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[zeusmerch]

Things to Consider When Designing a Personalised Hoodie’s

Hoodies are particularly well known all over the planet. They are utilized by organizations and furthermore by confidential individuals who need to appear as something else, exceptional and receive their message heard. Planning your own Design Personalised Hoodies in USA can be fun and energizing, however there are a few significant variables to think about to ensure your plan sticks out and is unique in relation to every one of your companions or rivals hoodies out there now.

The principal thing you will maintain that should do while deciding to plan your own customized hoodie is what it addresses. Are you appearing to be one of a kind and stick out or are you hoping to expand your image perceivability and make it a piece of your colder time of year uniform, so the entirety of your representatives appear to be identical. What you need out of the hoodie can assist you with ensuring the plan you pick is the best match in light of your specific requirements and spending plan.

With your portrayal known and your plan finished, You can now begin chipping away at your variety plot. With regards to planning a customized hoodie it begins from the genuine piece of clothing to the printing. So you can pick what tone hoodie will work best and make your logo stick out. You will need to likewise consider everything from the inward coating of the hood to the shade of the sleeves and pockets, you can make a terrific two-tone plan.

The position of the plan is vital and ought to be picked with care. In a perfect world you will have picked a custom piece of clothing maker with a simple to utilize plan site which will empower you to plan your own customized hoodie and the test different spots to put your plan, so you can see what will work best once printed. For an organization as a rule something straightforward, the organization name weaved on the left bosom is great. Assuming you are making your own extraordinary plan and sharing your specialty through your hoodie, then you might need to pick something that will cover the whole front of the hoodie to ensure it is seen and seen pushing ahead.

Get a total model of your plan prior to pursuing any choices. You can send the fine art through the piece of clothing producer and let their in-house planners examine guarantee you have picked the right hued customized hoodie that your plan will stick out and offer the expression you are hoping to make. Their in-house fashioner will have long stretches of involvement and they will actually want to make a proposals and proposition a counsel to assist you with finishing your plan easily and comfort.

Take as much time as necessary while picking a custom maker. Recall a printing organization is definitely not a custom maker, they will just have restricted hoodies to look over. At the point when you need to plan a customized hoodie that you will not get somewhere else, then you need to pick an organization that will make your hoodie without any preparation in light of your exceptional plan.

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When you are content with your choice, then, at that point, send through your plan. The in-house group will examine guarantee you are sending the right quality picture that they can utilize. They might need to make a few minor changes in accordance with guarantee the plan will give you the best item over the long haul.

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[bmqualitymaster]

Why is a Quality Management System necessary in the food industry? 

The impact of food industry is widespread. Food and emotions have a close connection. It touches every creature in the world. And that is the reason food industry is innovating its offering every day to keep building that connect.    

But manufacturers must be ultra careful about the safety, and quality of their offerings. They must follow necessary compliance, manage consumers’ changing demands, and keep consumers happy to beat the competition.  

In this dynamic world, relying on age old pen-paper method or deploying spreadsheets for support is not a good idea. Food manufactures must look forward for a new age software solution quite like a Quality Management System in Food Industry.  

It is a digital solution to manage and streamline quality related concerns of food manufacturers.  

With the help of this system, manufacturers can easily document, store, track, manage their quality related documents, procedures, and processes to ensure quality is marked at every step of food manufacturing process.  

There are various interconnected modules in a QMS software, each having its own significance in food industry. Let us take a quick overview of these modules and know how these modules play a pivotal role in food industry.  

Document management module - It keeps and manages all the documents related to your industry. Documents like ingredient specs, quality records, regulatory documents, SOPs, etc., thus promoting compliance, security, and productivity. 

Complaint management – Minimize complaints by efficiently manage, registering, tracking, and resolving them. The module helps to minimize complaints related to taste, contamination, packaging, allergen, and all. This way it helps to improve your responsiveness customer satisfaction while also enabling you keep up with the compliance.  

Audit management – Regular audits are a cornerstone of quality management. The Audit Management module helps in planning, conducting, and documenting audits. It ensures that the organization is consistently meeting its quality objectives and identifies areas for improvement. 

NC/CAPA management – This part takes care of problems with food (commonly called non-conformance or NC), whenever it deviates from the standards, has issues with ingredients, isn't clean, or breaks the rules. It also goes beyond to identify what went wrong and associate it with corrective and preventive actions (CAPA) to stop its future recurrence.  

Training management – In any industry, training of the staff is very essential. When it comes to food, training has an increased significance. Staff must be trained for compliances, best practices to produce, safety measures on the floor etc. This module automates the entire  

Change management – With change in external factors like consumer preference, government rules, regulatory laws, etc, and otherwise, lot of changes come into play inside a food manufacturing organization. This module handles the changes so that the impact does not derail the day-to-day function and the change brings the intended result without harming the productivity.  

Risk management - This module ensures that risk like recalls, food safety, quality issues, perishability etc., are easily managed.  

These modules collectively help food manufacturing industry to instil quality culture in the industry and handle quality issues effectively.  

With so many features, a QMS software automates and reduces repetitive and error-prone tasks and paves a path to produce hygienic, quality, and safe food.  

If you are a food manufacturing organization, looking for a Quality Management System Software for your business, look for BM QualityMaster.  

BM QualityMaster’s specially designed QMS offers wide range of features and benefits to your food manufacturing organization.    

To know more about it, contact BM QualityMaster. 

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[flurrys-creativity]

Anabiosis

Anabiosis (n.) - Return to life after seeming death

Pairing: Park Seonghwa (Ateez) x GN!Reader; Genre: Sniper AU, Romance, Strangers to Lovers, Angst, Crime, Fluff; Rating: sfw, NC-17; Warnings: drunk people, creeps, being slapped on the ass in public without consent, a creep in a club, some random dude dies, blood, bullet shots, mentions of a sniper assassin, mentions of weapons, mentions of crime terminology, a weapon, more blood, kissing; Wordcount: 7.931

Summary: A lot of people were instantly scared or afraid of Seonghwa, keeping their distance to him. Not you though. Instead you were drawn to the mysterious man, maybe even harbouring a crush on him. Would that crush stay once you found out about his dark secret?

The first time you met, Seonghwa appeared awfully normal. Still. Everything that happened on that day was stuck in your mind. You didn’t learn his name on that day but the impression he left behind was something else.

You sighed and straightened your uniform one last time before you walked out of the back and behind the counter of the small café and bakery. Soft music played in the background while your coworkers made the last preparations.

A Saturday morning, one of your least favourite shifts. You didn’t mind working on the weekends - not really, but Saturday mornings meant some of the drunken visitors from the bars and clubs around the area would crash here. Not that it was something bad, at least not all the time. Most of them just ordered a strong coffee to counter the remaining alcohol in their systems, some of them just got something to eat for their way home, but a few were a nuisance.

And that nuisance was already pounding against the door.

You gritted your teeth, seeing the wrecked group of men in front of the entrance, demanding loudly to be let in. With a glance at the large clock hanging behind you and the counter, you sighed again. You couldn’t postpone the opening any further. You straightened your shoulders and shared knowing looks with your coworkers before you forced a smile onto your face and walked over to the door, opening it for the day.

“About damn time”, one of the men sneered and stumbled into the café. His comrades grunted something underneath their breaths and just followed him.

It took everything within you to not scrunch up your nose in disgust from the obnoxious stench of alcohol that surrounded them. Instead you kept smiling and welcomed them to the café. You hoped they would only order a coffee or something to eat and go soon again.

Sadly enough luck wasn’t on your side and they sat down at a table, pulling more chairs around it. You winced at the screeching sound the chairs made as they were pulled over the floor. 

“Oi, can somebody take our damn orders?”

You cried on your inside as you got a notepad and a pen, walking over to the group with that plastered smile on your lips. “Of course. What would you gentlemen like to get?” You scribbled down their orders, nodding along to indicate you got what they had said.

As you were about to leave, one of the men grabbed your arm and turned you back to him. “Hey sweetheart”, he said with a crooked smile, “get yourself a coffee as well and join us when you have the time.”

“Thanks for the offer.” You bowed and moved away as fast as possible, not wanting to spend more time than necessary near them.

The time trickled down slowly and while people came and went, getting their coffees or some bread rolls for breakfast, the group of drunk guys stayed. They disrupted the peace of the café with loud shouting or laughter. No other customer dared to sit on one of the tables around them, probably because even the freshly brewed coffee couldn’t cover the scent of alcohol around them. To your dismay you couldn’t throw them out since every now and then one of them ordered something again. 

“Hey Y/N? Could you bring the coffee to the table in the corner over there?” A coworker asked of you, balancing a bunch of plates in her hands as she nodded towards the lone table near the front door.

Your eyes followed the motion and you were surprised to see someone sitting there. You hadn’t noticed this man coming into the café, nor have you noticed him ordering something. Sure you were quite occupied with the drunkards but you still tried to be aware of the rest of the café.

“Y/N?”

You snapped back to your coworker and nodded quickly, smiling apologetically for spacing out. With that you grabbed the coffee and walked over to the front. Your eyes drifted to the man, who sat in his chair as he looked out the large window front, seemingly not moving at all. For a second you even thought he might be a statue but when you came closer his head turned towards you, his dark eyes scanning you quickly.

“One black coffee, sir”, you smiled uncomfortably and placed the cup in front of him, “is there anything else you would like?”

His eyes were still focused on you as if he was staring into your very soul. Suddenly a soft smile appeared on his lips and the scary aura surrounding him slowly crumbled down. “No, thank you.”

You felt the dread lifting from your chest as your own smile turned more genuine. “Let me know, if you change your mind, sir.” Once he nodded you turned around and headed back to the counter. 

While you continued your work you couldn’t help yourself but to glance back at the man. He was dressed completely in black, with leather shoes, tight fitting pants and a turtleneck accentuating his small waist, as well as a long black coat hanging over the back of his chair. His hair was just as black and small strands of it curled at his neck.  He was intriguing to say the least.

Your shift continued with the group of men annoying the living hell out of you and with the mysterious man sitting there silently in his corner.

Every time when you had to go to the table of men you felt worse. They stared at you, literally undressed you with their eyes, grabbed your arms and one of them even slapped your ass when you had leaned forward to place a cup of coffee down. You had yelped while the men exploded into loud laughter. You tried to keep your composure and just smiled awkwardly, mumbling if there was nothing else, you’d leave again.

Thankfully they either didn’t hear you or they didn’t want anything else, but you were able to take your leave.

“You alright?” One of your coworkers whispered when you stepped behind the counter and rubbed your behind. 

“Mhm, not the worst scenario I experienced.” You tried to reassure them, ignoring the humiliation you just experienced. “Let’s just hope they leave soon.” You glanced back at the table with a scowl on your face.

You nearly jumped out of your skin when someone suddenly blocked the view to the table as they stood in front of the register. 

“Thanks for the coffee. It was delightful”, a smooth voice said. The man from the corner stood in front of you, shooting you a pained smile. “I’d like to pay.”

“Sure”, you nodded and typed the needed numbers in the register. You thanked him for his visit, assuming he would leave immediately. Your eyes widened in shock when he walked over to the table of men. 

You couldn’t hear what he was saying, but the loud, boisterous atmosphere vanished as all the men looked at him. Almost fearful. They were quick to answer him and nod before all but one jumped up and came to you.

“We’d like to pay.”

You stared at them in surprise for a moment longer. “Okay?” You proceeded to ring them up, still overwhelmed by the fact that they wanted to leave so fast. The minute they had paid, they rushed out of the café.

Your attention turned back to the remaining man at the table. He nearly cowered in front of him, trembling like a leaf during a storm. He then got up and came over to the counter as well.

“I am sorry for my behaviour today”, he gritted through his teeth, eyes downcast. “Please accept this money along with my apology for the inconvenience I caused.”

“Okay?”

He placed the money on the counter and left just as quickly as his friends.

“What just happened?” Your coworkers gathered around you, while you stared dumbly at the money. Only the ring of the doorbell pulled you out of your stupor.

“No”, you whispered, dread crushing your lungs again. “I need to thank him.” With one quick gaze you had noticed the man had left and you rushed towards the entrance door, ignoring the calls from your coworkers. You stumbled out on the street and frantically looked around, hoping to catch a glimpse of his back. 

He had vanished that day and weeks had passed since then before you encountered him again. This time was less normal than the first meeting.

You swayed from side to side with closed eyes and only focused on the loud music buzzing around you. It needed a few beers before you were able to ignore the many people around you and just let it go. The past few weeks had been stressful and your friends convinced you to go out tonight. Normally you weren’t much of a fan when it came to clubbing but since you hadn’t seen your friends in so long you complied.

“There is some guy staring at you for some time now”, your best friend shouted into your ear,  hoping you would hear her over the loud music.

You only shrugged with your shoulders. As long as nobody approached you or tried something creepy you couldn’t care less about some dude just staring.

“Doesn’t it freak you out?”

“Why should it?” You opened your eyes and looked at your friend, arching an eyebrow in question.

“Cause he hasn’t moved at all and just keeps staring at you. Just looking at him freaks me out.” 

You shrugged again. “Guess, I just don’t look back.” You giggled and grabbed the hands of your friend, twirling her in front of you to distract her again. You could feel the tingling sensation from the staring on your back and even though you wanted to take a short look you forced yourself to ignore it.

The night went on and one of your friends came with another round of beers. You soon enough forgot about the tingling sensation and kept on dancing and laughing, swaying your body according to the rhythm of the music.

Soon enough you felt hands on your hips and a warm presence nearly pressed against your back. You looked up to see all of your friends in front of you. You caught the eyes of your best friend, who silently shook her head, indicating that you should get away from whoever was behind you.

With a few twirls and playful laughter you tried to dance away from the person, not wanting to create a scene in the middle of the club. You saw a bulky man eyeing you hungrily and before you were able to escape his reach he grabbed your wrist and pulled you against his chest.

You raised your hands to lower the impact and keep some distance between your torsos, trying to push yourself away from him. 

“Your face is just as pretty as your ass”, he commented and smirked, eyeing you up and down.

You nearly gagged from that comment and tried to push yourself away even more, hating the scent of sweat invading your nostrils. You managed to break free and wanted to hurry to your friend when he grabbed your wrist again.

“Can’t wait to get out of here? I feel the same way”, he laughed and his hold on your wrist got stronger.

Before you were able to do anything, someone else broke the hold on your wrist and stepped in front of you, shielding you from that creep’s sight.

You looked at the back in front of you. Wide shoulders covered in a black shirt, which was tucked into a black pair of pants and accentuated a slim waist. Your gaze quickly moved back up again, seeing the black hair curling at his nape.

A bright smile formed on your lips when the man you had met once at the café, turned around and looked at you in concern.

“It’s you!”

He quickly scanned your face before a soft smile adorned his handsome features. His cheeks pushed up until the corners of his eyes crinkled slightly. “Hey.”

“I’m so glad to meet you again!” You almost jumped up and down in excitement, the light buzz from the alcohol making you more eager than you wanted to be.

He chuckled and placed his hands gently on your elbows, steadying your swaying body. He glanced up and his smile dimmed down when he looked back down to you. “I think you should go back to your friends. They are glaring at me.”

“What?” You gasped and looked over your shoulder with wide eyes, not understanding why they would glare at him when he was kind enough to help you. Again.

You caught the gaze of your best friend, who silently urged you to get away from him. She insisted on it even after you shook your head and motioned them to come over. 

“I think they might be scared of me”, the man whispered into your ear, gaining your attention again.

“Why?”

He laughed and turned you around, swaying your body together with his as your back was against his chest. He held your hands loosely in front of you, giving you the chance to leave at any time. “The better question is, why aren’t you?” He leaned down to your ear, his lips brushing against your soft skin as he spoke.

You tried to suppress the shiver that ran down your spine and electrified every nerve in your body. The hair on your neck stood up and deep inside you a sense of fear stirred silently. 

His voice, even though smooth, held danger in it and your instincts knew that, but you were too intoxicated to act on it.

“Now, we don’t want to make your friends more worried about you. We’ll see each other again. Off you go.” He moved his hands away from yours and settled them on your hips, only to give you a gentle push towards your friends, who were quick to grab you and pull you into their circle.

When you turned around, about to complain that you didn’t even know his name yet, he had vanished once again. Your eyes roamed over the crowd, trying to find him in the masses of people again.

“Are you okay? I can’t believe that creep!” Your friend rubbed your upper arm, looking you up and down in concern.

You nodded slowly. “It’s alright. He saved me. Again.”

“Huh?” Your friend arched her eyebrows. “He pushed you away and we were able to get you.”

“What?” You stared at her with your mouth open. “That wasn’t the creep! The guy before that was the creep!”

Your best friend shook her head. “That guy just now was the guy who had been staring at you the whole night.”

Your eyes widened in surprise and you silently cursed yourself for ignoring his stare all that time. “He helped me out back at the café”, you mumbled, feeling glum all of a sudden. You could have talked to him the whole night already and you had ignored it.

“It’s better when you stay away from him. Something about this man isn’t right.” Your best friend told you and rubbed your upper arm again, trying to comfort you.

You still wanted to leave soon after, having lost the fun in clubbing for that night. You said goodbye to your friends and left the club, taking deep breaths when the cool night air hit your face. Having lost him yet again, you felt like you were about to cry any second. You couldn’t even explain why you felt like this and that annoyed you even more.

More weeks passed since that night and your mind always returned to his question. Even though you weren’t sure he actually said it or your intoxicated brain just made stuff up. The same thing applied to the warning your friend had told you, even though you already confirmed she really said that. 

Though the moment you had met Seonghwa again your mind went blank, forgetting his question and everything else.

You walked out of the convenience store, wrapping your jacket tighter around your body as the cold wind hit you. As soon as the sun set, it got uncomfortably cold in town. You noticed it even more, since you had forgotten about it once again and just wore a simple jacket. Maybe you shouldn’t have gone out to the store when it was already nearing midnight, but you craved some snacks and had no self control.

You drew your shoulders inwards and walked as fast as possible back home. You turned around a corner with your head lowered, glad the two tall walls on each side of the passage were shielding you somewhat from the cold wind. 

A dull thud further down the passage made you stop and look up. There were only streetlamps at the beginning and at the end of the way, leaving not much light for the rest of the path. Still, you were able to see something lying in the middle of the way.

While your instincts begged you to turn around and take another way home, you slowly walked forwards. You grabbed your phone and turned on the flashlight, shining it towards the ground. You stopped again a few steps away from the lump once you recognised it as a body.

“Hello?” Your voice was shaking just like the hand that held your phone. Your throat constricted while you tried to swallow the lump in it. You could feel your heart beat like crazy and your blood rushing in your ears. You took another step forward, your legs feeling painfully heavy.

You nearly dropped your phone when you saw a small pool of blood pooling around the head of the person. You exhaled shakily and moved your light further.

Lifeless eyes stared into the distance, while the skin turned more pale with every passing second. 

You bit on your lip, remembering you heard nothing else but the thud of the body. In that very moment your eyes fell on a bullet hole in the temple of the man. You hadn’t heard a gunshot either.

Even though you couldn’t explain why, you started to look up and around, scanning the rooftops. You didn’t think you would see something since it was night but the moon shone brightly.

The air in your lungs got stuck when you saw a small reflection on one of the rooftops. You froze on the spot, staring with wide eyes towards the spot. You couldn’t see anything else but you felt eyes on you. You felt a presence there.

You jumped and yelped when a shot hit a small tin can next to your feet. You backed away from the body, eyes quickly moving back up to the rooftop. Adrenaline rushed through your veins and your instincts screamed at you to run away, but something stopped you.

The man was shot in the head from that rooftop. He seemed calm as if he didn’t know what was coming for him. He wasn’t running, otherwise you would have noticed remnants of sweat. Additionally the distance between the body and the reflection you saw was quite far. To hit someone like that needed skills.

You couldn’t explain it but you were convinced the shot in the can was supposed to land there. Whoever shot from up there didn’t mean to hurt you. 

Your attention got interrupted when you heard steps coming towards you. Your eyes snapped from the rooftop to the end of the passage, seeing a dark figure walking towards you. A long dark coat floated behind them and the chest was dimly lit by a phone. 

The figure stopped and looked up as if they sensed your eyes on them.

You gasped, seeing the dark eyes piercing right into yours. A spurt of happiness ran through your body upon seeing him again, but it quickly disappeared again as you remembered the sniper on the rooftop.

Without even thinking you sprinted towards him and grabbed his wrist, pulling him with you away from the dead body, which he hopefully hadn’t noticed yet, and out of the passage. You rounded another corner to be out of the view of the sniper before you stopped and turned to him. “What a surprise”, you said breathlessly, “meeting you again.”

“Are you okay?” He asked and looked at you with concerned eyes. He gently moved his wrist out of your grip and placed his own hands on your shoulders, squeezing them as if he wanted to tell you, you were safe.

You looked past him for a second, an unknown fear of being followed creeping up on you. “I, yeah, yeah, sure. I’m okay.” You nodded vigorously, trying to convince yourself more than convincing him.

“Okay”, he smiled but it looked rather pained than reassuring. “Where are you headed? I could accompany you there.”

“I’m on my way home after I bought some snacks at the convenience store. I just started a new series marathon and needed supplies.” You held up the bag you were still holding in one hand and smiled, trying to ignore your thoughts about what happened back in the passage way.

“A new series?”

“Crime series.”

“Ah”, he hummed and looked up, appearing to think about something, “those are the best series.”

“You wanna join?”

His head snapped back to look at you with wide eyes, resembling your own surprised expression. You didn’t know where that question came from and you were too embarrassed now to take it back. You didn’t even know his name but here you were inviting him over to your place to watch a crime series.

You saw a faint blush appearing on his face as he continued to stare at you with wide eyes.

“You don’t have to of course”, you quickly added and tore your eyes away from his face, “I mean you don’t even know me or anything and you’re probably having other plans to begin with.”

“No, actually, I’d like to join you. If you’re okay with it.” He rubbed the back of his neck and looked to the side, avoiding eye contact with you.

A faint smile played over your lips and you tried to look into his eyes again, leaning forward with a cheeky glint in your eyes. “Would you be so kind and tell me your name before I take you home with me?”

His blush deepened even more as he glanced at your face and quickly looked back again. “Seonghwa. My name is Seonghwa.”

You smiled in delight, finally knowing his name. You told him your name as well and turned around, ready to walk towards your home. “I hope you like the snacks I bought, cause I don’t really have much else at my place”, you snickered and looked into the bag you were carrying. For a second you even considered visiting the convenience store again, but you discarded the thought immediately when you were reminded of the dead body back there.

Thinking about it, you should probably call the police and tell them, but how were you supposed to tell them you found a dead body without concerning Seonghwa. 

“There are police sirens heading towards us”, he suddenly commented and brought you out of your thoughts. “I wonder if something happened.”

Your head snapped up and soon enough you even saw the flashing lights coming closer and closer. You gulped a lump in your throat, fearing you were doing something wrong since you weren’t there to tell them what you saw.

“You think it’s another case?”

“Another case?” Your voice sounded higher than it should and you cleared your throat quickly, hoping it wouldn’t happen again.

“It’s all over the news. Mysterious murders and the victims are only ones with long criminal records.” Seonghwa glanced down at you, curious of your reaction.

“There have been more?” You were surprised but at the same time you weren’t since you normally didn’t keep up with the news and ignored most chatter in the café as well. “I didn’t know. What else does the news say?”

Seonghwa shrugged with his shoulders. “Nothing much. It’s always more news about the criminals than the sniper.”

“A sniper?”

“Hmm?”

“Ah, nothing”, you laughed and waved it off, guiding Seonghwa further towards your apartment. You were thankful Seonghwa was with you and kept talking to you, distracting you successfully from the man in the passageway.

“So, that’s my home”, you opened the door wide and walked inside, “please ignore the mess. I did not expect visitors.” You grabbed some clothes from the floor and threw them into your room, trying to show at least some decency. 

“It’s cute.”

“Thanks!” You smiled brightly, happy to hear Seonghwa liked your home. “Please take a seat. I just get us something to drink and we can start the marathon.” You weren’t sure what he would like to drink and you didn’t really have much to begin with, so you just grabbed a bottle from everything and came back to your living room, seeing Seonghwa on the couch.

He looked once again just like a statue, way too stiff for his own good. “Just feel like you’re at home”, you smiled and placed the bottles on the table in front of him. “You look way too stiff there.”

Seonghwa let out a breath that may have been a shy laugh as well. “I’m sorry.”

“Don’t be.” You sat next to him, keeping some distance between the both of you though, turned on your tv, choosing the crime show and starting it. You pulled your knees up to your chest and wrapped your arms around them, resting your head on your knees, while your eyes focused on the screen.

Your focus didn’t last for long. Soon enough you felt the tingle you always got from people staring at you. You tried to ignore it and follow the crime on your screen but your mind kept bugging you about it. What if you had something on your face, or maybe Seonghwa wasn’t comfortable and didn’t know how to phrase it, or maybe he was bored by the series?

“When you don’t look at the screen, I’m pretty sure you won’t get what’s happening in the story.” You smiled softly, refusing to look at him though. 

You heard him laugh awkwardly and shuffle around, before you heard a mumbled apology. He turned towards the tv screen and started watching the show as well. 

You started to relax a little, following the scenes on the screen. After a while you nearly forgot about Seonghwa, if it weren’t for the fact that you felt his eyes on you every now and then.

“There is one thing I really hate in crime series”, you told him, after watching how a burglar shot someone and the loud gunshot alarmed everyone around, “that none of the bad guys are smart enough to simply use a silencer when they want to be stealthy.”

“A suppressor.”

“Hm?” You turned to Seonghwa, forgetting about the series as your eyes fell on his relaxed, leaned back form.

“It’s called a suppressor. If you were talking about the attachment to muffle a gunshot.” He looked at you, a wary smile forming on his lips when he noticed your full attention on him.

“What did I call it?”

“A silencer. It’s a term a lot of movies and series use. Probably because people grasp the purpose of it more easily with that term.” Seonghwa shrugged with his shoulders, glancing back to the tv screen. His brows furrowed for a split second before he neutralised his expression again.

Your eyes shone in excitement and you turned your whole body around to look at Seonghwa. “What else is wrong in such movies and series?” You scooted a little closer, crossing your legs and leaning eagerly forward on your hands.

Seonghwa snickered but played along, turning to you as well. ”Hmm, let me think.” His eyes roamed around the room, while he tapped his lower lip in thought, effectively drawing your attention to the plush pillows.

Unconsciously, you scooted even closer to Seonghwa, drawn to his lips and what he would tell you.

“A lot of movies confuse the terms of clips and magazines as well, referring to the wrong item”, Seonghwa told you as he looked back at you, smirking lightly when he noticed your awed expression.

Soon enough the series played as a background noise for you, while you talked with Seonghwa, fascinated by his broad knowledge about weapons.

“Ah, look there”, Seonghwa said, pointing at the tv screen with one hand. He wrapped his other around your middle and pulled you against his side, leaving the hand there and drawing little circles with his thumb. “It looks like the officer wants to push the gun away so he wouldn’t be shot, but if the gangster were smart he would shoot anyway.”

“But wouldn’t he miss? That’s a waste of a bullet, isn’t it?” You asked, looking from the tv screen up to his side profile.

“He’d definitely miss, yeah, but it wouldn’t be a wasted bullet. If you shoot a gun the barrel becomes incredibly hot. There is a small explosion inside it after all. So the opponent would have to let go of the gun, howling in pain from the burn. And that is the moment you could strike, shooting again.” Seonghwa explained, using his free hand to underline it with simple movements.

“Wouldn’t I be too shaken after the fight to properly shoot and land a good hit?”

Seonghwa snickered and turned his head to you. “Even a gunshot that isn’t fatal, will ruin a lot. For at least a few weeks, if not even months. The only explanation why characters in movies are still able to fight after being shot, is the adrenaline coursing through their body, which has to be massive amounts otherwise you just drop to the floor in pain.” He leaned a little towards you, his eyes shortly dropping to your lips as he licked over his own. “Also I am pretty sure you wouldn’t be as shaken as you think you might be.”

As his voice suddenly dropped into a deep whisper, you couldn’t prevent the shiver running down your spine. You took a deep breath, noticing the distinct scent of something sharp wafting off of Seonghwa, but as you weren’t able to pinpoint it, you ignored it. “So you think I could be dangerous?” You mumbled and leaned closer to Seonghwa as well until his breath fanned over your skin.

He chuckled lowly and brushed the tip of his nose against yours. “If you were skilled, yeah, you could be dangerous.”

Your eyes fluttered shut and your heart pounded in anticipation, almost eager to finally kiss him. You felt the ghost of his lips against yours when his phone suddenly rang.

Seonghwa pulled away with a pained expression, silently apologising to you, before he stood up and brought some distance between you and him. Deeming the distance as enough, he accepted the call with a low hum. He hummed several times more, nodding slowly in addition to them.

You lowered the volume of the series even though you turned towards it, having your eyes trained on the screen. You looked up when Seonghwa appeared next to you again. 

“Something came up”, he mumbled and smiled in pain, “I’m sorry.”

You quickly shook your head. “Don’t worry. Us watching the series wasn’t planned in the first place. It’s alright.” You grinned up to him, feeling how your own smile didn’t reach your eyes.

“Do you think we could…” Seonghwa rubbed the back of his neck, avoiding looking you in the eyes. “Could we do this again? But properly?” He exhaled in relief when he saw your nod, his hand dropping back to his side. “Great! Then, uh, I’ll see you around!”

Only after he left you realised neither of you exchanged numbers. It took every ounce of dignity inside of you to not run after Seonghwa again. You had his name. That should be enough for now. You simply hoped fate wanted you two to meet again.

Your hopes of running into him dimmed with every passing day where it didn’t happen. After months of no word from Seonghwa you had basically given up on seeing him again. You refused to overthink the situation, instead you dove into working, studying and going out. 

“I never thought I would actually go out with a detective”, you snickered, swirling the red liquid in your glass around, “it must be super interesting to work on cases and find clues.”

The man in front of you grinned brightly. As if on cue he started to boast about his job and all the achievements he already got. He even showed you his weapon, telling you every little detail about it as if he was talking to a little kid.

You quickly lost your interest in that man, when you picked up a strange scent. “What’s that smell?” You asked and leaned over the table, softly sniffing the air above the gun he was still holding.

“Must be the gunpowder. I was training today, so it might smell like it.”

You looked up in interest. “Do people smell like gunpowder when they use it?” Your mind immediately shot back to the night where Seonghwa was at your place. The scent you hadn’t been able to name, now like a neon sign in the dark to you.

“Yeah, unless they shower after using a gun, people will smell like it.”

He continued to speak but your mind was already too far gone. Even though you didn’t know anything about Seonghwa, you were sure he had used a firearm before you had met that night. His question from the night in the club popped back up in your memory. Your eyes flickered around the room and your heartbeat sped up. 

“I need to go.” You literally fled the bar, almost running through the streets. At first you weren’t sure where you were heading, but when you found yourself at the entrance of the alley where you witnessed the murder, you stopped.

Your chest rose heavily from your breathing. “Could it be?” The wind dragged your muttered words into the distance, as if it wanted to keep you quiet. You shivered slightly and walked further into the alley. Surely you didn’t hope to find anything, knowing the police would have taken everything with them.

You stopped at the place where you had found the dead body. Automatically your eyes moved upwards, stopping only when you looked at the roof from the high building across from the alley. You remembered the reflection you had seen that night and before you knew it you hurried towards that building.

You definitely hadn’t any evidence but something inside of you told you, Seonghwa had been trying to warn you. Multiple times. He had tried to tell you that he was dangerous and that you should have listened to your friends. 

Even so. You couldn’t bring yourself to be afraid of him. How could you be afraid of someone, who helped you out more than once. Someone, who was just too sweet despite his scary appearance. There was also the possibility that you weren’t in your right mind judging him like that due to your love for crime shows.

You slammed the door to the rooftop open, breathing heavily as you stepped onto the roof. Your heart dropped momentarily when you saw nothing around. Somehow you had hoped your hunch was right and you would see Seonghwa here again - on the highest building around.

“Y/N?”

You spun around in surprise, eyes wide when they met Seonghwa’s. “You’re here”, you breathed, an excited smile forming on your lips.

“Yeah, I heard the door slam and wanted to check it out. What are you doing here?” He tilted his head questioningly, eyeing you closely.

“You live here?” You ignored his question completely, sensing he wasn’t telling you the whole truth, “we live so close!”

Seonghwa narrowed his eyes, stepping closer to you. “What are you doing here, Y/N?”

For the first time you felt something like fear bubbling up inside of you. “I,” you hesitated, your gaze switching between his dark eyes, “I wanted to see you.”

Seonghwa blinked several times, surprised at the words you had blurted out. “You wanted to see me?” He frowned slightly, not believing what you said.

“Yes, kind of. Like, uhm.” You laughed awkwardly and stepped away from him, walking further onto the roof. “This sounds probably really dumb but I thought about your question. Quite a lot, actually.”

Seonghwa followed you slowly. He kept his distance to you, watching how you restlessly walked and twirled around. “Which question?”

“Why I’m not afraid of you.”

“And you got an answer?”

You turned back to look at him with a soft smile on your lips. “You didn’t give me a reason to.” 

Seonghwa sighed deeply and crouched down on the floor. He hid his face behind his arms, looking down to his feet. “You can’t be serious”, he whispered after a while.

You pouted and crouched down in front of him, twisting yourself a little to see his face behind his arms. “Does it look like I am joking?”

“We both know why you’re here and you’re still saying you’re not scared of me?”

You only shrugged with your shoulders, resulting in an amused scoff from Seonghwa. “We still have a series marathon to finish, by the way. And I think I do have some cookies at my place.”

Seonghwa looked at your face, studying it for a while. “You really are serious”, he muttered with a pained smile on his lips. Another deep sigh left his lips. “Fine, let’s head to your place then.”

You smirked triumphantly. “So you don’t live here.” You snickered when he clicked his tongue and tried to argue against you with your offer of cookies.

Even though you never explicitly talked about his occupation or whether your hunch was dead on, you two had a silent agreement that you wouldn’t talk about it. Which worked quite well for a few weeks until Seonghwa crashed at your place in the middle of the night.

You hastily put on a cardigan over your large sleeping shirt while you tapped on your bare feet to your entrance. Another knock sounded through your apartment before you were able to open the door.

Seonghwa leaned against your door frame, looking at you through half lidded eyes and with a weak smile on his lips. “Do you always just open the door without asking who it is?”

You frowned and crossed your arms in front of your chest, eyeing him from top to bottom. He was dressed in all black like the first day you saw him - another black turtleneck underneath some sort of leather straps. You noticed how Seonghwa weakly held a large firearm in his left hand, clutching his side with his right hand. Without saying a word, you gently grabbed his upper left arm and pulled him into your apartment.

“What happened?” You asked in a soft tone, guiding Seonghwa towards your bedroom. You helped him to sit down on your bed, where he immediately dropped on his back, sighing in exhaustion.

“Nothing big. Just some unplanned events.”

You frowned, about to argue that it didn’t look like it was nothing big but you bit on your tongue and held your comments back, focusing on Seonghwa’s wellbeing. You grabbed the firearm and carefully brought it over to your dresser, placing it on top of it. You made sure that it was still in view and returned to Seonghwa. “Do you want something different to wear? I should have some sweatpants and shirts that might fit you.” After Seonghwa nodded weakly you started to unbuckle the leather harness on his upper body. When you lifted his hand from his side, he suddenly hissed, his face morphing in pain. Your eyes widened in horror as soon as you saw the dark, sticky liquid all over his hand.

“WERE YOU SHOT?!” Your voice resembled a screech more than the worried question you had intended to ask. “Why the hell would you come here?! I never treated a wound like that! Paper cuts, I can deal with paper cuts! Not this!”

Seonghwa laughed weakly before he groaned in pain again and pressed his hand back to his side. “Sorry.” He took several shallow breaths before he continued to speak. “I just wanted to see you.”

Tears welled up in your eyes, fearing the worst. “Don’t tell me…” You weren’t able to finish your question, choking on your own words while your lower lip quivered heavily.

He slowly turned his head to look at you, raising his free hand slightly as a silent offer for you to come closer. He smiled when you immediately jumped to his hand and pressed it against your cheek, holding it there with trembling fingers. “Don’t worry, it’s just a grazing shot. Still sucks, though.”

You laughed weakly, a single tear running down your cheek as relief flooded your whole body. 

Seonghwa wiped the tear away with his thumb. “Don’t cry. It’s nothing serious.”

“You were the one to tell me that even a non fatal shot can fuck up all your plans for weeks or even months.” You glared at him momentarily, before your gaze softened again. “I assume the adrenaline was the reason you made it here.”

He chuckled again, quickly whining afterwards from the pain. “It’s more that I feel alive when I’m with you.”

Surprised, you observed his features, trying to find a hint that he was joking. “What do you mean?” You glanced one more time at his face before you walked through your bedroom, grabbing clothes and your first aid kit to return back to your bed. You didn’t press him for an answer and focused on getting him back into a sitting position instead.

Once Seonghwa was sitting again, you helped him out of his turtleneck and kneeled in front of your bed to clean his wound. “You need stitches”, you commented as you gently wiped some dried up blood away.

“I’m not really in a position to go to a hospital.”

You glanced up to Seonghwa. “Because they might question how you got that?”

“Yeah.” He nodded, eyes closing softly from his exhaustion and blood loss. “How do you know I need stitches anyway? I didn’t know you studied medicine.”

You scoffed and shook your head. “I didn’t but I learned a few things while researching crimes, gun shots, wounds and essentials for survival.”

“So, you could stitch me up?”

You glared at Seonghwa. “I only know the theory. I won’t test it on you. But there are other methods. I just need some special band aids, which will pull your skin together so it can heal on its own.”

Seonghwa smiled weakly. “I really do feel alive with you.” He closed his eyes, swaying slightly in his position. “Over the years I got more and more numb. With every new assignment I lost a part of myself.”

Listening to Seonghwa you pictured the flame of a candle that slowly grew smaller and smaller, suffocating in a small space without oxygen. 

“And then I met you.”

“You’re saying it as if I was someone special.” You didn’t look at Seonghwa, bandaging his wound instead. You knew if you would look up to his face you would definitely become a stuttering mess. Even without looking at him, you felt your heart flutter and the heat rising to your ears.

“You are. I would have lost my patience the minute that group of drunk people entered the café. But you. You still served them with a smile.”

“A pained one.”

Seonghwa scoffed in amusement, followed by a groan. “Still a smile. Or at the club. I would have punched that guy but you only tried to dance away. Who does that? And you smiled so brightly when you realised who I was. Nobody smiles at me when they see me.”

“You do look intimidating”, you agreed with a nod, remembering your impression when you first saw him. “But you’re kind and you help others and you protect me.”

“I shot at you.”

“You shot a can to my feet. On purpose.” You deadpanned and finally looked up at Seonghwa. “Don’t even try to be scary now.”

“I’m not trying. I am scary.” Seonghwa pouted. “At least to everyone else.”

“You’re adorable”, you teased him and stood up, leaning close to his face. “Nobody would think you’re scary seeing that cute pout on your lips.” Your eyes flickered down to his lips. You unconsciously licked over your own lips, feeling how dry they suddenly became.

“Maybe I just don’t want you to think I am scary”, Seonghwa muttered, leaning closer as well. “Maybe I want you to like me.”

His breath fanned over your face and your eyes slowly fluttered shut. “Then you are pretty successful”, you whispered, silently praying he would kiss you.

“Good.” With that Seonghwa sealed your lips with his, one hand coming up to cup your cheek. 

Sparks exploded in your chest and tingles spread throughout your whole body, increasing in their intensity with every second the kiss continued. Your hands linked at the back of his neck, playing with some strands of his hair.

Seonghwa placed his other hand on your side and gently pulled you on top of his lap, deepening the kiss. “I wanted to do that ever since the night at the club”, he breathed after he broke the kiss, leaning his forehead against yours.

You smiled, feeling content to be close to Seonghwa like this. “I don’t mind sharing more kisses”, you offered softly but stopped him quickly when he tried to go for another kiss, “if we’re more open with each other. I might be a crime nerd but I need to know for sure instead of just a vague hunch.” You watched him silently, waiting patiently for his decision. 

Even though you wanted to know everything about him, you knew it would put you and himself at risk. You also knew there was no possible way for him to tell you everything, though you would accept the necessary information as well. You hoped he would share at least a bit with you and then obviously stay with you but you would - albeit reluctantly - accept it if he decided against it.

You froze when Seonghwa locked eyes with you. “Are you sure you’re prepared for this?”

“I’m sure I am not prepared for this. But when is someone actually prepared for anything out of their control?” You smiled hopefully, biting nervously on your lip.

“At least you’re not delusional”, Seonghwa snickered and wrapped his arms around your middle. “I’m fine with your terms. I’ll tell you what you want to know whenever you ask.”

You smiled in relief and carefully leaned against his form, resting your head on his shoulder. “Then how about you stay the night?”

“That was the plan all along.”

You laughed gently and placed a soft kiss on the side of his neck. “Good, because you need to rest now.”

Seonghwa tightened his hold on you. “Only if you’re with me.”

You smirked playfully. “It’s my bed after all.”

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Tunnel Caprica [M]

Pairings: Baekhyun x Sehun (SeBaek) 

Ratings: NC-17

Genre/AUs: Smut, dark romance, slice of life

Description: It was a normal day for convenience store worker Byun Baekhyun when Sehun—a wealthy looking man—entered the store, only getting overdosed by drugs afterwards.  It was the encounter that would change Baekhyun’s life. It was the encounter that introduced him to a world that should never exist in this already problematic world. 

Warnings: Graphic sexual content, substance use, drug overdose, alcohol, and strong language

Chapters: Part 1, Part 2, Part 3, Part 4 (NEW!)

Synopsis: Tunnel Caprica connects two cities under the huge and long mountain ranges of the country Ioca [a-yo-ka], making it one of the longest tunnels in the world with a distance of nearly 40 kilometers. However, people choose to drive the 3-hour long pass than driving through the tunnel, because driving through the tunnel can be claustrophobic—an hour drive with nothing but repeating images of the never ending tunnel. But through the tunnel also hides the entrance to another world that Baekhyun is yet to find out.

Part 1

Word count: 3.9k

Just a single response—a single response that could make everything better.

Or could make matters worse.

It had not been long since his girlfriend replied—five hours outmost. But five hours felt like a day to him. Getting used to quick replies, it’s making him crazy as to why he wasn’t getting any response even after sending her messages and giving her calls.

She’s mad.

He couldn’t help but think, and it’s making him weak. He doesn’t like anyone getting mad at him, especially if it was her.

Ple—

He stopped typing. He shouldn’t bother her, she’s at work. He shouldn’t annoy her. She must be annoyed. He wasn’t at work—it was his rest day, leaving him alone with his thoughts and his phone. Nothing worse than that—overthinking.

He dug his face on to his phone, praying to the gods to make a miracle for him.

He waited, and he waited. Still got no response.

Maybe staring at the screen would make a difference. He stared at every icon he could see, scrolled from side to side.

Why am I lying to myself?

Nearly 30, he was, but he could be still naïve at times. He was a high school dropout with divorced parents.

What divorce? They have no money for such things, his parents only lived separately, and things were too confusing for him. He ran away from his home at the age of 17, and started to find ways he could live on his own. Things never worked out for him, still broke at the age of twenty-nine. He’s renting a small, cheap apartment, and he had a third-hand car that needed constant maintenance. He worked at a convenience store near where he was staying, only a 15 to 20-minute walk.

Byun Baekhyun considered himself as a good-for-nothing, and was only working to survive. The only thing that was making him somewhat happy was his girlfriend’s affection. Now, the person giving what he wanted was mad at him.

He took a deep, hopeless breath as he dropped his head down to his table from where he was sitting. At the brink of losing hope, his heart jumped when his forehead felt the vibration of the table coming from his phone.

He didn’t check from who it was, and immediately clicked the notification and read the message.

Disappointed, he was, when the text message was from his carrier, reminding him that his phone bill’s due was approaching.

This girl, now this. His grip to his phone loosen, feeling weak—he could hear his heart beating. He felt like he was losing his mind.

A picture of his wallet flashed through his head, remembering exactly how much money he still had before his next pay. $43.05.

His phone bill usually cost $45.

He didn’t want to double check his wallet, it was too heartbreaking for him. He recently spent most of his money buying his girlfriend a nice dinner and a new phone—a phone she didn’t like that’s why they’re in a fight. She wanted an iPhone. He couldn’t afford such phone. He himself was sticking to his 3-year-old phone. As long as he could send his girlfriend a message, he was fine with any phone.

He pressed his eyes closed, thinking what should he do to pay his dues and to make his girl happy. His feet couldn’t stop tapping—he couldn’t think of a solution.

“Money can’t buy happiness?” he muttered to himself. “Bullshit.”

He stood up from his chair, threw his phone to the sofa just to release some stress—even a tiny bit. He needed a break.

He started walking circles in his small place, thinking of different things how to earn enough money to, at least, pay the bills.

Baekhyun never turned his head so fast when he saw his phone screen flashed from his peripheral view, hearing the vibration from the sofa. His feet dragged him fast towards the sofa and his hand grabbed the phone.

Disappointed again, it was from his friend, Park Chanyeol.

Im coming 2 ur place.

Baekhyun felt so pissed. He was hoping it was from someone better—his girlfriend. “I don’t need you to come,” he muttered to his phone.

Subsequently, a rapid knuckle impatiently knocked on Baekhyun’s door. It paused for a quick while, then started knocking again.

Baekhyun already knew who it was. He stomped his way to the door to stop the noise.

The grin on Chanyeol’s face faded, cocking his brow after he saw Baekhyun. “What’s with the face?” He made his way into Baekhyun’s place without permission and went straight to Baekhyun’s living room.

Baekhyun followed Chanyeol with a glare as he closed the door. “What are you doing here?”

What a stupid question—Baekhyun realized immediately. Chanyeol only visited Baekhyun for one thing, and one thing only—sniff drugs.

“I’m telling you, bro. You should break up with Yuri. She’s just using you,” Chanyeol said as he was pulling out his cheap snuff set from his jacket, placing it on the glass coffee table afterwards.

Chanyeol already knew what was bothering his friend, especially when Baekhyun made a face like what he was wearing. Nothing else bothered Baekhyun but women. Sometimes, Chanyeol knew Baekhyun doesn’t know how to straighten his priorities just for the sake of a woman.

But Baekhyun doesn’t like anyone minding his own business, so Chanyeol only watched him be stupid.

Baekhyun ignored him, and changed the topic. “Hey, when are you going to take home your shot. It’s taking a lot of space on my fridge.” He only had a mini fridge, it could only fit a few drinks and few foods.

“For as long as I don’t need it,” Chanyeol blatantly replied. “I don’t want my mom seeing that, she’ll start asking questions.”

“Yeah, yeah, yeah. You already said that.”

Chanyeol still lived with his parents since he spent a lot of his money on the things he liked to snort.

Baekhyun pulled a chair on the dining table, and watched his friend do his thing.

Chanyeol carefully released a portion of his powered drug from a tiny airless balloon on Baekhyun’s table. Chanyeol pulled his wallet out and took a card to collect the scattered powder on the table and made a thin line with it. He licked the remaining powder that was on his card. Then, took his already-rolled-up bill from his kit. His nose made a loud noise as he snorted the powder. He twitched both sides of his nose and sniffed again, just to make sure his brain received that well. His eyes slightly became watery from the mild burning sensation that went through his nose. He cleaned the white dust excess on the table with his finger and brushed his gums with it—every bit counted.

Chanyeol sighed, satisfied, as he rested his head on the sofa.

“What was that?” Baekhyun asked.

“Heroin.”

Baekhyun was still a traditional man. Drugs never interest Baekhyun. He’s tried a pot, but it was never for him. He’s seen people around him done it, and he didn’t like what it did to them. Besides, these substances cost too much.

“By the way,” Chanyeol lifted his head up and pointed at Baekhyun, “I told boss you’re gonna take my shift tonight.”

Chanyeol also worked at the same convenience store, that’s where they met each other.

Baekhyun reacted, “What?”

“Yeah, I’m sorry. I didn’t tell you. I have some business tonight.” Chanyeol winked mischievously—obviously planning something sketchy.

Baekhyun thought he’d have his rest day for himself.

Then, Baekhyun remembered his bills and his girlfriend.

Maybe he needed that shift.

“Breaking news: Kang Sunmi filed a divorce. The fifteen year old allegedly—“

Snapping fingers diverted Baekhyun’s attention from the television back to his manager who was in front of him. The manager pointed his pen to Baekhyun and said, “That news will stay for a while, customers don’t.”

Baekhyun nodded lazily.

It was past 3AM. He was on his second cup of coffee but he still felt drowsy, his eyes wanted to close itself. He’s not used to night shifts unlike Chanyeol, who could do any shift at any time of the day. Baekhyun still had an 11AM shift after his shift at 4AM. He’ll have less time for sleep, but a little more money for him. He needed every cent.

Less than an hour left.

There weren't many people at the store, so he was pissed off at his boss for being such an uptight motherfucker.

He couldn’t wait for his shift to end, he missed his bed. But he missed his girlfriend, Yuri, a lot more. She was still ignoring Baekhyun’s call and messages, making him miserable. He didn’t know how to make her notice him again.

I’ll pay her a visit after my shift. I’ll be there before breakfast, before she leaves for work. She’ll be surprised, see my effort and sincerity, he thought.

The idea washed away his sleepiness in a snap. He got excited to see Yuri’s face again. Baekhyun hoped she would forgive him and give him a kiss or hug.

His brain cells started to work actively, thinking of what things he should say.

How should I apologize?

Thinking of what he should do.

Should I text her first or knock straight away at her door?

Should I buy her a chocolate?

No, maybe hotcakes. She loves hotcakes.

He was alone with his thoughts, distracted by the challenges of love.

The bell on the top of the door rang when somebody pushed it open.

It woke Baekhyun up from his thoughts, his instinct greeted the customer who got in. “Good evening.” He, then, realized it was already early in the morning. He corrected himself, “Morning, sir.”

They were trained to greet anyone who came in the store.

Baekhyun watched the tall man take big steps as the man walked in, not even turning his head to Baekhyun’s direction. The tall man vanished from Baekhyun’s sight as he passed by the tall shelves.

Baekhyun had seen different types of people enter the store when he took night shifts on some occasions. There were people in pajamas buying food for breakfast, or maybe for their late night snack. Guards, drivers, and night shift employees buying coffee. Normal looking families who were on a trip buying snacks. Bunch of drunk teenagers wearing cropped tops and/or bomber jackets who came from a party buying cigarettes, or water for their friend who kept throwing up. People of any age wearing tacky clothes who were obviously on drugs—he could tell it from their teeth—buying lighters. Some people looked dangerous, he dared not to judge the things they buy, but they were usually alcohol and cigarettes. And, some men buy condoms.

But Baekhyun had never seen a person walk wearing sunglasses. Who wears sunglasses late at night?

What was also striking was the man was wearing an obviously expensive black coat. It was beautiful how vivid the color was; it was the blackest of the black he had ever seen. If the man came from a party, it must be a fancy one, might be a ball, or a fancy wedding of a multi-millionaire. Baekhyun thought the man was lost. The man should have asked his butler or driver to buy things for him.

A pair of heels started to echo his ears—it got louder as it got closer.

Of course, he has matching Italian shoes.

Even the most decent shoes don’t make a sharp sound like that.

Baekhyun turned his head to the man’s direction as the man got closer to the counter.

The man stopped in front of Baekhyun, still holding on to his items. He slightly lifted his head and scanned his eyes around the top shelves that were behind Baekhyun.

Baekhyun noticed the man was wearing a high-end brand of sunglasses. The way the light reflected on the black frame and on the black lenses, it was something else. His skin glowed as the light met his face, showing his healthy and almost poreless skin.

“Do you have anything besides Jack Daniels?” the man started to speak.

Baekhyun turned around and scanned the shelves himself. He knew the man was looking for something hard. “We have Johnnie Walker. Red, black, and double black.”

He rarely drank such expensive alcohol, but he enjoyed the scotch he recommended when he tasted it.

The man scoffed. “I’d take the bourbon.”

Baekhyun nodded and stretched his arm to reach the box of Jack Daniels.

The man placed his item on the counter. Baekhyun scanned the box, and the cotton balls that the man placed.

“Is that all?”

The man looked down at the front of the counter, turned his head from left to right, searching for something. He finally reached for something that caught his interest. He lightly threw the item on the counter

“That’d be all,” he said as he revealed a part of his side body under his coat, reaching his back pocket for his wallet.

“$27.14,” said Baekhyun after scanning the box of condoms—the ultra-thin one.

The man took another item in front of the counter the moment it caught his attention.

Baekhyun scanned a small bottle of lubricant. “$38.54”

The man initially took a hundred-dollar bill out from his wallet but he put it back. He extended his arm, slightly revealing a shiny silver watch under his sleeve, and gave three 20s instead.

The man looked at Baekhyun and said, “Keep the change.”

Baekhyun's eyes slightly widened, his lips curved upward. He couldn’t be happier, he needed every cent of money he could get.

It must be his lucky day.

“Thank you, sir!”

The man cocked both of his brows as a response while he put the smaller items inside his coat and carried the bourbon by the hand. Then, Baekhyun watched the man leave the store.

Baekhyun couldn’t stop grinning as he put the change on his wallet after he cashed in the payment.

“That was a nice watch,” he muttered to himself. It was like love at first sight when he saw the man’s watch. It was still at the back of his head.

Baekhyun looked at the store’s watch.

Ten minutes left before 4:00.

He started to fix his things at the staff room. Removed his tacky uniform under his white shirt, and wore a cozy jacket. He bid his goodbyes to his co-worker and manager and left the store at 4:05AM.

Cold wind blew on his face, making him shiver. He dug both of his hands on the pocket of his jacket, and started to walk across the almost empty parking lot.

He couldn’t spot a single person around. Few vehicles, yes. It was still early. The area of the city he’s in wasn’t exactly the busiest.

Baekhyun put a smile on his face. “I’m gonna buy hotcakes. I’m gonna see Yuri.” He felt excited. He tried to paint the look on Yuri’s face when she saw him at the front of her doors.

“We’re gonna have breakf—“

A long honk of a car distracted Baekhyun from walking. He turned his head where he heard the noise, but he couldn’t see anything—it was too dark, and the parking lot was too huge.

He turned around, checking if other people were around. But he was alone.

It was still honking, it wouldn’t stop. There was panic in Baekhyun’s eyes, his heart started to pound hard, he was nervous. Other parked cars seemed peaceful. His eyes searched everywhere, but he seriously couldn’t see anything. He started to walk hesitantly where the loud beep was coming from, he was unsure.

Silence.

Baekhyun’s ears rang and felt deaf after the vehicle stopped honking. But he was still worried. His feet wouldn’t move, his mind went blank, his ears still ringing.

Then, a tiny, orange light suddenly emerged from his sight from where he was walking to. The light was from inside a car. He could see tiny silhouettes in it.

He started to walk forward, but still hesitant. He turned his head from left to right to check if there were other people besides him. He was still alone.

The light got closer and closer as he walked nearer.

“HEELP!”

A loud screech of a woman alarmed Baekhyun, putting him to a stop.

“HEEELP!”

Baekhyun ran as fast as he could to the light, to the woman’s voice who cried for help. He saw the woman looking in his direction. Baekhyun was having a hard time to breathe because of the cold wind blowing against him, but he ran faster after he saw an unconscious man next to the woman.

Baekhyun panted heavily when he finally reached the vehicle. Him and the woman looked at one another with panic in their eyes.

“HELP!” The woman cried while she was shaking the man on his shoulders.

Baekhyun shifted his look to the man—it was the man who tipped him earlier. He was unconscious.

Baekhyun opened the door. “What happened?!”

The woman was in a state of panic, she didn’t know what to say. She was only worried for the man.

“Have you called 911?”

The woman blinked. “Are you fucking crazy?!”

Baekhyun looked around the vehicle. He saw a spoon, an elastic band, a syringe, a dust of power, and cotton balls. Baekhyun suddenly noticed the man had his sleeve rolled up.

“He fucking OD’ed?!” He concluded after he saw the things around them. The man got overdosed by some drug.

The woman didn’t know what to say. Her eyes were shaking—she was unsure if she should trust the man.

“You must call 911, or he’ll die!” exclaimed Baekhyun.

“No, no, no. Please don’t call them!” the woman begged.

Baekhyun knew if they called 911, they'd go to jail after he regained his consciousness because they were doing illegal drugs.

“Fuck,” Baekhyun cursed, he knew the woman won’t change her mind—he had met a lot of people on drugs, so, he somewhat understood. He removed his jacket, dropped both his bag and jacket on the concrete.

He stepped up to their high SUV and searched for the recliner lever of the man’s seat. But he couldn’t find it. “Where’s it?! How do you recline this fucking seat?!” Baekhyun yelled at the woman.

The woman jumped in panic, “Fuck.” She pulled something behind the seat of the man she was with to recline the seat.

Baekhyun lent his face to the man’s face to feel and listen if he was breathing. He wasn’t. “Fuck.”

“Don’t fucking die on me, Sehun,” the woman begged, pulling her hair. Her eyes began to tear up.

Baekhyun held the man’s face upward. He’s going to perform CPR.

He had his face close to the man, then the woman spoke. “What the fuck are you doing?!”

“Do you want him to fucking die?!”

Baekhyun exhaled all the air from his lungs and passed it to the man. He pumped his chest with both of his hands intertwined.

No response.

Baekhyun performed another around. He gave air, pumped the man’s chest.

Still, no response.

Baekhyun performed another, and another, and another round.

“Fucking shit. Don’t die on us, man.” He kept pumping his chest, sweat was breaking on his forehead despite the chilly climate.

The man wasn’t breathing.

Then, Baekhyun remembered his friend, Chanyeol. He remembered that he had Chanyeol’s adrenaline shot in his fridge.

“Fuck.”

Baekhyun carried the man on his shoulders and transferred him to the back of the car.

“What are you doing?!” The woman freaked out, confused. She followed them behind the car.

“Keep giving him CPR. I have something in my place that might help.”

Baekhyun went in front of the car, fixed the seat, and started driving. He drove as fast as he could to his place, he had the hazard lights on, he didn’t stop at any red light, he kept honking the car on every car that was on his way. Every second counted. The man could die at any moment.

They reached his place in 3 minutes.

Baekhyun carried the man on his shoulders and ran as fast as he could to his door steps.

Baekhyun’s eyes widened. His keys were in his bag.

He left his bag in the parking lot.

“Fuck. Fuck. Fuck. This isn’t happening,” he muttered to himself.

“What? What’s happening?!” The woman freaked out while she held the man’s face behind Baekhyun’s back, trying to wake the unconscious man.

“Fuck,” Baekhyun panicked. He didn’t want to let the woman know. She’d make him freak out more if she knew.

Baekhyun searched his pockets. He was starting to feel the weight of the man on his shoulders. Baekhyun gulped. Then, he felt the bulk in one of his pockets. It was his wallet. He remembered he had a spare key in his wallet.

He immediately took his wallet and searched for the key inside his wallet.

It was the biggest relief of his life when he felt the cold brass meet his finger. It was his key.

He opened the door, then carefully placed the man in his living room.

“Keep giving him CPR,” he ordered the woman as he ran as fast as he could to his mini fridge, and took a package on the top shelf.

He ran back to the man. His hands were shaking. He had read the instruction of how to use the shot countless times when he had nothing to do with his time and when he attempted to throw it away because it took a lot of space. Chanyeol had also told him how to use the shot once or twice just in case Chanyeol got overdosed himself. But Baekhyun still read it, just in case he read it wrong before.

But he was shaking, his head couldn’t think straight. There was an unconscious man in front of him.

“Fuck this shit.”

He’ll have to trust his memory.

He opened the package, and there was a tiny bottle that came with a huge syringe in it.

“Rip his shirt open,” Baekhyun commanded the woman as he tried to inject the 6-inch needle to the bottle with his shaky hands.

Baekhyun breathed heavily. He held his hand high over his head with the syringe, focused on the man’s chest. He had to inject the shot hard enough to get through his ribcage to his heart—to make his heart pump again with the adrenaline shot.

Baekhyun’s breath got heavier and heavier by the second.

Just a single response.

Baekhyun held his breath and stabbed the man with the needle.

A single response that could make everything better.

The man arose from his position, making a loud noise as he inhaled every air his lungs could get as he came back to life.

In a shaky voice, breathing rapidly, the man cursed, “Fuck.”

Or could make matters worse.

To be continued...

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[justforbooks]

The Mysterious Bookshop in New York

The Mysterious Bookshop opened its doors on Friday the 13th, April 1979. Founded by Otto Penzler, the space also contained the Mysterious Press offices. The bookshop was one of the first bookstores – mystery-themed or otherwise – to make a practice of featuring signed first editions of new titles. In 2005, the store (and its publishing activities) moved from West 56th Street to its current home on Warren Street in Tribeca. Today, it is the largest and oldest mystery-specific bookstore in the world.

What’s your favorite section of the store?

Charles Perry (marketing coordinator): Being a mystery-only bookstore, we don’t have too many sections – our stock is basically divided into a new paperback section and a new and collectable hardcover section. There is a giant wall dedicated to Sherlock Holmes, and some small shelves focused on espionage and Scandinavian writing. My favorite section, though, is below one of the display tables: a shelf full of newly reissued titles from small publishers like Stark House, Poisoned Pen, and Hard Case Crime. These newly rediscovered classics feature some of the best writing in our store, and they seem somehow more exciting for their having once been forgotten.

If you had infinite space what would you add?

Charles: Personally, I’d like to expand the space devoted to our UK imports. We make a point of carrying signed imports when the true first edition of a book is overseas, and I think that a larger space for such books would make them more recognizable to our customers. Also, it would be great to have a specific space just for events! We host two to three readings and/or launch parties a week, so putting out chairs and moving books every time can be a bit of a burden. Then again, not having them take place in the middle of the store might detract from the coziness of the events, which is really a beautiful thing sometimes…

What do you do better than any other bookstore?

Charles: Of course, we are mystery experts – but I wouldn’t want to diss other mystery-specific bookstores by saying we’re the best. That being said, our Manhattan location makes us very accessible for writers, meaning that nobody else has so many mystery authors dropping in to sign. We are also distinguished by our enormous Sherlock Holmes collection – the biggest in the world, comprised of titles from the canon as well as pastiches (a genre unto itself) and memorabilia like records, posters, and magazine articles – and by a sizable stock of bibliomysteries (mysteries in which the crime involves a rare book or manuscript) that I would assume is unrivaled, since, for the most part, only specialists even know it as a category.

Who’s your favorite regular?

Charles: It seems unfair to pick a single favorite, but we love any customer that comes in (or calls in) often, likes to talk books, and gives us feedback about what they’re reading and have read. Some of our best customers tend to be mystery authors, who, when signing or visiting other authors’ events, often end up browsing and buying a couple of books themselves. The support and solidarity that exists in the mystery community is a pretty great thing to witness. Lucky for us, our store is often the center of such activity.

What’s the craziest situation you’ve ever had to deal with in the store?

Charles: Multiple signings. Every year, before the Edgar Awards ceremony, we host a party for the Mystery Writers of America, usually to launch the newest incarnation of their yearly anthology. The parties are a lot of fun; we move all the tables and shelves out of the middle of the store, which fills to the brim with all kinds of mingling people. Last year they released the Mystery Writers of America Cookbook, and we had over 20 authors in attendance. That meant trying to compel over 20 partiers to stop hanging out and come sign a huge pile of books. It was like herding cats, and we hardly had enough table space for all of them. Needless to say, chaos ensued, but we managed to get everything signed in the end.

What’s your earliest/best memory about visiting a bookstore as a child?

Charles: My earliest remembered bookstore visit was to the now-closed Nice Price Books in my hometown, Carrboro, NC. Visits to Nice Price were usually prompted by a special occasion of some sort, as my family would often go browse the used books there after a nice dinner at the Crook’s Corner restaurant across the street. Since they didn’t carry too many kids books, and since I was too young to understand what they did carry, I mostly just browsed the extensive CD and VHS walls. Still, perhaps those early memories have contributed to the warmth that I now feel whenever I enter bookstores, in spite of the fact that, after over a decade working in them, it seems like such spaces would remind me more of labor than celebration.

If you weren’t running or working at a bookstore, what would you be doing?

Charles: Days before I started at the Mysterious Bookshop I was offered a job at a bar in Brooklyn, so I guess, realistically, I’d probably be working there. Ideally, though, I’d be reading, writing, watching movies, traveling, and just generally indulging in a life of leisure. But I’m pretty happy working at the bookshop.

What’s been the biggest surprise about running a bookstore?

Charles: The biggest surprise about working at the Mysterious Bookshop has been the role of passion in its success. So much of what we create here – including our limited collector’s editions, our series of bibliomystery novellas, and the two publishing companies (Mysterious Press and MysteriousPress.com) that are run out of the basement—is the result of Otto’s and the rest of the staff’s dedication to and love of mystery fiction. Questions of marketability and consumption are definitely important, but they always take second place to this passion. So this would be the biggest surprise: within the limitation and restriction of genre, there is a powerful sense of freedom.

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Merge Songs Online, Combine Mp3

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[sientoism]

Blanket [YESUNG ONESHOT] [REQUESTED]

PROMPTS

3. "You know you make a difference right?" (Fluff/NC-17)

16. "There's something you didn't tell me, ____." (NC-17/Angst)

17. "Tell me everything you wanna say." (Fluff/NC-17)

GENRE : Fluff and Angst

MEMBER : Yesung [Super Junior]

REQUESTED BY : anon

NOTES : i was panicking when it wasnt said which member, luckily the anon replied and said they wanted it to be a yesung fic. its a good thing i didnt finish the whole fic yet.

"Here's your order, sir." You said with a smile. "Thank you, my girlfriend will love this!" He replies, hugging the bouquet of flowers dearly. He left the store, leaving you to be the only person in the shop.

You loved flowers, which is why you decided to put up shop in the middle of Seoul. There weren't a lot of customers but there were enough to keep the shop and yourself alive.

You designed the shop yourself. You were really into minimalism. Big, vertical, rectangular glass windows allowed light into the flower shop. You had a few aerial flowers hanging at the top in clear, plastic pots. Flowers in their pots outlined the sides of the shop, inside and out. A white standing desk in the middle is where you stay to take and give orders. It certainly made you happy.

Aside from the flower shop, there was also another thing that made you happy. A special someone. His name was Kim Jonghoon, your boyfriend. He'd much prefer him being called Yesung.

You two met at the flower shop. He went in wearing a white graphic shirt and fit, denim pants. His face had been blushy from the heat outside of the shop. He went in asking for suggestions on what flower he should give to his mother for mother's day. You pointed at some of the aerial flowers on display at the top with your ballpoint pen but he couldn't choose any. You showed him the flowers on the floor but he still couldn't choose one. He looked around trying to find the perfect flower until his eyes landed on the one on the desk. It was a single white rose. The petals were perfectly arranged. It stood tall in its vase. Although it wasn't for sale, you led him to the garden and dug up a white rose just for him and his mother. You placed it in a clear plastic pot and gave it to him. When you gave it to him, both of your hands brushed against each other. He was first to react to this interaction, his blush grew bigger and spread across his face. You giggled, adoring him. You always say, "Come back again!",whenever a customer leaves but he was the first one to ever reply. He told you that he'll certainly return, but for you and not for the flowers.

Since then, the both of you grew feelings for each other. Adorable and romantic dates led up to this point in the present time.

You stood still on your white standing desk, waiting for another customer to come. Instead of another customer, Yesung comes in with a box of donuts. "Yesung?" You said, tilting your head.

"Hi sweetie! Um, I got you some donuts. I had a feeling you were starving. You said yesterday that you were craving something sweet. So, I got you some donuts!" He closed the door behind him and set the box on the standing desk. "Yesung...you didn't have to. I can always buy them myself." You said shyly.

Although he had spoiled you a lot, you still feel like you didn't deserve all this love. It felt unusual having someone pour all the love from their heart on you.

"But I wanted to. I love you. Are...you not happy with it?".Yesung pouts with puppy-like eyes. "What? No! Of course I'm happy! What are you talking about, Yesungie?" You got out of your standing desk and put his head on your shoulder. "Yesung, I love you. And I'm happy that you're treating me like this. Don't ever, ever, think I don't love you, okay?"

You felt his head nod. You pulled his head back up and gave him a sweet kiss. Yesung calmed down and kissed back. The two of you pulled away, smiling at each other. "I'll close the shop for a while, let's go at the back and eat some donuts, shall we?"

"Yes! Race you there!" Yesung sprints into the back with the box of donuts in his hand. You laugh at him, adoring him in his childish nature. You really loved him a lot. You didn't understand why he would ever think you don't love him. That was because Yesung's perspective was very different from yours.

For Yesung, making sure someone is love is his top priority. He can't stand seeing someone he loves sad or unsatisfied. He'll do anything to make them feel enough, even if it meant spending money on them. Ever since the both of you dated, he gave you food almost everyday. He'd leave cute little notes on your desk whenever you'd open the shop. Cute little things just to make you happy. There would be times where he sees you stressed, sad, annoyed or angry. The sight would be so frustrating for Yesung. He would blame himself for not taking care of you enough. Which is why he stepped up his game and spent money on extravagant things.

The dress you saw across the street? You wanted that but you didn't have enough money. He bought it for you. At first, you were shocked. You questioned him as to why he bought this for you. He replied with a simple sentence. "It's because I love you."

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The flower shop was closed today. It was pouring hard. You decided to take the time and organize some files and mails while it was still pouring. You went through the mails one by one. "Bills, bills, more bills..." You mumbled. You heard two knocks on the glass door. You kept browsing throught the mails as you opened the glass door. "Y/N..." A shaky familiar voice said. You looked up and saw,

"Yesung! Good God what are you doing out in the rain!" You threw the mails to the ground, helping his freezing and shivering self into the warm flower shop. "Jeez, you are freezing. Yesung, what are you thinking going out there in the rain?" You scold.

"Well—"

"Hold that thought, I'm gonna get you a towel." You show your index finger and left the room to get a towel. You browsed through the shelves and found a white towel just for him. You came back into the room and found him still shivering. You wrap the warm towel around him, a satisfied sigh leaves his mouth. "It's so warm..." He whispers. "Let's get you in the living room."

You help him walk into the living room with your hand pressed on his back and the other linked with his other hand. "What were you thinking, Yesung..." Yesung pouted. You saw your oversized black and gray hoodie hung on the doorknob of a door. You grabbed it and placed it on the coffee table. He took off his wet shirt, pants and underwear. You threw the hoodie over him after wiping him dry. "This is very warm.." He whispered.

"It's my favorite, it makes me feel I'm being hugged when I wear it." You picked up the towel and his wet clothes and threw it into the hamper. "I'll make us some hot chocolate, go threw netflix and find us something to watch. Maybe Ratatouille?" He picks up the remote and searches for the movie while you took care of the hot chocolate.

Five minutes into the movie, you brought back the hot chocolate. He had already sunken in the three massive pillows on the sofa and fell asleep. "He must've had a hard day today..."

You set the two mugs of hot chocolate on the coffee table and went into another room to bring back another pillow, since he stole all of them. Moving his thin, pale legs aside, you sat down at the other end of the couch and picking up your hot chocolate, sipping it up.

Halfway into the movie, you can't help but look at Yesung's small figure. The man is so small. He's pretty pale as well. You can't help but wonder if he's taking care of himself well. Does he eat a lot? Does he even know what self-care means? These thoughts jammed up your brain. You needed the answers from him. It can't just be you who's feeling happy, his happiness is as important and yours.

You quietly stood up and sat in front of him. His face let out little snores with a pout. A smile creeped on your face. You brought your hand to his blonde hair, massaging it so that he would wake up. "Yesung..?" You whispered. He hummed.

"Wake up, dear." His eyes fluttered open. Butterflies attached your stomach at how ridiculously adorable he was. "Can't believe I have this adorable baby as my boyfriend."

"You fell asleep. Want some hot coco?" You point at his mug. He nods and slowly sat up, rubbing his eyes. You brought his mug up to him. He took it with his hands and sipped from it, sighing from satisfaction right after. "You're the best..." His eyes sparkled.

"Anything for my Yesungie." You pat his thigh. Reaching for the remote, you paused the movie and sat next to Yesung. "Yesung,"

"Hm?" He looked up from the mug.

"Are you feeling...alright?" Your voice became small. "I'm okay."

"I'm just...worried..since...you're very thin and pale." You inched closer to him.

"What...about me being thin and..pale?" His head tilts in question.

"I just..feel like you have a lot to say," You looked down. You took his hand in yours, automatically linking. "Tell me everything you wanna say."

He placed his mug on the coffee table and immediately hugged you. You were surprised. All he wanted to tell you was that he wanted to hug you? Or was your brain just shallow at this point? But then you heard sniffles and his tears began soaking your blouse.

"I just..." He breathes in deep. "I just..care for you a lot..I-I just want you to be very happy..maybe I f-focused hard on that t-that I forgot about m-myself. I'm so s-sorry for making you w-worry about me." He lets all his emotions out on your shoulder, hugging you tighter. You hugged him back tight as well and placed kisses on his shoulder. "I'm scared I'm not making you h-happy enough.."

You pulled away, both of your hands on his shoulders. "You know you make a difference, right?"

Yesung looked down. It took him a while before agreeing and nodding his head. "I love you...so much, _____." He leaned in and kissed you. A salty taste gave the kiss a flavor due to his tears. He pulled away and looked down.

His hands wear linked and he was playing with them. "There's something you didn't tell me, ______." He pouts.

Your eyes shot up at him, realizing that you didn't reply to his "I love you," earlier. You calmed down, exhaling loudly. You took his head, your hand placed at the back of his head and resting it on your chest. "I love you the most, Yesung. Don't you ever forget that." You felt his little nod against your chest. You giggled at how cute he was. "Thank you for making sure I feel happy and comfortable at all times,"

You lift his head off of you and stood up before continuing your sentence. "But now, it's your turn to be pampered. Stay put, I'll make your favorite dish." His eyes lit up and sparkled. "Fried Kimchi?" He asked, eagerly.

"Yes, fried Kimchi. Go put on your favorite movie, don't start without me though!"

"Yes, ______~" He sang, picking up the remote.

After making his fried kimchi, you had a movie marathon in the living room and forgot about opening the flower shop. It was a time for him to heal and remember that you truly appreciated all the things he did for you and that you loved him lots. You had your head on his chest, the both of you snuggled in a fluffy, gray blanket and hot chocolate.

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2020 Nov 30 (Mon) – We left Simpsonville at 9:15 a.m. and drove 169 miles to the Elks Lodge in Orangeburg.  The lodge was closed.  There were 30 amp hookups around the side of the lodge in the back.  You had to drive onto the grass.  It rained very hard last night and the ground was very soggy and wet. We were afraid to try to drive onto the grass in fear of sinking into the mud.   There was a little piggy running around the property and it had dug up several areas in the yard.  It was hungry and came running up to us looking for food.  Not knowing anything about pigs, we tried to ignore it while we decided what to do.

     Finally, we got back in the truck and found another campground.  It was 30 miles north over by I-95.  The Colleton State Park campground was small but nice.  They had a lot of trees in the campground that make it hard for large rigs to navigate. We were lucky to get a pull through site.  There were only two other campers in the park.  We drove out to get fuel.  The town was essentially nonexistent – everything closed up – and we had to drive down another exit to find a gas station.  We also stopped at Skynyrd’s Grill & Bar for lunch.  

 2020 Nov 29 (Sun) – We drove over to Trap & Sam’s this morning. They went shopping and enjoyed some alone time while we watched the kids.  We watched some of their favorite shows, played a board game, and walked down the block while the big guys rode their bikes.  The baby is walking very well now and learning to talk.  Each of them is so unique in their personality.  It would be interesting to see what they will be like as adults.  It was a delightful afternoon and hard to say goodbye.  Tomorrow, we move on.

2020 Nov 28 (Sat) – We went shopping this morning.  We had to pick up cat food and a few Christmas gifts. Then we drove over to Greg & Sharon’s to see their new house in Cowpens.  They had it custom built.  It is a lovely home with 3 bedrooms and a large great room that incorporates the kitchen, dining area, and living room.  Their back deck faces out over a lake and their one-acre property.  Trap and family also came over.  The kids spent most of the time riding around the yard in Greg’s golf cart.  They had a blast!

 2020 Nov 27 (Fri) – We drove to Greenville today and met Trap, Sam, and the kids at Falls Park on the Reedy.  It’s a beautiful park with a flowing waterfall right in the middle of the city.  We walked across a pedestrian bridge and around the area that had lots of grass and walkways.  The park was very crowded and most people were not wearing masks.  There was a fascinating tree on a hillside.  The dirt on one side of the tree’s roots had been washed away and the root system was fully exposed.

     After Falls Park, we drove to Paris Mountain State Park.  Unfortunately, the place was full and they were turning people away.  So we drove to Cedar Falls State Park.  This was a large park with paths that wound through the woods and alongside the Reedy River.  There were some rapids and small waterfalls.  We strolled along the paths trying to avoid the other people out there.  It was a very pleasant day with the kids.

 2020 Nov 26 (Thu – Thanksgiving) – We went over Trap & Sam’s for dinner.  Sam’s parents, Greg & Sharon, joined us as well.  As with every Thanksgiving, the food was plentiful and the family lively. It was a good day.

 2020 Nov 25 (Wed) – We packed up and left Moncks Corner at 9:35 a.m.  It was an easy drive over mostly local roads to arrive at 1:30 p.m. in Simpsonville. We are staying at Scuffletown RV Park. It is a kind of helter skelter place with RVs spread around the area.  It has an air of dishevelment to it.  I think many of the campers here are full-time residents.  When we arrived, no one was in the office.  I had to call.  The gentleman told us to park in our campsite and he would be over later.  He showed up about 3:30 p.m. and checked us in.  We have full hookups and wifi.  I guess this campground kind of takes care of itself and he doesn’t need to sit in the office all day.

     We went over to Travis & Sam’s to see their new digs.  They live in a huge house in a cul-de-sac.   Each room is bigger than the next. The kids love it.  There are also lots of kids in the neighborhood to play with. Travis is bringing home more money than he made in New York, and their cost of living in the area is less. Things are looking very good for them.

      Sam ordered dinner from Chilli’s and we had a feast together.  We will be back tomorrow.

 2020 Nov 24 (Tue) – We met Samantha for lunch at Gilligan’s Seafood Restaurant.  This restaurant was right on a wide canal.  It was a delightful visit and a wonderful chance to say goodbye.

     We have a Fantastic Fan that we’ve been having trouble with for the last several months.  Finally, the fan would not shut off and Paul cut the power to it.  Today, he got on the phone with tech support trying to find what the specific problem is.

 2020 Nov 23 (Mon) – We drove over to Samantha’s house today to visit and see her beautiful home.  It is a lovely home in a large development.  When Michael gets out of the Navy in three years, they plan to sell it (for a profit, hopefully) and move elsewhere.  Neither of them cares for the summer heat of South Carolina. We certainly don’t blame them!  They have a plethora of pets – a dog, 3 cats, a hamster, and a bullfrog.  Their dog, Biscotti, is adorable and loves people.

     I had printed out copies of the genealogical books I had put together for our family but forgot to take them with us when we went to Sam’s.  So she followed us back here to the campground. She got a chance to see our RV (they’re talking about getting one, too) and to get the books.

 2020 Nov 22 (Sun) – We went to Cypress Gardens today.  It was very enjoyable.  They had a self-guided boat tour around the swamp.  That was the first time we’ve ever done a self-guided tour on a boat.  The water was so still and smooth; like glass.  We followed arrows as we paddled around the lake.  Although we saw lots of turtles, we only spotted one small alligator sunning itself on a sign post base.  After the boat tour, we walked around the grounds.  There was a butterfly house, an area with five different parrots and a peacock, and a swamparium with various fish, snakes, and toads.  An outdoor pen held the biggest alligator I have ever seen.  It must have been 20’ and weighed a ton!  We then hiked around the lake.  We came upon a bat hotel and an old gravesite.  The original owner, his wife, and their son are buried on the property.

     We had lunch at Gilligan’s Seafood Restaurant, then picked up some groceries at WalMart.  I called my niece, Samantha, to see if she was up to a visit (she is my brother’s daughter).  She and her husband, Michael, met us at El Maguey for dinner.  It was a delightful visit.  Because Michael is currently in the Navy, he is not allowed to eat indoors in a restaurant.  We sat out on the patio and enjoyed a good meal.

     I heard many gunshots this morning when I woke up.  Apparently, there were several people out hunting this morning.  That seems so unsafe!

2020 Nov 21 (Sat) – We ran out of propane last night.  We stopped at WalMart to pick up some items, then Tractor Supply for propane.  There was no sign for Tractor Supply on the road.  The WalMart sign was also way back off the road.  We had trouble finding the way into Tractor Supply but finally found it.

     We drove around the lake, trying to find the power station.  All the roadways were closed off by gates and fences.  Paul said there were also locks on the lake at one time.  When they were built, they were the highest locks in the world at the time.

 2020 Nov 20 (Fri) – We pulled up stakes and left Kure Beach, NC at 9:30 a.m.  We drove down the spit to the ferry.  Unfortunately, the next ferry was not until 11:30 a.m. so we sat and waited.  In addition, it was an extra long drive today – over four hours.  We didn’t arrive at Moncks Corner at the Short Stay Navy Recreation Area until 4 p.m.  Thankfully, Bonnie’s issue is over and we were able to drive with only one stop.  The route was mostly over Route 17 which is just a two lane road that passes through many local towns.  

     This is a very interesting campground.  There is lots of space between campsites.  The sites themselves are on grass and worn gravel pads.  We have electric and water hookups only; no sewer. The campground sits before the largest manmade lake in South Carolina.  The interior roads are dirt; there’s very little concrete and asphalt in the park.  There are also cabins for rent and when the coronavirus is not prevalent, boats to rent and lots of recreation area.  Some of the cabins are painted that beach front pastel color that makes them very attractive.  They are in the process of renovating many of them – either because of their age or from hurricane damage.

     It was so cold that I dragged the electric blanket out of the closet. That made the bed so nice and cozy. I hate crawling into bed and waiting for the sheets to warm up from your body temperature.

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Retailer pens letter to suppliers, warning of scary times ahead

BLACK MOUNTAIN, N.C. (BRAIN) — One North Carolina retailer expressed his thoughts in a letter to his suppliers about how COVID-19 has affected his business, and shared a glimpse with BRAIN about how his 1,600 square-foot downtown location is weathering an economic and humanitarian crisis.

Allan Hightower, owner of Epic Cycles in Black Mountain — and with whom BRAIN spent "a day in the life of a bike shop" in June last year, during happier times — is amid his biggest challenge ever of keeping his shop open during stay-at-home orders in a tourist town of about 8,000 residents.

Because of his self-described "prepper" mentality, Hightower said he has reserve capital and not currently in need of loan assistance. 

But money is only part of the challenge, he said. 

"It's the whole thing of concern for everyone," said Hightower who recommends retailers consider renegotiating their rent during these uncertain times. "I have one employee who will not come in unless the store is closed. I am trying to work within his concerns, and at the same time keep the other employees safe. The front door check-in table is working great and most people get it. (The crash of 2008) was hard, but this is way harder."

As summer soon beckons, Hightower said Black Mountain's population "doubles, if not triples." Currently, he said most non-bike shops in town are closed, being deemed non-essential. "We got lucky to be considered an essential business. I would guess we will lose 20% of the restaurants if this goes over 30 days."

Hightower has kept his staff of four intact but fears layoff are inevitable. If he has to, he'll cut staff pay in half for four weeks. Afterward, employees would be let go. 

Hightower consented to his letter being published by BRAIN.

Hey guys,

Thought I should let you know now that we have had to make some quick and challenging decisions here at Epic Cycles Black Mountain NC. We are sending this out to all our bike companies and advising them that we will not be able to remain committed to any pre-season forecast. I would expect that you understand why.

Shop update:

Two weeks ago we decided to be closed 3 out of 7 days. Now we are open Wed. (through) Sat.

Last week we decided to have a check-in table out front and not allow customers into the shop. We were busyish.

This week, it's dead. No one dropping off bikes and no one out and about, which in all reality is good, just not good for business. The retail end of our business is completely dead.

Reminds me of a movie I saw a while back called "Red 2." Bruce Willis sneaked a bomb onto the plane of the villain, Anthony Hopkins, so when he discovers it his quote was:

"Well, I didn't see that coming!"

Then the plane blows up.

Keep the faith, my friend. And thanks for all your support.

Allan Hightower

The outdoor check-in station is the new norm at Epic Cycles.

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I would appreciate if you could stop staring at me like some kind of fish pointlessly gaping in a fishbowl.”The tone was dry and cutting, the words slipping out between two perfectly red-painted lips without missing a beat and there was a fire in the woman’s hazel eyes. She was looking straight into Kara’s eyes and a perfectly sculpted brow was arched in a way that blatantly betrayed what little patience she had left.Oddly enough, Kara’s first reflex, faced with such a judgmental and clearly impatient expression, was to apologize and it annoyed her to no end. She didn’t make it all the way up to being one of the best Private Investigator in Boston by plying under the glare of angry customers, imposing politics, threatening mafioso or wounded wives. It was bad enough that she was a woman in the first place and the path she had chosen for her career had been paved with nothing more than judgment, bewildered looks and dismissing snarls from all kind of people who were today in her debts.“Miss Grant, I assure you am no fish, thank you very much. Let’s cut to the chase, shall we? I know who you are and more to it, I know what kind of people you work with so please, enlighten me. Why would someone like you would need someone like me in the first place?” Kara retorted, making an effort not to shift in her leather armchair, to avoid showing any kind of annoyance to the woman in front of her.“Brazen,” Cat said and Kara saw the shadow of a smile twitch at the corners of the woman lips. The ostensible pearls she was wearing seemed to glow in the dim light of the office but Kara silently noticed it was the only visible piece of jewerly, and she made a mental note of it, without exactly knowing why.Every detail was important, she had learned that early on in her career.For now, Cat looked positively satisfied and Kara didn’t understand why, given the fact all she had done was to reply a little sharply to a comment that had been rude.“I am here because you have a stellar reputation, for a Private Investigator,” Cat started and her blond curls waved softly above her shoulders, glistening with whatever product the hairdresser had used on them earlier during the day.There was a distinctive smell wafting through the air whenever Cat moved her head a little too quickly.“I am also here because you are a woman and as such, I am guessing you are even more dangerous than a man in your line of work,” Cat continued, obviously unaware of all the small details Kara was mentally filling away for later.“Most people are usually not trusting a woman to do a man’s job, Miss Grant,” Kara interjected and she studied the way Cat gritted her teeth for a second.“Oh believe me, Miss Danvers, I am more than aware of how the world work and I don’t need you to remind me. Now, if you are quite finished with your incessant interruption, I would like to explain why I am here,” Cat let out and the words were as blunt as a street fighter’s blows.“No need, Miss Grant. I know exactly why you are here. Your husband has been missing for close to forty eight hours and you want someone to find him,” Kara cut her off with a few blows of her own and she savored the taken aback expression etched all over Cat’s sharp features. “What I still don’t understand, Miss Grant, is why me? You could have gone to any of the PI in this godforsaken city but more importantly, since your hubby is linked to the Boss himself, you could have called any of your work buddies to ask around and find out for yourself so, let me ask you again, why did you come here today?”Kara casually threw the silver pen she had been playing with since the moment Cat had sat down across the desk and stared right into the hazel eyes that showed nothing but surprise, and maybe some hints of awe.“You’re even better than what your reputation led me to believe you were,” Cat spoke, softly this time.“Yes indeed,” Kara acquiesced with a curt nod but she didn’t explain any further, instead choosing to stare at the woman while waiting for an answer.“Christopher has indeed gone missing and I can’t reach out to my work buddies, as you so eloquently put it, because I am fairly certain they are the one behind his sudden disappearance. I’m afraid this time, he chose the wrong milk in which to put his biscuit in,” Cat explained and Kara barely arched a brow at the explicit picture.“Miss Grant, why would you go to all the trouble to find him, if he is indeed the kind of man I suspect he is?” Kara inquired and if Cat was impressed by how bold the question was, she didn’t show any of it.“I don’t need him, I never did,” Cat stated and the words seemed to stir some anger beneath her calm demeanor. “I simply need to know what happened to him, to know what I should tell my son. I owe Carter the truth and since I can’t exactly go to the mafia, given all the ties existing and their possible involvement, I am bringing the matter to you.”“What makes you think I have no tie with the mafia, Miss Grant?” Kara asked, hiding her surprise at the mention of a son. Cat Grant was a very public figure and the volatile husband was as well but no one ever mentioned a child in the middle of this strange and disparate couple.“I’ve been told you don’t, but I have of course no way to be certain,” Cat admitted and Kara nodded, accepting the answer graciously.“May I ask who gave you my name?” She chose to ask instead and Cat smiled.“Lucy Lane did.”Kara’s eyes widened slightly, before she could regain her composure.Lucy Lane was working for the anti-corruption unit that had been formed a few years ago, when the civil war dividing Boston had reached it peaks. For Lucy to have been in contact with Cat Grant, of all people, could only mean one thing and suddenly, realization flooded Kara’s mind.“You’ve been working undercover for the anti-corruption unit this whole time, haven’t you?” Kara whispered and Cat nodded, not at all surprised by the deduction.“Alright then, Miss Grant. I am going to find out what happened to this husband of yours,” Kara said and this time, Cat looked a little thrown off.“That easy?” She couldn’t help to ask and by the way she was biting her perfectly red-painted lips, Kara could tell she was regretting the question.“Yes. I trust Lucy with my life and since she’s the one who gave you my name, I don’t see any reason why I shouldn’t work your case,” Kara answered with a nod and she then stood up, adjusting the reverts of her suit’s vest over her white shirt.Cat stood up as well, distractedly flattening some crinkle across her tailored Grey pencil skirt and matching vest. The black shirt underneath the Grey fabric looked impeccably ironed, Kara noticed. Cat grabbed her purse and walked towards the exit and Kara grabbed her hat before following her.“Very well, Miss Danvers. Thank you, for taking the time to hear me out,” Cat said as she opened the office’s door and Kara bowed her head slightly.“I can’t exactly say it was my pleasure, but it’s been quite and interesting meeting, for sure. I look forward to seeing you again, Miss Grant,” Kara smirked and she saw Cat roll her eyes in a gesture that looked very practiced.“I return the sentiment, although I am not sure why,” Cat admitted and she held out her hand for Kara to shake it.The detective firmly shook the strangely soft and warm fingers and then, something odd stirred in the pit of her stomach when they pulled out their hands. It was as if her skin was already mourning the contact but she chased the sentiment away and focused on the present.“Good night, Miss Grant,” She said and Cat didn’t answer but something strange sparkled in her eyes, something Kara didn’t want to dwell on.Eventually, the woman strutted away and Kara watched, entranced, until Cat disappeared around the corner of the hallway.“You’ve got it bad, boss,” A voice chimed in to her left and she sighed before facing the sparkling green eyes of the man sitting behind a desk which plaque said 'secretary'.“Shut up, Winn,” Kara grumbled and she then closed the door of her office before walking away, to the sound of the man’s amused laugh.

#NASCAR anon #Supercat #Kara x Cat #Supercat AU #Supercat Noir AU #I've been looking at this for a day and then I decided to do it #I have no idea if it's any good #I'll let you all judge #Anonymous

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Interlude

(Ao3)

Authors: Mod A (tanagers) and Mod K (fangirlingforeverz)

Rating: NC-17/NSFW (warnings: nothing really. Just car sex.)

Word Count: 4,184 words

Notes: We wanted to crank something fluffy out since that last TG chapter was so utterly terrifying.

--

“A supply run?” Nishiki asks thoughtfully as he watches Ken putting on his jacket.

Ken nods. It had been some time since they had last gone up to the surface to resupply. Often times, they made due without or tried to stretch the small supplies that they did have as much as they could. Unfortunately, they were running low on clothes, and with winter approaching, all of the members of Goat needed thicker clothing in order to combat that harsh weather.

“Yes,” he says. “ No one had time to pack anything before we came here, so we wanted to try to buy warmer clothing for everyone. What’s your size?” Ken reiterated, this time reaching into his pockets and pulling out a pen and a notepad to jot it down.

Nishiki shrugs, “A medium shirt would be fine - and the same for jeans,” and then, “Are you going by yourself?”

Ken gives Nishiki a sympathetic look. He was sure that the older man wouldn’t mind a chance to leave their cramped and lackluster surroundings, even though he was typically tasked with collecting supplies for this reason. Ken couldn’t blame him, he was also going somewhat stir crazy from staying in the dark and almost endless 24th ward.  It had to have been weeks before he had last even seen the sun.

Even more pressing was the lack of privacy. It was almost impossible to get a moment alone. This was a unique frustration all on it’s own, with what his new burgeoning relationship with Touka. His wife.

Very frustrating.

Ken shakes his head, “I’m going with Touka-chan,” he responds - and at that Nishiki’s face broke out into a grin.

“So, should we expect you back in several hours?” he asks dryly, amused by the red hue that completely overtook Ken’s features.

“It shouldn’t take that long,” Ken says quickly, rubbing the back of his neck. He moves to rub his chin next, nervous at being caught. Nishiki was too sharp for his own good. He had thought that they were being discrete, but nothing seemed to slip past the sly man.

“Why would it take several hours?” he asks, playing dumb - to which Nishiki actually starts laughing. “Don’t play the innocent school boy act with me, Kaneki,” and then he claps him on the shoulder, sighing.

“Did you know that my cell is only about two rooms down from the both of you?”

An unpleasant realization strikes, “Oh.” That was right. So that meant that he heard when they --

If his flush was bad before, it was overpowering his entire face at this moment.

“But seriously,” his friend says, “Are you sure that this is a good idea? The doves have been quiet lately, but there are still other things to worry about.”

The baby. It’s unspoken, but Ken understands his meaning. He had also worried about it, but he felt guilty keeping Touka constantly cooped up. He’s still worried about, in fact. While he was sure Touka would agree if he asked her to say behind, he didn’t want to do that to her. She deserved that much.

He’d just have to be vigilant.

“We’ll keep our heads low,” Ken says. “We’re both wearing wigs and we’ll be in and out. I’m sure that it’ll be fine. The doves can’t patrol all of Tokyo at all times.”

Nishiki frowns, “They can’t,” He amends, “But it still seems risky.”

It was.

Just at that time, Touka walks into the hall jacket in hand. She had chosen to wear a long black wig, that revealed both of her eyes. She had even chosen to wear contacts. It was a different look, one that he had never considered on her, but it certainly suited her. He didn’t think that Touka could look badly in any look that she attempted.

Still, it was strange to see her without her bangs. She waves at Nishiki, “Yo,” she says in that casual way of hers,  before turning her attention back to him “Ready to go?”

He nods, his eyes trailing up her boot covered legs. It was like she sucked all of his attention the moment that she entered a room. Everything else fades into the background. It happens almost every time since their relationship had begun.

God, would it always be like this?

He can’t even fathom how he hadn’t constantly been enthralled by her before -- how could he have even concentrate on anything? Nishiki rolled his eyes, noticing his lack of focus. “Close your mouth before something falls inside,” he says dryly.

Ken flushes, “W-What?”

“Oi, Touka,” Nishiki smirks, “What kind of magic did you put on him?”

“It’s a love potion,” Touka says, with a somewhat dramatic sigh. “It was supposed to make me utterly irresistible to him -- but I think it worked a little too well.”

Nishiki leans an elbow against her shoulder, sighing in mock sadness.

“Sounds rough.”

“This is all very funny,” Ken says, growing somewhat annoyed as his cheeks grow hotter. “But we really should be going.” It was getting later, and he didn’t want the stores to close before they got there.

“So hasty,” Touka remarks, “At least take a girl out before you try to get into her pants.” She snorts at the look Ken gives her, “Okay, fine -- let’s go,” she smirks at Nishiki as they begin to make the slow ascent out of the ward.

Ken’s blush was battling to overtake his whole face as he walks ahead of her.

God, he’s fun to tease.

--

It takes at least 45 minutes of walking before they reach the surface, but Touka had already familiarized herself with this route. In her free time, when not reading or looking over the children, she often found herself wandering the long, winding tunnels of the 24th ward. She would walk to the surface, and then back -- and then further down, as deep as she could go before the path became too treacherous.

“So,” she has to hold back a chuckle at how red Ken still was. How had she resisted teasing him in this way for so long before? The one eyed king -- flustered by a few naughty jokes. How terrifying.

“Do you want to drive today?” Touka asked.

“Huh?” He asks, and he had clearly been preoccupied with other thoughts. She catches him sneaking glances at her and she grins.

Truthfully she couldn’t blame him for being a little distracted. She would be a liar if she said she wasn't. Being with Kaneki showed her how incredibly pleasurable and fun love making could be. Even she had grown quite preoccupied with thinking about both it and him.  

“Huh? Oh, um, sure,” Ken says, though he had that look in his eye that he only got when he was in the mood. She raises an eyebrow at him, though she wasn’t opposed to the idea - that would have to wait for later. They had things to do, after all. Shopping.

-- and finally getting out of that damn ward.

They had placed several cars and trucks that they had placed about a ten minute walk from the entrance to the ward, just in case they ever needed to make a quick escape. Having them too close to the entrance was suspicious, but too far way, and they wouldn’t be able to even reach them in time.

This time, Touka chooses a bland and inconspicuous little family car. She sat in the passenger seat of the car, “Let’s get going then. You do know how to drive, right?”

“Of course,” he says throwing a smile at her, shifting the car into drive. Touka braced herself for some sort of crash, however, they smoothly made it out of the densely packed forest and onto the highway and to her astonishment -- the shopping center.

“When did you learn to drive?” Ken asks, He didn’t remember her driving at all when they had been at anteiku. Then again, perhaps the need had never arisen. “Yomo-san,” she answers, watching the changing scenery as they go. When Yomo had began to teach her, she had nearly ran down a civilian. He had paid no mind and let her drive through the ward with disastrous results.

“What about you?”

He laughs, “I learned awhile ago,” he admits, “During our time apart I taught myself. I figured it would be a useful skill to have,” he said as he parks the car.

Touka purses her lips, hating being reminded of their separation. Much had changed about him during that time - and he had learned so much that it boggled her mind at times when she was faced with the differences. He had gone from a meek weakling to the man the ghouls of Tokyo called King.

It was quite the change.

Growing wistful, Touka pulled out the list that they had made and stepped out of the car, as soon as they pull into the shopping center.  “C'mon, we have a lot of things to get and I don’t feel like being out here all night,” she says.

He tails her from store to store, getting the necessary items and facing the cashiers with their incredulous looks and outrageous questions at the sheer amount of items that they were purchasing.

Touka uses her well acquired customer service smile, “We are getting our Christmas shopping done early,” she told one teenager. The youth in question gives her a bemused look. “Um, it’s July,” he says.

Ken smiles, “Very early,” he cuts in, wrapping an arm around her shoulder.

“We are really eager for the holidays, what with being newly married,” And now, Touka is the one who was unable to contain her flush.

He always spoke of their marriage so openly, so happily. It was as though she really made him happy.

She’s unable to hold back a smile before saying, “--And we both come from big families,” and this seems to satisfy the questioning cashier as he quickly congratulates them and ushers them down the checkout line.

All that was left was their own clothes and items now, Ken chose the plainest and darkest colored clothing in the store much to Touka’s exasperation.

“Don’t you ever wear any other color besides black, grey and navy blue?” she asks, annoyed. She throws a well chosen dress and several fashion magazines into the cart that Ken pretended not to see.

“I like black, grey, and navy blue,” he says with a smile, making Touka roll her eyes.

They finished their shopping without much excitement after that and lugged all of their bags back to the car. It took a lot of effort, but Touka was eventually help to stuff them all into the trunk of the car.

“Remind me to never do this again,” Touka complains. “That hellhole is better than carrying all of this shit!”

“Shittyama can go next time -- count me out,” she says and Ken laughs, smiling with a mysterious twinkle in his eye, “Should we start to head out?” he asks, and Touka looked at him warily when she noticed that he didn’t say “home.”

“Yeah,” she says, “Are you driving again?” And he nods enthusiastically - too enthusiastically as he got into the driver’s side of the car.

He drives to a less populated area, further from the mall but also nowhere near the ward. He stops the car, and Touka almost laughs.

Actually, she does.

“You’re so lame,” she says with a snort. “Are we horny teenagers now?”

Ken frowns, giving her that damn kicked puppy look that he had quickly learned she was an absolute sucker for. “So, is that a no?”

She would punch him if the pregnancy wasn’t making her feel constantly frisky. She also can’t deny that this was a rare opportunity. In the cramped wards, there was almost always someone who needed Ken’s attention.

Touka gives him a saucy smile before crawling onto his lap. Luckily, her belly hadn’t gotten too big yet, so she’s able to sit against him comfortably.

Ken needs no more encouragement to begin kissing her hungrily.

Her lips molded onto his, dress riding up to her ass as she straddled him and buried her hands in his hair. She did hard work and there was a lot more privacy here than at the ward. Didn’t she deserve a little fun time without being judged by everyone?

“Hmm,” she moans against his lips, “So, this is what you were planning when you invited me out,” she murmurs, before latching onto his collarbone.

She nips at the skin there until she heard him gasp and his hips surged forward, his crotch rubbing right where she wants him.

Ken  chuckles, reaching down and cupping her ass, squeezing firmly. “Guilty,” he admis playfully - “Though, I wanted to let you spend some time outside of the ward, too.”

Her smile widens, her heart pulsing. He really was a sweet man.

“Want to take this to the back seat?” he asks, watching her through half lidded eyes, and she nodded because fuck yes she did.

They fumble and laugh as they make it to the back seat.

It was cramped as hell, but Touka didn’t mind - Ken hovers over her, his knee on one side of her hip and his other leg was off of the seat as there wasn’t enough room for both of them. Touka winces when her head hit the arm rest, and Ken smiled apologetically. He slips his hands underneath her skirt, pushing it up to her belly and leaning down to kiss right beneath her navel.

There was a noticeable bump now, but still too small unless someone was being very observant. She still wore dark colors to hide the fact, for her own safety and their baby’s.

She squirms and his smile softens. “I promise that this will be fun,” Ken says.

She giggles when he nuzzles her through her panties. “Oh, I bet,” she says breathily when his lips pepper kisses along her inner thighs. He pulls at the hem of her underwear with his teeth before bringing them down and slide it the rest of the way down her legs. Touka tries to kick them off but ends up kicking the car door. Ken laughs at the absurdity of the situation,

“I’ll make it fun,” he grins, “I promise,” he tells her. His tongue traces her clit. Her back arches off the backseat with a moan, fingers delving through his hair and bringing him closer to her cunt.

She always tasted so good, and he laps at her hungrily. There was hardly any space her him in the car to kneel between her legs, and his back was beginning to get strained from staying in the awkward position that he was in - but it was worth it to have her thighs quivering around his head.

He presses a finger inside of her, twisting it and relishing in the way that her breath hitched. “Fuck,” she groans, “You’re good at that,” and he laughs again and his breath pleasantly tickles her cunt. When he slides another finger inside of her she gasps, her body jerking and she hits her head again.

“Too good,” she says breathlessly, head tilted back and hips moving against his fingers, “Oh!” She gasps, as his fingers curves up and rub against her inner walls. He takes her clit into his mouth and sucks.

It’s like fire in her veins -- the pleasure was always a little different, but just as intense. Her body undulates sensuously under his touch, hips rolling, trying to get closer to him. Feeling her legs around his head like this, feeling her body react is almost too much for him.

She was always so responsive. Did she want him this much?

He feels painfully hard but winces as he shifts. His back was going to get stuck in this position.

He grazes her clit with his teeth lightly, and that was enough to break the dam - and she gasps - back arching painfully as she comes.

Her legs hit the car door repeatedly, and she can’t help but laugh even as the waves of her orgasm hit her - turning her moans into shaky laughter.

This situation was ridiculous - but it was fun, she couldn't deny that. Ken smiles at her, laughing as well pausing to lick her juices off of his mouth.

“Maybe we should try another position,” he suggests, amused - fucking her like this was definitely not going to work.

“Okay, okay,” Touka says, still giggling - “Just give me a second,” her body felt like jelly- but she pushes herself up, “Sit down,” she tells him, and he did - so she straddles his waist, thinking that it would be easier that way.

She grinds her hips against his, her bare cunt rubbing against his clothed cock. She rubs her palm, working him up and the unzipping it and stroking his cock. She positions herself above him, when she hit her head when she lifted herself too high.

“This won’t work, ” she says flatly, Ken laughs, his head rolling on the headrest.

She glares at him, feeling just frustrated now and he relents, “Okay, how about this?”

As he tries positions himself behind her, the cramped car seemed to have even less space as they struggled to find a position.

In frustration, Touka pulled at the lever under the seat, causing Kaneki to fall back with the seats.

He yelps in surprise and Touka smirks, totally amused. “You’re right, Ken - this is fun,” she teases, making him roll his eyes. “Very funny,” he says,  though he was thankful for more space.

“How about this?” he asks, and lifts her up and letting her lie back on the flattened seats. He positions himself over her, steadying himself by placing one of his arms beside her head, and using his other hand to lift her hips to his.

He quickly undid his pants, and pushed them down, not bothering to pull them off past his knees. It probably wouldn’t work anyway.

He notices that Touka still had her panties looped around one of her feet and he snorts, trying to hold back laughter. The fabric lining the back of the scary is rough and scratchy.

“This is probably going to give me rug burn,” Touka says with a grimace, the material of the back of the seat was scratchy against her back.  Ken smiles apologetically, and kissed her, pressing the blunt head of his cock against her opening before pushing inside.

She leans up to the kiss, breaking it only for a moment when he finally pushed inside her. “Good?” He asks, biting his lips to keep from smiling, she shifted her hips,“ Move, shitty Kaneki,” impatience coloring her tone.

He hums, separating her legs further as he pushes one of them up to his shoulder and thrusts, deep enough to have her keening. “O-Oh!”

Ah, how long had it been since their last time? Two weeks? He’s unable to stop himself as he assaults her with thundering thrusts. Pivoting his hips to meet hers, making her whine.

“F-Fuck!” She yelps.

He laughs and kisses her again, entwining their tongues lazily.

Touka’s inner walls clamp down onto his cock and he moans deeply, each thrust pushing him closer and closer over the edge. It’s so good -- tight and so very, wet. She always is for him.

Her breasts bounce from the force of each thrust. It was a lewd image, but one that he would always cherish.

Only he got to see Touka like this.

His eyes are glued to her breasts as he fucks her. He leans down and licked one of her nipples, and toys with the other one with his fingers. She whimpered, threading her fingers through his hair, clenching and then tugging. God, nothing got him going faster than that.

And from the mischievous glimmer in her eye, he knows that she knew this as well.  

He rolls his hips slowly but powerfully, each thrust causing stars to burst in front of her eyes. “Don’t stop,” she begs.

She throws her head back as his kisses became sloppy, messy. He bites at the swell of her breast and she feels herself getting closer and closer. She doesn’t even care that the stinging on her backside from their motion was going to cause a nasty rug burn.  

“I don’t plan to,” he moans into the hollow between her breasts, licking a line to trace up to the droplets of sweat that beaded across her skin. He swivels his hips and pushes deeper inside, his thumb rubbing at her clit when she came screaming and fluttering.

He can feel her walls clenching down, spasming and hugging his cock so tightly that he chokes.

His vision whitens as his hips spasm and jolt sloppily as the rhythm between is lost.

Exhausted but euphoric, he buries his face into her chest, nuzzling against her. “Touka-a,” he moans, breathless and boneless.

They lay like that for awhile, all tangled together while Touka ran her fingers through his hair. Here there was no war, no citizens to worry about, no future to drive himself into agony over. There was just her.

Several moments pass before she frowns in discomfort from the sting of the friction from the rug. “I have rug burn on my ass,” she says, deeply unamused. Lightly, she slaps his arm.

“You owe me,” she said sleepily and Ken couldn’t help the laughter that bursts out of him.

“Okay, okay! But you’ll model the dresses that you snuck out for me, right?” Touka narrows her eyes at him, getting up slowly with a wince and putting on her underwear.

Ken lifts her skirt up her back to 'inspect’ the rug burn with a grimace, “I haven’t seen it this red since that time I smacked -” She covers his mouth before he could finish that sentence.

She was still very embarrassed about that particular night, despite having so much fun. Ken perks up every opportunity he gets to both brag about it and tease her as well. She was adorable on the rare occasions that we he was able to actually fluster her. He can definitely see why she likes flustering him, if the retribution feels the same.

Her eyes are impossibly soft as she looks at him, palms splayed over her growing bump, stroking it softly. She was around three months now and every day, they grew more and more hopeful about their child’s existence. That all the sacrifices Touka was making for them was going to be worth it.

Ken leans in to kiss her forehead and then her lips, in a chaste peck. He leans in to do the same to her belly, rubbing his cheek against it and tickling her with soft strands of his wig.

“I actually got a few things,” He says softly. “I know that we agreed to not get anything until we know for sure -- but I couldn’t help it.”

She sits up, leaning against the door of the rear side as he rifles through the plastic bags to find one that looked the same as the others. But, he had smartly hidden it away to camouflage it from her sight. Her chest constricts, knowing what it was -- who it was for -- but it still knocks the wind out of her when he pulls out a baby blue onesie with a silver rabbit at the chest. A small jacket, too small to belong to a child and almost resembling those clothes for life size toys. It was a pale yellow in color, the hood had floppy bunny ears. Several pairs of socks and mittens…?

Her eyes start watering when she sees a blanket, light blue with yellow stars and ducks on it. In that moment,it became that much clearer.

They were going to be parents. This was real.

“When I saw these, I just couldn’t help it.” He explains sheepishly. “Y-You’re practically glowing and I know that she’ll make it--”

“He,” Touka corrects, with a watery smile.

“She,” Ken insists. Clearing his throat and closing his eyes to keep them from stinging. “She might want more bunny things, so I’m not done yet.”

Touka’s smile cracks with a sob. He embraces her, wrapping her protectively in his arms and she holds him back just as fiercely. Feeling so overwhelmed from the months of worrying for their child. But every day, their hope strengthens. Every day, the fear shrinks and the love and confidence just grows.

“She will live,” Ken promises her. “She will.”

“I know he will,” Touka replies hoarsely. “H-He’s going to love bunnies. Maybe we can get h-him one someday.”

He pulls back to wipe her tears, feeling some tears run down his face.

--

When they return, Touka huffs, walking with a bit of a limp from the rug burn. Nishiki is standing near the entrance to the kitchen area, and she grumbles when he notices her limping. He smirks, clearly about to mention it. “Mind your business, damn Nishiki,” she growled, throwing a bag at his head as she walks past him to her room.

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This is a compilation of my absolute favorite DeanCas fics of all time, they are fics I have and will read over, and over, and over again. They are the crème de la crème, the cream of the crop, the golden ticket of DeanCas fanfiction, my friends. 

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♦ put your hands on my waist by: casfallsinlove (2,182 ♦ M)

Summary: Dean is sitting at the window seat in their dark bedroom, the one that opens onto the fire escape. He must be cold. He's wearing nothing but boxers, miles and miles of lovely bare skin exposed to the cool breeze drifting in. If he is, he doesn't seem to care. 

♦ okay_cupid by: orange_crushed (4,591 ♦ T)

Summary: "The dating thing?" Dean frowns. "Online dating is for weirdos. Robots. Dudes hanging out in their basements."

"You hang out in your basement."

"I have an air hockey table down there,” Dean says, icily.

♦ Love Lab by: youaresunlight (5,385 ♦ M)

Summary: When Dean sees the flyer for a research study offering $75 to participants, he doesn’t think twice before signing him and Cas up. The problem, of course, is that it’s a romantic couples study and while Cas is his roommate and best friend, they are very much not in a relationship.

♦ No Strings by: lastknownwriter  (6,201 ♦ T) 

Summary: Casual sex, no strings attached; it seemed like the perfect offer…

*fic removed by author. please contact author for PDF.  

♦ Going Postal by: captainbarnes (6,771 ♦ NR)

Summary: Dean Winchester and Castiel Novak became pen pals because of a school assignment, and they tried not to get attached to one another. They really did. Sort of. Barely.

♦ the earth around me by: casfallsinlove (7,419 ♦ M)

Summary: “I’m running away,” Dean blurts and fuck, it feels good to say that out loud.Cas blinks at him over a box of cod liver oil. He plants it unceremoniously on the floor and pulls off his creased Walgreens apron.“I’m coming with you.”Okay then.

(In which Dean and Cas run away together and learn how to be free.)

♦ Something Unexpected by:cloudyjenn (7,671 ♦ NC-17)

Summary: Mr. Novak is Dean’s principal. Dean would like him to be more.

*journal has been deleted -- i do not have a copy of this pdf. if you do, and wouldn’t mind sharing, please hmu.

♦ Don’t Panic by: deans1911 (8,991 ♦ E)

Summary: Dean is a Secret Service agent. Castiel is his ex-KGB handler.

*removed by author.

♦ Astrophysics and Tea ‘Verse by: casfallsinlove (10,363 ♦ E)

Summary: Wherein Dean (who owns a bookstore) and Cas (an astrophysics grad student) have been best friends since they were kids, NASA nearly screws things up, and tea is mentioned far too often. 

♦ Chili Peppers by: justanothersong (12,707 ♦ T)

Summary: Dr. Winchester hears an off hand comment from one of his students and find himself browsing a website dedicated to rating university professors. He’s not surprised by his rating — but is a little miffed to see the department chair has an even better one. Clearly, something needs to be done about this.

♦ Today, your barista ‘verse by: orange_crushed (13,601 ♦ T)

Summary: "Is that-"

"My number," says Dean, because he's a fucking champion, he's cool, he's collected, he's Captain Smooth of the USS Smoothtania, that's right. He is definitely not leaning against the counter for moral support. Cas doesn' looked seduced or impressed, though. He does not look like a dude who just met Captain Smooth and wants to ride the loveboat. He looks puzzled.

♦ It's Always the End of the World Somewhere by: scaramouche (21,126 ♦ E)

Summary: The status quo is this: Dean is the popular captain of the football team, and Castiel is the off-kilter nobody who doesn’t so much as breathe the same air as Dean. Then senior year happens and the status quo is shot to smithereens.

♦ Shortskirts 'verse by: twentysomething (22,377 ♦ E) 

Summary: So, they’re in high school, and then they’re in college, and it’s mostly not about Taylor Swift, except when it is 

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♦ Shut Up (Put Your Money Where Your Mouth Is) by: kototyph (23,970 ♦ E) 

Summary: Dean's done some pretty stupid things, but getting drunk-hitched in Vegas to a colleague he barely knows might just take the cake. His surprise husband, Castiel, is a little weird but likable despite that, and Dean figures they’ll go back to Boston, get a quiet annulment, and go their separate ways.

Six weeks later, he’s still married to one of the strangest, most genuine and definitely most dangerously lov-- likable guys he's ever known. Dean doesn't know why or really even how it’s happening, but it’s getting harder and harder to remember that he has divorce papers to file. 

♦ Asunder by: rageprufrock (23,817 ♦ E) 

Summary: Wherefore they are no more twain, but one flesh. What therefore God hath joined together, let not man put asunder. (Matthew 19:6) 

♦ An Exercise in 'Worthless' by: beastofthesky (26,547 ♦ M) 

Summary: "I mean, you’re–” He gestures at Cas, in his neat oxford shirt and nice pants. “–and I’m a high school dropout who tattoos for a living.” 

Wherein Dean makes a hefty living as a tattoo artist who owns the space next to Gabriel's cafe. Sam attends the local university. When Gabe's cousin comes to live with him while starting grad school at Sam's university, Dean thinks for sure that all his negative karma's coming to bite him in the ass because Cas clearly has a thing for Sam. No one would ever choose him over Sam. That's just logic.

♦ The Way The War Was Won by: deans1911 (39,084 ♦ E)

Summary: Dean and Cas are buddy cops faking a marriage for the benefits and tax breaks. Except for the part where Dean’s sort of actually in love with his partner and doesn’t realize it yet. 

*removed by author 

♦ Unlimited Potential by: lastknownwriter (45,237 ♦ M)

Summary: Dean Winchester has it all: perfect grades, popularity, the brightest future. He knows exactly who he is and exactly what he wants.

And then someone unexpected shows him how very much he doesn’t.

*fic removed by author. please contact author for PDF.  

♦ The Laundromat ‘Verse by: ozonecologne (48,940 ♦ M)

Summary: Dean runs a laundromat. The punk kids come to him for all their clothing repair needs.

That includes their bad boy ringleader, Castiel.

A collection of ficlets.

♦ Your Heart Makes by: schmerzerling (51,884 ♦ M) 

Summary: Castiel is directionless, depressed, and working in one of the worst possible places to be so—Disneyland Park. Seeing hundreds of excited people every day, trying to smile for the customers, and dealing with the fact that his infuriating brother Gabriel is so readily capable of every park job he throws himself into makes Castiel feel like he could barely manage to keep his head above the foot of water in the “It’s a Small World” canal that he oversees. 

All of that changes when the universe sees fit to put him in a Disneyesque love story opposite the handsome animator in the window on Main Street who doesn’t care about Castiel’s lethargic lack of idealism—so long as he can make caustic Cas come to appreciate every attraction in the park. But life isn’t a Disney fairy tale, and even though an easy out and a happy ending are what Castiel seeks, he’ll begin to wonder if the happiest ending isn’t really an ending at all. 

♦ Thunder & Angels by: pm_lo (54,263 ♦ E)

Summary: Castiel’s family owns the shoddily-regulated coal mine where John Winchester works, so Dean storms Cas’s mansion, demanding answers from the drugged-out trust-fund kid. In exchange for his help repairing the mine, Cas demands Dean live with him for three months and give Cas a shot at seducing him by allowing him one kiss a day.

♦ Grotesque by: lastknownwriter (58,314 ♦ E)

Summary: Deep in the heart of the bayou, a winged creature has paid a long and lonely penance for a tragedy history has forgotten. A fateful storm and a soldier pure of heart are about to change his world. A Dean/Castiel Beauty and the Beast AU.

*fic removed by author. please contact author for PDF.  

♦ Highwaymen. by: orange_crushed (66,389 ♦ M)

Summary: Dean closes his eyes. He is under a blanket in his memories, fabric pulled up under his chin and his face pressed near to hers on the pillow. His father is asleep, snoring slightly, hands loose and expression happy, curled around her on the other side. She's speaking in whispers. He knows that she was already pregnant then, that Sam was on his way into their lives, even though he'd had no idea what exactly that meant at the time. He can almost see her face still, warm and orange in the light of her lumoscircling their heads like a firefly, but every now and then she blurs in his vision, like a lost thread of consciousness, something half-remembered. Bit by bit, he's losing her.

♦ Past, Present by: lastknownwriter (83,867 ♦ E)

Summary: When bar owner Dean Winchester meets Castiel Novak, he is only trying to be friendly to the lonely professor; he never expects to fall in love. When a tragic accident inadvertently erases the life they’ve built together, will they be able to find each other again? Or will Dean be left with the memory of a love he couldn’t save and a heart hardened by a simple twist of fate? 

*fic removed by author. please contact author for PDF. 

♦ Freefall by: lastknownwriter (128,542 ♦ E)

Summary: The most exciting kindergarten teacher Dean Winchester’s life ever gets is when he plays mechanic in his uncle Bobby’s shop on the weekends.That is until a birthday party goes tequila-nova and he trips into a one-night stand with an incredibly hot firefighter named Castiel. Dean’s life gets a lot more exciting after that.

*fic removed by author. please contact author for PDF.

♦ For All You Young Hockey Players Out There, Pay Attention  by: thursdaysfallenangel (143,594 ♦ E) 

Summary: Dean Winchester knows two things about hockey, two things his dad made sure he knew. One, hockey is a guy’s sport, and two, hockey is family. Hockey meant Sam and Bobby and Benny and Victor and Gabriel and hell, his entire team. So when Victor gets traded, Russian-star-turned-new teammate Castiel Krushnic becomes a threat. As much as Dean hates him for that, the longer he sticks around, the more he begins to threaten that first rule too. Dean’s been taught his whole life that those who play hockey should not be captivated by deep accented voices and the way a guy handles his stick, so how the hell is he supposed to justify what he’s starting to think about Cas? All Dean wanted at the beginning of the season was to win, and now all he wants to do is figure out how he feels about Cas and how to deal with it without ruining his career and tearing his family apart. 

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