#six sisters stuff freezer meals

[tiredfox64]

I was wondering if you could write about Smoke and the reader have already been married and they have kids of their own (2 or 3) and Kuai Liang and Harumi decided to give them a break by watching the kids while Tomas and the reader go on a date night and when they come back they see Kaui Liang and Harumi look exhausted and lost while the kids are being rambunctious? Lol

Never Again, Not Even for Cake

Prior notes: I’ve babysat my niece once. I ended up telling my fiancé my baby fever was gone. Still looking for it. (I’ll get to the other requests soon)

Pairing: Tomas x Afab reader

Warnings ‼️: A child (no)

Ah yes, life’s pleasures. Fall in love, get married, have yourself a little family, the good stuff. Ah but hey, did anyone tell you have difficult kids could be?

Well, Tomas was a child once, but that doesn’t help. You did come from a large family, that helps. It was like living with bunnies. Even if you were the youngest there was always a cousin, niece, or nephew to help with. So you got the hang of this.

The first were a pair of twins, god help you. Two rambunctious boys who went behind their father’s back and learned smoke magic themselves. They aren’t skilled but they like to use it for pranks. And when they turned five, what do you think happened? That’s right! You fell pregnant again! This time with a baby girl.

So now you and Tomas have a family with a pair of six year old twins and a one year old baby girl. Take a guess, when was the last time you ever caught a break? Long time ago. That’s why Kuai Liang and Harumi stepped up and decided to babysit. That’s what good godparents do. You were a little skeptical since you never really knew how good they were with kids. But they constantly said it won’t be bad, you two need a break, you guys haven’t had a date in a while, etcétera etcétera. You caved, now the lovely couple stands in your home, ready to babysit.

“Are you sure you two can do this? You do realize the twins are sneaky? The little one found out she can grab things now.” You kept blabbering and Tomas had to reassure you.

“My love, I’m sure they will be fine. Kuai Liang helped raise me so I’m sure he can deal with the boys.”

“But-“

“We know the milk is in the fridge we just need to warm it up. She is teething so there are frozen teething toys in the freezer. The boys will eat anything and they like to sit down to watch Power Rangers.” Harumi quickly shut you down by going over some of the key points you told them.

“I still don’t think your use of the television is a great idea when calming the boys down.” Kuai Liang critiqued as if he has any say.

“It’s just a tv, Kuai Liang. Other parents do worse you have no idea.” You snapped back.

“Okay, love, I think we should get going. They look like they can handle themselves. Goodbye! Thank you again!” Tomas thanked his brother and sister in law before dragging you out of the house.

Finally a moment of freedom.

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A simple dinner alone was already a treat itself. Not having to force the twins to sit down, stop fighting, and just eat their food was a relief. Or your baby crying in the middle of the meal and having to listen for a good minute to figure out what she wants. The worst is when she’s just crying for no reason and you can’t do anything but let it pass.

There was none of that. Just you and Tomas having a yummy meal. It took you back to the time when you two were just dating. You could never really sit down since Tomas seemed paranoid he would be caught sneaking out of practice. He’d always scare you by popping out of no where from a puff of smoke. It wasn’t ever a big deal and he’d take your hand to go get some food. You commonly would steal from his plate whenever you could but you would give something back in return. A trade. He was happy to see that you still do that even when you guys are now married. You haven’t changed a bit and he was happy with that. Not even becoming a mother could suppress your personality.

You still look as gorgeous as the day he met you and he still looks so handsome. You never doubted your relationship with him. Never doubted marrying him or having kids with him. This date shows that there is a still a strong spark between you.

Not even when the dinner was done did the date truly end. You guys walked, talked, and laughed together. Never even a mention of the kids. Oh that’s right, the kids.

“It’s getting pretty late. You think we should start heading back? We did tell that that we would be out for three hours.” You suggested.

Tomas took a moment to think about it. Yes, it was getting pretty late. Late enough that the kids might need to be put down for bed soon. But…

“Nope, I think they will be okay with us being out for another hour. It’s not like the kids have anywhere important to be tomorrow so they can stay up late.” Eh, good enough, may the date go on!

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You and Tomas felt more rejuvenated. All smiles and laughter. You even felt good enough to get Kuai Liang and Harumi a whole cheesecake as another thanks for babysitting. You of course had to get the twins their own slice or else they won’t even shut up.

What you didn’t expect is to walk into was pure chaos. Your motherly instincts kicked in the moment you heard the baby crying. A cry of pain, probably the teething. Ah but Harumi looks like she’s in more pain. The baby had a tight grip on her long hair. That’s what you forgot to tell her. The baby yanks so she should put her hair up. Well at least Kuai Liang was safe from that.

…never mind the boys got him. He looked like a shell of his former self. His bun was so close to unraveling. At least nothing was on fire so that means they didn’t trick him into using his powers.

You placed the desserts on the kitchen table before running to Harumi. You forced your baby girl to open her hands and let go of Harumi’s beautiful black hair. It looked all messy now when it’s usually all smoothed down. You opened the freezer door and popped in the first frozen teething toy you could see. Immediately the crying stopped and she was satisfied once more.

Poor Kuai Liang, the twins are yanking at him and asking him to do more tricks. What is it with boys and arson? Tomas came over quickly to yank them off him, holding them by the back of their shirts. Looking around you could see the living room was in shambles.

“What in the world happened here?!” You yelled out.

“Why didn’t you say anything about them using smoke magic?” Kuai Liang asked in a tired voice.

“We told you they were sneaky.” You said.

“That’s not-!” He stopped himself from screaming at you.

Tomas placed both boys down on the ground again before scolding them into apologizing and cleaning the living room up.

“I mean look, you lived. You still have head on your hair,” You pointed at Harumi, “And you still have your sanity in tact.” Referring to Kuai Liang.

That was a lie they look utterly exhausted. Traumatized even. You’ve never seen these two that disheveled before. Hell, not even you looked this way after giving birth to the twins. Though their looks didn’t stop Tomas from asking for something else.

“Thank you so much for taking care of the kids, Kuai Liang,” he pulled his brother in closely to whisper something, “Could you come back next week? I want to take her out again.”

Kuai Liang damn near looked like he would kill his brother. He didn’t say anything. He just took Harumi’s hand and went out the door. They didn’t even take the cheesecake. Oh well! More for the family!

After notes: I’m sorry if this seems disfuncional. I ended up crying during my speech today so I feel off. I’ll be done with this semester soon. Only three weeks to go. Adiós!

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[deliciousrecipes2]

FREEZER MEALS For Instant Pot - 15 Freezer Meals

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[sopafa]

The other side of the immortality P2

WARNING: HEAVY ANGST & MAYOR CHARACTER DEATH

SUMMARY: Douxie sees his friends grow old and die. It's harder than it looks

R18+

It had been 6 months.

Six. Fucking. Months.

It was not enough time to whole process the departure of the trollhunter when Clara went next.

Since the day the Wizard digested the fact that the trollhunter was not around anymore, he purposed himself to spend more time with his beloved ones. So he started to visit Tobias & Darci, Aja & Steve, and Eli & Krel houses. He liked to still talk to them, but if he had to be honest, he liked to spend more time with Claire.

Deep in his heart, he knew that he had always appreciated more Claire, after all, she had been his apprentice, he had reached her how to use and control her magic, and she was as a little sister to him. Even when her complexion was covered with wrinkles, even when her hands shake for the age, and her hair didn't look the same; she was still his little sister. And he loved her.

Douxie liked to spend time with her.

He visited her, and each day he took the time to call her, just to say "good morning" and "how have you been feeling?"

Douxie got a vacation period. It was short. Less than a week actually. But he used that time to go and spend the days on Claire's side. So he made a little backpack and went to visit her. He stayed in her home for 6 days. He took care of her -and Jim's- grandsons while some of their children -that now were adults- thanked him to help them, and visit her.

The Jim memory was still strong living inside the house. A little spot on the living room had some pictures of him, and a couple of flowers and candles were always decorating it. Claire always talked about him, a melancholic tone on her voice, and sometimes a couple of tears rolled through her cheeks.

Douxie had won an important place on the shadow witch's heart. He made her smile.

Like, truly smile.

With his goofy and dumb attitude, he painted a sweet smile on her lips. And each morning, during breakfast, he told her that she looked beautiful, even when she was still in her pajamas, or if she hadn't taken a bath in days, even when she smelled like raisins and cookies because for Douxie's eyes, she actually was still the same Claire.

One day, Enrique Jr. -one of their grandsons- asked him if they could get some ice cream. Douxie, as the best uncle he was, obviously accepted, and took all the children with him. The teenager and the other 5 children went to a little ice cream shop near the house, Hisirdoux does not remember what the kids ordered, but he can't forget the single cup of lemon ice cream that he asked for Claire. She didn't go with them, she was too tired to walk to the shop, but she asked her Teach to bring her something. Douxie knew that lemon ice cream was her favorite. He paid for the desserts before returning with a bunch of happy children.

When he went to Claire to give her the ice cream, she only took two spoonfuls before asking him to save the cup on the fridge for later. Douxie didn't hesitate and did what she asked.

The next day Douxie had to return home. He had work, and a bunch of other stuff on his hands, but at least he had spent a beautiful "week" with Claire.

Two days passed. Tree maybe.

It was a Wednesday. That's the only he can remember.

He woke up early, he went to open the book store, and it was around 7.13 a.m. when a call came to his phone.

"Hisirdoux" It was NotEnrique.

"Oh, hello man." Douxie complain inside his head, that channeling only called him when he needed something, so he started to create a list on his mind of the possible things he could ask him.

"It's Zoe and Archie there?" He looked at the backdoor that connected to his department.

"Yeah, why?"

The tome of NotEnrique changed.

"Its Claire." The smile of his face erase "She is not longer with us"

Silence.

"Douxie? You know what I mean, right?" The voice of NotEnrique started to brek "My sister is gone".

And he was on autopilot again.

He clung to the phone on his hands and walked to his department, he opened the door of his bedroom without caring waking up Zoe, and he kneeled on Archie's bed.

The familiar looked at him.

"Claire passed away". He said, with the voice of NotEnrique sobbing trou the phone speaker.

"Oh, no..." Archie and Zoe shared a look.

He took the same backpack of the trip he had done a week ago and changed the clothes inside. Archie prepared some food for the road, and Zoe took the keys. They were going to Arcadia.

They were going to go see Clair.

The trip was quiet, Hisirdoux put on his headphones and listened to some music the whole way, but again, he couldn't cry.

When they finally arrived they didn't let him see her body.

"They are preparing her for the coffin. The embalmed is a process that can't be stopped". Someone explained him.

He found NotEnrique in minutes.

"How-" Douxie started.

The channeling bit his lips before start "She did not wake up. She passed away sleeping. And she was- she was so peaceful- Her look was-" The wizard nodded.

"When are we going to be able to see her?"

"The wake starts tomorrow, 5 a.m. For now, why don't you come with me to the house? All her grandsons and kids want to see you".

They asked him if he was fine. They asked him so many times.

But in this time, he told the truth.

"I'm not fine. But I do not believe that she is gone" Douxie said. "I know when I figure the new, it's going to hurt. I know it. And I want to cry, because if I let this accumulate, as I did with Jim..."

"Hey" Blinky put a hand on his shoulder. "I know what that feels. But can I tell you something? It is better to broke in here, to have a meltdown in here. Where we -your family- are, so that way we can help you, and be with you. So take your time, but leave us help"

Aaaarghhh nodded, and Douxie felt appreciated for that.

He woke around 3.30 a.m. He took a bath and dresses in the same black suit he used before. They were in the car at 4:30 and whey arrive at the mortuary at 5.

On the day of Claire's wake, it was raining. I huge storm with thunders and lightning received the new day, as a way of the universe to cry about the Witch's death. Douxie believed that it was beautiful, and yet, too out of a movie to be real. Ironic, right?

There was no one inside when they arrived. Obviously, who crazy idiot would be on a mortuary at fucking 5 a.m.?

Well, only two wizards, their cat-dragon-familiar, and two of the passed away's children.

In the beginning, Douxie couldn't get near the coffin. He just, couldn't.

But after a moment, he did.

It was just as NotEnrique had said. She looked so peaceful, and a sweet smile was drawn on her lips. She didn't look dead. She looked asleep.

But even after seeing her, Douxie couldn't digest the news.

The ceremony before the burial was around 1 p.m. By that moment, the rain had stopped and a blue sky shined outside, trolls and humans were inside the church to commemorate her fellow, and Zoe took Douxie's hand when they got in.

The whole ceremony he couldn't lease a single word of that the pastor was saying, he just sank in his thoughts, remembering all their moments together, and their last week...

That's when he broke.

Zoe saw him sank his head between his hands, and start sobbing. Fat tears and laments of sadness escaped through his body. She hugged him during most part of the ceremony.

At least, until the pastor asked to her family to came in front. NotEnrique and Douxie were also asked to join, and put their hands upon the coffin. They prayed some last words, and then Douxie listed it.

No blast or spots of blue magic came. No broken windows this time. Nothing but true sad emotions.

Douxie does not remember what happened next, but Blinky does.

The wizard clung to the wooden box in front of him, and kneel to it as if his feet didn't work anymore.

The ceremony ended and he was still there, clinging to her side, sobbing strong and fast.

But they needed to move the coffin. They needed to translate her to the cemetery. And they couldn't do it if Douxie was still held in it.

It took both Aaarghh force and Blinkus 6 arms to pull him out. Blinky hugged him by the back, to stop him to return running to the coffin, and slowly he seated up on the floor, pulling Douxie with him.

Hisirdoux saw how they slowly took Claire off of the church, he saw it through the whole way, and he screamed between sad sobs, he didn't care about making a scene. He needed to be on her side. He needed to say goodbye.

BUT HE DIDN'T WANTED TO SAY GOODBYE.

When they downed the coffin inside the grave, he left a white flower in it.

They asked to leave a ground fist, but he couldn't do it.

"I will always going to give her flowers, she loved flowers. But I'm not going to put a ground fist, because you're asking me to bury her. And I'm never going to do that".

The worst part was after the funeral when all the kids asked him to make them something to eat. So, he did, he opened the fridge, searched for some frozen meals in the freezer, and when he saw the cup of lemon ice cream, half-eaten, still with the plastic spoon that he had given her.

Since that day, Douxie never ate Lemmon ice cream again.

In memory of C.A. & P.M.  My own Jim and Claire.

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[scarletwinterxx]

Timeless Finale - Doyoung AU

First of all, I’m so sorry it took a while to finish this series. To be honest I struggled with writer’s block during this whole story, but those moments when ideas pop in my head I rush to my computer and get as much work done as possible so I hope you like it! Second, Resonance pt. 2 !! this whole era gave us so many memories, it’s a bit sad to think that it might take a while before we see all of the boys work together again but for now let’s enjoy and appreciate all of their efforts and hardwork 💚💚 

How about you lovelies, which track has been your favorite for this whole NCT 2020 era? Deja Vu is definitely up there for me. okay okay moving on. hope you enjoy this last chapter!!

For my other works you can check them out here, and for my other story series’ you can check them out here.

All works are copyrighted ©scarletwinterxx 2020 . Do not repost, re-write without the permission of author.

PART ONE || PART TWO || PART TWO.5 || PART THREE || PART FOUR || PART FIVE || PART SIX || FINALE

“Doie, you’re going to be late”

The early morning sun peeking between the blinds, It’s probably a good time to get up but the bed is all warm and cozy it’s a literal struggle to get up. That and this whole human being currently laying on top of me

“Five more minutes” he answered, the same one he’s said about three times now. Then I felt a kiss on my nose, my cheeks, my forehead, and just about every part of me he could reach. After that he just nuzzled his face on the crook of my neck, my arms automatically hugging him closer to me 

I don’t have it in me to tell him to stop when he’s being this adorable, who knew the Kim Doyoung could be this adorable? I wanted nothing more than keep him here with me but I remembered he has a few important meetings to attend so the next kiss he was supposed to give me was blocked by my hand

“Yah, what are you doing?” He asked, swatting my hand away so now we’re face to face again. I smiled at the sight, he had this little pout on that makes him look like a cute little bunny

“I’d love to stay with you here all day, but you have meetings to go to”

“I’m the boss, I can cancel it” he said then went in for another kiss but this time I pushed him off me

“I’m sure you can but you won’t, we’re going to be responsible adults. We don’t want your dad thinking it’s a bad decision handing the company over to you”

“Maybe after this he won’t call me in, I can just spend the whole day in bed with you” he said, his arm pulling me to him so this time I was the one on top of him

“And what about your work?”

“You can just provide for me” I rolled my eyes at his answer knowing full well he’s just joking

“Come on, we can cuddle more later” I said then kissed him on the chin before pushing myself of him

“Cuddle and more later?” 

“You won’t find out unless we get on with our day” I called back to him as I make my way to the bathroom. 

That’s how our mornings usually starts. 

After everything that had happened and after getting back with Doyoung, we can finally say we’re on the same page. No more doubts, no more walls in between us, no more hidden glances and secrets. I can truly say that we’re happier this time. 

Of course we’ve talked about what happened: my reasons for running away, what I did in the past year, what he did in the past year. And now we’re here, a couple of months after I returned. 

We both feel more at ease after finally admitting our feelings, we decided not to jump back to being engaged. Like Doyoung said, it didn’t feel like a real relationship. Now we do things as we want, at our own pace.

“You’re all smiley this morning” I hear Doyoung say, looking up to see him leaning by the doorway

“Just thinking, you’re still making dinner for tonight right?”

“Mhm, don’t forget Jeno’s visiting this weekend” he told me while walking to where I was, picking up his own toothbrush from the shelf

“I didn’t forget, and that was one time”

“You forgot that your brother was visiting?”

“I was busy moving!” it was around the time I moved in my new apartment, which is pretty pointless now. I mostly stay over at Doyoung’s nowadays. Like last night when I said was going back at my place but he kept on insisting it was too late and I should just spend the night. 

He knows I can’t say no to him when he shows me the occasional cute pout, the one he’s reserved for times like that.  

After getting ready for the day we went our separate ways to work, It went as it normally would. I was happy with my decision of moving back here. I talked to my parents and they were just glad I was fine and happy. I couldn’t be more thankful of how supportive they are of me. 

Slowly but surely things were going back to normal, this time I know there’s no running away. 

“What do you mean I was the embarrassing sister? who said I couldn’t cheer you on your first basketball game?” I asked Jeno who was sheepishly smiling at me, his adorable eye smile on full display making him look all innocent

“It was a kid’s game. You almost fought another kid when they nudge me a bit too hard” he chuckled, meanwhile Doyoung was just looking back and forth between us with a fond smile on his face “You feel on the floor, he’s lucky he’s seven”

“Only you would fight a kid” Doyoung said making Jeno laugh

“I wasn’t going to let him do that to my baby brother!” 

“Noona” Jeno dragged on, he always cringes whenever I call him a baby.  It doesn’t matter if my little brother’s in college now, in my eyes he’s still my little baby

“You should hear about that time she went to my debate competition” Doyoung said with a little smirk on, the memory suddenly resurfaced making my cheeks turn red

“You didn’t say it was a debate! You just said you were competing in something so I showed up with a banner and all that” I justified, this time the two boys laughed at my reasoning

“I remember when you had a big crush on Doyoung hyung you would purposefully wake up early to get on the same bus as him” Jeno said, at this revelation Doyoung looked over at me. It was a story unknown to him, the look on my face said it all.

“Did she now?” “Don’t ask questions, you weren’t suppose to know about that. And you, eat your dinner” I said giving both of them pointed looks. 

For the rest of the night we just shared more stories, it’s always been a comforting sight to see Doyoung and Jeno when they’re together. Some would even think they’re actual siblings. I’m happy they get along well. 

It was pretty late so instead of going back to his place, Doyoung decided to stay over. More like I couldn’t stop the two from playing games so I let them hang out while I relax in the bedroom. Around midnight I finally hear the tv shut off, I hear the door of the guest room open and close before my bedroom door opened to show a sleepy looking bunny

“Tired?” I asked him 

“Not really, just a bit sleepy. We didn’t see the time” he said while walking towards the bed, throwing himself on his usual side of the bed. Immediately he hold his arms out for me making me chuckle at his cuteness

“You two looked like you were having fun” I mumbled as I rolled over to his side, laying my head on his chest. Immediately his arms wrap around me and mine rest across his chest. 

“It was a good day, wasn’t it?” I mumbled, my eyes already closing as I feel his fingers draw patterns on my hip underneath his hoodie I was currently wearing

“It was, mind telling me more stories about the time you had a crush on me?”

I just smiled at his question because I know he was just teasing me, “Maybe one day”

“You know what  I’ve realized that you were there for most of my days and, holy shit, do I love it. I missed you so much when you weren’t there I was just too big of a coward to admit it” I hear him say, his words a bit muffled since his lips are pressed against my forehead

“It’s okay, we’re here now. I’m not going anywhere” “I know, I won’t let you go anyways” I feel a kiss on top of my head, then just like that we were both drifting off to sleep. The steady beat of his heart and his warmth lulling me into sleep like my favorite lullaby. 

Usually on the weekends, Doyoung and I try to avoid doing any work and spend some time together. From going to trips outside the city to the most mundane things like doing the grocery, watching shows and just relaxing. 

Sometimes we go out for date nights but I told him I prefer it when we’re just at home, the two of us with some good home cooked meal. After that it became a tradition. 

“I don’t think we need that much cookie dough” Doyoung said as he sees walking back from the freezer aisle to get some stuff, “Wrong, too much cookie isn’t a thing. Not in my household” I said then threw the bags on the cart

“Just don’t eat all of it in one sitting” he reminded me making me roll my eye at him “it was one time” I mumble, feeling his hand hold mine then pull me along with him as we continue with grocery shopping

“Can we get some apple juice?” I asked so we went to the drinks aisle next, while he picked the drinks up I look over at the family on the other end of the aisle. They looked like they were doing grocery errands to, the guy holding a tiny baby while the lady push the car. The smile on their faces got me smiling too

I didn’t notice that Doyoung is now ooking at me looking at them, making him look over where my attention was

“What are you smiling at?” He asked, 

“Them, they look so happy. And look, that baby looks so cute” I  cooed before looking over at him, his gaze already on me

“You want one?” 

“Want one?”

“A baby?” I couldn’t tell if he was being serious or not so I pinched his side making him yelp

“I was just asking, no need to be mean” he said then took my hand in his, probably to stop me from pinching him again. I look over at him, imagining a tiny version of him running around. His tiny cute bunny smile on a little boy.

After paying for our groceries we went back to his car to drive back to his place, I was still about lost in thought. A little Doyoung not sounding bad at all.

“You’re in a good mood, you keep smiling” I hear him say,

“I’m just thinking about a tiny version of you and how cute he would be, just imagine our little boy in cute bunny pajamas” I said, it took me a quick second before realizing what I just said. When I did my eyes were as big as saucers. 

It’s not that we haven’t talked about having kids, we’ve discussed about the topic briefly. We both said we wanted kids, and we’re lucky enough to be financially stable to be able to support our future kids when that eventually happens. 

“So you do want one” he chuckled, “Only if they look like you” I answered, I can see the slight pink tint on his cheeks. Not being to help my self I leaned over to give his cheek a kiss,

“You’re so cute, Doie” I said making him laugh and jokingly push me away, taking my hand on his before giving my hand a peck

“We’d have to get married first, don’t you think?”

“I mean sure, we almost did that so we’re kind of experienced in that area” I joked “You’d have to propose first though”

“and I will, when you don’t expect it” I smile at his answer. 

I already know that with Doyoung there’s no need to rush. We already know we’ll spend the rest of our lives together, even if we’re not married yet. We both know that’s a stop along the way, there’s no need to rush this time. 

“Doie” I called out

“Mhm?”

“I can’t wait to spend the rest all of my days with you, I’m so excited to live more days like this. Talk about our future and be able to live it. I want to be happy and feel love like this for as long as we can” 

I can see the smile he had on, his hand giving mine a squeeze

“Me too, don’t worry we’ll take those steps together. I’ll hold your hand every step of the way”

“You can’t hold my hand when I walk down the aisle” I rebutted, I couldn’t help but joke around making him roll his eye. I just laughed before bringing our intertwined hands closer to me. Giving the back of his hand a kiss. 

“Okay apart from that time then”

“I’m just joking, I love you”

“I love you, and this will be the cheesiest thing I will ever say but you should know I love more than yesterday but less than tomorrow. Up to this day I honestly don’t know how you manage to make me fall in love with you more and more but you do” his revelation now got tears in my eyes

As we drive down the road I see the journey we still have yet to take, holding his hand in mine I know I wouldn’t mind how long it would take as long as I have him. 

#tags #story tags #series #kim doyoung #kim dongyoung #doyoung #nct doyoung #nct #nct 127 #nct u #nct 2020 #doyoung imagine #doyoung series #doyoung au #doyoung scenario #doyoung boyfriend #doyoung fluff #nct imagine #nct scenario #nct au #nct 127 imagine #nct 127 scenario #nct 127 fluff #nct fluff #nct doyoung imagine

[emelywrites]

Something about the idea of Diego tanking care of his little sister (taking her to school in the morning, helping her with homework and just raising her while still being a teen himself) is something so freakin cute - @white-wolf-buckaroo​

Part 2 for Little Sister

Part 3

Warnings: Language (like once), pure cuteness

Big Brother

It had been a little over a month since you and Diego had moved out of the Umbrella Academy and into a tiny apartment. You were sleeping in a bunk bed. As Diego had promised you had a one bedroom apartment. It wasn’t decorated at all and definitely not a place where you’d host friends but it was home. Diego and you had breakfast and dinner together every day. You talked during mealtimes and you enjoyed that. You knew that for other kids, this was normal. To have meals with their parents and being asked about your day. Other kids in your class were annoyed by their overly involved parents.

Diego was just the right amount of involved. Another average day in the Hargreeves apartment started and Diego’s alarm rang at six am. You got up and climbed down from the upper bunk, seeing your big brother groaning into his pillow. You grinned and let him have five more minutes while you went to the bathroom. Since you’d moved out, you’d been taking a lot less time getting ready. Back in the day it would go unnoticed if you took more time in the mornings.

When you went back to the living/sleep/dining area, Diego was sitting at the edge of his bed, rubbing his face.

„Morning, sleepyhead, what would you like on your toast?“

Your happy voice made him smile up at you. „Where do you get all this energy so early in the morning?“

„I have every reason to be happy because every day is worth it now.“

Diego’s heart nearly bursted, hearing that his little sister was so happy to be with him. He got up and pressed a kiss to her head before he went to the bathroom.

„One toast with cottage cheese and another with peanut butter please“, he told you before closing the bathroom door behind him.

You got to making breakfast for Diego and yourself. It had become normal for you to make breakfast for the two of you. It didn’t take a lot of effort but Diego wasn’t an early and you knew it helped him immensely when he had breakfast made for him in the morning. So, since Diego was paying for everything and taking care of pretty much everything else, this was the least you could do in return. Grocery shopping was always more of an adventure. But what would you expect from a 17-year-old and a 12-year-old?

„No, Little, wait. (Y/N), I have to be the guardian now. You can either get ice cream or candy?“, he took the tub of ice cream from the cart and put it back in the freezer.

„But that’s not really fair, is it?“, you argued, „The candy section comes first, so I’d have to walk through the entire aisle without giving into any temptations, and only if I manage that I can have ice cream? I think you’re expecting too much from my self control, Diego.“

Diego didn’t quite know how to answer and he narrowed his eyes at you, trying to find a counterargument. 

„Fuck, you’re right“, he sighed and you put the ice cream back into the cart with a grin on your face.

„You also said a bad word.“

„Oh no, Little, if you’re gonna start that argument now, that ice cream goes right back into the freezer,“ he pushed the cart forward, „And next time you’re walking through the store with your eyes closed.“

Diego returned from the bathroom and sat down at the table with you. He told you that he had school until five pm and you’d have to stay in school that long. Diego had started Police Academy and it was going alright. He didn’t tell you too much about it because he didn’t think it would be something you were interested in and he was more interested in what you had to say anyway.

You had started school and quickly settled there. You started practicing (Y/H) and there, you found a lot of friends. You also had to spend more time at school which meant that you were easily able to pass the time until Diego could pick you up.

After breakfast you just put the dishes in the sink, to clean up later, and then got your stuff together so you could leave the apartment. You came to school at 7:15 and Diego drove off to Police Academy. You did pay a lot of attention to class. You didn’t take this for granted and you made sure to let that show. When you were done with classes you joined your friends for (Y/H) and nearly forgot time until Diego showed up. When you saw him you bid your friends goodbye and walked to your brother as you smiled at one another.

You drove home and in the car he told you the minimal amount of stuff about his day that he considered interesting enough to talk about. Generally Diego’s time to talk was on the drive home and after that he let you talk. You arrived at home. Diego headed to the bathroom to freshen up after a long day and you started unpacking by the dining table. When you were starting your homework Diego got back and started Dinner.

Every now and again you asked him a question about your homework and he leaned over your shoulder to get a better picture of what you needed his help with. Dinner was done around the same time you were done with your homework. Over dinner you told him about your day and he kept asking little questions so you knew he was actually listening.

Life with Diego wasn’t perfect. But it was home.

Part 3

#the umbrella academy #umbrella academy #diego hargreeves #diego hargreeves x reader

[samayla]

On the menu for this glorious Saturday:

Writing the lovely fic prompts I’ve gotten so far - I fell asleep thinking about the Stargate anon last night, and I had a dream about the prompt. Very excited to get that one down!

Prepping some freezer meals for the Instant Pot - I found some awesome vids from Six Sisters’ Stuff, and I can’t wait to try some of the recipes! Gotta get my master grocery list together, and then I’m going to make up 8 different meals today to take some of the pressure off my absolutely exhausting weekdays. 

That means a trip to the grocery store - not super excited for this one, because it’s Saturday, and the grocery store means a lot of walking on my still-sore ankle, BUT I think it’ll be well worth it. 

[soldierswar]

The Incident

Dad!Bucky X Reader

All the fluff

Plot: Bucky sends his wife on a little getaway trip for the weekend, leaving him alone with their two small children. 

Little does he know how much of a handful they can be when it's just one parent watching them. 

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Bucky had no idea how Y/N did it.

       Y/N had been stressed out from work, along with mothering two young children. So, during her vacation time, he sent her on a five-day spa weekend with her sister upstate. He was more than happy to do so, and he loved the idea of spending more quality time alone with kids. But taking care of them by himself didn’t usually go past a few hours. This was actually the first time that Y/N had actually left for more than 24 hours since their five-year-old firstborn daughter Thea was born. And Y/N hardly ever left the house and left Bucky alone with the kids after their now 3-year-old son Aaron was born. It wasn’t like he never helped take care of the kids. Bucky and Y/N always made sure to share the workload. And that dynamic worked so well. But there were those times where Bucky did have to leave for a few days while out doing assignments. But now…he really understood why Y/N was especially stressed out when Bucky had to leave and she was alone with the kids while also working from home with them running around the house all of the time. They were absolutely crazy. “Thea, stop doing cartwheels near the top of the staircase!” Bucky warned. Again. 

With Thea, it felt as though he had to keep an eye on her 24/7 so that she wouldn’t seriously hurt herself. It had been that way since she was a baby. Bucky and Y/N were so proud and amazed at how smart she was presenting herself to be from such an early point in her life…But that also came with its challenges. Because of that, baby-proofing had to be done at a whole new level. The second she learned how to walk, she knew how to get around to try to get to do what she wanted, which resulted in her putting herself in harm’s way. They always joked that they would have wrapped her up in bubble-wrap at all times if they could without child-services getting in the way. They would have even wrapped her while she was asleep just in case.   Aaron was a lot more mellow than her. But if he didn’t like something, he would fuss and cry until one could figure out how to calm him down. Not necessarily in a bratty-tantrum kind of way. But he would be genuinely (and sometimes heart-wrenchingly) upset and not stop crying until things were resolved. If it wasn’t his hyperactive sister bothering him when he wanted to chill out, it was him not wanting to finish his vegetables, or not wanting to go to bed. Or, (here was the kicker), wanting to go to bed too early. The first time Aaron tried that, Bucky thought that it would be a great idea. Until he got up at two in the morning hungry for breakfast. He was just all-around a sensitive kid. Y/N made sure to keep a detailed schedule up for him, and even had a few meals prepped for them. At first, Bucky had protested that and claimed that he could handle it all on his own. 12 hours later he was extra grateful for all she had prepped for him. Finally, the kids were settled down on the couch with Sponge-Bob playing on tv, and they were ready for a snack. Bucky made his way over to the kitchen and opened the fridge to grab them their favorite apple sauce. He smiled hearing them in the background laughing with each other. Bucky and Y/N were so happy to have kids that not only loved one another so deeply but got along so well. Thea wasn’t planned at all. He and Y/N wanted to wait a little bit longer, before having kids. But in her signature fashion, Thea showed up with a dramatic and booming entrance. They later decided to have another kid a couple of years later so that she could have a companion to grow up with. And the two of them in no way regretted that decision. They were perfect. Suddenly the laughter stopped and Bucky heard a loud “thunk”, followed by a loud holler. His first instinct was to think that Thea had hurt herself. He really did think he dodged what was most likely inevitable, (especially since it was the middle of day 4). But it didn’t sound like that. It sounded a lot more like Aaron. He quickly made his way over to the living room and found Aaron standing against the back of the couch screaming louder, and louder by the second while holding his arm. Oh no. 

He made his way over and carefully but frantically examined him for any potentially life-threatening injuries. His head wasn’t bleeding but would probably need a doctor’s examination. And since he could stand up, he knew that there was no way his spine was broken (thank God,). But, considering how he was holding his right arm that was turning red, and a little blue, that was definitely the main concern. Suddenly, Thea started to cry. And Thea crying made Aaron cry even harder. Dear God. Why today? He wanted to call the ambulance. But logically, he knew that it was nothing serious enough for that…But he still wanted to. He quickly threw that logic aside and acted quickly. “Thea, stop crying,” he snapped. “Get your stuff, we’re leaving now.” Thea looked at him angrily but was able to stop the waterworks. Which as suspected, helped Aaron calm down a little bit. Bucky quickly grabbed a long kitchen towel and made a makeshift arm sling for what he suspected to be a sprained and hopefully not broken arm, and hurriedly took the kids and strapped them in the car. … On the ride there, Bucky got Thea to talk about what had really happened. Aaron had decided that he wanted to take on traits that mimicked his sisters, and tried to balance himself and walk on the back of the couch. And then…well… the fall happened. Figures. But of all kids for that to happen, Aaron was not the kid he thought it would have happened to. Aaron still cried on the way there, but at least he was no longer screaming. When they finally got to the children’s hospital, the emergency room was luckily empty. Therefore, they were able to see him and get x-rays done on his arm right away. He was relieved to hear that there were no signs of a concussion. Another thing that Bucky was terrified about was hospital staff questioning whether or not he actually hurt his kid, or if he was just being neglectful. He knew that they had who he was and that it was on file. It would be an easy assumption for them to think that he snapped and did something to him out of anger. It was one of his biggest fears. He would never do anything to hurt his children like that. He felt guilty enough about that happening on his watch. But when Bucky felt comfortable enough to express that concern to Aaron’s doctor, she snorted followed by a chuckle. “Listen, Mr. Barnes,” she said. “You have two very young, and very active children on your hands. Things happen. And it’s a very minor ‘green stick’ fracture that easily checks out as one that happens because of a fall. You came in almost immediately after it happened, you made a makeshift sling for his arm, and you looked as though he was about to die if he didn’t get attention within the next 30 seconds. Nobody here thinks you did anything wrong.” He was so relieved. But still felt horrible about what had happened. He looked over at Aaron who had calmed down not long after getting his x-rays done. He contently sat on the ER bed playing with his stuffed duck that was thankfully laying on his car seat and sucked his lollipop that the x-ray tech had given him. He also got stickers for being such a good and brave kid. Thea sat on Bucky’s lap who also needed comfort. She too felt guilty about what had happened. But Bucky assured her that she was in no real trouble. But advised her that as his older sister, she had to watch out for him when he wanted to do something like that. He could have seriously hurt himself. She was feeling a little bit better and was also given a lollipop. But she still insisted on staying on Bucky’s lap and fell asleep with her head against his chest before Aaron even picked out what color he wanted. … It was finally night time, and the kids were sound asleep in bed. Y/N had insisted on coming home as soon as Bucky called her about what had happened while they were at the hospital, and she was home within a couple of hours. By the time she got home, the kids were fed, and they were both calmly playing games together on their play-rug in the living room. When she saw both of them, and they ran over to her over the moon to see her she didn’t even seem concerned at all. After a long day, Bucky and Y/N laid on the couch and ate popcorn and milkshakes with a movie playing in the background. Y/N could tell that Bucky still felt incredibly guilty and was beating himself up about what had happened, despite what the doctor told him. “Bucky,” she sighed. “Do you know how many times those kids bump and bruise themselves when it’s just me watching them? We have six ice-packs in the freezer for a reason. They’re crazy.” He chuckled. “I really underestimated their mischief,” he replied. She snorted. “Trust me, love. A broken bone was bound to happen any day. I’m just shocked that it didn’t happen sooner. And trust me…It will happen again.” She took a long sip of her milkshake. Bucky groaned. “Are you sure that you want to have another one?” Y/N looked down and rubbed her 8 month-old pregnant belly. “I think that you’re a little too late to ask me that question, Barnes,” she retorted. He let out an exaggerated sigh and set his hand on her belly. “We’re keeping this one in until she’s old enough to start school, okay?” he declared. Y/N nodded sarcastically and proceeded to rebut that she would only agree to it if he was the one carrying the baby. “Okay, fine,” he sighed defeated. “But we’re doing the bubble-wrap thing with this one.” This, Y/N agreed on, and they shook hands on it. The next few years were about to get even more interesting.

#Bucky X Reader #Bucky X Reader fluff #Bucky Barnes #Bucky Barnes X Reader fluff #dad!bucky x reader #fluff #marvel #marvel fanfic

[orangeoctopi7]

A Little Scare

@forduary week 2 is trust/paranoia, so here’s a little feral!Ford fic.

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“Grunkle Stan, you promised you’d take us to the grocery store!” Mabel complained.

“Yeah, well that was before I broke my toe tripping over your hot glue gun.”

Stan was sitting in his recliner, both feet up, while Ford applied some sort of special cream to the swollen, blackened toe in question. The kids stood between him and the TV, determined not to let their Grunkle just relax and watch TV until they got what they wanted.

“But I still have another dozen cookies to make for tonight’s human-gnome relations seminar, and we’re all out of eggs and milk!”

“And I’m out of ball-point pens!” Dipper added.

“Look, kids, Ford says I gotta stay off my foot for the next 24 hours if his incredible cure-all is gonna work. Otherwise I’m gonna be in a boot for the rest of the month, and nobody wants that. Why can’t you just ask Soos to take you once tours are done for the day?”

“Because he doesn’t finish until six, and the seminar starts at 6:30!”

“You know, Stan, I could take them.” Ford offered.

Stan gave his brother a skeptical glance. “You sure about that, Poindexter? Remember what happened last time?”

Ford rolled his eyes. “That was last fall! I’ve made a lot of progress keeping my cool in social situations.”

“Yeah, in open-air markets, not a cramped little grocery store.”

“You know what? I’m going to take them, just to prove to you that I can!” Ford huffed.

“Alright, fine. ‘Snot like I can stop you. But take Soos’s truck. There’s no way I’m lettin’ you drive my car.”

“Fine.”

“Yay!” The kids cheered, following Ford into the hall.

Stan caught hold of Dipper’s vest as the boy passed. 

“Hey, kid, do me a favor? Just stick close to Ford while you’re at the store, alright?”

Dipper nodded. “Sure thing, Grunkle Stan.”

***

“I don’t see why Stanley is so insistent that I can’t drive his car.” Ford complained as he pulled into the parking lot. “I got us here without incident.”

“Well, you did end up on the curb a handful of times.” Mabel pointed out.

“And narrowly avoided a collision with a car parked on the side of the road.”

“Avoided being the operative word.” Ford insisted. “And don’t try and tell me Stan’s any better.”

“True.” the kids agreed.

The grocery store wasn’t terribly busy, but Gravity Falls wasn’t a big town, so that was to be expected. As soon as they entered, Mabel led them into the dairy section to get her eggs and milk. They were both located in the back corner of the store. Stanford found himself tensing as he walked down a cold aisle filled with different kinds of cheese, butter, cream, milk, and eggs. He couldn’t see the other people in there with them, couldn’t see what they were doing, couldn’t see the exit--

It’s fine. He told himself. It’s just a grocery store. People are just here to get food.

“Welp, I gotta go get some girl stuff.” Mabel declared once she’d loaded her carton of eggs into the grocery cart. “See you guys at the checkout!” She sauntered off to the other end of the store, quickly lost from Ford’s sight among all the displays of soda cans and snack cakes.

“She’ll be ok.” Dipper assured his uncle, slipping his tiny hand into the scientist’s larger one. Ford immediately blushed. Was his discomfort that obvious?

Dipper led Ford to the office supplies, where they grabbed a packet of nice blue ink pens. It really wasn’t that bad, he kept telling himself. Sure, he was tense, he was on high-alert, even higher because Mabel had wandered off on her own, but he could handle it. It would be fine.

It would have been fine, if not for the spill.

They were passing through the frozen aisle when someone behind them pulled out a big bag of frozen peas. Unfortunately, the bag had frozen together with its neighbor, and when one was pulled out, it tried to take the second bag with it, leading to a rip. Two bags full of frozen peas spilled onto the floor, making a cacophony of pinging, tinkling sounds. Tiny ice crystals flew up in the air as the peas shattered. Ford’s hairs stood on end as the cold flecks showered them. As the rapid-fire shattering assaulted his ears. 

Suddenly, Ford wasn’t in the grocery store. He was in the ice fields of Raretania 2, with a pack of cryokinetic creatures on his tail. Icicles grew on them like spines, and when they wanted to take down a meal, they could shoot the ice shards like a porcupine on steroids.

The old researcher scooped up his nephew and began frantically searching for a place to hide. Outrunning these things wasn't an option, when they could shoot their icicles with such speed and accuracy. These aisles were barren of any real cover. All they did was hide whatever was on the other side. However, Ford did notice a few feet of space between the top of the freezers and the ceiling. That could work. 

He more-or-less threw Dipper up onto the freezers before scaling them himself. A quick survey of the area showed they had lost their pursuers for now. But someone was still in immediate danger.

"Where's your sister!?" Ford hissed quietly to Dipper, who was still sputtering after being thrown up here like a pile of dirty laundry.

"Wh-- probably the cosmetics aisle, I dunno! What's--"

"We need to get to her before they do."

"They who?"

"I don't know if they have an actual name on the planet they're from. I always just called them Iciquills. Suffice to say, they're extremely dangerous, so we need to find Mabel and warn her. Now come on, we can probably jump to the next shelf from here."

Rather than be concerned, Dipper just latched onto his uncle's leg, stopping him from leaping. "Great Uncle Ford, no! You'll just hurt yourself! Or at the very least make a huge mess!"

"That hardly matters in this situation! We need to find Mabel without drawing their attention."

"Mabel's not in danger! We're not in danger! Stop and think! Why would Iciquills be here, at the grocery store? How would Iciquills be at the grocery store?"

Every cell in Ford's body was screaming at him to act before it was too late. But he knew if there was any real danger, Dipper wouldn't just brush it off like this. And when he stopped to think about it, no, it didn't make any logical sense.

"But… but I heard it! The sound of their quills just missing a target! I felt the breaking ice on the backs of my legs!" 

"Oh. I guess that was pretty scary, when you put it like that." Dipper grimaced. "But I promise, it was just an accident! Someone dropped their peas. Look!" The boy pointed to the back of his uncle's pant legs. Tiny flecks of thawing peas stuck there.

Ford's heart sank, and his face burned red with embarrassment. He'd come here to prove Stanley wrong, and instead did just the opposite. Now he wanted to hide up here for completely different reasons.

"The longer we stay up here, the more embarrassing it's gonna get." Dipper suggested.

Ford nodded mutely, and swung his legs over the top of the freezer, dropping the last few feet with a light "oof" before helping Dipper down. Luckily, the only person who'd seen the whole debacle was the guy who'd dropped the peas in the first place: Wendy's tall friend, Lee. He seemed to know better than to make a scene, and just waved meekly.

"Dude, I'm so sorry."

"No, no, I'm sorry." Ford reflected.

"Come on, let's see if Mabel's done." Dipper suggested.

They found her in the cosmetics aisle, like Dipper had expected, comparing two brands of lip-balm. She noticed their soured moods almost immediately. 

"Is something wrong? What happened?"

"I'll tell you in the car." Dipper assured her. "Let's just buy our stuff and go."

After rushing through the checkout line, they piled back into Soos's truck and headed home. Dipper filled Mabel in on Ford's scare. To the old man's credit, he did his best to laugh it off now that it had passed.

"I'd appreciate it if you two didn't mention that to Stan."

Mabel and Dipper shared a wicked glance. "Well, it's gonna take a lot of chocolate to make us forget that." The colorful girl said.

#Gravity Falls #Fanfiction #Forduary 2020 #Stanford Pines #My writing

[the-fangirl-way]

The Lasagna Pan

A/N: Hey guys so I wrote another Dean Winchester One Shot because I was feeling very inspired the other day while watching Supernatural and making a lasagna. I hope you guys like it! 

WARNINGS: Smut, Fluff, Angst, sad stuff 

Summary: The reader x Dean (I wrote it in first person) are hanging out while the reader makes a lasagna and things besides the lasagna, start heating up in the kitchen. 

I leaned back on the hood of the impala, tipping the beer bottle back taking another swig, Led Zeppelin’s When the Levee Breaks playing out of the speakers in the background.

I didn’t even look up when I heard the door of the garage open and boots come shuffling across the floor towards me.

“What are you doing out here?” Sam’s voice echoed through the space.

“Thinking about Beth, and my parents.” I said turning to look at him.

“Beer?” I asked handing him a beer from the cooler beside me on the table.

“Sure.” He said taking it from me and twisting off the cap, climbing on the hood beside me.

“It’s been six months Sam.” I said taking another drink and he nodded.

“I know. But there’s still hope, she could still be out there.” He said taking a sip of his own beer.

“I just keep getting my hopes up and the leads all go cold. I keep thinking what if we never find her.” I said honestly and he shook his head.

“Don’t say that, she’s coming back, we’re gonna find her.”

“Yeah, maybe.”

“I promise you, we will find her, we’ve got Cas talking to angels to see what we can dig up, Bobby is digging, something will eventually come up.” He said reassuringly.

“I love your encouragement Sam, really.” I said and he smiled.

I had been with the Winchester brothers for six months now, ever since my sister Bethany had gone missing during a demon hunt in Colorado. They had stumbled upon the same case and were more than willing to help me find her, and in the meantime we continued to work any case that came our way. They had offered for me to stay in the bunker with them for the time being, Beth and I had never really had a permanent home anyway, and it was lonely staying in cheap motel rooms alone so I obliged. They had made it seem like home, or what I imagined home was anyway. I cooked them meals, we watched movies, it was almost as if I had a family again, all but Beth. Beth and I had been alone for the last eight years, ever since our Dad died on a demon hunt gone bad, our Mother died years before that to an evil even worse than demons, an evil by the name of cancer. Beth and I had known about demons and all the other evil things out there lurking in the dark by the time we were seven years old, our Daddy was a hunter, and Mama had been too until the sickness engulfed her. My grandpa had been a hunter, and his father before him, it went back centuries.

Beth and I were trained to be good with a gun and fast with a knife, we were taught how to read books and more importantly how to read people. Beth wasn’t stupid, or naive, so the day that she disappeared I knew had to be because something took her, and I had spent every day since then trying to find her and spending countless hours exorcising demons for information but no demon wanted to tell the truth, Castiel had spent days trying to find out information from the angels but no one wanted to talk. Bobby Singer, or rather Uncle Bobby as Beth and I frequently called him because he was more of an uncle to the two of us than a family friend, had spent all his time researching and reading to try and find her. We had all ran out and were getting tired, the trail was getting cold, and the boys could tell I was wearing thin.

“Hey, listen we will do whatever we have to for as long as we have to until we get some answers, okay?” Sam said and I nodded.

“Thank you for being so good to me.” I said leaning into him resting my head on his shoulder.

“You smell like cologne.” I observed, getting a whiff of his scent.

“Are you going somewhere?” I asked turning to look at him, taking notice then to his clean shaven face and combed hair.

“I uh, I was going to go out.” He said averting his eyes.

“Out?” I asked cocking an eyebrow.

“Yeah, to get a drink.” He said and I shoved his shoulder.

“Sam Winchester do you have a date?” I asked incredulously and red pooled into his cheeks.

“You do have a date! Who is she?” I asked shaking his shoulder playfully.

He cleared his throat and ran a hand through his hair.

“It’s Eileen.”

“Eileen!!” I shouted and his finger came up to his lips.

“Shh, Dean will hear you and you know he’ll never stop giving me crap for it.” He said and just then the garage door opened and Dean’s head popped out.

“Everything okay out here? I thought I heard shouting.”

“Yeah, everything’s totally cool.” I said and he eyed us, laying on the hood of his car drinking a beer.

“Why are you laying on the hood of my car? Is that my beer?” He asked and Sam slid off the hood polishing his beer off.

“Yeah so, I’m going out for a drink, I’ll be back later.” He said shooting me a look that said ‘please don’t say anything’.

“Okay, I’ll come with you.” Dean said stepping out the door pulling it closed behind him.

“You know actually Dean, I was going to make a lasagna, and thought maybe you’d want to lend a hand?” I asked and he eyed me.

“And pie.” I said and he nodded.

“Yeah, I’m staying, Sammy have fun.” He said fishing the impala’s keys out of his pocket and tossing them at Sam who caught them, smirking at me.

He got in and started it up, before putting it in to drive, I punched the garage door button and watched as he pulled out, closing it behind him and turning to Dean.

“Now, how about that pie.” Dean said and I laughed following him into the kitchen.

Sam and Dean Winchester had been some of the best things to ever happen to my life. Not long after I settled in with them, Sam, easily became my best friend. We enjoyed all the same movies, all the same books, we agreed on most, if not all things, and he was the easiest person in the world to talk to. I had spent more nights than I could count hanging out with Sam talking about our lives, about college because we had both attended, old friends, all the hard stuff that I could never tell anyone else. I knew Sam like the back of my hand and he knew me like the back of his, there was nothing we wouldn’t do for each other, and to find a friend like that was very special doing the kind of work we did. But Sam just understood me, and he listened to me, and he always knew exactly what to say.

Dean, on the other hand, Dean was my rock. Dean and I shared the same interests in music, beer, old cars, guns, and bad humor. There had been more nights than I could count that Dean and I would spend drinking whiskey and telling drunken secrets. We were alike in so many ways it was almost scary if not laughable, he was the older brother, I was the older sister, we both had obligations that we were made to uphold, and neither of us liked to be wrong, and because of that we argued almost daily; about everything. Dean challenged me in ways that Sam didn’t, Sam challenged me in ways that were intellectual and punctual, Dean challenged me in physical ways. We butted heads constantly about the way things should be handled. Dean was a shoot first, ask questions later kind of person. There were so many times Dean was the only voice of reason in a situation beyond my control, he would give it to me straight and have me deal with the issue at hand. He kept me level headed, he could and had talked me down from the jumping off point many times. Truth be told, I think even above Sam, Dean could see and understand things about me that Sam couldn’t, because he faced the same things himself. I loved Sam, but Sam and I shared a very different connection than Dean and I. We battled the same demons and because of that we had this undeniable connection that scared us both to the point of pushing each other away constantly.

Dean was dangerous, but as dangerous as he was the man was damn charming, and sinfully handsome. He was charismatic and funny, and he had a pair of green eyes that could make any woman squirm in her seat. Dean Winchester was a tall glass of water on a hot day, and my God had I wanted to take a drink so many times, but just like the apple in the garden of Eden he was forbidden fruit and I had not dared.

It would be easy to fall into that hole, to fall into bed with him and wake up feeling fulfilled but the moment would pass and just like the calm before the storm I knew it would end up ugly. So I kept my feelings to myself, pushed them away even and convinced myself that the feelings were purely sexual and nothing else and so far it had worked.

I entered the kitchen behind Dean who took a seat at the table.

“So, about this pie.” He said smirking at me and I laughed.

“Cherry, or apple?” I asked pulling the filling out of the cabinet.

“Apple. Definitely apple.” He said and I nodded, getting out all the ingredients for the pie.

I walked over to the refrigerator, I could feel Dean’s eyes on my back as I opened the freezer and pulled out a lasagna.

“Stouffers? Really?” Dean asked cocking an eyebrow as I opened the package and pulled out the frozen lasagna cutting slits into the film and preheating the oven.

“Yeah, what did you think I was going to make it too? Give me a break Winchester.” I said winking, tossing the box into the garbage.

He laughed and shrugged his shoulders, standing up to grab two whiskey glasses out of the cabinet.

“Want a drink?” He asked and I shrugged, he grabbed the bottle of Scotch off the counter and poured us both a glass, handing me mine and leaning against the counter to take a swig of his.

I took a drink, the liquor sliding down my throat reminded me of all the nights I spent up in Dean’s bedroom confessing all my demons to him. The air was still and quiet between us, as it was often, but it was a comfortable silence, I think we both enjoyed each other’s company without any obligations to have a conversation.

“So, where did Sammy really take off to?” Dean asked, cutting through the silence.

“He uh, went to see Eileen.” I said giggling, starting on the pie, mixing the ingredients for the crust.

“Huh, well, about time he got some.” Dean said swirling the liquor around in his glass.

The timer on the stove beeped and I placed the lasagna in the oven, setting a timer.

“I know it’s stupid.” I started, kneading the pie crust into the pan.

“What?” Dean asked looking over at me.

“The lasagna, truth be told I could have made it from scratch but,” I started, pouring the pie filling into the crust and covering it with the top layer of crust.

“My Mother used to make lasagna all the time when we were little girls, Beth and I. My Daddy used to rave every single time we had it about how she made the ‘best lasagna this side of the Mississippi’ I said quoting him,

“and he would eat half the pan by himself. It always made her feel good and smile real big, and I always loved to see them like that.” I said taking a drink of the scotch.

“I always begged her to give me the recipe and she would always tell me ‘one day when you’re older,’ I said smiling,

“and then one day I caught her taking the lasagna out of the package and transferring it to her own pan, it was Stouffer’s.” I laughed, remembering the memory of my Mama holding a finger up to her lips saying “shh, don’t tell your Daddy.”

I popped the pie in the oven and leaned against the counter with Dean.

“A couple of weeks before she passed, it was her birthday, and so I told everyone I was going to make lasagna just like Mama made, and I snuck into her room that evening and showed her the Stouffer’s box, and for the first time in months, a small smile came across her face.” I said finishing off my scotch, pouring another glass.

“That night at dinner, my Daddy raved about the lasagna, and told me I had done almost as good as a job on it as Mama had, and I’ll never forget the look me and Mama shared across the table, her half eaten tiny piece of lasagna, and she actually laughed, for the first time in months, maybe a year even. And I’ve never seen my Daddy’s eyes light up the way they did, they way they used to before she got sick and would make the lasagna herself.” I said and I felt a tear involuntarily slip down my face, I quickly wiped it away.

“I learned how to make lasagna years later by scratch, but I swear it never tasted as good as Stouffer’s.” I said laughing at my own expense and I looked up at Dean who was looking right back at me, eyes blazing.

“I think about her everyday, little things remind me of her, and how she was before.” I said remembering her, she was so beautiful, raven colored hair, big blue eyes, she always wore candy apple red lipstick and heels to match. She was funny, she had a laugh that was contagious and a smile that could light up an entire room.

“She would be proud of you, you know.” Dean said and I shook my head.

“She would be disappointed in me for letting Beth go missing.”

“What happened to Beth was not your fault, you need to quit blaming yourself. She’s out there, we’re going to find her.” Dean said defensively and I nodded.

“But I know, I know how it feels to feel like you’re responsible for someone else.” He said looking down at his empty glass, he did know how it felt. He was responsible for Sam the same way I was responsible for Beth. It seemed like Dean was the only person who understood that.

“I know Dean, you’re the only one who understands, and sometimes-” I said cutting myself off, I was not about to let myself go there, not with Dean.

“Sometimes what?” He asked and I took another gulp of my scotch, looking at him, his eyes full of concern, full pink pouty lips turned down into a frown of confusion, he was so damn delectable and he was within my reach, but I knew going there was a very, very bad idea.

“You can talk to me, you know that right? I mean, I know I’m not always the easiest person to get along with at times, and I don’t always say the right things but I know what you’re going through. I’ve been there.” He said and I felt the tears coming before I could stop them, I was usually pretty good at keeping myself together, but between the liquor and the memories of my parents it was all too much. Dean pulled me into him, wrapping his arms around me.

“Dean it’s just, everything is all so messed up, Beth is gone, my parents are dead, Beth might be dead too.” I rambled between broken sobs and he ran a hand against my back to soothe me.

“I know, it’s going to be okay, we’re going to figure all this out. I promise you.” He said and I sighed, lifting my head to look at him, his face inches from mine. I was too close for comfort but I couldn’t force myself to step away. His eyes burned into mine, his breath fanned across my face it smelled of whiskey and mint, it was dangerous territory.

“Dean I-”

He cut me off mid sentence by crashing his lips to mine, kissing Dean was nothing like I had ever imagined it would be, his lips were soft and molded into mine in a feverish way as he nipped carnevously at my mouth.

I pulled away and looked up into his eyes.

“I’m sorry, I shouldn’t have-” He started but I silenced him by kissing him again.

I felt his hands go to my waist where he lifted me up, wrapping my legs around his waist his hands went to my ass where he carried me out of the kitchen, down the hallway, to his room where he kicked open the door with this foot, all the while I peppered kisses along his jaw and neck, the stubble scratching my face.

He laid me on the bed and his body came down on top of me where he reconnected our lips, slipping his tongue into my mouth my hands found his hair, tugging at the roots gaining a throaty moan from Dean.

He pulled back, slipping his button up off his shoulders and yanking his shirt over his head.

I had seen Dean’s body many times, hell, I had stitched him up quite a few times myself after he got hurt during a hunt. But this was different, I studied his body like it was the first time I had seen it, covered in scars and etched like fine marble. Castiel’s handprint scathed across his shoulder, begging to be touched. I allowed him to pulled my shirt over my head to expose my chest to him, his hands jerked the cups of my bra down, spilling my breasts out to him where his hot mouth came down on one of my nipples where he sucked, a pang of pleasure shot between my legs.

I grabbed a fist full of his hair and yanked his head up to look at me, sucking on his neck his hand traveled down the front of my stomach to undo the button on my jeans, slipping down into my panties.

“Shit sweetheart, you’re soaking.” He panted, his voice gruff and sexual.

He began teasing my clit with his fingers, my head falling back, his lips connecting to my neck.

He pumped two fingers inside of me slow and torturous.

“Dean.” I cried out and he pulled his hand out of my panties, dragging my pants down my legs taking my panties with them.

He wasted no time undoing his pants, pulling them, with this boxers down his legs freeing himself from confinement. His cock stood proud and thick, and my core ached to have him inside of me.

He came back down on top of me and positioned himself at my entrance.

“If you don’t want to do this, tell me now.” He said his eyes pouring into mine.

I reached up and hooked my arm around his neck, pulling his lips to mine, giving him a long searing kiss.

He slowly pushed inside of me, filling me to the brim and I winced at the contact, it was raw, surreal, and I was lost in the passion.

He withdrew and filled me again, this time feeling better than the last, and it surprised me how slow and gentle he was being despite the kind of man I took him for in the bedroom.

He picked up the pace a little, my legs wrapped around his torso, bringing him closer to me.

He hooked his arms around my back and lifted me up, pulling out of me he pushed me to get on all fours, placing his hands on my hips before he pushed back into me, filling me once again, regaining the same pace as before; I could hear our skin smacking together.

Dean’s throaty moans combined with the feeling of him brushing up against my g-spot, made my legs begin to shake and a warm feeling build up in the pit of my stomach.

“Dean I’m, I’m-” I tried to say as a burst of white hot ripped through my body, searing every nerve ending.

My walls clenching around him made him get closer to his peak and I felt his thrusts getting sloppier before he let out a deep sexual moan and I felt him reach his climax inside of me, before he pulled out, gaining composure before getting up from the bed and heading to the bathroom, I heard the door close behind him.

I sat up, pulling the now messily strewed blanket to me, curling up in it and laying back on the pillow, my mind whirling with what had just happened.

I closed my eyes, seeing Dean’s body on top of mine once more, when I heard the bathroom door open and I felt the bed give as Dean climbed in behind me, pulling my body into his.

I held my breath, expecting to have to talk about what had just happened, but a few minutes passed and Dean’s breathing shifted and I knew he was asleep.

I slowly untangled myself from him, the room was dark now, and I was barely able to find my underwear and a shirt off the floor before heading to the door.

Once I was in the hallway I slipped on my underwear and looked down to see the shirt I had grabbed was Dean’s button up.

I laughed at the irony and slipped it around my body, buttoning it up as I headed towards the kitchen, I could smell the combining scents of lasagna and pie as it wafted through the air.

I pulled them both out of the oven, the cheese was bubbling and hot and the pie crust was golden brown. My stomach growled involuntarily at the smell of the food.

“Smells good.” Dean’s voice startled me from the doorway, he had taken the liberty of pulling on a pair of jeans and a t-shirt his hair was messy from our previous rendezvous.

“Nice shirt.” He commented and I looked down at his oversized button up hanging off of me hitting at the middle of my thighs.

“Sorry, it was the first thing I grabbed and-”

“It looks better on you than it does me anyway.” He said and I felt warmth in my cheeks.

I got out two plates and cut a piece of lasagna from the pan and offered it to Dean who took it.

“So are we gonna talk about it or..” Dean said leaning against the counter again.

“Talk about what, Dean.” I said cutting another slice for myself.

“I don’t know, the weather. What do you think?” He asked sitting the plate of lasagna on the table.

“I was upset Dean, I’d rather not talk about it-”

“Listen save the ‘I wasn’t thinking clearly’ crap okay, I’m not up to hearing it.” He said and I sighed.

“Well what do you want me to say Dean? That I wanted it to happen? That I’ve wanted it to happen since the day I met you? That I have to spend everyday I’m here feeling guilty about the fact that I should be focusing every thought I have on finding Beth and instead I’m spending it trying not to act on the feelings I have towards you?”

He opened his mouth to say something but I wasn’t finished.

“You and I connect so much Dean, more than Sam and I ever have, and it scares the shit out of me okay? Because I can’t get tangled up in you. I can’t be part of a little fling that after a few romps in the sheets becomes nonexistent. I refuse to be one of those women you take home and never call again.” I said and he shook his head.

“Do you honestly think that’s what that was? That you’re just some cheap fuck that I’m just going to toss you to the side when I’m done?” He asked incredulously.

“It’s what you do Dean, you use women to get what you want and then you dump them like they didn’t mean anything to you.”

“Because they don’t.” He answered simply, and although I knew it was the truth, it still hurt to hear.

“But do you think that you’re just one of those women? You, you’re so much more than that. And yeah, maybe I went about it the wrong way but I’m scared as hell here. I’ve never been in love before.” He said and those words all but knocked the wind out of me.

“Love?” I asked and he ran a hand over his face, something he had a habit of doing when he was deep in thought or nervous, or in this case; both.

“We have this thing here, I don’t fully understand it and it does, it scares the hell out of me, because every time I get close to anyone something bad always happens. You are the only woman I’ve met who hasn’t immediately wanted more, and so I thought if maybe I got you just once then it would be over and the feelings would go away. But they didn’t, and they won’t.” He said crossing the room to me.

“I keep telling myself that if I knew you didn’t feel the same way it would be easier to walk away from.” He said, his eyes burning into mine, holding me in place.

“I love you.” He breathed his hand cupping my face.

“I love you, Dean.” I said, letting out a breath I didn’t know I was holding.

He lifted me up and placed me on the countertop, planting a long kiss on my lips before pulling away, his forehead resting against mine.

“I can’t promise it’s going to be great, I don’t know what I’m doing or where this is going to go.” He said honestly and I wrapped my legs around him bringing him closer to me.

“I think you’ll do just fine, Winchester.” I said kissing him again, this time deepening the kiss, his hands wrapping around my waist bringing me into him.

A throat cleared across the room and there stood Sam, eyes wide, lips slightly parted.

“I can explain.” I said quickly, Dean’s face holding a smirk.

“Honestly,” Sam started, “I don’t want to know.” He said smiling a cheeky grin.

“Hey Sammy, how’s Eileen?” Dean asked and Sam’s eyes widened at me like he couldn’t believe I told him.

“He figured it out.” I said and he laughed shaking his head.

“We prepare food there.” He said gesturing to the countertop where I realized I was still sitting, in only Dean’s shirt. Embarrassment pooled in my cheeks as I hopped down tugging the shirt down my legs.

“I’m going to uh, change.” I said heading down the hallway to my bedroom door.

I heard Dean’s voice before I closed the door.

“Hey Sammy, try some lasagna, it’s the best this side of the Mississippi.”

I smiled to myself, I wasn’t any closer in finding Beth but I had new hope, for finding my sister and for what the future held.

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shake the bones

Part III. Having a new roommate requires some adjusting.

(nota bene: this is definitely set before pt. II)

(read on AO3)

Kallen hates mornings, and always has.

When her alarm beeps, she slams the snooze button and tries to curl herself into a ball, but the sunlight filtering in through her blinds naturally falls right into her eyes no matter how she squirms, so she grumbles and growls to herself and slides clumsily out of bed.

She’s tired. She hasn’t slept well, she has the oddest feeling that something important happened the previous day, but doesn’t remember what it is...

... until she spots the physical reminder making himself at home in her kitchen.

“Oh, Jesus!” she exclaims, and staggers against the wall in complete and utter shock, hand over her heart like a character from one of Milly’s soap operas.

“Not quite,” Lelouch answers. “We both came back from the dead, but I think that’s about where the similarities end.”

“Right. You’re alive now.” She sits down heavily at the table and starts to rub the sleep out of her eyes. “I haven’t compartmentalized yet. Or woken up. Sorry.”

“Still not a morning person, I see,” he says. “Here, I made some coffee.” He sets a steaming mug down before her drooping eyes, and takes a long, hard look at her. “How do you take it?”

“Black,” she says. Testing the white ceramic with the pad of her pointer finger, she rotates the cup in her hands, waiting for it to cool.

“Funny. So do I.” Lelouch sits down across from her at her little table with his own mug, and they sit in awkward, uneasy silence, not meeting each others’ eyes, until a hiss from the stove calls him away.

“Is that bacon?” She’d had some in her freezer for months, but hadn’t had the time (or the inclination) to make it. It smells amazing.

“Yes. I’d ask if you want cheese on your omelet but there isn’t any in your fridge.”

“No. I don’t really like cheese that well. I never ate it much growing up.”

Lelouch chuckles, turning the bacon over with a pair of tongs Kallen didn’t even know she had. “Strange to think how different our childhoods were. When I was... in Britannia, we had cheese in some form at every meal, every day.”

“Ugh.” It slips out before she can help herself, and she winces. “Sorry. You probably thought some of our food was gross too when you first got here.”

“I’m still not very fond of sazae, but you have managed to change my mind about most shellfish.”

Lelouch takes the bacon out of the pan and chops it up, before he sets it aside and starts chopping up the half an onion she left in a plastic bag, from the last time she attempted to cook something. He sets that aside too and then starts chopping up two large shiitake mushrooms, then dumps everything in a bowl and tosses it together with a spatula.

Kallen is amazed. She didn’t even know she owned a spatula.

In a second bowl, he cracks six eggs and adds a dash of water--in place of milk, he tells her, which is what makes the eggs fluffy. He adds a bit of vegetable oil to the pan used for the bacon--in place of butter, he tells her again, because the lipids provide a protective layer between the eggs and the heat, so they can cook without burning, and pours in half of the eggs too.

After the eggs have hardened, he delicately pours half of the bacon-onion-mushroom mix into the pan, flips half of the egg-patty over, and slides it out onto a plate, which he sets at her seat with a flourish.

“You like to cook, don’t you?” she asks as she digs around in a drawer for forks, and then in her tiniest, most awkward cabinet for the salt, pepper, and hot sauce.

“I didn’t really have a choice,” he replies. “I had my sister to take care of, and eventually Suzaku too, so I had to figure it out or we all would have starved.” Lelouch slides out the second omelet onto his own plate, and takes a glance at the cabinet she’s rummaging around in. “That’s where you keep your salt and pepper?”

“This cabinet isn’t good for much else,” she responds, groping around at the back of a shelf for a specific bottle, stiffening when she feels Lelouch appear close behind her.

“You have exactly three vegetables in your entire fridge, but two whole sacks of white rice and five different kinds of hot sauce,” he complains, peering over her head into the cabinet. “What are you looking for?”

“The sriracha.”

“Here,” he says, sliding his arm around her to push a bottle of curry powder out of the way, and grabs the sriracha before he hands it down. She takes it primly and sits down at the table with a thud, before sprinkling salt, pepper, and a torrential amount of sriracha over her omelet. Lelouch adds a much more moderate amount to his own before before they start eating, but not before asking Kallen what her weekly schedule is like.  

“I have classes starting at nine in the morning, until nine at night, Mondays and Wednesdays. Tuesdays are Black Knights stuff or Guren and Rakhshata stuff, and so on. Fridays I have two labs, then I usually spend the evening with Mom. Alternate Saturdays are also Black Knights, Guren, Rakhshata...”

“No wonder you don’t cook,” he grumbles. But then he smiles, and Kallen would be lying if she doesn’t notice the melancholy which sneaks, like a flash of lightning, across his face. “I’m glad you’re still in contact with your mother.”

“Well, of course,” she says, a little confused. “Why wouldn’t I be? Hey, that reminds me: how did you know I lived by myself?”

“I didn’t,” Lelouch answers, wincing a little as he wipes a bit of hot sauce off of what Kallen suddenly notices is a cracked lip, “but I figured you wouldn’t have agreed to come get me so quickly if you weren’t alone,” and she has to concede he has a fair point.

“Yeah, after a... year and a half or so, Mom said I’d sacrificed enough for her sake, that I had so much ahead of me, blah blah blah. She wanted me to live my own life and not worry so much about her, so she--very gently--told me that I should find my own place, and that I was welcome to visit her whenever I wanted.”

“So she evicted you.”

Kallen nods. “She kicked me out. In the absolute, nicest way possible, but still. She kicked me out.”

Lelouch laughs at that, and worries his lip with his tongue and teeth when his smile causes the crack to widen. Kallen looks to the side and begins to chuckle too, but starts in alarm when she notices that she should have been out the door about fifteen minutes ago. Pushing out of her chair, she races into her room, shimmies out of her pajamas and tosses them on the bed, pulls on her clothes, and races back out without washing her face or brushing her teeth.

“I didn’t realize it was so late,” Lelouch begins as she careens into the living room, grabs her backpack and throws on a sweatshirt, before he trails off, regarding her with a curious look, which puzzles her. Does she have hot sauce on her face or something?

Suddenly Kallen realizes that Lelouch is looking at her clothes, not her face, and remembers that he’s been dead for three fucking years and has no idea that she’s a medical student, as she pats down the pockets of her scrubs to double-check she has her keys even as she’s bolting towards the door.

“Okay, okay,” she says breathlessly, trying to organize her thoughts, as she’s fumbling at the doorknob. “Uh, I’ll be back, don’t go outside, help yourself to food, we can talk about my life choices later, I’ll see you and... goodbye?”

“We need to talk about the... situation...” he reminds her, stepping neatly to the side as she slips through the door and pulls it shut, shouting “Later!” and he isn’t sure if she means it as a farewell or a promise as the echo of her footsteps in the hall fade away. The sudden quiet that follows in her absence is deafening.

Kallen had been a tornado on the battlefield. She is, evidently, not so different off of it.

Lelouch shrugs, suddenly wishing he could turn on a radio or the television to break the silence, and starts to clean up the dishes.

He spends the day being nosy. Lelouch methodically goes through the entire kitchen, the bathroom, leaving Kallen’s room alone to respect her privacy (for the most part--he pokes his head in to note the location of the window and the vents), and makes mental notes of all the windows, doors, and vents. He hopes she doesn’t mind that he rearranges the furniture in the living room ever so slightly, just to make sure that a body lying down on the sofa won't immediately be seen from the front door.

He makes notes of what else he finds in her apartment: the unusual blend of artwork on her walls, the titles on her bookshelves, her textbooks. A keyboard in her (exceedingly crowded) coat closet. A record player on her bookshelves, the small contingent of records underneath serving as a bookend for a diverse collection, ranging from nonfiction to manga. He’s surprised, despite himself, and he takes a moment to self-chastise--why shouldn’t Kallen have an intellectual life, her own interests? Suddenly, the weight of his lost time is unbearable. Why should it hurt him, to think--to know--that Kallen had a life outside of and beyond him?

She’s her own person. But all of these things--her choices, her music, her art, her books, all her possessions--reveal somebody he isn’t sure he knows. However, that doesn’t mean he can’t start: Lelouch selects a thick volume (high fantasy, he judges from the cover) and sits down on the couch to read.

He’s still reading when the door to the apartment slams shut, well after dark. He looks down the hallway to see a pair of bloody scrubs stampeding towards him, and does a double take.

“Dissection,” Kallen says, kicking off her shoes in the hallway, “and I wouldn’t ask which part if I were you.”

“Nice to see you too,” he responds. “Are you hungry?”

“Starving. Did you actually have anything to work with?” Kallen looks around. “I thought the kitchen was pretty much empty. I haven’t been grocery shopping in ages.”

“I’m a master at making food stretch. You have the staples, even if you don’t know it, and I can deal with the rest.” Lelouch stands and makes his way to the kitchen, and Kallen follows him. “Time to eat.”

“You mean you haven’t eaten?” she remarks, looking absolutely scandalized. “It’s almost eleven!”

“Not waiting is rude,” Lelouch responds. “And we can talk over dinner. It’s chicken and rice pilaf.”

He microwaves both the plates, sets them on the table, and Kallen wastes no time in digging in. Lelouch is surprised by his own appetite, as he attacks the food with a vehemence similar to Kallen’s own. 

She swallows a bite down. “So. You said we needed to talk, right? About... this?” 

“Mm,” he agrees. “I think both of us would like to know just what the hell is going on.” 

“And you think I can help find out?” 

“I think you’re well-placed to make some discreet inquiries. I can guide you with that. What we really need is C.C., but as she’s currently... in the wind, I think the best thing to do would be to have you try to find her, then go from there.” 

“There’s a break in two weeks or so,” Kallen says. “I’m not sure how much I can help when I have my exams coming up, but after that I can spend more time digging around.” 

“That’s fair. I don’t think I’m going anywhere,” Lelouch says, bringing another bite of food to his mouth, “which brings me to my next point--”

“You need a wig,” Kallen interrupts, on the tail end of a swallow. “And contacts. So you can go outside. I was thinking about that too, because you can’t be stuck in here all day. It’s not healthy. Or useful.”

“Yes.” He swallows a bite of chicken. “Seeing as I’m still legally dead, you’ll have to get them. I’m not fussy about the wig, but you’ll need to get the contacts made custom, because they have to block my Geass. I’ll give you the name of the company. They respond quickly and you can do the whole thing online. And once I have them I can be more useful. I may not be able to access the same spaces as you, but I can at least make myself useful in the domestic sphere.”

“The wig will be easy,” Kallen says. “I’ll just raid the drama department, no one will miss a wig. The contacts... would using a public library computer to order them be wise? They don’t save any information. Also, I don’t believe you when you say you won’t be fussy. You’ll absolutely be fussy. You are the definition of fussy.” 

“That’s a good idea. And I know what I like--that isn’t being fussy, it’s being precise.” He sets his fork down, having somehow beat Kallen at finishing a meal.

Kallen mutters “fussy” underneath her breath as she scrapes the last bit of rice from her plate. “You cooked. I’ll do the dishes.” She takes them to the sink, scrapes the food into a bin, and wrenches on the faucet, which gives a grating squeak. She removes her scrub top, revealing a tank top underneath, and tosses it on to her chair. 

“You didn’t have to do that. You could at least let me earn my keep.”

“You’re a guest,” she says brusquely. “The least we could do is trade off on it.” For some reason, a prickly feeling starts to move through his chest at her words. What could there possibly be in those sentences that hurts his feelings? 

“I suppose you’re right,” he says after a beat, “but we will be trading off. Mark my words.” 

“Sure.” Kallen dries the last plate and puts it in the cabinet with the others. “Hey, I’ve got an early morning tomorrow, so I’m going to turn in. Goodnight, okay?”

He watches her as she gathers her discarded shirt and heads into her bedroom without a backwards glance. The sound of her door closing reminds him of when she’d left earlier in the day, but while she’s only a room away, suddenly Kallen feels far more distant than she was during her actual absence. 

Lelouch finds himself irrationally bothered by it. He isn’t quite sure why. He grabs Kallen’s book from the table, not that she had noticed, and heads to the sofa to steel himself for a late night. 

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Survey #213

"there's a voice in my head, says i'm better off dead, but if i sing along a little fucking louder to a happy song, i'll be all right."

Are there popsicles in your freezer right now? No. Ice cream? No. Is there a lamp in your bedroom? Well, two heat lamps for Kaiju and Venus. Would you prefer eating jello or pudding? Pudding. After washing your hair, do you put any products in it? No. Last time you ate a salad? Yikes, it's been a long time... Can you name 2 books of the Bible? Uhhh Luke and Revelations? Do people usually think your brother is handsome? I don't know, I haven't lived with him since I was a kid, and he doesn't live in my state. So we don't know the same people. Have you ever crawled thru a vent? Not to my memory. Are there toothpicks in your kitchen? They're in the bathroom. How many living grandparents do you have? One. Do you eat more than 3 meals a day? No; I don't even always have three. Do you know how old your house is? I believe it was made in the '70s. Do you think you have great potential for success? Meh. Have you applied any lipstick, chapstick, gloss, etc to your lips today? No. Would you rather have tan or pale skin color? Pale. Sometimes I hate it, but I like it more overall. Especially when you're a goth at heart know what I'm sayin'. Last time you entered a high school? Probably my sister's graduation. Last time you rode a bike? It's been years, dude. Probably not since high school. Do you drink your water from the tap? You couldn't pay me to. Our water is technically clean, we've had it tested, but dead serious, the hot water smells like rotten eggs. I'm pretty sure Mom said it's something about the salt content in the pipes. But nevertheless, mind over matter would nooot work. Is there any kind of design on your socks? I'm not wearing socks. Have you ever had an ice cream cake for your birthday? No, I'm not a fan. Do you use dryer sheets? Yes. Do you like Subway? Yeah. What was your worst mistake in your life? Letting a guy become god, the entire universe, and more to me. Is this year the best year of your life? Oh, hunny- Is there someone in your life you wish you never met? I don't think so. Did you sleep well last night? I never do. I always wake up at least once. What’s the last song you heard? "Happy Song" by Bring Me The Horizon is on repeat. What is your favorite line from a TV show? I don't have a clue. Any current family issues? No. Who is the last friend you spent time with outside of school? Summer and I talked for a while at my niece's b-day party a few days back. What do you think of your mother? Your father? Your siblings (if there are any)? I love them. There's one sister I don't know so can't really say anything on her, then I do have another sister who, if I can assume via Facebook interactions, can't be too fond of me. But I could be mistaken with my habit of said assuming... Who/What is one person/thing that had the biggest impact on your life? Who: Jason. What: my mental health. What is the biggest problem in your life right now? How isolated I am and void of purpose I feel. What is one band that you find yourself going back to again and again? You mean like, stop liking but then get back into? None, I think. Have you ever had a crush on someone of the same gender as you? Yes. Have you ever kissed someone of the same gender as you? Yes. Do you and your dad get along? Yes. What’s the longest amount of time you’ve ever kept a goldfish alive for? Idk. Can you see your purse right now? Yes. Are you wearing any perfume? What kind? No. Are there products in your hair? No. Have you ever eaten cat food? I don't think so, though I wouldn't be surprised as a kid. How many pets do you have? Six. Do you actually like them? All but my sister's dog. I can't stand him. Do you have one best friend who is always there for you? My girlfriend. Do you wear skirts a lot? I never do. I hate my legs. Do you basically live in jeans? I have zero jeans. Do you wear sweatpants a lot? Not really; if I'm not in pjs, I'm usually in dance or yoga pants. How many pairs of jeans do you think you have? Zero. Do you like hoodies? Yeah. Big ones or the form fitting kind? Bigger ones. Did you ever actually have a rubber duck? I think I did. Are you one of those people who claim to live with no regrets? I go back and forth, lol. But no, I have regrets. Do you love your computer? It's got a few issues, but yeah. Do friends or family come first? Family of the heart, anyway. Us sharing blood doesn't mean shit to me, honestly. What’s your lucky number? I don't believe in "lucky" numbers. Who were the last 5 people you spoke to? I'll include via technology because otherwise I have no clue. Mom, Sara, Emma, and two women interested in adopting Kaiju. Do you have the same password for everything? No. Do you get shy around the person you like? Sometimes. What color is your phone? Dark navy. Do you prefer pens or pencils? Pencils. Do you like peanut butter? Yes. If you could live forever, would you? Hell no. Do you talk in your sleep? A lot. What was the last thing you regretted? Probably depression binge-eating something. Are you any good at cutting hair? Never tried. Do you like your yearbook picture this year? N/A What was the last YouTube video to make you laugh? Ummm there was something last night, but idr what. Do you like tomatoes? No. Do you have a pool? I wish. How would you describe your style? Too poor and lazy to be a goth so dresses in whatever is at the top of my drawer tbh lmao. Do you still talk to any of your exes? One. Have you ever been arrested? No. What was the last thing you watched on TV? I don't watch TV by my own volition anymore and there's not even a TV in my room, so... I really don't know. Do you have a tan? Even the Irish are ashamed of me. What was your most embarrassing moment? Who knows. I'm so easily humiliated and affected by it that I can remember times I've been even remotely embarrassed as far back as pre-k. Do you fall for people fast? No. Do you tell your parents everything? No. Are you quick to judge? Depends. Not generally. When was the last time you crawled through a window? I have zero clue. Are you scared of spiders? Most, yes. What would you do if the doctor told you that you were pregnant? Have a full-blown panic attack despite that being physically impossible. Do you plan on moving within the next year? It'd be nice, but I estimate it'll be around two more years. Have you been to a baby shower? Yeah. How many cars can fit in your driveway? Hm. A few, since the parking area behind the house is decently-sized. Are you taller than your mom? No. Are you a cuddler? Yes. Sleep on your back or stomach? My stomach/upper torso kinda to the side. Think of the last time you were angry. Why were you angry? I don't remember. Though I know I was mad recently. How long has it been since you had sex? Almost four years. Who was the last person to call you babe? Sara. Last reason you went to the ER? My sister got in a car wreck. Have you ever taken pictures in a photo booth? Yeah. When was the last time you shaved your legs? It's been maaaany months. What facial cleanser do you use? Biore. Do you use a blowdryer? No. If someone wanted to know what you smelt like, what should they smell? Dogs and cats lmao. Have you ever cheated on the significant other that you have now? No. For that one week a month, do you hate being a woman? Still rather be a woman. Favorite underwear brand? Idk. Last thing you bought at the mall? A book. Do your parents like your boyfriend/girlfriend? Yes. What if an ex asked to be back in your life? Aaron: We've never had issues, we just drifted apart. It'd be weird for him to ask that, but I mean, sure? Juan: I don't know. Probably not. Jason: I REALLY don't know. We could probably be friends at a distance. Tyler: No, I think. Girt: He's still in my life. If you’re on a laptop, how much charge does it have right now? It's charging and only tells me the minutes until it's at full charge. Last gift you received? I don't know. Lesson you recently learned? I absolutely cannot work in a busy environment. What is your favorite condiment to go with french fries? Probably ketchup. What is a field of study that is of your interest? Zoology. What do you have a habit of doing when engaging in a conversation with someone? Thinking too hard on what the appropriate amount of eye contact is. Have you ever laid in a hammock? Yeah. What time of day do you feel mostly at peace? Morning. How has the weather been treating you lately? It's way too fucking hot and humid. Have you ever lost a pet in a tragic way? How did you cope? We've had numerous cats be hit by cars. It was always sad, but I mean, I got through it. Especially as I was just a kid and didn't quite fathom how serious death was, nor did any cats I was SUPER attached to die that way. What can you go a day without doing? Going outside. What can’t you go a day without doing? Using some form of technology. Talking to Sara. Who do you spend most of your time with? No one. I'm usually alone. Do you have a favorite classical composer? No. What type of quality is a must-have in a friend? A caring heart. Have you ever eaten a zucchini? A fried one that was sliced into chips. What type of art would you hang up in your room? Dark art or fandom-related stuff. What goes good with a nice cold glass of milk? Oreos omggggg. What fruit is too sweet to you? None, I think? How much money did your last vacation cost? I don't even remember my last vacation. Have you ever taken a physics class? Yeah. What are your thoughts on celebrity idolization and ‘fangirling/fanboying?’ Oh boy, I can't talk shit here for obvious reasons lmao. What is the messiest area in your home? I'm not sure... I haven't been in my sister's old room in forever, and I can't remember if it's empty or not. If it is empty - hell, even if it isn't -, the answer's probably the laundry room. Who was the last person you called? My mom. What’s your favorite computer game genre? Horror is my favorite game genre period. Do you have any exes your parents never liked? No. Well, Mom had mixed feelings about Juan, but so did I. She didn't not like him, though. Do you take public transportation to work? N/A. Public transport doesn't even come here. What extracurricular activities did you do when you were growing up? Soccer for one season (I hated it), softball, basketball, briefly cheerleading, and dance. Has anything unusual happened to you recently? Idk. I don't think so. Do you like chicken korma? I have no clue what that is. What was the last type of tea you drank? I never drink tea; I hate it. Have you ever been severely mentally ill? Yes. Where is the most interesting place you could go that’s within day-trip distance from your house? Stealing previous answer: Washington D.C. Do you ever rearrange your furniture? No. Have you received financial help from your parents in the past 5 years? Lol I'm still financially dependent on them. Are you a fast or a slow eater? I am an extremely fast eater. I'm not messy or anything, I just, eat how I feel is normal? Just chew until you've done so enough to swallow. What room(s) of your house did you last vacuum? Mine. How old were you when you had your first relationship? My first "real" relationship started at 15. I had a middle school bf for just like... a month or so, but that was all puppy-dog love. Why did your last relationship end? I verified that I didn't like him romantically, and I also found I was just too guarded. In our four months of dating, I got no closer to him than I was from the start. I wasn't ready to date a guy again. What was the last thing you purchased from a small local business? No idea. Is there anyone in your family/household whom you frequently argue with? No. Do you live in a high cost-of-living area? No. Have you ever used chewing tobacco? Ew, no. Do you ever feel like someone would be disappointed to see your body or are you comfortable with your body enough where you don’t think that? I fucking hate my body and I'm sure anyone else would too. What is your favorite flavor of Monster? I don't like Monster. Do you follow your head or your heart? Both, I guess. It depends. How do you act under pressure? Did somebody say PANIC?!?!?!?! Do you ever call people just to hear the sound of their voice? No. Do you ever look back at your yearbooks? No. It'd probably depress me. Have you ever ran from the police? No. Have you ever written on someone’s face in your yearbook? Ha ha yeah, back as a kid... Are you double jointed? No. Who was the last person to yell at you? Mom. What is your favorite stuffed animal that you own? My first stuffed meerkat I named after Zaphod from MM. Or my moose Brownie. Do you have any trophies? Somewhere. Do you work out? No. What grade are you in? I’m not in school. Do you like screamo music? No. Let me hear words, please. If I learn the lyrics, I can /sometimes/ enjoy the song, though. What does your wallet look like? It's rectangular with a Harley Quinn design. Do you have any hickeys on you? No. Is weed a drug? *Technically*, by definition, yes Who’s the first person you turn to when you need a shoulder to cry on? Mom or Sara. Would you cheat on someone for revenge? Or if they wouldn’t find out? No, that's fucking stupid. If you got pregnant right now, would you keep the baby? If I was, God forbid, raped, I don't think I could. If I had unprotected sex willingly, I truly think pregnancy would traumatize me, but I'd probably go through with it and put it up for adoption. I'd want to take responsibility for my actions. Does your family have a secret? No. Are you prejudice against any groups of people? No. If someone gave you a houseplant, would you keep it? Yeah, to be nice. That fella wouldn't live long, though. When/where are you most likely to sing? In the car. Are there any exercises that you do regularly? I'm trying to get in the habit of planking every day since it works out your whole body. Would you ever wish to explore a cave? HELL YES!!!! If you had a son right now, what would you name him? Probably Damien. Who names their son after a Markiplier character? Me. But real talk, I like the name. Do you own a desktop or a laptop? A laptop. Have you kissed more than three guys this year? I haven't kissed any guys. Who’s with you? Mom's on the couch outside my door. Can you use chopsticks? I highly doubt it, especially because I have tremors. When did you last go to an amusement park? Oh, wow. I actually think this was shortly before Jason and I broke up. So 2015. Are there certain things that can’t be joked about with you? Don't you fucking dare joke about rape, retardation, suicide, or self-harm. What would you do if you had a baby with the last person you kissed? We're both females. We can't. Your phone is ringing. It’s your ex. What do you say? I don't have any of my exes' numbers, so I'd answer it and say "hello?". Are any of your texts in your inbox locked? A couple from Sara. If there were no letters on the keys on your keyboard, could you still type? Yes; I don't look at the keyboard when I type. Have you ever dated someone longer than a year? Twice now. Do you currently have a scar? I have a lot. Have you ever seen somebody get shot? No. You have $5 and need to buy snacks at a petrol station. What do you buy? I mean, it depends on what I'm up for. Usually Reese's or something sour. If you were reincarnated as a sea creature, what would you want to be? Probably a dolphin. What do you order most off the internet? Clothes. Describe the last time you were injured? So I have this awful habit of tearing my fingernails when they get long, and I peeled it way too short. Rock concert or symphony? Y'all know I'm picking rock. What is the wallpaper of your mobile phone? Mark and Chica, and my home screen is Sara and me. Most recent movie you’ve watched at the cinema? Detective Pikachu. Name an actor/actress you’ve had the hots for? Jason Momoa. My straight side is certainly still there, friends. What’s your favorite kind of cake? Red velvet. Do you untie your shoes when you take them off? No. Have you ever eaten snow? Yeah. Have you ever done ballet? No. Do you listen to classical music? No. Do you watch Spongebob? I don't watch TV period. Do people consider you intelligent? Those in my life seem stuck on high school me, when I was really smart. I don't think I am anymore. What curse word do you use the most? "Fuck," oops. Would you ever date someone covered in tattoos? Well yeah, I'm probably gonna BE that person one day, lmao. What’s the way people most often mispronounce any part of your name? It's impossible to mispronounce my name... The only thing that sometimes happens is my name is misspelled.

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