everything but you didn’t even stay for a full hour.” You whispered angrily. Peter approached you carefully and rested his hands on your shoulders.

“I’m- I’m sorry.” He stammered and you pushed him away.

“I didn’t even want to go. This was your idea. I just wanted to hang out with you. But clearly, you had other plans.” You continued. After yelling at Fallon and Naomi, you weren’t holding anything back. Peter had hurt you, and he needed to know.

“Something came up.” He offered weekly and you didn’t look amused.

“And this something was so important that you had to leave without saying goodbye?” You asked. “You were my date and you ditched me. Everyone saw.”

You were mad. You were very mad. And Peter had no idea how to handle a mad girl. He had just gotten his ass beat by an armed bank robber, but you were so much scarier.

“I thought you didn’t care what people thought.” He mumbled as he looked down.

“I don’t care what people thought. I care how it made me feel.” You said at full volume and Peter finally understood. “You just left me there, Peter. We spend a whole day together and you tell me you’re my friend and then you abandon me without a goodbye. What am I supposed to think?”

“I can explain.” He reached for you again, accidentally making his hood fall off. You could finally see his bruised face in the light and gasped.

“What happened to you?” You whispered. “Who did this?”

“I actually can’t explain.” He said apologetically, knowing it’s make the situation worse. “I’m sorry. But I would never leave you without a damn good excuse and I promise you, I have one. I just can’t tell it to you.” He took your hands and this time, you let him. “I wanted to stay so badly. I swear I did. I hate parties, but I like you.”

You smiled softly and it encouraged Peter to go on.

“I only left because I absolutely had to. Please just trust me on this and say you believe me.” He pleaded quietly.

“I believe you.” You said simply.

“You do?” Peter asked in surprise.

“Should I not?” You pulled away a little.

“No, you should.” He nodded as he pulled you back. “I just didn’t expect you to.”

“If you say you had a good excuse, I believe you.” You repeated. “You don’t have to tell me what happened. I just care that you’re safe.”

Peter sighed in relief and scooped you up in a grateful hug.

“Thank you. I’ll make it up to you, I swear.” He mumbled into your ear. You held him tighter and rested your head against his heartbeat.

“Don’t worry about it. Just don’t do it again.” You replied. You let go of Peter and took a pair of sweatpants out his his dresser, as well as a sleep shirt.

“What are you doing?” He asked as you went into his bathroom to change. You came out shortly after, looking angelic in his clothing.

“I’m staying with you tonight.” You said like it was obvious and got into his bed. Peters jaw slacked at the sight of you in his clothing, in his bed. He began to wonder how hard the robber had hit him.

“What about your parents?” Peter asked once he collected himself. He went into the bathroom himself and hide his suit in the shower.

“They won’t notice I’m gone.” You replied as you stretched your limbs.

“How do you know?” He asked, turning off the light and hesitantly joining you by sitting on his bed. He stayed as far away from you as possible to give you your space as you sat up.

“They’ve never noticed before.” You shrugged. He could tell it bothered you so he didn’t want to push the topic. He gave you a gentle nod and squeezed your hand to show he cared.

“Are you sure it’s okay if you-“

“Look, I had a bad night. And judging by the looks of it, so did you. If you want me to leave, I’ll go but”, you sighed, “I don’t really want to be alone tonight.”

“Stay.” Peter stated assertively and you smiled at him. “I want you to stay.”

“Lay down.” You said suddenly. A million thoughts went through Peters head as his eyebrows came together.

“What?”

“Just lay down.” You repeated and he obeyed. He slowly laid down and stared at you expectantly. You pushed him over on his side and wrapped your arms around his waist.

You were spooning him.

He had ditched you at a party and now you were spooning him.

“I was worried about you.” You mumbled into his ear as you nuzzled your face into his neck. “I searched that whole house trying to find you. I was scared something happened.”

“Nothing happened.” He assured you.

“You have a black eye.” You said pointedly. He could feel your lips against the back of his neck as you spoke and it sent a chill down his spin.

“Something minor happened.” He corrected, making your body shake against his as you laughed. You quieted down and the room fell into a silence.

“I care about you.” You said after a minute. “I care whether or not you come home.”

“If you’re what I have to come home to,” he began, “then I’ll always make it back.”

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Never Be Yours: Olivia Hye x Reader

haven’t been on in a long time. but uh no this is not a request...just a 2:30 am thought that turned into a scenario. 

your alarm went off at 9:00 pm, pulling you from a deep sleep. you sat up and rubbed your eyes, groaning when you remembered what your alarm was actually for, work.

you and and your best friend decided as a joke to apply to be night bakers at a bakery not too far from both of your houses. at first you two didn’t think you’d get hired, after all you had no baking experience. however, the owner of the bakery was desperate and you two were the only applicants. 

the shift started at 10 pm and ended at 6 am, leaving the rest of the day for you and hyejoo to sleep. originally the two of you planned to just hang around each other’s houses all summer, however this job cancelled those plans very quickly. 

the one perk about the job was that there was no uniform like the day employees had. the two of you could show up in literal pajamas and get away with it, after all the two of you were the only ones there. 

you pulled on a pair of sweatpants and a hoodie, it was cold and rainy this evening and you weren’t planning on getting sick. as quickly and quietly as you could you got ready, not wanting to disturb your parents and older brother who were winding down for the evening. 

“sweetheart be careful driving okay? have a good shift and i’ll see you in a few hours.” your mom waved you off, handing you your “lunch” and the car keys as you headed out the door. 

hyejoo’s house was only a three minute drive up the street, most nights she’d walk over despite you begging for her to wait for you to come get her. your heart bloomed the second hyejoo walked outside, locking the door to her house before walking to the car. you onced her over as she walked, looking at her phone, completely unaware of your eyes on her. 

her glasses sat on top of her face, slightly sliding down. despite her absolutely hating them, you loved them more than anything. she often asked if she should put in contacts but you told her no, there was no point if it was just the two of you working. she agreed, not realizing it was because you loved the way her glasses perfectly framed her face. you smiled when you saw she was wearing one of your hoodies, it was a size and a half too big on her so it hung lower and covered her hands completely. 

she opened the door and plopped down in the passenger side, “what’s with the smile?” 

you replied, putting the car and reverse and backing out, “just happy to be getting the money. thinking of what i can buy with it.” 

hyejoo responded, “same, i think i wanna save for some clothes and maybe new shoes...my converse are on the verge of calling apart.” 

the drive was silent, she looked at her phone as she slowly dozed in and out of sleep. the combination of the moving car, rain falling outside, and the heat on, made for perfect sleeping conditions. 

when you pulled in front of the bakery you noticed she was completely knocked out. her head resting on the head rest, lips slightly parted and her cheeks a little more swollen than usual. you looked at her in fondness, she was without a doubt one of the most precious people you’ve ever seen. 

you playfully poked her cheek, waking her up as she smacked your finger away from her face. she mumbled grumpily, “hey...” 

she unlocked the door and got the key to open the bakery doors, she slipped in, holding the door for you and then locked it behind her. 

you took off your hoodie and put on your apron, a kuromi one to be exact, hyejoo did the same, slipping her matching my melody apron over her head. your parents gifted you both matching aprons as a gift for getting your first summer jobs. 

while you washed your hands and put on your hair net, hyejoo preheated the ovens, fumbling with the buttons until she hit the right ones. you watched from afar as she moved to the sink, tying her hair into a high ponytail, tucking her baby hairs behind her ears. 

you noticed the small rainbow earring she had, something small she bought herself after coming to terms with her sexuality a while back. when she came out to you, well to be honest you weren’t surprised. it was expected, you could tell from the day you met her that she wasn’t straight. she knew as well but pushed it away for years, but eventually she came to terms with it and dropped subtle hints here and there that she wasn’t straight. 

as your shift began, the two of you baked the normal breads and pastries, trying your best not to burn yourselves...or the goods. hyejoo played music from her phone, one of the many playlists she had made after realizing baking in silence isn’t that motivating. 

you watched her from across the kitchen, the way she hummed and sang softly to herself, clearly in her own world. it was moments like these that you realized how perfect hyejoo was in your eyes. 

everything about your best friend you were in love with, they way she smiled softly when she cracked an egg and didn’t get shell in. the way that her brows furrowed when she tried to remember the difference between the baking soda and baking powder. how she would always look at you with puppy eyes to put things in the oven because she was afraid she’d burn herself. everything about hyejoo was perfect and you were in love with all of her. 

as hyejoo kneaded some bread dough she turned to you and asked, “how long am i supposed to let this rise for?” 

you told her, “an hour....also you have a little something- here let me.” 

you walked over to her and dipped your finger in some flour before tapping her cheeks and nose, “there.” 

she gasped, “hey!” 

you laughed, holding yourself up against the counter as she tried to pull bread dough off of her hands so she could hit you. however before she could, you were already wiping the flour off her face. 

your eyes flickered from her eyes to her lips so quickly she didn’t even catch it. she laughed, “this is like one of those cheesy teen romance movies.”

you agreed, pretending that it was cringy, however deep inside you wished that you could stay this close to her forever. your hand rested on her waist as you wiped off the last of the flour, quickly she slipped from your embrace, “thanks y/n.” 

trying to shake the thoughts from your head you replied, “of course hye.” 

the two of you worked your shift as usual, baking, goofing off, taking a lunch break, and then getting back to work. more times than you can count you were lost in thought about how much you adored her, often asking her to repeat whatever she said because you didn’t catch any of it. 

at the end of your shift you helped hyejoo organize all of the baked goods before heading to the sinks to wash the last of the pans and bowls that were used. your best friend scrubbed a pan next to you, her face blank as she focused on cleaning up. you looked at her, once again reminding yourself how head over heels in love with her you were. 

you both slipped off your aprons off at the end, hyejoo struggling to get hers untied because she tied her knot too tight in the back earlier. she asked, “can you help me?” 

you nodded and stepped behind her, getting the tight knot out of the two ties. before you pulled them completely loose, you hesitated before back hugging her and kissing her temple. it wasn’t unusual for you to give her hugs and kisses, you were a very affectionate person, at least when it came to hyejoo. she was only clingy with you when you weren’t around others. 

most times she would swat your head away, groaning about how gross and sappy you were. however she accepted it, casually grabbing your hand and kissing your knuckles. you felt heat flood your ears at her simple action, thankfully you were behind her so she couldn’t notice. 

the two of you hung up your aprons before putting your hoodies back on and grabbing your phones and your keys. hyejoo locked up the bakery doors as you started the car, doing a little job to the car to escape the rain when she was finished. 

you drove home, the sun starting to emerge from the horizon. she asked, “wanna come over to my place now? you’ll end up there later anyways.” 

you nodded, handing her your phone so that she could text your mom while you drove. she pointed out your lockscreen, “ewwww why do you have this picture of me?” 

she groaned at the picture you saved, it was a candid of her eating soup at a restaurant. you loved that picture, it was the one when you truly realized how in love you were with her. you told her, “shush you look cute, just text my mom.” 

she texted your mom then put your phone back, deciding that she wouldn’t fill your camera roll with a bunch of ill angled selfies that only showed her forehead and eyes. 

you pulled into her driveway and she got out, opening her front door and holding it open for you. you followed her inside and kicked your shoes off, trying to be as quiet as you could because her family was sleeping. 

she waited for you to take a shower, getting her bed ready so the two of you could just go to sleep right away. you changed them flopped onto her bed, letting her know the bathroom was finally free. she showered and came back, her hair slightly blow dried but still a little damp. 

hyejoo stood over you as you laid on her bed, “move over more.” 

you scooted slightly, moving your arm indicating that you wanted her to lay between them. she sighed, caving because she was extremely tired and she just wanted sleep. you smiled when she crawled into your arms, loving the feeling of her this close. 

to be honest hyejoo liked being wrapped in your embrace, she found that you feel very comforting. 

you looked at hyejoo sound asleep against you, your heart beating slightly faster than usual because of how close she was to you. her hand slipped between yours making your heart flutter even more. 

of course hyejoo only thought of you as a best friend and nothing more. she’d jokingly talked about how gross it would be if you two dated. you always laughed along and pretended to agree, but deep down you wished she thought of you the way you saw her. 

you glanced at your hands, seeing them interlocked you sighed as you wished they meant something else. it was just another painful reminder that no matter how close you got to hyejoo, or how in love you were with her, she would never be yours.

[collecting-stories]

Streetlight - JJ Maybank

Request: Could you do a reader x jj where she’s a shy bookworm kook with no friends, jj is doing some work at her house and she finds him intimidating, he’s curious about her. He sees her getting picked on somewhere by some other kooks and he protects her somehow and comforts her. I dunno something like that, your so good at writing I know you can make this so much better that how I explained it ahah

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The compromise was one night out doing normal teenage things to reassure your parents that you had friends and weren’t missing out on all the fun summer stuff people were supposedly doing this time of year and you could have the Grove Press first edition unrevised version of On The Road that someone was selling on ebay. It was a necessity, a collectible item that you would treasure for the rest of your life and it would look amazing in the glass cabinet that you’d gotten from ikea at the beginning of the year.  

“One party and you can have the book.”  

“I hate kook parties,” you tried to reason, eyes drifting passed your dad to the boy cutting your lawn. It was stupid and never in a million lightyears would anything ever happen but you had the smallest, tiniest, barely there crush on JJ Maybank, the pogue your dad hired to do odd jobs all summer. Clean the pool, mow the lawn, wash the cars, wash the boat, service the boat, service the cars, whatever he needed done JJ did it. For an extremely good deal, your dad definitely paid better than most. But you’d gotten used to seeing JJ around all summer. You hadn’t spoken to him but you knew of him and his friends. They threw epic parties.  

“It’ll be fun.” Your dad replied.  

The mower cut and JJ stopped to wipe his face on the shirt he’d taken off and hung over the handle of the mower. When he looked over your eyes went wide and you turned your attention back to your dad to pretend you weren’t just staring.  

“It won’t be fun but fine.” You agreed. It was the only way to get that book and you wanted that book. The agreement was in place and your dad, satisfied with your decision to give into his compromise, switched gears from hassling you to focusing on lunch. He’d been claiming for the passed three days that he was in the mood for something pizza related but now he was debating between frozen pepperoni or frozen plain.  

“Thoughts?” He asked, standing in front of the fridge, holding the two pizza boxes in hand.  

You shrugged, “I don’t know, whatever you want?” You were working your way through a Whole Foods fruit salad and trying to organize your planner for the upcoming school year despite it only being the beginning of August.  

Your dad nodded, laying them both down on the counter and turning the oven on to preheat before walking over to the French doors that lead out to the backyard.  

“What are you doing?”

“Getting a second opinion.” He replied. He opened the door and shouted for JJ over the hum of the motor. When it finally cut out JJ turned to look at him, slightly startled.  

“Yeah?”

“I’ve got some pizza for lunch, you want some?”

“Uh sure, is that okay?”

“Of course, I’m offering it.” Your dad replied, “should be a few more minutes, finish up and come on in.” He let the door close behind him as he walked back into the kitchen. You had turned in your seat to watch and you followed your dad’s movements back to the oven to put the pizzas in. “What? You complain about ‘kooks’, you don’t like those kids either.”  

“No. I didn’t say anything.”

“He seems like a nice kid.”

“I’m sure he is.”

“He’s obviously not sitting at home alone all summer either.”  

“I’m not sure what you want from me.” You replied, “don’t get in trouble but also you don’t have enough friends so find some’.”  

“I just think you’re a great kid and people don’t get to see that. They think you’re snobby and rude when you don’t talk to them.”

“I’m not.” You insisted. You didn’t have a problem with JJ or his friends. It wasn’t that you didn’t talk to them because you thought you were above them. You just didn’t like talking to people.

“They don’t know that.”

“What happened to not catering to other people and their perception of me?”  

“An important rule…one you’ve clearly mastered sitting here doing arts & crafts while other kids your age have jobs or go hang out with friends.” He pointed out.  

“It’s my day planner. Sue me for wanting it to look nice.” You huffed.  

The door opened and both of you looked over as JJ came in. You turned back around quickly and refocused your attention on copying out the class schedule you’d been emailed that morning to avoid looking at a shirtless JJ as your dad pointed him toward the bathroom to clean up for lunch.  

“Schedule in being more sociable.” He teased.  

“You’re so funny.”  

JJ came back into the room and you sucked in a breath, already feeling like you were starting to clam up with him so close to you. Especially when he sat down beside you at the island. You pushed the plastic container of fruit more toward him, avoiding eye contact as you spoke.  

“Fruit?” Not the most astounding of questions but you couldn’t help it, he always made you nervous.

-

The kook party was as awful as you had imagined it being in your head. People you suffered through at school crowded in the first floor of someone’s house while music blared through surround-sound speakers. The party overflowed to the pool and you managed to find a quiet spot away from everyone, sitting on a lounger reading by the light of a tiki torch that was a hazard without the gathering of rowdy, drunk, teens. Not everyone was a kook, you’d spotted JJ and his friends almost instantly, obviously here because of Sarah and Kiara but you ignored all of them in favour of finishing the book you’d been working your way through for the last week and a half. An biographical look at the life of JD Salinger through the eyes of his daughter, you’d been more than thrilled when you managed it find it at the little bookshop on the island. Better than having to go to the mainland and suffer through the idiots that worked at the only Barnes & Noble in a 25 mile radius. You’d been making headway too when the book was pulled out of your hands and someone yanked you out of your seat.  

“Hey! Give me that back!” You tried to pull away from the person holding you but you couldn’t get loose. As you struggled Scarlett flipped through the first couple of pages in the book, pretending to read it.  

“What is this dumb trash anyway? Dreamcatcher?” She laughed.  

“Just give it back Scarlett!” You insisted, pulling against her boyfriend once more. Other kooks had gotten wind of what was happening and stopped to watch.  

“You shouldn’t bring books anyway…accidents are bound to happen.” She said, grabbing a few pages in her hands and ripping them out, watching as they fell to the ground.  

“Stop! Seriously, please stop.” You nearly cried as she continued to rip pieces of the book out.  

A small break in the crowd had JJ pushing through with his friends to see what the commotion was. If he was being honest he didn’t know you very well despite working for your dad all summer. He had seen you around and you’d always been polite to him but never quite friendly. Kiara had told him you were shy though, and that you hated stuff like parties or crowds. This was torture already but now you were standing at the poolside, Scarlett’s boyfriend holding your arms so you couldn’t get away as Scarlett tossed the book into the pool.  

“No! Fuck, are you kidding me!” You yanked against Scarlett’s boyfriend and he laughed.  

“You wanna go in too?” He taunted, “go get it.” And he shoved you forward, both of them laughing as you tripped and fell into the pool.  

JJ ran over without thinking, pulling off his shirt and jumping in the water. He grabbed your waist, helping you to the side of the pool as you sputtered out breaths, too upset by the whole ordeal that you hadn’t been able to focus on actually swimming. Kiara and John B helped you out of the pool while Sarah grabbed a towel for you, wrapping it around your shoulders as you sat on the edge with your legs still in the water.  

Despite the warmth of the summer night you were shaking from the sudden chill that came from being wet. JJ pulled himself up on the concrete beside you, pulling his boots off and tossing them behind him before placing a hand on your back, rubbing up and down.  

“Are you okay?” Sarah asked, kneeling down beside you.  

You nodded, “I’ll be fine. Thanks, but I should go.”  

As you started to stand up JJ stood too, grabbing his t-shirt and boots, casting one last look at the unsalvageable book Scarlett had tossed into the pool. “Let me walk you back?”  

“You don’t have to, you should stay and enjoy the party.”  

“I don’t want you walking home alone. It’s already pretty late.” He reasoned. It was already dark and your house was three blocks away. Not a bad walk but you were still soaked from the pool and wouldn’t hate the company, even if you did get tongue tied whenever JJ was around.  

“Okay.”  

You kept the towel around your shoulders as JJ led you away from the party, Scarlett shouting after you about your taste in pogues and Sarah telling her off. You were too in your head to say much even as you got away from the party and the blaring music and the crowded rooms. Walking through the streets with JJ, both of you barefoot and carrying your shoes. Soaked still from the pool, he had his shirt draped over one shoulder.  

“I’m sorry.”

“What for?” JJ asked, glanced over at you.  

“You having to dive in and get me out of the pool and walk me home. I ruined your night.”  

He shrugged, “not really a fan of kook parties anyway, Sarah wanted to go so…”  

You watched as he pulled a tin out of his pocket, rattling it for a moment before opening it up and smiling, holding it so you could see the blunts rolled up in colourful paper, a lighter and juul wedged in next to them. “Are they dry?”

“Yeah, this thing is waterproof. Bought it last year cause I always forget to empty my pockets when I surf.”  

“Well I’m sure all the fish are happy. Probably trippin’ out.”  

JJ laughed at the joke as he picked out a blunt and lit it up, “you want some?”

“No, I don’t smoke.”  

“Do you care if I do?”

You shook your head. You were almost home anyway, then he could leave. Or were you supposed to ask him to stick around? Offer him some clothes from your dad and dry his wet shorts since he’d been nice enough to dive into the pool after you.  

“So…you and Scarlett aren’t exactly friends huh?”

“I’m not exactly friends with a lot of people, Scarlett is just one of many.” You replied. “I was only there tonight cause my dad made me go…he says I need to socialise more.”

“You don’t really go out much.”  

“I obviously have a good reason.” You said, looking down at your wet clothes.  

“Not everyone’s like Scarlett.” He replied, blowing out smoke as he talked. “We’re going on the boat tomorrow, you should come.”  

“Maybe.”  

“I’d like it if you did.” He admitted, shrugging his shoulders in attempted indifference.  

“Okay, but I’ll think I’ll stick to not swimming, if it’s all the same to you.”  

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[nolanscheeks]

Bad News Isn’t Always Bad

Hi, so this is the first fic I have ever posted! Have a read and let me know if you have any comments, questions, concerns!!

Loosely based on real events but completely fiction:)

Warning: sexual content;)

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“So, I have news” Nolan, your boyfriend, sighs heavily, walking over to you and plunking down onto a kitchen chair. It’s Tuesday afternoon in Philadelphia and you had just finished making lunch for Nolan and yourself when his phone rang and he went to the bedroom to take the call. You plated the food and sat down to eat a little nervously. It was weird for Nolan to leave the room to take a phone call. Normally, he would just pick up and talk to whoever it was right in front of you. 

“What is it?” you ask apprehensively. 

He raises his eyebrows and picks up his fork, “do you want the good news or the bad news first?”

“Bad news” you answer, growing anxious.

“Couple of the guys tested positive,” he begins, “practices and games are postponed till at least Monday.”

“Oh.” That wasn’t exactly a surprise, you had kind of been expecting this was bound to happen. With the cases so high and players only able to avoid others so much, someone was going to contract it. “Are you positive, too?”

“No. Well, I don’t think so” Nolan takes a bite of food and shrugs, seeming pretty relaxed about it. You grimace a little bit as the possibility of him getting sick crosses your mind, but you push that thought away. No need in worrying about something that might not happen. 

“What’s the good news then?” you inquire. 

“We get to sleep and play Fortnite” he smiles, “and maybe we could bake some cookies.”

“‘We’?” you tease, “you mean me.” Nolan flashes you another smile, sheepish this time. You will admit, you do make some pretty great chocolate chip cookies, but lately you’ve been busy with work, watching games, and helping Nolan get back into the groove of the demanding NHL schedule. Plus, cookies aren’t exactly in Nolan’s diet plan and he’s been pretty diligent about sticking to it, only breaking once when TK got a hattrick and the two of them had enjoyed a beer. Or two.

“I’ll cheer you on, baby. You look so hot rolling that dough.”

“Okay” you oblige, “but you’re doing the dishes from lunch.” He raises an eyebrow and glances at the kitchen where only a few dirty objects are sitting next to the sink.

“Deal” he reaches his hand out and you guys shake on it. After you both finish eating you get up and disappear into the bedroom while Nolan cleans. If he’s going to be cheering you on, you may as well give him a show you decide. You walk into the closet and reach into the very back of your sock drawer, pulling out your red Victoria’s Secret bodysuit. After stripping off your clothes, putting the bodysuit on, and grabbing one of his t-shirts, to hide your surprise, you make your way back to the kitchen. 

“You know what’s hot?” you ask when you approach Nolan. His back is to you as he dries the, now clean, plates. He grunts at you, which after months of knowing him, you know is code for ‘what?’. “You doing dishes” you smack his bum lightly. He sort of yelps out in response and turns around.

“What’s under there” he questions, grabbing his shirt, that’s covering your body, with his fingers and pulling you into him. You glance down at yourself, the red lace sort of peeping through the thin white cotton.

“Nothing” you push passed. He takes a seat at the island as you begin the motions of baking. You preheat the oven and grab your recipe book, flipping to the one for your famous chocolate chip cookies that Nolan loves so much. You start measuring out the sugar and butter, putting it in the mixer to whip. You go to the pantry and come back with the flour to find Nolan has turned off the mixer to stick his finger in the bowl to taste the mixture.

“Babe, that’s literally just butter and sugar” you giggle.

“I know, but it tastes so good” he hums, sticking his finger in again. 

You swat at him, “It’s so sweet, it’ll make you feel gross.” Nolan sticks his tongue out at you and sits back down at the island. He watches you measure the rest of the ingredients, throwing in the odd comment about how hot you look. Finally, you put the baking sheet in the oven and set the timer. You turn back towards him and reach down to pull off the shirt you’re wearing, revealing the lingerie underneath.

“I can’t even tell you how hot that was” he remarks, getting up and wrapping his arms around you. He pulls away a little and kisses your lips, then travels across your jawline and to your neck, causing you to breath in sharply. “I like it when you wear this stuff” he whispers. You reply by reaching for the bottom of his shirt and pulling it off him. You discard it to the side and hook your finger into the waistband of his pants.

“Come” you order, tugging at him. He follows you over to the couch where you place your hand on his bare chest and push him down onto it. You climb onto his lap so you’re straddling him and begin kissing his lips, jaw, and neck. When you feel him start to get hard against your thigh, you push against him until he’s laying down. It doesn’t take long for his pants to come off as well and for you to take him in your mouth. 

“Oh my god” he gasps as you take him completely. The saliva starts rushing to your mouth as you push his tip to the back of your throat. Your eyes lock with his as you slowly move your mouth up and down on his dick, more and more saliva gathering in your mouth. It’s wet and messy and he seems to love it. As he gets more and more into it you go faster and faster. You can feel your face burning and your eyes stinging with tears when he warns you.

“Baby, I’m gonna come.” You push his tip to the back of your mouth as you feel the pulse of his cock against your tongue. You swallow as he finishes and then sit back and wipe your hand across your mouth; looking down at him on the couch. He’s flushed and breathing hard as he basks in the feeling of the orgasm. He peeks up at you and reaches his arms out. You oblige, laying down on top of him. 

“Good?” you inquire, lifting your chin to look up at him.

“So fucking good” he breaths, eyes closed now. You smile to yourself, secretly loving the way your blow jobs seem to do something for him that nothing else can. The two of you lay there for a minute, Nolan completely blissed out and you enjoying the satisfaction of your performance. 

The oven beeps, interrupting the moment. You get off Nolan, and take the cookies out. They do look absolutely perfect and smell amazing, like always. You transfer a few onto a plate and return to the couch. Nolan’s still on his back, completely relaxed. 

“Open your mouth” you say, breaking off a bit of cookie. He does as you ask and you slip the morsel of cookie between his lips. He opens his eyes and cracks one of those million dollar grins. 

“We should quarantine more often,” he says. 

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Thank you so much for reading!

[shuadotcom]

Sweetener | KNJ x PJM

Ღ Summary: While Namjoo documents their baking fiasco, Jimin gets caught up remembering all the reasons she’s in love with her. Ღ Pairing: Witch!Namjoon (Namjoo) x Witch!Jimin Ღ Genre: Fluff, established relationship, genderswap au, witch au Ღ Rating: G Ღ Warnings: None Ღ WC: 1.1k Ღ A/N: Written for @btsholidaybingo​ and dedicated to my wife as a late wedding anniversary gift ❤️ The prompt made me remember the baking debacle we experienced that this drabble is based on. Bingo Square: Baking Treats

The pout on Jimin’s face intensifies the longer she stares at the pan of so-called brownies. She and Namjoo had followed the directions precisely. Three tablespoons of water, half a cup of vegetable oil, and two eggs. They made sure to properly grease the 13” x 9’’ pan and preheat the oven for 350 degrees. Their kitchen timer was set for 25 minutes, and nothing smelled as if it was burnt while it was in the oven.

Namjoo even made Jimin wait two minutes while the dessert cooled down before she was allowed to touch. When the cooling period was up, Jimin excitedly plunged a spatula into the pan, eager to enjoy the chocolate treat.

Unfortunately, when her spatula hit the top of the brownies, a resounding clunk rang out through the kitchen.

“Huh?” She frowns and tries again, only to encounter the same hard sound. “Namjoooo,” she whines to her girlfriend, who looks just as disappointed.

“What happened?” The older witch asks, taking the spatula from Jimin. She replicates her actions, the spatula still struggling.

“We followed the recipe exactly!” Jimin crosses her arms over her chest. “If you would’ve let me just use magic, this wouldn’t have happened!”

Namjoo rolls her eyes and grabs a butcher knife in an attempt to cut through the brownies. “Jimin, sweetie, you can’t use your magic for every little thing.”

“You always say that! What’s the point of being a witch if I can’t wiggle my fingers and make a plate of soft brownies appear in front of me.”

“Being a witch is about more than that, love,” Namjoo manages to chip off two squares and plates them, handing one to Jimin. “Besides, I wanted us to do something nice and normal for once, without the use of magic.” The two witches stare at one another, silently counting down before biting into the brownies. Namjoo lets out a yelp, immediately spitting it back onto her plate. Jimin, on the other hand, actually chews her mouthful, grimacing as she swallows it.

“Well,” she says after her mouth is empty. “At least it’s not burnt.” She meets her girlfriend’s eyes, and they both fall into a fit of giggles. Namjoo grabs her phone to document the disastrous dessert. Jimin watches her laugh as she talks to her phone, making a recording to share with their group chat.

She feels her heart soar when she lets out a genuine laugh. Namjoo’s laugh is one of her favorite things about her, on the very, very long list of others. Of course, she is the most beautiful woman Jimin has ever laid her eyes upon. Her soft, dark hair, smooth, touchable skin and plump, kissable lips routinely find Jimin having a hard time keeping her hands off her (not that Namjoo minds, of course), but there are so many other things Jimin loves.

Her immense selflessness is high on that list. Namjoo would go above and beyond for the people she loves, even if she exhausts herself in the process. She’d go to the end of the Earth for her friends if only to make their days a little better. Her heart is bigger than anyone Jimin has ever known, and sometimes she wonders how someone so tenderhearted can exist in this world.

Jimin admires her dedication and strong motivation for her work. She’s not that much older but is already determined to be the most knowledgeable witch in their coven, even though it seems like she already knows everything, there is to know. Jimin is well are that she doesn’t much care for her day job, but she is still capable of giving her all, even if she has nothing left.

Namjoo is just as funny as she is intelligent. Her sense of humor is unmatched, and she can have Jimin laughing with tears running down her round cheeks for long after the joke is over. Namjoo likes to insist that she isn’t that funny or that she isn’t that smart, but in the same breath, she can rattle off a list of facts that Jimin never knew or deliver a perfectly timed pun that brightens the younger witch’s day.

Jimin loves the little things about Namjoo, too, like how her eyes light up and how excited she gets when she shares the things she loves with Jimin. The way Namjoo gets flustered and giggles when Jimin complements her or calls her pet names makes her heart swell with pride because she’s the one to make her feel this way.

Between the two of them, Namjoo is the most responsible, and she can always keep Jimin on track. She barely knows what she’ll eat for lunch, while Namjoo is continuously planning and researching for the future—their future.

Namjoo routinely speaks about their future together, and Jimin is more than okay with that. She can’t pinpoint precisely when, but there was a moment in their relationship were Jimin looked at Namjoo and knew, without the shadow of a doubt, that this woman would be her girlfriend and that no one else would be able to make her feel as complete, safe, and as whole as Namjoo does.

“Babe, did you hear anything I said?” At the sound of her girlfriend’s voice, Jimin snaps out of her reverie to see Namjoo standing directly in front of her.

“Sorry, what?”

“I said, I will allow you to conjure us up some brownies, mostly because I’m severely sweets deprived right now.”

“Oh!” Jimin claps in excitement before stepping back and turning towards the counter. She closes her eyes, her mind picturing a plate of perfect brownies. With a flick of her wrist and wriggle of her finger, a heart-shaped plate piled with the long-awaited chocolate dessert appears before them. Namjoo immediately snatches one up and takes a bite, letting out a sigh of pleasure at the taste.

“Ugh, these are so yummy! Here,” Namjoo feeds the remaining bite of hers to Jimin, the taste causing her to react similarly.

“See, told you I could do better than Betty Crocker,” Jimin says, matter of factly, jutting her thumb in the direction of their failed baking experience.

“Yeah, yeah. Since the brownies were your idea, you can clean up. I’m going to go find something on Netflix for us to watch when you’re done in here.” Namjoo grabs the plate, taking it with her. She’s nearly around the corner when Jimin calls out to her.

“Hey, baby,”

“Huh?” The older witch turns, a second brownie half-way into her mouth. Jimin laughs and takes a mental snapshot of the cute pose.

“I love you.”

Namjoo swallows before breaking into a smile, her dimples poking through and eyes almost disappearing. “I love you too.” Jimin will never get tired of hearing those words and hopes to listen to them for the rest of her life.

[love-dreams]

batch of love

mingyu/reader | idol!au | pure fluff

synopsis: cooking in mingyu’s life has always been surrounded with good memories. now you can add another. 

content: use of mild cursing, kiss scene, cooking scene

notes: happy birthday mingyu!! with my limited korean: 생일 축하 합니다! idk what’s happening with these updates but i don’t like them at ALL. 

wc: 1.2k

cooking always reminded mingyu of home. full of rich, warm aromas and loving arms. nowadays mingyu didn’t go home much because of his busy schedule, but he found a way to cope with that loss. 

days like this he wished that time could stretch infinitely and that the memories would burn into his brain. 

today was mingyu’s birthday and you knew that food had to be a part of it. so that’s the reason why, at 6:00 in the morning, you woke up and dragged your fatigued body to the tiny kitchen of your apartment. 

the members of seventeen had put you on the task of simply baking a cake and bringing it to their dorm. it didn’t have to be special or anything, they assured you that anything from you would suffice.

however, an important note to mention is that you have actually never baked before in your life and all the cooking had basically been pushed onto mingyu ever since the two of you had started dating. so, needless, to say, you were slightly panicked at the thought of potentially ruining your perfect boyfriend’s birthday and very unqualified. 

scrolling through internet recipes, you started to gather all of the ingredients before hearing incessant buzzing of your phone. 

huffing as you finally laid out all the ingredient before you, you checked your messages, surprised to see multiple from members. 

[operation mingyu]

[>>y.jh] if mingyu calls you, do. not. pick. it. up.

[>>b.sk] we said you were out with friends and that you left your phone on silent. don’t text him back!!

[>>b.sk] don’t text back after this!!

and sure enough, there multiple texts from mingyu asking where you were and if you remembered that it was his birthday. 

[>>♥bf] baby, everyone’s saying that you already went out?

[>>♥bf] did you forget today’s my bday?

[>>♥bf] baby i miss you can you come over

cooing at his cuteness, you quickly made sure they were unread again before placing your hands onto your hips and getting started. after all, you had a job to do.

“okay, y/n, you got this. just follow the directions and we’ll be fine!” you took a deep breath. “everything’s fine.”

everything was not fine. you had forgotten to preheat your oven and used a whisk to mix your dry and wet ingredients, causing the dough to clump together in the whisk. poking out the batter with a chopstick, you sighed in frustration.

“this is for mingyu, this is for mingyu,” you repeated, resuming in trying to salvage the rest of your cake batter.

by the time that the cake was done, plus decorating, you had depleted your entire morning, leaving you exhausted and slightly annoyed. it was all worth it, though, to see the finishing product with homemade icing. after you popped the cake back into the refrigerator to chill, you started getting yourself ready as well; showering and then spritzing some of mingyu’s favorite perfume and wearing one of your new outfits. 

finally, you were ready to leave.

[operation mingyu]

[>>y.jh] are you done yet??

chuckling at jeonghan’s impatience, you replied:

[<<me] omw 

then, snickering to yourslef, you shot another text:

[<<me] had so much fun!!

mingyu didn’t know where you were but he knew that you definitely weren’t out with friends. 

how did he know that?

well, he had been sending frantic messages to every single friend of yours he knew, asking if you were with them, and you weren’t with any of them. 

now mingyu was starting to get worried. what if you were kidnapped? what if you were murdered? he would never know because you won’t read his damn texts! 

sulking in his room, mingyu scrolled through his phone lazily, laying on his bed.

“come on gyu, we’re going out for groceries. you don’t wanna stay inside for your entire birthday do you?”

mingyu glowered at wonwoo for a few moments before reluctantly dragging his lanky body out of the dorm. he wished you were with him. 

it was about halfway through preparing lunch that mingyu decided that he was angry at you. you were the one had forgotten his birthday and refused to answer his texts!

washing the vegetables fervently with anger, mingyu was suddenly distracted by hushed whispers behind him. huffing, he tried to ignore his members until they got louder. turning his head slightly to reprimand them, mingyu saw jeonghan and joshua along with seungkwan huddled over a phone.

“is she coming yet? lunch is almost ready and mingyu looks pissed.”

“jeonghani, i told you already, she’s on her way, quit it.”

“y/n’s coming?” mingyu asked, looking surprised.

the trio separated instantly, feigning looks of innocence. 

“i told you to stop eavesdropping, mingyu,” jeonghan scolded. 

mingyu scoffed, “i wouldn’t have to eavesdrop if you told me y/n was coming in the first place!”

joshua rubbed his neck in embarrassment, but stayed silent, choosing not to pick sides in this argument. 

“shush mingyu, it was supposed to be a surprise. y/n’s been working super hard all morning, so don’t ruin it, okay?”

y/n’s been working all morning? now mingyu was intrigued, curious as to see what surprise the members and you had prepared for him. giddy with excitement, mingyu returned to his cooking task. 

after finishing the last dish, the members ushered for him to sit down, laying out the dishes they had prepared prettily. still no sight of you, though. when all the members were seated, jeonghan finally piped up. 

“happy birthday to our puppy mingyu! turning 23 years old!”

everyone cheered, whooping loudly. mingyu blushed at the commotion but he still was waiting for you. when everything quieted down, all the members looked awkward, shifting in their seats as they waited for you. disappointment seeped into mingyu.

“uhm, y/n should be here-”

ding dong

the doorbell interrupted jeonghan’s sentence; mingyu rushed to the door, flinging it open to see you, slightly panting.

“you’re late,” he breathed. 

seoul was normally busy, but not this busy. as you walked through the streets, you mentally cursed as another person bumped into you; you were trying to keep the cake in pristine condition. it seemed as if fate had something against you to place this many people in the path to the boys’ dorm. finally, you gave up on trying to weave yourself through the crowds of people and called a cab:

who of course had to make you wait for another ten minutes before showing up. 

driving through the heavy traffic, you began to stress out, wondering what was going on in the dorm with all the members.

oh my god what if mingyu thinks i forgot his birthday?

after you made it to the street of your destination, you sprinted to the members’ dorm, climbing up the stairs with the cake box in one hand, slightly smooshed, but no real damage done. 

panting as you reached the designated floor, you determinedly pushed the doorbell.

it seemed as if mingyu was at the door instantly after you heard the ringing in the apartment. he stood before you, his tall figure towering over you, a huge grin on his face.

“you’re late,” he whispered out. 

you smiled, showing him the cake box, “happy birthday mingyu.”

“did you like your birthday?” you whispered into mingyu’s chest. 

mingyu kissed your forehead softly, cupping your face gently. He nuzzled his face with yours, murmuring a quiet “yes. But not the part when you ignored me for four hours though.”

you grabbed his cheeks from underneath him, squeezing them. “i told you already, it was supposed to be a surprise!” 

mingyu pouted at you. “but you left me alone and ignored me the entire morning!”

you grinned at mingyu’s adorableness, reaching out to secure your hold on his neck, gently bringing him down to you. 

you kissed him first, lips melting into each other and tongues entangled; mingyu lead since it was his birthday, afterall, relishing in the warmth of each other. it had been so long since the two of you had held each other, felt the heat of each other. 

mingyu really liked his birthday that year.

[robbybirdy]

Chapter 208- #45 Banana Bread

Sul Sul, Gerbits! Today we are going to be making something that everyone has either had or made themselves. Banana Bread! Banana Bread is just such a satisfying breakfast, lunch or dessert. There is just something about it that makes people love it. 

This recipe is from the best cookbook I own. The West Point Women’s Club Cookbook. The recipe and the measurements will be in the description down below

The first thing that you are going to want to do is preheat your oven to 325℉. (Thankfully Dori was not the one who got struck by lightning.)

You are going to mix together your shortening, sugar, eggs, baking soda, and salt.

Next you are going to add the flour, milk and your bananas and mix well. 

This is when you would put in the optional nut. 

There are multiple ways that you can bake this bread. 

1st would be in a loaf pan and bake it for an hour. 

Dori: Um... can you two move please? 

The two looked at Dori and just kept on talking.

Dori back to the video: The 2nd is in a bundt pan and bake it for 45 minutes.

3rd is mini loaf pans and bake it for 20 minutes. 

Dori: Really? Can you move... please? 

Right Gossiper:“Oh my gosh... who does she think she is? Briella? No she is nothing but a fish!

Left Gossiper “yea that is so true. She could never be like her grandmother or even her mother.”

Dori: You do realize that I can hear you right. I am not trying to compete with my grandmother or my mother. Okay! I am trying to live my own life! Just Let me be... JEEZ!

Dori back to the camera: Sorry about that guys!

Banana Bread is always one of those beginning recipes. If you live in an area where bananas are available. Also can we just address the elephant in the room. Plantains are not bananas. How am I supposed to make sweet banana Bread with starchy plantain? I’m sorry but they are relatives yes! But they are not the same thing! You can not make banana bread with plantains. There are probably recipes out there for plantain bread. But please, now that plantains are different than bananas. 

I hope that you all enjoyed this recipe. Feel Free to check out the recipe in the description down below. Vadish, Dag Dag. 

Just Keep Baking Description

Ingredients:

½ cup vegetable shortening

1 cup sugar

2 eggs, beaten

½ teaspoon baking soda

¼ teaspoon salt

2 cups all purpose flour

1 Tablespoon sour milk (2-3 drops of vinegar or lemon juice will sour milk)

3 medium bananas, Mashed

½ cup chopped nuts (opt.)

Directions.

Preheat oven to 325℉. Mix shortening, sugar, eggs, soda, and salt until smooth. Add flour, milk, bananas and (opt) nuts, and mix well. Pour batter in loaf pan and bake 1 hour. If bundt pan used, decreased time 15 minutes. Also can test for doneness inserting toothpick until comes out clean. 

[cordonian-literature]

The Aftermath - Ch. 1

The Met

Summary: Riley and her husband take a visit to a museum while their kids have lessons

Word Count: ~2.0k 

Warning: Mention of character death

*All characters belong to Pixelberry, except those that are unique to my story (I’ve also used some characters and fictional instances from Donna Tartt’s “The Goldfinch”*

Catch up here!

After giving Eleanor, Gabriel, and Theodore breakfast, Riley made her way to the kitchen of their New York penthouse and began making turkey sandwiches and chocolate chip cookies, for what she hoped could be for a picnic in Central Park in the late afternoon after the kids’ practices. 

The sound of the mixer didn’t allow Riley to hear her husband walk into the kitchen. She feels his stiff arms around her waist and chuckles. 

Kissing the back of her head, Theodore asks, “Making a treat for me?”

Riley laughs, removing herself from his grasp to preheat the oven on the other side of the kitchen. “For the kids.”

Theodore looks into the bowl. “Isn’t it a little early to be making dessert?” 

“Actually,” Riley goes back and stops the mixer. “I thought we could go on a little picnic?” She looks at her husband thoughtfully. Bringing her attention back towards the cookies, she continues, “After Gabe’s soccer practice and Ella’s dance class, of course.” 

“Of course,” he repeats. He watches her put the cookie dough in the fridge. “We should ask the kids.” 

Riley turns, holding a piece of bread in her hands. “Do you think they might not want to go?”

“Nah, I’m sure they do.” He walks up to her and collects her in his arms. “But I had other plans for us today.”

A shy smile spreads across Riley’s face. “Which is?”

“A visit to the Met. They’ve a new exhibit.” 

“With the kids?” she removes herself from his embrace with her free hand and goes back to making sandwiches.

“We can ask them to come with.”

“And if they don’t want to?”

Theodore laughs. Letting go of Riley, he goes into the fridge to grab an apple. “Gabe’s old enough to watch over Ella for a couple hours. We’ll bring them back dinner.” 

Gabriel had just turned ten, and Eleanor was still many weeks away from turning eight. Even though her husband argued that they were old enough to be somewhat self sufficient, Riley still felt nervous leaving them alone. 

Noticing the concern on her face, he suggests, “We could also just go during their practice times if that’ll make you feel better, babe.” 

��Thanks, Theo,” she smiles, eyeing the apple. “I just... get worried sometimes. Especially for Gabe.”

Theo gives an understanding nod and takes a bite into his apple, but not before Riley notices the irritation on his face. After ten years, she no longer let it bother her, unless Theo’s annoyance of her and Liam’s son got excessive. She understood that it was difficult for Theo to raise a child that wasn’t his, especially when his wife made it very clear that she was still in love with the father of that child. 

Even though Theo agreed to parent Gabriel with Riley, he was glad that they had their own daughter, Eleanor, so he could at least be a father to her in the ways that he wasn’t with Gabe. 

“You know I didn’t mean it like that, right?” Riley turns to fully face him, wanting to keep her husband in a good mood, she tries to explain herself. “It’s just that I don’t want them to do anything foolish or—.”

“Riley. Babe,” Theodore looks at his wife, in her old, dark tank top and a worn pair of jeans. “I know. I worry about them, too. I wanna keep them safe, too.” 

Riley smiles and gives her husband a kiss on the cheek. “Thank you,” she whispers. Turning back to the counter, she finishes making the sandwiches as Theo stands behind her, eating his apple. “I’ll leave these for lunch then, if we’re not going on the picnic. We can get Chinese for dinner, and maybe the cookies could be a snack for later today?” She looks at Theo, and he nods in silent agreement.

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Ella and I raced down towards the elevator, Mom and Dad trailing far behind us. We hold the “close doors” button and leave them on our floor as the elevator falls towards the lobby. 

We tumble out, giggling, but Ella freezes and cries, “I forgot my water!” She starts throwing things out of her bag and onto the lobby floor. When Mom and Dad finally come out of the elevator, Mom starts laughing. 

“Forgot this?” she holds out Ella’s bottle to her and helps her put everything back in her bag.

The four of us walk together towards the waiting limo. Once we’re inside, Mom and Dad turn to us. 

“While you guys are at practice,” Dad begins, “Your mother and I will be seeing a new exhibit at the Met.”

“Ou, take pictures for me, please!” Ella requests.

“We’ll pick you up on time, promise,” Mom reassures, caressing my cheek. “You both have your phones on you, yes?”

Ella and I pat our pockets, signaling where we put our devices. 

We reach the indoor soccer courts first. Mom gives me a quick kiss on my forehead and Dad gives me a pat on the back as I fumble out the door with my large bag. I wish Ella good luck during dance practice and head inside. 

I played until I could barely breath. I skipped some of the water breaks, my body wanting to keep moving, so when everyone was hydrating themselves, I continued to dribble and chase after the ball. During the third water break, coach yells at me to “Sit the hell down!” so I relent and down my water in one breath. My parents are planning a trip to Italy next week, and I wanted to make sure that I wasn’t going to lose that much practice time; I was motivated to work ahead. 

After practice, I wait in the lobby with some of my friends. We talk, but we’re not fully engrossed in the conversation: everyone either has their eyes glued to the doors or to their phones, waiting for their parents to give the signal that it was time to go home. 

I turn on the ringer of my phone and sit back on the bench, waiting for my parents. Dad was usually the punctual one, but since they’d gone to visit a new exhibit, I guessed he wanted to spend a little more time there; Mom and Dad weren’t always free to be able to do things together. 

I take a nap while I wait, but when I wake up, I realize that I’ve been waiting for almost half an hour. Ella’s session would end in a couple minutes, so I shoot her a text hoping that she would see it as soon as she got out. 

Hey.

hi. r u guys on ur way?

No. Mom and Dad haven’t picked me up yet.

rlly? whats taking them so long?????

I’m going to check their location 

She leaves me on read.

It says “loading” but then says unavailable. The Met has wifi right?

weird

Can you check, please?

yessir

After a few moments, she texts me back.

it says the same for me :(( im worried

Don’t worry, I’m sure there’s a reason 

I sit in the lobby, trying to calm down Eleanor through text and wave goodbye to all my friends as their parents pick them up. After another half hour, the next set of lessons start for the older kids. The receptionist steals glances at me before finally saying, “Hey Gabriel, is your mom coming to pick you up today?”

“Um,” I look down at the phone in my hand, contemplating whether I should call one of my parents. “I’m not sure.” 

“What about your dad?” she asks.

“No, they should be in the same place. They usually pick me up by now.” 

“We have your grandmother as an emergency number. Want me to call her up and make sure everything’s alright?” she suggests. I want to say no, that there’s no reason to worry, but the sense of dread in my chest threatens to yield tears. 

“Sure,” I allow. 

My mother’s mother lives in Northern New Jersey and visits often, since it’s not too long of a train ride — she’d drive, but parking was difficult, and our reserved underground parking spots in the building was already filled with Dad’s cars. The receptionist introduces herself, then waves me over to talk on the phone. 

“Hell-o!” Grandma greets. “How was practice? Everything okay?”

“Good. Yeah everything’s fine,” I say. “Practice ended almost an hour ago, but I’m still here. And Ella says that Mom and Dad haven’t picked her up, either.” 

“Uh oh,” she says, and I can hear her face fall. “Do you want me to come pick you up? You both can stay with me tonight. Then we will call Mama and tell her you guys are alright. How does that sound?”

I give a sigh of relief. “Yes, please. I’ll tell Ella.”

“Okay, baby. I’ll get there as soon as I can.”

I fill in my sister, but she doesn’t reply to my texts.

Twenty minutes later, I throw my bag into the trunk of Grandma’s Buick and slide into the back seat next to Ella. She stares at her lap, and I know she’s feeling the same amount of worry and confusion that I am. 

When we reach Grandma’s small town, she asks us if we want dinner. When both of us say we’re not hungry, she still grabs us McDonald’s. 

Mom and Dad don’t answer our calls. We even call Dad’s assistant, but she also says that she hasn’t heard from him.

We eat dinner quietly, with Grandma giving us encouraging kisses and pep talks while we talk about our practices. Afterwards, we go into the living room to quietly watch some Netflix while Grandma makes some apple pie. The smell of it baking in the oven makes me nostalgic for something unknown, and it reminds me of the cookies that Mom was making earlier today. I hear Ella sniffle, and turn to see her silently crying. 

After desert, Grandma gives us some of Mom’s old baggy clothes to sleep in. Ella gets to sleep in Mom’s old room while I sleep in the guest room. My eyes burn from the amount of tears I held back today, and its almost painful to close them. 

...

I wake to the smell of pancakes and a familiar rumble in the pit of my stomach. I brush my teeth, but don’t bother to fix my hair. Ella eats quietly on the island in the kitchen. I slide onto the seat next to her and watch Grandma start making another pancake.

“Good morning!” she says to me. “Could one of you please turn on the news in the living room?”

I allow Ella to keep eating and walk towards the little doorway that separates the living room from the kitchen. Turning on the news, I increase the volume. The image of police cars, ambulances, and firetrucks from a helicopter view flash on the screen while a female reporter narrates the incident. 

“On the evening of May seventeenth, the Metropolitan Museum of Art was bombed by an unidentified group. Investigations are underway and the city has been closed off, including trains and bus routes into and out of the city, along with roads and bridges. 

“Many dead bodies have been found, and many others are severely injured. CEO of Blaise Enterprises, Mister Theodore Blaise, has been found dead. The whereabouts of his wife, Riley Brooks, are unknown. Senator Nicolae Adebayo sustained serious injuries, as did many other persons.”

Ella’s screams drown out the sound of my heart thundering in my ears. Grandma rushes towards her and collects her off of the floor and into her arms. I stare at them, the reporters’ voices and the smell of the pancake burning melt into the background as I take a shaky breath and allow my tears to fall. 

[lovemalecforever]

Chapter 15

Let's have some Madnus

*Morning- the time when Alec and Catarina left for New York*

"Alec, we should leave now. It's time." Catarina said knowing that the soon they'll get this done, the better.

Alec nodded in response as Catarina opened the portal for them. Alec gave Magnus a quick goodbye kiss before stepping through the portal, then vanished into it.

As soon as the swirling vortex closed a depressed look crept over Magnus' face, Alec wasn't even gone for a second, and he was missing his husband already. It's the first time after that incident that Alec left Idris, that too for days. He didn't know how he'll manage to go through these three dreadful long nights without his husband. The days were fine, his work will keep him occupied, but nights...

A tugging at his jacket broke him out of his thoughts. "Maagnus? What happened? You look sad. Are we not going to party?" Madzie asked innocently.

Magnus bent down and took her in his arms. 'How can I be an idiot! How can I forget about my favorite warlock staying with me.' he cursed in his mind.

"Oh, sweet pea, yes, obviously we're going to party. It's just that I'm missing Alec, nothing more."

"I miss him too." She said with a sad tone.

"Okay, come on now, what do you want to do?" He asked her to light up both of their moods.

"Party! Party party party," she kept screaming.

"Stop it, sweet pea, I got that. We'll party in the evening, it's only afternoon. What else you want to do apart from partying, young lady?"

"Teach me new magic, potions, I want to learn how to brew potions, mom doesn't let me. And, and cooking I want to learn cooking, no baking, choco chip cookies, yes, teach me how to bake cookies. I want cookies. Teach me, teach me, teach me. Pleeeease." She said excitedly, showing him her best puppy eyes.

"Oh, hush, you bundle of energy. One at a time. Let's teach you some new magic first." He put her on the floor then took her to his study room, or his workroom to be specific, where he keeps all the stuff.

Madzie might be a kid, but she was really powerful at her age. And a quick learner too. Magnus always suspected that she's going to be the most powerful one in the upcoming generation of warlocks. He taught her some new things and made her practice more what she already knew. Taught her some new spells and little Chthonian.

If he'll be honest with himself, he did teach her things Cat would never approve of, she was still a child, but a powerful warlock in Magnus' opinion, so he wasn't able to help himself. But he was sure that if his best friend would find out she'll ban him from meeting Madzie for a month or worse put a body swap spell on him or maybe a gender change spell, he shivered from the thought of it, Catarina Loss could become unpredictable when she's angry. He didn't want to think about the consequences right now.

"Magnus, Magnus, look! I did it. Yay, I did it."

Magnus looked at the miniature silver projection of a man or a prince charming as Madzie called it, riding a horse visiting the small town, having a women's crystal heel poking out of his leather bag clinging at him. He stopped in front of a house, dismounted himself from the horse, and started walking towards the door.

"Good job, sweet pea, now focus on the story, the next scene of the story, use your mind, and focus on your magic, let your mind guard your magic. Focus on the events and details, concentrate." He softly whispered.

After a few efforts, Madzie was able to project the whole story with every detail, and now she was exhausted.

"Yay! I did it. Magnus, I'm tired and hungry, cookies, let's bake cookies now."

"No, not cookies, they are snacks, not lunch. We'll eat lunch now then you'll rest because you're exhausted then we'll bake cookies. Understood?"

"But-"

"No, but, young lady, lunch now." He said sternly looking at her.

"Okay, but can I do the summoning? Pleeeease?" She looked at him innocently with her best puppy eyes.

"Do you even have energy left in you for the summoning, Madzie?" He asked her with concern.

"Yes, I do. Please let me do it, please Magnus." She pleaded.

Magnus sighed, he can never win any arguments with her, he was never able to resist his favorite warlock.

"Okay, fine, sweet pea. Let's head to the dining area first."

They both walked towards the dining area and sat opposite each other.

"Okay, sweet pea, now what do you want to eat? Think about it and concentrate."

"Okay." She said sweetly and closed her eyes, then waved her tiny fingers in the airs.

After a few seconds, two plates full of spaghetti with meatballs, two strawberry ice creams, and a glass of orange juice appeared on the table. Magnus sighed but smiled at her, then put the ice creams in the fridge for later. After eating their lunch including the deserts, he noticed her tiny eyelids getting heavy.

"Maagnus, let's play something, come to my room."

"Isn't someone tired, young lady?"

"No, I'm not *yawn* tired." She said softly.

Magnus laughed at her innocence. "Okay, sweet pea, let's head to your room."

He knew she was exhausted, but she wasn't ready to rest at all. It took him a hell of a time to win over the arguments with her, some convincing, but she eventually fell asleep, and he went back to continue his work.

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*After few hours*

"Maaagnus, where are you?" Madzie yelled while running towards the living room after checking Magnus' bedroom and finding that he wasn't there.

"In the study, sweet pea!" Came his reply.

Madzie ran towards the study and peeked her head inside from the slightly ajar door.

"Maagnus?"

Magnus stopped whatever he was doing and looked at her peeking face then sighed.

"Now what can I do for you, your highness?" He said playfully.

Madzie giggled then ran towards him, he caught her by arms and swung her in circles then held her in arms. They both were laughing by the end.

"Cookies, I want cookies, teach me how to bake them, after that we'll paaaaarty."

"Okay, okay, my lady. Go to the kitchen and wait for me, I'll be there in five minutes. And no use of magic."

"Okay." He put her down on the floor and kissed her cheeks then she ran out of his office.

After five minutes when he reached the kitchen, he saw the slab filled with a flour packet, baking soda jar, salt jar, melted butter, brown sugar, and white sugar packets, a vanilla extract box, some eggs, a packet of choco chips and the measuring tools. He looked around and found Madzie sitting on the floor waiting for him. He sighed and shook his head.

"I think I said no magic, Madzie!"

"Oopsie!" She said innocently trying to hide her giggles.

"Someone's really impatient. Now come here." He conjured a chair for her, so she can be at a proper height.

"First, we are going to measure everything. Listen carefully, two cups of flour, 1/2 teaspoon baking soda and 1/2 teaspoon of salt, 3/4 cup unsalted butter, melted, 1 cup of brown sugar,

1/2 cup of white sugar, 1 tablespoon vanilla extract. We need 1 egg, 1 egg yolk, and 2 cups of chocolate chips." While she was on it, he put the oven to preheat at 350 degrees Fahrenheit, then explained to her what he did, and helped her with the eggs.

"Good, now in one bowl we put the measured flour, baking soda, salt, and mix them well." He said and guided her wherever needed. He noticed that her tongue was slightly out and there was a slight frown on her forehead because of the concentration and a light smile formed on his lips.

"Now?" She asked excitedly.

"Now, we're going to take a large bowl, then put the melted butter in it, and beat it to a certain amount of consistency." He showed her how to do it. "Now, we'll add the brown sugar and white sugar in it and mix it well. After that, we're going to add the vanilla extract and mix it again." He guided her throughout, the smile never leaving his face.

"Yay! It's looking good. Now what, Magnus?"

"Now we'll add eggs in it and mix it again."

"Done!" She exclaimed.

"Now add all the flour mixture and chocolate chips in it and mix them all together. The dough should be soft."

"Done, is it good?"

He poked his finger over the dough to test the texture, it was smooth and soft. "Perfect!" He smiled at her.

"Yay! What's next, Magnus?" She said while clapping her hands.

"Now," he bent down, and from the lower cabinet he took out a large sheet and a huge plate. "This is called a cookie sheet, and this one is the baking tray." He kept the tray on the table and spread the sheet evenly on the tray with the help of Madzie.

"Now, we'll take a spoon and scoop up ball-sized pieces of dough, and then carefully place them on the cookie sheet, at an equal distance." He handed her a spoon and watched her doing her stuff.

"Done!"

"Now, after five minutes we're going to put this in the oven for 10-15 minutes."

"Okay!"

They put the tray in the oven and waited for the buzzer to went off. In the meantime, Madzie told him all the stories and gossip she got to know from her classes held in New York.

That was something Magnus liked, not the gossip, but the new system of classes held for warlock children, more like a school, led by powerful warlocks to help them control and teach the right way to use their magic, which was starting to spread all across the globe. It wasn't just a school consisting of classes but also an orphanage for those poor warlock kids whom those terrified mundanes thinking they bore a monster, left them to rot in the streets. He was really grateful for the warlocks who led this orphanage/school and partially proud because this was the idea of his husband, and he did everything he could to make sure it happens. His chain of thoughts suddenly broke by a loud buzzing sound.

"Is it ready?" Madzie asked excitedly.

"Yes, sweet pea." He shut the oven, wore the baking gloves, took out the tray, and kept it on the slab.

"Yay, cookies! Cookies!" She went forward to take one when Magnus slapped away her hand gently.

"It's too hot right now, sweet pea, you'll burn your mouth. Let it cool down a little."

"Okay." She said in a fake upset voice.

When Magnus went to keep the gloves away, she waved her fingers over the tray and cooled it down a little in an instant.

"Madzie!" Magnus exclaimed when he saw what she did. "I said no magic, miss. You're way too impatient, huh!" He went towards her and started tickling her all over. Soon the whole kitchen was filled with her laughter.

"Ma... hehe... Mag... hehehe... Maaagnus... stop!"

"Fine, young lady!" He said when he himself was exhausted.

He then picked up a few cookies from the tray, took her towards the living room, sat on the couch with Madzie on his lap, and gave a few cookies to her. He took a large bite of his own cookie savoring its delicious taste, it was baked perfectly.

"It's yummy! I'll try making it at home!" She said with a mouthful of her own.

"You can, but with your mom, you won't step in the kitchen alone. Understood?"

"Okay." She said sweetly. "Maagnus? Can we party now?"

Magnus sighed. "Yes, sweet pea, we can."

"Yaaaay! Party! Party!" She started jumping in her place, making him uncomfortable.

"Calm down, you bundle of energy! What do want to have at this party?"

"Can I summon the party decorations?" She asked innocently with her puppy eyes.

"Okay, sweet pea." He said defeated.

Within a minute the whole loft was decorated with pink and white balloons, the floor was filled with light blue balloons, the table in front of them was covered with different kinds of chips, popcorn, and soft drinks, and some party music was playing on high volume.

"Oh my, sweet pea." He clicked his fingers and lowered the volume of the music. But what caught him off guard was the sudden pouring down of rainbow-colored glitters in the whole apartment. He looked at Madzie in disbelief.

"Yay! Yay! Glitter rain!" She started bouncing on the couch with laughter.

"Madzie!" Magnus exclaimed. "You know Alec will punish me if he'll find out about this, right?"

"But you love glitter, Magnus!" She said trying to hide her giggles but failing miserably.

"You did this on purpose, didn't you, you naughty girl." He caught her and started tickling her all over again. Suddenly his doorbell rang making both of them stop with what they were doing.

'Weird! There shouldn't be any client at this time.' he thought then clicked his fingers and vanished all the glitter from the apartment and from both of their bodies. As much as he loved glitter this was actually too much.

He went to open the door and found a woman standing there, with long black hairs wearing a deep blue colored formal dress. What caught his eyes were her pointed ears, dog ears to be specific. A warlock mark.

"Yes?" He asked firmly.

"You must be Magnus Lightwood Bane, I'm Aurelia Rose, Madzie's teacher. Catarina told me she's staying here."

"Yeah, she is, come in!" He said while shaking hands with her. "Sweet pea, it's your... Madzie! Again!" By the time they reached the living room, she started a glitter rain again.

"Miss Rose!" She said excitedly and ran towards her, putting Magnus in trouble completely forgotten.

"Hey, bumblebee!" She bent down and hugged her tightly. "Looks like you both were having a party!"

"Yeah, she was excited about a party since morning. What brings you here, Aurelia?" Magnus asked, confused, and curious.

"Our New York school is hosting a world tour for all the children including the orphan warlocks so that they can explore the world, meet more warlocks around the world, and interact with them. Learn new things as much as they can. I came to pick her up. If that's what you want, bumblebee!"

"Yay! A trip! A trip! Magnus, I'm going on a trip!"

Magnus smiled fondly at her excitement then looked at Aurelia. "When she has to leave?"

"In an hour if possible. All the kids will be at the school in an hour, we've created a permanent portal room at the school so that they can travel easily."

"Oh, okay, there are a few of her stuff is here, but the rest is at Catarina's. I'll talk to her." A wave of disappointment crept over Magnus, but he hid it with a smile.

After talking to Catarina and preparing Madzie for the trip, who was head over heels for the trip the whole time, he waved her goodbye then came back to his apartment.

As soon as he stepped out the portal into his apartment, a wave of sadness and disappointment washed down on him. He looked around the room which was still decorated with balloons, he suddenly felt really empty. He clicked his fingers and cleaned the whole apartment, then sat on the couch, a feeling of loneliness crept over him. The house felt too empty and suffocating to him. He wanted to leave the house as soon as possible. He got up and created a portal and stepped into it.

When he stepped out of the portal, he found himself standing outside a bar in Germany. After taking a deep breath stepped in and ordered a Dry Martini, eager to clear his head filled with disappointment and loneliness. He kept ordering a refill of his drink, completely oblivious to a pair of eyes watching his every move.

[hydroponicjj]

your fics are the cutest 🥺 i was wondering if you could do a joshua bassett or ricky bowen x reader where the reader tries to teach him how to bake but he fails miserably? ps i love all your work 💗

shattered eggs

pairing: ricky bowen x reader

word count: 1k

warnings: a lil bit of cursing, mostly fluff

a/n: i love this idea so much, thank you for requesting! i really hope this is what you were imagining <3

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“HEY, (Y/N)!” RICKY SHOUTED, TRYING TO push through the countless amount of bodies in the hallway, almost falling on his face in the process.

“What’s up, Bowen?” You questioned, pulling him to the side so he didn’t get trampled by the stampede of students trying to head to lunch.

“I need your help with something.” He revealed, fidgeting with the straps of his book bag.

“Ricky, I’m not watching you sleep just to prove that there isn’t a ghost in your room.” You sighed.

A blush crept on to Ricky’s cheeks, that definitely wasn’t one of his finest moments.

“No, I don’t need your help with that anymore.” Back in sophomore year, Ricky had an obscure theory that a ghost was in his room, messing with him because every morning he’d wake up on the floor. In reality, the boy was just a rowdy sleeper.

“I was wondering if you could help me bake a cake?” He mumbled, with the loud chatter in the hallway combined with his sudden desire to mumble, you couldn’t understand a word he said.

“You’re gonna have to speak up, Bowen.”

“I was wondering if you could help me bake a cake?” He did it again, there was no way in hell that you’d be able to hear him in the overly crowded school hallway.

You grabbed his wrist and dragged him into the nearest room, which just so happened to be the janitor’s closet.

“Well, now I can’t see you.” He exclaimed, rolling his eyes, not that’d you be able to see.

Within seconds, you whipped out your phone and turned on the flashlight, shining the light right in Ricky’s face. He definitely wasn’t ready because he shielded his eyes almost immediately.

“Now that we can hear and see each other, what’s up?” You asked, leaning on the shelf, which probably wasn’t the brightest idea because you got some kind of cleaning liquid on the sleeve of your jacket.

“I was wondering if you would help me bake a cake?” Ricky replied, rocking back and forth on the balls of his feet.

“Why do you think I have the slightest idea on how to bake a cake?” You chuckled.

“Well, sometimes you bring cupcakes to lunch and I just figured that you baked them at home.” He shrugged.

You smiled, kind of surprised that he noticed your addiction to cupcakes.

“I don’t know, Bowen. I’m kind of busy.” You sighed.

“Come on, (y/n). You don’t even have to do anything. Just send me some easy recipes and I’ll take it from there.” He pleaded.

“Okay, I’ll send you some recipes.” You gave in, a smile appeared on his face.

“Thank you, (y/n). You’re the best.” He thanked, reaching for the doorknob to exit but you stopped him.

“Before we go, why do you have a sudden need to bake a cake all of a sudden?” You raised an eyebrow, crossing your arms over your chest.

“Well,” He paused, turning his head to look at the display of cleaning products.

“I was going to bake a cake for someone.” He muttered, rubbing his temple.

“Awe, for Nini?” You blurted, internally cursing at yourself knowing that was kind of a touchy subject.

“Sorry, you don’t have to answer. It’s none of my business.” Now it was your turn to awkwardly avoid eye contact.

“It’s fine. Yeah, it is for her.” He revealed.

“Oh,” You were stupid to believe that he wanted to bake the cake for you. Face the facts, he is in love with Nini and will do anything to get her back.

“Alright, that’s enough interrogating for today.” You stated, opening the door.

The second you stepped out, you ran face first into someones book bag. Ricky quickly grabbed your shoulders, making sure you didn’t fall on your ass.

“Shit,” You mumbled, rubbing your throbbing forehead.

“Who would’ve guessed that (y/n) and Ricky would hook up in a janitors closet.” EJ teased as he passed by the two of you, holding hands with Nini.

You noticed that he squeezed her hand a bit harder, almost as if he was threatened by Ricky (which was crazy cause the boy is harmless).

“I’ll text you a recipe tonight.” You turned to face Ricky, ignoring EJ.

He nodded, taking his hands off your shoulders. “Okay, thanks.”

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Your doorbell rang at least 30 times in the last five seconds. “Holy shit, I’m coming!” You screamed, thankful that you parents weren’t home because they’d scold you for swearing in the house.

When you opened the door, you saw Ricky Bowen, shirt covered in sugar. He was holding multiple grocery bags filled with the ingredients that you sent him that afternoon.

“What the hell, Bowen?” You questioned, contemplating if he’d go away if you slammed the door in his face.

“I almost burned down my kitchen and-”

“Oh, so you’ve come to burn down mine?” You questioned, leaning on the door frame, staring him dead in the eyes.

“I’m sorry, but, baking is a lot harder than it looks.” He chuckled, grinning at you.

You sighed, stepping to the side so that he had enough room to come in. “Put the ingredients on the kitchen counter.”

His grin got even wider as he entered your house. “Oh gosh,” You chuckled to yourself, this boy was hopeless. You’re surprised that he didn’t set himself on fire.

“So, what should I do first?.” He asked, pointing to the countless bags on your island.

“Just preheat the oven, weirdo.” You laughed, rolling your eyes at him.

The remainder of the night continued like this. You’d make sure that he was following the steps in the correct order while sitting on the counter behind him. He was doing a relatively good job, but you’d have to step in occasionally.

“Will you pass me an egg?” You asked, hopping off the counter, sticking your hand out, waiting for him to place an egg in your hands.

But, because Ricky is Ricky, he placed the entire carton in your hand and you weren’t prepared for it, so they hit the ground, shattering like glass.

“Ricky, I said an egg, as in one!” You scolded.

“Crap,” He frowned, placing his head on the counter. You could tell that he was pissed at himself. Things were going so well til now.

“Hey, it was an accident. I’ll just run the the store quickly and buy some more.” You reassured, rubbing his back.

You went to grab you keys but he grabbed your arm, stopping you. “What’s up?” You raised an eyebrow.

“I lied,” He paused, “I wasn’t baking this cake for Nini. I was baking it for another girl but I was just to scared to admit it,”

“Oh,” You mumbled, staring at your feet, anything to avoid eye contact. “Who?” It didn’t matter who it was, because she was never going to be you.

He placed his right hand under your chin, lifting your head up so that you’d look at him. “Can I kiss you?”

“Y-yeah,” You stuttered, nodding your head.

He leaned in slowly, making sure to keep his hand under your chin. Kissing him made you feel like you were on cloud nine. You ran your fingers through his hair, trying to take everything in about him.

“Your lips are really soft.” He chuckled, pulling away.

“Dully noted,” You smiled, intertwining your fingers together.

“In case it wasn’t clear, I was baking the cake for you.”

“I figured,” You laughed, leaning in to kiss him, again.