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thesunandmoons-blog · 3 years ago

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memories

cw/tw : none !!!

Word count : 918

Fandom : redacted asmr

Pair : sam/darlin

this truly is a sickly sweet fanfic and i literally love the two of them. sorry if it’s a little ooc, im trying my best :’) i had to write this one twice because my computer decided it didn’t like me after i wrote it the first time, but it’s done !!

@stars-shaped-clouds requested this piece of work!! also tagging @gavinsdeviant for the notifs :D

if you wanna read on ao3!!

Sam was never surprised to find Darlin’ with no food in the pantry. There was maybe a full pack of ramen and a couple sodas or waters in the fridge, but otherwise the pantry collected dust and their freezer’s ice maker just flowed over. There wasn’t really any kind of food in there until Sam had come over, invited of course, carrying an arm’s full of groceries to stock up his shifter’s kitchen.

He decided he needed to get them into feeding themself properly rather than stocking up on dried up sodium packets that were worse than eating nothing at all.

“You know, you didn’t need to buy all of this stuff, Sam,” Darlin’ huffed, hands on their hips as they looked at the vampire. “Well, I wouldn’t need to if you properly fed yourself, Darlin’.” Sam was quick to bite back, a small smirk dawning his lips as his brow quirked up, eyes peeking over to them. With a sigh and a shake of the head, he turned his head to look at them, asking, “Darlin’, are you just gonna stand there, or can you help a vamp unload some groceries? They are for you, y’know.”

They couldn’t help but let a chuckle bubble out of their throat, shaking their head and rolling their eyes. “Fine, whatever.” Darlin’ was unaware of Sam’s plan to teach them to cook that night, hence all of the groceries. He was seriously tired of watching them only eat easy meals, and wanted to see something substantial go into them for once.

And when he told them his, they only scoffed, hands back on the hips and facing him fully. “Excuse me, southern boy, but I know how to cook!” Sam couldn’t help but let out a gutteral laugh, almost tempted to wipe his eye of any faux tears from laughing so much. “Really, Darlin’, that is one of the funniest things I think you’ve ever said to me.” They only scowled, arms crossing. “I seriously can cook! I learned when I was a kid.” They almost looked like they were gonna throw a tantrum, Sam giving a small chuckle before gently placing his hands on their shoulders. “Whatever you say, Darlin’. But seriously, tonight, I’m showin’ you how to cook somethin’ that can actually feed you some kinda nutrients, not just sodium and fake flavoring.” Darlin’ scoffed, rolling their eyes. “Yeah, yeah.”

Sam was genuinely surprised to see Darlin’ not doing a half-bad job in the kitchen. Their hands were fairly skilled, and he could almost compare them to David in terms of cooking. They probably ranked right below him in the “who can cook” ranking in the Shaw pack, and Sam made sure to keep a mental note of that. Who knew his Darlin’ could cook?

It wasn’t long before Sam’s nose was overwhelmed by the delicious scent of a random pasta dish the shifter found online, the two of them seated at the couch, each with a plate in hand. Those plates were quickly emptied, bellies full and happy sighs echoing in the apartment.

Like the southern gentleman he is, Sam took to his feet, taking Darlin’s plate from their hands, and placing both plates in the sink. He trotted back to the couch, motioning to the seat directly next to them. “May I?” He knew he probably didn’t need to ask, considering they’d been seeing each other for a while now, but he still thought the gesture would be nice. They nodded, a small smile on their lips. “You don’t need to ask, you know.” He only nodded back in agreement, taking his seat.

His arm found its way lolled across the back of the couch, and Darlin’ took the opportunity to snuggle into his side. They were still learning the ropes of all of this ‘lovey’ stuff, but they were really liking it nevertheless.

“Y’know, you truly surprised me tonight, Darlin’. I really didn’t think you’d cook somethin’ so tasty.” He gave them a toothy grin, and he recieved roll of the eyes in return. “I told you I could! Gabe taught me when I was younger, and I actually managed to listen half the time, so...” They trailed off, eyes wandering from Sam’s down to their lap. He took the opportunity to get them talking, especially about something that made them feel good.

The way Darlin’ could smile and talk about their childhood with Gabe for the next hour and a half was nothing but perfect to Sam. They went on and on, and not a single thing that came out of their mouth hinted that, during those times, they felt alone. They sounded to proud of the moments they spent learning with Gabe, and it made Sam’s heart swell.

“...and yeah, I guess that’s really it.” Their sentence trailed off, eyes peering down to their lap. Sam’s hand gently took hold of their jaw, tilting their face so their eyes could meet. His eyes were glazed over with adoration and love, love just for them. “Can I kiss you?” His words almost came out as a whisper, and their head nodded, eyes shutting for a brief moment when they kissed. It was a sweet, slow kiss, Sam pulling away after a few seconds. His head tilted down to rest on Darlin’s shoulder, his smile pressed against their neck. “I... love you, y’know that? You really are amazing.” His words had their eyes wide, a dopey smile on their face.

“Yeah yeah, I love you too...”

#redacted asmr #redacted asmr fanfic #redacted sam #redacted darlin #redacted fanfic #theyre perfect for each other #i love them

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lollypopsx · 3 years ago

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Flatmate!Harry: I'll Make It Up To You - Part 2

Please like if it’s not too shabby, reblog for anyone who may enjoy this and follow if you want to see more! Any suggestions are happily taken for future writing! I love you all! be safe and be kind x

Warnings: Hints of depression and anxiety

Part 1 - Part 3

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Days had passed since the audition, and while you were sat on your laptop every hour searching for new jobs, new projects, more auditions and pure hope of some miracle, you couldn't help but starting to feel like you were failing slightly.

You liked to write happy songs and create stories using your music, but you were finding it harder to find the inspiration. Usually you and Harry would sit and talk ideas for hours, but since he made you miss your audition, you were distant from him, it was only the last day or two that you had been getting slowly back to normal.

Every day since the incident when Harry came home after working at the studio, he would open the curtains to make sure you had fresh air and daylight after cooping yourself up on the sofa all day, in the dimly lit living room. Not only that, he would check the cupboards, fridge and the sink to check that you were eating enough. He had seen you stressed and upset before. He had been there through some difficult moments in your life, and had always been your rock throughout the years, especially when your mental health was struggling during these times. But this time was worse. He couldn't help being concerned for someone he loved and cared for.

"Hey pumpkin..." He whispers softly, settling himself down beside you after completing his daily routine "Have you done much today?" he gently combs his fingers through your hair before dropping his arm round your shoulders.

You just sigh softly, looking ahead blankly at the quiet TV, simply shaking your head. If only he could see what was going on in that pretty mind of yours then maybe he could make everything better.

"I see you used the piano and the guitar today though..." he states, although it came out more like a question.

Minutes of silence filled the room until out of the blue, some words left your lips. "...Adam came to get the ring today" you whisper, feeling the tears brim your eyes once again, for what felt like the millionth time today.

"Oh darling" He frowns, pulling you into his chest tightly, just like he did the night you found out your (now ex-) boyfriend, Adam, was cheating on you. Unfortunately, you happened to find out minutes before he proposed to you, in front of all of your friends, including Harry. You didn't know what to do, so you took the ring, said you'd think about it and you left him standing alone. This all happened months ago, and you really thought that you was totally over it.

"Everything that's happened this week...I-I just...I feel like such a failure Haz. It just feels like I...I-I'm falling...falling apart and nothings going right! Why isn’t anything going right! I can’t even write one stupid song that makes sense" you let out hard sobs as your hands fisted his clean white t-shirt.

"No...no, no, no don't say that...please don't ever say that." He frowns, pulling away from you, but still staying close. His warm hands press against your cheeks as he lifts your face gently "hey, hey look at me" he whispers, begging you to look at him.

Your sad wide eyes flickered up into his, gentle tears falling down your face. "I know...I know it's hard at the moment. But everything happens for a reason. And everything will get better...I know it will. Do you trust me?" He whispers, his eyes gazing deep into yours, almost like if he looked hard enough, he could read your mind.

You give a hesitant nod as he pressed a gentle kiss to your forehead before wiping the tears dampening your cheeks. Being affectionate together wasn't anything unusual for the two of you, you really were the best of friends.

"I'll go make some dinner okay? Pasta sound good?" You just nod your head gently at him as he leaves your side. You let out a deep sigh and head over to the living room window, watching the sunrise beginning to set over the busy London town. "So...how's the studio going?" You ask him curiously, your gaze still at the window.

"I erm..." He clutters around in the kitchen. His job was a topic he had been avoiding for the last few days. He didn't want to rub it in that he was busy writing an album for millions of fans, who would be screaming his lyrics back to him all over the world in years to come. "It's...good. I mean, its tiring but I...yeah. It's good" He nods.

"H, you don't have to avoid it. I forgive you for what happened. I know you would never have done it out of spite...and you deserve your life style, you work hard!" You say as you head into the kitchen, re-filling the water in the vase on the table, your vibrant roses and lilies still looking as beautiful as the first day Harry bought them for you.

"You work hard too!" He frowns softly "Harry I don't think moping around on the sofa, drowning in my sorrows, is the definition of working hard" You let out a gentle chuckle.

"So...how's it really going?" You hop up onto the stool beside the kitchen counter.

"Well, we have 4 songs so far...and they are...different to the last album. I mean they reckon three of them will be on the pop charts...maybe even a number one slot there" He sighs softly.

"Oh wow, that does sound different to before...and you...don't want that?" You ask curiously, judging by the lack of excitement. "Well...it's not that. I just...it's hard to write another album when the last one did well, and you have to make sure it's better than the last one." He sighs softly as he cooks. "They want me to write some slower, more emotional songs. I just can't...well the words don't fit right. I'm just not feeling emotional about anything, so I don't know where to get the emotion from"

"Well you can't put a price on emotion Haz, you can't just go and buy it in Gucci. You have to really feel it. Even if you aren't thinking about something specific or direct to you. I used to find that sometimes when I was trying to write, I'd create these characters in my head, and I'd give them all these different stories and personalities. And I...I used that to really help me write music. It's not easy." You explain while getting two of the plates from the cupboard and pouring two drinks for the table.

"You used to? You mean you don't use that method anymore?" He asks curiously, while giving the pasta one final stir.

"I...I think I've decided that I'm not going to write music anymore" You shrug softly, your eyes unable to life to his. "I need a proper job. And things aren't going well with auditions lately and I make a total fool out of myself every time I go into a meeting. It's time I looked for a proper job. Besides, the price of bills in this house keeps going up and up."

"What?! Y/N you're so good at writing songs and music! You can't throw it all away now! That is your proper job. And I love hearing what you write, it inspires my own stuff!" He frowns, his brow furrowing, trying to understand you. "Think of all the songs no one will get to hear"

"No one hears them anyway...It's different now. The entertainment industry is changing more and more by the day. Maybe the stuff I write just isn't as trendy anymore." It was difficult for you to admit, but you knew you had to accept it.

"There's a fine line between us Styles, because the difference is, you're already there. You have the whole world in your hands Haz, you can go anywhere and do anything. You could sing a song to a fish and the whole world would be adored by you still! If I did something like that...I'd be laughed out of every interview, audition and meeting for the rest of my life. But we’ll be alright" You smile and shrug, your mood had certainly been hit and miss the last few days, but you knew you had to carry on with your life.

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“Hey Y/N come here!” Harry calls from the living room. You were currently in your room, scrolling through your Instagram, while in a pasta coma after dinner. You rush over to the living room “What’s up?” You ask, seeing him sat at the gleaming white piano, which as always was sat under the window.

“What do you think?” He starts to play a few notes on the piano, looking between the scruffy paper notes cluttering the top of the piano and his hands.

“Can’t put a price on emotion...it’s something that you just can’t buy...you...you’ve got my devotion...but....but” He sighs softly, playing around with the notes and the wording on his notes.

You smile softly as you recognise his acknowledgment of your earlier conversation “...but man, I can hate you sometimes” you sing gently, testing to see how it could fit.

“Hey that’s mean! Why would you say that!” He fakes a pout up at you “I thought we- hey actually...you’re right! That really fits!” He chuckles, pulling you onto the stool beside him. “Can you try a G chord, B chord and....lets try a C...” You nod and smile as your fingers gloss over the keys effortlessly, while Harry fits the verse together and tries to find the right tempo.

“Wait...it doesn’t sound right. Maybe lets try a D instead of C?” You suggest as you re-try, playing those three chords over and over again.

“You...are...a genius!” He grins and wraps his arms around your waist. ”Keep going!” He smirks, pushing more lyrics in front of you. Sometimes having a fresh pair of eyes really helped...or perhaps he just wanted to prove that you had talent.

You peer down at the pages upon pages of words flooding your view. “...I don’t want to fight with you....and I...and I don’t like to sleep in the dark...we’ll get the drinks in...I...I can’t stop thinking of her...”

Harrys fingers join yours at the piano “We’ll be a fine line....We’ll be a fine line...”He smiles softly as he taps on a few random keys.

You pull your fingers away gently “It...your song sounds...really good H. It’s beautiful actually.”

“You mean our song...” He whispers.

“Harry no, it’s your song, all the pieces, I just put your jigsaw together” You smile. “I know how it is writing songs and the first draft is never the same as the final version. You might decide to change it all completely” You whisper.

“Not with your lyrical genius ability and words of wisdom...your name will be all over this track” You felt a shock of electricity ripple through your veins as you felt his eyes burning into yours. His lips pressed gently against your forehead, lingering against your skin longer than usual. That sort of affection was normal from your best friend...so why did it just feel like something completely different? And what did he mean about my name being all over the track?

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wikiangela-fanfics · 4 years ago

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“I will never leave you”- Buddie oneshot

I literally cannot stop writing about them now lmao

This oneshot is basically what happened in the 4x08 but if Eddie and Buck were together, because once I saw the "you're late" scene I immediately knew I had to write something There are some lines from the episode, and honestly I feel like half of it is pretty awkward and doesn't make much sense, but I like it so whatever haha

summary: Eddie and Buck decide to finally tell Chris that they're dating.

words: 2.6k

Ao3

Enjoy ♥

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Buck heard the car pull into the driveway. He knew it was Eddie, who was running some errands and asked Buck to watch Christopher after work. He got up and walked towards the door to greet him.

By the time he got to the door, Eddie was already inside, carrying bags with groceries. Buck leaned against the doorframe, and smiled.

“You’re late.” he said, while Eddie dropped the bags and started to take off his jacket. Eddie actually set the exact time he would be back, because he wanted to tuck his son in, and then spend the evening with Buck. But he ran a little late, and Buck will never pass up an opportunity to tease him.

“There was construction on Sunset. Had to take a detour.” Eddie answered, putting his jacked on the rack.

“Or maybe you were on a date or something?” Buck asked teasingly, amusement clear on his face. They went through similar conversations before they got together, back when Eddie went back to dating.

“Ha. Ha.” Eddie rolled his eyes. Then, he added softly: “You know the only person I’d want to be on a date with stands in front of me.”

“Aw, you’re such a sap.” Buck’s smile widened, but before Eddie could react, he added: “But your answer is correct.” he leaned towards Eddie, who immediately understood, and leaned in to leave a quick, sotf kiss on Buck’s lips. “Missed you.” Buck murmured, as Eddie was pulling away.

“And who’s a sap now?” Eddie raised his eyebrows, a teasing smirk on his face, because they’d seen each other just a few hours ago. But he missed Buck too, to be honest. He leaned down to pick up bags with groceries that he had dropped before. “You wanna help me with those?” he asked, as he struggled to grip all of them, while Buck just kept leaning against the doorframe and looking at him.

“Not really.” Buck said and Eddie looked back at him with a disbelieving look on his face. “What? If you were on time, I’d help.” he shrugged, a smug look on his face.

“Fine. I’ll remind you of this next time you’re late.” Eddie said, finally picking them all up.

“I’m kidding.” Buck sighed and rolled his eyes, walking over to Eddie and taking half of the groceries. “Why is there so much stuff here, anyway? Did you buy a whole supermarket?” he asked as they carried it to the kitchen.

“Just some groceries.” Eddie put the bags on the counter and started to unpack them. Buck started to help, too. “Christopher already asleep?”

“No, but he’s in bed. It was tough, but we negotiated a deal. He got ready for bed, and I wasn’t allowed to turn off the light or tell him a story. He was waiting for you, but you were late.” he said pointedly.

“I know.” Eddie stopped unpacking the bags and looked at Buck with annoyance, but there was fondness there too. That was his Buck. He could annoy him and tease him to no end, but Eddie loved him more than he could express. “Thanks for taking care of him.” he added, more softly.

“It’s a pleasure.” Buck said proudly. “He’s my best friend.” he grinned.

“What?” Eddie frowned, but he was smiling. “Then what am I?” Buck gave him a look in response, and Eddie just laughed. “Okay, fine. He’s your best friend, whatever.” he shook his head, starting to put things away to cabinets, while Buck was putting stuff in the fridge.

“And I am his best friend, just so you know.” Buck added, his tone still teasing.

“And I’m more than happy about that.” Eddie looked at him. “I’m his dad, I can get over him liking you more than me.”

“Good.” Buck said.

“Actually, I’ve been thinking.” Eddie said, suddenly nervous, his gaze focused on the package of pasta in his hands.

“Should I be worried?” Buck asked carefully and Eddie could feel his gaze.

“No, no. Of course not.” Eddie quickly said, putting the pasta on the shelf, but still not moving his gaze. “It’s just… we’ve been dating for a while. And we know that Chris loves you.” he stopped, swallowing hard.

“And you want to tell him.” Buck said slowly, basically finishing Eddie’s sentence. “About us.”

Eddie suddenly turned around, facing Buck. His eyes were wide and he was chewing on his lower lip out of nerves. Then he took a deep breath.

“Yeah, I do.” he said. “If you wanna. I mean, I think he’d take it well. He knows you and- and loves you.” if he was this nervous just talking to Buck about it, he was going to be a mess telling Christopher. Maybe he wasn’t as ready as he thought. “And he knows that you’re always gonna be there for him.” it was a statement, but there was some kind of a question hidden there, in his tone and his eyes.

Buck walked over to Eddie and took his face into his hands.

“Hey, of course I will.” he said. “And I am totally on board with telling him. But right now, let me unpack the rest, and you go say goodnight to your son, so that he can finally go to sleep, because he has school tomorrow.” Buck smiled fondly. “And then we will talk some more, okay?”

“Yeah. Yeah, okay.” Eddie chuckled lightly, a little embarrassed at his nervousness. He shook his head and walked away from Buck, into his son’s room. They will be fine. They will tell Chris and he’s gonna be fine with them being together. Or so Eddie was trying to convince himself. But that wasn’t what he had to worry about just then. He would talk it over with Buck first, and then they would find the right moment to tell Chris. It would be fine.

***

They decided to tell him a few days later.

Buck was constantly saying that if Eddie wasn’t ready, he was fine with waiting. But even though Eddie was really nervous, he felt like he needed to do this. He needed to be honest with his son. And he really wanted to be able to hold Buck’s hand when they all go out together, or cuddle with Buck when they have a movie night, and all the other stuff he’s not able to do now. He wanted to be able to act like he felt - like he was head over heels for Buck - and he didn’t want to hide anymore. Especially not from the most important person in his world.

So after watching a movie Friday night, instead the usual “time to get ready for bed,” Eddie told Chris:

“We wanted to talk to you about something.”

“Okay.” Christopher answered, looking up at Eddie, who was silent for a long while, gathering his thoughts.

“So.” Eddie started. “Um, I wanted to ask you…” he looked at Buck, who was sitting on the other side of Christopher. He looked back at Eddie and he knew that if he wanted to back away, Buck would be cool with it. But he needed to say it. He just wasn’t sure how, despite preparing for the last couple of days. “How would you feel about me, uh, dating-” he said very slowly, hearing his heartbeat in his ears. Before he could even say Buck’s name, Chris interrupted him.

“No! I don’t want you to date!” he exclaimed.

“Hey, listen to me.” Eddie tried, but Chris got up from the couch before Eddie could realize that he should have approached it differently. “Chris.” he said as Chris started to walk away.

“Hey, buddy. Wait a second.” Buck spoke up and Chris stopped and looked at him. Then he looked to Eddie to continue.

“Look, the person I’m dating is Buck.” Eddie said with a smile. “It’s not some random stranger. It’s our Buck, okay?” he hoped that the mere fact that it was his best friend, whom Chris knew and loved, would be enough to make him less angry.

“No. You can’t date Buck!” Chris said, even angrier now. Both Buck and Eddie looked at each other with surprise and worry. They were hoping he would be happy about that. “You can’t! I’m mad at both of you!” he added, before walking away.

Buck and Eddie sat there in silence for a while, not moving. Finally, Eddie spoke up.

“That was so not how I expected it to go.” he said.

“Yeah, somehow I hoped he’d, you know, not hate us.” Buck said, looking at Eddie. “I’m sorry.”

“What for?” Eddie frowned. “It’s not your fault.”

“Isn’t it?” Buck sighed. “I’m the person you’re dating. And he’s your kid and he’s mad at you for dating.”

“He’s mad at both of us, if I remember correctly.” Eddie said, trying to sound lighter than he did. “He’ll be fine. We’ll be fine.” he took Buck’s hand and intertwined their fingers.

“But if he really doesn’t want us to be together, I-”

“No, don’t say it.” Eddie interrupted. “I’m not losing you, in any way.” he said, because even if they could go back to just being friends, which would probably be slightly, or very, awkward, he didn’t want that. He knew Chris would come around. He had to. They were already a family, they’ve been a family since before he and Buck started dating. They couldn’t just… break up. “He’ll calm down and I’ll try to talk to him again. It can’t be about you.” he added with a frown. “He loves you, he wouldn’t be mad about that.”

Buck didn’t answer. He got up and let go of Eddie’s hand. Before Eddie could ask where he was going, Buck just said: “I’ll be right back.” and went towards Christopher’s room. Eddie just sat there, trusting that Buck knows what he’s doing. He’s always been good with Chris, and he had a connection with him, so surely he would be able to talk to Chris, even though the boy was mad at him.

***

First, Buck knocked on the door, but didn’t hear an answer.

“Hey, it’s Buck. Can I come in?” he asked.

“No.” Chris said, and Buck sighed.

“Hey, I just wanna talk. Give me two minutes. No longer, I swear.”

“Okay.” the boy answered after a while.

Buck opened the door and found Chris sitting on his bed, clearly upset. He sat down next to him.

“So you’re really mad at us, huh?” Buck asked, not sure how exactly to approach the topic.

“I don’t wanna talk about it.” Chris answered, looking at the floor.

“We gotta talk about it sooner or later. And your dad’s not here right now. Whatever you say, I promise it’ll stay between us.” Christopher didn’t answer. “Come on, we’re friends, right? You can talk to me.” he gently nudged him with his elbow. “I know that it might be a little weird at first. But not much will change, I swear.”

“I don’t want anything to change.” Christopher said.

“What exactly you don’t want to change?” Buck asked, having a faint idea of what it might be about.

“For you to leave.” the boy admitted quietly. “Everybody leaves now, abuelita, Carla, my friends... and mom was with dad and she still left. And what if you break up and you leave too?”

“Buddy.” Buck put his arm around him. “Yeah, people go away. And it’s sad. But not everyone goes away forever. You will see your friends, Carla and abuelita soon. And I will never leave you. I love your dad. And I love you.” he couldn’t help a small smile. “We won’t break up. But even if we do…” he added as Chris was about to say something. “I will never leave you, okay? I’m not going anywhere, ever. I’m always here for you, no matter what.”

“Do you promise?” he heard Chris whisper.

“I promise.” Buck said sincerely, catching Chris’ small smile.

They sat there in silence for a while, and then Buck felt Chris move and nestle up against Buck’s side.

“Thanks, Buck. You’re a good friend.” Christopher said. “And if you’re not gonna leave, then I’m happy for you and dad.”

“That means more than anything, kid.” Buck exhaled with relief.

After a couple more minutes they got back to the living room, where Eddie was anxiously waiting on the couch. He looked at the smile on Chris’ face and looked relieved, but also a little confused.

“Hi.” he said, crouching down to Christopher’s eye level. “What’s that smile?”

“You and Buck are boyfriends.” Chris said happily. Eddie looked up at Buck with surprise. Buck shrugged and smiled innocently.

“What did you talk about in there?” Eddie asked, his tone surprised, a wide smile on his face.

“That’s private.” Buck said, sitting down on the couch. Eddie raised his eyebrow. “What? We can have our secrets.”

“Really?” Eddie’s gaze landed on his son again. Chris laughed.

“You don’t have to know everything.” he said and Eddie scoffed with surprise and amusement.

“I’m gonna leave that for now.” Eddie said, getting up. He had enough of arguing for one night. He was just happy that if Chris doesn’t want to talk to him about something, he’ll always have Buck to turn to. “I guess it’s time for bed.” he said.

As Chris went to get ready for bed, Eddie walked over to Buck and kissed him briefly. “You’re a miracle worker.”

“All I did was talk to him.” Buck rolled his eyes with a smile. Eddie just kissed him one more time. He was so glad that Buck and Chris have such a great relationship. And that he had a partner, who was going to be there with him and his son.

“Thank you.” he whispered, then going to check on Chris.

Then both Eddie and Buck went to tuck Chris in and tell him a story together.

***

He heavily sat on the couch, sighing. Buck chuckled, sitting next to him, and running his hand through Eddie’s hair.

“It was an emotional evening.” Buck said.

“Yeah.” Eddie chuckled, wrapping his arms around Buck and hiding his face in his neck. “Wanna tell me what you and Chris talked about?”

“Nope.” Buck said and Eddie raised his head to look at him. “Just be happy he’s good with us now.”

“Whatever, I’m too tired right now.” he put his head back down, feeling Buck’s hand play with his hair.

“Maybe you should just go to sleep?” Eddie made a small sound of agreement. “Okay. So go, and I will see you tomorrow at work, alright?” at that Eddie sat back up with a frown. “What?”

“Why don’t you just stay the night?” he suggested with a shrug. They’ve been dating for a while, but with Chris, if Buck would stay over, they would sleep separately, just in case. But Eddie just felt like falling asleep in the arms of the man he loves, and his son finally knew about their relationship, so he felt like he could have this.

“Sure.” Buck smiled.

“And by that I mean, in my bed, not on the couch.” Eddie clarified, and Buck chuckled, rolling his eyes.

Eddie got up and took Buck’s hand, pulling him to himself. When Buck was standing too, Eddie kissed him deeply. “I love you.” he whispered.

“I love you too, Eddie.” Buck said softly, and chuckled again as Eddie yawned. “C’mon, let’s go to bed.” he intertwined their fingers and led Eddie to the bedroom.

As Eddie was falling asleep, Buck’s arms wrapped around him, he felt happier than ever. The difficult evening had a happy ending, and now he didn’t have to hide his happiness from his son, who was fine with them dating. And he thought that maybe, sometime soon, he would ask Buck to move in with them. He was more than sure of their relationship and he knew that both he and Chris would love to have Buck around more. Besides, Eddie has never fallen asleep faster and has never been more comfortable, than with Buck in his bed.

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moonbeambucky · 5 years ago

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Hey Neighbor (Part 5)

Pairing: Bucky Barnes x Reader Word Count: 2276 Warnings: mentions of physical/verbal child abuse

Summary: You had a plan and then life came along with one of its own. With your future almost derailed you worked hard to get yourself back on track and finally everything seemed to be going right… that is, until your new neighbor moved in.

A/N: A huge thank you to my wonderful beta Sam @buckyofthemyscira Feedback is always appreciated!

PART 4 | HEY NEIGHBOR MASTERLIST

The subway doors opened letting people spill out before the anxious crowd pushed their way in. Some people rush to find the best spot, leaning against the railing of the wall or beside the door that leads to the other cars, others look for a seat or grab a pole to hold on to.

Everyone kept to themselves though there’s a knowing look between a few, in search of the source of the terrible odor that fills the car. Summer may almost be over but the use of deodorant should never, ever stop.

You couldn’t wait to be home, not only to save your nose from further inhaling the awful stench but because you needed to prepare your outfit for the following day. You put in to leave work a few hours early and unbeknownst to Maria it was so you could interview at Metro-General with Ms. Rodriguez.

You needed to make a good impression. The deadline for submitting your internship paperwork was quickly approaching and you really wanted to have everything settled.

When you were finally home you kicked off your shoes and swapped your blouse and skirt for a more comfortable pair of leggings and a loose tank top. Your closet was full of options and you pulled down a few hangers but you couldn’t think straight. Your stomach rumbled with hunger so you decided to make something to eat.

Opening the cabinet you found a value sized box of macaroni and cheese, something you had bought on those few occasions you made something at home for when Steve would come over and knowing his appetite, family sized meals were the most appropriate.

Water began to boil on the stove as you went back to the items hanging off the closet door knob. With food on the horizon you were able to decide on a white striped button down with slim navy trousers and beige heels. Some basic jewelry was set aside, nothing too flashy.

As you poured the macaroni into the boiling water you realized just how much food there was going to be but at least you would have leftovers. Chalky orange powder floated in the air as you mixed the “cheese” in with the cooked pasta, stirring around to ensure everything was properly coated.

Setting the food aside you opened your fridge to grab a drink, debating what would go best with mac and cheese before you heard a knock at your door. Steve was at the gym and even though you were overdue to see Wanda you didn’t think she would just drop in without notice.

Looking through the peephole your heart raced. Bucky.

Unlocking the door you pulled it open and smiled at your unexpected visitor. “Hey neighbor.”

He smiled, quickly taking in your casual appearance. Bucky didn’t know you very well but he did know that you were a busy woman and any chance you took to relax should be thoroughly enjoyed.

“Hey Y/N. Sorry to bother you but…” He brought his hand up with a snap, presenting the match to your missing sock. “I think this belongs to you. I hope it does at least, otherwise it would be weird that I stole a random sock,” he laughed.

You reached forward for the sock, immediately recognizing it as yours. Your face questioned how he found it and Bucky explained it must have been left in the washing machine.

“Aww thanks!”

“You’re welcome. Uhh, well, I’ll let you get back to your evening.”

Bucky took a step to walk towards his door before you called out to stop him. He turned around with surprise written on his face.

“So, I kinda made enough mac and cheese to feed a small army and if I’m being honest with myself I know I’ll wind up heating some up in the middle of the night and definitely regretting it.”

Bucky laughed at your admission which made you smile even wider.

“So what I’m trying to get at here is, are you hungry?”

Bucky hadn’t expected to hear that from you and upon further clarification he certainly didn’t expect you to be inviting him inside your apartment, but he happily did so, following behind you.

He stared at your apartment thinking somehow you had so much more space than he did even though the units were identical. He smiled at the delicate decor around your bedding, the feminine curtain framing your bed with soft lights shining through it. It made your bed seem inviting, like a soft cloud floating amongst the starry night sky.

You lead Bucky to your table, pushing books aside and piling stacks of paper on top of them.

“Your place is cute,” Bucky commented as his head continued to look around and observe things.

Two bowls were brought down as you scooped heaping amounts of the mac and cheese into them, placing one in front of Bucky and the other at the empty spot beside him.

“Uh, I’m not actually sure what drinks go with this,” you admitted, chuckling as you turned back to Bucky.

Opening the refrigerator again you called out what you had and Bucky accepted a beer and you snapped open a White Claw and took a sip. He eyed you suspiciously and smirked.

“Don’t look at me like that,” you joked.

Bucky ran his fork through the food, biting his lips to hold back an even bigger smile. “Like what?” he not-so-innocently asked.

“It’s the same look Steve gives me. I know they’re trendy but they’re actually really good!” you defended, taking a forkful of the still steaming macaroni.

“Is that your boyfriend?”

“Steve?! No, he’s just a really good friend.”

“Oh I just assumed since I know he’s here a lot.”

Your face twisted in confusion, worrying for a moment about the person you let into your apartment until Bucky eased your mind with the words you once told him, “thin walls.”

“Right.” You were partially relieved that your neighbor was not a creepy stalker, but you hoped you hadn’t heard all the times you were venting about him.

“Steve comes over to hang out and watch movies and stuff.”

“Oh, Netflix and chill? Do people still say that?” he wondered out loud.

“I don’t think they do,” you laughed. “Why, you jealous?”

You didn’t believe the words spoken had come out of your mouth. Where that brazen flirtation came from you don’t think you’ll ever know.

Bucky was just as caught off guard, swallowing his food at the same time unexpected nerves bubbled to the surface. “No…” he began.

“I’m just kidding. You don’t seem like the jealous type, especially with your, uh, frequent visitors.” Somehow things didn’t seem as awkward as the last time you brought the subject up.

“Yeah I’m not really a relationship guy,” he said confidently.

You found yourself explaining Steve’s situation with Lillian and how he needed a friend to take his mind off the pain. “I can’t blame him, having your trust broken like that is awful. He’s not ready to get back out there yet.”

Visible dark hair was speckled under his chin as Bucky tipped his head back to take a swig of the bottle. The bobbing of his Adam’s apple as he swallowed mesmerized your eyes, as did the single swipe of his tongue across his plump lips to lick away the excess liquid.

“What about you?” he asked.

“Me? I couldn’t tell you what a relationship was if it hit me in the face.”

Lazily you swirled the fork around your food. “I’ve been so busy with school the last few years and working full time on top of it. It’s rare that I meet someone new, let alone devote any time to them.”

You explained the history of your living situation to Bucky and the reason behind all those nights you’ve spent studying at The Grind House.

“That’s definitely stressful,” he let out a sigh. “So why social work?”

Sometimes people know what they want to be from a young age. If they really like animals they might become veterinarians or zoologists. Some people have a knack for science, some for teaching, others for law. Bucky has clearly loved music even before he realized he could make a career of it.

Things were always different for you. There was never a clear choice. You had hobbies but nothing ever stood out and even as you grew older and your interests changed there was still never a distinct path of where you wanted to take your life, not until everything you thought you knew about your best friend had been a lie.

You took a moment to collect yourself before opening up. Throughout your first year of middle school you were seated next to Pietro Maximoff, a friendly, quick witted class clown that made each day brighter.

Pietro’s twin Wanda was separated into a different class but you all shared the same lunch period and became friends. You were never allowed to go to the Maximoff’s house and you didn’t question it too much. You didn’t mind when Wanda hung out in your room after school but she was always in a rush to get home before dinner, before her father got home from work.

It wasn’t until high school that you learned about Django Maximoff and the violence he inflicted on his children. His drinking had always been out of control but he managed it until one day when he was driving and he nearly hit another car. Pietro was worried and questioned if his father was alright, his concerns were answered with a rough fist.

As his drinking increased so did the physical abuse which he enforced over anything. If Pietro ate too quickly Django smacked his head and told him to slow down. If Wanda ate too slow he would kick her shins with heavy boots under the table and tell her to not chew her food like a cow.

Their mother Marya sported bruises that matched her children as Django didn’t hold back with her either. He blamed her and the kids for all the problems they were having. If bills were too high it was because the kids watched too much TV. That problem was solved quickly one night when he threw Pietro into it.

He got the worst of the abuse, often protecting Wanda when he could, telling her to hide in a closet or under the bed as he took each whip of the belt and every spiteful word that spewed from Django’s evil tongue.

Marya wanted to leave Django but he threatened to kill the children in front of her if she tried, he told Wanda and Pietro the same thing and so the family were hostages in their own home, left to keep their painful truth a secret for as long as they could.

You hated the days of Pietro’s absence, selfishly missing the way your friend could always make you laugh when unbeknownst to you he was at home recovering from an injury that was too great to hide at school.

A drunken crash finally removed Django from their lives but the damage was done. Left with large debts and little money Marya struggled to keep a roof over their heads.

Sometimes people do the wrong thing for the right reasons. By the time you were in high school Pietro dropped out and got involved with some bad people. The gang he was with gave him the opportunity to help provide for his mother and Wanda but they protested. Marya was looking into moving somewhere else, declare bankruptcy and start over, start fresh but it was too late.

“Pietro died.” Your voice cracked as the pain of bringing up the memories flooded your heart. “There was a shooting with a rival gang. Piet didn’t even have a gun but he ran out in the middle of everything to protect some kid from the crossfire.”

Bucky noticed the tears that brimmed over your eyes. You took another sip from the can, hoping that as you tipped your head back the tears would retreat. You really didn’t want to cry and make things awkward.

With another deep inhale you continued, “Pietro was robbed of his childhood and nobody did anything to protect him. It always stuck with me, I think about the signs looking back. There should have been someone there to help them, to intervene when they were growing up maybe, just maybe this wouldn’t have happened.”

A tear managed to slip out but you wiped it away quickly. You didn’t have to say anymore, Bucky understood why. Every long day at work followed by a longer night of school, every minute you spent devoted to your studies, all of it was worth it to bring you closer to the promise you made yourself, helping the Pietro’s of the world that needed a hand to pull them from the darkness.

Dinner was finished shortly after and Bucky offered to help clean up but you declined. Bringing up the past made you long for a good, deep cry, one you didn’t really want to do in front of your new neighbor.

Bucky lingered at the door before leaving, acting on the thoughts he quickly processed in his mind. He leaned in to hug you, quickly because he wasn’t quite sure if you would be okay with that but firm enough to offer emotional support after you opened up to him. You nearly cried again as you felt his strong hold against you but thankfully you held out, letting the tears slip out after the door shut behind him. Bucky wasn’t so bad after all.

PART 6

#bucky x reader #bucky barnes x reader #bucky barnes fanfiction #bucky barnes au #bucky barnes series

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saleintothe90s · 3 years ago

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440. Slim Fast

So, Slim Fast is embedded in some of my earliest memories. It was the first commercial I ever made fun of when I was five or six years old. Dad and I were watching TV, and there was a commercial where the lady said she lost five pounds or whatever. I remember I like, stopped from my coloring, and mimicked her. It was one of the last times I made my dad laugh.

(but also, ew. hot cocoa?)

There’s the shaker!

My mom also bought into any diet fad back then and bought Slim Fast all the time and even let me have it for lunch alongside her during the Summers, because I too was fat. She made it in a little shaker container. I think she even won a bike at the Commissary for buying a 2 pack of slim fast during the peak of Slim-Fast-iness in the early 90s?! I just remember something about slim fast, a bike, the commissary, and dad giving it or selling it to one of the guys he worked with.

Back in the late 80s and early 90s, baseball great Tommy Lasorda was the face of Slim Fast in advertising. My most favorite commercial he did was for the short-lived Slim Fast you mixed with juice instead of milk. So of course, the most unhealthiest one was my favorite back then. It was an orange-pineappe flavor.

I found this from a biography about Tommy, turns out he hated the stuff 2:

Another celebrity that advertised the stuff was Willard Scott -- who at the same time was doing ads for Carnival Cruise Lines where he was basking in the glory of the giant buffet. 1 Also, rest in pancakes to Willard Scott, he died recently. America’s Uncle Willard.

In 1991, it was even offered in some restaurants:

Southern California restaurants, hoping to lure dedicated dieters, are now featuring Ultra Slim-Fast on their menus. At Sunset Boulevard's trendy Le Petit Four, the diet drink tops the list of breakfast offerings. Selling at $3 a pop, the bistro gets 15 to 18 orders a week. Marie Callender's, a chain famous for its pies, is also serving Slim-Fast, but it's not a big mover. 5

Around New Years of 1992, Slim Fast expanded big time (er) with food!

Can we discuss the slim fast CARTON?

I want to drink Slim Fast out of a carton so bad now. I wonder what was the difference between this and the can though. The can was out at the same time. Did they sit in convenience stores right next to the milk?

OH speaking of Slim Fast at a convenience store!! I just remembered! A million years ago I saw a video on YouTube of these two bicyclists? who stopped at a convenience store out in the middle of nowhere for a snack. One of the guys got a slim fast shake in a can. He cracked it open and noticed it tasted terrible. It had been in the fridge in the store 3 years past its expiration. I searched high and low for the video, but it looks like it’s long gone. I found it! They were on a road trip and one guy’s slim fast was fermented. It had only been expired for a year though. I totally mis remembered it. Me in 2008 watching YouTube at 3am.

I miss the Slim Fast in a can. It tasted so much better than the bottle ones they have now, which always, always taste like plastic.

I found a review for the mac n cheese where food columnist Judy Fitzgibbons stated that the pasta had “no flavor” and a “medicinal aftertaste and odor”. 3

Those peanut butter crunch bars were delicious.

Ooof that instant soup. It belongs in an office drawer.

Here’s an example of a slim fast day. Don’t forget your slim fast salad dressing !

...and slim fast ice cream.

The pretzels got a “poor” rating in a 1993 issue of Shape. They couldn’t even get pretzels right.

In closing, here are some recipes, I think these are from 1990. Christina is Christina Ferrare who also did commercials for the product.

1. Staff, Newsweek. “Living Large.” Newsweek, August 21, 1994. https://www.newsweek.com/living-large-187732.

2. Plaschke, Bill, and Tommy Lasorda. I Live for This! Baseball’s Last True Believer. Boston: Houghton Mifflin, 2007.

3. Fitzgibbons, Judy. “On the Label.” Cedar Rapids Gazette, November 17, 1992.

4. Akers, Charlene. Obesity. Lucent Overview Series. San Diego: Lucent Books, 2000.

5. Zeman, Ned. “Hold The Mayo.” Newsweek, October 13, 1991. https://www.newsweek.com/hold-mayo-204764.

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thadelightfulone · 4 years ago

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All I Want... 25 Days of Christmas Challenge, Day 4

November 21st - Part 1

DeeDee stretched out her arms, hitting another warm body. Startled, she jumped up and almost fell out of the bed. She looked over to see Phyllis and Beverly laid askew on her bed still in their club clothes. She glanced down and saw that she was smart enough to take her jeans off. Rubbing her eyes, she headed to the bathroom to clean up.

When she came out, neither one of them had moved. Just dead to the world, she shook her head. DeeDee really loved her girls, but remembered that this is why she rarely went out with them anymore. More often than not, she never remembered what happened, her body hurt the next day, or both. She threw on a tank top and some sweats, then pulled her long curls up into a messy bun.

She walked into her living room and decided to make some tea. As the water boiled, she stepped out of the small kitchen to do a few stretches and release the tension in her body. DeeDee stood with her legs shoulder width apart, then leaned over and just let her body hang down with the tips of her fingers brushing the floor. She swayed side-to-side before slowly rolling back up as soon as the kettle whistled.

DeeDee chose her favorite ginger and lavender loose leaf tea, added the tea ball to her mug, then poured the water over it. Since she was working on autopilot, she recited her morning affirmations. With her cup of tea prepared, she went out onto her patio and set it down. She popped back inside to grab her laptop from her desk.

After her temporary work space was set up, DeeDee sat back on her wooden chaise lounger, then grabbed her mug and inhaled the calming aroma. She booted up her laptop and sipped on her tea. The blinking email icon drew her attention.

DeeDee opened the application and saw a few emails regarding her inquiries into other tenure-track positions. When she saw the latest email to arrive, she inhaled too deeply and started to choke as the hot tea coated her throat. She set the mug down on the small table and waved her hands as she tried to catch her breath and allow cool air into her mouth. Once settled, DeeDee looked into her apartment to see if she woke Phyllis and Beverly and whether they were nearby.

“Oh my god, he wrote back.” She whispered out and pulled the computer into her lap.

DeeDee clicked on the link, took a deep breath and read his email.

“Awww, so he remembers what he wrote all those years ago -- that’s so sweet. Wait, what!?! He wishes that kind of love for me?” DeeDee smiled and closed her eyes at that. “Oooop, okay why did he just say what Phyll said?” She chuckled at the thought.

“Who said what I did?” Phyllis slowly made her way over to DeeDee, who immediately slammed the laptop close.

“No one. I was just reading a story.” She grabbed her tea to occupy her hands.

“Liar, what you hiding?” Beverly walked around and grabbed the computer from DeeDee’s lap.

She sat at the end of the chaise and opened the laptop. Beverly waved Phyllis over and patted the area to the left of her. Phyllis looked over at DeeDee and smirked.

“He really wrote you back?”

“Now that is a story.” Phyllis laughed, “Oh, he thought he sounded like a lame little virgin, too? Good to know.

“So, what are you writing back?” Beverly asked.

DeeDee sipped her tea, “Ummm --”

“You may want to ask about him skipping over the biggest part of your original email.” Phyllis interjected.

“I missed that. Do you think maybe he’s married?” Bev looked between the both of them.

“Hey, can I just answer the man’s question first before asking about his personal relationships?” DeeDee put her tea back on the table.

“Fine, what are you gonna say?”

“Phyll, just stop.” DeeDee leaned forward and snatched the laptop. “I don’t know yet. Why are you so worried about it?”

Phyllis put her hands up, “Okay, my bad. Sorry.” She turned to Beverly, “I got work in a few hours. Do you need a ride home?”

“Yeah, let me grab my stuff.” Beverly ran back into the apartment.

“Be careful, Dee. You know nothing about this man, and he could tell you anything.”

“I know, Phylly Phyll. It’s harmless, so I’ll be fine.” DeeDee shrugged at her. “I promise. I can handle it.”

Beverly came back out, “Gimme love. We gotta go.”

DeeDee stood up, gave out hugs and walked them to the door.

When they left, she walked back onto her patio and stood at the end of the chaise. She knew Phyllis was right to warn her. But DeeDee figured if he did not acknowledge finding his parents’ love, then he already had it. Knowing that, there was nothing for her to be worried about, especially since she was never gonna meet him. She was gonna send him a response and call the whole thing done.

DeeDee paced around her chaise while she thought over how to answer his question. When it finally came to her, she sat down and picked up the computer and started to type.

SUBJECT: RE: ‘MgYHeArTaNdSOULa’

Hi Dr. Stevens,

To answer your question -- I am kind of nosey. After finding the note, I was curious about the kind of person who would write about finding a love like that. I just never expected to find out that the note predated my arrival to Southern. GO JAGUARS!!!

Anyways, I guess I could ask you the same question -- why would you respond to some random stranger sending you an email about a long-forgotten note?

Thank you. I hope you enjoy your weekend as well.

DeeDee

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Erik usually ran 3 miles in the mornings before the sun rose, but decided to enjoy a lazy morning. It was Saturday and for once, he was not expected in the office. When he finally got up at 9, he changed into a compression tank and some workout shorts. He decided to go to the park up the block and run a few laps around the track since he knew it would be open by now.

As Erik passed by the basketball courts, he saw a group of teenagers chilling on the benches.

“Yo, Mr. E!” A voice called out.

He recognized most of them from the Center, when he actually ran some of the afterschool programs. Erik slowed up his pace and headed towards the courts. A couple of them looked up as he came over. He dapped them all up.

“What up, Jax?”

“You want to play some ball?” The tallest kid in the group spoke up again.

Erik looked at his watch, “Yeah, I got some time to run a few games.”

It was early afternoon when Erik parted ways with the neighborhood boys, who all promised to drop by the Center. As he made his way back onto his street, he jogged backwards and waved towards his neighbors as he made his way back to the house.

Erik went to the kitchen to grab some water. While he was drinking, the chime on his tablet went off. He walked to where it laid on his counter and then remembered that Marquis was supposed to send him the details for the Retirement party. He could look at it later, so he went upstairs to wash up.

After coming back downstairs in a hoodie and some sweats, Erik went to his fridge to figure out what to eat for lunch. He pulled out some chicken breasts, zucchini, squash, carrots and some red bell peppers. He went to his cabinets to get some penne. Roasted Pasta Primavera was calling his name.

Erik started boiling the pasta and set everything else on the counter. He then turned on his favorite Spotify list before he chopped up and seasoned all the chicken and vegetables. He hummed along to Meshell Ndegeocello, and pulled out both a saute and sheet pan. Erik dropped the chicken into the hot pan, threw the vegetables in the oven and checked on the pasta when the music was interrupted by a text message coming through.

Quis: Check your email. I just sent you the details.

Erik picked up the tablet and noticed he had 15 unread emails. Marquis’ email was on top, just sent within the last 10 minutes. He sat down at the counter, and noticed most were from work. He would look at those later. Before Erik set the tablet back down, he saw the now familiar subject line from DeeDee. He opened it to see how she responded to his question.

Erik smiled when she owned up to her nosiness. But he couldn’t blame her, it was the same reason he sent her a response. That and loneliness, but it’s not like he has to share that part.

“Oh, that’s cute.” He chuckled when she cheered for Southern. “And she got me.”

He stared at the last part of her email and then set the tablet down. Erik needed a moment to figure out how to address the question she asked. He turned around to continue cooking.

Erik checked on the pasta, chicken, and vegetables. He flipped the chicken and took the pasta off the burner to drain. He grabbed a big bowl and added the pasta to it. The veggies needed a few more minutes, so he pulled out butter to build the sauce.

With the chicken done, Erik added the butter, some fresh parsley and basil into the saute pan. He mixed everything together with the chicken and vegetables, and then added it to the pasta. He left everything to settle in the bowl.

Erik returned to where the tablet was on his island and began typing out his response. Happy with what he wrote, he sent the email and went to make a plate.

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DeeDee just finished folding up her laundry when she heard a familiar chime. She went to her desk to see which device had an alert. She was waiting for her pizza to be delivered since didn’t feel like cooking. Nothing appeared on her phone, so she looked over at her computer.

“Well, that was quick.” She smiled and brought the laptop to the couch. She sat down and read Erik’s latest email.

SUBJECT: RE: ‘MgYHeArTaNdSOULa’

Good afternoon DeeDee,

Well, it can’t possibly be a long-forgotten note if I remember it and where I left it, right?

But to answer your question - I was just as curious about the person who found my note and actually deciphered the key phrases I had randomly placed on the page. It says a lot about you.

Something tells me that besides tricking others into thinking that you read one of my articles, you must be a Chemistry or Biochemistry major.

And now that you know who I am. If you actually ever need some help, I am a great resource.

Oh, and please call me Erik. I haven’t been called Dr. Stevens in years.

Just as DeeDee finished reading the email, her doorbell rang. She put the computer down and jumped up to answer the door. She put the pizza on her coffee table and went to the kitchen. She grabbed a glass and a chilled bottle of wine.

She popped the cork and poured her first glass. DeeDee took a sip before she looked back at the email.

“Call you Erik, huh?” Taking another sip, she set the glass down and picked up her laptop. “Well, Erik, it’s nice to meet you.” She giggled and tapped out her response.

SUBJECT: RE: ‘MgYHeArTaNdSOULa’

Good evening Erik,

You have a point. We would not be chatting now if you didn’t know what I was talking about.

And you are correct. I am actually a doctoral student focusing on Environmental Toxicology. So, I know why I needed the book, but what about you? That seems a little advanced for a Computer Science major.

Actually, there is something that you can help me with. Why did you leave the note in the book? And you never did say whether you found what you were looking for?

Sincerely,

Curious DeeDee

DeeDee read it over and hit ‘send.’ She opened up the pizza and pulled a piece out. She took a big bite and moaned around it. Her night is off to a great start.

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xoluvx · 4 years ago

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cardigan; spideychelle

» pairing: peter parker x michelle jones » song: cardigan » word count: 4.4K

𝐕𝐢𝐧𝐭𝐚𝐠𝐞 𝐭𝐞𝐞, 𝐛𝐫𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐧𝐞𝐰 𝐩𝐡𝐨𝐧𝐞 𝐇𝐢𝐠𝐡 𝐡𝐞𝐞𝐥𝐬 𝐨𝐧 𝐜𝐨𝐛𝐛𝐥𝐞𝐬𝐭𝐨𝐧𝐞𝐬 𝐖𝐡𝐞𝐧 𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐚𝐫𝐞 𝐲𝐨𝐮𝐧𝐠, 𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐲 𝐚𝐬𝐬𝐮𝐦𝐞 𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐤𝐧𝐨𝐰 𝐧𝐨𝐭𝐡𝐢𝐧𝐠

MJ walked down the paved sidewalk; she gripped her phone in one hand, the strap of her schoolbag on the other. Her heavy boots clicked clacked on the unsteady concrete as she saw her destination on the horizon.

She cursed herself under her breath looking at her phone. She was going to be late at this point. Why bother? She took in a deep breath as she stopped to rest; straightening her back realizing how heavy her bag really was.

The sweat made the back of her t-shirt cling to her back and she quickly aired it as she finally approached the building. Her hand wrapped around the cold metal opening the door. Glancing left and right, she had no idea which way her classroom was. This was going to be a long semester.

𝐒𝐞𝐪𝐮𝐢𝐧 𝐬𝐦𝐢𝐥𝐞, 𝐛𝐥𝐚𝐜𝐤 𝐥𝐢𝐩𝐬𝐭𝐢𝐜𝐤 𝐒𝐞𝐧𝐬𝐮𝐚𝐥 𝐩𝐨𝐥𝐢𝐭𝐢𝐜𝐬 𝐖𝐡𝐞𝐧 𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐚𝐫𝐞 𝐲𝐨𝐮𝐧𝐠, 𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐲 𝐚𝐬𝐬𝐮𝐦𝐞 𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐤𝐧𝐨𝐰 𝐧𝐨𝐭𝐡𝐢𝐧𝐠

When she finally made herself comfortable, having realized that she was in fact ten minutes early and the class started at 9:15 and not 9:00am like she’d somehow remembered, she reached for her water bottle taking a sip.

The minutes dragged out before the professor entered the room, apologizing for being a minute late. She sympathized with the female, knowing how much she hated the feeling of being late.

“We’ll be going over the syllabus today and I’ll be answering questions. If we have time-“ the professor was in the middle of her speech when the door flung open. A very flushed brown haired boy sprung through the door. His backpack hung loosely from his shoulder.

His eyes instantly softened when he realized he was late and had interrupted the professor. His mouth formed an ‘O’ and his brows raised as he apologized repetitively.

MJ was doodling on her notebook, but raised her head when she heard the commotion. Her face horrified yet amused as she watched Peter fuss, shuffling through the open area searching for a seat. His eyes instantly caught MJ’s and he smiled brightly. He apologized one last time as MJ removed her bag from the chair next to her; a chair she’d purposely saved for him.

“Very smooth, Parker.” MJ softly teased looking straight ahead at the professor who was shaking her head trying to get past the incident.

“The mission ran later than I thought,” he whispered dropping his backpack on the floor trying to catch his breath as he adjusted his casual button down. MJ could see a hint of red peeking through the crevices: his suit.

Now looking at the PowerPoint the professor had pulled up on the projector, MJ passed her water bottle to Peter who gladly took it gulping down the rest of the water. MJ smirked hearing him gulp. Her heart fluttering as she provided him with her form of comfort.

𝐁𝐮𝐭 𝐈 𝐤𝐧𝐞𝐰 𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐃𝐚𝐧𝐜𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐢𝐧 𝐲𝐨𝐮𝐫 𝐋𝐞𝐯𝐢'𝐬 𝐃𝐫𝐮𝐧𝐤 𝐮𝐧𝐝𝐞𝐫 𝐚 𝐬𝐭𝐫𝐞𝐞𝐭𝐥𝐢𝐠𝐡𝐭

“Can you believe we’re one year closer to graduation?” Peter hummed as he skipped in front of her. MJ was walking calmly as she watched him bounce; his usual energetic self. MJ chuckled wrapping her arms around her body.

“We just started our third year,” she reasoned, though she knew there was no reasoning with Peter right now. “Besides, if you keep pulling stunts like today, you’ll be here an extra year.” She joked recalling what had happened that morning.

Peter stopped waiting for her to catch up. He smiled watching her glance at him, her arms still around her body as she looked at him sweetly.

“Good thing I have my voice of reason right here,” he smiled pointing at her as he started running backwards. The alcohol had definitely gone to his head, MJ thought as she watched him glance around making sure no one was around before flinging his body around a lamp post.

“Voice of reason says you’re going to get hurt,” MJ hollered as he continued running. The alcohol in her system was making her sleepy, and it’d almost disappeared because she was starting to feel cold again. The crop top she was wearing now seemed like a bad idea and she hurried to get back to her dorm; and catch up to Peter.

𝐈 𝐤𝐧𝐞𝐰 𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐇𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐮𝐧𝐝𝐞𝐫 𝐦𝐲 𝐬𝐰𝐞𝐚𝐭𝐬𝐡𝐢𝐫𝐭 𝐁𝐚𝐛𝐲 𝐤𝐢𝐬𝐬 𝐢𝐭 𝐛𝐞𝐭𝐭𝐞𝐫, 𝐫𝐢𝐠𝐡𝐭

MJ came out of the small bathroom built into her dorm room. Her hair wet, feet tucked into her slippers. She glanced at Peter who was laying down on her bed; his clothes discarded on her desk chair. He straightened up when he saw her come out in his Midtown sweatshirt, her legs bare apart from the pink fuzzy slippers. Yes, MJ wore pink in the comfort of her dorm room.

Peter smiled scooting in the bed making room for her. She slid in next to him resting her head on the pillow. Usually she’d wait until her hair was a little drier, but she was too tired. Her eyes felt heavy and the shower had only made her sleepier.

Peter pulled her comforter over their bodies as she cuddled into his chest. He was warm to the touch; the heat radiated from his body and offered comfort to MJ. Peter snuggled further into her as she rested in the nook of his neck; her body slightly folding into his.

His hand spread across her bare back as it usually did; holding her close like he usually did. An old habit now. He kissed the top of her head before kissing her forehead until MJ leaned her head back and he kissed her lips tenderly. They both smiled into the kiss before readjusting themselves to their previous sleeping position.

“Goodnight,” Peter whispered kissing the top of her head one last time before closing his eyes drifting to sleep.

𝐀 𝐟𝐫𝐢𝐞𝐧𝐝 𝐭𝐨 𝐚𝐥𝐥 𝐢𝐬 𝐚 𝐟𝐫𝐢𝐞𝐧𝐝 𝐭𝐨 𝐧𝐨𝐧𝐞 𝐂𝐡𝐚𝐬𝐞 𝐭𝐰𝐨 𝐠𝐢𝐫𝐥𝐬, 𝐥𝐨𝐬𝐞 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐨𝐧𝐞 𝐖𝐡𝐞𝐧 𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐚𝐫𝐞 𝐲𝐨𝐮𝐧𝐠, 𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐲 𝐚𝐬𝐬𝐮𝐦𝐞 𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐤𝐧𝐨𝐰 𝐧𝐨𝐭𝐡𝐢𝐧𝐠

“I’ve assigned partners randomly. This assignment is worth thirty-percent of your grade,” the professor explained as Peter glanced at MJ giving her a playful worried face. His eyebrows were raised and if he weren’t in class right now he would’ve stuck his tongue out at her.

MJ returned the look leaning her head on her hand before glancing back at the screen which displayed the partnerships. Her blank face slightly saddened when she saw she was partnered with a random girl and not Peter.

Peter scanned the screen; he gave MJ a tight line smile noticing they weren’t partners. His hand slide under the desk intertwining their pinky fingers. Their secret way of comforting each other.

Usually MJ wouldn’t mind working with someone else. Heck, her and Peter rarely shared classes. But, she knew the girl who was partnered with Peter and it was almost as if the universe was casting a curse on their relationship.

Since day one, almost as if she had smelled Peter stepping on to campus, this girl was not very discreet about her feelings towards him. She was desperate for his attention; MJ could bet she was jumping of joy in her head that she was working on such a large project with her boyfriend.

MJ cringed slightly. Yes, Peter was her boyfriend. However, boyfriend felt like such a superficial term to her. Peter was more than that. Peter was her confidant, her number one supporter, her - dare she say - everything. That was a scary thought, she shuddered gripping Peter’s pinky tighter.

“Don’t worry,” Peter’s voice echoed in her ear snapping her out of her thoughts. Class was dismissed; everyone around them were stuffing their books in their bags or sprinting out the door to their next class.

MJ let go of Peter’s pinky pushing out of her chair. She grabbed her bag from the floor carefully putting her stuff away.

“I’m not worried about you,” she whispered turning to look at Peter having put the last of her belongings in her bag. She looked at him sincerely trying to give him a small smile, but she found it hard as a brunette approached Peter from behind.

She tapped his shoulder with a coy smile never once looking at MJ, who clearly held an inch or two over Peter. Clenching her jaw she watched Peter turn with confusion.

“Hey Pete,” she beamed revealing her pearly whites. “Guess we’re partners.” MJ could see half of her face. Part of her lip was tucked under her teeth as she tried giving him a set of innocent eyes. MJ could read right through her.

But Peter, sweet sweet Peter, was easier to fool.

𝐁𝐮𝐭 𝐈 𝐤𝐧𝐞𝐰 𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐏𝐥𝐚𝐲𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐡𝐢𝐝𝐞-𝐚𝐧𝐝-𝐬𝐞𝐞𝐤 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐆𝐢𝐯𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐦𝐞 𝐲𝐨𝐮𝐫 𝐰𝐞𝐞𝐤𝐞𝐧𝐝𝐬

“Got the goods,” Peter exclaimed walking into the communal kitchen with a box of pasta and a reusable bag filled with, what MJ assumed, stuff for the sauce.

MJ smiled getting up from the table where she was typing away on her laptop. Peter started pulling out the items from the bag as MJ planted an innocent kiss on his cheek. Her hand rested on his back for a few seconds watching him concentrate. She could imagine what he was currently thinking: where to start first.

“I forgot the cheese,” Peter furrowed his brows innocently looking at MJ.

“I think I have some,” MJ reassured scurrying from the kitchen and down the hall to her room. She opened her mini-fridge spotting the cheese before heading back to the kitchen.

MJ opened the kitchen door. Peter, who’d been patiently waiting for her to return, jumped from behind the door causing MJ to give a small yelp as she clutched her chest; the cheese still tight in her hand.

“Parker!” MJ squealed hitting him playfully on his arm. Peter’s contagious laugh filled the small kitchen which was now warm as the pasta boiled in the pot. MJ tried regaining her composure, but Peter wrapped his arms around her cradling her like a baby as he sprinkled kisses all around her face.

It was moments like these that MJ wished she could solidify on paper like she did with her drawings so she could come back to them and relive them all over again.

Peter reached for MJ’s hand as the two of them sat across from each other eating the last of their pasta. MJ, used to Peter’s impulsive touches which were predominantly due to his love language, concentrated on her pasta giving him a reassuring squeeze.

Peter’s phone flashed, a faint ping traveled between the too, and MJ couldn’t help but look at the phone resting near Peter’s plate. Her heart instantly sunk and her hand fell limp against Peter’s when she saw it was from the brunette in their class.

MJ wasn’t the type to make a big deal of things. So she simply ignored it letting go of Peter’s hand watching her empty plate.

“Are you done?” She asked clearing her throat. Peter nodded and she grabbed both their plates walking to the small sink near the stove. When she’d turned on the faucet, she heard Peter’s phone ping again. She tried hard not to glance at him from the corner of her eye, but she’d finished the dishes and his phone had pinged for the third time.

“What does she want?” MJ asked trying not to sound annoyed suddenly turning to Peter after turning off the faucet. Peter cleared his throat shifting in his chair, he quickly placed the phone face down turning it off.

“Nothing,” he shook his head giving her a faint smile.

A smile that MJ was not buying.

𝐈 𝐤𝐧𝐞𝐰 𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐘𝐨𝐮𝐫 𝐡𝐞𝐚𝐫𝐭𝐛𝐞𝐚𝐭 𝐨𝐧 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐇𝐢𝐠𝐡 𝐋𝐢𝐧𝐞 𝐎𝐧𝐜𝐞 𝐢𝐧 𝐭𝐰𝐞𝐧𝐭𝐲 𝐥𝐢𝐟𝐞𝐭𝐢𝐦𝐞𝐬

MJ’s hair flowed with the wind as Peter held her tight with one arm. His other hand shot webs as their bodies flung through the air. MJ’s face was buried in Peter’s neck as she held on for dear life. It’d taken a while, but they’d finally reached a point where she trusted him enough to let him take her on random late night dates swinging from buildings as if he were Tarzan.

They landed on their feet, MJ still holding on tight before whispering in his ear, “never again.” She joked referring to the first time he’d ever taken her on one of these trips.

Peter chuckled still holding her with one arm as she slowly unglued herself from him. He looked out at the view, the twinkling buildings in contrast with the clouded sky.

"I love you,” Peter croaked looking at MJ who was looking at the shimmering buildings. Her nonchalant face slowly revealed a smile as she glanced at him. Her eyes twinkling, reflecting a sheen from the bright moon.

"I love you,” MJ whispered feeling Peter’s arm wrap around her again. The endless thoughts of insecurity crept out of her body as she allowed herself to sink into Peter.

𝐀𝐧𝐝 𝐰𝐡𝐞𝐧 𝐈 𝐟𝐞𝐥𝐭 𝐥𝐢𝐤𝐞 𝐈 𝐰𝐚𝐬 𝐚𝐧 𝐨𝐥𝐝 𝐜𝐚𝐫𝐝𝐢𝐠𝐚𝐧 𝐮𝐧𝐝𝐞𝐫 𝐬𝐨𝐦𝐞𝐨𝐧𝐞'𝐬 𝐛𝐞𝐝 𝐘𝐨𝐮 𝐩𝐮𝐭 𝐦𝐞 𝐨𝐧 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐬𝐚𝐢𝐝 𝐈 𝐰𝐚𝐬 𝐲𝐨𝐮𝐫 𝐟𝐚𝐯𝐨𝐫𝐢𝐭𝐞

“Come here,” Peter cooed extending his arms so MJ could crawl into them. She did so gladly snuggling into his body. She turned slightly so he was still holding her close, but her back was against his chest. Her feet tucked between his legs as she gripped his arms gently.

She glanced around his room. They were so comfortable with each other. A few of her stuff were neatly resting on a corner of his desk, never mind the multiple drawings she’d deemed a waste, but he’d snuck them from her recycling bin when she wasn’t looking and hung them on his wall.

Feeling at peace, she allowed herself to drift to sleep. A sleepy Peter planted a kiss on the back of her head.

𝐓𝐨 𝐤𝐢𝐬𝐬 𝐢𝐧 𝐜𝐚𝐫𝐬 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐝𝐨𝐰𝐧𝐭𝐨𝐰𝐧 𝐛𝐚𝐫𝐬 𝐖𝐚𝐬 𝐚𝐥𝐥 𝐰𝐞 𝐧𝐞𝐞𝐝𝐞𝐝

“It’ll be fun,” Peter cooed holding MJ’s hand tighter as they approached the noisy bar. MJ was not one to go out in large crowds. Mainly because she was socially awkward; add on top drunk people she didn’t know how to interact with, it just made her anxiety peak.

MJ groaned but smiled as Peter kissed her hand.

“I’m going to the bathroom,” MJ spoke over the noise trying to get Peter’s attention who was currently trying to get the attention of the bartender. He nodded smiling signaling he’d heard her and MJ ventured into the crowd to get to the bathroom.

Of course they don’t have hand towels, MJ thought as she begrudgingly wiped her hands on her black jeans. She scanned the crowd trying to spot if Peter was still at the bar as she got closer.

But her heart quickly sunk when she saw Peter, who was not alone. His fingers were wrapped around a beer bottle as he squinted his brows with a faint smile on his lips. MJ’s blood boiled as she saw the small girl from class near him, too close to him, laughing it up as if Peter was the funniest person on Earth.

MJ’s hands formed into fists and though she wanted to stomp over there and give her a piece of her mind, she stopped. Her heart felt like it had stopped as well. She’d forgotten how to breath as she saw the girl get on her tip toes and brush her lips against Peter’s cheek near the corner of his lips. And he didn’t push her away.

MJ felt her chest tighten, she pushed through the crowd finding the exit not bothering to look back or let Peter know that she’d left. She couldn’t think straight; she could only see red. She was surprised she even made it back to her dorm room.

𝐘𝐨𝐮 𝐝𝐫𝐞𝐰 𝐬𝐭𝐚𝐫𝐬 𝐚𝐫𝐨𝐮𝐧𝐝 𝐦𝐲 𝐬𝐜𝐚𝐫𝐬 𝐁𝐮𝐭 𝐧𝐨𝐰 𝐈'𝐦 𝐛𝐥𝐞𝐞𝐝𝐢𝐧𝐠

The hot tears streamed down her face as she laid in bed still wearing what she’d stepped into the club with. She felt lightheaded and this was definitely the hardest she’d cried in months, maybe even years.

Her phone rang loudly causing her heart to beat louder. It was Peter.

She let it ring before seeing that she had multiple texts from him. All of them asking where she’d gone. If she was okay.

She wasn’t.

Her phone rang once again; this time, she scurried out of bed searching for the biggest bag in her closet. She stuffed it with whatever she could. She couldn’t be here. She needed to leave. She needed to clear her mind and remove herself from the situation.

𝐈 𝐤𝐧𝐞𝐰 𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐓𝐫𝐢𝐞𝐝 𝐭𝐨 𝐜𝐡𝐚𝐧𝐠𝐞 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐞𝐧𝐝𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐏𝐞𝐭𝐞𝐫 𝐥𝐨𝐬𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐖𝐞𝐧𝐝𝐲

Peter knocked on MJ’s door intensely hoping she was in her room. Hoping she’d answer the door after the next knock. He pressed his head against the wooden door trying to listen; it was silent. Pulling his phone out of his pocket, he looked at his screen. Nothing. No texts, no missed calls.

Opening his messages, he typed quickly sending her yet another text.

I’m getting worried. Where are you?

He sighed when she didn’t answer. Dragging his feet, he made his way to his room. It felt like he’d been hit with a ton of bricks, worse even (and he’d been struck by a whole train before). His chest felt weird. His body shook as he worried about MJ not knowing where she was or if she was okay.

He let his body flop on his bed reaching for his phone. With little hope, he clicked on her name. He heard the phone ring a couple times before the silence that surrounded her filled his phone.

“MJ! Are you okay? Where the hell are you?” Peter sat up straight. He was relieved even if she wasn’t saying anything. At least she’d picked up the phone.

“I’m home,” her voiced cracked slightly and Peter could hear her body shift; her sheets rustling as her body moved. The phone was pressed under her cheek on her pillow. Her voice was muffled as she spoke once again.

“I knew this was too good to be true,” she muttered sniffling. Peter felt his heart break into a million little pieces imaging how red her eyes must have been at this very second. Her nose stuffy as she tried to control the rush of tears coming back up.

“Why are you saying that?” Peter’s voice cracked as well on the verge of his own set of tears. His chest felt heavy listening to MJ sniffle knowing he was the reason. Knowing he couldn’t do anything about it.

“Let’s face it Peter-“ she shuffled again sitting up on the bed. “-nobody thought we were going to make it past high school and they were right. I mean I was holding on to this idea of us and it’s very clear you don’t belong with me,” she finally sobbed letting go. Peter felt his heart slowly shattering as each word reached his ear. Before long, he heard the call end and he was left with her words floating around his room.

𝐁𝐮𝐭 𝐈 𝐤𝐧𝐞𝐰 𝐲𝐨𝐮'𝐝 𝐥𝐢𝐧𝐠𝐞𝐫 𝐥𝐢𝐤𝐞 𝐚 𝐭𝐚𝐭𝐭𝐨𝐨 𝐤𝐢𝐬𝐬 𝐈 𝐤𝐧𝐞𝐰 𝐲𝐨𝐮'𝐝 𝐡𝐚𝐮𝐧𝐭 𝐚𝐥𝐥 𝐨𝐟 𝐦𝐲 𝐰𝐡𝐚𝐭-𝐢𝐟𝐬

“Peter, what are you doing here?” Aunt May asked standing up from the couch to see her nephew, a duffel bag on his shoulder as he shut the door. “Classes?” she asked raising a brow with confusion while flailing her arms for added effect.

“Just thought I’d come home earlier,” he muttered heading to his room.

“Hold on, young man. What about finals?” Aunt May pried rushing after him crossing her arms as he turned to look at her. He shrugged not really up for the conversation.

“Online. Projects I already turned in,” he said as a matter of fact.

“What about Michelle?” Aunt May’s voice softened and Peter knew she knew something. Averting her gaze, Peter bit his lip clutching the duffel bag tighter. “Her parents called. She came home early too, they asked if you’d come with-” Aunt May watched the way Peter’s shoulders slumped, the bag falling to the ground as his head lowered.

“What’s wrong, honey?” she asked as she heard the faint sound of a sniffle. Her arms were around Peter in seconds trying to comfort him.

“We had a fight. She’s not talking to me,” Peter’s voice cracked as he let Aunt May hug him. Her hand was gently cradling his head as he let himself fall on to her.

𝐈 𝐤𝐧𝐞𝐰 𝐈'𝐝 𝐜𝐮𝐫𝐬𝐞 𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐟𝐨𝐫 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐥𝐨𝐧𝐠𝐞𝐬𝐭 𝐭𝐢𝐦𝐞 𝐂𝐡𝐚𝐬𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐬𝐡𝐚𝐝𝐨𝐰𝐬 𝐢𝐧 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐠𝐫𝐨𝐜𝐞𝐫𝐲 𝐥𝐢𝐧𝐞

After takeout and a movie, what Aunt May deemed a distraction, Peter was laying in bed. His room was smaller, much smaller than his dorm room, but it was much cozier.

Pieces of MJ were scattered throughout the room. Her sketchbook was on his desk. One of many. Tattoo sketches she’d made for him of Spider-Man were taped to his wall.

He’d brought it up randomly. The idea of getting a tattoo and he’d timidly asked MJ if she’d draw something for him. He never got around to choosing the final one, but he’d enjoyed them all so much he’d taped them on his wall.

He glanced down at his phone, her face popped up on his screen. His wallpaper was of her at a bookstore, a candid shot he’d taken.

Just a few streets down MJ had her face buried in her pillow. She’d spent most of her time in bed the past days. Only getting up to shower and eat.

MJ looked at her desk. A stack of books Peter had bought for her were silently resting there. Polaroids of Peter framed her mirror and no matter how much she tried running away, his face was always on her mind.

Sighing, she glanced at her phone. The picture of her and Peter made her smile slightly.

𝐈 𝐤𝐧𝐞𝐰 𝐲𝐨𝐮'𝐝 𝐦𝐢𝐬𝐬 𝐦𝐞 𝐨𝐧𝐜𝐞 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐭𝐡𝐫𝐢𝐥𝐥 𝐞𝐱𝐩𝐢𝐫𝐞𝐝 𝐀𝐧𝐝 𝐲𝐨𝐮'𝐝 𝐛𝐞 𝐬𝐭𝐚𝐧𝐝𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐢𝐧 𝐦𝐲 𝐟𝐫𝐨𝐧𝐭 𝐩𝐨𝐫𝐜𝐡 𝐥𝐢𝐠𝐡𝐭 𝐀𝐧𝐝 𝐈 𝐤𝐧𝐞𝐰 𝐲𝐨𝐮'𝐝 𝐜𝐨𝐦𝐞 𝐛𝐚𝐜𝐤 𝐭𝐨 𝐦𝐞

He knew he should be giving her time. He knew she’d come around eventually and talk things through, but it’d been days and he couldn’t take it anymore. He wanted to hear her voice, to see her face, to feel her skin.

Sneaking out of his window, he shut it quietly before swinging towards MJ’s apartment. The light to her room was on. He was all too familiar with it. Peter was couching in the building across, the sheer curtains of her room revealed she wasn’t there. His shoulders slumped, but he quickly spotted her coming into the room.

Her hair was damp, and his heart thumped when he saw she was wearing his Midtown sweatshirt. There was a warmth in his chest, one only she ensued. He saw her pull her hair back behind her shoulders as she sat on her bed.

Reaching to her night stand, she pulled a book he’d brought for no particular reason expect that he liked spoiling her with books.

She was still thinking of him. That much he knew.

𝐘𝐨𝐮'𝐝 𝐜𝐨𝐦𝐞 𝐛𝐚𝐜𝐤 𝐭𝐨 𝐦𝐞

It’d been almost an hour of him watching her. She was still sitting on her bed, but she’d made herself comfortable. Her back was leaning on her headboard and her legs were tucked closer to her.

He’d been building up the courage to swing towards her window and sort everything out, but whenever he wanted to she’d either shift in bed or flip a page in the book and it just made him realize his plan wasn’t as solid. Heck, he didn’t even have a plan to begin with.

Taking a deep breath, he gave himself a pep talk. He shot a web near the ledge of her window and swung himself towards the building. Using his feet to propel himself upward, he climbed up the building until he could see her clearly. Only half his face peeked through the window.

There was a soft knock on her window. Startled, MJ looked towards the noise as Peter’s full face came into view. He waved softly, a sheepish smile spreading across his face. His eyes were soft and her heart instantly remembered how much she missed him.

He mouthed something and MJ furrowed her brows. If he was saying something, she couldn’t hear it through her window. He repeated himself, this time pointing at the window. He wanted to come in.

Making her way towards the window, MJ pushed it up with force. It was heavy and old and it was usually unlocked for Peter to come in when he wished, but this time it’d been locked.

“MJ,” Peter huffed straightening his body, finally inside her room. The overwhelming smell of her embraced him. “I missed you,” he said. His voice cracked as he rubbed his hands together. He hadn’t realized how cold he’d been until the warmth of her room engulfed him.

MJ looked at him blankly. She wanted more than anything to tell him she missed him too. To jump into his arms, but she was hesitant. The face of the snarky brunette appeared in her head like a bad dream.

“Whatever you think you saw with Anna, it’s not like that. She was drunk and I told her I was waiting for you. I know you think we won’t work out in the long run. I’m sorry for not putting an end to it before-” he was rambling moving closer to her.

She wasn’t moving away.

“You’re too innocent, Peter. You see the good in everyone,” MJ uncrossed her arm placing a hand on Peter’s cheek. The feeling of his skin under hers was one she’d missed.

Peter chuckled as he blinked away the tears that were forming. MJ’s own eyes were watering as her fingers spread across his cheek, the tips of her fingers brushing along his hair.

"I don’t want to lose you,” Peter mumbled. MJ wrapped her arms around Peter. The two of them falling into each other like two pieces of a puzzle. Halves of a whole. Peter placed a kiss on her head before holding her face in his hands kissing every part of her face until his lips connected with hers.

Peter knew her like nobody else did.

Their lives were interwoven.

#spideychelle #spideychelle fic #spideychelle angst #spideychelle fluff #peter parker x michelle #peter parker x michelle jones #peter parker x mj #folklore #cardigan #spideychelle cardigan

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onewfantaesy · 4 years ago

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Found Father AU

A couple weeks after the adoption was finalized, Taemin perked up in his bedroom when he heard the door to the apartment open.

“Did you find Gogurt?” he calls, shuffling out of his room. “‘Cause I’m not eating that Activia shit you have in the fridge! That’s for old people who can’t poop!”

He fully expects to find Jinki there scoffing at him for making an old man joke again, perhaps holding grocery bags still, but instead he finds a random stranger smirking back at him.

“You must be Taemin.”

“Who the hell are you?” Taemin snaps, and he scoots closer to the kitchen counter, quickly grabbing a plastic spatula to hold out in front of him.

“I take it your dad’s not home?”

“Get out!” Taemin shrieks, holding the spatula out with both hands.

Then the door opens again, and Jinki walks through with his arms full of shopping bags.

“Taemin! I thought I told you to lock the door when I left?” he calls, still looking down as he kicks off his shoes.

Taemin’s eyes are darting between Jinki and the stranger still smirking by the couch, and when Jinki looks up, he looks confused as he spots Taemin holding a spatula like that.

“What are you doing? Is this some teenage fad thing?”

That’s when the stranger laughs loudly, and Jinki jumps and looks towards the couch.

“Jesus, Kibum! You’re gonna make me drop my groceries!” Jinki whines, and he quickly deposits the bags on the table. “Taemin, help me put this stuff away. And put that spatula back.”

“Who is this guy?” Taemin squeaks. “Why’s he got a key to your apartment? I locked the door when you left!”

“This is Kibum,” Jinki says. “He’s my friend. Kibum, this is Taemin, my new kid.”

“Is he your boyfriend?”

Jinki and Kibum both laugh loudly, and Taemin pouts and slams the spatula back into the jar on the kitchen counter.

“No,” Jinki laughs. “Now come put your Gogurt away.”

Taemin huffs and frowns as dramatically as possible, but he does help put the groceries away without complaint. But when Kibum starts snooping through the grocery bags, Taemin frowns again and swipes the whole bag away, glaring at him the entire time as he slides over to the fridge.

It makes Jinki chuckle to himself, because Kibum looks so affronted at finally finding someone who challenges him. This is almost exactly what Jinki was hoping would happen when Taemin finally met Kibum.

“I came to see if you and your new child wanted to have dinner with me and Minho tonight,” Kibum says in an airy voice, sitting at the table and waving a hand in the air. “But if your precious boy is too sensitive-”

“I am not sensitive!”

“Can you not antagonize a literal twelve-year-old?” Jinki asks, giving Kibum a pointed look. Taemin stays hidden behind the refrigerator door, but pokes his head out just enough to stick his tongue out at Kibum. When Jinki is busy putting pasta in the cupboard, Kibum sticks his tongue out right back. They’re both making faces at each other when Jinki turns back around and huffs at both of them. Then he taps the top of Taemin’s head and says in as stern a voice as he can muster, “Knock it off.”

Taemin sticks his tongue out at him too, but then ducks his head and goes back to putting groceries away. Kibum, meanwhile, just laughs obnoxiously.

“You’re such a dad already,” he laughs, leaning back in the chair.

“Just what time did you want us to come over for dinner?” Jinki asks, ignoring the thinly veiled insult.

“Six-ish.”

“Six?” Taemin scoffs. “For dinner? Is this the old people special?”

Jinki tries really hard to hide a laugh behind a cough, but he doesn’t succeed very well. Kibum just balks at the boy.

“You’ve adopted a hoodlum.”

“Thank you,” Taemin says in a snotty tone.

“Enough,” Jinki sighs.

Taemin giving Kibum a run for his money is both entertaining and exhausting at the same time. Jinki doesn’t know if he should laugh or scold someone. Either way, Kibum leaves after stealing a string cheese from the fridge, and Taemin pouts at him for agreeing to go to dinner.

“You need to meet your uncles anyway,” Jinki tells him. “They’re my best friends. And Kibum is the one who first said I needed to adopt you anyway.”

“Really?” Taemin asks in a soft voice, sticking a Gogurt in his mouth as he watches Jinki over the back of the couch.

“Yep,” Jinki tells him. “But it’s hilarious that you sass him right back. He can be so full of himself sometimes. He needs a kid like you to knock some sense into him.”

Taemin smirks around his Gogurt and then flops back down on the couch, watching whatever show he turned on TV.

Come six o’clock, Taemin is standing at Jinki’s side as they wait for someone to open the door of an apartment a few blocks away. He has his best button-up shirt on, and he’s fidgeting with the hem and bouncing from foot to foot.

“If they have a key to your place, why don’t you have one for their’s?”

“I do have one,” Jinki says. “That doesn’t mean it’s not still rude to just invite yourself inside.”

“Kibum invited himself inside.”

“Kibum can be rude.”

Taemin giggles a bit just as the door opens, and he shuffles to hide a bit behind Jinki as a tall man opens the door and smiles.

“It’s your new kid!” he exclaims. “You can call me Uncle Minho!”

“Okay,” Taemin mumbles.

Jinki just puts a hand on Taemin’s back and guides him inside. When they get to the living room where a little cheese and cracker platter is sitting on a coffee table, Taemin sends a sarcastic smirk of a smile in Kibum’s direction. Kibum sends one right back.

“So what do you guys want to drink?” Minho asks, either oblivious or purposely ignoring the way Taemin and Kibum are acting. “Taemin, do you want a soda?”

“Okay,” Taemin mumbles, still sticking close to Jinki.

It’s a long evening of Taemin somehow being both shy and sassy. If he’s not clinging to Jinki like a lifeline, he’s making faces at Kibum while he thinks no one else is looking. What’s more exhausting to Jinki is that Kibum makes faces right back.

Somehow, Taemin still fits into their little family dynamic like a missing puzzle piece.

#taemin #shinee #onew #key #minho #found father au

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stolen-ass-name · 4 years ago

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I decided to make a post about gods' design rules, so here y'all go

How to make a Beanstory god self-insert

There's few rules regarding the gods, especially when it comes to the non-physical elements. So I'll quickly get the plot relevant things out of the way, then delve into design necessities and so on. Overall, I think Beanstory gods allow for a lot of creative design, so I want to make that clear.

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The gods concern physical things only. There's gods for objects, gods for practices and gods for physical concepts. (So you can make a god of wheels, a god of cooking or a god of Cute Stuff!). There's no gods for emotions or knowledge (so you can't make a God of love or a god of science)

It's important to state a god's benevolence or malevolence. If a god is extremely benevolent, they are extremely powerful, and then you have to give them a handicap of sorts that prevents them from exerting that power.

For example, Rest is a lovably benevolent god, but his extreme love for humanity made him too strong, so the council of elder Gods nerfed him by giving him claws, so he couldn't directly touch his followers (the beans)

If a god is extremely Malevolent, they are weaker, and their influence reaches people way less, resulting in Rare Phenomena, difficult skills, old practices getting lost etc.

Example: While most culinary gods are benevolent, making their practice easy for humans to learn (eg the god of soups, the god of sauces etc. You can toss half the things in your fridge into a pot and it would make a decent pasta sauce idk), but the god of baking is extremely Malevolent, resulting in baking elaborate things being generally difficult and easy to mess up

Gods can have one (1) subtitle if they are patrons of specific things. That's the only loophole to "No Gods of feelings etc." Rule. You can make a God of something and make them a patron of scientists or something

When it comes to design, few things are "forbidden", and even so there's ways to bypass those with creative thinking, so here's the rules on God morphology

Gods cannot have a fully visible face. They have to have some sort of mask, headdress, long hair etc that obscures their face. If you want, you can make them alternate between headdresses, but since the mask is your God's stand-in face, you should keep some consistency (for example, a godling growing into a god and changing their mask, or a god like the god of oil painting that alternated between their favorite paintings that they use as masks)

eg: Rest's cloth mask and Chai's bangs

Gods can have animal elements, however it's not obligatory. You can hit randomize on a fantasy Picrew and you'd get a pretty accurate representation of how wild gods can get

Gods can wear whatever style of clothing they want, and be gnc or gc with it. You should only choose their outfits based on what they would wear, since there's nothing in canon forbidding period clothing and kigurumi-clad gods from coexisting

Finally, to tackle gods' names, you should really carefully think about their personalities! Gods started off nameless, and chose names for themselves after humans made language a thing. Gods change their names freely between whatever human creations and concepts they like. So in order to choose an accurate name for your God think about what human creation would pique their interest, what human concept they'd fall in love with, and so on!

Eg. Chai is the god of herbal medicine, and they named themself after tea bc they were very excited when humans found a way to use it to heal each other. The God of Synthetic materials hopes he can one day reach his wife's status as a primordial God, so he named himself Potential.

That's all there is for now! I'll also post a Beansona tutorial in case someone wants to make one of themselves :3c

Chai belongs to @kpop-alley-basic

#Beanstory #my ocs #mine

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lightningbugqueensfics · 4 years ago

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A Magical Time of Year

Happy Holidays from we the Supernatural fandom! I present to you a fluffy fic of family, gift exchanges, coming out, and copious amounts of Destiel. Minor angst, because I can't resist, but a happy ending all around.

Destiel, No Archive Warnings Apply, and there are spoilers from the finale.

Thanks so much for the help @themoosegoes-deanicandothis!

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“Dean, we have to go,” Cas called out, “Sam just texted me that Claire got here, and we still need to get presents for Jody and Charlie!”

“Alright, let’s just do one last check that we got everything,” Dean said back loudly over the din of the mall. It was December 24, 2020, Christmas Eve, and the pair were finishing up their present shopping.

“Dean Winchester, I have gone over that list five times, we have everything!”

“Humor me?”

“Fine,” Cas grumbled, faking annoyance at his boyfriends antics. Dean really did love Christmas, and was actually enjoying himself in this enormous place. Everything was magical during the Christmas season. There were lights everywhere, everyone seemed happier, and snow made everything unreal. Especially this year, when nothing even resembling an apocalypse was occurring, December was Dean’s favorite month. Even the shopping required by it.

“New hat for Bobby, the blanket with the green creature on it for Charlie,”

“Baby Yoda, Cas!” Dean interrupted, “I showed you the first episode, you know who it is!” Cas smiled to himself. Dean was sure he did that just for his boyfriend’s reaction.

“A silver knife set for Jody,” he continued, “And nunchucks for Claire,” Dean grinned at the last one. It had been his idea, and after extensive convincing, Cas had finally given in and let him buy them. The pros of finally dating.

“We already have the hair products and gun cleaning set at home for Sam, along with Eileen’s new gun, books for Kaia, a new bear for Jack, a pasta maker and hair pins for Donna,” Dean had been particularly proud of Donna’s present. The hair pins could be removed and turned into silver daggers, perfect for hunting, “and that book on mythology and medicine for Alex. And for you a-”

“No, remember Cas, not supposed to tell me,”

“Right. Yours is a secret, but just from you. Are we missing anything, Dean?” he finished sarcastically.

“Nope, we got it all.”

“Good, then let’s get out of here,” Cas grabbed Dean’s elbow as forcefully as an angel could without hurting him, and steered him towards the door.

“Cas, I was thinking maybe we could go grab lunch in the food court before we go?” Dean ventured.

“Dean, I love you very much,” Dean flushed and ducked his head, “but I would rather not spend another second in this godforsaken hellhole.”

Dean conceded, knowing fully well about Castiel’s fear of crowds. It had taken some kissing and pleading to even get him to come today. The hunter nodded his head and threaded his fingers through the angel’s, joining him on their way out.

They left without another word. Dean stayed silent until they got in the car, and let go of Castiel’s hand. He wasn’t quite pouting, per se, but he was very hungry! Halfway home, Cas turned to him.

“We can go get burgers if you’d like…?” A smile broke out on the hunter's face as he jerked the car around. Burgers at the local diner had become the pair’s staple date, so much so that the owner knew then by name.

As they sped off to get their grub, the smile widened on Dean’s face. He reached out and grabbed Castiel’s hand in his own, happy to be exactly where he was.

The enormous metal door clanged open, prompting excited outbursts from Charlie and Donna. The two had taken a surprising liking to each other in the week they had spent together in the bunker, and at this point it was strange to see one without the other.

“Boys!” Donna called out, “Get down here, and tell Jody that the Southern Ocean is totally a thing!”

“The what?” Dean asked jovially. Everything was brighter in the bunker with their family around, the air felt like it was doused in joy.

“The southern ocean,” Jody said, “Donna claims that there’s an ocean around Antarctica called the Southern Ocean, but I know for certain that it didn’t exist when I was in school,” Jody, Donna, Charlie, and Bobby were seated around the war room table. Despite their supposed argument, Donna’s feet were settled comfortably in Jody’s lap, and they were smiling at each other lovingly. Dean would never admit it, but they were a really cute couple.

“I’ve never heard of it,” he supplied as he walked down the stairs, Cas close behind. It earned a “Ha!” from Jody, who pointed at Donna victoriously.

“Jodyo, that doesn’t mean anything! Deano here barely got an education--no offense, sunshine--we should ask a more reliable source!”

“Hey!” Dean called out. He may not have gone to college, but he still went to school. He went unanswered.

“I’ve never heard of it either, and I’ve been around longer than anyone here,” Bobby put in.

“And yet you thought Australia was part of Oceania yesterday,” Charlie said with a cheeky grin. Dean had no clue where all these geography based arguments had come from, but he would be the first to admit they were hilarious.

“Listen here, ya idjit, this ‘Oceania’ didn’t even exist when I was young. Don’t be ageist,”

Charlie scoffed and tried to snark back, but Jody interrupted her.

“Alright, fine,” the sheriff said, “Cas, you’re an angel. Is the Southern Ocean a thing?”

“Yes,”

“See!” Donna exclaimed.

“But,” he continued, “It was only established in the year 2000. So I think you’re both right. Jody didn’t learn about it in school, but it is real,” The women stared at each other, not quite knowing how to react.

“Huh,” Jody said eventually, “Cool, I guess,”

Charlie rose and sidled up beside Cas.

“I tried to tell them that,” she whispered, “Even looked it up on my tablet. But nooooo, they only trust the angel,” she said it all with a smile on her lips, despite the tone of her voice.

After Jack restored everyone and released all his power back into the world, the boys found out he had done them one last favor. Not only had he brought back the Charlie from apocalypse world, he also revived their Charlie, the one killed by Styne. It was awkward at first, but the two actually made fast friends. Apocalypse Charlie had decided to spend this Christmas alone with Stevie, like Patience had with her dad, so it was just the original Charlie hanging with them this year.

“Alright,” Dean said, “As weird and nerdy as this conversation has been, Cas and I have some presents to wrap,” he held up the bags in his hands to prove his point.

“Have fun, boys,” Donna waved them away, and the two headed towards their room.

They stopped in the kitchen along the way, greeting Sam and Eileen who were working on the stuffing, which Dean had assigned to them. He had taken charge of all the cooking this year, working all of their guests to get ready for the feast he had planned. Dean snagged a beer for himself and Cas from the fridge and signed a quick Have fun, Moose Sam’s way before heading out. With Eileen back, the residents of the bunker had all gotten much better at sign language, and Dean was very proud of how far he’d come.

They passed Claire and Kaia watching Home Alone in the Fortress of Deanitude. They stopped by to give them a quick greeting and hugs, but left them to their movie. Claire had said she wanted to educate her girlfriend on the culture she’d missed, but Dean was sure it was just an excuse to cuddle with her. Lord knows he’d done the exact same with Cas.

Jack was wrapping presents in his room, and Dean had to remind him again to keep the door closed while he did.

“But why, Dean?”

“I told you, they’re supposed to be a surprise. That’s why we wrap them, so it kinda defeats the purpose if someone sees what it is before it’s wrapped.”

“Why is it a surprise?”

“Because that’s part of the Christmas spirit. Random things that someone might not even want wrapped in colorful paper stuffed under a dying tree.”

“Okay!” he said with a smile.

Finally, Cas and Dean made it to their room. They had decided on Cas moving into Dean’s room when they got together, considering Castiel spent barely any time in his and Dean’s mattress was better.

They wrapped in silence for a while, before Dean spoke hesitantly.

“I think I’m going to tell them, tomorrow,”

“Tell who what?” Cas turned to him and put down the blanket for Charlie. Dean’s tone was worrying.

“Tell everyone here about us, that we’re dating.”

“Do you want to?”

“Yes.”

“Then why haven’t you told them yet?”

“I’m scared,” Dean and Cas had made a rule the day after they got together. They would be completely honest with each other. Not more lies, tricks, or deception. They were so bad at communication that they pined after each other for twelve years before getting together, and Dean was determined to never let anything like that happen again. Hence the honesty.

“Why?” Cas moved forward, pulling Dean’s hand into his own, “You don’t think they think two men being together is wrong, do you?”

“Nah, of course not. There are more gay couples in our family than straight ones. I’m scared that they won’t want me to be with you because you’re an angel. We’re hunters, babe! Hell, I tried to kill you when I first met you. I know they love you, but what if they don’t think you should be with a human like me?”

“Dean, tell me. What was Sam’s reaction when we told him?” When Dean finally told Sam, a week after Jack brought Cas back and Dean kissed him for the first time, the man’s reaction had essentially been, “finally, you idiots!” It was so much better than Dean’s insecurity had told him that he nearly started crying. Nearly.

“He said we were idiots and was proud of us for finally getting together,” he grumbled.

“And Eileen?”

“She hugged us and gave me a link to something called ‘Archive of Our Own’ that had creepy stuff about us written on it.”

“Jack?”

“He asked if that meant we were really both his dads now,” Dean had actually started crying that time.

“So do you really think the rest of them won’t approve?”

“I know, I know. It’s stupid, but there’s this voice in the back of my head just telling me that they’ll leave me, eventually.”

“It’s not stupid, love, it makes sense. Dean, know that I will never leave you again. And nobody out there will. We love you, we’re your family. Dean Winchester, I promise you that not a single person in this bunker will ever leave you out of choice,”

“Thank you,” the hunter whispered, then leaned forward to kiss his angel softly. Minutes later, after they finally broke apart, Dean made a decision.

“I’m going to tell them. Tomorrow, when we open presents. I love you Cas, and I need people to know that.”

“I’m proud of you, my love,” Cas smiled kindly, cupping Dean’s chin, “Now, let’s finish wrapping these presents, then maybe we can join the girls and watch that movie. I find Marv very funny,” Dean pulled him in for another kiss, then went back to Claire’s nunchucks. He wrapped them in copious amounts of tissue paper, shaping it like a wrapped shirt. Pranks on Claire were his favorites, and tricking her into thinking a weapon was some kind of disappointing Christmas sweater was going to be fun .

The next morning, Jack bounded into their room at six o’ clock sharp. Dean had made the mistake of telling the kid that he couldn’t wake them before six, assuming he would sleep in like every other morning and get them at nine, maybe. Apparently not.

Jack flopped on the bed on Cas’s side that was regularly empty. Not like Dean would ever admit it, but the both of them loved cuddling. It was a rare occasion that Dean woke up without Castiel’s back pressed comfortably to his chest.

Gone were the days when Dean snatched a gun from beneath his pillow if he was startled from sleep. Cas could do that to a man. Today he just grunted tiredly.

“Dean! Cas!” Jack whispered excitedly, “It’s Christmas! Like, actual Christmas, not the one we had with Ms. Butters!”

“Yeah, kid,” Dean grumbled, lifting his head to look over Castiel’s shoulder, “It is. But the sun also hasn’t risen yet, so could you give half an hour?”

“Okay!” Jack said, not fazed, “I’ll go get Jody and Donna!” Dean nodded, brain still addled from sleep. A thought occurred to him.

“Wait, Jack,” he called out, “Be quiet, and only wake up Donna!” Dean had seen Jody in the morning, it wasn’t a good idea to wake her against her will.

Jack nodded, still excited, and rushed out of the room. Dean shoved his face back into Castiel’s neck, breathing in the comforting scent of honey and ozone. He actually wasn’t sure how their guests hadn’t noticed them sleeping together, but they hadn’t mentioned it, so he guessed they just never felt the need to venture to this part of the bunker so late at night.

Exactly thirty minutes later, after Castiel had woken and the two had made no effort to leave their cozy bed, Jack reappeared in their doorway.

“Ready?” he asked, smiling as bright as ever.

“Sure, Jack,” Cas said, very excited for his first Christmas as well, “why don’t you get everyone together in the war room and we’ll meet you out there.”

“Okay!” he said before rushing off again. Dean didn’t know how he had so much energy so early in the morning.

“You ready for this?” Cas asked, giving his boyfriend a peck on the cheek and standing up.

“Yeah,” Dean said, “I actually think I am.”

“Then let’s go,” Cas said determinedly before grabbing Dean’s hand and pulling him up beside him. They headed out the door side by side, clad in scooby doo and bumble bee pajama pants with old band t-shirts on top.

The war room held what Dean thought his heaven must really look like. Sam and Eileen were curled up in one of their brand new armchairs Dean had chosen to sit by the tree, signing at each other with lightning speed. Jody was on the ground with her legs stretched out, Donna’s head in her lap and a cup of coffee in her hands. Claire, Kaia, Alex, and Jack all sat as close to the presents as possible, and Dean didn’t miss Jack trying to peek into a bag with his name on it that Dean had put there last night. It seemed like the girls were trying to explain some of their favorite Christmas traditions to him, but the nephilim just looked lost.

Bobby was seated in the other armchair, and Charlie leaned against its leg. Their family was all here, and it was a beautiful sight.

When Donna caught sight of the pair, a big smile split her face.

“Deano, Angel Boy!” she called out, “Don’t be shy! Come on over here, there’s plenty of room. Maybe Jody’ll even let you put your head in her lap too!” From the look on Jody’s face, Dean didn’t think that was going to happen.

Cas headed in in front of him, and settled himself down right beside Donna. Dean joined Charlie leaning against Bobby’s chair.

“Dean,” Jody grumbled, “that boy of yours woke me up at the asscrack of dawn saying that you told him it was okay.”

“I told him to wake Donna up,” Dean gave a meaningful look at Jack, “because I know she’s an early riser. I specifically told him not to wake you, so I’m wondering why exactly he did?” Dean, Cas, and Jody turned to Jack while he heard something that sounded suspiciously like “Oooooh, someone’s in trouble,” from Claire. Dean shot a glare her way before turning back to Jack.

“I’m sorry, Dean,” he explained, “I was super excited and I really only meant to wake up Donna but I think we talked too loud and woke up Jody too. I’m sorry,” and there were the puppy eyes. Damn kid had learned them from Sam, and who was Dean to resist.

“Alright, Jack, I’m not mad at you,” he gave in, “Just remember to never wake Jody up again. Capeesh?”

“Yes, I capeesh,” Jack nodded, repeating a phrase Cas had obviously taught him. Jody smiled at him kindly, letting him know that she wasn’t still angry at him. No matter how grumpy Jody could be in the morning, she was one of the kindest people Dean knew.

“Not that this hasn’t all been just touching,” Eileen said and signed, “But could we open presents now? I got up this early for a reason, you know.”

“Yeah, yeah, alright,” Dean said, “Go ahead and start handing them out, kid.”

Jack scrambled to grab the first present he could get his hands on, and thus the present exchanging began. Some families did it one at a time, taking a moment for each present. Not the Winchesters and company. They ripped into their gifts at lightning speed, only taking the time to fawn over the present and thank the gifter profusely before moving on.

Kaia loved the books from the brothers and Cas, and squealed when she saw the warding necklace Claire made her, kissing her girlfriend cheerfully. At the same time Donna was thanking Alex for her “#1 Sheriff” mug while Jody protested that she, in fact, was the best sheriff. Their exchange was interrupted by a shriek of “ Nunchucks!!! ” from Claire, which caused Jody to glare at Dean for ten minutes straight. Charlie leapt up and hugged Dean and Bobby when she found a Baby Yoda blanket and working futuristic gun side by side. Bobby loved his new hat as much as Sam loved the beanie Jack got him, and Jody gave Donna a big kiss for her new gun. Alex loved her mythology and medicine book, and Eileen actually got two guns due to miscommunication. She couldn’t have been happier. Cas gave Kaia and Claire an enormous hug to thank them for a new tie, this one stitched with wings and halos. Towards the end, Dean gave Cas a bumblebee beanie and Cas gave Dean socks with pie on them. Dean had to hold himself back from kissing the man on the spot.

Finally, once the present exchange had died down, and everyone was left admiring their new possession, Dean had no more reason to put it off. He had shifted over to sit beside Cas while they all opened their gifts, so he turned to Cas, whispered in his ear what he was going to do, then took a deep breath.

He started to stand up, felt awkward, then sat back down. He cleared his throat, scratched the back of his neck, and couldn’t for the life of him start talking.

“Spit it out, Dean,” Bobby grumbled.

“Heh?” he asked.

“You’ve been shifting around for five minutes like you’ve either gotta pee or you need to say something. I’m betting on the latter, so don’t keep me waiting.”

“Oh, um,” Dean started, his stomach in knots, “Well I do actually have something I need to tell you. All of you. Except for Sam, Eileen, and Jack. They already know, see… And now I need to tell the rest of you because it’s very important but know that I think about it I’d rather not--”

“Dean,” Jody said gently, “You can tell us anything. I promise.”

“Ok, well, um… ok. So, you remember the whole Chuck infinity snap everyone dies thing?”

“Vividly,” Donna said.

“Well we lost Cas right then too. Not for the same reason, that’s a story for another day. Anyway, we lost him, It was…” he started to get choked up. Head in the game, Winchester , he thought, “It was horrible but Jack brought him back and after that the two of us kinda started… dating? Like, we’re together now,” he finished with a grimace, disappointed with his… well, talking skills. Cas grabbed his hand comfortingly, and smiled at him with eyes that said I’m proud of you .

“Uh, Dean,” Claire said, breaking the silence, “We know.”

“Huh?”

“Honey,” Donna cut in, “You two aren’t exactly subtle. To be honest, I thought you two lovebirds were together from the moment I saw you together, and Jody had to convince me you weren’t. Recently though, it’s kinda obvious, sweetheart. You’re both so much happier. You still do the staring thing, but it’s less intense. Castiel’s ASL name for you is literally ‘freckles.’ And you really think we didn’t notice you sleeping in the same room? We thought you knew that we knew.”

“You… knew?” Dean asked, shocked. Donna nodded, “And you’re like, okay with it and stuff?”

“Dean, why wouldn’t we be. I’m dating Jody, Claire’s dating Kaia, why the hell do you think we wouldn’t approve?”

“No, no, not that. It’s just, Cas is an angel. Literally and figuratively. I thought you might not like that we’re not the same… species?” By now Cas’ arm was wrapped around Dean, and he had slouched into his side.

“Well, you were obviously wrong, weren't cha? None of us could ever think Cas is a monster, and you two obviously belong together,” Donna said kindly.

“I'm proud of you, boy,” Bobby added, making Dean duck his head and grin.

“Thanks Donna, Bobby,” he said, “I’m sorry I doubted you. And were we really that obvious?”

“Yes, Dean,” Cas said in his gravelly voice, “I’m fairly certain we were. I thought they knew already at first, but as you are more well versed in human interaction, I trusted your judgement over my own,” at this, Claire cracked up, quickly joined by Alex and Sam.

“Not that this hasn’t been the most awkward conversation ever--except a certain dinner--” Dean and Sam shuddered at the memory, “but I would really appreciate some breakfast. And I was promised pie?” Claire said with a smile, cutting the tension in the room with ease.

Hours later, after breakfast and pie had been eaten, and Jody had already taken away Claire’s nunchucks until further notice, Dean and Cas were left alone in the war room.

“That went a very different route than I expected,” he said quietly, wrapping his arms around the angel’s waist and leading him towards their room.

“That seems to happen often in our lives, Dean,” Cas replied.

“Is it a good thing?”

“Right now, I think it is.”

Dean stopped Castiel in the doorway of the hall, and looked up at the plant hanging above their heads.

“Mistletoe,” he said, then drew his angel in for a kiss.

Christmas truly was a magical time of year.

#Destiel #Supernatural #Dean Winchester #Castiel #fic #fanfic #writing #Ao3 #Christmas #family #fluff

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onf-headcanons · 4 years ago

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ONF in Cafe AU

(Establishment)

A/N : 200 followers special!! This different universe from Baker Yuto

Settings : A total brand new universe where they just gather by pure coincidence. Or an alternate universe where ONF later when their contract ended, they gathered to open a cafe once Yuto return to Korea from graduating his bakery course back in Japan. Hyojin, Seungjun and Jaeyoung helped by researching how to register+open business in Korea.

Roles

Yuto : The bread maker

Seungjun : Barista

Hyojin & Jaeyoung : Chief waiter and in charge of cashier

Minkyun : Assisting waiter and more of a helper in the kitchen preparing ingredients

Changyoon : In charge of other menus such as sandwiches/bagel sandwich and dessert

Reader : could be part timer or the regular guest (bonus a fan of ONF as well)

Bonus : Minseok might occasionally drop by to visit or Minseok as another member in the kitchen (i mean have you seen his IG???!!!!!)

Headcanons

As Yuto is more of a bread lover, the cafe would be a bakery+cafe style eatery.

The menu is made and proposed by all 6 of them. Also before they start running business, the kitchen gang has already tried making food to do taste test. (Including WM family)

The menu is written in Korean, English and Japanese.

Yuto would keep trying on making the best bread so he would experiment with different options such as more milk or less flour

Hyojin would always give ideas to improvise. And members trust Hyojin's thoughts because he is such a foodie XD

Seungjun would research and practice on his barista skills.

Changyoon would do graphic design of the menu

Minkyun and Jaeyoung would go out to find spot to rent and open cafe

Once the cafe is opened, this is how they run it.

Because of ONF's nature, I personally think they will test the timing of business by doing a few around of simulations.

This would be suggested by Changyoon and agreed by the leaders

So before they opened, they really tried it out at the empty cafe and simulated with full house for 3~5 days straight. Then they are content with the current timing as below.

I also think Seungjun Jaeyoung and Yuto would keep suggesting adjustments on the timing.

Especially Seungjun and Yuto. Seungjun in the bystander view because he is the barista and Yuto sharing the perspective on what timing those outside kitchen should alert those in the kitchen. They would run timer using their phone.

Bakery closes on 6pm, tidying done by 7:15pm, head out for dinner or simple dinner by whipping up some left over ingredients.

Grocery shopping on 8:45pm or 9pm, headback for cafe for preparations if necessary

Next day 6am at cafe to do early preparations, bakery side and morning take away opens on 7:30am,

10:00am opens for eat in + buffet, they do not do dinner so closes at 6pm and repeat for every day.

They closes on big event public holidays, end of the year+new year.

(They will get quick lunch by ingredients whipped up from the kitchen. Hyojin will switch with Jaeyoung, Seungjun will switch with the part timer, Yuto will get quick bites while waiting for dough to rise, Changyoon and Minkyun will switch)

(BTW this is just reference from my weak experience working on restaurant)

There are 5 walkie talkies. Hyojin, Seungjun and Jaeyoung have 1 each, 1 at the cashier and another is at the kitchen with speakers. This is for them to communicate and alert each other about the crowd and also any food items that are running out.

BTW should we are using the Minseok as one of the member in kitchen, he did not join immediately. But he do drop by to support his hyungs and being the 2nd food taster.

His hyungs and Yuto are a bit reluctant to recruit him but, to their surprise, Minsk volunteered himself.

And oh boy his hyungs all in awe at how good this baby boy's cooking is!!!

Funny moment when Seungjun caught Hyojin eyes are gleaming with bliss after Hyojin tasted Minseok's food. And then only the other hyungs swarming over wanting to taste Minseok's cooking lol

(Hyojin already numb due to so many times food tasting lol but cos he loves to eat he still finishes all the samples. But Minseok's cooking was a breather for him at that exact moment)

Also Changyoon has an idea that putting surveys on each table and let guests to fill in. When they submit to cashier, they might get coupons (?) or maybe discounts about 83%

Or maybe some collectibles and when they got all six stickers, they get 83% discount? (its flexible)

The cafe gains popularity because of the quality and due to good looks of chief waiters and barista.

Also, I think in their menu, (should this is the contract ended ONF universe), they might integrate the member recommendations, it is flexible either food or drink. Or maybe both

Hyojin definitely going to recommend 2 smoothies.

Changyoon would recommend pasta and dessert

Minkyun will go for a sandwich

Jaeyoung might recommend Yuto's sourdough bruschetta

Seungjun will recommend one type of latte

And Yuto will recommend 1 or 2 breads found at bakery/buffet corner. But for menu he would give out tips like which bread type goes better with which cheese or jam

（BTW I think its cute should they use their mascot deer, shark, maltese, gorilla, cat and bread as avatar/icon that appear at recommendations!）

And on their birthday, (this could be Seungjun's idea) there will be a 83% discount sticker placed on the recommended food/drink by the member.

And since we talked about menu...

Again its a bread themed cafe, so the main would be bread, brunch and all day breakfast.

Bread type (buffet) : mini croissants, mini buns, scones, baguette, bagel, white loaf, sourdough

Bread type (bakery) : croissant, buns, garlic bread, scones, baguette, bagel, red bean bun, packed bread loafs

Let me explain about buffet first.

Buffet is for brunch+lunch, which starts on 10:30am to 2pm. Its a 90 minutes course. In that course you can pick 1 of each option of bread, salad, toppings, sides (sausages, hams, cheese and baked beans) and also random desserts.

They offer butter (salted and unsalted), 3 to 4 types of jams (strawberry, mixed fruit and marmalade), variety of paste to go with bread (mashed avocado and Parmesan garlic pesto). also Nutella

For buffet, beverage there already stocked variety of juices, warm coffee and tea (that are already prepared earlier) and fresh water

Cheese they will go for cheddar, Havarti, Feta, Mozarella and brown cheese.

Should you don't go for buffet, they have eat in cafe menu. Which are separately made set meals that comes with beverage. Like sandwiches, bagel sandwiches, spaghetti/pastas, or bruschetta with topping of your choice (6 the most)

Seungjun would prepare freshly brewed coffee, latte, tea, frappe and even smoothie.

Desserts are all simple desserts, like mini tarts and mini cupcake. For specially ordered ones would non baked stuffs that Changyoon and Minkyun made early in the morning and stored in fridge (because dont wanna clash with Yuto baking should any bread nearly sold out. Also can have more flexible timing should Yuto need help they can back up)

Initially, Changyoon will always make extra desserts by x2.5 amount, especially mini tarts or mini cupcakes at the buffet area. He is a worry wart.

BTW the bell Changyoon presented Yuto during OnDaeJeon? Its later used at the cafe lol. As the alert tool for waiters that food is done come and take it

I think on early years, at most 2 years, they are not going to do delivery or food app order service just yet.

But they will run an Instagram or twitter account for the cafe and using it just like how they are doing with they current twitter account. Promoting food and giving out random recommendations also a glimpse of their daily lifes running the cafe and bakery

I think Changyoon would upload a pic of seasonal fruit and a teaser for new seasonal dessert? And then lol it will sometimes plot twist ends up being seasonal beverage that made by Seungjun lol

Should Minseok is not a member running the cafe, the boys consult with him occasionally about adding new seasonal,time limited items.

Also Hyojin and Yuto being the photographer taking picture of the food. Oops I forgot, the pictures of food items in menu are both taken by them too!

Minkyun will bring along one of his fave part timer to do emergency grocery shopping should he needed a hand.

Hyojin and Jaeyoung will try to help customer to decide by suggesting recommendation

Also Hyojin, who would sometimes keep an eye on how customer do combination on their food and get inspiration from it then later try to propose to the team.

As chief waiters, both Hyojin and Jaeyoung would always during at the cashier, asking customers should they have any suggestions or proposal (even if they submitted the survey). Values communications and feedback between staff and customers.

Also Seungjun will help out keeping an eye in case they miss out someone trying to call a waiter. Later after a year of profits, they upgraded to bell calling service type, press a button and they come serve you in a minute.

Initially, Hyojin and Jaeyoung would make use of walkie talkie to recite orders that they get so that Seungjun, Yuto, Changyoon and Minkyun can get them

After maybe a couple months of profit, they upgraded it to tablets. while the walkie talkie is used as mentioned above, to alert regarding to run out/sold out food items.

Also, once reached closing hours, I think they will also have a brief meeting. Especially for waiters team. I think Hyojin would guide and critique on performance.

In overall it is very warm to work with ONF but you have to keep up because they are also strict.

I can see should they know part timers birthday, they would wish them. Maybe Changyoon/Minseok will shove special dessert or pasta for them.

It will be funny that some fans went there hoping to see Yuto, Changyoon and Minkyun but they are busy, do not want to disappoint, Hyojin and Seungjun might try to call them out using walkie talkie. (only apply to the contract end universe)

Oh I had a thought, maybe not the public knows that Minseok joined? I think maybe its also Minseok's terms and conditions because he does not want the spotlight he just wanna help running the business

Also should WM family drop by to visit, the first word as they enter the door, both sides will go “Aigooooo~~~~!!!” (Refer to RTK where Oh My Girl drops by to check out ONF for TWML practise)

Should that happen, its a big day for the fans

BUT!!! I can think ONF cafe later be the hangout spot for WM family? like member’s birthday? lets go to ONF cafe! Because Yuto baked a cake specially for us!! and off they go~

I mean its a great deal, considering Yuto’s love for bread and he did not sell customised cakes. So its personalised stuff he made for those he cared about.

That is why mostly the gathering will happen after 6pm or

Maybe WM managers drop by to pick up the special cake

Also, Yuto let part timers to have leftover breads or desserts at bakery and buffet area for free. His hyungs agreed because you should not waste food. Plus freshly made bread are their selling point so they won't recycle them.

A/N : gonna stop here and should there is more, I might do a part 2~!

#onf #cafe au #onf headcanons #onf imagines #onf headcanon #onf scenarios

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rainbowglittr · 3 years ago

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Love and Marriage - Chapter 13 (Mature, Minors DNI)

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After a loss in the family uncovers a family secret, Jaleia and her husband Jesse are forced to balance one family crisis after another along with their budding careers and their plans to expand their family. Will the pressure to keep everyone else together ruin their own relationship? Can ruined relationships be fixed before it’s too late?

tw: implied smut

Chapter 13:

Jaleia's POV

I waited at the baggage claim for Jesse and Diana. Their flight was due any minute now and I couldn't wait to see them. I was actually sick of myself.

Jesse had told me last night that Imani and him had some sort of "encounter." We were definitely going to have to talk about it but for now, I put it out of my mind because I missed him and I just wanted to enjoy the moment. I also didn't buy five new lace lingerie outfits to not wear.

I walked around the area a couple times until I saw a crowd of people coming out the doors. Diana ran over to me, the brightest smile stretched across her face. I wrapped my arms around her.

"How was the trip? How was the flight?" I said.

"It was so much fun! I can't wait to tell you everything!" She said as she bounced up and down. She turned around and pointed to the conveyor belt.

"That's my bag!" She said before running off.

Jesse appeared a few seconds later. We looked a little uneasy. But seeing him in that black v-neck had me feeling some kind of way. Three weeks is a long time, okay?

I ran over to him, practically jumping onto him, but he moved quick to hold me.

"Hey J-" he started to say but I kissed him, pulling him even closer. We paused to take a breath and then let our mouths explore each other as his hands slid lower and lower on my body.

"Ewwww, Jesse! People are starting to stare." Diana said. She wheeled her bag over to where we were.

"Let them stare." He said. He kissed me three more short times before we decided to break apart.

"I got your bags, Jess." She said.

"Aww thanks, little sis." He said, taking the bags from her. She put earbuds in her ear.

"Well we have officially lost her." Jesse said, holding my hand.

"I'm afraid so. So besides the giant hoe shaped elephant in the room which we will be talking about later, how was your trip?" I said as we made our way through the airport to the car.

"That's one way to put it. It was great I missed L.A. You gotta come with me sometime. "

"You keep saying that yet I never get to go. Anyway I missed you sooo much that I bought something a little special something for we to wear and you to take off."

"Oh yeah?"

"Wait until we get home. I want you and me to go into that bedroom and not come out until the next morning. I want to be screaming, not just pleasured, not just content, not just really good, I want to be screaming your name. Can you do that?" I said in his ear.

"Damn Jay, I leave for three weeks and your turn into a freak? Hell yeah I can do that."

"Good." I said. Jesse reached over and tapped Di on the shoulder. She looked up and took out an earbud.

"I'm just saying I suggest you watch a movie in the basement or play some really loud music when we get home." He said.

"Why? She said, her eyebrows scrunched in confusion.

"Oh no reason, just might be nice for tonight." He said.

>>>>>>>>>>>>>>

"What the fuck did you just say?"

"I am so sorry Jay. I didn't mean it, I swear it just slipped out."

"You are about to slip off this earth! I can't believe you would say her name!"

We and Jesse were having a great night. We were on round two of the evening when Jesse called out Imani's name while we were doing it. I have never slapped anyone that fast before.

"I didn't mean to! I don't even know why I said it!"

"Are you trying to tell me something Jesse? What the hell was that? What the HELL was that?" I yelled at him. We were standing on the opposite sides of the bed and everytime he tried to get near me I picked something up to throw at him.

"I swear to God, Jaleia it was a mistake. It didn't mean it. I don't even know how it slipped out!"

"Damn right it was a mistake! Were you thinking of her while we having sex?"

"No, God no. Not at all I have no idea where that came from."

"I am so done with you I can't even look at you." I said.

"Come on, You love looking at this." He said, narrowly dodging the shoe I launched at his head.

"Okay not the time I get it." He said.

"You fucking Bastard."

"Okay, enough with name calling."

"All I wanted was to enjoy one night with my stupid husband and he calls me by his ex hoes name? You got me SO fucked up. Since it's clear neither of us will be having anymore sex tonight, let's talk about Imani. Let's talk about that." I said, grabbing my robe and tying it around my waist.

"Maybe we should wait until we're both a little more calm-"

"The calm ship sailed when your ship sailed into my harbor and called me by the wrong name. Let me tell you something Jesse. I am a doctor and I could kill you and make it look like accident. Sit down and Start talking." I said, sitting down facing him. He reached his arm out to me.

"Touch me and you will lose that arm. What happened between you and Imani?" He quickly moved his arm away from me and sat down.

"We were at the studio. We just finished and I stayed behind to work on another song. It was just Dre and me and Imani. Dre went to the bathroom. And then Imani-"

"Why didn't you leave? I told you not to be alone with her! Obviously I was right."

"Dre went to the bathroom, it was only supposed to be for a minute."

"But it wasn't, was it?"

"She pounced fast okay? She started dancing and kept trying get me to do stuff and then I walked away and sat on the couch. That's when she climbed into my lap. Eventually I got her off me and left. But that's all that happened."

"I still can't believe you would say her name!"

"Are you mad?"

"I'm not mad at you for what someone else did to you. If you didn't tell me I would've been pissed. Her, on the other hand, better not ever come near me or you again."

"I love you."

"Did you want to? Sleep with her." I looked him dead in the face. He squirmed a little and then looked up, not meeting my eyes

"Not really."

"What the hell does 'not really' mean?"

"To be honest, She's not ugly and I was sex deprived. But that's the only reason."

"You being horny? No other reason or feelings?"

"No. I have no feelings for her. Please don't be mad at me."

"I told you I'm not mad at you for something you didn't do. I pissed at what you just did."

Jesse put his arm on my shoulder. I slapped it off.

"Don't touch me. I'm still mad at you!"

"It was an accident!"

"I hope the couch is comfortable tonight."

>>>>>>>>>>>>

I flipped another perfect pancake. Sunday mornings were so peaceful. Both Jesse and Diana were asleep so I quietly came downstairs to start breakfast without waking them up. I flipped the bacon the hickory smoke smell filled the kitchen. I went to the refrigerator and grabbed a carton of strawberries and started to cut them.

I felt a pair of arms wrap themselves around my waist.

"Get off." I said.

"Are you seriously still mad, Jay?"

"Yes, how would you like it if we making love and I called you another man's name?"

"I see how that could be problematic. Can you pass me a strawberry?" He said.

I purposefully threw it across the room.

"Can you please tell me what's really bothering you?" He said. He cut the stove burners off and used my waist to turn me around to face him. I looked at the floor.

"Do you have any idea how that made me feel? You calling her name. I mean I know I'm the one to zone out. But I wouldn't call someone else's name. Makes me wonder if you're actually in the moment with me-and you know that's hard enough for me, or if you're think about other people. Especially her? Do you regret not sleeping with her?"

Jesse got on his knees looking up at me from my waist.

"I'm so sorry. Trust me it will never happen again. It was an honest random fuck up, it has nothing to do with how I feel about you. You know that. I'm done with Imani, I don't want her, she's done, she's history, in the past and sealed up. I love you and only you."

"Are you sure? Because if you ever do that again I swear I will-"

Jesse quickly attached his lips to mine.

"I will never do that again. Never. I love you."

"Love your stupid ass too. I hop you didn't max out your card in Cali, cause this is soooooooo going to cost you."

"Oh God. What is this going to cost me?"

"My bracelet could use some matching friends. "

"Do you know how expensive that bracelet was?"

"I know how expensive it's friends are going to be."

"So if I do that, will you stop being mad at me?"

"I might even have sex with you." I said, standing on my toes to kiss the tip of his nose. He kissed the side of my neck.

"I don't get a second chance?"

"Oh, you will. Try not to moan another girl's name though, total mood killer."

"You know what?" Jesse said, picking me up and slinging me over his shoulder.

"Put me down!" I laughed. He started tickling my sides, and spinning me around, causing me to scream and laugh. Eventually he brought me to the living room and threw me down on the couch. He straddled me, his hands still attacking my sides. I tried to push his hands off but he grabbed them and held them down above my head with one hand.

"I'm not going to lie, that was extremely sexy. But if you don't stop, I'm going to piss myself. " I said.

"Oh, really?" He said smirking. "I'll let you go, for a price."

"What's that?" I said looking at him, trying to catch my breath.

"Should I leave the room?" Diana said, walking down the stairs. We both looked toward the stairs. Jesse kissed me and helped me up.

"No, we're not going to have sex since you're here now." He teased. She was quiet for a second and then said,

"Have you done it on the couch?"

"Who wants breakfast?" I said as I walked back to the kitchen. What she didn't know wouldn't hurt her.

>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>

I looked in the fridge for something to eat. I found some chicken pasta that I had ordered a couple of days ago.

Jesse walked by me and said "I wouldn't eat that if I were you."

"I have a stomach of steel."

I did not have a stomach of steel. I threw up about two hours after eating that pasta. I was sitting on the floor of the bathroom after the second wave of vomit. I was trying to be quiet so Jesse wouldn't hear me and so that I didn't have to admit that he was right. At first he walked by the bathroom and then he backed up.

"I told you. I told you not to do it!" He said laughing.

"Shut up!" I tried to cross my arms but my stomach was killing me. Jesse walked in and started massaging my lower back.

"I'm sorry you didn't listen to me." He said.

"Shut up!" He laughed.

"Do you want something to drink?" He asked.

"Maybe some ginger ale and water please.' I said. Jesse got up, kissed the top of my head and started walking out the room when the doorbell rang.

"Jay I'll be right back." He said walking to the door.

"My baby!" I heard Aiesha say. Oh great, another random visit from Aiesha.

"Hey mom, HEY DIANA, come down. How ya doing mom?"

"I missed you guys so much. I have so much to tell you, Jesse."

"Okay you wanna sit in the living room, I'll be right back."

He came back to me with the soda and water.

"We have a visitor. " he said.

"I heard. If you wanna close the door so that it doesn't smell like vomit go ahead."

"Nah, it's fine. Let me know if you need anything, I'll check on you."

"Go ahead." Another wave hit me and I hurled myself over the toilet.

"We can go to the hospital."

"No, I'm fine. It'll pass. My fault for being stupid, hungry, and lazy."

"Okay, but if you don't feel better you're going." He said, kissing my forehead.

>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>

"So there's an offical date set for the start of your dad's trial. They will start in about three months. The prosecution wants him on as many charges as they can and want to put him away for as long as possible." Aiesha said.

I had finished, for now, my temporary bout of mild food poisoning, and I was sitting on the floor in between Jesse's legs, sitting literally anywhere else made me nauseous. Jesse was sitting on the couch, apparently his mom had a ton of news for him, that she waited until he was back for Cali to tell him. After her usual twenty insults she finally started talking.

"Also, I could be closing on the house in the next few weeks, there is a couple that is really interested in it and they are considering putting in an offer. So if that goes through, then I'll be able to really take time and find the house I want."

"Congrats, mom! I hope it goes through. But once it gets sold where are you going to stay?" Jesse said.

"Well, Mel's sister lives in the same neighborhood and Mel was coming up for a visit, so I'll be with them. But it shouldn't be for long because I put in an offer on a house and guess what?"

"Really that's great! What?" Jesse said.

"It's right around the corner from here!" She said with a huge smile on her face. I turned and faced Jesse with the fakest smile I could muster.

"Can you believe that Jess? She found the perfect house just around the corner from us. She'd only be five minutes away." I said, trying to keep my face pleasant.

"I know I heard, that's so great mom! Just around the corner, wow! Great!" He said. I could tell he wasn't that happy about it by the look he gave me.

"And Di wouldn't have to change schools because our towns share a school district. I can come over ALL the time. I might even have time to teach Jaleia some class." She said. I let that insult fly over my head.

"Oh my Gosh, she'll be here all the time Jess, isn't that going to be great?" I said, squeezing Jesse's hand.

"Super." He said.

"Don't get too excited. I still need them to accept my offer."

"Oh we would hate to Jinx it."

"Why do you have so many damn post its everwhere? Your house looks like a damn clown house."

"It's how I remember some of the stuff I have to do. Or how Jesse reminds me."

"I forgot you were one of those scattered brained people." She said her face turning up into an unpleasant expression. She was the type of person to say that ADHD wasn't a real thing or was a "white people" thing just because she didn't like me. But for anyone else it was a legitimate problem.

"Mom. You know-" Jesse started but I interrupted him. I wasn't going to have this conversation with her again, she knew what she was doing and I refused to waste time entertaining it. I had enough of a hard time dealing with having it, and an even harder time with people dealing with it. It wasn't something that most people knew about me. And I intentionally did that. And she knows that's a sore spot with me which is why I won't give her the satisfaction of upsetting me.

"Jesse your mom already knows and we've already had the discussion about her lack of sensitivity. So I won't discuss it again."

I felt my stomach bubble and decided to take my leave now before it got too much. I tapped Jesse's leg before I went to the upstairs bathroom this time. After emptying my digestive tract again and brushing my teeth I started to come downstairs. I stopped when I heard Jesse's voice sounding slightly angry.

"I told you mom, you have to stop. Nobody wants to deal with you criticizing them all the time."

"Well you know how I feel about her, I'm telling you, you settled with her. She is such a downgrade. And she's crazy, I mean she calls it ADHD, but come on? The girl is not wrapped tight. "

"I try to be patient with you, but you're not going to keep talking about her like that. Enough is enough. Stop it. I'm so sick of it."

"Fine, I'll try to keep my opinions to myself. I'm sorry to upset you but I'm your mother. It's my job to tell you the truth. You don't have to like it."

"Look when she comes down you need to apologize. She doesn't deserve that. "

I heard her sigh. "Whatever."

I continued my walk downstairs. Jesse had this crazy idea after the first time I met his mom that eventually she would grow to like me. But in actuality, she just hated me more with every day. He tried to keep the peace, and he always tried to get us to get along but as I've told him, it is never going to work.

"Mom." Jesse said. Aiesha sighed and gave me the most indifferent expression on her face and said.

"I apologize."

"Okay." I said. Jesse gave me a look to which I non verbally responded "What?"

His mom got up and went downstairs to the basement to talk to Diana.

"Jay." Jesse said.

"What?" I said.

"At least she apologized."

"If that's what you want to call it. I should not have eaten that pasta." I said as my stomach suddenly started bubbling again.

"I told you! You have to throw up again?" He said laughing.

"Worse, other end." I said running to the bathroom.

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I sat on the toliet seat and put the timer on my phone. I tried not to obsess too much about getting pregnant and I tried to wait a little longer before taking the test but it was three days since I missed my period and I couldn't wait any longer.

My timer went off. I grabbed the stick and took a deep breath, and looked.

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