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The Dutchess’ Garden - Part 5

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Pairing: Chris Evans x OC Emma Meijers (typical Dutch girl. Blonde, blue eyes.)

Warnings: Explicit language, fluff, not really smut but kinda.

Word count: 1501

‘I thought you’d be home Monday,‘ Robert says. She looks at him with a smile. ‘I was supposed to be home Monday, but I realized I left someone hanging at home,‘ she explains, ‘so Chris, can I take you out sometime? Preferably tonight at seven?‘

7pm. The sun is still bright, nearing golden hour. Chris is standing in front of The Dutchess’ Garden dressed in a suit in the burning heat. Emma told him to dress up, but he took it too far. A jacket it too much for this weather. Does he really care though? Not really, but he is sweating buckets. At least, that’s what it feels like but when he checks his armpits are like a desert. Emma told told him to go around the back and press the doorbell there. She told him that’s where she lives. He looks up at the small balcony above the door and sees the doors are wide open. There is music playing and Emma is humming along. A smile creeps on his face as he presses the doorbell. ‘Oh, Chris, I’ll be down in a second,‘ she calls. He looks up again and sees her leaning over the fence of her balcony. Her hair is waving with the wind, her makeup is done simple but her lips are bright red, he sees parts of a dark turquoise top that compliments her skin. ‘I’ll be here,‘ he answers. She smiles and disappears from the balcony. He can hear her coming down the stairs before the door swings open. The dark turquoise top Chris saw from upstairs turns out to be a slip dress with a plunging back. How many slip dresses does this woman own? ‘Hey, would you mind waiting in the living room for a second? I have to do something real quick,‘ she sounds hurried. ‘Only if you have ac,‘ he jokes. ‘I’ve got multiple fans running,‘ she answers, ‘now come on you big baby and take off that jacket. It’s way too hot.‘ No, she didn’t tell him to take off his jacket so she could awe at his body, that would be highly inappropriate. But what is also highly inappropriate is that suit. Dark blue with a matching tie and white blouse. He looks like a snack. It’s unfair. He follows Emma upstairs and has a small look around while she explains she’ll be back in a second. She’s gone before he can say anything, so he continues to look around. Her apartment is two rooms. The kitchen/living room/bedroom and the bathroom. It’s a mash of different colors, but all compliment each other really well. Her kitchen has a white top and pastel pink cabinets with turquoise tiles on the floor. She has a mint colored fridge with a pastel pink trashcan next to it and yellow bar stools in front of the extending part of the kitchen that looks somewhat like a bar. There is no diner table. In the living section of the house there are two couches. One a big, but dainty, wooden couch with beige cushions and different colored pillows and blankets littered all over it, the other a red leather couch with a crochet blanket draped over the seat and back to prevent the leather from sticking to skin. There’s a small coffee table, which is just a big crate with a stone slab on top of it, and a light blue, imitation Persian rug on the floor. And then there’s the bedroom section. She has a queen-sized bed that could barely fit two people with yellow sheets and a big teddy bear laying where a partner would lay. Above it hangs a big slab of wood with a naked lady painted with turquoise skin surrounded by white flowers and grass on it. Out of curiosity, Chris takes a few steps closer to see the name of the artist. Emma. ‘Chris, I’m done,‘ Emma calls from downstairs, almost scaring Chris so hard that he falls over into her bed but he managers to catch himself. She hears some rumbling upstairs and feels a bit concerned. A man that big in a place that small might cause some problems. ‘Are you okay?‘ ‘I am, I’m fine. I’m coming,‘ he calls back down and rushes down the stairs. ‘You still have you jacket on,‘ she notices, ‘aren’t you hot?‘ ‘I am, in both senses of the word,‘ he jokes. She smiles and playfully punches his arm. ‘Sure man, whatever you say,‘ she laughs and starts walking ahead of him. It is only now that he notices her shoes. They’re big clog-like shoes only leather and sleeker. ‘I like your shoes,‘ he teases. ‘Oh, right, they’re my kitchen shoes,‘ she tells him, ‘they have steel toes, so don’t try anything funny.‘ ‘You were the one who asked me out, I think I should be more worried.‘ ‘Then you’ll be happy to know I have other shoes waiting for me.‘ ‘Where?‘ ‘In The Dutchess.‘ ‘We’re eating at The Dutchess? You let your chef come over?‘ She stops, turns around, and lifts her foot while pointing at the clogs on them. It seems enough of a hint for Chris. ‘You cooked?‘ ‘I did. I hope you don’t mind, but I called some people to ask if you have any allergies,‘ she says with a small grin. ‘I don’t mind.‘ ‘Good, because I wasn’t going to apologize for making sure you don’t die.‘ A snorting laugh way louder than he expected leaves Chris’ mouth. Emma giggles, hiding her mouth behind her hand and walking further.

Emma opens the door for Chris and allows him to walk in. His jaw falls open at the sight of The Dutchess. There are candles everywhere, flowers in vases on all the tables, string lights around the whole bar. ‘It’s beautiful,‘ he awes. ‘I know right,‘ she smiles, ‘but I do have to admit some of it is for the party tomorrow. The candles are for you though.‘ ‘Thank you, I love it,‘ Chris says as he puts an arm around Emma’s shoulder and pulls her into his chest. Mindlessly, he presses a kiss to her forehead. She leans into him with a grin on her face. ‘I’ve got some wines picked out with the meal,‘ she tells him, slowly guiding him towards the table. She pulls out the chair for him and everything. ‘Aren’t I supposed to do that for you,‘ he asks with a chuckle. ‘I asked you out,‘ she replies, ‘so I’m going to be a gentleman for you. I’ll get the first course.‘ ‘First? How many are there,‘ he asks in disbelief. ‘Three. Not too many,‘ she smiles back at him.

As they progress through the meal, Chris starts to realize that she really listened and watched when they’d eat together. She took note of his diet and made the meal so that he wouldn’t have to compromise the next day. Even the dessert isn’t too bad. Simply some sorbet ice cream with fruit and shaved almonds on top. Nothing he couldn’t take. He enjoyed her company, her smile, the way she talks. The sound of her voice could soothe him at the worst of times and could excite him at the best. He found it beautiful how she looked so naturally sophisticated and wondered how she had looked while cooking. He would imagine it would involve her sweatpants, but knowing that she owns special kitchen clogs made him rethink that. She probably had the whole kitchen assemble to match them. She could talk forever and he would never ask her to shut up. ‘Chris, are you still there,‘ she smiles at him. He snaps out of it. ‘I’m so sorry, you’re enchanting, I just-‘ He stops himself from saying something embarrassing, but she looks hopeful. ‘I couldn’t help it. You’re just too beautiful.‘ ‘That’s sweet Chris,‘ she gently grabs his hand over the table, ‘thank you so much for tonight. I was so scared you wouldn’t want to-‘ ‘I was the one who kissed you,‘ he smiles, ‘I couldn’t even say no if I wanted to.‘ He watches her try to suppress a wide smile. She leans over the table and he leans towards her. They lips touch together for a chaste kiss. ‘Thank you.‘ ‘No need to thank me.‘

The two of them start to clear the table, blow out the candles, and clean up. She had told him he didn’t have to help her, but he insisted. She had smiled at him and let him. And then the end of the night came. Way too fast for both of their liking. ‘Ehm, I still have to walk Dodger,‘ Chris says like it’s a suggestion, but to Emma it sounds like it’s the end of the night. ‘That’s okay,‘ she smiles, ‘I’ll see you at the party tomorrow, righ?‘ ‘Or you could walk with me?‘ She lights up. ‘Yeah, yes, I would like that,‘ she smiles brightly, ‘give me a minute to get changed. I’ll be right over.‘

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notsoaveragjoe · 5 years

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Cereal and Self-Love

This post is brought to you by caffeine and Meijer’s Its not-even-fall-yet-halloween-themed Boo-Berry Cereal.

Hey, real talk for a second. I...

Wait, I don’t need to apologize, its my blog.

(Good Mojo, love your emotions for who you are)

I was going to apologize for not posting more regularly. When I started this blog, I tried to do the ‘post every week’ sort of deal, but one thing leads to another and its becomes over a month. I realized that I didn’t promise the void Im typing into anything. Since life is fun and busy and wild, I’ll just promise that whenever I have things worth saying, but am unsure who to say it to, I’ll put it up here in the hopes that someone who appreciates my crazy comes along.

It is currently 2 am on a crisp early September evening in northwest Ohio’s 2nd fake falls of the year. Twas hanging out with one of my housemates after the others went to bed the other day (ie tonight) and we were having a night jamming on the keyboard and having fun with its pre-recorded tracks. I quickly realized that I had not had that much fun in a long time. Being my unadulterated self was a really liberating experience. To be fair, I do take myself a bit too serious most of the time.

Well, school has kicked into full swing and I have big hopes for this coming semester before the spring semester on par to freshman year of college (a bad year--I promise you). Right now, I am taking a good number of ensembles (like 5) and my quartet is looking to do a big competition in the world of classical saxophone. With my new library job, the podcast in the works, and only 3 academic classes, I am excited to see what all I can do when I have time to both focus on my work and have a social life.

Which reminds me; boys. Ugh BOYS!

(I digress)

An article that my school wrote about me that I actually wrote myself about myself and my summer was just posted, and got some cool feedback from my friends, which is cool. I also applied for other grant funding to do more research (which reminds me, I need to do the IRB thing), which I am still waiting for, but if done, then I will have a project that I can work under for literal YEARS into the beginning of my career. This makes me hopeful that this project gets approved so that I can get started on the work that I hope to do with folk music communities. I am also trying to stay connected to the scene now that I am back in the midwest, as I miss being surrounded by people who are also interested in folk music. There are ideas floating in my mind about my musical future after college and how to make it align with my academic future that are much easier to see when not drowning in conservatory life.. Scary stuff y’all.

I helped multiple underclassmen sort out their schedules and lives in order to maintain their physical and mental healths while staying on track to graduate. This just made my heart so happy because I have seen a noticeable difference in the way they interact with one another and they seem to be more relaxed in daily activities. Also,I was able to reach out to two different friends to teach them about meditation and how to take care of your mind. I am grateful forever to the few upperclassmen who took me under their wings my first (ish) year(s) here at school and helped me figure my life out. I hope that their lives are better for it. (woah, just had a flashback to a few moments with a friend who everyone thought was weird, but I did not see it. I now realize the types of stressors he was under at this point in his last year and how amazing it is that he was willing to reach out to me like that. Damn, I wish we hadn’t lost contact when he graduated. What a good friend. Now he runs a big band program in Texas. If you see this, thanks The Dolehammer).

I am working at the library now and managed to leave the admissions office and this has also been a wise decision. Though I had originally thought I may want to become a music librarian, I now know that I do not. Though it is unlikely that this will become my vocation, it is still a great job for me at the moment. Though it is tiring and has its own cultural issues within the job that I do not have the urge to decipher yet, it is a very. very. very. calm and low-stress environment. exactly what I need. In this way, it is So. Refreshing. to be able to shut my mind off for a few hours a week to just sing the alphabet song a lot and decipher numbers instead of reading sheet music, practicing, performing, and rehearsing all of the music I am currently working on. The most refreshing part is that I get to do it surrounded by stacks and stacks of sheet music, cd’s, and LP’s.

So, everything is cool for now, I guess.

Oh the CEREAL!

Basically, when I was eating cereal this evening, I realized why getting sugary cereal for myself was such a great moment of impulsive self-love as a grand gesture from myself to myself to let me know I care about myself. (Awe shucks, Mojo (Blush).

In Other Words: I’M THRIVING

-♥️ Mojo

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