Lunch after 8km morning walk - brown rice, baked potato wedges, salad drizzled with tahini 🌿 #vegan
I feel like I’ve gone a little MIA… But I am back and tonight expect a long post of my thoughts and opinion on paid posts/collaborations, Essena’s choice to quit social media and my personal experience with it 😊
A/N: I got two requests from anons: “Anon:Pietro and reader are constantly arguing and the avengers go camping, decide reader and pietro need to admit feelings and basically put them in any awkward situation they possibly can. Smut pls xx” and “Anon:Pietro smut. Literally just anything.”
“What do you mean we have to share!?” Both you and Pietro shouted. Tony smirked, holding up his hands defensively.
“Hey, you two missed the sign ups.”
“What fucking sign ups!?” Pietro said, advancing closer. Tony took a step back, holding his arms out in front of him.
“They were on my office door, everyone knew about them.” You glared at Tony, tossing your bag in the tent. The Avengers thought that camping was a good idea. Steve said it was ‘well deserved r&r’. Easy for him to say, he doesn’t have to share a tent with someone that annoyed him to the point of anger.
You and Pietro were always arguing. He said you were too ‘stuck up’ and you think he’s too cocky and aggravating. On the surface, his attitude annoyed you, but really, you had woken up, panting and aching, after dreams of him so many times. It was embarrassing how much him smirking at you turned you on.
The first day went by as nicely as someone could hope in this situation. During that time, you came to realize something. Every single person on this trip was a couple. Tony and Pepper, Steve and Bucky, Nat and Bruce, Wanda and Vision, all sharing tents. Sleeping was hard. Not only was there barely enough room for Pietro to shove his over six foot frame into it, but it was not nearly wide enough for both of you to sleep in it. The entire time you had your back pressed against his and you hated how much you were enjoying the thick, hard muscles there. Despite the close proximity, he didn’t seem to completely hate it. Once you two were cramped in the tent, the arguments stopped and you guys just sat in sleepy silence. The one thing was, he snores. But it didn’t annoy you, on the contrary, you actually found it incredibly adorable. They were soft snores, not loud.
A/N: This was requested by an anon who wanted Jared and the reader’s first date with awkward fluff. Also, if you want to be tagged in any of my posts, just shoot me an ask or whatever and let me know.
The whistle of the kettle rung through the house, and I groaned at the high pitched noise. I trudged downstairs and took the kettle off the stove, gently setting it down on the bench.
Evan was still at the national park, and mom was at work, so I had the house to myself. I made myself a cup of tea and stirred it with a teaspoon, blowing on it slightly.
“Don’t you just love summer vacation?” I muttered bitterly, taking a sip from the mug. I suddenly heard the doorbell ring and I nearly spilt my tea.
I put down the mug and made my way to the door, squinting through the frosted glass to see who was on the other side. I twisted the doorknob and opened the door to reveal my brother’s best (and only) friend, Jared Kleinman.
“Hey Jared. Evan’s not here right now. Tree boy’s still at work.” I said and Jared nervously chuckled, pushing his glasses up the bridge of his nose.
“I’m, uh, actually not here to see Evan.” Jared said, and I finally noticed the bouquet of flowers he held in his free hand. My eyes widened slightly, and I gestured for him to come in.
I closed the door behind him, noticing how he knew exactly where to find a vase for the flowers. “How, uh, how has your summer been?” I asked awkwardly, internally cursing myself for asking such a terrible question.
“My summer’s been alright. I went to that Jewish summer camp we used to go to, but it was kinda boring. My bunk did, however, dominate at capture the flag.” Jared said, puffing his chest out slightly.
I chuckled and looked down, noticing that I was wearing my (slightly revealing) pyjamas. My cheeks went red as I tugged my shirt up a little, trying to show as little of my bra as possible.
“Sounds like you had a blast. My summer has been pretty boring. Evan’s almost always out at the national park, and mom’s almost always at work, so I just spend most of the time here by myself. If I’m feeling adventurous I might walk to the mall, who knows?” I said sarcastically, resting my head in my hands.
Jared frowned at me, the disappointment clear on his face. “Don’t you, you know, go out with friends or something?” Jared asked, gently placing the bouquet in a clear glass vase.
I laughed bitterly and Jared’s brows furrowed. “Friends. That’s a good one, Jared. I’m a Hansen. We don’t have friends. At least, I don’t.” I said, my voice harsh and cold.
Jared hesitantly put a hand on my arm, and I looked up into his eyes. “I know for sure you’ve at least got one, and he’s standing right here.” Jared said softly, and I felt the heat rise in my cheeks.
“Thanks Jared. I needed that.” I said and Jared smiled awkwardly at me, pushing his glasses up with his free hand.
“Now, onto the reason I’m here.” Jared said and my eyes immediately flitted to the flowers. He cleared his throat and picked the bouquet up and out of the vase.
“Would you, Y/N Y/M/N Hansen, like to maybe go on a date with me? You don’t have to say yes, it’s just.” Jared rambled, and I cut him off with a laugh. “Of course I’ll go on a date with you.” I said, gently pressing a kiss to his cheek.
His eyes widened, and his cheeks went a brilliant shade of crimson. He sputtered a little, trying to form a response. I just giggled and took the flowers in his hand.
“Thanks for the flowers. That was very sweet.” I said, sniffing the flowers. They were clearly fresh, because they still had a very strong smell. Jared laughed nervously, scratching the back of his neck.
“It’s, uh, it’s no problem really, I just, oh god I suck at this.” Jared stammered, his entire face aflame. I gingerly took one of his hands and squeezed it, watching his eyes flick from our intertwined hands back to my face.
“Did you have a time in mind? Or what we’re actually doing?” I asked, enjoying the feeling of Jared’s hand in mine. “Well, uh, to be completely honest I didn’t think I’d get this far.” Jared said meekly and I snorted, shaking my head slightly.
“How about we catch a movie tonight? Mom will most likely be at work, and Evan doesn’t get back from the park until at least 6.” I suggested and Jared nodded eagerly, fiddling with the hem of his shirt.
“That sounds perfect.” Jared said, squeezing my hand shyly. I smiled brightly and pulled him into a brief hug. Jared froze for a second before wrapping his arms around me, the embrace warm and comforting.
“If you want you can just stay here with me until Evan gets home. It’ll give us times to look up movie times, and it’ll keep me from going crazy.” I said and Jared nodded, tentatively letting go of me.
“I’ll just call mom and let her know what’s happening. Feel free to watch something on Netflix if you want.” I said, pecking Jared’s cheek before grabbing my phone.
I dialled mom’s number, and I didn’t have to wait too long before she picked up. “Hey honey. Is everything ok?” Mom answered, her sweet voice making me smile to myself.
“Everything’s good mom. I just wanted to let you know that I’m going out with Jared tonight, so I might be home late.” I said and there was a pause on mom’s end of the phone. “Mom?” I questioned, wondering if the connection had broken momentarily.
“Meredith, you owe me 20 bucks! They’re going out.” I heard mom shout and I felt a dark blush coat my cheeks. “You seriously had a bet with Mrs Kleinman that Jared and I would get together?” I said, and I heard a crash from the living room.
I looked over and saw that Jared was currently sprawled out on the floor, rubbing his head with a shocked look on his face. “I’m sorry honey, but even when you were young, you two just clicked. Mrs Kleinman was betting that Jared would end up with Evan, so lucky for me that he decided to ask you out.” Mom said and I buried my head in my hands.
“Whatever mom. We’re going to go see a movie tonight, so it’ll just be Evan who needs dinner.” I said and mom hummed in response. “Ok sweetie. Just remind Jared that he has to be safe and use protection.” Mom said and I scoffed.
“Jesus Christ, mom. I did not need that image in my head.” I said and mom chuckled on the other end of the phone. “Just forewarning you. I have to go, but I’ll hopefully see you tonight.” She said and I smiled to myself.
“Love you mom.” I said, walking slowly towards the living room. “I love you too Y/N/N.” Mom said, before hanging up the phone. I sighed and put my phone in my pocket, sitting down next to Jared, who was now back on the couch.
“That was mom. She said that she had $20 on you and I getting together, but your mom had presumably $20 on you and Evan getting together.” I said and Jared’s jaw dropped.
“There’s more. She also told me to remind you to be safe and use protection.” I said and Jared let out an annoyed groan, sinking low into the couch. “Why are moms like this?” Jared muttered and I chuckled, nodding in agreement.
“Speaking of moms, you wanna watch How I Met Your Mother?” I asked, pulling it up on Netflix. Jared snorted and nodded, shuffling a little closer towards me. “Very impressive segue, Miss Hansen. Very impressive indeed.”
“Well, Kleinman, it’s time to go.” I said, walking down the stairs from my bedroom. Jared looked up at me and his jaw dropped a little. “You look incredible.” Jared said, his cheeks dusted pink.
I waved a dismissive hand in his direction and walked over to him, my wedged heels giving me a little more height. “I left a note for Evan so he doesn’t freak out, so we’re all good.” I said and Jared nodded, looping his arm through mine.
“You still sure you wanna see Get Out? We could just as easily go see The Lego Batman Movie? Or Beauty and the Beast.” Jared said, opening the door of his car for me.
“Are you scared, Jared?” I asked, taking a seat on the passenger side. Jared’s face flushed and he sputtered, trying to find an excuse. “Jared, it’s fine. I’m a little scared too, but it should be fine.” I said, leaning back into my seat.
It turns out, I could not have been more wrong. The movie was absolutely terrifying, and I spent a majority of it with my head buried in Jared’s chest (much to the delight of Jared and I).
Jared’s arm was constantly wrapped around my shoulders, and I was practically sitting on his lap for most of the movie. Jared held me protectively, and I was secretly grateful that this movie was horrifying.
We left the cinema considerably shaken, and I clutched onto Jared’s arm for dear life. “Well… I’m never seeing that again.” Jared said when we arrived at the food court, and I let out a nervous laugh.
“I can safely say that I’m on the same page, Jared.” I said, noticing that my hands were trembling slightly. “How about we get something greasy and delicious from McDonald’s, and then head home?” Jared suggested and I nodded enthusiastically.
“I am seriously in the mood for some junk food right now.” I said and Jared chuckled, kissing my forehead softly. “Then your wish is my command, m'lady.” Jared said, tipping an invisible fedora with his free hand.
I groaned, but there was a wide smile on my face. “That is a long dead meme, Kleinman. I thought you’d know better.” I said and Jared smirked, shrugging his shoulders.
“It still made you laugh. One point for Jared.” He said and I shook my head, laughing weakly as we approached the McDonald’s kiosk. We ordered our food, and seeing as the mall was practically empty we got our food very quickly.
We took our takeaway bags and began the walk back to Jared’s car, casually munching on fries as we walked. “Thanks for taking me out Jared. I really enjoyed myself.” I said as we pulled up to my house. I noticed that mom’s car wasn’t in the driveway, but the car Evan and I shared was.
“It was honestly no problem. I’ve kinda been crushing on you since freshman year, so it only took me 4 years to ask you out.” Jared muttered, awkwardly fiddling with the hem of his shirt.
I took Jared’s hand in mine and squeezed it gently, intertwine my fingers with his. “I’ve had a thing for you since sophomore year, but I could never tell you about it because I’m a hot mess when it comes to feelings. Maybe it’s a Hansen thing, I don’t know.” I said, unbuckling my seat belt.
“Well, I mean, you’re definitely hot. Not so sure about the mess part.” Jared said, laughing slightly. “Just shut up and kiss me.” I whispered, watching as Jared’s eyes widened to the size of plates.
“What?” He squeaked out, his face a mix of shock and disbelief. I chuckled softly and sat up on my knees. “Just kiss me. Please.” I said and Jared took in a deep breath, leaning in towards me.
I pressed my lips to his, closing my eyes almost immediately. It all felt so right, and even though I was in a pretty uncomfortable position, I didn’t care. Jared’s free hand cupped the side of my face, and his lips tasted salty, most likely from the McDonald’s.
I sat my free hand on his shoulder, losing all track of time as we kissed. Jared pulled away for a breath, panting slightly. He had a dorky smile on his face, and his cheeks were flushed.
I probably looked the same, but it didn’t matter. “I should, uh, walk you to the door. Chivalry, and all that.” Jared muttered, clearly still dazed from the kiss.
I let go of his hand and opened the car door, laughing as Jared scrambled out of the driver’s side. He took my hand once more as we approached my front door, the porch light making me wince a little.
“Well, this is where I leave you.” Jared said, looking me in the eye. “You have my number. Call me, Kleinman.” I said, capturing his lips in another kiss. Jared’s hands flew to my waist, pulling me flush against his chest.
I clutched the collar of his shirt in my hands, the fabric slightly crushed. “Oh my god.” I suddenly heard a voice say and I immediately broke the kiss, looking at my older brother with wide eyes and flushed cheeks.
“Uh, hi Evan.” I said, my voice an octave higher than usual. Jared looked like he wanted the ground to swallow him up, and quite frankly, so did I. “When you said you were going to a movie with Jared, this is not what I expected.” Evan said, flitting his eyes back and forth between the two of us.
“Did you not see the flowers and wonder why they were there? At all?” I muttered, retracting my hands from Jared’s collar. “You got her flowers?” Evan said, looking at Jared incredulously.
Jared nodded, his cheeks bright red. “Wow. That’s quite a gesture, especially for you Jared.” Evan said and Jared tried desperately to avert his eyes from Evan.
“You can save the questioning for later, Evan. I don’t want Mrs Kleinman to get up Jared for being home after curfew.” I said, trying to get my point of ‘leave us alone’ across to my slightly thick big brother.
“Oh, uh, of course.” Evan muttered, walking inside but leaving the door ajar. “I am so sorry about that.” I said, shaking my head. Jared laughed nervously, scratching the back of his neck.
“It was fine, really. I’m just glad you said yes to this whole thing.” Jared said, taking a hold of my hands. “I’m glad you asked.” I said, kissing his cheek. Jared gave my hands one last squeeze before letting them go.
“I’ll see you on Monday, ok?” He said and I nodded, smoothing my dress down. “See you on Monday.” I repeated, smiling at Jared as he pulled out of the driveway. “I can’t wait.”
Despite the dread in Y/N’s heart, she knocked a fist against the base of the Marauders’ door. She’d waited as long as she humanly could, bidding her time by ignoring the present and hiding up in her own dorm, but she needed to make things right with Sirius. She was scared for their relationship. The effects of the love potion were much, much different than the one that had caused Y/N and Sirius to chase after who they desired. It was absolutely terrifying to Y/N, and though her heart foreshadowed a deadly encounter to come, her brain assured her that she would be fine.
Moments passed before the door abruptly creaked open. A face peered out, and Y/N held her breath, assuming it to be Sirius—but her hope deflated at the sight of James Potter. She smiled hesitantly at him. “Is… is Sirius in?”
James’s eyes were dark, and they only turned colder at the sound of his best mate’s name on her lips. “No,” he said brusquely. “And don’t bother trying to find him, L/N.”
Y/N flinched. “James, you don’t understand,” she burst out, heart accelerating with fear. Had she lost the love of her life and his friends all due to a mishap that wasn’t even her fault? She walked closer, wedging her foot between the door’s gap. Y/N refused to leave without James knowing the truth. “I don’t—”
James lifted a hand, cutting her off completely. His eyes were solemn now, filled with anger—but there was a smidgen of remorse, a glimpse that Y/N barely caught. “Sirius doesn’t want to see you, Y/N. Don’t give excuses,” he said. “And well… I hope you know that this is his way of breaking up with you. Can’t even bloody do it himself, he’s all torn up.”
Y/N’s tears finally began to fall, and she no longer had a will to explain herself. “I-I—” She couldn’t finish. Without another word or look in James’s direction, she rushed down the corridor. And when she reached her own dorm, she did something that she thought she’d never do again.
This fic has a greaser esc undertone to it, it focus’s more on the relationship aspect rather than the greaser background/tone
Jughead could remember the exact moment his life was turned upside down. It was the day his mother left. He knew in that moment that his life would never be the same.
It was a gradual process. A couple missed classes here and there turned into days then weeks that Jughead just wouldn’t show up to school at all. He cut ties with his old friends in ways he knew they wouldn’t miss him when he was officially gone; he couldn’t in his right mind drag them down too.
Now Jughead’s days consisted mostly of hanging out with the few Serpent teens he could tolerate in an old junkyard fixing up old bikes and crappy cars to the best of their abilities. Most days were spent in silence, the odd small talk here and there. Unfortunately, or fortunately depending on how you look at it, for Jughead today was different.
“The party’s going to be pretty small,” Joaquin stated in an attempt to coerce Jughead into going with him.
“Tell me again why I have to go with you to meet your boyfriend’s friends,” Jughead scoffed from the other side of the junker they were working on.
“A buffer,” Joaquin simply laughed. “I mean let’s be honest Jughead, me spending more than a couple hours with Riverdale’s finest…” Joaquin stated. “That’s just a disaster waiting to happen.”
After a good twenty minutes of back and forth, Jughead reluctantly and unknowingly agreed to hang out with the very people he’d been avoiding, for an entire night.
Jughead didn’t dread hanging out with people so much as he dreaded the small talk that came with being in a group of people you don’t know. He tried to look as nice as he could. Jughead knew this night was important for Joaquin. He had his curls slicked back into his signature beanie, a navy blue and black flannel was actually worn as intended rather than tied around his waist, which he wore open with a black shirt beneath it. Even Jughead had to he looked good. With a quick deep breath, Jughead set out to meet with his friend.
“So, who’s all at this thing again?” Jughead asked as him and Joaquin drove out to Kevin’s place across town.
“Well there’s Kevin, and then there’s three of his closest friends,” Joaquin half-heartedly explains. “And don’t worry, you can still brood in the corner, we’re watching movies and eating pizza,” Jughead lagged at Joaquin’s reply. He would be civil and converse, he’s a loner, not an asshole.
As the pair drove up to the house Jughead saw an all too familiar face walking up the front steps. There she was, the only girl he’s ever loved, Betty Cooper.
Betty’s hair was shorter now than he remembered, she seemed to have cut her hair so it fell in waves just above her shoulders. She was dressing differently as well; straying away from her usual pink for dark navy’s and deep purples, walking in wedges or boots rather than her signature flats.
“Jug?” Joaquin broke Jughead out of his trance.
“Why didn’t you tell me she was going to be here,” Jughead whispered, still looking out the window to where the blonde was previously standing.
“I didn’t think you would come if I told you,” Joaquin replied.
“No shit,” Jughead answered turning to face his friend.
“Honestly, I thought when I told you my boyfriend’s name it would’ve tipped you off.”
“Obviously not,” Jughead states.
“Look Jug, I understand if you want to bail but I’m still going in there, and I’m going to have to tell them why you wouldn’t come in,” Joaquin teases. Jughead and Joaquin quickly made their way up the front steps and rang the bell. Both of the boys anxiously dreading this night for two very different reasons. Kevin opened the door greeting Joaquin with a chaste kiss and Jughead with a curt nod.
Jughead took in the scene before him. His former best friend laughing with his girlfriend on the couch. Or at least Jughead assumes they’re dating by the way Archie and Veronica were draped over each other. Joaquin and Kevin were narrowing down the list of movies to watch, but there was no sign of Betty.
“Jug?!” Archie asks astounded, he gets off the couch and moves to hug his estranged best friend.
“Wow,” Veronica starts from her position on the couch. “Johnny Cade lives.”
“Hey V,” Jughead stated simply, the two of them had never gotten the chance to actually become friends. “Kev, mind if I get some water?” Jughead asked; Kevin gave him a quick wave which Jughead took as his go ahead.
Seeing them was hard, all Jughead could think about was how many escape trips he was going to have to make to the kitchen or bathroom when Betty walked through the swinging door. “Hey, Juggie.”
Jungkook trudged down the street, his thoughts filled with nothing but you and the past you two shared.
He remembered the first time you talked to him, with that red ribbon in your hair that your mother had put on and how he knew that he would always find you pretty in it. He reminisced about how that same day that you took it out of your hair and stuffed it into his small, chubby hands with a smile and told him that he could keep it. He may have been four years old then, but he knew that he would never forget you.
When he was five and three-quarters, just a short year after the two of you met, he knew that he would never talk to you again. He had seen you talking a lot with Park Jimin, one of his neighbors, but also one of his best friends. He wasn’t upset that you were talking to him, but he was upset that Jimin, too, had gotten a red ribbon too.
When he was seven, he started talking to you again because you two had been wedged together and doomed to share a desk together. When you weren’t looking, he would steal one of your M&Ms (only the red ones) and replace it with a gold star. It was needless to say that you had gotten plenty of gold stars that year.
When he was eight, he knew that he had liked you. Every day after school, you two walked home together. He never said much, but he always blushed when you gave him a forsythia flower. Jungkook sometimes held your hand when you crossed the street too. He didn’t care about getting cooties, as long as he caught them with you.
When he was eight and a half, he knew that you would never like him back. He noticed that Jimin sometimes walked home with the two of you. Jungkook may have never asked, but Jimin always carried your backpack along with his own as the three of you walked. When you crossed the street, you never held hands with Jungkook. You held hands with Jimin.
When Jungkook was ten, he was certain that you were his best friend. There had been the minor addition of Jimin who sometimes frequented your walks to the park, but he figured that he could ignore that minuscule fact. You weren’t like the other girls who were too scared to get their dresses dirty, but you weren’t like the small majority of girls who went all in. He liked how sometimes you let him win and how he sometimes let you win.
When Jungkook was twelve, he had forgotten what it felt like to have you not by his side. You had been glued to it since you both had been in every class together since the first grade. Every day, even if he was sick, he’d lug himself out of bed to make sure you got home.
When Jungkook was fourteen, he realized that he had been in love with you. He missed walking home with you wedged between Jimin and him, skipping cracks in the sidewalk and talking about how Oh Sehun called you pretty. He missed how you used to run to him during his lunch period (you had shared yours with Jimin, bittersweetly enough to Jungkook) and stuffed red M&Ms that you had picked out the morning of into his hand. His cheeks flushed pink the second you turned from him.
Jungkook chewed on his bottom lip as the flashbacks ran across his mind. He hated feeling this way. It was juvenile, after all. He had known for years that you hadn’t felt the same way he felt for you, but why did it feel like the first time?
How could I think that it would be different this time?
It had been a very long day; your boss had been on you the entire day at work because corporate was in. You had done absolutely nothing wrong so there was no need for her to constantly remind you how to do your job, but you had to bite your tongue since you needed the job.
You got home and sat on the couch, kicking your shoes off the second you sat, and sent a text to Pope letting him know you were home and that he was welcome to come over. Usually, you’d go over and hang out at Smurfs for a little while but, when you’re already stressed out it’s a good idea to stay as far away from Smurf as possible. You flipped on the Tv and laid down, watching some reality tv show since you didn’t feel like changing the channel.
About 20 minutes later a knock on your door let you know Pope was there.
“You have a key for a reason!” You shouted as you dared not move from your comfortable position. You heard him mumble some snarky comment as he made his way into your house.
Pope walked up behind the couch and stared at you for a second. “I guess I don’t have to ask how your day was.”
You turned your head enough to see him and gave him a dead stare. You were just so done with the day.
“Alright, scoot over,” he said walking around the couch and wedging himself into the spot between you and the back of the couch.
You groaned and turned around pushing our face into his chest. While Pope got situated with his arms around you. You just laid there for a while, Pope running a hand through your hair and talking about some stupid job his brothers had pulled.
Eventually, Pope’s talking began to slow and his hand stopped. Looking up you saw him asleep, eyes closed and face relaxed. You smiled and snuggled close, happy to take a nap with him so close.
Filling the prompt “a fic about Van having like crazy intense nightmares very often that wake him up in the middle of the night and the only thing he wants is to be held by his gf or whatever?”
Note: A fun coincidence. I wrote this fic at 2:30 am after waking up from a nightmare. Art imitates life.
Van’s nightmares were probably the reason you were together. There was a house party when you were younger. All night you’d been stalking each other through the rooms, across the makeshift carpeted dancefloor, through the uncut backyard grass. High on life and probably a lot of other things, Van had passed out on the floor of Milo’s bedroom around 2 am. You stood in the doorway with Milo.
“Can I get a blanket for him?” you asked.
“Yeah. You know where the spares are at. Who is he anyway?”
“He came with Bond. He’s the singer of that band he joined,” you answered. Milo nodded and walked away.
After wedging a pillow under his head and covering him with a blanket, you left Van to his drunken dreams. An hour later, you stumbled back into the bedroom and collapsed on the bed. Only twenty minutes into your own slumber and you woke at the sound of Van’s hand smacking into the bedside table. His rings hit with a force that should have made him wake. You sat up and turned the lamp on. He was dead to the world but quite clearly having a nightmare. A vivid, horrible nightmare.
For probably too long, you watched his face contort into expressions of worry and fear and maybe revulsion. His left hand continued to hit close-by objects as his arm waved around. His legs twitched and when his lips parted you could hear how fast his breathing was. Your drunk brain snapped into action at the sound. On your knees next to him, you tried to gently shake him awake. No response. He whimpered and scrunched his nose up.
Sweet Things in Bitter Places [Luke Skywalker x Reader]
Request: Hi there! I was wondering if you would consider writing a space barista!reader x Luke in which Luke finds that after everything that’s gone down after ANH the only person he can really talk to is the sweet girl (the reader) who works at the caf bar on the base on Hoth. She has a unique way of understanding and solving his problems and the universe just seems simpler when he’s with her. @racheltheclumsy
Words Count: 3000+
As you waited for the caf beans to finish brewing in the caf distiller, you brushed your hair behind your ear and stifled a yawn. It had been a long day with very few of the rebels asking for anything at your small coffee stand. There had been rumors of a lifeform somewhere out in the swirling snow that had gotten everybody rushing this way and that to do their jobs. It left very little room for stopping to get even just a small cup of the bitter drink. You watched the distiller even though your customer was behind you waiting in silence. You tried to casually look around, but it seemed to make the waiting worse. Finally, after a good two minutes, you turned around to Wedge Antilles.
Eirwen leaned back in her seat, frowning, looking over her nails. They gleamed a deep wine red in the bright afternoon light; it was probably time to get them done again. She always hated doing it because it was so expensive, as she had to get the fancy gel or it wouldn’t last at all.
Her coffee was iced, as always. Summers in Val Royeaux were always so hot and dry that even in the winter she liked the chill. And the coffee at this place was always good. They knew her and made her drink perfectly.
The door chimed and she ignored it, used to the sound and the strangers that wandered in. But this was different -she heard footsteps coming towards her, felt a presence at her back. With a raised brow she turned, and her eyes widened slightly.
“Hello,” she said, looking Solas up and down. “You don’t come here very often, do you?”
“I do,” he corrected evenly, a slight smile on his lips. “But in the morning. When you are most likely not awake.”
“That is a correct assumption.”
He went to the counter and ordered a simple black coffee -because of course he did. Then he returned to her, almost nervously. “May I join you?”
“Sure. Don’t get too excited though, I’m off-duty.”
He rolled his eyes and sat across from her, noting her drink. “You like it sweet.”
She nodded. “You like it pretentious.”
He snorted and tilted his head. “You are always so abusive towards me.”
“Mm…” She took a long sip. “And yet still you sit. So,” she nodded toward the window, where bright afternoon light streamed in. “If you normally stop by in the morning, what brings you here now?”
“I am meeting with a friend.”
“Oh? What kind of friend?”
He sat back, smirking. “Why the curiosity?”
“Conversation.” The barista called his name and he stood to get his drink, then returned to her. “They must be late.”
“So it seems,” he cleared his throat and took a careful sip, jaw stiffening at the bitterness. “She never was good with deadlines.”
“A friend, Surana. So jealous,” he chided, and she scoffed. But before she could reply a tall, dark-skinned elven woman with straight black hair walked in and smiled softly at him. She was classically, absurdly beautiful, with a loose green shirt and tight blue skinny jeans adorning her statuesque figure.
Eirwen drank and sat back, raising an eyebrow. “You have a type.”
He glowered at her before gesturing for the woman to join them. She smiled and walked to them, her cork wedges clicking on the hardwood floor of the cafe. “Ina,” he said, standing to hug her. She smiled and squeezed him tightly before stepping back. “It’s so nice to see you again.” He pulled a chair for her and she sat down, thanking him profusely.
“Hi,” she said, immediately turning to Eirwen. “Ina Moss. It’s great to finally meet you, Solas has told me such wonderful things.”
“Has he?” Eirwen smirked at him, noting the slight twitch in his lips at her tone.
“Ina was originally my partner for this competition,” he explained, looking between the two girls. “She’s a dance student at VRU.”
“Really?” Eirwen raised an eyebrow, looking at her. “As an elf? How does that go?”
“About as well as you’d expect,” Ina replied, her smile fading. “There are only three of us in the entire major. It’s… difficult to get in even as a shem, but for elves?” She shook her head.
“You must be very good then,” Eirwen offered, earning another ‘look’ from Solas.
“I mean…” Ina laughed, sitting forward a bit and looking Eirwen in the eye. “I’ve been practicing for a long time.”
“It helps that you’re so gorgeous,” Eirwen replied, her intention with such a compliment unclear. Ina blushed, looking taken aback.
“Aha, thank you. You’re very pretty yourself, though. Are you Rivaini?”
Eirwen nodded. “Are you?”
“Half. My mother is Antivan-Dalish, my father is from Llomerryn. I used to visit when I was young. It’s such a beautiful country.”
“Would you like anything to drink, Ina?” Solas interjected.
Ina laughed and nodded, standing. “I came all this way and didn’t even order anything. What would you recommend?”
“Iced vanilla bean-”
Solas and Eirwen spoke at the same time, making Ina laugh awkwardly. “I… think I’ll get a cappuccino. Thanks.”
As soon as she was out of earshot Solas turned to Eirwen, who was smirking. “What?”
“Nothing. I just know why you always watch me now.”
“What? No. She’s- we are friends, Eirwen.”
“How did you meet?”
“She- does it matter?”
Eirwen raised an eyebrow.
“She was my client.”
“Maker’s breath, Solas, seriously?”
“What? It wasn’t anything unseemly. She was in a car accident and the perpetrator didn’t have insurance. Not every one of my cases is scandalous, you know.”
“She is beautiful.”
“You are beautiful, and I’m not hearing any more of this.”
Before Eirwen could respond Ina returned with her drink. She sat down and Solas glared at Eirwen, who was smirking playfully and looking far too confident for her own good.
“Ina,” Solas said, looking at her. “Would you like to take your drink elsewhere? Eirwen is heading to work soon.”
“No I’m not. I’m cat-sitting during the day, I think Lady Guinevere will be fine.”
Ina snorted, leaning toward Eirwen. “The cat’s name is Lady Guinevere?”
“She’s very fluffy and white, and very, very spoiled. Want to see pictures?”
“Yes, so much.”
Solas rolled his eyes and finished his coffee, sitting back as the two women giggled over pictures of a fat white cat. He didn’t know what to make of this; Eirwen was never actually supposed to meet Ina.
“You should come meet her sometime, she’s very sweet once you feed her.”
“Oh, I’d love to, but I’m actually leaving for Starkhaven soon.”
“Really?” Eirwen asked, surprised. “What are you doing there?”
Ina smiled, pride gleaming in her eyes. “I got cast in a show. It’s a full year, maybe more, and I get paid more than I ever would in Orlais.”
“Wow… that’s amazing. What show?”
“The Daughter of Witches. It’s a famous story from northern Ferelden, and it’s original run in Ostwick was massively popular.”
“I think I’ve heard of it.” More than heard of it- Eirwen loved that show. She’d read copies of the script when she was younger and never forgotten it. The story was about a young girl who grows up with apostates and is forced to join the Circle when she gets caught. But rather than wallowing in misery or lamenting the loss of her old life, the girl becomes stronger through her experience and eventually becomes Court Mage to the emperor. It gave her hope when she was younger that being a mage wasn’t such a curse, and she used to imagine being as strong and brave as the girl in the show.
Her heart sank, but she didn’t want to admit why. “I’m so lucky to have such a great opportunity,” Ina said, and Eirwen smiled politely at her.
“Yeah. It sounds amazing.” She cleared her throat and smiled, standing slowly. “Well, now it actually is time for me to go.” It wasn’t, but she felt too sick to stay. “Guinevere needs to be let out.”
“Oh! Well, it was so good to meet you.” Ina stood and hugged Eirwen tightly, then grinned as she pulled away. “You’re going to do amazing, I know it. Hopefully we’ll see each other again before I leave, but if not, best of luck.”
“You too.” She nodded to Solas. “I’ll see you tonight?”
“Perhaps. I’ll see how much work I have.”
She waved goodbye to both of them and headed out, wandering back toward the house she was cat-sitting at. Her heart hurt. Her chest felt heavy. It was stupid, she knew it. If anything she should be happy to see another elven woman doing so well, but something about it hurt. If Ina could be so successful, why couldn’t she?
Her phone vibrated and she paused, looking at it.
[Dance-man] Are you alright?
Solas could tell, which meant Ina probably could too. She sat down on a bench and looked out at the street. Night would fall soon enough, and she would be dancing again. She couldn’t pretend her work made her unhappy -she loved the lights and the music and being the center of attention. And dancing made her happy even if she was alone in an empty room. But meeting Ina, seeing what she could have been, sent a hollow soreness shuddering through her chest.
Her phone vibrated again.
[Dance-man] Let’s get an early dinner. You don’t start work until 8, right? We can meet at 5.
[Me] Just us?
[Dance-man] Is that a problem?
[Me] No. Is Bertel’s fine?
[Dance-man] You read my mind. I’ll pick you up in an hour then.
She had a chance with this. With him. They could work hard and blow away the rest of the competition. They could be so good that giving them anything less than victory would be a crime.
She had to prove to herself that she could be something. She had to win.
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Every morning, for the past two weeks, Robbie Rotten would awake to find a box with a note outside of his lair. The box was always a plain brown box tied with a purple ribbon. The note always on white paper with dark blue writing:
How would fem! Mikoto, Yata, Munakata, Saru, (+ Shiro and Kuro if ya still like) be able to carry themselves well when walking in high heels ~ like who would rock at stilettos/wedges etc? ;)
Fem!Mikoto - She would easily walk in them and look super sexy when doing so since she wears high-heeled boots daily. She has the body and height of a model (the average height for a model is between 5′8″ and 5′11″) so she can make almost anything look sexy.
Fem!Misaki - She’s actually really good at walking in heels, she prefers wedges over anything else. They’re easier to walk in and she looks super cute in them (especially if she wears a spring/summer dress with them). She really likes wearing them actually since they make her feel taller, though she hates how they make her feet hurt after.
Fem!Reisi - She also wears heels daily so she’s perfectly fine. Besides the usual boots she wears to work, she occasionally wears pumps or ankle strap heels. She looks like a business woman 24/7 rather than a super sexy chick.
Fem!Saru - Surprisingly, she fricking sucks at walking with heels, one of the reason is that she very rarely walks in them. The only heels she’s able to wear are kitten heels and French heels and even then she still wobbles a bit.
As for me, prom shoes have to be comfortable and fit your leg perfectly. Also they have to fix it well to avoid confuses. Remember: if you can’t walk on high heels - don’t try to make it on the prom! But if you decided to wear high heels - begin your learning of how to walk and dance on high heels in three weeks before celebrating.
- With love, Michelle xx
Marilee Burt was born
January 28th 1955 and died February 26th 1970.
Marilee’s death is a tragic one, When I first heard about this cold
case I knew it had to be the first one on this blog. I had to really
get into this case, See what I could figure out and tell Marilee’s
story. Marilee was a bright, vibrant, beautiful 15 year old when her
life was cut tragically short on a chilly evening in February 1970.
Marilee attended a Goddard Middle School basketball game for which
she was a cheerleader. Upon leaving the game Marilee made the life
altering decision to go to a friends house without notifying her
mother of the change of plans, That she wouldn’t be at the school
to be picked up. Her mother left their home and went to get her
daughter at the school. Marilee wasn’t there. Marilee had decided
to go ahead and walk to her home on Wedge Way in Columbine Valley,
Colorado. Around 7pm that fateful night Marilees’ brother Ray was
driving along and saw a girl with pig tails, He didn’t recognize
the girl as it was dark and Marilee never wore her hair in pig tails.
After driving down the road a ways he looked in his rear view mirror.
He saw a pick-up stopped beside the girl. This girl indeed ended up
being Marilee Burt, She never made it home.
worked found her nude and violated body under a bridge in Deer Creek
Canyon in Jefferson County, Co. A mere 6 miles from the home she
shared with her Mother. She was nude, her clothing and belongings
stripped from her body and never to be found. The cause of death was
determined to be strangulation, she was also raped.
1981, it was suspected that the volunteer gym instructor had
something to do with it, given his extensive record of sexually
assaulting girls and disabled women. However, in the early 2000s his
DNA was processed through the database and came back as not being a
match. The authorities in the case have stated that the DNA sample
they are testing from the Marilee Burt case could be that of an
accomplice, Which would not clear the volunteer gym coach of the
crime, just of the sexual assault.
in mind that her family stated to the police that Marilee always
followed the strict family rules about not taking rides from
strangers, It’s my opinion as well as the opinion of the
authorities that Marilee must of known the person in the truck in
order for her to get into the truck with them or even stop to talk to
them, as her brother witnessed. This to me would point the finger
directly at the gym coach, As she was due to participate in a
gymnastics exhibition the following week, Which would of involved
practice or at least communication with the gym instructor. It is
not stated whether the gym instructor had a two-toned truck or knew
of anyone who had such a truck.
was an active, social, beautiful young woman cut down in her prime.
She dreamed of going to New York, joining a ballet company, marrying
the man of her dreams. She enjoyed swimming, diving, gymnastics and
will be missed by those who remember her, If you have any information
regarding the murder of Marilee Burt, Please contact Investigator
Bruce Isaacson of the Arapahoe County Sheriff’s Office at
Warnings: Cussing,smut, First Newt Imagine EVER. Does NOT take place in the Glade.
You lived with your mom and stepdad, and big step brother Thomas, you were new to this family, but thankfully Thomas was cool, you and him got along pretty well. He started dating this girl Teresa for a while, and you all 3 would hang out at times, but it seems now it would just be him and her, you couldn’t deny you were a little bummed but you were happy they were together.
“Hey you staying in?” Thomas asks as he walks in my room
“You know I do have a door.” i said hinting he should knock
“Oh yeah! Well anyway, he what’s wrong you seem down?”
“No I’m fine, I’m just reading, you know how I get when I read.”
“Right, so are you going out tonight?”
You look at him suspiciously, “Why?”
“Me and Teresa want to spend time together…”
“Ugh you owe me big time, text me when I can come home.”
“THANK YOU!” he screamed as he hugged you tight!
“Yeah yeah yeah.” as you smile, you loved to see your brother happy.
Later that night
As your parent’s leave you start to get ready, you decided to get some ice coffee and go to the book store to read, you put on some skinny jeans, a take top, and some black shoes, and of course your beanie.
You look in the mirror and sigh, you wish you had plans this weekend, but it was summer when you moved in with Thomas, and you hadn’t made any new friends.
You start to walk down stairs and see Thomas with his girlfriend, you give her a hug and walk out the door.
You get in line at Starbucks and order what your usual drink. You notice this cute guy waiting for his drink, you purposely stand next to him just because,, why not?
Then you hear someone call your drink but then the bartista says “For Newt!”
And of course the cute guy walks and gets his drink, you were so surprised he likes the same drink as yours! Soon after your drink is called too.
Now he is at the station where you put the sugar and stuff in your drink , you have to put sugar in your coffee so you go and stand next to him.
He look’s and smiles at you, “Nice drink.”
“What? Oh yeah we like the same drink!” you smiled looked down.
He looked at you half smirking, “You have a cute smile.”
Your head shoots up like a deer in headlights, “What? Oh no no I hate my smile.”
“I like it.” he says confidently.
“Newt” he says as he holds out his hand
“Y/n” you take his hand and shake it.
“Haha I hate my name also.”
“So much hate coming from such a sweet girl, ironic.” he smiles
You just laugh and turn into a tomato.
“Well I guess I’ll see you around.” as he smiles and waves.
“Yeah most definitely!”
You both walk out the door but of course you both go in the same direction.
“Are you following me?” Newt says jokingly
“No!” you become nervous
“I’ts a joke love, don’t take everything I say too serious, I like to joke around.”
“Oh haha right! Uhm no I’m actually going to the book store, to uh, read books.”
His eyes got bigger
“That’s where I’m going.”
“You like books?!” you asked
“I love books.”
“I love them as well.” you said
“We can, walk together if you’d like.
“I’d love that.”
2 Weeks later
You spent everyday with Newt for the next two weeks. going to the book store, going to starbucks, the mall, the park, anything you could think of you went to it,and 2 weeks was all it took to fall for him. He felt the same.
“School it starting soon, what school are you going to?”
“Same as you, Maze High School.”
“Are you excited love?”
“I’m okay, just a little nervous,” you admitted
“Well I know that school like the back of my hand, so I’ll show you around, don’t worry.” he winks at you.
You just smile, he was the best, and you wanted him to be yours.
School started and the first day actually really good, Thomas made friends quickly and you sat with his group and Newt. There were mostly guys, and two girls, yo and Teresa.
You had Thomas, Newt,Minho, Alby,Gally and you two girls.
It was a good group and everybody got along, and Thomas really liked Newt, they got along perfectly, so every weekend you would all hang out for the most part unless someone couldn’t, but most of you all would make it. It was kinda tradition.
This time Newt told you that you and him were just hanging out this friday, you were curious why so you went over to Teresa’s house.
“OMG Y/N HE WANTS TO ASK YOU OUT!”
“YES! He totally has a crush on you and this weekend he is totally going to make you his.”
“Newt , wants to be with me?”
“Well duh! It’s totally obvious. Wait you like him too right?”
“well duh! It’s just he would be my first boyfriend, and I’m so new to this”
“He is your first boyfriend? So he will be your first everything awe how cute!”
“I don’t feel so good.” you got super nervous and went into a feetle position.
“Oh come on Y/n! You can do this!”
“Ugh okay okay.”
That friday you told Newt to pick you up at Teresa’s house, which was perfect because Thomas was actually with Newt.
“Dude so are you excited to be my sisters boyfriend?” Thomas asked
“We aren’t together yet!”
“Yet…” he winks at Newt, Newt just rolled his eyes and put his hands in his face.
“This is hopeless.”
“Never fear! Thomas is here, and I am gonna dress you up and make you look sexaaaaaay!”
“I don’t understand how you’re my best friend sometimes.”
Time has past and Newt is about to pick you up, you’re wearing a crop top with a long skirt,, and wedges, it was pretty hippie chic, but you liked it.
*Door bell rings*
“Oh no it’s him!”
“You say it like it’’s a bad thing girl haha.”
You both walk down and open the door, and you see Newt smiling like crazy.
He was wearing black skinny pants, with a shirt with a v neck, and black shoes.
“Did I overdress?”
“Of course not, you look gorgeous.!” as he came in and kissed your cheek.
“Okay guy’s time for pictures!” Thomas says while holding a Polaroid
“You got to be kidding me.” Newt says
“Thomas!” you yell
“What?” Both Teresa and Thomas ask
“You both are acting like my parents.” You said as yo giggle, knowing it was all fun and games. You both walk out and holding hands, until you reach the car. Newt opens the door for you and closes it. Gentlemen. Then he drives you to the park.
“What are we doing here?”
You tired walking but your wedges kept sinking in the grass. Newt could tell.
“Take it off.”
“Your shoes love.”
Oh!” you take them off and he picks you up bridal style.
As you get closer to the lake he tells you to close your eyes, you do.
He then sets you down on the ground and he says “Now, open.”
You open and your mouth drops.
Lights everywhere, a picnic table just for the two of you, candle light, and apple cider, he really out did himself.
You walk to the table and sit down he pours you some apple cider into a champagne glass, so romantic. and you start to talk and talk.
“Truth or dare.” you ask
“You heard me,”
“Go run in the lake.” you giggle
“The bloody hell?”
“Come on I dare ya.”
“I tripple dog dare YOU to jump in with me.”
“Okay fine.” you take off your tank top and your skirt and start runing, Newt was not prepared.
“Wait Y/n!” he starts taking off his clothes and jumps in it as well, the both of you just laugh and splash water at one an other. Until Newt pulls you in by the hips and looks at you deep in your eyes.
“Newt…” you start to look away nut then he pulls your chin up with the tip of his finger and gives you a kiss, but not just a kiss, one filled with so much passion. You start to tug and pull his hair, he picks you up under water and holds you by your butt, once he has a grip he starts to kiss down your neck, letting little moans come out of you as you give him full exposure of your neck, giving him an advantage.
“Y/n, I need to ask you something.”
“Yes?” as you get nervous.
“Will you, uhm, will you be my girlfriend?”
“Of course I will.” you kiss him and he starts to kiss back.
As you guy’s get done he see’s your body as you walk out of the lake, he could’t help but stare.
“i can’t wear my clothes I’m still wet.”
“I can fix that.”
You go into the car and he puts on the heater, you sit on his lap while he is trying to make you warm. Then Newt notice something, you’re both in your underwear, this some what turns him on, as you could feel him growing.
“Can you blame me?
You start to laugh, “Here ill sit on the other chair.”
As you start to get up your butts right in his face.
“Y/n this is NOT helping!”
“I’m sorry.” you sit back on his lap and pout.
“Fuck it.” he grabs your cheeks are presses your lips with his once again
As the windows started to steam up , the kisses got more messy
AS you get off of Newt and go in the back you tell him to come with you, he does.
your feet pressed up against the window your fingers scratching down Newt’s back as he starts to grind his bare dick on your black lace panties. moaning profanities into your ear.
“Newt wait!” as he took off the rest of your clothes.
“Th-this is my first time.”
Newt made an O shape with his mouth.
“Is it yours?” you asked.
“No, not at all love.”
“I’m actually quite scared.”
We don’t have to do it-”
“No I want to, it’s just it’s my first time.”
“I’ll guide you through it.”
“Thank you Newt.”
He kissed you on your nose, be fore slowly thrusting into you.
You start to feel pain and all sorts of emotions.
“Shhh love it’s okay, I got you, I got you.” as he kissed your forehead.
Soon the pain became pleasure, and you got used to it.
It felt like his dick was in your tummy, Newt’s dick was huge,, you didn’t know Newt was so good, one hand was between your sweaty bodies rubbing at your clit. Newt’s mouth went to your neck biting at the skin, sucking on it making blood rise to the surface leaving purple bruises. You’ll be covering that up the next morning.Later Newt started to feel like he was going to cum.
“Shit, I’m gonna cum.”
He took out his dick and started to rub it sending him over the edge. After he was done he went straight to you
He reached his hand down sliding his fingers into you, curling them up your back arched skin stuck to the seat.
“NEWT! as you moan his name louder and louder.
His fingers started moving faster, he leaned down kissing your lips and you came, as you catch your breath, you grabbed him pulling him on top of you, kissing him one more time.
“And to think my mom wasn’t going to let me take the car tonight.”
You start to laugh and push him jokingly, maybe moving to a new city, finding new friends, new family, and now new boyfriend, wasn’t so bad after all.
Summary: “Wait he let you use a thermometer on him? How come you wouldn’t let me?” Stiles asked, a little wounded.
Derek looked to him with a raised eyebrow, “because last time you shoved it in and I almost choked.”
“Well there’s a lot of things I shove–”
“Son,” his father warned.
“There you go, let it out babe– jesus fucking christ this smells terrible,” Stiles said, all but gagging at the acidic smell of bile in the toilet. Derek was hunched over it, claws scraping at the porcelain with each gut wrenching wave of nausea that flooded him.
“That’s not very–”
His boyfriend didn’t have time to finish whatever he was saying because another splash of yellow-ish looking stuff was being emptied into the bowl of the toilet. If Stiles had to look away so he totally didn’t sympathy vomit all over Derek’s head that was for him to know and him to know only. By the time this wave of vomit ended Derek was sliding back against the wall, using toilet paper to wipe his mouth before flushing it along with everything else.
Stiles grabbed a washcloth from the cabinet and made it damp with cold water, bending back down to press against Derek’s forehead.
“Alright…think you’re done for now?” He asked softly.
“Yeah,” Derek muttered, voice raspy and breath a little gnarly.
Stiles offered a small smile as he hooked his arms under Derek’s, helping the guy back on his feet and back to bed. It’s been like this for a few days, this was probably the worst of it. Constant stomach ache, hot and cold flashes, vomiting up anything eaten, and Stiles absolutely hated seeing Derek like this.
Pale and weak and just overall unhealthy.
When Derek whimpered occasionally Stiles’ heart did horrible flips behind his ribs. Like he said…he absolutely hated seeing Derek like this.
“Do you think we could try some tea soon? You’ve literally eaten a saltine today,” Stiles suggested while laying the werewolf into bed, pulling the covers up while keeping the bedside bucket close in case making it to the bathroom again wasn’t possible.
Without words a hand wrapped around his wrist and pulled him into bed, Stiles’ face getting smashed into the mattress as a result. A small chuckle left Derek’s mouth and Stiles rolled his eyes fondly while adjusting his position so they were next to each other. Stiles flipped to his side, his nose burying itself into the messy hair Derek was sporting while his arms wrapped themselves around the broad expanse of chest.
“Your toes are really cold against mine,” Derek said and Stiles felt like he nearly snapped his ankles with how fast he moved them.
“Sorry about my cold toes shnookums,” Stiles huffed, kissing at Derek’s heated temple.
“You know I hate that pet name.”
With a smile he lifted his head up, “shut your eyes and rest while you can.” He curled back in after that, waiting until Derek’s breathing evened out and the heartbeat under his fingers was calm before letting his own eyes slip shut for a while.
“I’m not drinking that,” Derek whined, using his fingers to plug his nose like a child who wasn’t eating their vegetables. Narrowing his eyes Stiles looked from Derek and the mug then back again.
“It’s ginger tea and it’s supposed to help with vomiting, you’ve been vomiting for three days, ergo you’re drinking this damn tea Derek,” Stiles said with finality, putting the warm mug -the one Derek bought him for Christmas, it was a Stormtrooper helmet- into Derek’s hands.
The werewolf looked at him, a scowl on his face. That whole sourwolf thing hasn’t worked for years. Stiles crossed his arms, arching a brow in warning but thankfully Derek put on his big boy pants and took a sip of the tea, pulling it away while making a face.
He took the mug away, setting it on the nightstand -with a fucking coaster because Derek insisted that their furniture wouldn’t have stains on it- before sitting on the edge of the bed to make sure his boyfriend was okay.
“It’s already healed–”
Derek didn’t finish his sentence nor did Stiles have any warning time whatsoever by the time vomit was being sprayed onto the bed and both of them. What was Stiles’s first reaction? Scream like a little child and flail around like a fish out of water. Classy.
His second reaction was a lot more…calm and collected which involved him taking into account how embarrassed Derek actually looked, cheeks a furious red and eyes downcast.
“Okay…no more tea, we need to get us and the bed cleaned up,” he said, jumping into action.
Eventually he got the sheets all wrapped up and Derek in the shower within five minutes of the incident. He settled on just changing shirt before frantically calling both his father over and Melissa. One armed with broth from the soup house in town the other armed with medicine for Derek.
Yes, Stiles truly had the “hook-up” and only offered the best for his boyfriend.
He grabbed a new set of lounge clothes for Derek, setting them on the bathroom counter for when he finished the shower. Right on time the loft door opened, his father and Melissa walking in both looked equally as worried.
“Ginger tea didn’t work?” Melissa asked.
“Nope, he actually just threw it up all over himself, me, and the bed,” Stiles said while pointing to the stripped bed. The two gave him looks of pity before moving to unload everything they brought. Melissa went over two pill bottles one had enough anti-nausea medication for a horse and the other was medical prescription grade stuff for the headaches Derek was getting. Meanwhile his father pulled out two containers of hot broth as well as some ginger candy which may be a better alternative than tea.
The three of them paused when the bathroom door clicked open, Derek stepping out hesitantly. Stiles walked over, running a hand over the back of Derek’s neck where beads of water were still stuck to his hair.
“I kinda needed to call back up,” Stiles said with a small shrug, “is it okay that they’re here?”
“It’s fine,” Derek muttered, nose crinkling, “but what’s not is the fact you still smell like vomit.”
That got a laugh from the other two and Stiles looked to them with a mock look of betrayal on his face. “Okay…jeez hint taken, I’ll take a shower,” he huffed, moving Derek to the couch before making his way to the bathroom.
Did he scrub his body a little harder where he got hit with puke? Yes. Yes he did. Honestly though he can’t be one to judge considering he threw up on the walls all the time as a kid because he couldn’t make it to the bathroom, like, ever.
Besides it is now over and done with; water under the bridge, bodies freshly showered, ruined sheets in the wash. Fully dressed and feeling much better Stiles made his way out of the bathroom, pausing as the cold loft air hit his steam heated skin. The TV was on, fucking Buffy once again -it was secretly the cutest thing to Stiles though…because werewolves, duh- with Derek watching it.
This time was different though.
This time he was sharing a big fuzzy blanket with both Melissa and his father. Melissa was taking the time to run her hands through Derek’s hair in slow and lazy motions. His father was holding a mug full of broth with a straw in it for Derek while making jokes at the episode playing.
Without hesitation he pulled out his phone taking about ten billion pictures.
“Stiles…stop it and come here,” his father said when he was caught red handed. Shrugging he put his phone in his BHHS hoodie pocket before walking over to wedge himself between his father and Derek, feeling oh-so cozy.
“I took his temperature when you showered, it’s a little higher than normal. He also took some medicine,” Melissa said.
“Wait he let you use a thermometer on him? How come you wouldn’t let me?” Stiles asked, a little wounded.
Derek looked to him with a raised eyebrow, “because last time you shoved it in and I almost choked.”
“Well there’s a lot of things I shove–”
“Son,” his father warned and that got a laugh pulled from Melissa and a blush to cross Derek’s face. Stiles smirked and curled into Derek’s side feeling shameless. He was an adult with a boyfriend and unlike high school he was so not a virgin, stuff like that was bound to be said.
For a long while they stayed curled up, watching Netflix, his father making witty jokes about Willow and Spike, and Melissa honestly using her mom powers to get Derek to finish the broth without vomiting. As the sun began to set was when the party ended, his father saying he needed sleep for his night shift later and Melissa saying that Scott was stopping by her house soon.
“If you need it take the medicine again in twelve hours for nausea, take the migraine one whenever you need,” Melissa instructed, leaning down to kiss Derek’s cheek before she made her way to the door, offering a wave to Stiles.
“With him around I think I’ll need another bottle,” Derek teased.
Stiles gasped, smacking his arm playfully.
His father stood as well, a hand clasping around Derek’s shoulder, “call me if you need anything Son.”
It didn’t take a genius to realize that “son” wasn’t directed to Stiles. He watched his boyfriend’s eyes widen significantly, something between complete happiness and pure fear washed over his features. There was a moment of silence and Stiles was afraid to even breath, watching their eye contact convey something between them, something Stiles couldn’t even begin to decipher.
“Thanks John,” Derek muttered, voice breaking.
Stiles felt himself nearly coo when the two went in for a hug, his heart melting when his father added, “when you’re ready you can call me dad.”
Then as quick as they came the two left leaving him and Derek in the loft alone. Glancing over to his boyfriend he saw the broken look on his face, green eyes all watery. It made him reach for the puke bucket that had been moved over from the bed.
“Babe?” Stiles prompted, knowing if he needed it or if the tears were the byproduct of something else.
Derek shook his head, wiping his eyes, “‘m fine…can we just cuddle and watch more Buffy?”
Pairing: ReaderXSam - Dean tries to butt in sorta (Supernatural)
Prompt: The Winchester brothers take on another case going in as their normal FBI personas only to be met by you, a fellow hunter with a fellow fake name and badge.
Song Inspiration: Muse by OCAD Lyrics: “the one thing he should know is I can also wear the pants with my fucking heels on, looking like a real strong women”
Written by: Claire
“Hello, Agents Jackie and Brown, FBI, we’re here to see the files from the previous murder case that took place in Evergreen Falls.” Sam Winchester spoke strongly, him and his brother, Dean, holding up their imitated FBI badges in synchronization.
“There a reason the FBI sent three of you?” the officer standing behind the large, half circle, oak desk asked. Sam and Dean looked at one another quickly before returning their eyes to the young man in front of them.
“He drove his own car here but we still need to fill out a report so can we just see the same file that he was looking at?” Dean spoke in a quick attempt to cover him and his brothers asses.
“You mean she?” the young man asked, a confused look on his face now.
“Of course, my partners a little tired.” Sam retorted quickly as to not cause any more suspicion.
“Ok.” the young man spoke slowly, his southern drawl somehow becoming even more noticeable even in the one word response. “And she’s still here, go down the hall and take the second door on the left, that’s the file room and where Agent Braelynn is.” the man said, pointing down the beige colored hall.
“Great.” Dean fakely smiled before turning in the direction of the hall and making his way down it, Sam right on his heels. “What they hell do we do when we get in there?” Dean whisper yelled to Sam once they both reached the door marked ‘files’.
“Calm down, we just go with it, worst comes to worst we call Bobby and he’ll pretend to be our boss like always.” Sam coaxed. Dean huffed before opening the door and walking into the room. -The space was small, very small. The same beige walls filled the room as they did the halls, however the walls were barely visible behind the floor to ceiling shelves that sat overflowing with boxes of unorganized files. The only open corner of the room was inhabited by a rotating fan that creaked with every half turn. In the center of the room stood a table with three metal and rather uncomfortable looking chairs, all of which were covered in chipping black paint. Bent over the table inspecting a open file was you. You were wearing a loose, sleeveless, white, blouse, long and tan pants that flared out at your lower calf, and black heels. Your hair was pushed back out of your face, tucked lazily behind your ears.
“Hello Agent Braelynn.” Sam spoke in a firm voice. You couldn’t help but jump a bit as his voice broke the silence you had been standing in for the past twenty minutes. You turned to size up whoever the voice came from only to notice that you were in the presence of Sam and Dean Winchester. The two hunters were well known, especially in New York City which was your neck of the monster infested woods. You smiled slightly, ready to have some fun with this.
“You have me at a disadvantage” you smirked, walking slowly up to Sam and shaking his hand, your eyes not dropping from his. “I don’t know your name.”
“He’s Daniel Jackie, I’m Dean, Dean Brown.” Dean said, walking up and basically wedging his body in between yours and Sams.
“Well Dean and Daniel, I take it you’re FBI like me, so what does your big bad boss want from you?” you questioned a smirk still on your face, ready to watch them squirm for a response, and squirm they did.
“Um, he didn’t really say, uh, he just wanted a, um, a copy of the, uh, report.” Sam stuttered, partly from the attraction he felt to you and also partly from attempting to make up a believable lie.
“Lucky, my boss wants me to track down every witness and get another statement in detail about what they saw that night.” you bullshitted easily. Being a hunter, lying was natural to you.
“Sounds rough.” Dean spoke, his eyes just now finishing their scan of you.
“It is.” you sighed, turning back towards the table, walking slowly over and bending back over the open files, your butt pointed directly at the boys. “What did you guys say your bosses name was?” you asked from over your shoulder, your index finger and thumb flipping the paper quickly.
“We didn’t, and it’s Singer.” Sam spoke, his voice choking slightly as his eyes stayed glued to your body.
“Why does that sound familiar?” you asked, standing up and turning around quickly. The boys looked at you with a pale expression on their faces. You bit your lip as though you were deep in thought. “Is his first name Bobby by any chance?” you asked.
“Nope.” Dean responded quickly, shaking his head.
“Huh.” you shrugged. “I must be mixing him up with someone.” you turned back around and grabbed a tan blazer that had been hanging off the side of a chair. “Well it’s been nice talking but I have to go.” you spoke as you threw your blazer on over your blouse. You quickly walked past the boys feeling their eyes watch you and opened the door. “Oh and by the way Sam and Dean.” you said before moving your body completely out into the hall. “I’m Y/N Y/L/N, I’ll see you at Bobby’s later.” and with that you left the boys in the hot room, the fan still creaking, their expressions confused.