Summary: You end up spilling to both Tony and your dad that Peter is taking you to Homecoming.
Words: 2 540
A/N: This is a shitty filler why the fuck do I do this
She felt the elevator slow down at the floor which Friday had guided her to, to Tony’s, personal, workshop where her dad said he would be for the day. She had thought the day meant something like mine to five, but he had missed both lunch and dinner and she was starting to wonder what was going on.
The door opened with a ding which alerted Bruce further inside the room where he had hunched over a table with half a dozen screens surrounding him and just as many, printed out, blueprints sprawled before him. His eyes were slightly bloodshot from how tired he was, the stubble on his neck seeming darker in the dim room and making him seem even more worn out than he perhaps was.
“There you are.” Y/N sauntered towards him, watching as he removed his glasses to rub his eyes with a tired groan. Her eyes diverted to the side of the table where there was a clearing in the mess of instruments and materials where the remains of takeout food unsafely created a change in the pattern of chemical compounds and other hazardous substances. “Working overtime, I see.”
“I’m so sorry, kid. I’m trying to work on a new type of fuel for all of Tony’s, god damned, aircrafts, but it either flames up in a quarter of a second or it doesn’t burn at all. I’ve been mixing different formulas all day.”
She looked around the table, almost taking a step forward to attempt and help, but creating fuel was far from her level of competence. That, and chemical science was a field she had barely had the chance to explore. She wouldn’t know where to start if she was to help him.
“I still don’t think putting your food next to…” She grabbed a clear bottle filled with a translucent liquid and flipped it around to read the label. “Sulfuric acid? You’re really begging to get your throat melted.”
“I…” He began, realizing how reckless he had been in his own workspace and how his daughter, who was not even a third of his age, had better, common, sense than he did. “Oh god… I can practically feel all these formulas frying my brain.”
“Of course!” She let in a sharp breath, crossing her arms nonchalantly and hinting a smug smile. “I thought I smelled barbecue when I got in here.”
Bruce chuckled, looking at his daughter as she gave in to her act and laughed loudly. She was like a flower, little at first but growing until finally sprouting and showing her true self. Bruce could sense they had reached that moment. She was herself. After so many years of living with her mom that made her into someone completely else, she was herself at last.
“Since I know you so well, and I know you don’t want to stop working on this despite that you should, let me accompany you at least?” Y/N requested and pulled her dad from his thoughts. He kept his smile, nodding slightly.
“Of course.” He accepted and on cue Y/N walked over to the side of the room to retrieve a stool which she then brought back. She sat down and Bruce began to get back to his latest batch of fuel. “How was your day? You and T'Challa seemed to get along well this morning?”
She grabbed the fast food box and opened it up as he had clearly left it, finding a few sushi rolls and some other, Japanese, dish for her to devour. “Yeah, we met at dinner too. He’s kind, very understanding, and doesn’t really treat me like a kid like a lot of people do. He’s pretty cool.”
“He definitely is more disciplined than the rest of us.”
“That, I’ll have to agree with.” She mumbled as she spoke with a California roll in her mouth. She recalled hers and T'Challa’s conversation from the morning and her mind slowly played forward until she remembered Peter and her body froze in the presence of her father. She had never gone to a school dance of any kind and if she would hypothetically gone, she wouldn’t have gone with a date. She had never talked to her mom about anything of that genre and talking to Bruce about it would be even worse than what it could have been like with her mom.
“Y/N?” Bruce asked as she had gone silent and her eyes were staring emptily before her.
“Ehm…” She swallowed the sushi with a loud gulp, her mind reeling between telling him about her date to the homecoming or if she would keep it a secret. After realizing that the odds of being caught leaving the Avengers Tower in a homecoming dress at the time where she would have to leave was nearing ninety eighth percent, she gave up. “Hey, dad… So, homecoming is next week.”
Bruce parted his lips for a moment, eyes widening slightly. “Okay.”
“And, I’m actually going this time.”
“And I might have a date…” She felt her heart skip a beat, her limbs almost feeling numb.
Bruce swallowed harshly. “Right…”
“And…” Y/N said in a shaky voice, wanting nothing but to rewind time and shut herself up. “That date might be Peter…”
“You and spidey-boy are going to homecoming together? Aw, they grow up so fast.” Tony stood in the room from out of the blue, his sudden presence causing Y/N to jump out of surprise. Her cheeks began to grow flaming hot and her heart was going like a wild drum inside her chest. She didn’t doubt that Bruce and Tony could see it.
“That’s…” Bruce began, still trying to process what Y/N had just said. “That’s okay, I guess. Peter’s a good kid. He’s Spider-Man, which I would have much rather seen your date was not, but he’s good.”
“Of course the two of you’re going!” Tony exclaimed like he had much say in the matter. “I’ll drive you up to the entrance in the red-”
“That, won’t, be necessary…” Y/N interrupted him, dragging out the pauses in between the words. “I really don’t want to make this into a big deal.”
“Oh nonsense! This is a big deal. I’m calling Pepper to set you up with a tailor for a fitting. She’ll gladly help you with accessories too, I’m sure. Any chance to shop with another woman is a chance taken with her. You’ll be in a good hands-”
“Tony.” Her voice was loud, but she was still only speaking. Nevertheless was it enough to cause Tony to shut up and to really get the attention of both the men before her. She had never taken tone like that, not once in her entire life. “I mean it. No big deal.”
She and Tony looked at each other and Tony was the first one to break, diverting his eyes to the floor for a moment. “Alright, you got it, but I would really like for you to at least talk to Pepper. It doesn’t have to be a big deal, but you need a dress nonetheless. Might as well get it with Pepper.”
She kept looking at him, once again surprised by him but not startled like before. His voice was sincere, holding a trace of regret and making him almost apologize without actually saying he was sorry. “Okay… Maybe it was time I meet her anyway?” She questioned even though she had barely had chance to speak to those on the already, large, team. She concluded there was no correct order to get to know them all and would have to simply handle things as they came.
“I’ll give her a call and see when she can meet you.” Tony flashed a short and tight smile, feeling bad from having crossed the line with her. All he wanted was to get on her good side, treat her rightfully with her past in mind, and fill whatever disliked and unexplainable void he had from not having a child of his own. “I just came here to order your old man here to drop this all for now. You need a break, Banner.”
“I’ll have to agree with that.” She admitted, turning towards her dad along with Tony.
“Fine. I’ll get back in the morning then.” Bruce gave in and straightened his back, stretching his arms up to his head and wincing at how stiff his neck and shoulders were. “What time is it?”
“Five past nine.” Y/N answered, glimpsing down at the watch around her wrist.
“Really?” Bruce furrowed his eyebrows, catching a glimpse of his own watch as he lowered his arm which he had completely forgotten, seeing the time for himself. “I would have guessed six, seven, maybe.”
“You missed dinner, and you really missed it. I hired the chef from my favorite Indian place. Of course, that place is in India.”
“Of course it is.” Y/N rolled her eyes with a hopeless smile as she started making her way outside, her casual tone yet another sign that she was starting to ease in to her new life to both Tony’s and Bruce’s joy. “Well, I’m heading downstairs to my workshop.”
“The equipment order arrives on Monday. You can always head up here if you need to borrow anything until then, as long as you return it.” Tony called to her as she was by the elevator.
“I’ll make do with what I have, thanks.” She smiled back at him as she stepped inside the elevator, waving towards her dad just before the doors could close. She pressed the floor of her workshop and leaned against the elevator wall, letting out a shaky breath from having told that she and Peter would go to homecoming together. She had never had friends, and if someone had told her only a few days prior that she would go to homecoming with a boy she had barely talked to, she would have told them they were insane. She had never gone to a dance of any kind, let alone had a date. A hollow feeling erupted in her stomach every time she thought about it, and she thought about it a lot. How couldn’t she? It was the most exciting, non-scientific or technical related, thing that had ever happened in her life.
The doors opened up and she turned left out into the hallway but could barely take a step before she nearly collided with someone. She looked up just in time and put her hands in front of herself, bouncing of the person like she had walked into a brick wall. She looked up at Thor who seemed just as surprised as she did by their sudden meeting.
“I’m sorry, Miss Banner. I wasn’t looking.” He apologized, placing his hands on each of her shoulders to steady her before taking a step back. “Are you alright?”
She pushed back her anxiousness of speaking to someone new and the fact that she was speaking to a literal god, letting her smile return. “I’m fine. I didn’t really look where I was going either. I’d ask you if you’re fine as well, but my guess is it takes a lot more than a teenage girl bumping into you to actually hurt you.”
Thor laughed, not too loud but still clearly, already liking the young woman he hadn’t gotten the chance to know. “I would say you need quite a lot more. Maybe if you were twice as big, wielded some kind of weapon, had large teeth… Maybe then I would be worried of bumping into you.”
“I’ll see what I can do.” She let out an airy huff and pulled her lips between her teeth to settle her wide smile.
“We haven’t gotten the chance to talk since you came here. I hope you find this tower to your liking?” Thor said whilst gesturing around them and towards the windows showing nighttime Manhattan it it’s full, glory.
“It’s everything I could have ever dreamt of and more. I love it here.”
“Wish I liked it as much as you do. It’s dull, in my opinion. Where are the grand halls? The golden decor?”
“I assume you have both of those in Asgard, then?”
“That and so much more. I’ll take you some time and show you what a real palace looks like.”
She swallowed dryly. Even if Thor had said what he had just for the sake of the conversation, the fact that the god of thunder had offered to take her with him to Asgard, a kingdom in a realm beyond her very comprehension, was enough to knock the words out of her for a few moments.
“I heard you and the Spider go to the same school?” Thor changed the subject, not bothering to call Peter by his name.
“Ehh, yes, we do. We have plenty of classes together and go to the same, voluntary class after school hours.” She confirmed and nodded her head. “We didn’t really talk to one another until I moved in here.”
“Talk to who?” Steve appeared, smiling between Y/N and Thor he had last seen at dinner a couple of hours earlier.
“The Spiderling.” Thor answered, turning his body slightly to the side to invite Steve in the conversation.
“Oh right, you attend the same school. I almost forgot that.” Steve recalled the night Y/N had first came to the tower and more specifically the realization between Y/N and Peter. “What do you two have planned for tonight? Talking in the middle of the hallway seems a little odd.”
“We bumped into one another.” Thor explained, keeping it short yet clear.
“I was just on my way to my workshop. I’m going to try and organize a bit and inventory everything, if I can.”
“I was looking for a drink. Care to join me?” Thor turned towards Steve with a hopeful smile that he would have some drinking company.
“Sorry, my friend, not today. I’m leaving tomorrow morning at seven and I want to arrive well rested.”
“Where are you going?” Y/N questioned, hears heating up as she realized how disappointed her tone had been.
“The new facility up state. I’ll be back on Wednesday again.” Steve assured, sensing that Y/N didn’t particularly like one of the few persons she had spoken to, to leave. “Hopefully this place will still be standing once I get back.”
Y/N stared at him, unable to tell which level of seriousness his words held. “Is- is that a legitimate concern you have?” She asked intimidatingly.
“Knowing the Avengers, anything and everything can happen in the blink of an eye, but no, I’m not worried, so you can sleep soundly whilst I’m away.” Steve smiled, winking jokingly at her.
“Excuse me.” Thor parted as he had caught sight of Clint further away heading towards the lounge and the bar, hurrying to catch up to him.
“Well alright, I’ll see you on Wednesday.” Steve turned back to Y/N. “You take care of yourself now, Banner. Make use of that workshop of yours.”
She followed him with her eyes as he too walked down the hallway, leaving her alone.
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Katniss pulled her car along the curb in front of the newly renovated building and huffed as she put it in park. She was still fuming over the fact she had to come out here and review a coffee shop. A real coffee shop, not some place that sold coffee along with exquisite food, no a coffee shop. Katniss was a food critic, a damn good one, not a coffee critic; but her editor told her she owed one of the owners a favor so now Katniss was the one spending her afternoon at The Cornucopia Coffee Shop instead of trying to work on her pitch to Travel Panem.
He looked up at Diggle’s final shout of his name. “What?”
“The doctors need to look at her, you’re going to have to
let her go.” His best friend pointed to the woman in his arms. Felicity was the
only one who had sustained serious injury in their escape from the explosions
on Lian Yu, sacrificing her own safety to get everyone off the island in time
on the broken plane’s emergency lift rafts. They had managed to get some
antibiotics in her to prevent septic shock, but she still was so pale and had
not regained consciousness.
Oliver had carried her the whole trip off the island and to
the ARGUS medical center, but now that they were here, he did not want to hand
“I’m not sure I can,” he told John, almost pleadingly. His
best friend seemed to understand, and convinced the medical team to let Oliver
carry Felicity to the triage room and take his time laying her on the bed.
So this one goes out to @carey-pricemas cause JVR is the love of her life, but I hope everyone likes it as much as I liked writing it! Feel free to request more JVR or anything :)
Word Count: 1,321
Another summer day, another barbecue with your family. This time you were happy to bring along James. Luckily for the both of you, he didn’t have any sort of camp or anything this hot August day. Unluckily for him, your little nephews had brought their hockey equipment and put James in net.
“Now I’m going to tell you a beautiful story from that time when I was working in the Calderón’s security. Ok, listen. I was working in an Atleti-Athletic in one of the highest stands of the stadium when I see one of the girls selling hot-dogs (back then they also used to sell pizza in the stadium). The girl was quite big so it was a great effort for her to climb up there, that’s why she used to arrive before there was too much people on the stands. Sweating a lot she used to sit on the steps, she ate a hot-dog, drank a coca-cola and smoked a couple of cigars. “There’s no way I can eat anything later” she said. Well, back in the day it was forbidden to have anything for free so it was a big risk but we were too high and bosses never got there.
So the girl and I saw appearing a man and a little kid wearing two white plastic bags. I’m not the one to judge but at first sight their clothes, that were very clean, had a lot of patches. The man came to me and showing me his tickets asked me “where do me and my son sit down?” I showed them but I told them that the zone wouldn’t fill up so they could sit down closer. The kid started to look at the seller’s hot-dog and the man took out of the bags two old Atleti shirts. Very old. They put them on and he looked at me “they’re a bit old but I’ve not been able to come for 4 or 5 years” I said: “don’t worry, they are historic jerseys” and the kid kept on looking at the seller eating. The man was talking to me a bit nervous, including the kid in the irrelevant conversation to make him forget about the hot-dog.
The man said: “I’ve been unemployed for three years and we’ve been in a very bad situation, but I got a job 2 months ago and with a bit of money that I’ve saved up and a bit more his grandparents gave us, I’ve brought him here. We didn’t brought food because I thought I could buy sandwhiches here but it’s too expensive and I can’t afford it.” It really moved me deep inside but when I looked at the seller, she was sobbing. Without saying a word she went to the kid and asked him “how do you like it?” And she prepared two hot-dogs and two coca-colas for the two of them. The man didn’t want to take them but she insisted a lot and they ended up taking them. During the match two pizza sellers came to them, as the woman had sent them, to complete their meal, they wanted to help them to have a great afternoon.
So there’s that, I have a lot of worse memories of the Calderón but this one is a great one.“
I kinda went a little long on this chapter so enjoy!
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Genre: Fluff, Angst, and a little suggestive.
Jaebum/JB (GOT7) X Orginal Character
Warrnings: May cause slight heart break, and rage towards characters.
May contain: Brief mentions of BTS members.
Groggily I moved my arm, swinging it around, trying to blindly feel for my phone which wouldn’t stop beeping. The new semester meant waking up at 6am every morning for a 7:30am class; though luckily my classes ended by noon. Every ‘day one’ my first class was at 11am, and classes only lasted until 3:15pm. The only problem, I’m not a morning person. I get grumpy and agitated really easily until about 9am, then I start to properly wake up and join society as a happy person.
I got up after about 10 minutes of pep talking myself, chanting things like “if you get up today, you can see that cute Barista Jimin before class” and “If you don’t try to attempt murder, you can let yourself get ice cream from the convenience store after class.” After that I jumped in the shower, got dressed in some comfortable clothes, and did a little bit of makeup. I made a deal with myself to start letting my skin have a break on the days that I have class early. No more early morning cake-face, because once you get to university you start to realize sleep is extremely important and no one actually cares how you look early in the morning because everyone is just trying to stay awake to get their money’s worth out of the classes.
Around 6:45 I was almost ready to leave to the coffee shop; slipping on my black doc boots, when I notice I was basically monochrome dressed. Black skinny jeans and a grey shirt. Maybe I should try adding some color to wardrobe like Amie? She always wears such cute and colorful clothes. Maybe I could get more attention from boys if I was always cute like her and… What am I saying? Oh God maybe I’m getting jealous of her? Ugh, stop it. I’m fine the way I am, but… Okay, maybe some color in my wardrobe wouldn’t hurt. It would be better than looking like I’m going to a funeral all the time. I switch out the black jacket for an army green one, hoping that maybe I would look a little more approachable.
I slipped my contacts in last minute, and then grabbed my stuff before locking up. I was lucky now because this semester I have more time in the morning to get to my class. Living a little far away from school meant I got up around 6am for my 8:30am class, so this time it was nice having about half an hour to walk the equivalence of 2 parking lots. I could stop by the coffee shop, chat up the cute guy Jimin, and then head to class without worrying.
The little bell over the door rang as I walked in, a big smile on my face when I saw Jimin. I had gotten to know him a little better once he started working here 3 semesters ago. His dad owned the local coffee shop on campus, and he worked here almost every morning before his classes. He, unlike myself, was a morning person and didn’t mind waking up at 5am to open the shop at 6am. I would rather bathe in boiling water.
“Good morning Jimin!”
“Good morning Micah, you’re here early?” He smiled brightly.
“I moved on campus so I’ll probably be here a little more often, and a lot earlier than usual.”
“That’s cool. I’m glad to see you not as rushed and panicky like last semester.”
“Don’t remind me. Anyways, can I just get a Caramel Latte?” I said, biting my lip while thinking.
“Are you going to drink the whole menu this year as well?”
“We’ll see… Oh can I get a bagel too?”
Jimin ended up giving me the bagel for free as a little gift for being a very frequent customer. He wrote my name on the cup before tucking his light brown hair out of the way, and then resting the marker behind his ear. I sat down at the bar stool beside Jimin’s station munching away on the bagel as we continued to talk.
“There sure are quite a few customers in here already and it’s only ten minutes after seven…”
“Yup, we get some really interesting people here when we open and when we close. Like that guy in the right corner hiding under his duvet with his laptop? His name is Taehyung, his friends call him V. He’s been in here every morning for the past 2 weeks right when we open. Even before campus properly opened for classes. That’s his third cup of espresso in two hours, and if you watch closely… He only blinks every 20 to 30 seconds. Apparently, he’s retaking a class and is trying to prepare so he does well. I don’t think he’s slept in a few days. He keeps mumbling something about plants.”
“Maybe he’s doing something to do with plants?”
“He’s a visual art’s major…”
“Yeah, I hope he’s okay though. He’s the reason I put emergency services on speed dial on the business phone,” Jimin laughed pointing to the phone by the register. I finished up my food before grabbing my bag and I was just about to head out the door when I heard Jimin call out, “Hey Micah, are you free this weekend?”
“Uh I think so?”
“Want to go see a movie or something?”
“Yeah, sure! Are you working tomorrow, I can give you my number then? I’ve got to go to class right now” I yelled.
“I’m always here, of course. If you show up, coffee is on me.”
“I’ll be there, bye Jimin!” I darted out the door and started rushing towards my class. I was a language major, my strongest second language being English. My first class on day two was advanced English language and grammar. Which I felt would be a little easier for me, but boy was I wrong. Who knew that American’s were so weird dropping the u in words like colour and neighbour? As well as having words that are spelt the same, but sound different? Live and live, read and read? What is this?! We also established partners for any class activities, which I went to my usual partner throughout the first few semesters we had together. Thank goodness Namjoon was in another one of my classes, because he was really good with English. Where he excelled, I didn’t… though where I excelled cough pronunciation cough he wasn’t AS great. I was better at pronouncing words, and talking without an extremely distinct accent.
After what felt like forever, my classes were finally over. All I wanted to do was go home and sleep but I guess the universe had a different plan because as soon as I got home Amie was hosting what looked like a party. Though it wasn’t any of her new friends, it was JB and the guys. Mark, Jackson, Jinyoung, Youngjae, Yugyeom, and BamBam. All 6 of JB’s close guy friends were in the living room packed around the built coffee table eating. It was a typical sight for me, just usually it took place at JB’s house. Youngjae was kicking everyone’s ass at video games like usual, while the others cheered him on. I saw Amie sat on the couch, pressed between JB and Yugyeom, with a bowl of chips in her hand.
“What the hell are you guys doing here?” I yelled over the TV. The game paused in an instant, all their eyes darting over to my position by the front door. No one had even noticed me coming in.
“Micah! You’re home, how are you?” Jackson smiled getting up from the floor and coming to give me a hug. He was the only one who really made an effort to come and greet me, which was a little unusual. Normally the guys were pretty excited to see me since I don’t get to see them often.
“I’m doing good. Class was boring… Amie how was your first day on campus?”
“It was fun. I went to that little café and got a coffee. The barista says he knows you!”
“Ah that’s Jimin, yeah he’s my friend. Oh by the way, we’re going to catch a movie this weekend. Do you want to come too?”
“Micah, that sounds like a date. Did you seriously just ask me to third wheel your date?” Amie smirked, raising her eyebrow.
“Micah has a date? With someone other than Jae…” Yugyeom announced before Jinyoung gave him a solid elbow to the ribs.
I rolled my eyes, “It’s not a date. Anyways, can you guys explain why you are all here?”
“You didn’t tell us you had a cute roommate who could cook!” BamBam, placing the controller down.
“I just got her yesterday, and I didn’t know she could cook.”
“Well she’s great, you’re going to be seeing a lot of us if she’s here and making food. Try the pork buns!”
I sighed, walking over to the rest of the guys. I was going to sit down with them but with the 8 of them taking all the chairs and carpet space, it really didn’t seem like a welcoming environment. Amie shot me a small apologetic smile before answering the question in my head. “JB brought them over to surprise us. He said they are your friends too, and also thought it would nice to introduce them to me in the meantime.”
“It sure was a surprise…” I huffed. I threw my bag in my room, laying down on my bed for comfort. I just wanted sleep, or death at this point. This was starting to get a little annoying. I’m the kind of girl who likes a plan, and I don’t like drastic changes. When things don’t go the way as planned, I start to get agitated. My theoretical plan would be moving in with my childhood best friend, going to school, having this place as my relaxing safe space, and then JB’s place would be where I go for socializing. Now JB is here and brought the looney toon bunch with him…Plus my roommate is too much of a socializer to say no and turn them away.
“Micah? Are you coming back? Youngjae wants to verse you too!” Mark called from the doorway.
“I don’t have anywhere to sit” I exclaimed as I paced over to the group.
“Just sit on my lap, I don’t mind. I have strong thighs. Though I can stand if you want to sit down,” Jackson smiled sweetly. Some people would take that as a dirty suggestion, but Jackson was actually just a genuinely sweet guy.
“That’s not happening, Micah can sit here. I’ll stand…” JB interrupted, getting off the couch and moving to the side. I slid beside Amie, who still looked a little uncomfortable.
“So, what are we playing?”
“It’s a Grand Theft Auto death match,” Yugyeom replied passing BamBam’s controller over.
“Oh, you’re back playing this old game? I thought you guys would have been playing something new like Overwatch or something.”
“Hey why doesn’t Amie verse Micah?” JB asked. All the guys seemed to really like the idea of us playing.
“Okay, but just so you know I’m great at playing games” Amie replied, grabbing Youngjae’s remote.
“Getting cocky, are we? Care to make it a bet?”
“The winner gets something that belongs to the loser. Winner’s choice.”
“I should warn you Micah, I never lose.”
“Neither do I” I smirked.
Saturday rolled around faster than I anticipated. Even though the guys said they would be over frequently, I hadn’t seen them since Monday. Which was a good break I guess… At least I was able to focus on school more, and I even got to hang out with Amie. We went shopping together a little bit, she got her nails done while I watched. We just had some free time to reconnect and get back on the same page as before. We both had changed a lot, but the chemistry was still there for the most part. She told me stories about living in the UK, and in Sweden. Apparently, she felt kind of lonely and awkward being part of the minority compared to when she’s home in Korea. The world has differently beauty standards, and here… She’s considered model gorgeous, like one of the most glamourous looking idols.
I woke up a little late on Saturday morning to the sounds of Amie making breakfast. She was busy trying to make crepes, but she dropped the pan before it made its way to the stove top. I ran in to check on her, reassuring myself that she was okay.
“What the hell happened?”
“I was holding my phone and the pan in one hand, and then it buzzed which startled me and I dropped the pan” she said, lifting the pan off the floor, “thank goodness there was no crepe batter in there yet.”
I picked up her phone off the floor, the screen lighting up with a message, “Who’s Jae emoji peach?”
“Oh, it’s JB. Get it Jaebum? Jae-bum. As in peach emoji, because it looks like a booty.”
“Yeah, I-uh… I get it. So, what’s going on with him?”
“Are you guys like…?”
“We’re just friends for now. He is going to come over soon though, he said since you’re busy maybe we could hang out and go for dinner” she smiled into her phone, “You’re okay with that right?”
“Yeah why wouldn’t I be? I have a date with Jimin anyways.”
“Thank you again for being super cool with all of this. I really like JB, and I think he likes me too. I hope you don’t feel awkward about this…”
“Me? Awkward? Psssh. We’re history, done, the past is the past. I have absolutely no romantic feelings for him whatsoever.” Amie put a crepe on my plate, decorated with strawberries and crème. I instantly shoved it in my face, trying to keep myself from talking because this could go really bad, really fast.
“Hey do you want help getting ready for your date with Jimin? I obviously love doing makeup and hair for other people. I could help with an outfit too?” Amie suggested.
“Oh, I don’t want to burden you…”
“It’s not a problem at all. I mean I saw Jimin, that guy is the most aesthetically pleasing guy I’ve seen in a very long time. He’s super attractive and would look really cute with you. You should doll it up a little an impress him.”
“If you want to… Please don’t make me look too uncomfortable though. I still want to look like me” I begged.
At first, she tried to dress me like her. A white crop top with a floral skater skirt, and sandals. Which was a huge “nope” in my books. We argued a little bit over my outfit, and then she finally went to MY closet to look for clothes. We settled on a black tank top, light high-waisted shorts, and my army green jacket. Once the clothes were settled she finally submitted to making me, still look like me. The makeup was neutral colored, and she added more body into my hair.
“Now you have that more intense beach wave look. It suits you, and it’s cute” she smiled, letting me finally look at myself. I’m not going to lie, I was feeling pretty damn confident in myself right now. The best part was that I still looked like me, just a little cuter. “You’re a work of art, now hurry up Jimin is going to be here in a little bit. JB should be here in a few minutes as well.”
I texted Jimin, letting him know I was ready. He replied that he was almost at the campus, and that he’ll be here soon. A knock at the door brought me to my feet, rushing to the door with excitement. I was really hoping for a good reaction from Jimin, since he usually sees me sleep deprived and not at my best. “Hey Jimi… Oh it’s you.”
“Well nice to see you too ‘Best Friend” JB mocked, giving me a slight hug while entering.
“Sorry I’m just waiting for Jimin and he said he’d be here soon so I assumed it was him.”
“Wow, I’m hurt. You’re not even excited to see me anymore. What have I done to deserve this kind of treatment?”
“You keep coming over uninvited?”
“That’s not the point,” he laughed. He gave me a quick scan before returning his eyes back to mine, “You look good. Trying to impress a guy I assume?”
“Well now that I’m back in the dating game, I guess I better put some effort into it.”
“Admit it, I ruined you” Jaebum laughed, shaking his head side to side in a joking matter.
“You completely destroyed me, I’ll never be the same now” I rolled my eyes, cracking a huge smile.
“Seriously though Micah, you look good. I’m happy for you.” I felt a blush creep over my cheeks before adverting my eyes to the front door as the knocking sound protruded from it.
“Well I better go, I’ll see you later. Have fun with Amie, not too much fun though!”
“Same with you!” He called after me, as I closed the door behind him. He only caught a glimpse of Jimin’s face, the two of them sending each other a small smile.
Jimin was a kind guy, and was super sweet. You could tell by his little actions that he was super careful with every move, and he was also very caring and adorable. We saw a puppy running around in the parking lot after it escape from its owner, and oh my Lord, I’ve never seen a man act cuter with a puppy before. It made me want to plant a huge kiss on his plump lips, and squeeze him to death. Jimin was so kind to every person we met, making sure to say thank you and respectfully greet the people we came in contact with.
I got to know the little details about him and his life. His family had been running the little coffee shop his grandmother opened, on the side of their everyday jobs. Jimin had offered to basically take over as manager for the mornings because of his classes, and the pay was really good because of number of “hangry” students that stopped by. The most interesting thing I had learned about him was that he was actually a contemporary dancer, and could sing as well. Though he was too shy to sing in public, and promised to sing for me another time.
The date as a whole was really good, I enjoyed myself. Though there was a tiny piece of me who also couldn’t deny that we didn’t really have the relationship chemistry. He was an amazing guy, and he was really attractive, but we were also, really different. He was a morning person who cared so much about other, and was this bubbly ray of sunshine. Myself on the other hand, was a night owl who would cause murder if I was awoken too early for my own liking. I also had the tendency to be a little bit of a moody person and sometimes I can act like a total jerk. That was kind of the reason JB and I worked well together. We were always watching out for each other when our personalities were at their worst. We also understood how each other felt because we both know how it feels.
Maybe I wasn’t acting being sarcastic when I said JB ruined me, because there was a little bit of truth to that. I was always kind of comparing guys to JB. I realize now that maybe I just need to talk to JB about it. We never really had a proper conversation after the break up. We just instantly went back to friends, and just swept the feelings under the rug. Maybe it was time that we talk about things, especially if the two of us feel it’s time to properly start moving on. I couldn’t do that to Jimin anyways. That’s the worst thing I could probably do; starting a relationship with him before I even properly figure out my feelings for my best friend.
Jimin dropped me off at my dorm, which was still empty at the time. I invited him in for a little bit to thank him for taking me out and share some of the cake we bought from the bakery before we arrived. In the end, the evening was really nice. I had fun, and promised that we’d hang out a little more… as friends. I gave him a big hug before saying goodbye. It hadn’t been more than a minute or two when I noticed he had left his headphone on the counter. I grabbed them, slipping on my shoes and swung open the door. As soon as I lifted my head I was stunned to see two bodies in front of me. JB and Amie, planting a deep kiss on each other.
“Half an ounce, yeah?” It was a sunny but mild midday on a Saturday. Jughead was parked up at the edge of Sweetwater river, leaning against his bike, dealing weed to some kids from Cambridge, the town over. Apart from working odd bar shifts at the Whyte Wyrm, this was the only gang duty he bothered to participate with. He wasn’t stupid enough to get involved with all the other illegal dealings that went on. He just needed to save up some extra cash so he could get the hell out of Riverdale. The Serpents knew that, they were good to him.
And with being FP Jones’ son, the jacket just kind of came with the territory. He didn’t need to work all that much for it, and it suited him entirely.
He took the money from one of the kids, and handed them the bag. He could tell by looking at them that this wasn’t something they had done before. The boy looked younger than him, Jughead thought to himself. He cursed whoever it was that agreed to sell to minors. When he made no move to put it away, instead just sort of fumbled with it in his hands, Jughead gave him a stern look.
“Jesus, kid. Don’t go flashing it around everywhere, alright?” He put on his best threatening tone and stood up straight, standing closer to the boy. “And don’t go telling everyone where you got it from. If it gets back to us that you’ve been running your mouth, you’ll swallow that tongue.” They all just nodded, then quickly scrambled back to their push bikes. As Jughead watched them ride away, he hoped he had put enough fear into them to not see them again. He hated dealing this shit, even if he did smoke it himself occasionally. When you had a family like his, sometimes it helped to zone out for a while.
“Okay, Tony Soprano. Have you filled your tough guy quota for the day?” Cheryl’s voice snapped him out of this thoughts, he turned to look at her. Joaquin was Jugheads partner of choice for dealings like this, but lately he had been delving more into the serious side of the gang, which meant that Cheryl had started to tag along more often.
She was untouchable, the sacred princess, the one and only daughter of Clifford Blossom. The head of the royal Blossom family of the South Side. The big boss. The one who sat upon his throne and called the shots without getting his hands dirty. Nobody could tell her what to do, or more what not to do. She was similar to him in the sense that she had no gang initiation, her jacket was a birthright. And with her banished twin brother opting to not get involved in the family business, Clifford didn’t object to her involvement. No that Cheryl would listen if he did. It didn’t necessarily mean that he enjoyed his little girl being part of the dealings, but he needed someone to take over the Blossom empire if his son would not.
Cheryl missed her brother Jason, he knew that. And sometimes he thought she clung to him as a stand in.
Jughead had basically grown up with Cheryl, and for as much as he loved her like a cousin, that did not mean he had to like her all the time.
“Lets go to Pops, I’m fucking starving.” He said over his shoulder before putting his helmet over his head, ignoring her snide remark. They rode together to the diner, parking up out the front. He felt eyes on him as they walked through the door, the fucking bell always announcing their arrival. Nobody saw him, they just saw the snake on the back of his jacket and made their own assumptions. He was used to it, and he preferred it that way, sometimes. He just kept his eyes forward. Always ahead of him.
Note: Just in case you guys wanted some dumb family fluff.
Amy was exhausted and Lee hadn’t slept in a couple days. Or at least
the toddler hadn’t slept while not being held by his mother. The kiddo
was sick, and he struggled to breathe if he wasn’t being held up in a
sitting position. The only rest Amy got was when Sheldon held Lee. It
was usually only long enough for Amy to scarf a few bites of a sandwich
or to get a power nap. After two days, Amy was losing her mind.
Perhaps you were feeling brave, but today you decided to surprise your dear friend Kylo by visiting his place for once. You hadn’t seen him in a few weeks since he last came over, and you thought it be nice to surprise him with his favorite food from a local vietniemese place.
You thought maybe this would be a good opportunity to finally push your relationship past the friendship stage, as you liked him from the start. What you didn’t expect was his mother to answer the door in his place.
“Oh hello, are you Kylo’s girlfriend” She asked you. Right, you had seen pictures of Leia before, but you had never met in person.
“Uh no, I’m just a friend, Y/N,” You introduced yourself.
“Oh Y/N! I’ve heard so many lovely things about you, Kylo always mentions you.”
“Really?” You furrow your brows.
“Yes! Of course, you two seem quite close. I’m so happy to finally meet you, I wish I could’ve met you sooner but I think Kylo has always tried to keep you away from me for some reason,”
So annoying little trend I’ve noticed at my Petco, and I’m not sure how common it is online but I wanted to post this just in case
Bearded Dragons NEED UVB lighting. Period. End of story. If you don’t have one, get one, because without it they CANNOT absorb calcium and will steal it from their own bones.
I adopted a beardie who had been kept without one and she had head shakes, severely atrophied muscles, and limited range of motion, not to mention mouth rot and other issues. She died at an eighth of her natural life span, with medicine and other care. Not to mention she was probably in lots of pain from having stunted growth.
The same goes for other reptiles. One leopard gecko some one brought to me hadn’t had uvb or calcium ( or much food at all for that matter) had a curved spine and bent legs and toes.
This is a trend that would easily be remidied with research and not impulse buying reptiles. PLEASE get uvb. Learn about these animals because they rely on you for their health.
@gabzgirl requested: Kidge! Some fluffy angst where their still in space and Keith comforts a distraught Pidgeon since she hasn’t found her family and now they lost Shiro and he admits how he admires her being so strong and smart and fluffiness takes over
Last night in photos. I had to leave work twice yesterday. First because my daughter had brought her home uniform to an away game, and again at the end of the day, because she’d left her backpack in the gym a few towns over when she took a Lyft home. I do feel some guilt about leaving her to fend for herself so much, but I’m sure she’ll be stronger for it. I could have let her sit out the game, but it’s important to Nick. And she couldn’t do her homework without her backpack.
Lately I am constantly fighting panic. I appear to be functioning, but I am not my normal efficient self. I am having trouble focusing, and I always feel on the verge of tears or a meltdown. I feel like I can’t breathe.
So last night I picked some tangerines, lemons and limes and took them to my neighbors’ house. They had invited me and Sophia over for BLTs. Phia was too busy with homework.
My neighbors are delightful and unusual. I talked with the husband, while the wife cooked up some bacon in the microwave and brought out condiments. Now I know why they are both so tiny! She brought out 3 cooked strips of bacon and crumbled them on a plate. Then she told me to help myself, while her husband said, “There’s plenty for everyone.” I was glad I hadn’t brought my six foot fifteen year old. These are not poor people; their liquor cabinet would rival the local bar’s, and they are works travelers. I think food just isn’t their thing. They did have lots of chopped up goodies, though. I ended up with a sandwich made from, homemade blue cheese dressing, a few bacon crumbles, chopped tomato, shredded cheddar cheese, cilantro, and lettuce. It was pretty damn good.
My neighbor showed me the shiny red jacket and shorts she made for a trans guy in their running club. They have so much fun with the Hashhouse Harriers.
I think this was my first teetotaling visit with them. They always cheer me up. Then I went home and picked more tangerines for myself.
What a story. 😜
ETA-My neighbor used to be an aerospace engineer and a lineman (not simultaneously). She found a deal on marble one time when her husband was out of the country running a marathon. She designed the floor in her sunroom, then cut and laid the whole floor herself. This is a 4'9" woman in her 60s, who’s had Parkinson’s for 15 years.
OK SO my first cats were technically mama kitty, stinker, and buckwheat - mama kitty and stinker died while i was still a baby, and buckwheat died while i was really young, like 1st or 2nd grade maybe?? and mama kitty was buckwhea and stinker’s mom as the name implies, she had a few other kittens who were given to friends of my parents
i don’t remember much of what mama kitty was like, i’ve been told stinker was named appropriately in which she was So Naughty and was always getting into trouble and she had this little felt mouse toy that she loved. buckwheat was pretty chill from what i remember and he had THE saddest meow
for the cats we have right now, there’s missy, angel and bean
missy we got while i was in 1st grade, so we had her for a little while before buckwheat died. basically we had just recently moved to our old house in iowa, and my parents were getting stuff unpacked in the basement, and since it was cooler outside they had the back porch door open. they heard this kitten meowing up a storm, and they brought her in and gave her food and water and stuff, an we ended up keeping her because we never saw any lost cat advertisements. we figured she was a barn cat because our house backed up to a corn field (which we didn’t own ofc). missy is honestly me????? she’s small and chubby and screams a bunch and will sleep anywhere if given the chance
angel we got 2 yrs later because some pastor my dad was friends with had kittens and was giving them away for free. she squeaks so we also call her squeaker. she also sheds a lot and doesn’t really do a good job of grooming herself so she’s kinda icky but giving her a bath is really hard to watch b/c she acts like she’s being brutally murdered so we’ve been procrastinating giving her one :((( she’s Really affectionate though and she will give u arm massages. also she craves half and half and will ONLY drink half and half (and water ofc but in terms of dairy products). like every night we gotta give her a lil tiny bowl of half and half or else she’ll keep pestering you and if it’s anything but half and half she won’t drink it??? so she’s kinda chubby too now LMAO
bean we got a year and a half ago from a cat shelter we had been volunteering at for about 4 years prior to moving. the shelter was, for the most part, exclusive for special needs cats (primarily cats with fiv, felv, and physical disabilities) HOWEVER sometimes they took in healthy cats because either said cat didn’t have anywhere else to go, or the cat was suspected of having fiv/felv and given to the shelter just in case. bean was like the second since she was such a young kitten when she got there, technically speaking if a kitten was born from a mom who had fiv/felv they could have detectable traces of the disease but not actually have it, and bean tested positive so they kept her in a little haven at the shelter just in case. she had also come in with one of her back legs broken, so it was in a full-leg cast for most of her Young Kitten Years. nowadays, even though her leg is perfectly fine, i think she just got so used to laying/sitting certain ways so she’s always sticking her leg out??? it’s so cute,,,,,, her real name is hope but tbh i kinda exclusively call her bean now b/c i feel like it’s way more fitting to her personality (noT THAT SHE’S HOPELESS SHE IS A VERY HOPEFUL CREATURE she just……….. looks, acts, and sounds like a Bean). she’s kinda the oddball of our cats because our other two are really shy and reserved and then bean honestly has the attitude of a dog? she’s just so happy and friendly???? alSO SHE HAS so many different meows, but most of the time she goes “beep beep” and when she’s happy or calling out for attention she’ll do this half-purred “mrooowwwwROW?????????” and it’s so funny. she also loves watching birds like she just sits by the window closest to our bird feeder and chatters at birds all day. also she will eat Anything her favorite non-cat food is pancake (like if i ever make them i’ll just give her a little bite of one that doesn’t have anything on it and she Loves It)
and ok i could go on but this is getting rlly long
My grandparents went out today and I slept in. When they came back from their errands I greeted them and they brought me Lunch- my favourite meal from the restaurant they went to. I damn near cried it made me so happy.
Warning: I teared up writing this one….so it’s hella fluffy
with LOTS of fuzzy feels
Request by @secretlittledelights said: Idk if you
take requests but I would love a Sam story where he is explaining to his son AU
about showing his mama her body is beautiful When she’s feeling insecure about
her body and the son making her breakfast in bed cuz Sam knows she can’t turn
down anything from ether son?
A/N: I’m not a mom, I’ve never had a child, so this is
written based on what I have seen in my personal life and in my OB rotation in
nursing school, so I hope this is accurate and I hope you all like it. Enjoy!!!
Celebrities fucking suck. They pop out a kid, or two, or
four, and within months they are fit as all hell. Do they not keep the kids
after they have them?! Between the baby, a household, work, your man child of a
husband that bless his heart is sometimes a bigger trouble than a help, how the
hell do they do it?!
Shutting the magazine, you got off the couch to start on the
ever endless to-do list for the day, hoping to get some before the baby woke
“Hey beautiful,” Sam wrapped his arms around your waist as
he came in. Stiffening up and pulling away you shrugged him off.
“Can you just not today? Sorry. I just, I don’t want to be
touched right now.” Giving Sam a weak smile you headed upstairs to put away the
laundry as your little man came running through wearing one of your shirts he’d
“Mommy mommy mommy!!! Look! Your shirt, it’s a dress on me!!”
Normally you would have laughed, said he was adorable,
something along those lines but all you could focus on was how big the shirt
was. Am I seriously that big? God I could
practically fill that top out now and that’s a maternity shirt.
So I was at mikes Drive in (idk if they have them in other places then Oregon but it’s a restaurant that has burgers and stuff like that) and me and my dad go in to get some ice cream. There was only one lady at the registers and she was helping these two ladies. Yet these ladies were making the lady at the register very confused because of how they were ordering things. Me and my dad went back outside and a few minutes later we see them come out complaining about the wait even though they ordered a lot of food. (The wait was only about five or so minutes) they also for some reason brought three ziplock bags with them and go their stuff to go. I felt really sorry for the lady that had to deal with them.
I still don't get how boiling food is a "white" thing to do? Maybe that's a very european thing to say, but not everything has to be fucking deep fried.
I have absolutely zero proof of this, but after knowing some elderly white-British people and hearing stories from middle-aged white-British people about how their parents cooked food, I personally think that some of it is down to good old fashioned poverty.
A lot of the poorest had nothing to cook with but a hob, not an oven, and the only thing that they could do was just boil basic vegetables because additions were too expensive.
One guy I knew once told me that when his mother brought a frozen pizza home for the first time (bearing in mind they were new at that point), she just took it out of the box, let it defrost and then put it out on a plate. It took her decades to trust something like a microwave, and the influx of new, cheap food genuinely freaked her out. I mean, that was the evacuee generation thanks to the Second World War.
I think it’s down to ignorance about where people came from. Overseas, in better climates, different varieties of spices were much more readily available. Here, the working class just had enough money to barely survive. We still had rationing in the UK until 1954, nine years after the War ended. A whole generation was brought up to use as little food and power as possible, and suddenly, soon after, there was an influx of new and amazing things that they just didn’t get at first.
So it’s probably just the briefest misunderstanding of history and not knowing what historical context is. Plus, sneering at the poorest people that can’t afford extra ingredients to make food, or who are too exhausted to spend a lot of time in the kitchen after the lowest-paying jobs and other commitments. Just old fashioned ignorance, I suppose.
I have plans, but I will try to sneak some time on the laptop so that I can post the first chapter of a new fic at some point during the weekend.
In the meantime, please enjoy this teaser from the completely unbeta’d (for the moment) and not quite finished first chapter of “Boyfriend Material”.
“Hi, honey! We’re home!” Mary called out as she, John,
and Sherlock bustled through the front door of the Watson home.
handed Rosie another block to add to her precariously balanced tower, then
stood up and stretched out the random kinks that tended to appear when one
spent a prolonged period of time playing on the floor with a toddler. “Please tell me you’ve brought the food?”
order of cashew shrimp, a pair of summer rolls, an order of crab cheese
wontons, and extra peanut sauce. As
requested.” John hefted several plastic
bags emblazoned with the logo of the Chinese place Sherlock favoured. “Not that I’m judging, but that seems like an
awful lot of food, Molly.”
sounds like judging. Doesn’t that sound
like judging?” Mary teased as she hung up her jacket.
hurried to take the bags from John so he could take his coat off. “Did Sherlock get anything for himself?”
rolled his eyes as John shook his head.
extra because someone tends to be a
wonton thief.” She giggled at her own
joke, to the point that it threatened to turn into a small, not-at-all ladylike
snort. “Get it? Wonton, like wanton, but … No?
Sherlock rumbled, but it lacked any real censor. She thought she caught a glimpse of amusement
in his expression before he took the bags from her and headed toward the