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#i can literally house an entire large pizza + sides + drinks in under an hour sometimes
trivialbob · 10 months
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Back home after a fun weekend.
Saturday during the day I visited downtown Chillicothe. That afternoon our clan went out to a country house and wedding venue for my cousin Kate’s daughter’s wedding. (There was some discussion about 2nd cousins, or cousins once removed, etc. I stuck with the bride’s name, Molly). This is my mom’s side of my family.
The property had a horse stable that had been converted into a two bedroom, one bath man cave, complete with a huge bar. I want one for myself now. It would be so cool to park my motorcycle outside my bedroom door. I assume Sheila would get an equal thrill parking her scooter there too. Or we could park them in the second bedroom. Those sliding horse doors are HUGE.
The ceremony was held outside, under bright sun and a perfect 72°F temperature. The bride was beautiful. The groom was handsome. Tissues were necessary.
After a not-too-long ceremony we all moved over to an open sided building for the reception. This is farm country. Many of the men had large, fancy belt buckles, western shirts, cowboy boots, and best of all -- cowboy hats. I loved it. I’ll be on Amazon later tonight.
My branch of the family occupied two large tables. We had a great time together. My uncle Bob and his wife Debbie were there, along with Bob’s son Greg and his wife Melinda. It’s always nice catching up. Not only do Bob and I share a first name, we have a mutual interest in beer.
Because the wedding and reception were outside, a porta potty was the closest place to pee. Melinda, who is a little older than me, literally had never set foot in a porta potty. Not even once, not in her entire life.
There was plenty of drink on hand. Eventually Melinda had to pee. One of my sisters told her to just use the porta potty, because ti was close by. Reluctantly, Melinda agreed. Somebody should have done one of those “first day of school/first time in a porta potty” photos. Had I been right there I would have insisted on it!
As I heard the story, Melinda entered, then exited very quickly. She can retain her claim to having never peed in a porta potty. Not even once, not in her entire life. She found indoor plumbing to complete the task.
The father of the bride, Mike, shares my enjoyment of saving money. Note to self: Sometime ask him about pizza-flavored Goldfish crackers.
Along with some kegs and cans of beer, there were wine bottles everywhere. Rumor had it the wine was sourced from the Aldi region of Chillicothe and was not expensive. My cousin Jenny asked Mike if it was five dollar wine. “Oh goodness no, Jennifer. This is the $3.50 wine!”
Frugal and proud of it!
Jenny told Mike she was going to be sure to drink $10 worth of his wine. I’m not sure if that pleased Mike or made him want to put a donation jar on the table.
This morning a group of us ate breakfast at our hotel then hit the road. My dad and I took a shorter but more scenic route out of Chillicothe to the Interstate. The pretty landscape was covered by farms, horses and some three-person towns. We had to cross a single-lane bridge along the way. There was a lot of driving. I’m tired now, though I had plenty of good conversation with my dad.
Below... cousin, cousin and mother of the bride, cousin, brother, sister, sister, cousin, and me! I have two more cousins, but they couldn’t be there.
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garlique · 3 years
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disordered eating tw im just articulating my thoughts abt my eating habits contextualized against my mental health issues also if yr grace and u see this no u dont <3
#a list of things i have eaten today:#red bull#yerba mate energy drink thing#20 million little mints#i should go eat some of my candied ginger so i dont throw up during choir hehe#anyway ya this depressive episode is very sexy in this regard because it literally takes too much effort to eat#because my problem most times#with restricting my eating is that like... i have adhd ive been an emotional eater my entire life#so its almost ALWAYS easier for me to eat than to not eat thats how i end up binging#because it's so fucking easy for me to start eating and just keep eating and eating and eating#i can literally house an entire large pizza + sides + drinks in under an hour sometimes#i think thats also why on my worse days i like wait so long to eat because once i DO eat its easier to keep eating#and harder to skip a late meal#plus i just like doing things later in the day i feel like im a person mostly between like 4 and 10 pm when im sober#but yes anyway. this depressive episode is making it VERY difficult to eat which is literally SO sexy#i truly love it when its easier to not eat than eat because that happens so rarely#but for like the last week ish theres only been one day where ive had more than one meal and thats SO SEXY#ofc my like once daily meals do end up being like way bigger than they should b a lot of the time like#because im still not good at restricting my intake when i actually eat like it truly is either i dont eat or i eat normal#like i dont think i could keep my caloric intake limited if i tried honestly#so like i do end up eating 1000 calories at like 8 pm and then nothing else#anyway ok if u read this first of all why second of all DO NOT send me any high and mighty messages abt it i am simply too tired#im gonna go eat some candied ginger for no vomity and i will see yall during choir hehe
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sadachmesarthim · 3 years
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towers for your honeycomb chapter 3: no i do not condone underage drinking i just think it's a good plot devic-
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content: the boys have One Beer Each™, peter both sets and completely ignores his own boundaries, author remembers the communion chapter from "how to read literature like a professor" and bastardizes it, both of them have anxiety but neither say anything about it, smoking
words: 2k     song: outskirts of paradise - bad suns     
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Looking Tony in the eye was like staring at the sun. Peter could barely hold his gaze, always finding an excuse to turn away.
He was sat in front of the other man a few weeks later, sharing drinks and pizza at a new brewery down the road. It’d cost him his liquor license, and potentially a clean record, if anyone found out, but Richie (their most beloved regular) offered to let the pair try the latest house brew if they ever swung through.
Peter wasn’t one for beer, but he’d accepted Tony’s invite anyway.
He wasn’t entirely sure why. Since their fight, they’d worked all of maybe three hours together. No other shifts, they avoided each other at meetings, and neither were particularly willing to reach out off the clock and apologize.
It was like the world was screaming at them to stay away from each other.
Peter wasn’t sure he wanted to listen.
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After his shift that morning, Peter found Tony outside, leaning up against the hood of his car & working through his second cigarette. He drummed on the side of his thigh, keeping his empty hand busy as he waited for Peter to come out. Tony jumped at the sight of him, tossing the half finished cig down a storm drain.
“You know those lead straight to the ocean, right?” There was more amusement than anger behind his words. Peter wasn’t entirely sure what Tony was up to, but he was too tired to start shit. He crossed to the passenger side of his car, tossing his belongings to the floor.
“Even if it didn’t go through the city’s filtration system – fuck the fish.” Peter rolled his eyes. Funny as he was, Tony always had to be contradictory.
“Don’t you have, like, a school of them on your shoulder?” Tony’s normally visible salmon tattoos were safely tucked away behind a denim jacket Peter’d never seen before.
“Irrelevant.” Peter rounded the hood and turned, facing the other man. “Did you need something or were you just here to argue about my town’s plumbing system?” He huffed the words out, arms crossing in front of his chest expectantly.
“I, uh…” He suddenly went silent. The ground crunched under Tony’s feet, gravel scraping asphalt under his shoes. They were a rattier pair he owned – more tape than sole, oil staining the canvas.
“I wanted to know if you’d come to lunch with me. Today. Like, right now?” He hesitated at the last few words, like he wasn’t sure he could say them out loud. “I, uh. I’m pretty sure I have some things to say to you, and Richie’s got some good stuff waiting for us at the Pub House…”
Peter was astounded. “Who are you, and what have you done with my Tony?” My Tony? What? “I- why should I trust you? I’m sure as hell not getting in a car with you.”
Tony’s face fell. A bit of- what, disappointment? flew across his face. Peter would’ve missed it had he not been staring, impatient for his answer. Tony, floundering at the rejection, couldn’t give him one.
“Okay, maybe- how about this. I’ll think about it. Give me five minutes to go wash up and I’ll be back.” He turned & headed inside, not waiting for a response.
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The cool water felt good against his burning, salt-stained cheeks. Peter hadn’t realized just how tired he was – opens had always taken it out of him, and the early spring temperatures didn’t always prevent the stand from turning into a heater during rush hour.
The soap in the stand was always too fragrant for his taste, but it did the job – it felt good to wash away the day’s work and come back looking like a new man. He smoothed his eyebrows down and dried himself off, wetting his hair a bit as he finished.
He wound up with grind in it again, brushing it out with a comb he found in the first aid kit. One of these days he was going to have to start wearing hats to work. Shampooing his hair every single day was taking its toll on his curls, and he wasn’t a fan of burnt coffee smell.
Stepping back, he squinted into the warped mirror in front of him. Much better.
Back outside, Tony’d lit up his third cigarette of the day. The shakes’d largely abandoned him, allowing his anxiety to drift inward. The sticks only did so much – he missed the higher, stronger hit of his Suorin, but he was trying to quit (ironically enough).
He was actually able to finish this one by the time Peter made his way back outside, looking significantly better without $5 worth of product on his face.
“Okay, some rules.” He came up, stopping just short of Tony. “You’re paying for both of us. We leave whenever I want, without complaint. We go straight there and come straight back - it’s eight blocks, I don’t want any bullshit scenic routes.” His tone was firm – something Tony’d never encountered with him before. 
“Yes. Yes, anything. Okay.” 
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Tony’s car was a lot nicer than Peter anticipated. He’d recently sold his truck, swapping it for a silver Mini Cooper instead. It was a pretty little thing, just up his alley.
It was also fucking obnoxious. He’d bought it with a modified exhaust and had plans to make it even louder. You could almost always hear him coming, little pop pop pops audible for quite a ways. 
It was… less clean than Peter expected. Tony was always so well put together, so well-maintained - seeing stray gum wrappers and drink cups littered around the interior was almost jarring. He didn’t realize he was staring until Tony spoke up. 
“She’s nice, isn’t she?” Peter nodded. He silently took in his new surroundings, nerves on fire. He’d never done well around strangers, in new places. His mind’d always screamed at him, danger unsafe bad run, overriding his sensibilities.
“Hey, are you good? I can take you back if you need.” They’d barely left the Outback parking lot. 
“No- no, I think I’ll be okay. Just… not where I thought I’d end up when I woke up today, y’know?” Peter tried to laugh it off, but he’d always been pretty transparent. 
Tony turned a corner, cutting back into the lot they just came from and turning the car off. “Seriously, Peter. If you don’t want to come to lunch with me just say so. I’ll take you back to your car and we can pretend it never happened.” Okay, seriously, who the fuck is this guy and what did he do with Tony?
“No, I- I think I’m okay. Seriously. Let’s just go and get it over with - I kinda want to hear you grovel anyway.” He settled further into his seat, failing to shake away the agitation. 
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The flatbread was actually really good. It was more of a hipster take on pizza - white sauce and pearl onions definitely making it stand out - but it wasn’t a bad lunch by any means. 
The beer definitely wasn’t Peter’s favorite. He was barely sipping by, trying hard to keep a straight face as he swallowed. Damn Richie anyway. 
It’d started off awkward enough - discussing where to sit, small talk about their week, the weather. It felt more like a bad first date than an apology, but- 
“I really am sorry. For what happened in the fridge.” 
Oh. 
“Okay. Why?” Peter tightened the hand around his glass, bracing for Tony’s next words. 
“I.. I was kind of an asshole when I was younger, too. I figured I could make a fresh start here with a brand new town of people that didn’t know or assume anything about me.
“I was doing okay for a little while, too, but I don’t know man I just.. something happened and I just- I don’t know why I’m a dick to you. But I’m trying not to be. This is that, like, ‘first step’, I guess?” Peter nodded along, attentive. 
"So, I don't know. I'm sorry for being a dick to you at work. I'm sorry for being a dick to the girls. I shouldn't yell at you or drag your family into this bullshit - I'm sorry, Peter."
There it was again, that name. His first fucking name. 
“I- thank you, Tony. It’s a start, and I certainly haven’t forgiven you, but… thank you. Seriously.” Tony sighed, shoulders visibly relaxing. Peter let go of his glass and wiped it off, standing and walking around to Tony’s side of the table. 
“Okay then, time for a do-over! Hi, I’m Peter Parker. I’m 19 and I’ve worked at Outback North Espresso for a little over 9 months. What’s your name?” He stuck his hand out, waiting for Tony to make the next move.  
Tony laughed, pushing his chair back and standing to meet the other teen. “Okay, uh, I’m Tony Stark, I’m 18, and I’ve worked at Outback for almost 6. Nice to re-meet you, Peter.” He shook Peter’s hand, awestruck at just how soft it was. He quickly steeled his face and sat back down, releasing Peter and allowing him to do the same. 
Once he was sat back down at his side, Peter looked up, confused. “Wait, you’re still 18?” 
Tony laughed. “Not for long. My birthday’s at the end of next month.” 
“Wow, I can’t believe I’m older than you!” 
Tony rolled his eyes. “That’s - it’s literally three months, that barely counts.” 
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Their debate lasted well into the afternoon, alongside several other discussions. Peter’s childhood in Richland, and what it was like growing up there. What Federal Way was like, and why Tony left. Peter could tell he was remaining intentionally vague, but didn’t push it. 
Their beers were warm and the pizza was long gone by the time they abandoned their table. Tony guided him out the back, hand high on his arm. 
Once they were back in the car, Peter’s anxiety returned. It was like he’d spent the last few hours speaking to a completely different person, and now that he was sitting mere inches from Tony… 
He wasn’t scared. He wasn’t. He wasn’t… sure, exactly. What it was. 
Tony spoke up when he noticed the tension in his passenger seat. 
“Hey, we’ll get you back to your car soon, I promise. Eight blocks, remember?” His right hand made its way to Peter’s knee, digging soft circles into the denim. Just like in the fridge.
“Please don’t- don’t touch me. Without asking.” It came out harsher than intended. 
“Okay, all good. No worries. We’re like, two minutes away.” Tony eased off the clutch, turning right out of the parking lot and onto the road. The windows rolled down and Peter let his head fall back in relief. Fresh air always helped him clear his head. 
It really was a short drive - right turn, left turn, right turn - and they were back at Peter’s car. The doors unlocked, and he was out in an instant. A bit too fast to be respectful, if he was being honest, but he knew he needed out. Tony stopped him before he was able to get in his car. 
“Hey, for real. Thank you for today. I’m sorry if it was too much.” 
Peter looked over and down to meet his eyes. “I- yeah, of course. No, yeah, thank you. For the apology. I’m sorry I freaked out on you. But no this- it was good. Yeah. Thank you, Tony.” 
He turned, unlocking the door and closing it before either could say anything else. After turning the key he sped off, without throwing even a glance behind him. 
Tony watched as Peter peeled away, reaching for the box of Pall Malls in his cupholder. He lit one, shifting into first and heading in the opposite direction. 
Not bad. Not good, but not bad. 
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0:00 “Hello! Welcome to Minjoon’s Kitchen.” “Who’s fucking kitchen?” Brandon’s voice off camera startled a laugh out of Minjoon, loud and squeaky; and that was it for the theme of the live. “Welcome to uh... Welcome to Minjoon in a kitchen.” “Welcome to not Minjoon’s Kitchen.” Brandon added, finally coming into view. “Welcome not Minjoon to Minjoon’s Kitchen, not in Minjoon’s kitchen.” “Featuring Minjoon.” “Welcome to Brandon’s kitchen!” “Welcome to Brandon is trying to get his car home because she’s parked in fucking central LA after we went for brunch and had so many mimosas that I legally wasn’t allowed to drive us home.” “Hi MTV. Welcome to Brandon’s crib.” “Look mom! I‘m on MTV and I didn’t have to be 16 and pregnant to do it!” The pair started cackling again, uncontrollably hysterical in their inebriated states. 8:14
“You should make that a thing.” ”What?” ”Not Minjoon’s Kitchen. Once a month you just show up at a random fans house, streaming and giving them no time to prepare for you to cook whatever they have in their house.” ”Absolutely not. You know I like to be organised when cooking.” ”You’re literally squinting at lettuce in the fridge, I think you’re past that.” ”That’s lettuce?” “Oh my god, Minjoon. You can’t cook like this.” “I can’t see properly. I don’t know where my glasses are.” “This is going to be the most disappointing episode of your show ever and it’s live. We can’t cook, it’s gonna be dangerous and messy.” “In the words of the awesome Jake Peralta. Title of your sex tape.” “Oh my god. No, mine would be called uhh.. Put that thing back where it came from or so help me.” “Nope. I already claimed that for mine.” “Joonie! I hate the accuracy.” The laughing continued, even as the pair complained that they couldn’t breathe.
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After they’d finally calmed down they took the camera with them to the couch, after the executive decision that the pair were definitely in no state to try to actually cook anything and a too large order of pizza. “We have like half an hour to kill. What are we going to do now?” “Remember when I asked for a Q&A way back in the past when I thought I’d be sober at four in the afternoon? We’ll do that and then I guess I’m writing a formal apology on my notes app to anyone who was hungry and eager to learn. Just like a real celebrity.” Minjoon fished around in his pockets for his phone, handing it to Brandon once it was unlocked so he could read it aloud. “I just figured out the greeting. Welcome to the last ever episode of Minjoon’s Kitchen.” “My biggest mistake this time was too much Minjoon and not enough kitchen. Some people come just to see my organised spice rack.” “You’ve both upgraded and downgraded to Brandon’s Couch.” “Love it. I’ve re-branded. Put it on a T-shirt. Every episode I’m just going to show you how to order different pizzas. We’re a podcast now.” “You’re a dumbass. Alright! Let’s see what we got. Minjoon.. What is your favorite thing to cook?”  “Everyone I see with how hot I am.” The laughter started up once more, even despite their previous attempts to calm down. “I fucking told you! I knew you’d get that one.” “You owe me $50 for saying it!” “I’ll buy all the pizza you just ordered, how about that?” “Catch me outside?” “Stop! How have you made it this far in life as a meme?” “I wasn’t always like this, it’s part of my rebrand. Brandon’s Couch: Meme edition.” “I can’t believe we failed cooking and now we’re already failing the Q&A.” “No! No, I got this. My favourite thing at the moment.. I love making risotto. Mostly because I get to eat it afterwards and I love eating risotto but yeah! That’s my favourite right now.” “I don’t think that’s really answering.” “It’s my answer. This is still not Minjoon’s Kitchen featuring Minjoon for this last episode. Shh. Next question!” “This one asks if there is anything in particular that gets me inspired for designs? Yes! I love art so as soon as my bank account hits below a mil, I’m like.. Shit! Gotta doodle. No, I find inspiration everywhere. Sometimes it’s just a particular mood I’m in, sometimes I’ll see a net curtain blowing a particular way in a breeze and design an entire dress from how it falls. Sometimes I’ll see a colour that I’ll want to make an entire wardrobe out of. I’ve been painting a lot recently, not designs just.. things I like and I’ve been able to work from those. Gross, I know but yeah. Inspiration is everywhere. Disgusting. Unacceptable. I refuse to be inspired again that was too mushy.”
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The boys were a giggly mess. Almost everything bringing them to hysterics even if it was just something said with the smallest hint of sarcasm, they were grabbing onto the couch and each other’s arms for support as they hiccuped their way through another bout of laughter. “Anyway! Next question is top 5 celebrity chefs. Mine of course is Joonbug and that’s it. Wait, no that dude from that thing we saw in England. Gordon’s friend.” “Oh! With the road trip?” “Yeah, the really funny one.” “I loved that. Mine is obviously Chef Ramsay, Remy.. Gotta give my boy a shout out. Chef Baek Jong-won. Oh! The um.. I discovered that dude during fashion week in London that time. The sciencey one. Hus.. Hes..? I don’t remember his actual name but he made some amazing things. I was in awe. I’m also throwing in whoever invented bulgogi. That’s my top five. I actually met Chef Ramsay recently!” “You did! You called me after. How was it meeting your hero?” “Oh, I cried. Like a big baby. Ugly sobbing and lots of I love yous in the middle of a cupcake shop.” “Classic Minjoon behaviour.” “He signed my T-shirt and I cried some more. I would have proposed through my tears but I was crying too much. Like the shaky inhale, full on breakdown kind of crying? I can’t even be embarrassed because he still talked to me.” “You’re a baby!” “I am a baby! 달콤한 아기. That’s what my eomma and momma call me and then they pinch my cheekies.” “Cute! Ooh! How does it feel.. no, fuck. That’s not.. shut your face. I can read. How does performing feel on stage versus cooking on camera? How did it feel being on stage?” “I refuse to acknowledge what that means. Stage? What stage?” “They’re talking about your big, gay musical re-enactment of your love for me.” “I wish I could use memes like in real life? Just the I do not see meme but my face. Honestly though? It’s different because I can cook. This mess obviously doesn’t count but I can edit everything I post and I know what I’m doing? I’m confident when I’m cooking. I know what I can and can’t do. Being on stage was just.. I was terrified. It was terrifying. I had fun though and I did work hard. Like.. I decided last minute and I had to learn choreo and remember lyrics to things I wrote years ago. I was scared I’d trip up and face plant the whole time. Like the entire time. I wanted to be included though and I couldn’t go to the festival because it was terrifying being around so many people. I just kind of listened from the side lines but it sounded good and you said you had lots of fun being up there.” “I did. You know me though. I’m that one line from that Mike Posner song about needing everyone’s eyes just to feel seen.” “Woah. Hashtag deep.” “Oh my god. You’re ridiculous.” “I did need the entire weekend to recover though. It’s.. it’s a lot to open yourself up like that.” “You mean serenading the town with love songs about me?” “You suck so bad.” “Is that how you talk to the former love of your life?” Minjoon snorted, slapping at Brandon’s arm. “You were so in love with me. It’s my greatest achievement, you know? I put it on my resume under my skills. Has given Minjoon boners.” The reaction was instant, Brandon’s loud laugh failing to cover Joonie’s shriek that soon turned into a laugh but even his amusement couldn’t mask how red he’d gotten. “No! I hate it here! You suck so bad! So bad! I can never show my face in public or make eye contact with another human being ever again!” “It’s a good job I put the age restriction thingy on this stream. I knew I’d be a fucking menace after the second drink.” “You’re not a menace! You’re a gremlin! God, end the stream before you really do end my YouTube career. Goodbye everyone! I’m gonna go eat my body weight in pizza and become a cave hermit.” “Bye little Joonie fans! Sorry about the.. Fuck it, I’m not sorry about anything. Peace out, bitches!”
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issa-me-addy · 4 years
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Better Than Words (OC x Bucky Barnes) 
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PART ONE/?
A/N: HELLO welcome to my chaos. This takes place in an AU after Spiderman: Homecoming where the Avengers have reassembled and the following all live in the Avengers tower: Tony, Pepper, Steve, Bucky, Natasha, Wanda and Vision. Peter Parker’s identity is still intact and he spends his free time training at the Avengers tower under a “Stark internship”. 
also here is my masterlist! 
Word Count: 2261
Warnings: fluff, mild angst, and slow burn 
New city. New apartment. New job. New life. 
Maya was ready, though. After living in her parents house up until her mid 20s, she was beyond prepared to leave and get the change of scenery she’s been craving since middle school. And with everything she did, everybody could see how sure of this she was.
She did everything without hesitation. She said yes to the Midtown School of Science and Technology without even taking the time offered to think about it. She signed the lease to the first studio apartment she found in Manhattan and she started packing the moment she knew the job and the apartment were hers. 
By the beginning of June, Maya had moved everything to New York and was pushing her parents out of her apartment. But of course they insisted on staying. 
“Just one night! I can make you dinner and help you organize the kitchen. We’ll be out of your hair by the morning.” Her mom practically begged, as she was, quite frankly very anxious about the entire move. 
And of course Dad agreed, “I could install your shelves and build your bed frame so you don’t sleep on a mattress on the floor tonight.” 
But Maya needed this. She couldn’t wait another night to fully embrace the reality of her new life. 
“No, it is fine! Really!” Maya was already grabbing her mom’s purse, and fishing her dad’s keys out of the pile of junk on the kitchen counter. “I want you guys on the road before it gets too dark. Just make sure you call me when you get back to Philly!” 
And through bewildered arguments at the daughter’s new found independence, Maya continued to walk them towards the door. She managed to yell over them, and then physically pushed them out of the apartment, “I love you! Drive safe! Dad, make sure to use your turn signals!” 
And like a coming of age film, she closed the door, fixed all the locks, and pressed her back against the door of her studio, her eyes scanning the first thing that was completely and utterly hers. She took a breath and felt excitement like no other started to fill her veins. 
Maya spent the rest of the night fixing the bathroom and then the kitchen. By 3 in the morning she was freshly showered and sitting on the floor of her living room with her back pressed against the couch. She smiled at the cluttered space, a piece of pizza in her hand, and Shrek 2 spinning in the DVD player. 
For the next two weeks Maya spent her days unpacking, arranging, decorating, reading, online shopping, rearranging, and singing at the top of her lungs.
Most afternoons she’d go downstairs to the Corner Cafe that was renting the apartment to her. Maya would sit and work on transfer paperwork, brainstorm potential classroom setups, and draft book lists for the Fall semester. Every now and then she’d make conversation with the barista, a high school student named MJ. Maya would ask about local bookstores, where to get the best Thai food, and eventually about Midtown. They both laughed when they realized they’d probably be spending the school year together. Needless to say, Maya and MJ got along really well. 
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The following Friday afternoon, the Cafe was a bit more crowded. But all the same, Maya sat at her corner table by the pick up counter. She had always gravitated towards this spot, but now it was mostly to chat with MJ when things got slow and to cheer her on during the rushes. And MJ definitely needed a lot of support this shift. 
And then to Maya’s disbelief Natasha Romanoff walked in. 
It was an interesting scenario considering everyone knew who the Avengers were now, but what was far more interesting to Maya was the way no one paid any mind to her presence. She figured it was true what they said about New York: everyone just minded their own business, really. In any case, Maya didn’t feel any strong emotions towards being in the presence of known vigilantes, but she couldn’t help but feel her muscles tense when Natasha stood at the side of her table. 
A few moments passed and before Maya could properly comprehend what she was doing, she opened her mouth. “Would you like to sit?” 
Natasha was taken aback but nodded appreciatively, smiled and pulled the chair opposite to Maya and sat down. “Thanks, stranger.” Natasha’s knees were facing the counter though, an elbow each on the back of her chair and another on the table they were now sharing. 
A handful of moments passed again and Maya let out an exasperated groan after realizing that she, yet again, sent the wrong attachment to her new boss. 
Natasha’s fingers were now rapping rhythmically, against the wooden table top and then she spoke up. “Rough day?” 
Maya was a bit razzled, despite the fact that she was the one that opened up the possibility of a conversation just moments ago. “Uh, yes and no? It's just a new job. It's a bit overwhelming, you know?” 
It was only after the words came out of her mouth that Maya realized she shouldn’t have said her job was overwhelming to a person who fought crime for a living. She bit her tongue and braced herself for a laugh but it didn’t come. 
“You’ll get a hang of it.” It was at this moment that MJ called Natasha’s name out. She stood and pushed in her chair before grabbing the little white baggy off the counter. “Try one of the pastries. I promise it’ll make you feel a bit better; they’re the best in the whole city.” 
Maya gave her a small smile and a nod, “I’ll do that! Have a good night.” 
“You too, Stranger.” Natasha proceeded to pinch the little bag between her teeth, rummaging through her pockets and walking towards the exit 
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In the following weeks, the interactions only became more frequent. It was probably every other day that the two would see each other at Corners. 
At first it was Hellos and Goodbyes but eventually Natasha would sit at the same table with Maya while waiting for her order to be ready, not that it ever took all that long. Before the end of the month, the two exchanged names and Maya was happy to find that Natasha actually preferred to be called Nat. 
Shortly after the proper introductions Nat started to enjoy her pastry at the table with Maya before leaving. 
Very quickly, Maya grew tired of the same courteous conversations and started talking about her new teaching job and Nat helped in large part with all of Maya’s online shopping decisions. Sometimes Maya was afraid of coming off as self centered but she was pretty wary of asking Nat about her life outside of the coffee shop. But, fortunately Nat was much more interested in classroom decor and keeping updated with Maya’s personal challenge of trying every possible drink MJ was willing to make. 
By July, Nat started bringing the other Avengers by for coffee runs. 
Maya immediately hit it off with Steve. After finding out that Maya was a literature teacher, Steve would talk about how reading was his favorite pastime pre-serum and that he’d love to visit the classroom one day. He even geeked about the latte art that MJ would do in the wide mouth mugs for Maya. She and Nat did not miss the opportunity to laugh about this when Steve excused himself to use the bathroom. 
It was peculiar though. Nat would tease that Maya and Steve were a literal match made in heaven. She’d go on about their overlapping interests and how smoothly they got along from the beginning. Maya had to think about it, though. On one hand, Maya thought, who wouldn’t want to be of interest to Captain America himself? 
But alas, Maya was the kind of girl who believed in the kind of love that you felt in your gut. And despite the blush on her cheeks when Nat talked about the two of them, Maya didn’t feel it in her gut. 
Weeks had passed and Maya had grown accustomed to greeting Nat, Steve, Pepper, Sam & Wanda whenever they made their way into Corners. None of them really stopped to chat, except for Nat and Steve, but Maya thought it was still nice to share small smiles and waves with the rest of them. 
In the back of her mind, Maya thought a lot about the rest of the Avengers. She was well aware of Tony Stark and heard things about Vision in passing, but Nat eventually clarified that Tony doesn’t get his own coffee and Vision still doesn’t entirely comprehend the act of food consumption. 
Truly, Maya was most curious about Steve’s best friend, Bucky. Steve did talk about him in passing from time to time but Maya knew to not straightforwardly ask about him. She knew the bare minimum about The Winter Soldier from the Daily Bugle and the tabloids. And knowing that Steve was his best friend, Maya bit her tongue despite all the questions flooding her mind whenever his name came up. 
It was the last week of July when Nat finally brought Bucky to Corners. 
-- 
In Maya’s mind, aside from meeting Nat, Bucky’s introduction was the most memorable. When she thought long and hard about it, it was mostly because of the fact that Bucky’s first impression was distinctly different from the rest of them-- less chirpy, you could say. 
When the two of them walked in, Nat basically made a beeline for Maya’s little table and greeted her right away. 
“Hey, Nat! Pastry or coffee today?” Maya hummed, barely looking up from her laptop. She was intensely focused on finishing a thought about her lesson plan before properly opening herself up to conversation. 
Nat sat to the right of Maya, her back facing the counter. Then, Nat gestured for Bucky to sit in her usual spot, across from Maya. 
“Pastries! I caught ol’ Bucky here snagging some of my extras in the middle of the night, so I decided to let him in on the secret.” 
Maya nodded before properly looking up, “Sounds like quite the racoon to me,” a small smile forming on her face. Then she lifted her eyes from her computer screen and there he was. Maya’s stomach turned in the most peculiar way.  
Bucky had on a hoodie and his hair was tied up in a low ponytail. The hood wasn’t up on his head but instead fluffed up enough to come up around the bottom of his ears and his hands were in his pocket, resting in his lap underneath the table. He seemed hesitant to hold any eye contact with her, which Maya didn’t take offense to, but he did manage to look at her for a moment. 
He gave the smallest acknowledging grin before saying, “Hello, I’m James.” 
Nat was preoccupied during this small moment, busy trying to wave down MJ who was in the middle of pulling a shot of espresso. “MJ! Just the pastries today, but make it a double order, please!” 
Nat turned back to Maya before she could properly introduce herself to Bucky.
“Yeah, he caught me with a jam filled one last week and has been snatching them ever since.” 
Maya smiled at this. “So what? The jig is up? Everyone in the tower knows that tough Natasha Romanoff is obsessed with flakey pastries?” She loved to tease Nat, but some of her joy was being overcome by the tension she was creating in her own mind about even looking at Bucky. 
Hearing him chuckle at her remark did help her muscles ease up though. 
“Ha. Ha,” Nat dully retorted. “The only reason I decided to share my secret with him is because he won’t tell a soul. It’d be much easier for me to gain my dignity back if I got caught, but he would lose most of, if not all of his tough guy credentials.” 
Maya giggled in response before looking straight into Bucky’s eyes and reassuring him, “Don’t worry. Even if you get caught I think Corner’s pastries are well worth losing your street cred.” 
Bucky chuckled and brought his flesh hand up to rub his index finger underneath his nose. “I think you’re right, doll. I’d risk it all for another raspberry one.” 
Maya felt a wave of mixed emotions following Bucky’s response. She felt her skin grow hot after processing the outdated nickname and only hoped that her complexion wasn’t visibly compromised. All the while though, she was glad to have been able to have any kind of conversation with him. 
Fortunately for Maya, she didn’t have to withstand that burning feeling for much longer because MJ called out Nat’s name and she was quick as a cat to grab the little white bags off the counter. 
Nat patted her hand on Maya’s shoulder, not even bothering to sit back down. She looked at Bucky and nodded her head towards the door. “Alright, Maya! We’re out. I’ll see you next time.” 
“Yeah, get back safe,” Maya responded, her hand reached up and patted Nat’s knuckles as Bucky pushed in his chair. “It was nice to meet you, James.” 
“You too, Maya,” and with that, Bucky gave a small wave and pulled his hood up as he and Nat made their way out the door and down the street. 
Maya watched until they were out of sight. 
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elareine · 4 years
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@scootboot97​ and I did a thing! Or, well, he did and I tagged along. 
Winners get road rash
Chapters: 1/1 Fandom: Batman - All Media Types Rating: Explicit Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply Relationships: Roy Harper/Jason Todd Additional Tags: TransboyRoy, Alternate Universe - College/University, and they were roomates, Cunnilingus, in this house winners get rewards, Friends to Lovers, Trans Roy Harper
Roy was lying on the bed when Jason walked in quietly, shutting and locking the door behind him. There was one long leg stuck straight up in the air as Roy used the bed frame to do some stretches. His race uniform was tossed in a heap on the floor, and while Jason had been getting them drinks, he’d changed into something more comfortable: A soft blue tank top and his least favorite shorts, the loose black ones that fall right off his hips if he’s not careful.  
“Gotchu that soda. Winners get sodas round here.“  
There was a chuckle from the bed, tired but amused. “Winners get road rash, Jaybaby.“
Roy whined as Jason sat on the bed, jostling his legs. With his legs down, Roy could see Jason carefully making himself at home on the bed, kneeling so he could look at Roy. Although he seemed to be trying to look literally anywhere else.  
“Dude, I took my pants off and they were stuck to my fuckin’ thighs, man.“ Roy tossed his head back on the pillows and tried not to shift his thighs. He did, however, wiggle his painted toes at Jason. “Sorry if I stink. I need to take a shower.“
Jason sniffed, getting a snort from his friend. “Nah, I like how you smell after a hard run, it's nice. Don’t worry ‘bout it.“
Jason shifted a little, watching Roy play with his phone, the thoughts of that afternoon’s race echoing in his head. He couldn’t believe he’d fucking said that. The sight of Roy sprinting down that field to cross the finish line, the knowledge that Roy had looked directly at him and put a whole new burst of speed on...it had done something to his brain.  
He’d meant to say how proud he was, but instead, what he’d whispered in his best friend's ear as Roy leaped into his arms was: “God, I want to eat you out after this.”
Roy had laughed and winked before kissing his cheek and demanding to be brought to his teammates. The ride home had been normal. Roy had gobbled down wings and pizza after the race and settled in for a half nap in the front seat of the truck.
Now, it was strange. Maybe it was just Jason, but the air felt thick, warm, and heavy in the bedroom.  
Roy moved again and a tiny whimper burst out of his mouth. “I should go look at these in the bathroom where the light is good,“ he mumbled to himself.
Jason looked at his covered thighs and, without thinking, spoke: “Can I see?“
His face burst into flames, and the room lapsed into silence.  
Roy sighed deeply. He was bone tired and almost whiny. “Yeah, sure.“ One hand came off his eyes and pointed at Jason, snapping his fingers when he pointed at the silky black sleep shorts. “Just pull ‘em down if you wanna see. I’ve got undershorts on.“  
Roy swore he could feel the air in the room get heavier. The fan was the only noise as Jason took a deep breath. For a second, Roy thought he’d fucked up, but then large hands gently tug on his shorts, and like usual, the stupid silky bastards just slid off like water. Jason’s tiny gasp made him sit up a little.  
His friend was staring at him, eyes locked on his maroon panties, the soft ones with the lace edges and the big flower print. Roy didn’t know what to say. He forgot he’d put them on entirely. He was coming down from the adrenaline now, feeling sleepy and forgetful.  So he didn’t say anything, just shifted his left leg to the side a little, flinching when his thighs screamed at him; a sighing whimper dragged free as the raw and bloody skin stretched.
There was the sound of shuffling, and then Jason was between his thighs, pushing up on his knee to get more light. “Jesus, your thighs are fuckin’ wrecked, bud.” Jason’s hand gently trailed up his thigh, tracing the edges of a formerly bleeding raw patch.
Roy bit back a tiny noise as Jason bent down, placing a painfully soft kiss on the road rash. Suddenly the room was burning hot. All he could hear was his heartbeat as he remembered what Jason had whispered in his ear at the finish line.
A wave of desire flooded through him, and it felt like the world slowed down for a moment. “Jason?”
His voice was quiet, and Jason gave him a noise of acknowledgment before he turned to kiss the other wounded thigh as well.
Roy took a deep breath. “You can do it. That thing you said you wanted to do at the race today.“  
Jason looked up at him, crouched between his thighs and holding his legs gently. “Really?”  
Roy looked down at him, hands coming away from his tank top to pick gently at the hem of his panties. “Yeah, I’d like that.“
Jason's face flushed again and Roy knew his own was doing the same. All that he can hear is the fan blowing the air around, or maybe that was outside and the wind was howling.
Jason took a deep breath and grinned at him.
The familiar excited grin on his handsome face eased some of the weird nerves that Roy couldn’t beat down. He still let out an anxious humming noise when Jason pressed a kiss to the edge of his panties. Jason's hands came up to cover his, stilling them gently as he pressed another kiss to the soft skin of Roy's stomach, then lower to where his thighs weren’t quite covered by the lace anymore. He had freckles here too, some of them rubbed off by the bleeding edge of the road rash.
“I didn't realize you had freckles down here too,“ Jason teased. He bumped his nose against a patch of them.
It brought a surprised chuckle out of Roy.  “I’m fucking covered in them.”
"I can tell," Jason murmured, distracted again when he followed the trail of them up. He let one hand slide down, hooking a finger through the hip part of Roy's underwear. Then he tugged gently.
The lace was soft and slid easily when tugged. It felt soft and cool against Roy’s skin, which just reminded him of the reason he put them on. His free hand was twisted in his shirt for lack of a better place to put it. Jason's soft kisses against his thighs and belly made his heart race and his body flush, but the gentle nuzzles against his freckled thighs were amusing.
Roy watched as Jason slid the panties all the way down his legs, lifting them up with easy strength to keep the silk from getting tangled. The loud, smacking kiss Jason pressed to his ankles made him giggle, as did Jason’s roguish grin as he stuffed the panties into his own pocket.  
Then Jason crawled back up the bed and settled down between his legs, and Roy felt a lot less like giggling and more like want. He could feel his face burning bright red as he locked eyes with Jason. The urge to fidget or say something stupid was coming on strong. Desire washed over him like a small wave as slowly, carefully, Jason's hand wandered upward again.
“Gentle on the rash.“ Roy tossed his head back against the pillows and tried not to overthink things as Jason’s hands ran up his thighs, gently spreading them.
“Did I touch it? Shoot, I’m sorry, baby.“ Jason leaned down and pressed a lingering kiss to his hip.
“No, but your hands are really big.“
Jason grinned. It made Roy shiver with the promises it contained. “Well, let me make up for it.” With that, he pressed another kiss to Roy’s skin—this time just to the right of his clit. When that made Roy’s legs spasm under his hands in surprise, he stayed there, moving up and down with teasing little licks, exploring.
Roy let out a soft whine and pressed his hands over his eyes. "Holy heck," he whispered. His legs twitched again under Jason's hands, toes curling and stretching out as he slowly relaxed into the bedding.
Jason chuckled at his choice of expletive, and huh, that sure was some kind of feeling. It was distracting enough that Roy didn’t tense when he felt Jason use his forefinger and thumb to spread his labia. All it did was make more room for his friend to work in.
Roy tried really hard not to knee Jason in the shoulder as he squirmed. His friend's warm hands felt like they were burning against his skin. Roy could feel sweat dripping off his skin as Jason touched him. He would really need that shower after this.
Jason seemed fully intent on making a mess out of him. His hungry mouth moved to Roy's entrance, lapping up his fluids with a noise that made Roy squirm in embarrassment and pleasure. He gently took a fistful of Jason's soft thick hair, looking down at him to watch briefly.
Jason leaned into his hand encouragingly.
"Fuck, Jay, you’re really good at this," Roy hissed.
Jason flashed him a grin, pulled away just to mumble: “I live to please.”
Roy rolled his eyes at Jason's comments. His smile was contagious, though, warming his chest with something besides arousal.
Jason’s fingers moved up as he spoke, gently teasing his entrance. This time, Jason didn’t ask, but Roy could see, feel his eyes on him, posing a question.
Roy nodded at him, chewing on his lip. A smile forced its way onto his face when Jason just raised his eyebrow. "You can, um, continue?"
Jason leaned over and kissed his hip bone. "Yeah, baby? Continue?"
Roy huffed, face red as his hair, "Please keep touching me. I trust you not to hurt me, and it's really nice." He dared a pout. "Was that what you wanted?"
“Hmmm.” That noise was pressed to his skin. Jason was pretending to deliberate, but he couldn’t fool Roy—the other boy was still blushing almost as much as he was. “I suppose that’s satisfactory.”
"Lookin’ pretty red there, Jay," Roy teased.
Jason turned his head and gently sank his teeth into some undamaged skin on Roy's upper thigh in punishment.
Roy tossed his head back and whined. The noise was unexpectedly loud in the hushed room.
Jay giggled at him, nuzzling into his hip bone. "Look at you being all noisy for me."
“Shut up,” Roy groaned; then groaned again when he realized his mistake.
Too late, Jason was already running with it.  “Oh, gladly.” With that, he slid two fingers into Roy, latching onto his clit again at the same time.  
Roy tossed his head back with a tiny whimper, fingers clenching in Jason's hair. "Fuck!" he whined, shifting in the larger boy’s grip and pushing into his mouth. Another soft whimper escaped his mouth before he found his words again. "Jay, you're driving me insane."
There was no reply except a hum, which didn’t help matters. (Or did, depending on how you saw it.) Jason just kept going, eyes closing as Roy tugged on his hair. Roy could feel his thighs start to tremble, noises spilling out of his mouth unchecked. His neighbors were going to hate him after this, but he couldn’t help it.
Jason grinned, leaning into the tugs on his hair that were becoming more forceful as Roy lost himself. He was pulling like a cat kneading on a blanket.
Roy let out a loud whimper as Jason pushed a third finger inside. His thigh muscles pulled tight, and Jason could hear a soft pop come from his hip. Determined, Jason curled his fingers inwards just a bit, filling Roy up so good, and that was it, Roy couldn't—
"Jason, fuck!"  
His thighs trembled and Roy ended up with one slung over Jason’s broad shoulder as his mind blanked for a second. Whimpers spilling out of his mouth as Jason didn't stop.
For a second, Jason visibly considered taking himself in hand, but Roy's leg was slipping off his shoulder with the motion and keeping him there was apparently a priority. So Jason’s hand went back up, allowing him to slowly start fucking Roy again even as he couldn't help rubbing his hips against the soft comforter.
Roy’s body was pulled tight from his thighs to his shoulders, and his hand was clenched tightly in Jason's hair, still holding him firmly in place.  Jason slowed down for a bit, letting Roy relax against the bedding.
Roy whimpered, hand going from pulling strands out to gently petting Jason’s hair. The change in pace, surprisingly, really did it for him. This time, the built-up was slower, gentler; just waves and waves of pleasure washing over Roy until he felt himself clench around Jason again, a soft moan leaving his lips as he watched the other shudder.
Jason kissed his friction-burned thighs, giving him a moment to catch his breath. He  pulled his hand away and one by one sucked each finger clean. When he caught Roy looking at him, Jason winked. “I think it tastes good.“
"You're so embarrassing," Roy groaned, laughing.
Jason grinned at him. “Only for you, baby,” he teased. He gently set Roy’s leg down, then crawled up over him so they were face to face. For a second, it looked like he was going to lean in and kiss Roy’s cheek, but then he paused.
Roy rolled his eyes. “Come here, fool.”
Jason made a face at him. "Well, excuse me, how much closer am I supposed to get?"  
Roy gently slid his hands over Jason's arms and his shoulders. “Goofball. You literally just had your hand inside me, you don’t have to ask for a kiss.“ As he spoke, Roy pulled him down so Jason was resting against his chest, his thighs still pushed up by Jason’s hips.
"That's different," Jason grumbled, but he let his weight settle down on Roy a bit and finally moved in for a gentle kiss, so that was okay.
Jason broke the kiss and nuzzled into Roy’s neck, placing little wet kisses that made Roy laugh.
“Drool monster.” Roy wiggled his hips, sinking lower against the bed, stretching his legs further against Jason's wide hips. He could feel the hot damp weight of something decidedly not Jason's leg against him. “Were you going to just wait? You don’t have to, you know.“
"Hmmm, this is comfy, though..." Jason pretended to deliberate. Well. As much as he could with his face hidden in Roy's neck. "Can you even walk?"
Roy pinched him. “Oh, big talk! You think you can reduce me to being carried after two orgasms?”
Jason started to explain himself, but Roy shushed him: “Dork, I’m teasing you. Now let me up, I’m sticky.”  
Jason obeyed, if reluctantly. There was a bit of a pout on his face as he watched Roy get up—until he grinned. "Let's see what you say after the shower, then."
Roy let out a tiny whimper as he stood. He was sore from head to toe, pleasantly so. He felt wet and sticky. Even the hem of his tank top had a damp spot on it. He grinned back at Jason, fighting down a snicker as he took in the state of Jason's boxers.
Jason, with whatever dignity he had left after all of this, ignored Roy's laughter and, instead, held out a hand. "We good?"
Roy took his hand and stepped in close, leaning his head against Jason's chest. “We’re fine, you big puppy.”
He leaned up on his tiptoes and wrapped his arms around Jason’s neck. Jay’s erection pushed against his belly as he leaned up for a kiss. “We’re fine, baby. Now go run me that hot shower. If I have to lean against that ice-cold wall, I’ll die.”
(Endnote by @scootboot97: HI my names Tobiismycat(or scoot ) and if your a trans boy and your reading this I would like to let you know, I too am a trans boy. I have wild anxiety that other trans boys will think I'm a traitor to my species for not giving my trans boys in fiction dysphoria. while I am sure this is not true. I'd just figured id let you know.) 
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breanime · 5 years
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What He Deserves
Requested (forever ago), by @illgowithpland-fordumbass:  I just think people often forgot that [Luther Hargreeves] is broken too and traumatized by Reginald just like the other kids, but I think he suffers even more because the damage made to him it's way more visible than the others, so I would really like to see a writing when he gets the kind of love and acceptance that he deserves, someone who can show him that he's not a monster, who can see him beyond the ape torso.
Man... I felt this. I hope this came out all right--thanks for the request!
(Collage created by the eternally sweet @songtoyou)
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“And you’re bringing Claire, too?” You asked Allison, pacing in your apartment with one hand holding your phone to your ear, the other covering your mouth as you spoke.
You heard Allison’s smile in her voice. “Of course, it’s Spaceboy’s day, she’ll be so happy to see him.”
“Good,” you said back, “He’ll be happy to see her, too.” You spoke with Allison for a bit longer before hanging up. That made six out of seven Hargreeves who agreed to come to the surprise party you were throwing for Luther.
You moved around the house, glad for the space as you sent out a few reminder texts. You and Luther had moved in together only a few months ago, and it had taken you a full year to find a place that both of you liked, but you did. Luther was a big man, and there was no amount of coats that could hide it, so you had settled on a place with lots of space so that he could walk around freely, without fear of bumping into any furniture. He’d been bashful about that at first, so you’d made it your mission to help make your home—his and yours—a place where he could always be comfortable and not feel the need to try to shrink himself like he sometimes did. People didn’t seem to realize—or care—that Luther was just as broken and fragile as his siblings; just because he was Number One didn’t mean he didn’t have his own problems and trauma stemming from his upbringing. 
But you did. You saw past his number, past his inhuman torso, into the man inside. You saw the insecurity, the naivety, the pure love and loyalty that rested within him, and you helped him bring those traits out to the open. He had been surprised, at first, at how well his siblings responded to him when he started being honest about his insecurities and fears; Diego was the first one to really embrace him, of all people. It had taken Allison a little longer; she had been so used to the old Luther, it took her a moment to come to terms with the open, honest, and increasingly more confident man he was becoming. But she did, which was why she was so happy to come to this party—they all were…well, most of them. You were still missing one…
There was a knock on the door, and you knew exactly who it was.
You opened it, smiling, to reveal Klaus. He was leaning against the doorframe, wearing blue eyeliner, a fuzzy black coat, no shirt, Dave’s dog-tags, and red leather pants with black boots. “I believe you’ve been trying to contact me?” He drawled, grinning.
“Why yes, I have. Come in.” You watched Klaus saunter in and shook your head fondly. He was three years sober now, but he was still Klaus—hence the outfit. He plopped down on the couch and put his feet on the coffee table, something he only ever did when Luther wasn’t home. “I have a favor to ask you…” You began.
“Is it about the party?” He guessed, tilting his head. “Of course I’m coming—I’ve already picked out this nice little outfit, lots of tassels, very tasteful, and Five and Diego have been arguing over who’s going to bring me for days now,” he waved his hand in the air, “It’s hard being popular—but you know that.”
You laughed. “It is about the party,” you said, “I know you’re coming, and Diego’s coming, and Five, Allison and Claire, and even Vanya’s bringing her girlfriend, but… I never got a RSVP from Ben.”
Klaus’ eyes widened. You had invited Ben weeks ago—via Klaus—but had forgotten to get confirmation if he was coming. “You—you want to ask Ben if he’s coming to Luther’s party?” He asked slowly.
You nodded. “Yes please. I need to know how many chairs to put out.”
Klaus turned, and you knew him well enough to know he was looking at Ben. “Yeah,” he said lowly, “she really is perfect for Luther.” He looked back to you again. “Ben says he’s coming, and that he’s really glad Luther has you in his life—we all are, actually.”
You smiled. Powers, general dysfunction, and personal hang-ups aside, the Hargreeves were all just…really good people. “I’m lucky,” you said back, “Luther’s the best thing that’s ever happened to me, and with him, I got six more people I love in my life.”
“Okay, okay,” Klaus sighed, grinning as he got up. He came over to you and engulfed you in a hug. He smelled like cigarettes and cinnamon. “Ben said he’s punch me again if I didn’t hug you.” He pulled back and smiled down at you. “You’re just… You’re gonna be such a great sister-in-law,” he cooed.
“Okay, Klaus,” you laughed back. You and Luther were in love, but you were still a ways away from marriage…not that you wouldn’t welcome it.
The next day, Klaus (and Ben) showed up again just as you started getting ready for the party. True to his word, Klaus was wearing the exact outfit he’d described, complete with tassels. Klaus, declaring “well, we’re already here”, ended up helping you set up the decorations for the party. You’d tasked Diego with keeping Luther busy while you got everything ready, so you knew he wouldn’t be home until right before the party started. Klaus floated—literally floated—around the house pinning up banners and taping balloons to the wall. Five showed up an hour before the party, Delores under his arm and a dozen pizzas in his free hand. Allison and Claire showed up next, a huge box in Claire’s tiny hands and an equally large smile on her face. Vanya was next, her girlfriend greeting you with a hug as she walked through the door. Pogo came in a few minutes after Vanya, graciously complementing the decorations while ignoring Klaus’ outfit.
You made sure everyone was having a good time, well-lubricated (Claire and Klaus got sparkling cider in wine glasses), and that everything was in place. You stepped back and looked around. Today was the day Luther had come back from living on the moon for four long lonely years. It was also the anniversary of Reginald Hargreeves’ death, so you had two wonderful things to celebrate. Luther hadn’t wanted to make too big of a deal out of it, but you did. He had made so much progress since then, and you thought that was cause for celebration. Your phone vibrated in your pocket, and you took it out to see a message from Diego: ETA 45 seconds. Be ready.
“They’re here!” You hissed, turning to address the party, “They’re outside! Everyone, get ready!”
Klaus picked Claire up and ducked behind the couch with Allison and Pogo. Vanya and her girlfriend hid behind the drapes, and Five—in a flourish—teleported behind the door. Ben was invisible. You stood in front of the couch, hands clasped in front of you, bouncing on the balls of your feet. They’d be coming up the stairs now and opening up the door any second to see… “Oh, Five—the lights!” You whisper-yelled.
Five poofed across the room, cut the lights off, and poofed back to his hiding space behind the door in a matter of seconds.
You heard the lock turn, and you grinned, nearly jumping with excitement. Luther came in first, and you heard his voice before you even saw him.
“…Y/N and I just got a new dining set,” he was saying, “Maybe we can have everyone over for dinner…”
“Five,” you whispered, “now!”
Five teleported to the light switch again and turned it on.
“Surprise!” You screamed; your voice joined by the others as they popped out of their hiding places.
Luther’s eyes were wide as he took everything in; his family, the decorations, the wide grin on your face. Diego and Grace were behind him, laughing.
“Happy anniversary, big guy,” Diego said, putting his hands on Luther’s shoulders as he walked past him.
“An…Anniversary?” Luther asked, looking adorably confused.
Claire ran up to him then, wrapping her arms around her uncle’s legs and smiling up at him. “Happy coming-back-from-the-moon anniversary, Uncle Spaceboy!” She called cheerfully.
Luther let out a laugh and looked over at you. “I… You did this?” He asked lowly.
You nodded.
“Thank you.” His smile was soft and pure, and you felt your love for him grow. He leaned down and picked Claire up. “Thank you!” He said, louder now. “Thank you, everyone!”
“Well, to be fair, we’re also celebrating the death of our old man,” Five added, sipping a margarita that he’d gotten from…somewhere.
“That’s…” Luther titled his head to the side. “…fine, too…”
“Come on, Luther, have a drink! Ben and I want to live vicariously through you!” Klaus said, gesturing towards the bar you’d set up in the kitchen.
“Whoa whoa whoa,” Diego called, “Hold up—I see presents!”
“I’d like to see that dining set,” Grace chimed in, a perfect smile on her face.
“Maybe later, Mom,” Vanya said kindly, “I think Luther should open up his presents first.”
Luther looked over at you, unsure, and you smiled back. “Come on, baby,” you beckoned him, holding your hand out, “Let’s start with what Claire brought you…”
“She picked it out all by herself,” Allison explained.
Luther sat on the couch, Claire on his lap, you on one side, and his Mom on the other. Diego grabbed as many gifts as he could and brought them over while Klaus delivered the rest. You heard the click of a camera and looked up to see Vanya’s girlfriend taking a photo. It took a while for Luther to unwrap all of his presents—partly because the Hargreeves had a mass amount of wealth and therefore had no idea how to just get one gift, and partly because Luther held your hand the entire time.
He showed his thanks for each and every gift with a hug (which Vanya’s girlfriend—who was apparently quite the shutterbug—got on camera), and shyly told stories about his time on the moon to an entranced Claire. Claire got him a huge Luther teddy bear, complete with the coat, Vanya and her girlfriend got him a painting set—he was getting into canvas a lot lately, and Ben got him a nice set of sci-fi books that you knew were right up his alley. Allison got Luther a nice new coat and a pair of shoes, as well as a new record player and a few records to go with it. Diego bought him a sword, for some reason, and a pair of brand-new boxing gloves (“come see me at the gym,” he’s said, “I’ll show you how to use ‘em, big boy”). Grace got him a beautiful journaling set with parchment, different colored ink pens, and even a peacock feather quill. Pogo gave him some tapes from when they were all younger and a gift card to Griddy’s Doughnuts—he’d always known about their nighttime excursions there. Klaus bought Luther a scrapbook, stamps, glitter, and an insane amount of stickers as well as a pink umbrella, a Rihanna poster with your face glued over hers, a Ryan Reynolds poster with Luther’s picture glued over his face, and a tiny toy monkey playing the maracas. Luther loved it. Five got him a bottle of fine whiskey, a gorgeous tie, a coupon for a shoe-shining place, a framed, moving portrait of the moon, more records for the record player (he and Allison clearly talked when they were out shopping), environmentally friendly paintbrushes, DVD sets of Friends, The Office, Superstore, The X-Files, and Parks and Rec, and a pair of leather gloves.
Luther loved it all.
“Last present!” Klaus announced, lifting the box over his head as he brought it over to Luther. “This one is from Y/N!”
“Honey, you didn’t have to get me anything,” Luther said, looking at you with wide eyes.
“She really didn’t,” Five drawled, “she threw this whole party together for you…”
“…Invited everyone over,” Allison added.
“And planned it out so me and Mom would keep you busy all day,” Diego put a finger up, “You really don’t deserve her, brother,” he said with a smile.
“I’ve been trying to seduce her for months,” Klaus sighed dramatically, “but she’s just so very in love with you, Luther.” He put a hand on his forehead. “Such a waste.”
“Shut up, Klaus,” you giggled, turning to Luther, “Don’t worry, the only Hargreeves I’d ever leave you for is Vanya,” you said with a wink, “…maybe Ben.”
Everyone laughed, and you leaned against Luther’s shoulder, feeling overwhelmingly happy. “They’re right, you know,” he said, voice low and words just for you, “I don’t deserve you.”
You smiled up at him. “Yes, you do. Open your gift.”
He did, and you watched his eyes grow wide once more. You had gotten him something simple, a portrait-sized canvas photo of the two of you the day you’d bought your house, grinning and holding onto one another with the “SOLD” sign in the background. The realtor had taken it for you, saying that she had never seen a happier couple. Luther looked over at you, eyes wet, and reached out for your hand, holding it firmly in his own. “I love you.”
You opened your mouth, ready to say it back like you always did, but you were interrupted by the oohs and awws and clapping from the Hargreeves siblings (and Claire). Grace had her hand over her heart, smiling at the two of you, while Pogo shook his head and laughed. Even Five was cheering. You leaned over and kissed Luther, earning another round of applause from his brothers and sister. You couldn’t stop smiling. “I love you, too.”
It became a tradition after that, celebrating this anniversary. Every year you threw a “surprise” party for Luther, and every year, on the day of his father’s death, Luther was surrounded by the people who truly loved and cared for him. After a while, Luther—your sweet, thoughtful Luther—started bringing presents of his own to these things, a gift for you, a new CD for Vanya, a space helmet for Claire, neon pink earplugs for Klaus, things like that. Then it became a day where you all would bring gifts for each other, so you started drawing names at random to see who would shop for who—you all started to look forward to it more than Christmas. And every year, as you looked over at the man you loved, you saw another layer of him revealed. Before long, it was all too easy to see beyond his appearance, other people—strangers—stopped gawking at the bumbling giant with his shoulders hunched over, and instead happily greeted Spaceboy as he stood tall, walking with an easy confidence, hand in yours. Sometimes people asked about his size, but mostly they wanted to know about the Umbrella Academy and his siblings…and sometimes…
…They asked about the matching rings on your fingers…
…or the roundness of your belly.
And the two of you happily answered.
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This is probably gonna be the only time I write for Luther (probably), so please let me know what you think! Thanks for reading!
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Pairing: Sojourn!Michael Langdon x fem!Reader
Chapter One (1): “As I Lay Dying”
Summary: You were driving home from work, when something – or rather someone – literally got in the way.  Against any reason, you let him into your life. Michael would make you question your entire worldview. Were your paths meant to cross? Did you two meet by accident? By fate? Or there’s an evil force behind it, scheming and plotting with a devilish purpose?  
Warnings: car crash(!), mention of injuries, different POVs, some swearing
Word count: 4.7K
A/N: Hey lovely friends! Here’s a sort of Sojourn AU-ish, since the plot starts in that particular moment of Michael’s life. Still don’t know if I’ll include witches and satanists…we’ll see. It’s gonna be a series so I guess I’ll divide it into a few chapters. I loooove angst and slow burn, so I’m sorry but there’s no smut. Yet. Also, for this chapter, I took inspiration from: the scene of Elena’s car crash from 1x11 of TVD and a song, my fav of all times, that I listened to while I was writing this chapter and that is also the song playing in Y/N’s car; Apocalypse by Cigarettes After Sex. Okay, that’s it. Enjoy and thank you so much for reading it, despite the grammar mistakes (my apologies) and the fact that probably it really sucks. (‘WHAT AM I DOING?’ was the mood while I was writing it tho.) Anyway, love you and please, let me know what do you think and what I can improve!! I’d really appreciate any FEEDBACK!! I kinda need it, because I’m not sure I’m doing this right. THANK YOU xxx ♥  
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You've always thought you could describe your whole existence with a wide range of adjectives, but 'adventurous' wasn't one of them for sure. At least, that's what you thought 30 minutes before the event that would have changed your life forever. Nothing would ever be the same again; just like a hurricane comes and goes, so that day, and the following ones, would have drastically rocked your world. And mostly your beliefs.
It was late. But you were used to it. You had recently got a new job, which allowed you to move out and finally get your own place, the smallest rentable apartment on Earth. Or in Los Angeles, no doubt. This was the most stressful moment since you were born, it was up to you taking care of your own now. Mommy and daddy no more.
Shifts were endless and you often found yourself staying late at the office, to finish what you've started. This new routine was already messing with your biological clock. Every single night, you looked forward to going back home, eat and fall apart on your bed. Even today, you were already savoring the anticipation of your sadly-glorious homecoming; you were dying for a relaxing hot bath and a slice of pizza. But who are we kidding, right? A whole pizza. Then, sleepiness permitting, you would have watched your favorite TV show petting your cat. A real party girl, uh? Well, that was your life now.
You have just finished college and this was the first experience as an independent person. At the very beginning, it has been hard leaving your parents' house, but soon you realized it was time for you to go on your own way. You were so full of dreams and expectations. You hoped to achieve great goals. Of course, what you haven't taken into account was that your future weekends wouldn't have been under the banner of fun, alcohol, and friends. But instead, your crazy Saturday nights consisted of you kneeled in front of the washing machine, hands in your head and a YouTube DIY video for dummies playing on your phone, which explained all the ways to get the laundry started and what products must have been used. All your life has become a huge dumb Netflix comedy. More like a parody, perhaps. You hung out with your friends less and less; you felt deeply guilty about that, but you were way too tired to make up for it.
As mentioned before, it was a late Friday night. It was raining, pretty hard. You were driving your beloved brand-new car (THE much-demanded graduation gift) and 'surprisingly' you hit traffic. At 9 fucking p.m. TGIF, they said. Sure. Your friends were definitely having fun and drinking in some random club by then.
You, on the contrary, were running out of patience; your shiny Lexus had not moved an inch in 10 minutes, so as soon as you could, you took a highway exit. That was supposed to be a kind of shortcut, according to the navigator. The pouring rain and the cadenced motion of the windscreen wipers sounded like a lullaby. A slow-core song started playing in the background. It was quite soothing and maybe, on second thought, you should have to turn it off…or had coffee before leaving.
You could feel your eyelids getting heavier and heavier, the exhaustion slowly prevailing. Trying so hard to keep your eyes open, that they've started burning; and not to miss anything, you got a bit of a headache accompanied by a soon-to-be-wrinkle frown.
Meanwhile, you were driving down a deserted one-lane road, going a little over the speed limit in your rush, in order to make it home as soon as possible. The wheels were slipping a little on the wet pavement, but you kept the car steady. ­ You peered through the front window trying to see what was ahead of you; it was pitch black outside, with not even one dammit lamppost; only the moon's pale light absorbed by the dark green leaves of the forest beside the road. You had no idea where you actually were.
Suddenly, the annoying metallic voice of the GPS started bullshitting about recalculating a new route. "Wait what? Fuck NO NO NO…come on! You stupid thing, why are you changing direction???" you maddeningly screamed, looking at the display and trying to change the settings with your right hand. You weren't exactly paying particular attention to the road ahead. Huge mistake.
Outside the windshield, the rain was coming down in torrents, blurring your vision even more. The wipers went back and forth, attempting to clear away the large droplets clinging to the glass, but it seemed they weren't moving fast enough.
As if the universe had something big in store for you, right at that moment, something – or rather someone – came out of the dense vegetation, slowly limping while crossing the street, no concern for surroundings.
Your eyes were still glued to the GPS tracking your position; but all of a sudden, your distraction was abruptly erased when you caught a glimpse of a human shape in the middle of the road, illuminated by the car's headlights.
A goddamn person.
You had perhaps three-quarters of a second to register this.
You didn't realize it until it was too late. You couldn't have stopped all this now. The blood drained from your face. It all happened in a few seconds, but the moment seemed to last forever. The shock made you tense your muscles; your heart skipped a beat and your eyes suddenly widened. There was a scream coming from within that forced its way from your mouth as if your terrified soul has set a demon free. It was the kind of scream that makes the blood run cold.
With adrenaline flowing through your system, you slammed on the brakes. Your fists clenched with white knuckles around the steering wheel, immediately swerving to avoid the crash. Somehow you managed to not run over him, but you were going too fast to stop.
Your car rolled over and over, while clips of your life flashing like a slideshow. The vehicle has flipped so many times that you started drifting in and out of consciousness. The noise of the metal being bashed over the asphalt was deafening. When it finally stopped, you were stuck in your seat upside-down, coughing up pieces of the broken glass coming from the shattered windshield.
Then everything became still.
You could only hear the sound of rain on metal. Aware of the bloody taste in your mouth, you still weren't able to figure out if you were injured, because the seatbelt tugged on your chest was too painful. Heart pounding in your ears, you tried to scream for help, but it came out more like a gasp.
Meanwhile, the young man was still paralyzed to the spot in the middle of the road, like an unfamiliar force was holding him in a tightening grip, keeping him from leaving. For a moment he believed that that must have been another hallucinated vision. Then he slowly turned his head toward the wrecked car. An odd thought came across his mind: the driver crashed in order to not run over him. But why? Humanity had failed him so many times. He had lost the only one that truly cared about him. His Father had abandoned him and he wasn't able to understand what was his purpose, not anymore. He actually knew that a car was coming that way, but now he honestly didn't give a damn about his life. He had failed. He was utterly lost. This was the best coincidence possible to put an end to his suffering. But now, he felt something he couldn't explain, almost a need, the need to go and check if the driver was okay. Still confused about this new foreign impulse, he started to walk towards your car.
Once there, he kneeled and took a look inside, from the broken side window.
"You look stuck." he commented with an apparent childish but plain voice.
If you weren't, like literally, in that position, you'd have certainly sassed back to that dumb obvious statement. But your conditions weren't the best at all, you might have some broken bones, actually.
What, instead, came out from your mouth was stammering confused words.
"I-I-It… m-my… my s-s-sea..b-be..t" you tried to speak, holding and shaking the restraining belt tightly in your hands, while tears gathering in your eyes.
He hummed and shushed you. "Let me get you out of here." he whispered, thinking again about why he was actually doing this, it was none of his business. And yet, he stayed on.
"I want you to put your hands on the roof." You were about to obey his calming demand, but in that moment, you realized your left arm had to be broken and it hurt like hell. So somehow you managed to raise only the other one and take also your phone.
Then he closed his eyes for a couple of seconds and all of a sudden, the seatbelt mysteriously unhooked, as if by magic or an invisible force. But you were too rattled to think about it.
You fell and he gently grabbed and lifted you from the car.
"I got you." he smiled, holding you in his arms while standing up. "Are you okay? Can you stand? Is anything broken?" he questioned with a caring honeyed tone.
You nodded pointing your arm and moaning, still dizzy from the car flipping over. The stranger carefully set you on your feet, yet not letting you completely. Good, because immediately after you slipped, too weak to stand, but he caught you by the waist. Your head was spinning so fast.
"Hey hey, easy, don't force yourself, you're clearly not okay." he observed "Look at me." and he placed his thumb on your lower lip and chin to hold your head steady as he spoke. What was he feeling right now? Pity? Concern maybe? He thought he had already turned off those pointless human emotions.
You tiredly opened your eyes to meet the most beautiful pair of ocean eyes you've ever seen. Unfortunately, you couldn't focus on him any longer, neither when he run his hand down your water-stained cheek.
"Hey stay with me, don't close your eyes." he urged, just as your vision went fuzzy and your eyes rolled back. Within seconds everything went black.
You passed out into complete and utter darkness.
He caught you before you hit the concrete, gathering your limp body into his arms and walking away from the car. He abruptly stopped. What he was supposed to do now? He had literally come from the woods, after days of fasting and sleeplessness. He was covered in damn dirt. Not to mention that he had no place to go. He was too exhausted to reason. So he chose to gently lower you to the ground, kneeling, so half of your body was on his lap. He stroked your wet hair, wondering what to do with you. Just right now, looking at your face, he noticed how beautiful you were, how innocent and angelic. He swallowed and smiled. A soft side? In his evil and corrupted soul? Impossible.
It was still raining. You were both soaked and there was no shelter in the proximities. He thought he couldn't do anything more. That's when he remembered about your broken arm. He took a deep breath and closed his eyes, placing his hands above your head. Nothing. Maybe he wasn't focused enough. He took your hands in his own and tried again. This time his eyes rolled black until they showed only a white surface; then he started to mutter Latin words. He lifted his head up speaking louder, but his nose began to bleed, until his vision blurred and the car suddenly exploded. He lost consciousness right next to you, nevertheless his hand still on yours.
The next thing you knew, you were on your back on the ground and very disoriented. Also completely drenched. Making indistinguishable noises because of the pain, you turned your head resting on the asphalt. The rain in your eyes didn't let you have a clear view of the surroundings, but you immediately felt an extremely warm presence at your side. You blinked twice and finally saw the boy that had helped you, laying there unconscious. Hell, maybe you had hit him with your car after all. The plot thickens.
Saying that you were confused about the whole situation was an euphemism. There was nothing for it but to try to reach your phone, almost five feet apart from your leg, hoping that it didn't break in the crash. Despite the acute ache in your arm and the burning cuts and wounds, you were able to crawl back to it, so you dialed the number and called 911. You explained everything and asked for help with a wisp of voice. You probably had a concussion.
The rain eventually stopped. You were starting to feel cold, so you found your way back to the stranger. Little droplets of water drenched his hair, covering his features, and you couldn't help yourself, you brushed a few strands from his face, caressing his sharp cheekbone. Right after your head started spinning and your vision filled with white spots, until you fainted again, against the stranger's chest.
-
You woke up in a hospital bed. It was early in the morning; the sunlight was peeking through the blinds, the constant beeping of monitors echoing throughout the room. You sighed loudly and squinted with a grimace. Luckily you were just a little sore, nothing too serious. You took a look at your arm: you had a pretty unaesthetic cast. The universe's way of telling you, "Here, take this you little bitch." Amazing.
You got up very slowly and entered the bathroom, looking for a mirror to better check out your wounds.
"Wow, nice Halloween make-up though." you muttered rolling your eyes. You had a stitched cut on your left upper forehead, a split lip and dark circles under your puffy eyes. A Miss Universe at her peak. Not to mention a great number of bruises all over your body.
You called your parents shortly afterward. Downplaying the details of the accident wasn't enough, they completely lost their minds at the phone. They were shocked and worried about your conditions, so they insisted to get on the first flight to LA, to help you. You reassured them you were fine and ready to go home. It wasn't necessary for them to come. They even offered to pay for a new car, since yours was, sadly, destroyed. You refused though; you would have dealt with the car-issue later. Even though you couldn't still get over the fact that your precious SUV has gone for good.
A truly kind doctor got to your room and, after having checked out vitals and injuries, refreshed your memory about what happened last night. Shoot! In that moment you realized you had totally forgot about the boy. You immediately asked the doc if you could go visit him. He nodded but not without first warning you. John Doe here had to be sedated because, when he regained consciousness in the ambulance, he had refused to go to the hospital and started thrashing around. Luckily, he was too weak to harm anyone.
The doctor kept saying that they had found no ID, nothing that could tell them where he came from. He was completely dehydrated in addition to previous wounds. He probably hadn't eaten for days either. For these reasons, the cheap version of Derek Shepherd wasn't sure whether he should call the police.
You were listening to his words with much more concern you thought you could feel. Well, maybe because you had almost run over him. But you felt you had to go check on him. He helped you out of the car after all. He…saved you someway? What you couldn't understand was why he had stopped in the middle of the road; he hadn't even tried to get out of the way…Oh shit. Was there any chance he wanted to, like, get killed? No, c'mon, there are way too many other – and less-painful – "methods" to do it…It couldn't be.
When you arrived in his room, you immediately noticed he was tied to the bed and carefully, you set his wrists free. After a few seconds, he woke up. You tried not to pay attention, but he was undoubtedly attractive. To be honest he was much more than that. Handsome to say the least. He seemed almost angelic. Baby blue eyes piercing your soul with a magnetic gaze, golden messy curls spread around his head on the pillow like a halo and God-given sharp features. Despite that, he was still covered in filth and wounds. But even in such a miserable state, he was hypnotizing. You wondered why no nurse took care of him yet.
"Hi!" you whispered, sitting down on the nearest chair.
"Hi." he said back, almost imperceptibly. "Thank you" he added, pointing at his bruised wrists.
"I should be the one saying 'thank you'..." you stated; he gave you a half-smile, "…you literally saved my life."
"No need to thank me, I caused your crash so.." he stopped for a second "…we can say you saved me instead." he admitted heavy-heartedly, with his eyes down. He seemed so sad and so lost, and you really felt for him.
"Well, thank God we're both still alive!" you didn't know what to say anymore. And this cringy comment wasn't helping.
" Sure " he scoffed.
What were those, tear-stains? Has he been crying?
Then an awkward silence filled the room. You were starting to feel a bit uneasy, and the continuous biting your lower lip – despite the cut on the upper one – made it absolutely obvious. You could feel something was off about him. The sadness and despair in his eyes were pretty noticeable, and you were the kind of person that can't look away.
"Uhm, are you okay?"
"Yes" he was still staring at the void. No emotion showed.
"Sorry, I don't want to be pushy…but it's clear you're not."
"Why do you care? What do you want from me?" he snapped turning his head, but his face softened instantly, as if he regretted the outburst.
You honestly didn't know why you cared that much either. It was an odd sensation coming from your guts, it was pulling you so deeply into him. He needed help, and you wanted to give it to him.
"You got anybody I could call? Your relatives or a friend?" was the only answer you could articulate.
" No.. " he mumbled, "..I have no one."
Suddenly, you felt the urge to ask him if he wanted to go home with you, to recover. You would have never done – or even thought – anything like that before. This was against all the good bits of advice your mum ever gave you. Like, don't invite in strangers that could easily kill you in your sleep?! But it was as if, deep down, you knew you could trust him. You took the risk.
"Listen.. ahem.. y-you could come home with me. I have enough space in my apartment and we could help each other until you'll feel better" you paused.
He was staring at you now, with glistening eyes. He was speechless. No one has ever shown him selfless kindness. He was in disbelief.
"I don't want your pity."
"No, wait. This isn't pity. In case you haven't notice, I have this lil problem here" you chuckled, swaying your cast in the air "I wouldn't mind a hand" you said to release the tension.
"I-I can't. Please, go. Just leave me alone." he shook his head. The fear of being abandoned or rejected again was too overwhelming for him to open up and accept some help.
"Oh," you whispered, a bit down in the dumps, "got it."
You headed for the door, but before leaving, you turned one more time "I'll leave my number to the receptionist in the hallway, in case you change your mind." you winked and smiled, leaving him alone.
He sighed and slammed his head against the pillow; he didn't even have a phone, also because, come on, what good it would do? But above all, what kind of paradox was that? Him, the motherfucking Devil's spawn, needing help? From an innocent little soul like you? No kidding. He had performed a human sacrifice and eaten raw hearts for fuck's sake. Yes, he may not know what to do, and probably he had made mistakes, but it wasn't over yet; his satanic plan needed to be adjusted. This way, he would eventually recreate the world in his Father's image and earn his trust again.
He needed to leave as soon as possible, before some stupid human being started asking him though questions.
-
You were finally home. The entire Uber ride had been silent and for that you mentally thanked the driver, because you weren't in the mood to talk at all.
As soon as you turned the doorknob, your little friend immediately greeted you purring, making you jump. He really missed you…or at least that's what he wanted you to believe. You locked the door behind you.
"His Majesty is hungry, uh?!" you said mocking your furball "Yeah, me too dude...but hold on a little longer, I need to take a shower I smell like hospital, jeez."
Only now you noticed. There was a rather unusual atmosphere when you walked in, an unsettling silence sending shivers down your spine. An inexplicable heat radiating from the house itself. It was too hot in there and you're positive it wasn't normal in the middle of November. The room seemed saturated with unfamiliar vibes.
You went to your bedroom and started to undress. Then you entered the bathroom, ready to finally wash the last night events off you.
Odd. It was like you could feel eyes on you, all the time.
Whatever. You were too worn-out to indulge your paranoid thoughts.
But the same feelings still followed you, even later when you were eating your delivered dinner, half-dead on the couch with the fluffy monster curled up on your lap.
"Maybe it's a sort of twisted PTSD." you told yourself. Yet your heart wouldn't settle. Something wasn't right there.
Anyway, you chose to ignore your instinct; it was time to get ready for bed. You reached your closet as you slowly took off hoodie and sweatpants, changing into even more comfortable clothes, just a t-shirt actually. Since it was that hot, no pants. The loose garment barely covered your bare thighs though.
You were half asleep when your cat jumped up and suddenly rushed out of your bedroom like he was possessed. You stretched and changed position, that enormous cast wouldn't let you fall fully asleep. After 5 minutes of turning and tossing you heard what sounded like footsteps. Your pulse started racing.
"It's nothing," you told yourself, "I'm imagining things."
But then the typical creaking of your fridge being opened reached up to your room. Twice.
You froze, heart in your throat. You were most definitely not alone. Someone was in the house.
But right after you shook your head, "Ugh, probably it's just that furry devil."
Being as quiet as possible, you got up and made your way to the door, straining to hear, but your heart pounded too loudly and your breathing was harsh. Moving towards the switch, but on second thought you decided against it.
Nothing. Complete silence.
It was when you were finding your way back to the mattress that you heard a white noise, a loud thud and the clear scraping of a chair against the floor. You froze again with wide eyes. You swallowed breaking out in cold sweat.
The squeaking of the cupboard followed by the tinkling and banging of glasses and dishes. You almost had a stroke.
You internally cursed yourself. You had left your phone on the couch. Fuck fuck fuck. The only option left was trying to reach the door and ask for help from the next-door neighbor. But you couldn't do it, the kitchen had a space divider, but it wasn't long enough to avoid being seen.
Weapon, your mind screamed. You needed a weapon.
A relieved smile appeared unexpectedly on your features. You recalled about keeping a knife hidden in the drawer. 'Never say never' when you live alone. Well, it seemed it had been a good idea after all.
You slid your fingers around the rubber grip, dismayed by how much your hand was shaking.
Heading down the hallway barefoot, you hold your breath and slowly approached the living room. With one motion you sneaked into the kitchen, with the blade facing the intruder, and screaming,
"I'm calling the police!"
But what you saw made your jaw drop in shock.
It was Him, the guy from the car crash.
In your kitchen.
Eating your motherfucking chocolate chip cookies.
At 01:00 am.
"Uh, sorry..." he spoke while chewing the leftovers and then swallowing loudly, "..you wanted some?". As if he felt guilty for real, with that childish expression.
You couldn't keep quiet any longer. The situation was too far-fetched.
"WHAT THE HELL?" you snapped. He chuckled at the reference.
"I can't cook. I was starving and I found these. I didn't want to wake you, but this monster here won't get off me..."
"What are you doing in my apartment?"
He tilted his head, pretty confused. "You invited me to stay here..." he remarked, with a hint of displeasure in his voice.
"Yes, I did. But it doesn't mean you can break in without me knowing." You were still a bit scared; he could be dangerous as far as you knew, and his actions had already proved it.
He didn't say anything. He stood up from the island counter, making his way to you. You were slack-jawed in astonishment, still holding and pointing the sharp surface toward him.
"Put that knife down."
"No."
"Why?" he frowned.
"I don't trust you. Don't come any closer!" you ordered.
"I can't take you seriously looking like this" he smirked pointing at your 'night attire'.
He took another step and you run to reach the handle; it turned but the door wouldn't budge.
"It's locked." you turned to look at him "Don't you remember? You did that yourself." he observed, like it was obvious.
"Then how did you get in here?"
"Transmutation."
"Tra-what?" you supposed he must have been out of his mind.
The circumstances themselves were unbelievable. But he was right, you offered him help.
Now he was leaning against the wall a few feet apart from you, locking his eyes with yours, his beautiful features veiled by a shade of dejection and misery. Suddenly, the feeling you had at the hospital came back. Trust.
"I know I'll regret this, but yes, you can stay."
A thankful smile crept across his face and if it weren't for the dark, you could swear that he was also crying.
"But if you don't behave I'll kill you." you threatened in a playful tone, but you needed to scare him a little.
In that moment he understood that he had done the right thing, deciding to take your offer. He had to pick up the pieces and get back on his feet. He couldn't have done it alone.
And mostly, he liked you. You were a warrior. There was something special in you, he could feel it. He could trust you.
"You scared the hell out of me by the way…do not do that again." you spoke as your eyes narrowed.
"I promise" he whispered.
He was kind of a weirdo, but you imagined he'd been through a lot. For this reason, you decided to place the knife on the table and get closer to him.
"But anyway, sooner or later you're going to tell me how you did it." you chuckled showing him the door. You were standing right in front of him now. He was taller than you thought.
"We haven't officially met, I'm Y/N."
In that moment – a moment you'll never forget – he vanished right before your eyes.
Then a sudden voice – that didn't hide insecurity and expectancy – coming from behind, made you turn around and left you in absolute shock.
"I'm Michael. Michael Langdon."
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holidaywishes · 5 years
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Don’t Worry About It.
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  Summary: Your friend introduces, reluctantly, to Auston. The two of you get a little passionate on a night out and you soon find out that Auston doesn’t care about privacy.
  Author’s Note: First off, next chapter of It Had To Be You will be out this Wednesday, so yay.. But I wasn’t lying when I said I was on an Auston Matthews kick... I don’t fucking get it guys. help me! I’m sure this is crap but I needed it out of my system. Also, expect another smut chapter relatively soon -- because I’m basic...
Warning: cursing, we’ll call this smut but it’s soft smut -- let’s be real.
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  Your best friend, Blake, was part of the Leaf’s Communication team so he spent a lot of time around the team; doing everything from interviews to grabbing lunches. When you went down to the MasterCard Centre to pick up Blake for lunch, he was in the middle of interviewing Auston Matthews for the team’s Insta story.
  “Hey (Y/N), I’ll be done in a sec, just wait over there,” Blake said, pointing to the stands and you nodded once in compliance.
  “Who’s she?” you heard Auston whisper as you sat on the cold, red seat; only to hear Blake divert his attention. When the interview was over, Blake walked over to you and forcibly sat down in the seat next to you.
  “Everything okay?” you asked, a laugh escaping your lips
  “Yeah, I uhm, I hope you don’t mind extra company?” he responded, rubbing his forehead
  “I’m fine with it but you don’t seem to be..” you joked, watching him sigh heavily,
  “I find it a little weird he wants to come is all” he said under his breath and just as you were going to ask who, he’s walking toward you with a big smile on his face
  “Blake, my man, you ready?” Auston called out
  “Yeah, let’s go” Blake sounded really annoyed and it confused the hell out of you but you rolled your eyes and went with it.
  “This is (Y/N) by the way” Blake recalled
  “Auston, nice to meet you” he held out his large hand to you and you took it expecting his shake to be aggressive but it was almost soft
  “Nice to meet you too, Auston” you found yourself lost in his eyes for a little too long and Blake’s voice finally broke you out of it, forcing you to drop Auston’s hand and his gaze.
  “So, pizza or burgers?” Auston asked, trying to ease the tension
  “Steak” you and Blake said in unison, earning a smile from Auston
  “This is like a thing isn’t it? Like a tradition?” Auston asked as the three of you headed into the parkade
  “Yes,” you answered, getting a glare from Blake and returning the act with a giggle, “every time we go out to eat, we go to this awesome steak house in the city, Morton’s, I was never really a steak person until I left Alberta oddly enough.” You continued as Blake practically ran to his truck
  “You driving with me or him?” he asked
  “Why don’t we just take one car? It’s easier and better for the environment” You laughed
  “Fine, get in the truck,” Blake said, seeing the two of you smile at each other, “we won’t all fit in Auston’s. It’s this or a cab...” You marched over to Blake’s ridiculous truck -- you literally needed a step ladder to get inside -- to open the passenger side door, when Auston’s hand crept from behind you; opening the door for you and leaning in just close enough for you to feel his breath on your skin.
  You had only known Auston for like a week. And Blake did not seem happy about it at all when you agreed to go out to a club with them and a couple other guys from the team.
  “Don’t be a baby. I can drink you under the table and still go axe-throwing” you argued
  “It’s not that I don’t think you can handle yourself. Believe me, I know you can handle yourself. I just don’t want you to do something dumb,” he complained, “with someone you’ll regret...” You rolled your eyes and put your hand on his shoulder to reassure him
  “I’m an adult, this someone to which you’re referring is an adult. If something were to happen, there would be nothing wrong with it,” you mused, “not that anything will happen.”
  “Whatever, let’s just go and get this night over with”
  “Suck it up, buttercup!” you joked, running past him to reach the Über downstairs first. When you got to Lost and Found you noticed Auston waiting outside, his lips slightly pursed; you wondered for minute what those lips would feel like on yours. The car stopped and Blake dragged you out.
  “There you are! I was starting to think you weren’t going to come,” Auston greeted you with a hug and Blake with a fist bump, “the guys are inside come on.” Auston and Blake let you go ahead of them, directing you to where Mitch and Freddie were as they drank their beers.
  “Finally, Auston was about to have an aneurysm. I think it’s time for a shot!” Mitch turned to the bar and ordered five shots of Fireball, joking that they were all for him but the second it touched his lips he gagged, making the entire group laugh. It didn’t take any of you long to get borderline out-of-control drunk but you were smart enough to add in a few glasses of water.
  “Dance with me!” Auston shouted over the music, appearing behind you out of nowhere.
  “Buy me a drink first. Take a shot with me?” You smiled and he obliged
  He leaned down to talk in your ear, “anything for that smile.” You weren’t sure if it was the alcohol or the fact that his hand was firmly planted on the small of your back but all you wanted to do was go into an empty room and attack his lips with yours. Once you finished your shot, Auston led you onto the dance floor and placed his hands on your hips as you swayed to the music. You noticed him bite his lip and you smiled, pulling yourself closer to him and turning around to feel his body pressed against yours. The two of you were in a kind of trance, dancing so close to each other you might as well be one person, that you didn’t even notice Mitch and Blake had left until Freddie came up to you to complain.
  “They just left you?” Auston asked, stunned, his hands not leaving your waist
  “I guess Mitch had to meet Stephanie and Blake was grumpy so he took off” was Freddie’s response, you could tell he was upset and he wanted his friend for a second
  “Go,” you smiled, turning to face Auston, “take care of your friend, you have my number if you decide to leave, if you stay you know where I’ll be.” He smiled and kissed your cheek, lighting a fire in you you didn’t know was there. Soon enough, he was back but this time he was on a mission; wasting no time. He grabbed you and brought your lips to his, lifting you easily off the floor in a fiery kiss before gently putting you back down. You caught your breath for a second as you stared into his dark eyes, thinking to yourself you should go somewhere private for this but that it didn’t matter because damn you wanted to kiss that boy. When the song ended, you found yourself being led out of the club by Auston’s large hand, hailing a cab once the two of you were outside. He got in first with you following quickly behind as he gave the driver the address. You placed your legs over his knees and drew circles with your fingers on the palm of his hand; you could feel him looking at you but you were scared of what you might do if you looked back. When you finally lifted your head up, his face was turned toward the driver and you found yourself examining his jawline, licking your lips and pulled his face close to you.
  You knew you were probably too drunk to be making a rational decision but you moved your body closer to Auston’s anyway, attempting to adjust your legs on either side of him. When he stopped you and left your legs on his knees, you were stunned and a little offended -- but your head wasn’t about to let your body quit now.
  “There’s actually a better route,” Auston tried to tell the driver who just ignored him, “seriously?” he scoffed and sat back in the seat. Even though you could tell he was frustrated, you were too drunk and too horny to let the moment go; you leaned in and began trailing kisses along his jaw and down his neck, while he caressed the skin on the inside of your knee slowly. You attempted to kiss his lips once more but he put his fore and middle fingers on your lips to stop you, which you promptly took into your mouth teasingly, before bringing them to your chest and running them down your cleavage before you continued to kiss his neck as he bargained with the driver about something.
  “Okay, here’s the deal,” Auston started, “you can take the long way. You want the money I get it, fine. If you don’t look back here for the rest of the ride I will tip you $200.” You were too distracted to pay attention to what they were talking about but you were sure the driver agreed as soon as Auston mentioned the tip. He turned his head to you and smiled, his hand still resting on your knee, finally giving you what you’d been craving. This kiss was different than the one on the dance floor. It was deeper, slower and it completely enveloped you. He moved his hand up your thigh and crept toward your core.
  “Auston!” you whisper-shouted, “not here...” The words were difficult to get out because his fingers were inching down your underwear and you could barely concentrate. As Auston ignored your half-hearted objections, you tried to contain your moans, biting down on your lip so hard you swore you were drawing blood.
  “Seriously,” you breathed heavily and gestured to the driver, “we can’t...”
  “Don’t worry about it,” he smiled against your neck, “he won’t look back here. I’ll be gentle, you just have to be quiet.” You growled shyly and Auston laughed continuing to slowly pump a finger inside of you, adding another when he thought you could handle it.
  Fuck, his hands were big.
  You pulled him closer to you and he pushed you into the car door, earning a small wince of pain but not enough to stop you. The two of you found each other’s lips quickly and only parted to take short breaths, Auston’s fingers still inside of you, pushing you closer to the edge with each pump. When he crept back to your neck to kiss the skin behind your ear, you let out a small moan and your head lobbed to the right and you noticed the cab driver peering at you in the rear view mirror. You would’ve said something but you were too focused on Auston’s fingers inside of you and his lips on your neck and his other hand squeezing your hip just tight enough. Soon enough, the cab pulled up in front of Auston’s apartment building and the two of you were forced apart by the driver asking for payment.
  “I know you looked,” you heard Auston say to the driver and nod to his lap, “guess it was a good show huh? Have a good night.” After he paid, Auston grabbed your hand and dragged you to his apartment, struggling with the keys for only a second but making up for lost time by using you to close the door once the two of you were inside; biting your lip as he kissed you.
  You felt like your skin was on fire. You started ripping off your clothes, forcing him to do the same and the two of you fumbled toward the couch. He sat down, taking off his shirt -- the only piece of clothing left on his body -- as you shimmied out of your skirt, climbing on top of him slowly so he could examine your body. He kissed your breasts as you adjusted yourself onto his lap.
  “Fuck, these are even better than I thought they’d be” he said and you smiled, snaking your hand to grab his member.
  “What do you have for me?” you teased and he closed the space between you to tell you he didn’t want to go too fast.
  “I just don’t want to hurt you” he hummed against your neck
  “Believe me,” you pulled his hair back so he was looking at you, “it won’t hurt. I want you, Auston.” He bit his lip and watched as you adjusted him into your entrance, both of you letting out moans; Auston’s low and deep, yours raspy and weak. You rode him up and down, slowly at first, moaning his name breathlessly and feeling him grip your hips with every thrust. As Auston’s moans got louder, his thrusts got harder and more erratic and you knew he wasn’t going to last much longer
  “Hey, hey,” you hushed, “slow down. Last for me baby.” With your words, he let out a growl, picking you up and spinning you around so he was on top.
  “Fuck!” he screamed out and your head fell back onto the armrest of the couch. You scratched your nails down his back and his thrusts began to slow down as if he were savouring the moment; he let his head fall into the crook of your neck, gently laying kisses on your collarbone. You matched his movements, slow and deliberate, and brought your fingers down to your clit.
  “I’m so close, Auston,” you said breathlessly, “don’t stop, I’m almost there!” He bucked his hips deeper into you, driving you wild.
  “FUCK!” you screamed, the pleasure consuming you
  “You cumming baby?“ he said softly in your ear
  “I’m cumming, fuck, Auston. Cum with me!” you moaned and he did as you said, the two of you reaching your release in sync.
  The next morning, you woke up to Auston’s arm draped across your body and when you tried to get up, he tightened his grip and brought you close to him, your back against his chest.
  “Where do you think you’re going?” he asked, half asleep
  “Good morning to you too,” you joked, “would you like some water?” He shook his head and still wouldn’t let you out of bed, even when you told him you were going to die if you didn’t get some kind of liquid in your body.
  “I have the perfect liquid for your body” he laughed and you turned around to face him, kissing his nose once before finding his lips with yours; pulling away only to prove a point.
  “You couldn’t handle me this early in the morning, Matthews,” you said as you planted a small kiss to his cheek, finally able to get out of bed, “hangover or no”
  “Try me, (Y/N),” he challenged, “I’m up for anything.”
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A Guide on “How To” Habana
If you came across this blog post, you may already have found out that planning a trip to Cuba from America is not the easiest task. There is not much information online and the information that is online conflicts. This may be since some of the information is 4-5 years old and things there are in the development stages. I too had a hard time finding information and this is what made me determined to pass on real experiences and suggestions.
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 My trip to Havana, Cuba was a full 3 days, from Thursday to Sunday. I planned this trip for myself along with 12 others. So here are some key takeaways:
1.       Flights: In order to a book a flight to Cuba from America you have to fall into one of the 12 OFAC Categories. All airlines require you to choose one before being allowed to book the flight. Make sure that you choose correctly as you will be asked again when it’s time to check in and when you land in Cuba. Also, Visas must be purchased at check in or at the gate they can range anywhere from $20 to $100 depending on the airline and departure city.
·       Visiting family
·       Humanitarian projects or to provide support to the Cuban people
·       Official business of the U.S. government, foreign governments and certain intergovernmental organizations
·       Journalistic activities
·       Professional research
·       Educational activities by persons at academic institutions
·       People to people travel
·       Religious activities
·       Public performance, clinics, workshops, athletic or other competitions and exhibitions
·       Authorization to provide travel services, carrier services and remittance forwarding services
·       Activities of private foundations, research or educational institutes
·       Exportation of certain Internet-based services
 2.       Housing: Booking an Airbnb instead of staying in a hotel falls under OFAC “Support for The Cuban People” also if you do choose to stay in a hotel make sure it is not on the U.S. Department of State Restricted List. Quality Airbnb’s tend to get booked quick so make sure you are giving yourself time to life the life you want to while in Cuba. Make sure you communicate with the house host as some houses have strict rules. For example, you may not be able to bring outside food or drinks into the home, no guests can come to the house, no parties, no loud music, men may not be able tot sleep in the same room, etc.
 Due to my group of people being over 10 people the options we had for Airbnb’s were off the back limited as we later found out that the city does not accommodate large groups very well. Furthermore, I found an Airbnb called “Blue Mansion Hostel My Way”. This home had none of the house rules as above and the host was more than accommodating while communicating with me before I booked. La Casa Blue Mansion Airbnb pictures does not do this house any justice. This house was beautiful and huge we had more than enough space!! Online it says that there were double beds in most rooms then 6 single beds split between 2 bedrooms. When we got there the single beds were Queen sized and the double beds were King sized. Everyone in my group had their own bed, and even some had their own room. Every bedroom had separate bathrooms and ample towels etc. There was 24/7 security, house cooks and waitstaff were on standby for whatever you may need, or request. This is a very clean family house and it has a very cultured feel. My group spent a lot of time in the many patio areas around the pool or in the bar club area that also had a pool table. We were very pleased.
 3.       Currency: Visa, Mastercard, American Express or any other debit/credit card is not accepted in Cuba so bring enough cash with you for your entire trip. US dollars is hit with an extra conversion penalty and lose value dramatically is you convert directly from USD to CUC. Therefore, we converted USD to EUR prior to our flights, then converted from EUR to CUC once we landed in Cuba.
 Cuba has 2 currencies: CUC and CUP. You should always get CUC as it is more widely accepted, and CUC has the higher value. For instance, CUC is 1 to 1 to USD/EUR/CAD (roughly), while CUP is 1 to 25 USD/EUR/CAD. CUC is what we seen prices in tourist areas listed, while businesses that displayed CUP were in neighborhoods. Of course, food was cheaper in neighborhoods.
 How much to bring? We were there for 3 days converted between $500-1,000 USD and once the trip was over we pretty much converted most of it back. It’s safe to bring more than what you’ll expect to spend just in case. Also, if you save your receipt from exchange centers in the airport, within 30 days they allow you to convert back without a fee at the same rate you purchased.
 4.       Airport Experience: When you first land in Cuba, you will be outside and will walk into the building. The customs agents and TSA are 90% women. Their uniforms are quite interesting as the military style miniskirts and black fishnet stockings fit very sexy. I was pleasantly surprised. Waiting on baggage claim was okay until my bag was literally the last one out on the belt and the moment I grabbed it, agents wanted me to step to a table on the side for an extra check. The bag that I checked was actually school supplies that I was planning to give to the kids at a school near our Airbnb. They were speaking Spanish and I only caught on to key words like “violation”. I was started to wonder why? There was nothing I brought that was against the law, just folders, composition notebooks, crayons, markers, and chalk. As they checked the pages on the notebooks they had all my friends who were waiting close the door come back to scan all of our bags through a metal detector. Shortly after, they let us go. Weird.
 5.       Airport Transportation: We booked airport transportation through our house because several of us took different flights and landed at different times. The house had someone waiting with a sign at every single one of our flights. Airport Taxis literally wait in the airport line all day to get someone who is going into the city, not from one terminal to the other. So, keep that in mind for your departure date because it will be hard to find a ride from one terminal to another.
 6.       Taxis: Taxis in the city are cheap. You’ll be fine but ask how much before you ride off with them so that you aren’t shocked by the rate. We allowed our house to organize taxis to and from the city and club. We were dropped off at different meeting points and gave him a time to pick us up. He was always on time.
 7.       WiFi: Most American cell phone plans do not work in Cuba. So as soon as you touch down you most likely will not be able to contact anyone. Hotels and Wifi parks sell WiFi cards $2 for an hour of online activity. Two guys in my group found a park and waited in a long line to get one.  The rest of us did not see any of the WiFi parks. Some people were able to make calls from there cell at $2.49 a minute, but they could not receive a call. We were there for 3 days so soon after we stopped worrying about being able to get on social media and focused on enjoying the time and people that were right in front of us. If you are anything like me, be prepared, plan ahead. Download Maps.Me and download the Havana, Cuba offline map. Also, take screen shots of restaurants, addresses, important information, flight information, etc. as it is very likely you will not have connectivity.
 8.       Giving back to the Cubano kids: I planned a school drive as a form of giving back to the Cuban kids. We all brought supplies we thought may be scarce or just needed to be replaced to give to them. With the help of our Airbnb host we were able to get the Principal of a local school (I will not name the school) to allow us into the school to give the kids supplies. They were happy children with big bright smiles in their uniforms. This warmed my heart.
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9.       Restaurants: Most dishes we found in Cuba of course were seafood. But you were able to find chicken, salads, and pizza as well. I won’t detail all of them but 2 in particular. There is the O’Reilly 304 Gin Bar and Restaurant. We were all completely amazed by the bartender and all of his concoctions of drinks. We also met the manager Julio we completely accommodated us and had a million stories to tell of U.S. celebrities who has stopped by his spot. One thing I must say is that we were wondering what was taking so long with our food and soon after Julio and another guy comes in with fresh veggies and a string line of fish just caught out the ocean! Not to mention the food was seasoned very well! Make sure you try the salsa for the plantains, you will not be disappointed. Another day we went to Del Mar beach but met at Rachon Don Pepe, a beach hut restaurant. There drinks were $2.50 each! If you find yourself in the area stop by and get the lobster tail and boiled shrimp with hot sauce! There is also a pinacoloda spot next door that will completely give you beach vibes.
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 10.   Beaches: The most popular beach that everyone says to go to is Veradero. This beach is 3 hours out of the city. Planning this trip, I did not want to have to commute 6 hours for anything, so I did some research on other beaches and found Del Mar. ‘Playa Estes Del Mar” was absolutely perfect!!! We all fell in love from the moment we walked up a sand hill and got to the top and saw the crystal-clear water and warm smooth sand. If I could I would go back just to have another day on that beach.
 11.   Cuban People: I’m not sure if I just didn’t know what to expect Cubans to look like but they look like us! The country is full of beautiful black and brown people! I absolutely loved the looks. Everyone we encountered either did not say anything to us or was very nice and talkative. I believe they are just as curious of us as we are with them. A lot of Cubans are artists, I was not expecting so much beautiful art! If you have the chance stop by the market and bring extra cash to buy some timeless pieces of art and paintings.
 12.   Night Life: Our first night in town we went to a place by the name of “Mio y Tuyo”, drinks and food was cheap, and they had a good DJ with the videos to the songs playing in the background. We found out later that is place is someone’s home. They made the first floor of their home into a club. Cool right? Our second night, we went to “Fabrica de Arte Cubano”. This place is about 7 clubs in one big building with patios. Each club played a different type of music but all of them made you want to stop and dance. All throughout the building was a display of art from local artists, which I absolutely loved. The bartenders make all the drinks hand crafted and none of the mixers come from machine. Everything was from fresh ingredients. The 3rd night we were going to go to “Fantasy” but we ended up throwing a party for ourselves in our Airbnb club (the house seriously has its own club).
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 13.   Tours: Book the Vinales Cigar rolling and Horseback riding tour, it’s an all-day tour but is worth it, so plan to have 1 full day of your trip there. If you are short on time as we were, there is a Cigar Factory and Rum tour in the city that is roughly 3 hours, and they are only open on weekdays. If you book an Airbnb, allow the house host to book the tours for you as they have direct contacts to these businesses. But I do recommend not to pre-book the old American car tours. Online prices were average $45 per person, while walking up to them and negotiating they quoted 60 CUC per car (split between 3-4 people in each car) for a city tour and to drop us off at a Restaurant in Del Mar (30-40min out the city).
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 14.   Time is not of the essence in Cuba as it is in America. They are not in a rush to do anything. If you set a time for your taxi to pick you up and you are not ready they will wait on you. You cannot pay to skip the line at the club (trust me we tried to offer $$$), you must wait in line. There is no quick bite to eat as all the food is made to order and the drinks are handcrafted with detail. So, find some patience.
  I hope my tips help you and yours enjoy your trip! Follow my group and our tags on IG: @AshleySoUnique @Wolf_of_Peachtree @DrCarlaMoore @Corrien3 @__Jayalessia @_miamor @_meaganh @Supreme.bliss @modernmillennia @teddy_atl @blkgrl_ashley @lala_kki @quinashai_chelette
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Sweet Pea (27/34)
Summary: A nickname that goes bitter in your mouth. Cries for help that no one listens to. Gentle hands that make you quake on the ground you’re standing on. When Phil first met Nico, he thought he was a gift from the heavens. But behind the mask lies something daunting, something unnerving, that Phil never foresaw. Through his journey, he finds solace in Dan, the regular at his workplace, who seems to be the only one who sees through Nico’s mask to the darkness underneath. Warnings: Abusive relationship, violence A/N: Kind of a short chapter, but that's alright. I think it's important! I'm excited about the next few chapters ahhh. Chapter 28 MAY come out a little bit early? Not positive? Because I'm going to chicago this next weekend, but it depends on if i have internet connection or not. If I have internet connection then i'm gonna upload it on saturday as usual! Thanks for @snowbunnylester for editing for me. The lyrics at the beginning are from The Fire by Tonight Alive.
ALSO, thank you SO MUCH to everybody who voted for this fic in the phanfic awards. I am super proud to announce that this fic won many awards! Sweet Pea was officially voted first place Best of the Best fic, Best Angst, and Best Chaptered, and second place in the Edge of the Seat Award, and Slow Burn, for the phanfic awards 2017! I appreciate and love all of you and i'm gonna cry wtf!
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Chapter Twenty-Seven
But I made it out alive. I’m here to say I breathe; at least I try. I won’t go without a fight. You can’t stop me.
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Phil has been doing a lot of thinking.
Truth was, he was bored. He was bored of life. His life had become an endless cycle of the same things over and over again; get up, go to work, get back home, clean the house, make dinner, play video games, talk to Dan, go to sleep. Over and over and over again. There was nothing for him to be excited about, nothing that made the wheels in his head turn to make him think, nothing to expand his knowledge about subjects that he cared about.
He missed school. He missed his friends. He missed going out. He missed how he would go to school and giggle in the middle of lectures because his friend had decided to make a lame sex joke under their breath. He missed going to the dining halls on campus and watching the people walk past as he ate a sad enchilada. He missed how he had to stay up late to finish essays because he’d procrastinated way too much. Okay well, maybe he didn’t miss that part, but he missed the other stuff and it almost made him long for that as well.
He was trapped in an endless cycle of boredom and he didn’t really know what to do about it.
“Dan, I think I’m dying,” Phil groaned out one day, when his thoughts finally caught up to him and he realised that he couldn’t fucking do this anymore.
Dan set down his DS, which Phil assumed he had been using to play Animal Crossing judging by the songs. His friend raised his eyebrows in question, staring at him quizzically, expectantly. “Okay?” Dan asked slowly. “And why do you think you’re dying.”
Phil pressed his palms into his eyes and pressed down. Stars danced across his vision like it was mimicking the night sky, and he let out another pitiful groan. “I’m so fucking bored.”
“Alright, so do something else then and stop sitting around on your ass,” Dan replied as though it was the simplest solution in the entire world. He went to pick up his DS again, but Phil stopped him with his words.
“No, like. I’m bored. With life.” Phil sighed, and he didn’t really think before he started to speak again. He had gotten a little better about speaking about his feelings, thanks to the endless prodding from Nate, but he was still pretty bad at it. Especially when it came to major life choices and not thinking it through before he suggested it. “I think I want to go back to school.”
Dan really did drop his DS then. It dropped to the floor with a thump as he sat up from the couch, staring at Phil with his mouth open in a gape. “Now hold on,” Dan said, his eyes blinking fast. “Let’s talk about this first so I can understand your sudden change of heart.”
Phil groaned and flung himself backwards on the couch, fully aware that he was throwing a temper tantrum. He didn’t want to talk about it. He didn’t want to think about it. He just wanted to do. He was bored. So fucking bored that it made his head spin and his fingers tap rhythmically on the desk. Staying in the house during the day, just doing work and coming back home afterwards, was making him go insane.
He needed to do something.
“What is there to understand, Dan?” Phil asked, his voice pathetic and whiney like he was a god damn baby. “I’m so bored that I think I’m going to actually die. What else is there to think about?”
Dan bit his lip, looking concerned. Phil didn’t really understand why he was so concerned. Didn’t he want Phil to go back to school? To do something with his life? With the way that Dan was looking now, it seemed like he was more apprehensive than anything at this suggestion, and it made Phil’s heart sink. Phil’s shoulders began to sag with defeat and his chest caved in like he was trying to hide himself from the world. Dan saw this, shaking his head and scooting closer to him on the couch. “No, no! It’s not what you’re thinking,” Dan promised. He put an arm around Phil’s shoulders, and brought him closer so that he could place a chaste kiss on the side of Phil’s head.
Phil relaxed into him, because this was Dan and there was no way that Phil could just give up an offer of cuddling a literal giant teddy bear. He stayed silent as Dan continued, just drinking in his warmth and closing his eyes to try and calm himself down, to tell himself that Dan was here, of course he was going to be concerned about Phil. “So what aren’t I thinking of then?” Phil murmured, closing his eyes and soaking in the feel of being cuddled up close to Dan.
“Well,” Dan started. He picked up his hand and started to brush his fingers through Phil’s hair, just how Phil liked it. It was wonderful and made Phil’s head get off of the impending conversation just slightly. He always liked when people brushed their fingers through his hair, almost as though he were a cat. It made him feel calm. Loved, even. “I’m honestly just concerned about your mental stability at the moment. Not because I don’t think you can handle school or anything, but because I know you dropped out because you physically couldn’t handle it anymore. So I guess I just worry that you’ll join school again and then immediately feel pressured and overwhelmed again, which is something I don’t want for you. Does that make sense, or am I just an asshole?”
Phil chuckled, shaking his head. “You’re not an asshole, Dan,” he said warmly, and it was the truth. He could see where Dan was coming from with this. After all, Dan had seen Phil in probably every mood possible by now. He’d seen Phil when he’d given up. He’d seen Phil when he was angry. He’d seen Phil when he was broken beyond repair, and he’d seen Phil when he was baking five batches of cookies while dancing around the kitchen singing Japanese music at the top of his lungs. Phil had no doubt in his mind that Dan knew him better than he knew himself.
Which was why Phil was confident enough in their relationship to calmly tell Dan why he had to do this, why he had to go back to school. Not for anybody else, but for himself.
“I’ll be honest with you, Dan,” he began, taking his best friend’s free hand in his own. He started to play with Dan’s fingers, picking them up slightly and letting them slap back down onto his thigh. “At this point in my life, right now, I feel like I don’t enjoy anything anymore. Sure, that was the same as before and I know that. But while I felt like I had nothing to live for back then, I feel like I can… I don’t know, accomplish something now? Like maybe I can do something other than sitting around on my ass playing Mario Kart all day and working at a dumb pizza place. If I go to school, I think it’ll give me that drive to actually do something again, you know? Like maybe I can be an English professor someday and actually be happy with myself. Doesn’t that sound great?”
Dan was silent for a moment, which was disconcerting to Phil. He glanced over at Dan to find his friend grinning so largely that he couldn’t possibly speak, his entire face lit up like the sun. He surged forward suddenly, embracing Phil in a hug so tight that it knocked the breath out of him. “Fuck, I’m so proud of you,” Dan whispered in Phil’s ear, pressing a kiss to the side of his head. It felt weirdly intimate, but Phil didn’t mind. He rather liked it. “Two months ago, you never would have said something like this. And now you’re filled with hope and amazement and excitement about the future.”
Dan sighed and sat back, holding Phil at arms length. His eyes were golden honey on a bright day, and Phil mimicked his happy grin. “I’m so immensely proud of you, Phil. I don’t think you know just how much guts this took to finally try to start getting on your feet again. I support you wholeheartedly, and I’ll be there for you every step of the way no matter what, just as I always have been.”
Phil laughed, a giddy bubble escaping from his chest. “Thank you,” he murmured. “Admittedly, I’m scared. Really scared.” He looked away from Dan, staring at the ceiling instead and squinting like he was trying to find something on the white surface. “What if I see Nico there? Chandler? What if I have a break down? What if I end up not being able to do it? Because you’re right. I am screwed up. I do have a lot going on. There are probably going to be times I have a panic attack and won’t be able to finish homework due to that. I have full faith that’ll happen. But I can’t just give up due to some guy who made me love him more than I loved myself.” Phil paused and made eye contact with Dan, his gaze burning. “It’s about time I loved myself. It’s about time I stopped sulking around. I need to get out, Dan, and this is one of the first steps into having a better life.”
Dan was staring at Phil as though he had put the stars in the sky, his expression filled with awe. He was happy, so happy, that Phil almost thought he would just lean forward and kiss him or something. That was the kind of expression Dan was giving him, and it made Phil’s chest swell in a pleasant and excited way. Dan didn’t kiss him though, of course he didn’t, because they were best friends, but he did pick up Phil’s hand, entwining their fingers together. “I’m so fucking proud of you, jesus christ. But you’re wrong about this being the first step.” Phil cocked his head in confusion, and waited for Dan to go on. “The first step started as soon as Nico walked out of your life. You started to heal that same day. It may not have felt like it, but you started to do things that were the best for you, even if you may have chosen some coping mechanisms that weren't’t healthy.” Phil grimaced as he remembered Jace, how he’d cheated on him, how many people he’d slept with in such a short time frame. He wasn’t proud of that. “It’s been fucking hard, and it may not have felt like you were healing, but you were. You still are. And you’re doing better every day. Not everybody can do that but you did. Do you know how amazing that is?”
Phil beamed, and his eyes started to well up with tears despite himself. He was being a baby, but that was alright. He had no qualms with crying in front of Dan now. And he definitely wasn’t embarrassed to lurch forward to bury himself in Dan’s chest, using his warmth as comfort in this hard time. “I’m so scared,” Phil whispered into Dan’s chest.
A pair of warm arms encircled his waist and clutched him tightly to Dan’s body, almost like a shield. Phil felt protected just from the embrace, like nothing bad in the world could hurt him. “I know,” Dan whispered. “But you don’t have to do it alone. I’ll be by your side through it all.”
“Thank you,” Phil choked out. He suddenly couldn’t breathe, his throat all clogged up with cotton wool, tears leaking from his eyes. “I’m worried about if I see him. What would I do? I don’t… I don’t think I can see him again without having a meltdown again.”
“He can’t hurt you anymore,” Dan said protectively, tightening his arms even more around Phil’s waist. “You have a restraining order and you have me. I’ll punch him if he even steps within twenty feet of you.”
Phil barked out a laugh, one thick with tears and worry. “But you won’t be there the whole time I’m on campus. What if I see him during one of the times you can’t be there?”
Dan kissed the top of Phil’s head and rubbed the small of his back. “Then Louise and I will form our own mafia and skin him alive,” he joked, before turning serious. “For real, though. I won’t let anything happen to you. It he gets close to you then call the police. You can’t stop living your life in fear of him, you can’t let him control you. You’re stronger than him, you’re better than him, and you have wonderful friends who will beat his ass if he even tries to come close to you.” Dan reached up and grabbed Phil’s face in his hands, gently forcing Phil’s face up to make eye contact. He smiled warmly. “Seriously. I won’t let anything bad happen to you.”
There weren’t a lot of things that Phil believed in anymore. He didn’t believe in Santa Claus. He didn’t believe that each person only fell in love once. He didn’t believe that people deserved to go through the shit that he went through with Nico.
But for some reason, he found himself believing that he would be safe, that he could go back to school and steer clear from Nico. WIth Dan and Louise and all of his other friends sticking by his side, Phil felt like he could do anything in the world.
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Build Me Up, Buttercup - Part Two: An Angel, A Demon, And A Vampire Walk Into A Garage.
Status: Part 2 of ___  Word Count: 3.5K  Category: Multi-Part; Alternative Universe:Fantasy [maaaybe] ; Pseudo cross-over [“The Princess Bride”]; Adventure; Humor; Parody; Friendship; Family; see Grandpa’s list in Part One as well [wink]   Rating: Teen & Up  Character(s): Dean, Sam, Female O.C., Grandpa & Grandson, various SPN past & present Pairing(s): Sorry, kiddos - you’ll have to wait & see Warnings: None Author’s Note(s): Shifts between the “real world” and the "book” are in larger text; see more post-story Overall Summary: See Part One Part Two Summary: Dean struggles with his new reality - and a familiar trio arrives on the scene to shake it up. 
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“Dean!” Sam exclaimed. "What if something happens to her? I'm afraid we'll never see her again!"
"Offffff course you are," Dean replied with a sly grin, having not missed the way his brother had been stealing glances and blushing around their - he had to admit, quite intelligent and pretty - former apprentice for months.
"She has always said she would drop everything for us if we needed her, that she'd be there for us, and you had to go and---"
"How can you be so sure she’d come through for us? She hated my guts, Sam. Absolute pure hate, right down to the knee in my junk, you think that happens every day!?"
Sam's eyebrows shot up. "To you?! I haven't got a clue how many times that must've happened to you!"
As fate would have it, Sam was right - not the crotch thing, the first thing. Their one-time hunter-in-training never made it to her destination. It seemed that during her travels, she decided to investigate a case she'd gotten wind of and ended up on a ferry that was attacked by vampirates, who never leave captives alive. 
And so when the Winchesters got word that she'd been murdered---
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"Murdered by vampirates is good!" exclaimed the kid.
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---a frustrated Sam fought with his brother before quickly packing up only what he needed, and leaving the bunker, driving through the night, neither eating nor sleeping - not even reading any of The Lore - for days.
Dean ate an entire large pizza with extra mushrooms and their accompanying bread sticks, gave shots of coconut rum a try, ate three bags of Doritos, vomited down the hallway, then indulged in a ten-hour porn marathon, all interspersed with the occasional forkful of apple pie straight out of the tin, and a case and a half of beer.
The first day.
"I will never rum again," Dean muttered to himself, just before letting loose one final belch and passing out.
More than a few years came and went, during which something very strange and inexplicable was happening to their world - and for the Winchesters, this was saying quite a lot.
Sam had not spoken with Dean since the night he'd left, though he kept tabs on not only his brother but the ever-evolving drama within and amongst the various supernatural factions.
Without the brothers' influence on otherworldly doings, politics began playing more of a role than they had in the past. Contracts and treaties in place for years, possibly centuries even, were regularly challenged. Deals were made under tables. Established powers were pushed out - or murdered - to make way for new sovereigns. And one self-appointed monarch in particular had recently come out on top.
In the front yard of a newly-constructed mansion (near castle, truth be told) that was quite out-of-place in a modest province of the country called Florin, people were packed nearly shoulder-to-shoulder. They were waiting to hear an announcement from their ruler Rowena, the once self-proclaimed Queen Regent of Hell, current self-proclaimed monarch of Florin, and it was a very special announcement, indeed - she was about to reveal her husband-to-be.
Trumpets blared and the crowd hushed as Rowena stepped out onto the large balcony several floors above the front door of her earthly pseudo-castle, flanked by members of her coven.
"My perky peasants! In just one month, it will be the tenth anniversary of what I know has been the happiest times of your putrid existence - the day I started my reign. And at sundown on that day, I shall wed a wee lad who was once a commoner, like yourselves. But I suspect you won't find him so common now, will you? Would you like to meet him?"
The crowd roared - many due to the threats being whispered to them by Rowena's minions who were sprinkled throughout - but most were excited for the reveal because it put them that much closer to the buffet and ‘80s cover band awaiting them in the backyard. Plus, word was the pool had a slide.
"People! I present to you my little Buttercup, the Crown Prince of Florin - Dean!"
Dean gradually stepped into the crowd, walking slowly on a red carpet that stretched from the gazebo in the side yard, then across the circular drive, through at least twenty flower-laden archways, ultimately finding himself next to the gaudy, jewel-accented fountain that featured two sculpted cherubs pissing on each other instead of down into the basin.
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The sneer on his face was locked-in tight, as was the shiny gold crown atop his head. Like Rowena, her coven, her bodyguards, her minions - and all the townspeople, as required by the new laws - he was dressed in clothing that was close to, but not quite hitting the mark of, something one might see on people living around the year 1700. The colors seemed too bold, the gold accoutrements too shiny, and his shoes all seemed to have heels.
Dean looked at the crowd, actually a little envious - at least they didn't have to wear brocade tunics that felt more like dresses, and stupid tights that cramped his junk, and those damned heels. Even the bum who was perpetually wandering about the town square - or, to Rowena's great disdain, lounging in front of her mansion - got to wear boots. On the other hand, they were worse off than he was in a lot of ways. Rowena had sent the entire continent back into a dark age. Not like the Dark Ages, but close enough - the people were both literally and figuratively in the dark.
After only a little less than a decade's worth of her spell-casting, it seemed like everyone, excepting those heading into this world-upending disaster with prior knowledge of the supernatural, had forgotten where they were and what time period they lived in. They simply accepted any modernity from Rowena and her crew as par for the course, just a royal's life versus a peasant's. Though her coven had provided a few changes of clothing for each person, handed out horses and cows like crazy, and worked their mojo to get crops to spring up right away, she'd cut off all utilities, drained every service station of gas, even shut down land lines, isolating everyone completely.
And Dean had absolutely no idea why, or what he could do about it, especially without his friends. Without Sam. Hell, he'd have even taken help from what's-her-face, though her getting ganked by vampirates still made him a bit giddy to imagine.
But nevertheless, his emptiness consumed him. Although the new laws of the enchanted land gave Rowena the right to choose her groom, and despite what he suspected was an abundance of attempted spell-casting on him specifically by the coven, he did not love her.
Dean gagged when he thought about the upcoming wedding night. He'd been drinking so much over the years - that is, the ones since Sam left, and the one during which he’d been stuck in Florin - he couldn't even get fully drunk anymore, so how he'd manage to get through it was beyond him. Didn't matter that Rowena reassured him that it'd be the best night of his life due to her centuries of experience; after that tidbit, he actually had thrown up.
He would cheer himself by sneaking away at night - minus the tights - and would stay in the shadows of houses for a few miles til he could cut across the old mini-mall parking lot that was now occupied by grazing sheep, in order to reach his favorite place. Dean always took a deep breath once he'd entered, inhaling the comforting smell of motor oil and metal. Taking apart cars - or just pieces of them - and putting them together again was his only remaining joy.
And he was so focused on his task at hand, laying on his back, rolled underneath his latest project, that it didn't register with him initially how unusual it was to hear another person's voice that late at night, much less inside the abandoned garage.
"A word, sir? We're male models looking to pick up a little work, you happen to know of any runways around here?"
"Nope, nothing for miles."
Then Dean frowned as he felt himself being yanked out from under the car, and thought he got a glimpse of someone familiar before everything went black.
Crowley stood to the side, inspecting the knuckles of the fist he'd just used, while Gabriel helped lift the unconscious Dean, keeping him propped upright as Benny squatted a bit, then hoisted the passed-out prince up and over his shoulder.
"You know, it really annoys me when you do that," Gabriel said to Crowley. "I had a great zinger all ready to go: ‘Then there will be no one to hear you scream' - I mean, come ON."
"What's that you're doing, there?" asked Benny, watching as Crowley meandered around the garage, splashing little drops of something from a small bottle on the floor.
"I'm leaving a clue behind for Mother's hounds. A touch of Eau de Moose."
Benny and Gabriel shared a confused glance - Crowley saw their expressions when he turned back to them, then sighed before he explained.
"Not an ounce of forethought between you. That was watered-down fancy shampoo, one that's not readily available around these parts now-a-days, but via my contacts, I happen to know entire cases are whipped up by Rowena's little band of bitches and sent as peace offerings to the only thing standing between her and access to the last active hellmouth on the continent."
Benny and Gabriel stared at him blankly.
"The kingdom just a hop-skip away? Guilder? Used to be Texas, Louisiana, New Mexico, actual Mexico, whatnot? Where we're headed shortly? Across that abyss of a bay that popped up, formerly known as Oklahoma?"
No response.
"Where the big little brother of our princess here---" Crowley gave Dean's ass a sharp WHAP that echoed through the room "---has set himself up on the throne? You lot are too dumb to breathe."
Crowley made his way out of the garage then, shaking his head.
"Uh, vampire," Gabriel pointed out, jabbing a thumb in Benny's direction, then swinging it around to himself. "Angel. We don't exactly need to have a lot of breathing happening."
They followed after Crowley, keeping behind buildings and speaking quietly, guided by a soft glow Gabriel let out of his eyes - not even worth a 100 watt bulb, as the coven's double-downed stranglehold on the energy in and around Florin extended to demons and angels and any other creatures trapped in the their bubble.
"So what, boss, idea is your mama will think Sam came and got Dean?" asked Benny.
Crowley nodded. "And when Dean's body is found on Guilder land---"
"Whoa!" Benny exclaimed, stopping immediately.  "You never said anything about killin' anybody."
Crowley whirled around to face him, angry.
"I hired you to help me start a war. It's a prestigious line of work with a long and glorious tradition."
"I just don't think it's right... killing Dean. Don't ever seem to work, anyhow."
"Am I going mad, or did the word think escape your lips?! You were not hired for your brains, you sharp-toothed bucket of gumbo!"
"I agree with Benny," said Gabriel, crossing his arms.
"Oh, warped-wings has spoken! What happens to Dean is not your concern. I’ll kill him!  And remember this, never forget this - when I found you, you were so depleted of grace, you couldn't even conjure strippers and candy!"
Crowley turned back to Benny.
"Then you! Pale, munching on mangy, anemic animals, hopeless! Do you want me to send you to where you were, hiding in caves, in Purgatory?!"
They continued on to the docks in silence, all climbing into the modest wooden boat that was powered only by a combination of wind in the sails and - mostly - Benny's rowing. After they settled the unconscious Dean, Gabriel untied the line. Benny sat near the middle, picked up the oars and began to row, while Gabriel lit a small lantern near the bow. 
And Crowley pulled a flask from his jacket, leaned back, closed his eyes as he began sipping.
Benny's grip on the oars was tight and his jaw was clenched and twitching. Lack of full strength and diminished powers aside, Benny was a big dude. And while Gabriel still had enough juice to at least get himself out of the vampire's way should he opt to let the fists fly, he was pretty sure Crowley would get quite the beat-down if the muscle of their trio got angry enough. 
He didn't want to kill Dean, either - would’ve been happier if it was Crowley. Still, like it or not, they were going to need Crowley and his contacts to get hold of Sam. Then it was left to hope, that Sam hadn’t changed, that he would still go to bat for Dean, and if not Dean, then for the greater good in general - not terribly unlike the need for Benny to cool off and realize Crowley couldn’t be dealt with quite yet. They needed all the allies they could get, even the questionable ones.
And so it was, Gabriel decided to do what we was best at: making a joke of a serious situation.
"Yo-ho-ho, matey," he said to Benny with a cautious grin. "So... any limericks you, ah... know know know?"
Benny's rowing slowed just long enough for him to shoot Gabriel a look that was somewhere between puzzled and annoyed, then got back on rhythm.
"Whoo, tough crowd," Gabriel said under his breath.
A few moments of silence passed, and Gabriel scooted a little closer, spoke a little lower.
"That Crowley, man, he sure can... bitch."
Silence for another few moments, but then:
"I bet it's 'cause his mama's a witch."
Gabriel stifled his laughter, but a glance over his shoulder told him Crowley had caught the retort due to the exaggerated roll of his eyes, followed by a large pull off the flask.
"Aw, he's just a little sack of... charm," Gabriel said.
"Well I’m gonna help him buy the farm," Benny shot back immediately.
Now Gabriel snickered loudly, and Crowley spit most of his mouthful out, spraying it over the side of the boat but also sending a healthy amount down his chin and onto his jacket.
"Enough!" he growled at them.
"Hey Benny, should we choke him dead?"
"’Fore we do, I best get fed."
Crowley cursed under his breath and went to drink more from his flask, only to find it empty. He chucked it into the water, then whipped his head around to face his companions - the flash of red in his eyes silenced them effectively. For several hours, the only sound was the swish of the paddles and the occasional gust of wind hitting the sail.
The sky had been overcast but now handfuls of clouds dissipated. The moon and stars were bright enough that Gabriel extinguished the lantern. There were little waves to speak of, and they could now see the smog-topped crag looming in the distance, the ones rumored to make climbers insane - and they’d have to scale it, their captive in tow, in order to get to the Guilder border.
"We'll reach the cliffs by dawn," Crowley commented, then frowned at Gabriel. "Why are you doing that?"
He was referring both to Gabriel’s present location and the focused expression on his normally affable face - the archangel was still near the bow, but was facing backwards, looking behind them.
"Making sure nobody's following us," he replied slowly.
"That would be inconceivable," Crowley declared.
"Despite what you think, you'll get caught - and when you are, hoo-boy, is Rowena gonna light into your sorry asses."
They all looked to the sound of Dean's voice.
"Hey, you're up!" Benny exclaimed, a genuine smile on his face.
Dean's jaw dropped. "Benny?"
"Yeah, brother. Good to see ya."
"Wish I could say the same - what the hell, man?!"
"You know, of all the asses on this boat, your highness, the one you should be worrying about is your own," Crowley said to Dean, with nothing but contempt - and perhaps a touch of jealousy - in his voice. He received an enthusiastic bird in response.
Gabriel sighed, then turned back to his scouting.
"Stop doing that! We can all relax! It's almost over," Crowley demanded.
"You're sure nooobody's following us?" Gabriel responded without turning, still studying the waters behind them with concern in his eyes.
"As I told you, it would be absolutely, totally, and in all other ways inconceivable! No one in Guilder knows what we've done, and no one in Florin could have gotten here so fast." Crowley paused, his eyes narrowing. "Out of curiosity, why do you ask?
Gabriel shrugged. "Oh, I dunno, I just happened to look behind us and something's there?"
"What?!"
Crowley scooted away from Dean and closer to Gabriel. He was pulling at his collar in a rare show of nerves, but then cleared his throat, adjusted his tone and posture back to one of nonchalance.
"Probably some local fisherman out for a pleasure cruise at night."
"Oh, totally - through the witch's eel-infested waters," Benny tacked on sarcastically, pausing his rowing to take a look as well.
"Yep, like you do," added Gabriel.
But the ne'er-do-well trio jumped in sync at the sound of a splash, turning around just in time to see Dean emerge from his dive, paddling furiously away from them.
Crowley shoved Gabriel's shoulder. "Go in! Go after him!"
Gabriel gave him a look. "I don't swim! I snap fingers, badda-bing, badda-boom, I'm there."
They both looked to Benny.
"What?" he asked.
"Go!" they answered.
"I only dawg-paddle," he replied, moving his arms in said stroke’s motions for emphasis.
The demon and the angel raised their eyebrows in near-unison.
"You were a sailor," Gabriel said slowly.
Benny let out a half-chuckle. "Yeah, the boys always gave me hell for that. Funny, huh?"
"Aarrrgggh!" Crowley yelled, and lunged at Benny, rocking the boat briefly.
"For cryin’ out.... just..... here, come on, start getting to the left," Gabriel said, pushing Crowley aside, taking one of the oars from Benny.
And then they all froze - including Dean, who stopped moving forward and started treading water - as a horrid screeching sound filled the air.
Crowley began to laugh, saying,"You know what that sound is, you wet little squirrel? Those are the shrieking eels! If you don't believe me, just wait - they always grow louder when they're about to feed on flesh!"
Dean's eyes grew wide and he was startled as he felt something large brush past him, causing more than a few extra ripples in the water.
"If you swim back now I promise we'll figure something out, Dean - and I doubt you'll get such a deal from your new scaly friends."
But Dean didn't have time to reply because one of those aforementioned scaly friends had circled back around, hovering just below the water about ten feet out, seemingly prepping to head right at his face.
"H-hey there, buddy?" Dean tried, tacking on a shaky grin, though his charm was wasted.
Suddenly it began its charge, obtaining such speed Dean knew there was no chance he could swim away in time, and right when it was moments away, unhinging its jaw and letting out one final victory screech----
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"Dean does not get eaten by the eels at this time."
The kid blinked, startled out of his concentration. "What?"
"The eel doesn't get him - I'm explaining it to you, because you looked nervous," his grandfather said, glancing down.
The kid followed suit, noticing for the first time that he'd been wadding up his bedding in his hands as he'd listened to the story.
"I... I wasn't... wasn't nervous," he replied, loosening his grip. "Well,  maybe I was a little bit concerned but that's not the same thing."
"We can stop now, if you---"
"No, you could read a little bit more, I mean, if you want to," the kid jumped in immediately.
With a nod of agreement, and an adjustment of glasses, the old man went back to the page.
"'You know what that sound is, you wet little squirrel? Those are the shrieking eels! If you---'"
"Past that, Grandpa. You read it already," the kid interrupted.
"Oh... oh my goodness, I did. I'm sorry. Beg your pardon. Alright, alright, lets see... uh... he was in the water, the eel was going after him, he was frightened, the eel started to charge him and then..."
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----Benny leaned over and knocked out the eel with one punch while Crowley and Gabriel hauled Dean onto the boat.
Crowley was already beginning to tie a shivering Dean's hands with rope, Gabriel holding him in a semi-choke hold, when all three turned towards the stern due to a loud, sucking, toilet-plunger-on-a-mission type of sound.
Benny looked up and over the eel, to which he was currently giving a deep-fanging, mumbling, "What?"
They continued staring.
"What?!" he demanded, greenish-blue blood sneaking out the corners of his mouth. 
"Let's give the little fella a burial at sea, huh?" Gabriel suggested gently, and though Benny seemed disappointed, he let his late dinner - or early breakfast, depending on how you looked at it - slip back into the water.
But now that Benny was back to rowing and Dean was tied up to Crowley's satisfaction, Gabriel released him and stood, resuming his survey of what was now clearly another boat, similar in size to theirs, and not terribly far behind.
"I think he's getting closer," Gabriel muttered.
"He's no concern of ours! Sail on!" Crowley snapped. Then he turned narrowed eyes back to Dean. "I suppose you think you're still brave, don't you?"
Dean was gazing absently over Crowley's shoulder, at the cliffs which were just beginning to glow thanks to the barely-there sunrise, when he quietly responded.
"Only compared to some."
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"Is that a rapier?" Gabriel asked, astonished, turning from the edge of the cliff to look at the others. "Have either of you got a sword, because I sure as hell went and left mine back in the pocket of my other pair of homemade britches, in my other life, pre-Rowpocalypse, oh no WAIT, no it’s not, because I haven't ever NEEDED one!"
"I thought you were a soldier," Benny said, in a snotty tone not unlike the one used on him when being asked how it was a sailor couldn’t swim. 
"We weren’t fencing,” Gabriel replied, testy, though he shrugged, adding, “Besides. I blew the horn."
"You were the boogie-woogie bugle boy?!"
Barely sputtering the sentence out, Benny then fell into gales of laughter, bending at the waist to grab his knees, gasping.
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"I don't mean to pry, but - you don't by any chance happen to have any red lipstick?"
The masked woman paused in her boot-shaking task and stared for a beat or two. "Red's not your color," she informed him.
Gabriel chuckled, glanced down, but when he looked back up, she was surprised to see slightly glassy eyes.  
So she pulled a tube from her bra, because where the hell else was she supposed to stash it in that getup? And further, it wasn't like she was gonna leave it on the boat to melt. She liked the pop of color against the monochrome clothing, not to mention the vitamin E and SPF. After all, those of the vamp persuasion needed to be mindful of peeling or chapped lips. It was just common courtesy, don't judge her.
She uncapped it, rolled up a bit, and tilted it towards him. 
He noted the deep neutral hue and gave a satisfied nod, saying, "Thanks."
She nodded in return, then began putting her boots back on as he - without being asked - launched into his backstory.
"My sex life was ruined by a red-lipsticked woman..."
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"Abs, you know how much I love watching you work, but I've got the  anniversary celebration to plan, my wedding to arrange, my husband to murder and Guilder to frame for it - I'm just swamped!"
"Oh, Ro," Abaddon said sympathetically, walking back over and giving Rowena a quick, no-bodily-contact, pseudo-hug. "Listen to a former queen, alright?"
"Do not tell me to get some rest," Rowena said flatly.
"No, I'm going to tell you to get a pedicure. If you haven't got your open-toe Manolos, then you haven't got anything."
And with a blood-red, half-hearted smile - plus two quick air kisses - Abaddon turned away and headed down to the pit, though she did pause, glanced over her shoulder, gave Rowena one last piece of advice.
“Might wanna run by the salon, too - your roots are showing.” 
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"I don't envy the headache you'll have when you wake up - but in the meantime, sleep well, Benny-boy. And dream of Cajun women."
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"There's a shortage of perky nipples in this world - so hell, what’s two more?"
Dean jumped, dropped the angel blade, and wheeled around, eyes widening when he realized who was lying on his bed.
“YOU?!?” he bellowed.
“What’s up, Buttercup.”
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"Okay, you know-it-all: what about the A.S.S.E.S.?" Dean demanded.
"Angels Sulking Silently, Especially in Swamps?” she asked, then shrugged. “Eh. I don't think they exist."
Which is, naturally, when she felt like a steamroller came at her from a particularly dank grouping of trees just off to her right - and whatever it was, it smelled pretty dank, too.
Author’s Note #2: I should *NOT* have to say this, but here we are -
The samples/teasers above from upcoming parts BELONG TO ME; they are not ideas or concepts that are free for other authors to use, even if I NEVER USE THEM; I often toss people “freebies”, but I make it clear when I am fine with them taking a concept & running with it.
Author’s Note #3: Tangentially related: I am aware that maaaaany many many many others have done this cross-over. I have only scanned over two, myself, and was actually asked advice on one of them. As noted, the first part was intended as a one-shot spoof, but it grew.
None of the others [see above, RE: two] I’ve seen have tackled it the way I am/will be doing and, as I stated in Part One of this story, >40% is completely of my imagining, minus the re-creation of certain scenes in the novel/the movie.
This story began on 21 March 2017, so if you stumble upon a TPB/SPN cross-over story that was published prior to that date & has such stark similarities to mine that you think I should address it, please don’t hesitate to let me know.
* Removed old tag list for length’s sake! - Jan 2018
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underimagines · 7 years
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Let's talk about headcanons about Food
Now, Mod Sync here is a decent enough cook. Put a recipe in front of me and I’ll be able to cook almost anything, and I can cook some things from just memory. I was making omelettes and looking up recipes and I wondered “What about the Undertale cast? What do they eat outside the game?” So, here are some things I’ve thought up about the main four!
If anyone remembers the Anniversary Q&A that happened (oh, who am I kidding, of course you guys do), then we know some things about that already. HOWEVER, I’m only going to partially use this info here. These are headcanons after all, so I don’t have to quite follow canon. 
Now, if you wish to continue, I shall leave these under a Read more, because this is gonna get wordy and also for you guys who are avoiding food for whatever reason. Also will include some other AUs.
Undertale Cast
Sans, without a doubt, loves anything greasy and fried. Pub food in partcular; burgers and fries are his go-to faves obviously, but also cheese sticks, stuffed potato skins, fried pickled, and so on. Hot pockets and mini pizza bites become a staple in his diet once on the surface. Anything he can pop in the microwave real quick. Also, mac and cheese with all the ketchup.
On the healthier side of things; He’s also very fond of anything with a large amount of tomatoes. Tomato soup with grilled cheese, sun dried Tomato slices, and many, many Italian dishes, though Papyrus has to sort of make him eat it. Except V8 juice. That shit is nasty.
Cooking-wise, he’s decent. He can make a number of different quiche by heart, and anything simple. He’ll need a recipe for anything else, and if it get’s too complicated, he’ll opt-out. Too lazy for anything fancy, leave that to his bro.
Papyrus is head of the kitchen in the Bros’ house. Strangely (or not so much) though, he’s the opposite of Sans; Paps is perfectly capable of making beautiful, complex dishes you’d see at a five-star restaurant. He likes the challenge. He could easily make Boeuf Bourguignon, Coq Au Vin, Backed Alaska, Curry from scratch, etc. But, when it comes to simpler things like Spaghetti, he’s thrown off. In his head, it’s too simple, so he adds things that the recipe doesn’t call for, thinking it will be better like his more complex ones. But…. yeah, the things he adds aren’t always even edible in general.
At the same time, he’s very fond of simple dishes. His favorite food is Oatmeal, an extremely simple dish to make for most. He has a cheese sandwich and an apple for lunch. Maybe he likes these because they’re so hard for him to make, like complex dishes are to normal people. I’d garner that the quiche Sans makes was another thing Paps favored but couldn’t make, so Sans made it for him sometimes. 
Aside from Italian, Paps would like fruit salad or salads in general, yogurt parfaits, cheese omelettes; simple, healthy things. He hates greasy foods, but he’s not above taking candy from the Inn lady, so he’s definitely got at least an ‘All things in moderation’ mentality.
Undyne is an odd ball here. We know that, similar to Sans, she’s fond of greasy foods, a call noting that she likes Grillby’s cheese fries. She also has soda and hot chocolate as choices when you hang out with her. It’s not a far stretch to say Undyne likes junk food. However, as an apparent fitness nut -stemming from needing to stay strong as Captain of the Guard- I’m sure Undyne knows that too much junk food is bad for her. However, there is one thing I can garner off her personality and one particular physical trait of hers that can tell me about what she might eat: her teeth. 
Undyne’s teeth are pointed. Meaning her teeth are sharp. I would go as far as saying that if Undyne is any particular kind of fish, it’s a Piranha. And what do Piranha like? Meat. Undyne, without a doubt, would love meat and grilling. Anything at all. Fish, Chicken, Hotdogs, Veggies, Kabobs, anything she can stick on a grill. 
Seafood is another thing entirely. I’d think seafood is more on the side of comfort food for her. Clam chowder in particular. It stems from a headcanon of mine about Undyne’s family, I’ll talk about it later if you guys want. Sushi is definitely a thing she can get behind, though may take a bit for her to build up to Sashimi.
Tea was another thing in the choices at your hang out. It stemmed from her time while training with Asgore, and she keeps some around. I think she drinks it when she’s stressed. It helps her relax and think.
Alphys is another junk food lover, but only because she’s busy with other things and doesn’t have the time to cook. Cup Ramen is her go-to, but she’s got some other stuff stored away. Finger things she can eat with one hand and type with the other. On the surface, Undyne gets her to start eating grapes or trail mix instead. 
On actual cooked foods, she’s fond of anything hearty; stews and thick soups, stir-fry, and anything served in a skillet. Also, of course she’s into oriental food. The first time she tries REAL ramen, she’s in heaven. She loves noodle dishes and once again, soups. Oddly, she has an extremely high spice tolerance, easily popping whole habaneros an a snack. Undyne refuses to kiss her after she has been.
Alphys herself is fairly decent at cooking. She learns to make a number of Japanese dishes once on the surface; onigiri, bento boxes, and her own sushi and ramen.
(I haven’t come up with any more than the skelebros of other AUs at the moment. Might do another post at a later date about with other characters if it is wanted.)
Underfell Skelebros
Sans, again, loves greasy pub food. He loves anything with a kick too. Jalapeño bites and pepper jack cheese are a constant. He also loves foods with layers or can have lots of toppings; pizzas with everything on them, subs and hotdogs piled high, and obviously his bro’s lasagna. (Don’t let him near a Cincinnati three-way, you will never hear the end of all the perverse jokes if you do.) He’s also fond of Cajun and Creole cooking.
On actual food, one of the few leafy greens Papyrus can get Sans to eat that he likes are Mustard greens, so more often than not, Paps will sauté some up as a side to whatever he’s cooked to get Sans to eat something relatively healthy. Otherwise, it’s limited to whatever Paps can sneak into a dish. Strangely, Sans is also fond of Southern style Sweet tea, even though he doesn’t care for sweet things otherwise.
Sans is an ok cook, but prefers not to if he doesn’t have to. If it isn’t microwaveable, it better be simple, or he’s gonna need a lot of motivation to make anything with more than 4 steps.
Papyrus is a literal Master Chef. He’d put Gorden Ramsey to shame. Paps can take almost anything and make it taste good. It’s the reason Sans eats anything healthy at all. Unlike UT!Paps, he can actually cook simple things too. It’s something besides his strength that he prides himself in.
On his own diet, he does love his lasagna, but also anything you can make in a casserole dish. He’s not overly picky, aside from keeping his own food to a tolerable spice level unlike his brother, but he does favor things that can last for a while and be reheated. In a world like Underfell, sometimes there are days were it’s just not safe to go out, so having a lot of leftovers can be helpful when stuck inside. So casseroles, stews, anything that can sit in the fridge and not taste bad after a day or two.
On another note, he’s fond of breads and baked goods. He makes some hella good garlic bread, and always has dinner rolls or biscuits or whatever ready as a side. Just don’t tell Sans how much he loves Monkey Bread, it’s one of the extreme few things he indulges in.
Underswap Skelebros
Sans our little taco man. Yes, he loves Mexican food. No, it’s not the only thing he cooks. No, his food isn’t that bad. He has a tendency of burning things because he gets distracted, but he knows better than to put inedible things in his food. That doesn’t mean he doesn’t get a little… creative with his cooking, but at least they’re all things that are supposed to be edible.
Through his love of Mexican food, he has a decent spice tolerance, and, though Tacos are his fave, he’s very fond of rice dishes as well. And black bean soup. He makes some fine salsa and guacamole from scratch too.
On the other hand, he’s not really picky. He’ll try anything once. He’s pretty fond of most any beef and chicken dishes. Though Paps has forbidden him from straight sugar and coffee, Sans can wip up some damn good sweets, like Mexican brownies and chocolate filled Churros. At least that way, Paps won’t drink straight honey while still getting his sugar fix.
Papyrus, on the other hand, is practically a sugar addict. He loooooves everything sweet. Candy, pastries, ice cream, anything with sugar. He’s Muffet’s taste tester if she’s making something new. Aside from honey, he’s particularly fond of chocolate in general and fruit fillings.
On the normal food side, he’s not as fond of spicy things as Sans, so Sans usually holds back on Pap’s food when it comes to spice. He also isn’t fond of complicated dishes unless it’s sweets. He likes simple things; sandwiches, salads, rice, anything you can throw together real quick or pop in the microwave. It’s not that he won’t eat healthy, it’s just it tends to be disproportionate to the amount of sweets he eats.
This also shows in his cooking. If it isn’t simple, he’s gonna have trouble. He’s not bad, he just gets a little nervous and that can lead to being a little clumsy. He’d rather Sans do the cooking, or at least keep an eye on things if it’s something he needs a recipe for.
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just-jordie-things · 7 years
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Don’t Forget Me - Stiles Stilinski
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You and Stiles were a different kind of best friends.  Bestest friends, in fact.  Normal friends hang out on the weekends, get a look from a teacher when talking in class, and every once in a while, go to see a movie.  But no, that wasn’t you and Stiles.  Entire weekends were spent together, holed up in one of your rooms, and having a movie marathon.  Usually Marvel or Star Wars.  The night would be spent eating slice after slice of pizza, and draining bottles of soda.  Teachers did give you you looks, but would often drop a few profane words every time they caught you whispering and laughing in the back of the class.  Any movie that was out, no matter what it was, you and Stiles would go to.  Whether it was horror, animated, action, or even the most depressing of documentaries, you and Stiles made it your mission to go to it.  Buying a large bag of popcorn, drowning the kernels in butter to go with the film.
You met Stiles in the junior year.  Your family had moved to town a few days after the school year started, so you hadn’t gotten the time to walk through the school and learn your way around.  You were trying to quickly walk through the busy hall, looking rapidly between your papers, and the room numbers you were passing.  But of course, your inability to multitask to kicked in, and you crashed into someone.  A string of apologies instantly left your mouth, as you bent over to pick up all the things you’d just dropped.  But the person knelt down in front of you to help, and you looked up, meeting golden brown eyes.  He introduced himself as Stiles, and told you that he’d seen you in a few of his classes.  You’d blushed profusely, apologizing some more, and he laughed at you.  Then invited you to have lunch with some of his friends.
Stiles found out you were a kitsune by accident.  It had only been a month since you’d met, but in that few weeks, you’d grown attached by the hip.  It was a cold night when you had decided to have a movie night.  In the midst of you throwing blankets on the sofa to get ready, Stiles called saying that he was going to swing by some pizza place and bring dinner for the both of you.  You’d happily agreed and told him he could get any kind he wanted.  A few movies stacked and blankets folded later, there was a quick knock on the door.  You jumped up and ran to the doorway, opening it to reveal Stiles with three pizza boxes stacked in his arms, as well as two 2 liter bottles sitting on top of them.  You remember laughing as he stepped in, making some crack about how much he can eat.  But in all the movement, one of the bottles rolled off, falling to the floor.  And before thinking, you extended your hand, your telekinesis catching the soda mid air.  Stiles’ wide eyes bored into where his drink was surrounded by a blue aura.  That night, you’d done a lot of talking, and admitted a lot to each other.  You told him about how you were an atmospheric kitsune, and he’d told you about how some of your friends were supernaturals.  That was the first time you had a sleepover together.  The both of you talking through all your movies and pizza, and you’d crashed with your head on his shoulder.
From that moment on, no more secrets were kept between the two of you, and you went through everything together.  You were there for him when an evil deity possessed his body, and would often get calls at one am to calm him down from his nightmares.  He returned the favor when you lost Allison.  Sleepovers were a lot more often towards the end of your junior year.  The summer was peaceful.  But it all started up again in senior year.  Dread Doctors hunting you and the pack down, inserting memories and visions in your head, trying to take your powers.  You were trapped in their lab for days before Scott and Stiles found you and rescued you.  You didn’t leave his sight for a week and a half after that.
You were with him when the ghost riders took him.  He’d found you in the school, desperately sputtering nonsense and begging you to tell him you knew who he was.  He’d then tried to get you to get far away from him, as not to get you in harms way, but you’d shook your head and stood your ground on staying with him.  He’d taken you to the jeep, and you were holding his arms in your hands so tightly that your knuckles were white.  You cried and sobbed and pleaded with him to stay, and he just softly combed his fingers through your hair, down your cheeks.  He straightened out your clothes, fingers brushing the locket he’d given you for your last birthday.  A soft smile graced his lips as your watery eyes met his.  Just don’t forget me, I know you’ll remember.
You went through four months of utter torment and agony.  Four months.  You couldn’t bare to go through a day, or an hour, without him in your life.  You couldn’t talk to the pack, not without bursting into hysterics.  You couldn’t drive to school, you and Stiles always drove together.  You walked, everyday.  And everyday, you came late.  You steered clear of the library, it being yours and Stiles’ place of work.  You skipped any classes that you’d had with him.  You couldn’t sit in there in silence.  You’d gone to the cafeteria for lunch, but only twice.  The first time, you lost your mind five minutes in, the empty seat next to you driving you crazy.  The second time, Scott had asked you to come, saying how it hurt him just as much, but without you too made it more difficult.  You lasted ten minutes that time.  Six of them having been you waiting in line for food, and two of them when you were sat at the table.
Your heart had never pounded so hard in your chest when you saw him, his back turned, not far, just down the hall, thirty feet away.  Your knees almost gave out at the sight, but you screamed his name and sprinted towards him.  He’d whipped around, and he almost burst out laughing and crying at the same time, before catching you in his arms as you jumped into him.  You cried and mumbled things, arms wrapping tight around his neck, his arms linked around your waist as he spun you around and around.  Eventually, your grasp only grew tighter on one another, and you were lowered to the ground, too weak to stand, and him too much to hold you up in the air.  You knelt on the floor, and his hands ran all over your back.  Circles moving all over your back and your neck, tangling in your hair, it was like he was mapping out anything he could.  Too worried if he didn’t now, he’d never remember what you felt like.  “I missed you, I missed you so much” He pressed a kiss to your forehead, and another one to your cheek.
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You were sitting on Stiles’ bed, the both of you with your backs on the headboard.  There was a movie playing, an Iron Man one you think, you couldn’t really remember.  It had been a month since you’d gotten him back.  And it was difficult to find either one of you alone these days.  He even followed you into the girls’ bathroom once, earning a slap across the cheek from Lydia.  You looked up at him now, and moved over slightly, leaning your head onto his chest.
“You okay there princess?” He murmured, an arm wrapping around your back pulling you further into him.  You nodded softly, closing your eyes.
“Mhm” It was quiet for a few seconds, and you laid your hand on his shirt.  Stiles looked down at you, eyes following your movements.  “Will you tell me stories?” You asked him.
“Yeah okay” Stiles said, smiling now.  You smiled too, rolling onto your stomach, folding your arms on his chest, and putting your chin on top.
You grinned and giggled as he told you things from the past.  Little things, from before he met you.  You often did this, you liked to hear about what his life was like before supernatural disasters.  Although you had heard of a few in sophomore year, but nothing as serious as you’d recently faced.  He told you about how he had a buzz cut, and once almost had to cut off Derek’s arm.
“Derek Hale?” You asked in shock, brows raising.
“Yep” Stiles popped his lips.  “Stupid Scott was too busy at Allison’s to get that bullet over” He chuckled, the sound reverberating through his chest and onto your skin, making you feel warm.  “Hales gotta knack for hating me” He added, making you giggle as well.  “I mean, Derek took to Allison more than me, at least my family never burned down their house!” You laughed again, this time setting your forehead on his stomach as you shook slightly with giggles.  Stiles looked at you, watching you smile and giggle, your twinkling eyes looking up and finding his on you.
“What?” You asked, laughter dying down as you caught his stare.
“Nothing I just..” He trailed off, eyes searching in yours.  “I don’t want to forget what you look like” You smiled softly back at him.
“Don’t worry Stiles, neither of us are going anywhere, alright?” His brow furrowed a little.
“College?” You wiggled up closer, your elbow propped between his arm and side, holding up your chin, mere inches from his face.
“Not an issue right now, is it?” You asked quietly.  Stiles pursed his lips and shook his head.  “Is this about the ghost riders?” You whispered, much more quieter now.
“Yeah...yeah” He replied one of his hands coming up to twirl in your hair , tucking a strand behind your ear.  “Just kinda puts some things into perspective” He said, eyes meeting yours again.  You nod, biting the inside of your cheek. 
“Yeah it does doesn’t it” You agreed.
You hadn’t talked about it, not in the month that he’s been back.  You figured he just wanted things to be as normal as possible, and it mostly has.  But it seemed that the past and the emotions had caught up with him.
“y/n..” He sighed your name, and you felt a long talk coming.  “I missed you, a lot, a really lot” A sad smile pulled on your lips.
“I missed you too” You said, setting your hand against his jaw.  “Scott made me go to school” You added under your breath.  “It sucked... counselor tried to put me on antidepressants” His brows raised in shock, and you slowly laid down on your side, almost curling up but he laid down  too.  His eyes never left you when his hand reached out to intertwine your fingers together.  A few tears pricked in your eyes.  “Damn it Stilinski you’re making me feel” You mumbled, wiping your eyes with the sleeve of your hand.
“Sorry that you have feelings” Stiles said, rolling his eyes.  But you sniffled now and he could see it was difficult for you to keep your eyes dry.  “Hey... hey I’m sorry, I’m sorry this is why I didn’t want to bring it up” He said quietly, hand rubbing your arm.  “I’m sorry, come here” He murmured, wrapping both arms around you, pulling you closer.  Your hands laid on his chest, as well as your forehead.  His chin set on the top of your head as he whispered quietly as you cried.
All the pain you’d previously felt rose again, but this time, it wasn’t pure torture.  It was closure.
“It’s okay... it’s okay I’m here now” He said, bringing his lips to your forehead, and kissing you between whispers of reassurance.  “I’m not going to leave again, I know that, you know that, we’re safe, I promise, I promise I’m not going to leave you again” You sniffled, hands now grasping the material of his shirt in fists.
“I love you” You said weakly, unable to look at him.  In fact, your eyes were shut tightly, and your face was buried against him.  Stiles smiled, leaving a longer kiss on your head, before cupping your cheeks and pulling you back from him slightly.  His thumbs brushed away the remnants of tears on your cheeks, and he smiled a little smile at you.
“I love you too, princess” He said, and pulled your lips up to his in a long awaited kiss.  Again your eyes squeezed shut, as though you were going to wake up in bed, and realize he was still gone.  Again.  “It’s real” Stiles mumbled against your lips, before kissing you again.  “I promise” A cross between a laugh and a cry left your lips, and you brought your hands up to pull him closer by the back of his neck.  When you broke apart for air, you smiled before opening your eyes.  Flicking from Stiles’ lips, up to his own eyes.  His own smile on his face, he pushed your hair back again.  “I’m sorry I didn’t tell you sooner” You nodded.
“Me too”
“Back to no secrets?” He held out his pinky, and you linked yours with his.
“Back to no secrets” You agreed.
You fell asleep with Stiles that night, wrapped up in his arms, feeling warm, safe, and at home.  You felt like there was no weight on your shoulders, and life was looking forward.  There was only a few weeks left of your senior year, but they’d be a breeze.  Your mind wandered off to what Stiles had said earlier, about college.  You knew he’d gotten into Berkeley, and your heart thumped excitedly as you drifted off to sleep.
Because you did too.
xoxo ~Jordie
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marrishzone · 7 years
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Title: False Alarm
@staliasfated requested: Fire alarm goes off in the dorms and Lydia is in the shower when it happens. So she has to evacuate the building in just her towel. So Jordan gives her his jacket or something. To try and keep her warm.
@lyssanicolerayne added: Bonus if he is the RA
Additional Characters: Malia, Kira
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It was 9 pm and she was ready to get to bed earlier than usual. She was lathering her hair with shampoo, just like she did every night when she got into the shower. Hot water streamed along her body. The feel of it was rather intoxicating to her. At least, it was intoxicating until she was interrupted by the sound of ringing outside of the bathroom. She couldn’t tell exactly what it was, and honestly she didn’t care. All she wanted to think about was the water currently hitting her face.
Bang, bang, bang.
“Come on, Lydia!” Her roommate, Malia, continued to pound on the door until she received some response. In this case, it was Lydia’s groaning. “That’s the fire alarm. Do you really want some stuffy old firefighter walking in on you?”
“Malia, seriously?” She laughed dryly. “I literally roamed around Beacon Hills completely naked with nothing but leaves in my messy hair. I think I can handle a couple of firefighters.”
“Okay, let’s try this again.” Malia sighed. “If you don’t get your ass out of the shower right now I’m coming in and dragging you outside myself.”
“Aw Malia.” She couldn’t help the laugh that slipped from her lips. “I don’t think your coyote can handle my banshee, but nice try.”
“Wanna bet?” As if Lydia could actually see it, Malia let her eyes glow blue.
Lydia turned the water off, laughing. She didn’t have to see Malia in order to know what she was doing. Malia’s eyes had a tendency to glow when she got riled up, excited, or even when she had a point to make.
“Hurry up! There was a gas leak.” Malia groaned. “They’ve been coming back every 2 minutes and if they bang on this door one more time I might lose it.”
Lydia stepped out of the shower and wrapped her large towel around her body and sliding her slippers on before leaving the bathroom.
“Just for the record,” Lydia passed by Malia. “I’m only getting out for the simple reason that I’d rather not kill everybody in the building with my extreme scream. And…you exposing us to the fire department wouldn’t be good for anybody in this building.” It was true. Every person in their dorm was supernatural.
“Sure,” Malia smirked as Lydia headed toward her small closet. “No, Lydia. There’s no time. They’ll be back any second now, still threatening to break this door in. Do you realize how much they’ll charge us for a broken door at this stupid school? No thank you. Let’s go.”
Malia opened the front door. They walked the empty halls together in silence. It wasn’t until they got outside and the cool breeze hit Lydia that she regretted not having any clothes on. She shivered, her hands tightening against the towel. Lydia wasn’t actually thinking about the fact that it would be freezing outside. If she’d considered it, there was no way she wouldn’t have thrown actual clothes on as Malia scolded her to hurry up.
“Lydia! What are you wearing?” Lydia hadn’t noticed Kira standing there until she spoke. Kira crossed her arms, frowning at her. “It’s only 57 degrees tonight!”
“Y-you don’t have t-to tell me th-that.” Lydia tried to think warm thoughts. Cookies fresh out of the oven. A fort composed of blankets, much like the one she’d build for the nights she had to babysit her younger sister. The summer sun in California. Drinking hot chocolate in front of the fireplace. Nothing seemed to be working though. Lydia didn’t want to speak. All she wanted was to be warm. “Y-you’re only m-m-making it w-worse.”
“Sorry,” a tinge of sympathy in Kira’s smile.
“Lydia?” A familiar voice called from behind her. Lydia didn’t have to see his face in order to know it was her RA. She’d been crushing on him the entire month she lived on campus this semester.
“J-Jordan!” Lydia turned to face him, careful not to let her numb fingers drop the towel. “F-fancy meeting you h-here.”
Jordan tried not to laugh. It was hard to take her so seriously when she couldn’t form a complete sentence without her teeth clattering. Her cheeks were pink, what he assumed was purely because of the weather.
“Come here,” he smiled. Jordan shrugged his arms out of his thick black coat. Lydia began to protest. She didn’t want him to be cold just because she chose the wrong time to take a long shower. He shook his head. Jordan stepped forward, wrapping Lydia up in his jacket. His arms wrapped around Lydia, hugging her to him attempting to give her a little extra warmth. “You need this way more than I do.”
Lydia nodded, smiling more to herself than at him. His body was unusually warm, even with the weather being so cold. She didn’t care though. Lydia would take heat in any form she could get it. The fact that Jordan had his arms wrapped around Lydia didn’t hurt either. She just wished it was under other circumstances. The one positive thing she would take from this encounter was now she knew for a fact that he had a good heart. She’d always assumed it was the case because she couldn’t think of a time when he lost his cool and he was always around when somebody needed him. Now, she knew without a doubt that this was a guy she wanted to keep around.
Jordan felt Lydia shiver in his arms. He wished he could do something, anything, to help her. The fire department was still inspecting the dorms though, so Jordan couldn’t take Lydia back to her room just yet. Then it hit him.
“What do you say we get out of here?” Jordan glanced down at the girl he had in his arms. He’d always been afraid of talking to Lydia. For the first time in his two years working for the housing department he liked a student he was responsible for. Were RAs even allowed to have romantic relationships with their residents? He was pretty sure just the thought of dating one would get him into trouble. Even more than that, he was afraid of hurting her. Like Lydia and Malia, he had supernatural powers. Jordan didn’t know about theirs, but he was pretty sure Lydia was supposed to be afraid of getting so close to a hellhound. He had to tread carefully in these potentially dangerous waters.
“I’m not exactly dressed for taking a walk, Jordan.” She was glad her teeth finally stopped clattering. The last thing she wanted was to sound nervous. Lydia Martin didn’t get nervous. It wasn’t in her nature. At least not that she knew of.
“I was thinking more like…” Jordan was reconsidering whether it was a good idea to just run off with Lydia. “You can enjoy the heat from my car. I’m parked just right here.” Jordan gestured to the red car less than five feet away from where they stood.
“I could use more heat, not that your body isn’t hot enough.” Lydia immediately wished she could take back those words which held a double meaning. She never wanted Jordan to know she liked him. Being a banshee in college was complicated enough. She didn’t want to date her RA too. “I mean, not that I’ve—Your body is really warm in this cold weather.”
If only she’d realized sooner that he didn’t think anything of her comment about his body being hot. Now that she’d altered her original statement, he had to figure out why she thought it was bad enough she had to change it. It didn’t take much thinking to realize what was happening. A big smile spread across his face. He didn’t say anything about what she’d said, just guided her toward his car and started the engine with the remote on his key. Behind them, Kira smiled at Malia. They high-fived as soon as Lydia and Jordan were out of hearing distance.
Lydia thanked Jordan as he opened the passenger’s side door for her and closed it once she was inside. He jogged over to his own door, sliding in the seat as quickly as possible. The only thing Jordan liked about being a hellhound was that, as Lydia noticed, it was rare that he got cold. Jordan turned the car on, and switched the heat as high as it could possibly go. It didn’t take long for the temperature inside the car to warm up since Jordan had only just turned it off before seeing Lydia and all the other residents of his building standing outside. He had a late class off campus, which for once wasn’t all that bad considering how quickly the car’s airflow took to heat up. Lydia rubbed her hands together in front of the vent and smiled over at her RA. Jordan reversed out of the parking lot and drove seemingly aimlessly. She noticed he seemed deep in thought, so she had to ask.
“What is it?” Lydia rested her head against the leather headrest behind her. She may not have known Jordan very well, but she knew him well enough to recognize the hesitance in his eyes. She’d seen it all semester and all night. “And don’t say ‘it’s nothing’ because you already know I’m not going to believe that.”
Jordan chuckled, more to himself than anything else. He didn’t realize she ever paid enough attention to him to know what he was thinking. He nodded and looked up at her, a smile still on his lips.
“Are you hungry?” Jordan tried to stop himself, but honestly he didn’t want to anymore. Lydia being practically naked was just another reason why he was regretting his timing. “There’s this… really great pizza place just around the corner. We can wait out the fire department with the best, cheesiest off-campus pizza you could ever wish for.”
“Uh, yeah.” Lydia wasn’t really all that hungry, but she wasn’t about to pass this opportunity up. “I could eat.”
Jordan nodded. He didn’t want to smile too much or too little, but he was certain that he’d already shown enough affection for one night. It was still hard to contain though, at least when he was with Lydia anyway.
Neither of them said anything for the next couple of minutes. Jordan was overthinking everything he could possibly say without directly letting Lydia know how he felt about her. And Lydia? Well, she was simply taking comfort in the fact that she was finally warm again. It helped that she trusted the guy she was with and she could just enjoy the ride.  
Before Lydia knew it, they were pulling into a mildly lit parking lot.  Jordan promised to hurry back and sprinted into the pizzeria. Sure enough, he returned almost as quickly as he’d left. Settling into his seat, he flashed his pearly whites at the girl next to him. If he said he didn’t think of her in those few minutes he was away he would’ve been lying.
“So we’ve got cheese for me…” Jordan looked down as he opened the medium pizza box. “…and pepperoni for you.”
“Perfect!” Lydia took in the enticing aroma. The smell alone proved she was actually hungrier than she thought. Lydia tore a slice from the pie. Tasting her first bite, she held back the appreciative moan on the tip of her tongue. Jordan took a bite of his own cheesy slice only to look up and notice Lydia smiling at him.
“What?” He chuckled. Every time he thought the night couldn’t get any better, Lydia smiled at him and gave him a sensation he never imagined for himself. The simplest gestures from her were more than enough to send his heart into overdrive, though she didn’t even have to try. “What is it?”
“Nothing,” her smile somehow managed to grow wider. “It’s just… you’re so amazing, Jordan.”
“Thanks,” he relaxed. “But honestly I’m not that gr—“
“Of course you are.” Lydia’s eyes searched Jordan’s. “Honestly I’m having a hard time believing you’re a real person. You’ve always had this mysterious vibe emitting from you, yet you’re like a total teddy bear. And you put everyone else before yourself. You don’t even see it, do you? There’s something about you I can’t quite put my finger on, but I like it. I wonder… At the end of the day, who’s the one putting you first? Who do you turn to when you just need somebody by your side? When you simply want to have someone there?”
Jordan didn’t respond, just tried to process Lydia’s words. They were legit questions. Even he couldn’t remember the last time he had someone he genuinely wanted by his side. He couldn’t remember a time he knew for certain that the people he’d surrounded himself with were unconditionally his. The lingering silence was confirmation enough for Lydia.
“You deserve someone…” Lydia shrugged her shoulder. “…incredible.”
“I don’t need anybody.” Jordan shook his head, his smile slowly returning. With Lydia by his side, what else did he need in that very moment? The moment wasn’t guaranteed to last forever, but he was content with whatever he could get. “I’ve got everything already.”
“But what do you want?”
“I…”
“You… what?” Lydia was pretty sure she knew what Jordan wanted. She glanced at Jordan’s lips just long enough for realization to strike him.
Jordan hesitated. This was it. The time for him to decide if he would break his rule about dating a resident had actually presented itself. On the one hand, he could stick with what was comfortable and not worry about potentially getting in trouble for dating her. On the other hand, he was happy every time he was fortunate enough to be with Lydia. It was only a fraction of how much more awesome life would be with Lydia as Jordan’s girlfriend.
Lydia leaned in closer to Jordan, making the next move. Her lips were getting closer and closer to Jordan’s, but she wouldn’t do any more than that. If he wanted this, she decided, Jordan would have to kiss her without any more help. He understood the moment she stopped leaning in that whatever happened from that moment on was all his decision. Jordan closed the small gap between their lips. There was no way he would risk letting Lydia slip away just yet. His hand tangled through Lydia’s still damp hair. Lydia’s hands found Jordan’s chest, travelling up to the back of his neck. She felt Jordan smile into her lips. She ran her fingers through his brown hair causing once neat style to fall out of place.
There were two short knocks on Jordan’s window. They reluctantly stopped in their tracks. Neither of them wanted to pull away, but the knocking continued. Jordan willed himself to pull away from Lydia. He looked out the window, finding the sheriff bent over with an expectant look plastered on his face.  Jordan rolled the window down.
“Hey kids,” he smiled. “I know it’s date night, or whatever, but please take it somewhere else. You don’t have to go home, but this parking is for customers and I have nowhere else to park so…”
“Oh, uh…” Jordan cleared his throat and glanced over at Lydia. “S-sure, sheriff.”
Lydia stifled a laugh. It was the first time a cop had ever interrupted her. Honestly, she wasn’t embarrassed by it. Jordan couldn’t say the same though. The last thing he ever wanted was for his boss to have to break up his make out session with the one girl he never thought he’d actually kiss.
“Oh, and son?”
“Sheriff?”
“Don’t stay out too late. You have an early shift in the morning.” With that, the sheriff walked away amused.
“Right…” Jordan rolled the window back up and started driving back to campus. He received a few soft smiles from Lydia on the way back.
Jordan walked through the suddenly busy halls with Lydia by his side. He’d never imagined actually spending this much time with Lydia, but it happened. It was an amazing night, and it was all because of the fire department choosing the wrong time to show up and evacuate the building.
“So this is it,” Jordan glanced down at Lydia. The two came to a stop as they reached Lydia’s suite. She didn’t realize they got there so soon.
“Yeah, I guess so.” Lydia bit down on her bottom lip. “Uh, see you around Jordan.”
He nodded, hugging Lydia. “See ya.” He reluctantly let go of her and began to walk away.
“Hey Jordan?” Lydia called after him. He turned around. “I’ll get this—“ gestured to Jordan’s jacket. “—back to you after I can actually get dressed.”
“It’s alright,” he laughed. “Keep it. It looks good on you.” Jordan couldn’t believe it was so easy to let those words come out of his mouth.
“Jordan?” It was Lydia’s turn to smile. “Call me.”
Jordan nodded as his back hit the wall, right next to his room. Lydia opened the door to her suite, her gaze still locked onto Jordan’s. She didn’t have her key, but her suitemates always left the door unlocked for her. Lydia backed into her suite as she waved Jordan off. He watched as she disappeared.
Lydia heard laughter coming from Kira’s room, so she followed the noise. Before she could speak up, she couldn’t believe what she heard.”
“I still can’t believe it worked!” Kira sighed. “I am a genius. I mean it was a matter of theory at first, but now we know for sure.”
Lydia stayed silent, refusing to let them know she was listening. She needed to know what it was Kira did, so she could use it as leverage later.
“Yeah, I mean I wouldn’t go so far as to say ‘genius’ but it was a good plan.” Malia was scrolling through her phone. “I mean I thought you were going to get us kicked out, but still.”
“Come on!” Kira threw a pillow at Malia. “We made such a good team! You took out the fire alarms, so obviously you were on board with this on some level.”
“Yeah, well, somebody had to. You were using your powers to take out the sprinklers. You couldn’t have all the fun.”
“Did you see how shocked he was? When he saw Lydia in nothing but a towel?” Kira squeaked unable to contain her excitement. “I knew he liked her!”
“I’m pretty sure we all saw, yeah.”
“Fuck you guys,” Lydia showed herself and glared at them. “I was freezing out there because you wanted to play matchmaker?”
“Well,” Kira attempted to hold her laughter. “When you say it like that it seems like there was a better, more fun option. But if it makes you feel any better, I did feel bad.”
Lydia walked off, letting her bedroom door slam behind her.
Suddenly she realized she didn’t kiss Jordan goodnight, immediately wishing she had. Lydia groaned just as there was a knock on her door. She opened it, ready to sass her roommates if they did anything more to deserve it. Neither Malia nor Kira appeared in her doorway. Instead, the boy she’d just left in the hall stood before her.
“Hey.” A smile painted on her face.
“Hey,” his face matching hers. “You forgot something.”
Before she could ask what, Jordan cupped his hands around Lydia’s face and found her lips again. Softly, he kissed her for the last time that night.
“I don’t know what I did to pull you in,” Jordan whispered. “But I couldn’t walk away tonight without saying a proper goodnight.”
“Goodnight, Jordan.” Lydia grinned up at him. This was one night she wouldn’t ever forget. Despite nearly being frozen, Lydia had an amazing night. It was all thanks to the time she got to spend with Jordan.
“Goodnight, Lydia.” He nodded. “I’ll see you tomorrow.”
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