#does her cafe name make sense?

[writingwife-83]

Sherlolly Appreciation Week, Day 1: Flower shop AU/Coffee Shop AU

Happy SAW23, all! Here’s a little ficlet for this first day, and I’m gonna try to do something like this everyday… but we shall see. 😅

Dead Center (👈 AO3)

“Black, two sugars, quick as you can please!”

Molly sighed deeply, taking advantage of the piercing scream of the milk steamer.

“Bastard,” she muttered under her breath. “Don’t wait until I turn around or anything. Just go ahead and yell at me from-“

That was when she turned around, choking on her own words and nearly dropped the espresso she’d just finished making.

Good God.

He had to be close to- no, definitely a full six feet. Fit… really fit. Crisp white shirt with sleeves rolled to the elbows. His eyes, some unearthly blend of blue and green. And his hair, definitely the sort that Molly wanted to sink her fingers into and take firm hold of…

“I’ve got to get back to my shop.”

Molly blinked. “Sorry, what? Oh! You wanted coffee. Black, two sugars, was it?”

“Yes. How much?”

Molly set the latte at the other end of the counter for pickup as she answered. “£3.75. Anything else?”

“That’ll be all.” He took out £4 and set it on the counter. “Keep the change.”

“Oh, thanks so much,” Molly said with a smile, but he was already walking to the other end of the counter to wait for his order. “Ok…”

A minute later when she handed him his coffee, she put on her sweetest smile and tried to initiate eye contact. “Here you go. Black two sugars. A-and I couldn’t help noticing you said, ‘your shop?’ What sort of shop?”

Sherlock gestured across the street as he took his first sip. “Flower shop, across the way. It’s interesting enough work, particularly because I get to deduce all my customers and figure out what brings them in to make a purchase, even when they don’t say. An uncle died recently and left the business to me.”

“Oh congratulations!” Molly winced. “No, wait, sorry! I mean, sorry for your loss but also congratulations on the business.”

He eyed her strangely, rudely some would say. As if he were visibly reading between the lines.

“Right. Well, I’d best get back since I locked up to come grab this.”

“Of course, yes! Well, have a lovely day, and perhaps I’ll see you again. I’m Molly, by the way!” she called out as he began to turn, mentally patting herself on the back for being brave while also feeling like a desperate little fool.

For a moment he looked as if he were going to keep on walking, but then he looked over his shoulder at her, something softening almost imperceptibly in his gaze.

“Sherlock,” he replied, and gave her a little nod.

“Sherlock,” Molly whispered to herself as he left the Dead Center Cafe. Admittedly, he was a bit of an arse, but she was still going to look forward to seeing him again.

She was also most definitely going to be looking for an excuse to buy some flowers.

#sherlolly #sherlollyweek2023 #flower shop au #coffee shop au #does her cafe name make sense? #I mean maybe not #but hey maybe her father ran a funeral home #so this was her clever joke #when she opened her own cafe instead of following in his footsteps #it’s still Molly #so let’s be honest that’s the kind of joke she’d make #even if she didn’t work in a morgue lol

[daosies]

the only exception

alhaitham doesn't feel particularly attached towards many things.

one thing he does seem to feel very strongly about, however, is you.

alhaitham ♡ gn!reader

warnings: reader is not traveler, lovesick alhaitham

note: i woke up one day and was suddenly feeling romantical for alhaitham...

"you want to know what alhaitham likes?" kaveh asks, disbelieving.

"yeah!" paimon exclaims. "paimon needs all the details. like, what does he do outside of work, since he's so eager to get away?"

kaveh shivers at the thought. "well, he goes to read some books i guess. i don't really know what he does."

"you're his roommate!" paimon yells, upset. "how could you not know?!"

"hey, i have things to do! i'm in high demand, okay?" kaveh retorts, flailing his hands around for emphasis in a futile attempt to defend himself. in a fit of desperation, he stands up, a determined expression on his face as he glances around the cafe.

he sits back down, with a newfound resolve, once he realizes that alhaitham is nowhere to be seen.

"fine, i'll tell you what he does. but you can't tell anyone, okay? he'll get super mad at me. and i'm sick and tired of him when he's mad! especially when it's about—"

kaveh pauses midsentence, his mouth hanging agape as the color drains from his face. his lips begin to tremble a little, his hands becoming clammy as he wipes them against the side of his pants.

"u-uh, well," he trails off, averting his gaze from the traveler who leans slightly over the desk. "s-so, w-what i was saying was..."

"hm," a new voice interjects. lumine glances up, noticing alhaitham, in all of his glory. she scrutinizes him intensely, observing the way he crosses his arms, a scowl forming on his face as he glares at the architect with disdain.

his hair looks neater, she notes. usually, alhaitham's hair is messy—he once told her that he doesn't have the need to maintain it properly.

today, however, pearl strands are tucked neatly around his face, framing his pale skin in a way that resembles a sculpture. today, alhaitham looks otherworldly—not necessarily because of his unusual appearance, but rather, the way he looks over his shoulder, his monotone expression suddenly blossoming with color.

when alhaitham looks at you, it's as if there are stars racing across his eyes. his lily green eyes are fixated on you, reflecting your silhouette in their irises with a certain familiarity, a certain adoration. the frown on his lips begins to give way, revealing a dreamy, almost luminous look.

"[name],"—oh, and when he says your name, his voice drops to a gentle, soothing timbre—"let's go somewhere else."

lumine thinks that alhaitham looks unlike himself. because what she knows of him is a calculating, logical grand sage who would rather forfeit the world than have to work another day in his life. she knows him as someone who cares only for himself, not because he's selfish, or because he's egoistical, but because in this dog-eat-dog world, that's the only way to survive.

but when he looks at you, alhaitham's expression melts. all sense of logic evades him, because despite his existence revolving around rationality and consistency, he looks as if he's overwhelmed by a foreign emotion. a warm emotion. alhaitham, with you, looks as if he's going beyond himself, beyond everything.

(in this dog-eat-dog world, alhaitham thinks that caring for others is futile. he thinks that, in the midst of it all, the only thing he can account for is himself.)

(when he's with you, however, that changes.)

because the way he leans in towards you, and the way he speaks to you—in a soft, tender tone—is above him. suddenly, his limited world expands, and colors begin to glimmer with a revitalized hue. alhaitham's world, which was once walked and occupied only by himself, grows a little. it makes way for two.

his hand rests gently on your shoulder, finding familiarity in the feeling.

lumine knows that something is up, that something in you—or something about you—changes the way he behaves. because the alhaitham she knows would never initiate physical contact with anyone.

but the alhaitham you create, the alhaitham that exists in your mere presence, is someone else. the alhaitham that calls your name speaks to you in a voice that has no resemblance to the blunt tone he usually takes. the alhaitham that looks at you, the alhaitham that perceives you is unlike the one that lumine knows.

because in your presence, she thinks that alhaitham resembles a lover. he emanates you, radiating and glowing and prevailing like a wild light, stretching far across the limitless sky and fragmenting just to catch a wisp of your gaze.

(or a breath, or a fraction of your colossal existence. anything will do.)

"what's wrong with this place, though?" you ask, brushing your hand against his. lumine notices this. she glances at the sage, who doesn't seem to mind the contact. if anything, he leans even more towards you, as if your touch had seized a star.

"yeah, that's right!" paimon interjects. "what's wrong with this place, huh?!"

alhaitham, who doesn't even bother to spare the floating fairy a glance, opts to observe your expression, pausing for but a moment to decide what answer would please you the most.

lumine never thought alhaitham would consider someone's feelings before responding. seeing this, however, she supposes that there's a first for everything.

"nothing," he states firmly.

"all of your friends are here too, alhaitham!" you say, gesturing towards kaveh (who is in the midst of an out-of-body experience) and lumine.

"nice to meet you," lumine introduces herself kindly, "[name], right?"

"yeah!" suddenly, you pull a notebook out from your pocket, ushering it towards the traveler as you offer her a pen.

"can i get your autograph?" you ask, though it seems more like a demand.

"hey, how come you never ask for mine?" kaveh questions, suddenly coming back to life. he's silenced as soon as alhaitham glares at him. when the sage's gaze returns to you, however, that look of momentary fury dissipates; he finds comfort in your existence, his spot in the universe etched perfectly by your side.

"i need autographs that can sell," you reply, as if it were the most obvious thing in the world.

"plenty of people would buy my autographs!" kaveh exclaims, hurt. "what do you mean they need to sell, anyway? isn't just having my autograph enough?"

"things without immediate or material value are useless," alhaitham states.

"hah! don't say that when you're so obviously—" kaveh is cut off by alhaitham's death-glare. the architect, resigned to his fate, sits quietly in his seat, his back straightened perfectly as he folds his hands on his lap.

"so obviously...?" paimon echoes, tilting her head. lumine sighs in exasperation while you're cradling the traveler's autograph in your arms, fantasies beginning to materialize all around you.

i could sell this for one million mora. no, two million mora, you think, staring at the flimsy piece of paper. and then i could buy a huge mansion in the middle of the city and—

alhaitham flicks your forehead gently, an unreadable expression painting his features.

"nobody's going to buy that for two million," he remarks. your mouth hangs slightly agape.

"how do you know that?"

he shrugs.

lumine observes the sage under the warm cafe lights. he cradles your image in the center of his eyes, the beholder of what is most beautiful. alhaitham stares at you, taking your figure and slipping it away into his irises, imprinting it into his mind, letting it coexist with him for eternity.

when he stares at you, lumine thinks he's about to melt away into the warmth of the lanterns, the warmth of your existence. when he stares at you—which alhaitham often does—he sheds his tiny world and metamorphosizes into a lover, completely void of all the logic and rationale he lives his life by.

he says things without immediate or material value are useless, lumine thinks, but look at him.

you tuck the traveler's autograph into your pocket, and alhaitham rests his hand on your lower back, as if it were made to be there. when you bid her and kaveh a friendly farewell, alhaitham doesn't even care to spare either of them a glance, his gaze belonging wholly to you.

and when you tell kaveh that you'll get his autograph later, alhaitham scowls. he doesn't say anything to you, but the look he sends towards the architect is enough to suppress any ideas the blonde might be getting.

and when you leave, alhaitham trails after you, yearning. lumine never thought that alhaitham would willingly take his headphones off in public, much less follow after someone with such determination. when you walk, alhaitham is intent on matching your strides, desperate to exist in the same scale as you, the same life as you.

"alhaitham was acting really weird just now..." paimon mumbles, scratching her head. "he had a weird look. like, he wasn't as mad as usual!"

kaveh shivers. "don't say that. if anything, i think he's madder than usual. well, i guess that's what love does to someone."

"what?!" paimon yells.

"ugh, don't make me go in-depth. he's so embarrassing, that guy! how could he act like that and still not confess anything to [name]? also, [name] is way too good for a guy like him. i hope they reject him once he does confess," kaveh rants, waving his hand dismissively.

"alhaitham likes [name]?!" paimon repeats, as if it weren't obvious enough.

"oh, not just like. he loves them. end of story. let's talk about something fun," kaveh replies.

"no, no!" paimon stomps the air. "we need to know more about this now!"

lumine, albeit quiet, nods alongside the floating fairy. kaveh groans.

"you guys wouldn't get it... alhaitham like this isn't anything cool. if anything, he's even worse. to everyone except [name], of course."

"is he going to confess?" paimon asks. "how long has he liked [name]?"

"eventually, maybe. but he's a puny guy and he's afraid of rejection, and he can't tell if [name] likes him back. he's got all those brains for nothing," kaveh says, "and he's liked them for a while. since the akademiya, maybe...?"

"what do you mean maybe?!"

"i told you, i'm in high demand! i have better things to do than to worry about alhaitham's love life!"

"alhaitham's love life?" a bystander suddenly echoes. kaveh stiffens up immediately, his vermilion eyes growing wide with fear and shock.

"oh, yeah," lumine quickly interjects, "his love life with the books."

"haha, of course!" the bystander exclaims, believing the traveler without a second thought. "how is it possible for the acting grand sage to be any other way? he is wedded to those books, indeed!"

kaveh, lumine, and paimon all exchange knowing glances.

clearly they haven't seen alhaitham with you yet.

#genshin impact x reader #genshin x reader #genshin impact #genshin x gender neutral reader #genshin #alhaitham x reader #alhaitham #alhaitham x you #alhaitham x y/n #al haitham #al haitham x reader

[superkirbylover]

FINALLY!!! the VERY final refs for the ponified cast of pizza tower. everypony has the same name except for pizzahead, who's called pizzahoof. pizzahoof was also designed by @c0met-dr01d!! go check them out :]

under the cut is me rambling about their cutiemarks (or lack thereof) and other design choices

gustavo's cutiemark is a pizza with three mushroom toppings, because he's a chef, and earlier in pizza tower development, he was a gnome! this isn't the case anymore though, but i still like to think he is. that, and i just associate him with gnome forest, so it felt fitting. plus, i suppose it adds to the mario comparisons lmao

peppino's cutiemark is a pepperoni pizza alongside a pizzacutter. i know people are raising eyebrows at the pepperoni, but my excuse is... uhh, they're not actually pepperoni. it's like, some vegetarian alternative. probably made of flowers or some shit. the pizza is obvious, he's a chef and he cooka-da-pizza. the pizza cutter isn't just to hammer that in, but it's also a callback to the various times throughout pizza tower development where he used to have a pizza cutter buzz-saw! especially in pizza massacre

noise's cutiemark is a bomb with its fuse lit, because it represents his explosive personality and he often uses bombs. dude is wacky, unpredictable and can be a feral fucking thing. also something about acting, being a mascot or being in the showbiz somewhere in the mix. he has a tail, but it's just... in his suit. he's a dumbass

noisette's cutiemark is a ruby chocolate bar. she runs a cafe, and while she presumably has Really Weird Taste, i figured it would be a really cute fit for her. it's sweet, just like her! and pink. just like her!

fake peppino deliberately does not have a cutiemark. it's to add to the sense of "failed clone," where many aspects of peppino have been successfully recreated (body type, hair color, coat color, outfit, facial hair) but other small things have been muddled or changed by mistake (height, eyes not staying in their sockets, hair being more smooth looking, face shape). not to mention, he's made of dough, like his original clone counterpart. in the show, it's established that only ponies can have cutiemarks. while he looks like a pony, who's to say he really is one?

stick's cutiemark is that television hud you see when you have enough money to buy a boss gate in pizza tower. i chose this cause on top of being a tv, a reoccurring object throughout the game, it also has some modifications to make it more... stick-y. it has his hat and a propeller coming from the top, and if you know stick, that man likes to make shit, specifically to sell and make money. that's also why there's a money sign in the tv. stick has a tail stub but i never really draw it myself. he's completely bald. mind you, he still has his coat, but no mane, no tail. zilch. he's a bald motherfucker. also stick's magic color is green

pizzahoof also does not have a cutiemark. he's a fucking cheese pony, why would he need one? dude just exists to be silly and whimsical. giving him one i feel would go against his character of just being clownish, doing what he wants when he wants, regardless if it means others suffer because of him or not. also, he's MADE of CHEESE!!!

#ponified #pizza tower #mlpfim #peppino spaghetti #gustavo #the noise #noisette #fake peppino #mr stick #pizzahead #peppino #gustavo pizza tower #noise pizza tower #noisette pizza tower #pizzahoof #peppony #ponytower #mlp #my little pony #my little pony friendship is magic #sklart

[simpforfandom231]

marry me

Heeeey guuuuuyyyys!!!! sooo i'm going through shit but i can move my legs a bit already so that's good! i didn't wanna be gone too long soo here is a small one, forgive me if there is any mistakes, my mind is not the best now but hey I have courage to write again! -----------------------------------------------------------------------------

As the bustling streets of Brussels welcomed the onset of evening, Reneé Rapp, the charismatic star of the Snow Hard Feelings tour, strolled hand in hand with her girlfriend, Y/N. The air was alive with the aroma of freshly baked waffles and the sounds of laughter from nearby cafes. It was one of those rare moments of tranquility amidst the whirlwind of fame.

"Isn't this city just magical?" Reneé exclaimed, her eyes sparkling with excitement as they passed by a street performer juggling flaming batons.

Y/N smiled, her gaze drifting toward a nearby boutique. "Definitely! And look at that sweater in the window, it's so cool!"

Reneé followed Y/N's gaze, her interest piqued. "Oh, that does look amazing! Let's go check it out."

Hand in hand, they entered the boutique, the tinkling of the bell announcing their arrival. Y/N made a beeline for the sweater while Reneé browsed through the racks of clothes, occasionally pulling out a particularly outrageous item to show her girlfriend.

"This would look fabulous on you," Reneé teased, holding up a neon pink faux fur jacket.

Y/N chuckled, shaking her head. "I think I'll pass on that one, thanks."

Just as Y/N was admiring the intricate design of the sweater, a sharp voice pierced through the air.

"Hey, aren't you Reneé Rapp?" a young girl exclaimed, her eyes widening in disbelief as she recognized the famous singer.

Reneé grinned, her natural charm effortlessly taking over. "Guilty as charged! What's your name?"

Y/N rolled her eyes playfully, used to these impromptu fan encounters. She watched as Reneé chatted with the girl, signing an autograph and posing for a quick selfie.

Once the fan had left, Y/N sighed, her frustration bubbling to the surface. "Can't we just have one shopping trip without being interrupted?"

Reneé's expression softened, and she reached out to gently squeeze Y/N's hand. "I'm sorry, babe. I know it can be annoying."

Y/N managed a small smile, appreciating Reneé's understanding. "It's okay, I guess. Let's just focus on finding that sweater."

As they continued browsing, Reneé kept a watchful eye out for any more fans while trying to maintain a sense of normalcy for Y/N's sake. However, it seemed like fate had other plans.

"Reneé! Can I get a picture with you?" another voice called out, and before Reneé could respond, a group of excited fans swarmed around them, their cameras flashing incessantly.

Y/N sighed in resignation, exchanging amused glances with Reneé amidst the chaos. "Well, so much for a quiet shopping trip."

Reneé chuckled, her arm around Y/N's waist as they posed for yet another photo. "Looks like we're becoming quite the attraction here in Brussels."

Finally, after what felt like an eternity of photo ops and autographs, the crowd dispersed, leaving Reneé and Y/N with a newfound appreciation for the sanctuary of the boutique.

"Okay, let's make a deal," Reneé said with a mischievous glint in her eye. "If we manage to get through the rest of our shopping without any more interruptions, the sweater is all yours."

Y/N grinned, feeling a surge of determination. "You're on!"

With renewed determination, they dove back into their shopping spree, their laughter echoing through the boutique as they picked out outfits for each other and shared playful banter.

After what felt like hours of blissful uninterrupted shopping, they finally emerged from the boutique, Y/N proudly sporting her new sweater.

"Mission accomplished!" Reneé declared triumphantly, pressing a kiss to Y/N's cheek.

Y/N smiled, feeling a rush of gratitude for the woman by her side. Despite the challenges of fame, moments like these made it all worthwhile.

As the night descended upon Brussels, the vibrant energy of the city seemed to converge upon the grand concert venue where Reneé Rapp was set to perform. Y/N watched from the VIP section, her heart swelling with pride as she beheld her girlfriend commanding the stage with an electrifying presence.

Dressed in a glittering ensemble that shimmered under the stage lights, Reneé exuded an aura of confidence as she launched into her performance, the opening notes of "Not My Fault" sending ripples of excitement through the audience.

Y/N couldn't tear her eyes away as Reneé's voice filled the air, each lyric delivered with an intensity that seemed to speak directly to her soul. It was as if the entire world faded away, leaving only Reneé and the mesmerizing melody that enveloped them both.

Lost in the moment, Y/N felt a rush of emotion as Reneé's gaze seemed to lock onto hers, a knowing smile playing at the corners of her lips. It was a look that spoke volumes, a silent declaration of love amidst the sea of adoring fans.

But just as the song reached its crescendo, a sudden commotion broke out in the crowd. Y/N's heart leapt into her throat as she watched Reneé's expression shift from exhilaration to concern in an instant.

Without hesitation, Reneé halted the music, her voice cutting through the chaos as she called out to the distressed fan. "Hey, are you okay?"

Y/N strained to hear over the din of the crowd, her eyes darting anxiously as she searched for any sign of trouble.

"I-I think so," the fan stammered, her voice trembling with emotion as Reneé knelt beside her.

Reneé's brow furrowed with concern as she gently helped the fan to her feet. "Take deep breaths, okay? We're going to get you some help."

As Reneé called for the medical team to assist the fan, Y/N felt a swell of admiration for her girlfriend's selflessness. Despite the interruption to her performance, Reneé's priority remained clear: ensuring the safety and welfare of her audience.

With the fan in capable hands, Reneé turned back to the stage, her resolve unwavering. "I want to make sure everyone is safe before we continue," she announced, her voice resonating with authority.

The crowd erupted into applause, their admiration for Reneé evident in every cheer and applause. Y/N watched with a swelling heart as Reneé's leadership and compassion shone brightly in the face of adversity.

Finally, with the fan safely attended to, Reneé resumed her performance, her voice ringing out with renewed vigor. As the music filled the air once more, Y/N couldn't help but feel a surge of pride for the woman she loved, knowing that no obstacle could dim the brilliance of Reneé Rapp.

Amidst the cheers and applause, Y/N caught Reneé's eye once more, a silent exchange of love and gratitude passing between them. In that moment, amidst the chaos and uncertainty, they found solace in each other's unwavering support, a bond stronger than any challenge they faced.

Unbeknownst to the audience, it wasn't just any ordinary performance for Reneé Rapp—it was her and Y/N's four-year anniversary, a milestone they both cherished deeply.

In between songs, Reneé took a moment to engage with her adoring fans, her infectious smile lighting up the stage as she bantered with the audience.

"You all are amazing tonight!" Reneé exclaimed, her voice filled with genuine gratitude. "But you know what makes tonight even more special?"

The crowd murmured in curiosity, hanging on Reneé's every word as she leaned forward, her eyes sparkling with mischief.

"It's mine and Y/N's four-year anniversary!" Reneé announced, her excitement palpable. "And I thought, what better way to celebrate than with all of you?"

Cheers erupted throughout the venue, the audience sharing in Reneé's joy as she explained her plan.

"I want to sing a little bit of 'The Wedding Song' for Y/N," Reneé continued, her gaze sweeping over the crowd. "And I need your help to make it extra special. Are you with me?"

The response was deafening as the audience erupted into cheers and applause, eager to participate in the celebration.

With a smile that could light up the darkest of nights, Reneé invited Y/N onto the stage, her heart swelling with love as she took her girlfriend's hand in hers.

Y/N's cheeks flushed with excitement as she joined Reneé in the spotlight, her eyes never leaving her girlfriend's captivating gaze. As the music began to play, Y/N found herself entranced by the graceful movements of Reneé's body, each step a mesmerizing dance that spoke volumes of their love.

As they sang together, their voices blending in perfect harmony, Y/N couldn't help but feel a rush of desire coursing through her veins. Reneé's presence was intoxicating, her passion igniting a fire within Y/N's soul.

Lost in the moment, they swayed together to the rhythm of the music, their love shining brighter than any spotlight. And as the final notes of the song faded into the night, they shared a tender embrace, the applause of the audience washing over them like a warm embrace.

With tears of joy glistening in her eyes, Y/N whispered words of love and gratitude to Reneé, their bond stronger than ever as they celebrated their anniversary in the spotlight of their love. And amidst the cheers and applause, they knew that this moment would be etched in their hearts forever, a testament to the power of love to conquer all.

As the audience erupted into cheers and applause, Reneé's heart pounded with excitement and nervous anticipation. This was the moment she had been waiting for, the culmination of months of planning and a lifetime of love.

Stepping forward, Reneé took a deep breath, her eyes locked on Y/N's as she began her speech. "Y/N, from the moment I met you, my life changed in ways I never could have imagined. You've brought so much joy, laughter, and love into my world, and I am eternally grateful for every moment we've shared together."

A soft smile tugged at Y/N's lips as she listened, her eyes shining with emotion. She knew what was coming next, but that didn't make the moment any less thrilling.

"Every day with you is an adventure, a journey filled with laughter, tears, and everything in between," Reneé continued, her voice filled with sincerity. "You are my partner, my confidante, and my best friend, and I can't imagine facing this crazy world without you by my side."

The audience watched with bated breath as Reneé's speech reached its climax, the anticipation mounting with each passing moment. And then, with a flourish, Reneé dropped to one knee, a small velvet box in her hand.

"Y/N, will you do me the honor of being my wife?" Reneé asked, her voice filled with emotion as she looked up at Y/N with unwavering love and devotion.

Y/N's heart soared as she nodded eagerly, tears of joy welling up in her eyes. "Yes, Reneé, a million times yes!"

The crowd erupted into cheers and applause, their excitement filling the air as Reneé slipped the ring onto Y/N's finger, sealing their love with a promise of forever.

In that moment, surrounded by the people they loved most in the world, Reneé and Y/N knew that their journey together was just beginning. And as they embraced, their hearts overflowing with love and happiness, they couldn't wait to embark on the adventure of a lifetime, hand in hand, forevermore.

#fandom #fanfic #renee rapp #reneé rapp x reader #renee rapp x reader #renee rapp x fem!reader #reneé rapp x fem!reader

[daisydoesfanfics]

|Simple Things|

Neuvillette x fem!reader

Description: A domestic lifestyle is not something Neuvillette imagined himself to have, but he wouldn't trade it for anything.

Genre: Romance & fluff

Warnings: None (lowercase intended)

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the chief justice is a well-known figure, not only amongst those who live fontaine, but also internationally. he holds a reputation that he is quite proud of, especially since everyone sees him as an honest and reliable man. the name "neuvillette" never falls on deaf ears, instead turning heads rather quickly. neuvillette had always prioritized his job and his duty to protect his nation- nothing will change that. but that doesn't mean he does not have other desires or responsibilities.

because admist the quiet neighborhood, in the comfort of his home lives two people who hold a special place in the iudex's heart. his wife and his daughter, his two angels. he does everything in his power to come home at exactly 6:00 p.m. every night. the thought of seeing his beloved girls' smiles greeting him as he walks through the door is something he always looks forward to.

today is no different. he had finished his work early tonight and decided to surprise you and his daughter. he stopped by at the nearby cafe, picking up cinnamon rolls for you, a muffin for his little girl, and a slice of cake for himself. he pays for the sweets and bids the young girl at the counter a polite 'goodbye' as he exits the store and hurriedly walks home.

as he gets to the porch of your house, he reaches into his pocket, grabbing his keys and carefully unlocking the door. the moment he enters, the smell of dinner being made and the sound of laughter fills his senses. he smiles softly to himself as he hears his daughter's muffled voice. "honey, i'm home!" he calls out, walking over to the kitchen where he catches you singing a sweet tune to your daughter, her eyes sparkling up at you. neuvillette sneaks up behind you, his arms snaking around your waist as he presses a kiss on the side of your head. "hello, love." you turned to face him, wrapping your arms around his neck and pulling him in for a quick kiss. his smiles against your lips, his hands giving your waist a slight squeeze.

the moment was interrupted as your daughter lets out a loud sound of disgust, making the both of you laugh and pull away from each other. neuvillette lets go of his hold on you, walking over to the cheeky girl who sat on the kitchen counter. he effortlessly picked her up in his arms, giving her forehead a little peck. "fleur missed you a lot. she kept asking when you were coming home." you chuckled. "did she now?" he asked in a teasing tone. fleur nodded, giggling as she nuzzled her head into her father's chest. "i missed you too. both of you." neuvillette's voice was soft and tender, full of love. he turned to look at you, admiring the simple way you stirred the soup. something about the way you moved seemed so enchanting to him. you placed the ladle down, striding towards them. "i'm glad you're home." you whispered, staring into neuvillette's eyes. he moved fleur into his left arm, using his right to hold you by your shoulders, gently pulling you into an embrace.

no one saw this side of neuvillette. and he'd rather keep it that way. not because he was ashamed, but because only his family could make him feel this way. his life has been full of stress, hundreds of years of judgement. but when he's in your arms, everything seems to fade away. he never understood the way humans lived their lives. now he knows, and he also knows that there's no place he'd rather be than at home. he's aware of the fact that he'd outlive the both of you, eventually losing you both. so for now, as much as possible, he tries to live every minute to its fullest. and no matter how old he gets, his family will remain in his memories for eternity.

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A/N: Hi, yes I'm still alive and thriving. I have no idea why the end became slightly angsty tbh. And this is a bit short but I'm just indulging in my current Neuvillette fixation. This was also not proofread so sorry about that. I missed writing so much honestly. Quick side note, idk if dragons can have children with humans but let's just say they can☺️

#neuvilette x reader #neuvillette x reader #neuvilette genshin #neuvillette #genshin impact #fiction #fanfic #genshin impact x reader #fluff #neuvillette imagines #neuvillette fanfic

[ukrfeminism]

One morning in 2007, Frances Harper was taking a bath and listening to the local news on BBC Radio Suffolk when one story caught her attention. A young woman, Louise, was being interviewed about her life as a sex worker in Ipswich. “I couldn’t see how this interview was helping her situation at all,” says Harper, who was 60 at the time. “I got out of the bath and made some notes. I realised she needed a documentary to tell her story properly and I thought perhaps I could try to make it.”

Harper had never owned a video camera and had no idea how to shoot a film. She had spent the past four decades working in secretarial jobs, as well as raising her son and supporting her husband in his construction business. “I was busy but something was always missing,” she says. “Something I could do for myself.”

Armed with a sudden sense of purpose and without a current job to keep her occupied, Harper rushed out to buy a basic camera, read the manual and began looking up ways to contact Louise. The police wouldn’t share her details, but after finding the name of her solicitor in the local paper, she left a letter with the firm to be passed on. “Soon after, Louise phoned me and we decided to meet in a cafe in Ipswich,” Harper says. “I told her I’d like to make a documentary to share her story and help her. She agreed, and that was my entry into an entirely new world.”

Following Louise most days for weeks, Harper documented her life on the streets, her drug addiction and sex work, all while learning how to shoot and interview. “She told me that no one had motivated her or really cared about her life,” she says. “She was interested in art and history, so we went to galleries together and I even took her to an afternoon tea – all things she’d never done before. We spent a lot of time together because I had the time to spare.”

The more Harper got to know Louise, the more concerned she became about her life and especially her living situation. “She was basically sleeping in an electrical cupboard on the streets of Ipswich,” she says. “I started booking her into bed and breakfasts to keep her off the streets. It really showed me how lucky I had been. It’s changed my thinking ever since.”

Once she had enough footage, Harper put together a taster of the film and contacted the local BBC News office in Norwich. The idea of an older Ipswich resident befriending a young sex worker and producing a film was so unusual that Harper was invited to a meeting and commissioned to shoot a half-hour special for BBC East, which aired in February 2008. “I couldn’t believe that Louise’s story would be out there,” she says. “I hadn’t told too many people about it so my friends were shocked when it came out. Once it did, I also managed to battle with the council to finally get Louise a proper flat.”

Sixteen years later, Harper, 76, is fully immersed in film-making. After her experience with Louise, she became interested in the world of drug addiction and produced a film for Sky, which was narrated by Davina McCall and followed two mothers coping with the impact of their sons’ drug abuse. She has also completed a commercial film for the seaside town of Southwold and a charity short for an emergency response service. She is now working on a series about women in horticulture as well as a film about the life of female fighter pilots.

“I just can’t stop,” she says. “It really feels like I’ve found my calling. I get ideas all the time, although I can’t make all of them because I fund my own projects and it’s hard to come by funding for older people.”

But age does have some advantages. “I think people are more inclined to be polite around me because I’m older,” she says. “I’ve also gained newfound confidence through this work. I didn’t know whether I’d achieve anything but I just kept going. I weaved around the obstacles in my way.”

As well as changing her life, Harper has recently learned how her films have had a profound impact on other people too. “Louise contacted me last year and we just carried on talking as if no time had passed,” she says. “She told me: ‘You were the only person who believed in me.’ It made that decision to pick up the camera completely worth it.”

You can watch Harper’s films via the link below:

#Articles #Sex industry #community

[orchidyoonkook]

To What We Were Before, And All The Things After | JJK | Ch. 5

Title: Shocking Announcements and Camouflaged Explanations

Pairing: Prince!College Student!JK x Fine Arts Major!(F)!Reader

Series Rating//Genre: (M) | College AU, Mild Royalty AU, Smut, Angst, Fluff, S2F2L, Indiffernce to lovers, sloooowwww ass burn

Summary: I'm sorry the prince is dating WHO?

Warnings: PG16, swearing, drinking, pining, angsssttttttttt, Jk has a lot of feelings, and so does Reader. Yuri being Yuri. Adaline being Adaline. TOUCH of fluff.

Word Count: 6,006

Release Date: October 20, 2023, 2:00PM

A/N 1: brain mush. finally out. Thank you for understanding. Already working on 6.

Series: Chapter One | Chapter Two | Chapter Three | Chapter Four

It’s 2:30pm on the Wednesday before fall reading week. 

Saturday’s looking so beautiful. Sunny skies and comfortable temperatures. 

It’s 2:30pm on the Wednesday before the Friday you get to see Nel for the first time since August. 

And by god you can’t wait. You’re counting the days, minutes and seconds till he’s in front of you again. 

But it’s also 2:30pm on the Wednesday after you mysteriously woke up in your bed after movie night.  And that thought alone has been in the back of your mind since you opened your eyes Monday morning. 

You’d thought about asking Jungkook what happened, but also didn’t think you could face the mortification if his answer was the one you almost 100% knew it was going to be. Hell, you could already feel the nose dive your stomach would make towards pavement the second you got confirmation. 

So instead, like any other rational person, you shelved it away in the back corner of your brain. Far, far back, hopefully being covered with dirt and cobwebs and lint as the days pass on. 

Though you have a nagging feeling that someone or something keeps dusting—anyways, there are much more important things to be focusing on. 

Currently at the greenhouse cafe, you’re sipping on hot chocolate and painting this week's florals on a canvas almost half the size of you. Perched onto an easel, a bunch of sunflowers is beginning to take shape when your phone dings so many times you're worried someone’s dead. 

Dropping your brush, you scoop it up from its place on the edge of the table, only to see a series of texts from Yuri, and you loose a worried breath.

Her contact name is the same from when you two went to a party the first night of freshman year. While you were sipping from your first and only drink that night, Yuri was sloshed out her mind and slurring her words. And thus, SlurryYuri was born.

She whines every time she sees you still haven’t changed it. You were never going to, of course.

SlurryYuri [2:32pm]: BITCH

Oh, here we go. 

SlurryYuri [2:33pm]: YOU WILL NEVER GUESS WHO WENT SOCIAL MEDIA OFFICIAL TODAY SlurryYuri [2:33pm]: BABE ANSWER SlurryYuri [2:33pm]: ANSWER ANSWER ANSWERRRRR SlurryYuri [2:34pm]: YNNNNNNNN

You [2:34pm]: Take a breath why dont you

SlurryYuri [2:34pm]: FINALLY.  SlurryYuri [2:34pm]: By the gods YN…  SlurryYuri [2:35pm]: ANYWAY SlurryYuri [2:35pm]: JUNGKOOK SlurryYuri [2:35pm]: as in PRINCE Jungkook SlurryYuri [2:36pm]: is dating ADALINE. SlurryYuri [2:36pm]: as in #1 ENEMY OF THE STATE EVIL BITCH ADALINE.

You spit out what was left of the hot chocolate in your mouth. 

Thankfully, you had some of your mind about you and managed not to ruin your painting by turning your head…couldn’t say the same for the cafe wall though. Rustic brick now splattered with a lovely, Pollock-esque spray of brown.

Oops.

But Jungkook and…Adaline? That doesn’t make any sense whatsoever.

He hasn’t mentioned anything about this to you. You speak to him every day, see him almost every day, and nothing? Not a peep? A morsel? A hint? Nothing?

Maybe you two aren’t as close as you thought you were.

To be fair, you didn’t tell him about Nel. And now that you think about it, you haven’t seen or heard much from Jungkook since Sunday, which is unusual. He’s normally stuffing your inbox full of messages as the sun rises and sets, yet he’s sent maybe two a day since then.

You thought he was just busy with schoolwork.

Spiraling, you can’t help but wonder how long they’ve been seeing one another. How long he’s kept this little secret—not that it’s any of your business anyway, but he’s always seemed so open with you, with just about everything. So the fact that he kept this from you? What does that say? 

Does he think you’d react like any other girl? That you would scream and cry and mourn and tell him he’s making a mistake, that you’re his true love? Like Adaline would if he weren’t dating her? 

As if! And he knows that.

He knows that…right?

Doesn’t matter. Yes it does. No it doesn’t. 

Ugh! Whatever!

Does he even know who Adaline really is? Or does she put on a mask in front of him too, like she does everyone else. She must because now you wonder how he could even possibly like someone like her, knowing…well her! 

Bitchiness and duchess-ness aside, you and Adaline are incredibly similar, and Jungkook has never had any interest in you whatsoever, thank god. You and Adaline are both fine arts majors, both top of your class, talented, driven. You both work tirelessly for what you want, and don’t let others get in your way to success. Though only one of you will cheat if you have too, morals be damned. You both want your lives to yourself, to make your own path, to be trailblazers in your chosen fields.  

That kind of woman doesn’t seem like Jungkook's type. 

He needs someone who will follow him, and allow him to lead the nation. Someone who is okay submitting to him and his needs for the good of the people and the betterment of the Western Shores. He needs a politically inclined cheerleader, for lack of better phrasing. And that isn’t Adaline at all…or you, if you're still putting yourself in this conversation, which you’re not.  

Also, wasn’t it a rule that princes could only marry princesses? Or was it that nice, genuine people shouldn’t end up with assholes who use and abuse those around them for social status and power? And isn’t that a thing for him too—that he hates when people use him for his name?

So how could he go for her? You can’t fathom a goddamn reason as to why—

Ah…Well.

You can, but you hate it. 

Adaline is beautiful, and while no, not a princess, she does have a title the prince can be seen with in public without ridicule, friend or more than. Someone who wouldn’t be looked at like a charity case or a flavour of the week. Someone who’s used to the media. Adaline doesn’t have to hide from them. Isn’t scared to be seen by them with him. It wouldn’t ruin her future. It’ll only add to i—Wait.

Holy shit.

Adaline comes from one of the most influential families on the Eastern Shores. One with a lot of political power. Like, best friends with the Queen of the Eastern Shores, political power. Though she was only ever graced with sons. Adaline’s probably the closest thing she has to a daughter.

A marriage between Jungkook and Adaline could potentially unify the two sides again. 

Jungkook and Adaline could re-unite the East and West after centuries of war and separation, and current amicable co-existence.

Now that’s a reason he would date her. to become power couple of the century.

The next step in history. 

The whole idea of them makes more and more sense the more you think about it. Adaline, darling of the East marrying the future King of the West. And your stomach curls in on itself. 

Just because it makes sense doesn’t mean you have to like it. 

And you pray to whatever god or gods there are in this universe that he keeps her away from you and out of your conversations. Jungkook’s relationship isn’t any of your business, nor your interest, but you don’t know how well you’d be able to keep your mouth shut about her if he asks anything. 

You know he likes that you’re honest. That you don’t hide things from him others would just to please him. But at what point do you put that aside to keep the peace in an otherwise very comfortable and still blossoming friendship? At what point does honesty become an obstacle rather than a building block?

You know that if Jungkook ever meets Nel and happens not to like him he would keep his mouth shut, mostly. Hopefully. He may give you a hard time but that’s just him. Jungkook knows your relationship is important to you, that it and Nel, make you happy. He would respect that.

So again, who are you to speak ill of the person he’s chosen for himself? Maybe he knows something you don’t, sees something in her that you haven’t.

Just…Why did it have to be Adaline?

He could have anyone, anyone—on campus, in the West, the East, for the love of god, he could have anyone in the entire ass realm he wants! It’s easy to forget when he speaks with his mouth full, dresses in baggy, comfy clothes, and whines about movie choices, but Jungkook is still Prince of the Western Shores. 

He’s still the most eligible bachelor on the continent.  

Yet somehow he chose the one person you can’t stand to be within 1000 feet of. He chose the one person you never thought he would’ve liked for himself because underneath everything, she is everything he claims to hate. 

He chose Adaline Dupree. 

So yeah, you wonder why he hid it from you. Why he felt like he couldn’t tell you. Sure, you hated her, but he doesn’t know that. Probably.

Maybe his love life is something he keeps private? Everyone has that right, and maybe that’s what he’s used to doing due to his every choice being splashed on every news and media outlet there is. 

You roll your eyes. Merciless vultures. 

So maybe he’s not used to sharing this side of himself with others. Maybe that’s why he didn’t tell you anything. 

And with all of this chaos now flitting around your brain, you failed to notice the little slice of pain behind your sternum the more they ricochet around up there. You’re hurt. 

You didn’t expect it to hurt. 

Out of everything you could feel about this: confusion, anger, exasperation, annoyance, you don’t feel any of them. You just feel upset that he didn’t come to you about it. Didn’t feel like he could discuss it with you. 

You are the person your friends—old and new—come to talk to. Always have been. You’re the one who has the rational, well thought out advice. The common sense distributor. The one sought out to help, regardless of the situation. 

And you love it. You love that you’re able to help your friends. Love that they trust you with such things. That you’re the person they seek assistance and guidance from. The ear they bounce their thoughts off of. You’ve always been told you have ‘knowledge beyond your years’ as your mother says. You take pride in that. It gives your life that much more meaning. 

So even though you don’t want to, and know you shouldn’t, because it has nothing to do with you and you know that…you’re taking this as somewhat of a personal blow. 

Maybe you’re losing your touch. You hope not.

But, you need to react like you normally would. Like you still hate the prince for how he humiliated Yuri, just like she hates Adaline for you. Solidarity between best friends, even if it’s fake.

Come on YN you got this, you think to yourself.

You [2:40pm]: I almost feel sorry for him. After how he treated you tho? They deserve each other

No they don’t, no they don’t, no they don’t. 

He deserves so much better.

SlurryYuri [2:40pm]: I’m just surprised he went for her tbh SlurryYuri [2:41pm]:  isnt she like a total bitch? To you at least?  SlurryYuri [2:41pm]: like just knowing what I do from the tiny bit of time I spent with him, she doesn’t really seem to be his type

Vindication!

You [2:42pm]: uh yeah, like 100% yes. Shes a rich party girl who doesnt know the word punishment, always gets what she wants, regardless if she works for it or not. And takes it when she especially doesnt deserve it You [2:43pm]: probably explains how she got him 🙄

Vivian pops outside to check in, and takes the couple steps to reach your table, some napkins and a large cup of water in hand.

“Hey! Are you okay? I saw that spit take and one; wow, that was impressive. But two; is everything alright?” she asks, passing you the napkins. The water gets thrown on the wall to wash off the splatter.

You wipe up your chin and remnants of projected hot chocolate on the table.

“Sorry, thank you. Yes, I’m fine,” you lie easily. A little scared of how easy it’s becoming. “I just learned some really shocking news is all. I shouldn’t have read it with a full mouth.”

“Oh! That makes sense. I hope whatever it is turns out fine.” 

“Thanks, me too.” 

You know Vivian means well, but she doesn’t know that that is the very last thing you want. You want Adaline’s corruptive, cutthroat, cruel nature away from Jungkook. 

But is he just Jungkook anymore?  

You’ve spent enough time together to consider him a friend, a close friend even. You’ve grown to care for him, platonically, similar to the way you do Yuri. And the fact that you want Adaline as far away from him as she can get so he doesn't go through whatever shit she’ll inevitably get him wrapped up in, definitely says something.

Adaline loves many things—art, fashion, publicity—but the thing she likes better than anything else? 

Attention.

She thrives on it. The more eyes on her the better. She’s a ‘there’s no such thing as bad press’ type, and you worry what that means for him.

Especially now that she’s taken them public—because you know it was her that did it, he would have never—and she’s going to be the hottest topic in all of the newest news cycles. 

Say they’ve been seeing one another since the beginning of the school year? Just a guess, but a likely correct one—you shiver at the thought. That’s less than seven weeks to get to know one another before camera crews and reporters start breathing down their necks. They’ll ask and comment on everything you thought you might go through at one point. But unlike you, Adaline will face it head on with a smile and win them over. Gladly welcome them with open arms.

Because exactly like Jungkook fears with everyone new, she desires everything a relationship with him would give her. 

Status, fame, power, wealth, brand sponsorships, popularity, jealousy, people wishing they could be her. You couldn’t build a better trap to lure her into if you tried. 

Jungkook is potentially unknowingly feeding her already enormous ego simply by publicly dating her. And it dawns on you that your classes with her are going to become even more insufferable.

Great. 

You don’t even know if she’s going to care that she has him. As wonderful, kind and talented as Jungkook is, you have a very good sense that she’ll be just like rest; happy to receive what he can give her, and not a damn to be given about him.

So now you worry. You worry for him and for his safety and for his feelings.

Because that’s what friends do. 

Right?

“Hey.”

You look up to see Jungkook rounding the back corner to the cafe, backpack slung over a shoulder, mask, hat and hoodie all too familiar. You’d be able to spot him a mile away now, it’s all in his posture and eyes. 

Maybe he should invest in some sunglasses. 

And slouch.

You’re elbows deep in yellow and brown paint from the sunflowers that now fill the canvas in front of you. You’ve been experimenting with texture, oil paint thicker in some places to give off a more 3D effect. Stripes of green carved into the medium by the edge of a long palette knife mimic stems, and fat leaves placed with precision also riddle the cloth. 

As he nears, you try your best not to come off as upset, pissed off or worried when you reply.

“Hey,” you fail miserably, sounding exactly like you’re all kinds of upset, and pissed off, and worried. 

Shit.

Like always, he notices immediately.

“Everything okay?” he’s taking his spot at the table beside you, the one that seats four, having abandoned his original one weeks ago. 

You two both found yourselves here so frequently that over time, he started sitting next to you without asking. Always in the same spots. Always side by side. Him at the closest chair to you, you at the same one you always have.

Sure, you two shared movie nights and fun messages, you talk everyday and pretty much talk about whatever you want. But when it comes to academics, he knows he has to tread water a little differently around you. He can’t constantly start conversations the way he would at movie night when you’re at the greenhouse cafe. You’re here to work and to study, and if he wants to be there too, he has to respect that about you, and know not to take it personally. 

So you work together in comfortable silence most of the time, occasionally breaking it to have a conversation, get snacks, or pose for one another’s homework. It’s become another routine you share, an unspoken agreement that when you were both there at the same time, you worked together. 

And you haven’t minded since that first time. The one when you decided to say yes to your friendship. 

You welcome it. Welcome him. His presence. 

Company’s nice to have when it’s wanted. 

When it’s him.

And whether you know it or not, you seem to work better when you are in each other's immediate orbit. You work better when he works alongside you, able to focus better due to body doubling and  to have a second opinion at the ready when you need it. Just like he worked better when you worked alongside him, a willing model any time he needed, and an open ear when he wanted to work something out.  

You two just work. And because of this, he also picks up when something isn’t quite right with the atmosphere you two have created. 

Play it off YN.

“Yeah, just focused. Sorry.”

He doesn’t believe you for a second. When you focus you have a very distinct look on your face, eyes clearer, an eyebrow constantly quirked in self reflection, and that isn’t the one you have on right now. 

But he lets it slide. For now. Somethings up with you, and he knows better than to push you before you’re ready.

“That’s okay. I’m running in, need anything?”

“I’m good, thanks,” you go back to painting, barely acknowledging him and shutting out the outside world. 

Yeah, something’s definitely up.

You’re ignoring him so hard you don’t notice Jungkook lifting your hot chocolate just enough to feel it’s empty. 

Vivian’s behind the counter as he enters and takes off his mask to flash her a wide smile.

“Hey Vivian, how are you today?”

She blushes like she does every time he comes in, hands slowing in their task. 

“Hey JK, I’m good. You?” He had to ask her about a hundred times to drop the ‘your highnesses,’ ‘you majesty’s,’ and ‘prince’s.’ Telling her it really was okay, and that no, she wasn’t going to get in trouble for it. It took her some time, but eventually she came around and it’s made his experience here so much better. So much more normal.

She’d settled on JK because ‘it makes me feel like I’m listening to what you want while also not feeling guilty and weird about calling you Jungkook without the prince part.’

He could work with that logic.

“I’m alright, could I get my usual and a hot chocolate for YN? With a little extra secret ingredient if you're so inclined?” You shared the not so secret stash secret with Jungkook about a week after you said yes.  “She seems upset. Have you noticed anything off lately? Has she said anything to you?”

Jungkook peruses the pastry display while Vivian starts on his drink.

“Not really, she did a wicked spit take earlier about some news her friend told her, but said she was fine, just surprised. Besides that, focused maybe? Or maybe the opposite of that and a little distracted?” She thinks for a second. “Does she have an exam coming up that you know about? She gets a little weird before those.”

He knows exactly what’s meant by that. Witnessed it himself, bunny slippers and all.

But no, you don’t. Your midterms aren’t until the first week of November, nearly two weeks away. You started studying for them last week.

He spots egg tarts in the back corner of the pastry display, hiding. Perfect.

“I don’t think that’s it, but thanks though. I’ll get it out of her eventually, especially if I have one of those egg tarts to butter her up first,” he says in a questioning tone to ask for one while pointing at them.

Vivian smiles a knowing smile. He wants to know what it means because she’s worn it around him for a while now, and he’s half tempted to ask at this point. 

“I think that could be arranged.”

Jungkook pays and heads to your tables again. You’re still locked into your own world of colour and canvas. He subtly sets down the hot chocolate and bagged tart so that you won’t notice until you pop the bubble you’re in.

Halfway through a business assignment he hears your surprise. The weird look on your face finally breaking, a grateful one taking its place as you peek at him.

A soft, genuine, “thank you,” finds his ears as your lips meet lid, and you can’t meet his eye. He knows you often forget to drink or eat when you’re in the zone. 

Maybe now with a warm drink and some goodies in your belly, you’re willing to talk about it.

“You sure everything’s okay?” he asks again.

Your deep sigh and unfocused gaze says enough to him. 

You are willing to talk.

Quietly, almost ashamed sounding, you ask, “Why didn't you tell me about her?”

Her? 

Oh.

Oh… 

You meant Adaline. Why hadn’t he told you about Adaline. 

“Why did I find out an hour ago from Yuri screaming at me through text messages and not from you? Is it something you’re private about? Do you not trust me?”

The truth was that he was hoping to keep it under wraps for a bit longer, actually, hoping you never found out so he wouldn’t have to explain the reason why. 

He still doesn’t have too, and he won’t. Not the real reason.

He won’t ruin things. He can’t.

But he also should have known better. Should have known that not telling you would hurt you instead. Of course he trusted you.

You talk everyday, sometimes for hours, sometimes just to check in. You hang out during the week, whether it be at the cafe like you are right now, or for Sunday movie night. 

Six weeks isn’t a long time, but it was plenty when he thinks about how much time you two have already spent together, how much you’ve gotten to know one another. 

How comfortable you are in each other’s presence. 

Six weeks isn’t a long time, but it feels like you’ve always been there with him, listening, cheering, supporting.

Six weeks isn't a long time, and yet it feels like it’s been forever.

Of course you’re hurt he didn’t tell you. So he doesn’t lie to you, but he also doesn’t tell you the full truth.

“Oh…uh, that.” He rubs a hand at the nape of his neck. “That just kind of happened recently actually, like Monday recently. My father’s been really pressuring me to find someone to court,” and I couldn’t go with my first choice. “So I did.”

“And you went with Adaline?” You ask carefully.

“Uh, yeah? Is there something wrong with her?”

Adaline isn’t his first, second or tenth choice. She's his father’s choice. Might as well appease him and at least try with this girl. It’s going…fine, so far. 

Adaline wanted to make it social media official as soon as possible, wanted what he could give her, like everyone else. Like he expected. And so he willingly suffered through a photo session where she staged everything to make it look perfectly unposed and natural. Even though none of it was. 

She’d told him to put his arms around her waist and kiss her forehead, and it worked. The picture wasn’t bad, they both looked great. But he hated it anyway. It wasn't a spur of the moment decision, or sincere. It wasn’t a picture of two fools drunk on love, wanting to capture something beautiful for their future selves to look back on to reminisce over.

It was an uncomfortable hour and a half of touching and kissing a complete stranger, and it is the complete opposite of what he wants in a relationship. 

He wants genuine and carefree and candid. He wants honest, true feelings and social media posts saved for anniversaries and birthdays instead of using them as a mini documentary of every part of his life through pictures. 

He wants shitty birthday cakes made from scratch, and blurry polaroid pictures of kisses in the rain to put in his wallet when he’s away from them. He wants silly nicknames and inside jokes no one else will understand. 

He wants midnight walks hand in hand under moonlight and quirky habits he picks up from them. He wants pictures of precious moments and holidays celebrated between just the two of you and movie nights under blanket forts with popcorn and hot chocolate and egg tarts. 

He wants real.

He wants authentic. 

He wants love.

Not some staged artificial bullshit for an online presence that means nothing once you’re dead. 

But this is new and exciting for Adaline. He understands that a relationship with him is a very big deal, that she’s not used to it yet, and that it hasn’t been nearly long enough for him to see the true her yet. 

It’s only been 44 hours. Not that he’s counting.

So he’s going to give her some time, and have some faith that maybe she shows him that side of herself if it exists. He doesn't think she's going to change all that much for several reasons, the first being her enormous reputation, and the second being that she’s a politician's daughter, but he’s going to at least try. The way he hopes she will.

And if nothing does change, and she stays the exact same, at least she’s pretty enough to distract him. 

He knows that’s not the most mature or princely thing to do or think. In fact, he knows it’s quite asshole-ish of him, but if Adaline’s going to openly use him for her own personal gain, why shouldn’t he be able to use her just a little bit too? 

She isn’t unfamiliar with political relationships, having been born from one, so he doesn’t think she would be against it either. And it’s not like he’ll be mistreating her, quite the opposite in fact.

He’ll shower her with expensive gifts and happily take however many pictures she wants. He’ll smother her in physical affection and get or do whatever she needs in order to make her happy. 

Because as much as she clearly wants this relationship with him for whatever reason, he desperately needs it more with every passing day. He needs somewhere to put everything he’s feeling. And if that happens to be in a beautiful woman his father approves of who he could possibly, eventually grow feelings for? It’s a win-win in his book.

But at the same time, sometimes he really hates the shit he has to navigate in his Royal Life.

While Jungkook is caught in his thought spiral, you bite your tongue. Like actually bite your tongue. 

Don’t say shit Y/N. 

Don't say anything.

It’s not your business. What they have together and what’s between you and Adaline are completely separate, unrelated things. One’s a rivalry and one's a relationship. Those are not the same. 

At. All. 

So, still untrusting of your mouth, you shake your head and dodge his question by changing the direction of the conversation.

“Why did you go public so quickly?” you ask, feeling like it’s the safest question you can muster. “It’s literally only been two days.”

He shrugs. “She wanted to, and I didn’t say no.”

“Courseshedid,” you mutter under your breath. That should’ve been red flag number one. Two days? Who goes social media official after two days!?

“What?”

“Nothing,” you try your best to give him the closest thing to a smile you can currently muster, forcibly removing any acid from every word. “I hope she makes you happy.”

He doesn’t tell you she was hand picked by the king for him.

That at twenty-four, he still isn’t pulling all of his own strings. It’s pathetic.

“Me too.” 

He hopes she’ll help more than anything. Even if it’s just for a little while. “I’ve never been in a public relationship before. But the kingdom and my father seem to like her, so I’m sure I will too, with time.” 

It takes all of your focus not to roll your eyes.

Of course they do. Of course the King already likes her, she’s got the attitude and knowledge for politics, so she’s perfect! Strong potential to be the heartless, ruthless Queen to what you already know will be Jungkook's kind and giving King. 

Great! Just great. That’s just…great…

Maybe you’re biased. Maybe there’s something in her that you can’t see because of your past with her. 

Maybe they really are perfect for one another and you just refuse to see it. Opposites attract, isn’t that what they say? Well Jungkook and Adaline couldn’t be more opposite of one another.

So you decide that you won’t let your personal feelings get in the way. That you’ll keep the peace and support his choice, regardless of your opinion of her, even if you hate his choice. 

And you really hate his choice.

“I have no doubt.”

The seat heater in the car you rented to pick Nel up from the airport keeps your tush toasty while you drive. 

Friday night has never felt so exciting!

You can barely sit still, the leg not pressing the pedals won’t stop bouncing and you have to sit on your hands at stop lights to try and keep calm.

God you missed him, it's only been two months since you last saw him, and yet it feels like forever. 

You have the piece of printer paper with ‘Smoosh’ printed on it in the biggest font you could have horizontally. It’s something you do every year, and every year it never fails to bring the biggest smile to Nel’s face when you wave it wildly the second you see him.

Pulling up to the terminal you keep your eyes peeled for the first parking spot you can find. Never an easy feat at this particular airport but you manage to find one somewhere in the J lot under section 1, whatever that meant. All you care about right now is that you’re decently close to the doors as you grab your phone, bag, sign, and that you’re perfectly on time.

Entering through sliding doors, you find the waiting area mostly empty, so you pick the best place to sit as you wait for his flight to land: dead center and up front. 

You can’t wait. Just a few more minutes and you’ll see him. 

You can’t wait. You can’t wait. You can't wait!

Your phone dings and you jump at it, looking for the ‘I’ve landed’ text from Nel, but it’s not from Nel.

It’s from Jungkook.

Me [10:42pm]: See you in a week. I hope you enjoy your time with Nel.

That sounds okay, right? It sounds neutral? Safe?

Like he hasn’t been dreading this week since that day you told him about it?

Jungkook hopes so. Because he wants you to enjoy your week off.

Your week off with Nel. 

And not him. 

That’s normal, he has to remind himself. That he’s not anyone particularly special to you, just a friend. Not someone you would go out of your way for to spend all your free time with over break. Not even for two hours on Sunday nights.

Just a regular, average, nothing important about him…

Friend. 

He doesn’t want to feel like this. Doesn’t want to have all of these… whatever these feelings are, about and for you.

He really doesn’t want to. But more than that, he can’t. 

He can’t have any sort of non-platonic feelings for the first person who didn’t give a shit about who he was. For the person who makes him feel more like himself than anyone else. 

For the person who has a boyfriend. 

For the person who isn’t his girlfriend.

For the person who’s you.

But he can’t fucking help it!

So he’s been shoving them down, down, down. So far down that he’s able to function around you. 

Because it’s you. 

You’re kind, and caring. Talented, beautiful, giving. Driven, smart. You respect what he asks for and what he wants for himself, not because he's the Prince demanding, but because it's him—because it’s Jungkook—that asks you, and you liste–

No! Stop it. He can’t. He can’t!

Stop, stop, stop—

You have Nel! 5 years in, loving, loyal boyfriend, probably soon to be more after graduation, Nel.

It’s expected that you would spend what little time off you have with the boyfriend you barely get to see, wouldn’t it? Makes sense that every second you have, is saved for him? 

For being happy with who makes you happy? 

Jungkook wants to see you happy. And Nel makes you happier than he’s ever seen you before, so he can’t be too upset with the guy, even though he wants to be. He wants to hate him. But how could he hate someone that gave you the smile that completely shatters his heart. 

Picasso [10:43pm]: Thanks! I will. See you soon😊

With a broken smile, he turns his phone off and puts it in his pocket.

He’s up against a wall, red cup in his hand filled with something that he’s barely touched yet, trying not to be too noticeable.

Adaline’s dragged him to some party on campus he really doesn't care about. But she said it would be good to be seen out together now that things are official. 

Out in the open, for everyone to see. For everyone to talk about.

So he went, because she asked him to. 

And now he’s regretting it. The music is shit, the people smell and everything he touches is damp or sweaty. This isn’t a part of the university experience he ever intended on participating in, but here he is. 

Adaline appears from the crowd, walking over to where he stands, a cup of her own in one hand and the other finding its way to his neck. 

One thing Jungkook’s glad for is the alcohol. Something to help his racing thoughts, pounding heart, and roiling gut. Something to drown out the world. Even if he’s only had two gulps so far. 

More, then. 

Taking a hefty swig he revels in the burn that crawls down his throat. It feels good, it makes him feel less. So he takes another one and another, and then pours his turmoiled feelings about you and Nel into Adaline’s lips. Shoving them down, further and further, until it’s like they were never even there in the first place.

The only thing that's there now is the fire in his stomach, Adaline, and her cherry flavoured lip gloss.

Chapter Six: Eastern Arrivals and Unwanted Doubt

A/N 2: I'm so sorry this took for literal ever. I never intend on taking forever but unfortunately real life gets in the way and I'm left with no creative energy to output writing I'm proud of.

A/N 3: As always, Thank you for reading, loves. Xoxo - Yoon <3

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Perfect Blend

Synopsis: It was the weeks leading up to finals at your university, which meant everyone and anyone were stressed out. Due to this panic, you were not able to book a study room and instead decided to do so at a cozy cafe down the street from where you lived. Which seemed like a great idea and saved you gas; however, for some reason your server is always the same sarcastic taunting man, Scaramouche. You're not quite sure why he won’t leave you alone or how he takes long breaks just to talk to you. Or how he brings you drinks and desserts for free—it's all a mystery, just like him.

A/N: In honor of Scaramouche's birthday <3

Packed. All Packed. All the study rooms in your university’s library were packed. You knew you should’ve woken up an hour earlier to ensure your spot in a room, but no, you were too tired from doing homework from the night before. This was a huge pain. I mean, where were you going to study if not in a study room? It’s not like you couldn’t study elsewhere, like in your room or other parts of the university, but those specific university study rooms gave you so much energy to get stuff done that you doubt you would be able to replicate the success you had elsewhere. Feeling defeated, you just decided to go on with your day while thinking of potential study places.

With no solution found, you walked out of the university, making your way to your apartment, still with a sense of defeat. You stopped at the crosswalk when you saw a white-haired girl drop her groceries. Feeling a sense of familiarity, you rushed over and helped the girl get up and pick up her groceries. Once she was back on her feet, she turned around with wide eyes and spoke.

“Y/N, it's you!”

“Nahida? What are you doing here?”

It was Nahida. She was a family friend and had been there for many fundamental points in your life. You wondered what she was doing here, near your apartment, since she lived elsewhere. “I’m dropping off groceries for my nephew. He works at a cafe and was not sure when his shift would end to buy some, so here I am to deliver.

She smiled brightly. She’s always so radiant in everything she says and does.

“I didn’t know you had a nephew.”

“It’s a recent thing.”

She said it shyly but with a smile. Looking at it now, Nahida has always had many amazing traits, one of the most prevalent being her infinite kindness and wisdom. Which gave you an idea in your head of what to ask the girl.

“Nahida, do you have any recommendations for study places? Preferably one that will cause motivation."

“Yes, I do! There are some cafes in other areas of town that would do the trick, but the one I most prefer is the 6wirl Cafe. It’s right by your apartment street, so it's easily accessible. It’s also where my nephew works. You should check it out. In fact, you should take this to him.”

She then passed the groceries over to you and gave you a warm smile before walking off in the opposite direction, leaving you dumbfounded and confused.

You then, with the groceries in hand, walked over to near your apartment, looking intently for the cafe. Finally, you saw it, with the name “6wirl Cafe.” What an odd name. Well, no going back now, so you walked into the cafe. It was a cozy cafe, with books all over the shelves and seat cushions ranging from green to blue. There were chairs and different-style bean bags in certain areas, and the cafe also had a section where booths were separated from others, giving one proper study time in a closed area. It was perfect for you. You were ready to dive in—well, until you remembered about the groceries. You needed to give these to her nephew, but who was he? Not knowing the best course of action, you decided to walk up to the register and ask the cashier.

“Hello, welcome to 6wirl Cafe! How may I assist you?

He had a casual, whatever-or-no tone. The man also had burgundy hair, whose bangs were pulled back by a black headband. Along with that, he had olive-green eyes with a mole under each. He was wearing a white shirt with khaki pants and a 6wirl apron over his shirt.

“Hello, this sounds odd, but I was wondering if any of your workers know someone named Nahida. She asked me to give this to her nephew, but I have no idea who that is.”

“OH. I know who you're talking about.”

The man had a beaming smile and turned back, shouting for the nephew.

“SCARAMOUCHE! You have a visitor—an interesting one, I might add.”

After a few seconds, Nahida’s nephew came in. He was beautiful—maybe the most beautiful person you’ve ever seen. He had indigo hair that reached up to his ears, which matched his dazzling indigo eyes. He wore a bit of red eyeliner under his eyes and the same outfit the man you spoke to before had.

“What is it, Heizou? You know I don’t like to be bothered on my break.”

He seemed annoyed.

“This lovely lady was looking for you and has a gift for you from your aunt.”

The Indigo-haired man then turned his head in your direction and proceeded to walk over to you. You would be lying if you said this man didn’t make you nervous. He then looked you straight in the eye with his hand extending outward. Was he asking for a handshake?

“Hand it over.”

I guess he wasn’t asking for a handshake.

“Don’t be so cruel to the young lady, Scara. She’s just doing your aunt a favor.”

“Then she should hand it over. It’s none of yours or hers buisness.” I know that he just wants his groceries, but he doesn’t have to be so mean about it. I guess he was too beautiful to be true.

“It actually is my business since I have known Nahida for years and she’s never mentioned you once. I wonder why that is."

You said, your tone switching from one of confusion to one of the same aggression that Scaramouche had towards you.

“Listen, I'm going to give you guys some time to talk in private; there's a booth over there you two can discuss this in. Also, Scara, this will be counting as your break.”

The man with the olive-green eyes then quickly scurried off to a room in the back of the cafe before Scaramouche could say anything. The indigo-eyed man next to you then turned around, mumbling the words.

“Let’s talk.”

You then nodded and followed that man to a seat. It was silent at first until you decided to speak.

“So your Nahida’s nephew? I've known her for years, yet this is my first time hearing that she has one.”

He seemed timid after that comment, as if his haughty persona had gone away. His facial expression also changed into a somber one. Which made you regret asking or using that tone with him.

“It’s a complicated arrangement.”

He then looked away. Judging by his facial expressions, you realized the circumstances that brought them together were likely not a happy one.

“I won’t pry into it then.”

Feeling remorse, you then passed him his groceries, which Nahida asked you to deliver to him. He then clutched the bag, holding it tightly to him. His words hitched on his breath as if he were hesitating to say something.

“I’ve heard of you before, well, all the time. Nahida speaks very highly of you, Y/N.”

“How did you know I was Y/N?”

“Call it figuring out context clues.”

“Nahida speaks highly about me?"

“That’s what I said, isn’t it?”

You were shocked, to say the least, but felt content knowing Nahida speaks highly of you.

“That’s kind of you to say. I’m sure she feels the same about you as well. If she's having you stay with her, I'm sure that means she cares for you very much."

You gave the man a warm smile with a soft expression and saw how his expression went from a somber one to a soft one as well. He then fiddled with his fingers and spoke.

“Thank you for saying that.”

He was shy with his expression, but even through that, you could tell that the Indigo-hair man was blushing. Maybe he wasn’t the same as the aggravated boy you met before. He then continued speaking.

“Though I’m still not over our talk from earlier, mortal.”

Maybe he was the same aggravated boy you met before.

“I’m sorry, what?"

“You heard me, mortal.”

“You know you're a mortal too? And you were the mean one.”

Your soft expression then turned into one with a glare.

“Quick tip glaring isn’t good for the face, mortal.”

“I am literally going to beat you up for that comment.”

“Try me, mortal.”

“Once again, don’t call me that! You’re literally a mortal too.”

"Hmm, then what should I call you? What about bug? Since I'll crush you in a fight.”

This man sure was something. Not a good thing, but something. Before you could retort back, the burgundy-haired man you met before came barging in.

“Scaramouche, your break is up. It’s time to work!"

"Ugh, but I barely even got a break.”

“Fifteen minutes is fifteen minutes.”

“But it’s not my fault that this bug came barging in here.”

It was as if you could hear your blood boil every second this man spoke. Especially when he called you a bug—I mean, who does that?

“Too bad, get back to work.”

He then stood up from his seat, groceries in hand, and looked back at you.

“You’re going to pay for this bug, and I’ll be back.”

“Try me.”

He just glared at you with a sour expression. Which caused you to pipe up and fake happiness to further sour his mood.

“Have fun! Bye Scara~”

You said it with a wide smile in a condescending tone, along with waving your hand back at the man. He only walked away, mumbling to himself.

Since you were already here with your backpack in hand, you decided to just pull out your laptop and start studying. You were loving the vibe of the cafe and even got up to order a drink to make you feel more motivated. You were excited to try the drink you ordered and were waiting to get it any second.

“Here’s the drink you ordered.”

You looked up. Oh. It’s him again, Scaramouche.

“What do I owe the pleasure of having you as my server?"

You said it with a small, clearly fake smile.

"Well, I just wanted to see how my bug was doing.”

“Once again, I am not a bug. How long is it going to take for that to get through your head?”

He then leaned down towards you, putting a hand near his ear.

“What’s that bug? I can’t hear you; try again when you get stronger.”

“I think someone lacks listening skills.”

“I do not.”

“So you can hear me.”

“Maybe anyway, here’s your drink.”

He then laid down the drink you ordered and took a seat next to you.

“Shouldn’t you get back to work?"

“You took my break time, so it’s only fair if I take some of your time.”

You rolled your eyes.

"Plus, I think you're pretty interesting.”

“Fine, you can stay here; just don’t bother me too much.”

Over the next few weeks leading up to the finals, interactions like those continued. With you coming every day to the cafe to study and having the same Indigo-eyed man as your waiter, It became the new normal to see him every day and have him rush to his job or take long breaks just to sit and talk with you. He still continued being rude and calling you a bug, but his soft side would show sometimes when he would bring you free drinks or desserts.

It was now Saturday, with your hardest final exam being on Monday. Needless to say, you were terrified since you had always performed poorly in this class. Which was why the second you woke up, you got dressed to start studying at the cafe.

You walked inside and waved hello to Heizou, who was at the register, and made your way to sit down in your usual spot. You sat down and pulled out your laptop and textbook to start taking notes and re-reading sections. This went on for about thirty minutes until you heard a familiar voice.

“How’s my favorite bug doing?”

The Indigo-eyed man was leaning over towards you, holding a tray with a slice of cake on it.

“Stressed.”

During the few weeks of being here, you had gotten used to Scaramouche’s nickname for you. At this point, the insult only hurt a bit, plus you had moved up the ranks and become his favorite bug. Perhaps during the few weeks you also developed a small crush on the man. Well, not a small crush, but a huge one, one that was only amplified with every word said and action performed. You’re not quite sure when it happened, but somewhere along the line, you realized that you enjoyed his company way more than you let on. Too much so that you can’t bear to go days without him, which brings you to your next problem other than finals. Once your exam is over, you won’t have a reason to visit the cafe or be here for hours. Which meant that from now until Monday, you had to study and figure out if Scaramouche feels the same for you.

"Hmm, well, luckily I could help with that.”

He then took to the seat across from you and placed down a tray with a small slice of strawberry shortcake and a small cup of coffee.

“I brought this for you, bug, so you could feel more motivated.”

He was always sweet like this, always bringing you free desserts and drinks. It was always too many to count, making you wonder if they were really free or coming out of his wallet.

He then picked up the fork and passed it over to you. Your hands touched for a split second, which to you felt like forever, like a moment that made you want to linger.

“Thank you for the great meal, Scara!”

You then took a few bites out of the cake. It was absolutely delicious—truly a cake made by the divine. As you ate, you realized that Scara was staring at you intently.

"Scara, I'm not trying to be mean or anything, but why are you looking at me like that?”

“Like what?”

“With that face.”

“You mean my handsome face.”

"Oh, shut it; I mean just that you're staring at me so intently.”

“Am I not allowed to stare at my favorite bug?”

“You know what I mean.”

“Fine, well, I’ll have you know I baked that cake.”

“You? Baked this?”

You were clearly shocked, looking back and forth at the man and the cake.

"Yes, I did.”

He then scratched his face, turning away shyly, and proceeded to speak in a low voice.

“I noticed you like the strawberry shortcake from our menu a lot, and I just wanted to learn how to make it for you so you don’t need to come here every time you want it but could just come find me." You blushed. Was he saying what you think he was? You don’t need to come here to see him, but could you see him anytime you want, anywhere?

“That’s really sweet, Scara. Thank you; no one’s ever done anything like that for me. I’ll cherish eating this slice of cake forever."

“I have the rest in my car.”

“I’ll take the rest too, then.”

“Don’t overeat.”

“I’d be happy to overeat on the cake you made for me.”

He then blushed and got up.

"Anyway, you should get back to studying.”

“That’s funny of you to say; don’t you usually stay here with me for long periods of time?”

"Well, it's only a short time till your final, so I want you to do your best and succeed."

You smiled at the man's sweet words and nodded.

A couple hours later, as you were exiting the cafe, the man came up to you once again. He grabbed your hand to pull you back while shouting your name.

“Y/N!”

You were stunned at that and how his hand was now holding yours. It was so unbelievably warm. It felt as if you had been cold all your life, and now, at this moment, you are finally experiencing warmth. You wished that he would never let go of your hand and that this warmth would stay for the rest of your life.

“Scara?”

“I don’t want you to forget the cake I made you."

He spoke shyly and shakenly.

“Of course I couldn’t forget; I just hadn’t seen you, so I assumed you’d give it to me tomorrow, but I’d be happy to take it today.”

The man then smiled and ran back to the breakroom. Leaving his hand with him, you felt cold again now that his hand was gone. Before you could think about it any longer, the man came back with the strawberry shortcake.

“Here’s the cake, and I’m telling you, bug, don’t overeat and get a stomach ache from it.”

“I won’t. I won’t.”

You then softly smiled and made your way out of the cafe, clutching tight to your strawberry shortcake.

Today was the last day to study for your final, so like yesterday, you went to the cafe the second you woke up. You wished you could say the final was the only thing on your mind, but it wasn’t. It wasn’t even the top priority. Your top priority was figuring out what to do about Scaramouche since, after tomorrow, you wouldn’t have a reason to visit the cafe as often as you do. I mean, tomorrow you promised him you would visit, but that was only to tell him how you did. Which meant you had to find out how he felt today.

You walked into the cafe once again, and like a daily routine, you waved hi to Heizou and sat down in your usual spot. You had pulled out your laptop and started reviewing the notes you made yesterday. Which didn’t last long, as ten minutes later your favorite waiter, Scara, came.

“Hey bug."

“Hello Scara.”

You then noticed him holding a tray carrying a drink. He then leaned down near you, placing the drink down.

“I wanted to try making this drink, but I can’t get the blend right. Any thoughts?”

He said as he slid the drink towards you. You then picked it up and took a sip. He was right that something was off with the drink, but you couldn’t figure out what.

"Hmm, maybe it has to do with the percentages of stuff you're putting in it? I’m not quite sure I’m not a coffee expert."

“Thanks bug. I’ll get better at making it and make you try it again soon.”

The man then ran off before you could get another word in.

He then came back after an hour with a small pastry and a cup of coffee. He leaned over you and slid the pastry and coffee in front of you.

“Here, this is take two of trying to get the blend. What do you think?"

You then tried the coffee, still feeling something off. Hmm, maybe it's that it doesn’t have a big aftertaste."

The man then grabbed the cup, taking a sip.

“I think you're right; I’m not sure what to do as the aftertaste flavor is completely stumped."

“I know the perfect flavor.”

You both turned back to see where the voice was coming from. To both of your surprises, it was Nahida. She then took a seat opposite

you, and you scooted over for Scaramouche to sit by you. “Nahida, what are you doing here?

“I just wanted to check up on how both of you were doing. I’m glad to see you both getting along great. Oh, Y/N, did you enjoy the cake Scara baked?

He tried so hard to make the cake to your liking.”

"NAHIDA, don't tell her that.”

Scaramouche was as red as the strawberries on the cake he made you yesterday. He was blushing, and he seemed to have lost his composure.

"Sorry, Y/N, he seems to be a bit shy, but I hope you enjoyed the cake.”

“I loved the cake and am very grateful for it!.”

“Well Nahida you said you knew the solution to the blend problem.

How do I figure out what to pick for the aftertaste?”

"Well, I knew that I’d be confident that you’d find the solution. Think about the coffee and who it’s made for—the person it’s meant to be given too. Once you have figured all that out, you will be able to make the perfect blend."

Classic Nahida to give such a vague answer.

“Thank you for your wisdom, Nahida. I’m sure he’ll be able to figure out the blend sooner or later.”

The Indigo-haired man sighed and then nodded.

"Well, I should be on my way now. I wouldn’t want to keep you from studying. Goodluck Y/N!”

She then got up and walked away from the cafe. Leaving you and Scaramouche dumbfounded at what just happened. You spoke first, followed by him.

“What do you think she meant by who’s the coffee for?”

The man then blushed heavily and turned around.

"Nothing; she meant nothing. You should study now; it won't be long till your exam.”

He then left and hurried back to work. Maybe leaving quickly runs in the family; who knows?

It was now thirty minutes before the closing of the cafe. You had grown worried since you hadn’t seen Scaramouche since. I mean, of course, it’s his job to work here and not sit and chat idly with customers, but it felt odd that he was here but not with you. It makes sense that he left you so you could study, but he could’ve stopped by to say hello at least. You had grabbed your bag and made your way to the exit of the cafe when you tripped. You had felt yourself fall backwards and closed your eyes, bracing for impact. But it never happened; you never made contact with the ground but instead with someone's arms.

“Caught you bug.”

It was him. Scaramouche, the man you liked, had caught you. You couldn’t help but blush and smile with excitement.

“Why are you smiling, bug?”

“Because I’m finally seeing you."

He then smiled and helped you stand back up.

“I’m glad to hear you're happy to see me.”

"Well, you didn’t come visit me after Nahida came, so I was worried.”

"Well, I was working on perfecting the blend, and I think I have it.”

"Woah, can I try it then?”

"Nope, you’re going to try it tomorrow when you come to tell me how you scored on your final.”

"Boo, that’s so mean.”

“That way, we’ll know if you deserve to try it.”

“Still, what if I do bad tomorrow?”

He then bent down to grab your hand and kiss it.

“I know you won’t do bad tomorrow.”

You blushed, your brain not processing that the man you like just kissed your hand.

“I’ll do my best for your sake, then.”

The man then smiled softly and spoke.

“It’s getting late; you should be on your way home."

“You’re right; I’ll take my leave then.”

The man then kissed your hand once more before letting you go.

“I believe in you one hundred percent.”

You went home that night with a million thoughts racing through your head and your heart beating practically out of your chest. You had gathered enough information to conclude that Scaramouche likes you—at least you think so. Tomorrow, after your exam, if you do well, you swear you're going to tell him your feelings.

You had just gotten out of your final exam. You were stressed going in there and felt like you were going to throw up just taking the exam; however, it was all worth the struggle when you saw your score. You had scored a perfect score. Those long weeks of studying nonstop had paid off, and now you were even more confident to reveal your feelings.

You had made your way to the cafe and walked in following your daily routine, saying hello to Heizou and walking over to your usual spot. You waited for about a minute before the Indigo hair man came.

“So how’d it go, bug?”

He said it, beaming with excitement as if already knowing how it went.

"Well, I got a perfect score on my exam!”

Before saying anything, he rushed in to envelope you in a hug. Holding you tightly, whispering that I knew you could do it, and that’s my bug. When the both of you broke out of the hug, he paused, told you he had something for you, and ran off into the back room. The man then came back carrying a tray holding strawberry shortcake, roses, and a small cup of coffee.

He then slid the strawberry shortcake and small coffee over to you and passed you the bouquet of roses.

“Thank you so much, Scara. This is so sweet of you. Thank you for everything.”

You said this while smelling the roses he gave you. He then pointed to the small cup of coffee.

“I’ve perfected my blend, and I wanted you to taste it to see if it’s to your liking.”

You smiled and drank the coffee. It was amazing, truly perfect, like Scaramouche had said. It was sweet and full of flavor, just as you liked it, but most of all, it was filled with overwhelming care and love

“Scara, this is amazing! It’s the perfect blend! How’d you do this?”

“I thought about what Nahida said, who I wanted to give this coffee to, and what feelings I wanted to express. I wanted to give this coffee to you, so I used items you liked in it, and I wanted to tell you I like you romantically, so I put my all into making this perfect for you.”

The indigo-eyed man was blushing heavily while confessing his love to you.

“Y/N I just couldn’t live without telling you my feelings, knowing I wouldn’t see you as often or at all after finals. I like you so much and want you to stay with me.”

You smiled at the man’s confession and jumped into his arms, enveloping him in a hug like the one he had given you before.

“I like you too, Scara. I want to stay with you as well."

“Thank you for liking me back, Y/N.”

He spoke shyly but in a happy tone. Soon, the two of them broke out of the hug and sat down side by side.

“Hey Scara?”

“Yes, bug?”

“Would you do me the honor of being my boyfriend?”

Scaramouche gave a pure, genuine smile back at Y/N.

“I’d love to.”

"Well, then my first degree as your girlfriend is that we eat cake.”

You pointed to the cake. You then grabbed the fork and took a bite of the cake.

“Scara, it's delicious; you should try some.”

“I will.”

He said it mischievously, which was then followed by him leaning closer and closer to you. He then moved his hand to cup your cheek and moved closer to you until your lips were inches away. You both could feel each other's breath being inhaled and exhaled.

“Is it okay if I kiss you?”

He whispered quietly, just low enough for you to hear. You then nodded. He then closed the distance between the two of you and kissed you time and time again. He loved the way your lips were soft and the way you smelled so sweet, as if your scent were mirroring your personality. Finally, when the two of you let go of each other's lips, the Indigo-haired man then smirked.

“The strawberry shortcake was absolutely delicious, right?”

You blushed heavily, the thoughts of what just happened moments ago still repeating through your head.

"Yeah, I think that’s my new favorite method of eating strawberry shortcake.”

"Hmm, is that so?”

“I’m very sure of that.”

"Well, then let’s go again.”

He said he was smiling once more. Leaning closer once more and closing the distance between the both of you once again.

#genshin fluff #genshin imagines #fluff #genshin headcannons #genshin impact #genshin oneshots #genshin x reader #kunikuzushi #the balladeer #wanderer #genshin fanart #genshin x y/n #scaramouche x you #scaramouche x reader #scara x reader #wanderer x y/n #wanderer genshin #wanderer x reader #scaramouche #coffee #cake #strawberry #strawberry shortcake #coffee shop #modern au #scara #birthday #happy birthday

[cheesus-doodles]

Hello! :) I was just reading your sugar daddy bff baji, and I thought it was so cute! ♡

I wanted to request: what would happen if bajis birthday comes up or a special day for reader and baji, and you know she's kinda broke.. would she use the black card that baji gave her to buy baji a nice gift?? or would she somehow work around using the card?

Love your work! It's nice to read :D

ahhh thank you! it's been a while since i wrote about baji, have some yan sugar bff baji!

Recommended Reading: Yan Sugar BFF Baji

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I think you wouldn't be the sort to use the black card Baji gives you to buy him a gift, ya know? Even if he has given you free reign to do whatever you want - money barely makes any sense to him now that he was a Bonten executive, after all, and not like he checks what the card is being used on - but its just not in you to spend what isn't your money, especially not as a gift for your bestfriend.

A special day for the two of you, birthday or not, is a special day regardless that is worth celebrating in your eyes. Whether Baji agrees or not does not concern you because one puppy eye look will have your bestfriend cave - he for one, can't say no to you of all people, and for two, Baji absolutely can't risk you even thinking about hanging out with someone other than him.

So yes, you do find a way to work around the card, even if you are broke af. You could save up your own money to buy him a gift of course, though that definitely will come with a tinge of "what if he thinks its bought with his card" guilt to it. You know Baji wouldn't care, but you do.

So the other alternative would be to pull together a birthday plan that does not involve spending a ton of money. Asking Mikey to give Baji the day off is simple enough, though said black-haired boy doesn't quite approve of you talking to Mikey after he finds out.

But a homecooked breakfast quickly soothes over any unhappy nerves from you interacting with Baji's less savoury colleagues, followed by a leisurely day of cafe hopping, picnicking by the river with all of his favourite snacks, and window shopping - just like the two of you used to do as school kids.

And then the highlight of the day would be you surprising him with a handmade gift; it could be a plush keychain of a cat with both of your names stitched on it that Baji would be happy to parade around with hanging from his phone, or a scunchie you made for him to keep his hair up during his fights, or even a cat food bowl that you doodled all over for his office cats.

This boy will be happy with the sole fact that you want to celebrate a special day with him, given he does spend a lot of time working in Bonten, dealing with the darkest and most horrid of crimes for Mikey. He doesn't know what he'll do without you by his side, so your plan regardless of what you choose to do as a gift, ultimately always goes off without a hitch. Makes sure to take some time out of the day to bring you out to play with the community stray cats that he still cares for because he loves to see you get excited about the friendly cats.

Mikey and the rest of the Bonten executives never fail to make fun of Baji after he returns from these sort of vacations, though at least they know better than to touch your gifts to him.

#tokyo revengers #tokyo revengers x reader #yandere tokyo revengers #yandere tokyo revengers x reader #tokyorev #keisuke baji #baji x reader #keisuke baji x reader #mikey x reader #bonten #tokyo rev bonten #bonten baji #sugar bff baji #baji keisuke x reader #bonten x reader #tokyo revengers mikey #tokyo rev #tokyo rev x you #tokyo rev x reader #tokyorev x reader #cheesus answers

[cosmichahn]

TONGUE TIED

Hazel Callahan x Fem!Reader —☆

about: You're the lead singer and guitarist to a local band, she's just someone who came upon your gig. The evening is spent well between the two of you.

warning/s: nothing disturbing, just cursing.

word count: 1.4k

note/s: it's my first time writing for hazel, so hopefully it's not too bad. (might be a bit ooc, idk) i thought of tongue tied by grouplove while writing this, so i recommend giving it a quick listen! :) enjoyyy

Summer, the season a person either glows up or fucks up. The season where things change, but specifically, when preparations for university are done.

It's the last week of Summer before Senior year and Hazel somehow manages to get strayed away into a random gig in a little night cafe with an onstage live performance of a band she has never heard of before. She sits on one of the tables beside the stage by herself with a bottle of Pepsi in hand, the luminescent lights of the decorative lights around the whole place shining a somewhat orange glow.

Shortly as she's quietly sitting by herself, the said band begins to set up. Hazel doesn't mind them at first because she didn't really know them, but a certain someone had caught her attention. The lead singer of the band. She has nicely painted nails, sparkly makeup that twinkles under the lights, accentuating her features. The woman is beautiful, Hazel looks at her with awe.

The woman onstage hooks up her electric guitar, she sets it up flawlessly and Hazel can't manage to pull her eyes away from her. “She's really beautiful." she says, not knowing that she just said this outloud. But upon realizing this, the woman hears her and looks at her with a smile. Hazel's eyes widen, her nervousness catching up to her. She feels embarrassed.

“Well, you're not too bad yourself." the woman comes back, giving her a wink. “Enjoy the show, pretty girl."

Hazel fiddles around with the Pepsi bottle, blushing at the thought of such a beautiful woman calling her ‘Pretty Girl'. She looks at her, doe eyed and all.

In about a few moments, the band introduces themselves. There were three members: Ash, the drummer, Micah, the keyboardist, and lastly, there was you, the lead singer and guitarist. Upon introducing yourself, you see the interesting gleam that appears in Hazel's eyes.

You first noticed her when you were bringing in some outlets and such for the instruments. She just sat with the company of herself, peacefully minding her own business in this bustling night cafe. Hazel had what looked like the softest hair in a shaggy haircut, she had pretty puppy eyes, and a nice sense of style and jewelry.

The band did a number of covers that night. No originals to release just yet, but surely one of these days, you would release one or work on one completely. As for the setlist, it was only a few songs from selected artists that the band loved.

After finishing up the setlist, you hear the cheers of the same people that attend the band's gigs and some new people who seem to enjoy your performance as well. It's a rewarding feeling that flushes through you and the others as always.

You make your way to Hazel's table where she visibly tenses up at the mere sudden presence of you. It's cute. She's cute. Swiftly, you take a seat in front of her, noticing how the glimmering lights complemented her eyes beautifully. “Hello, pretty. I never caught your name." Your elbows on the table, chin on your palms, you look at her playfully with a teasing yet pleading look.

Hazel swallows the invisible lump in her throat, feeling the hand on the Pepsi bottle she's holding tighten. “I'm Hazel. My name is Hazel." she says, mentally exhaling in relief. Keep cool, she repeats to herself. PJ and Josie may manage to somehow fail at wooing others, maybe she's not good at wooing you or anyone, but surely you're good at keeping her on the edge of her seat with hearts surrounding her head.

“I noticed you the second I saw you.” you say, looking at her with interested eyes. “You're very…what's the word?" an attempt you figure it out, you click your tongue. “Captivating.”

“I can make a bomb." Hazel blurts out in panic, making you laugh. “Well, a small bomb." She then proceeds to ramble about how and where she learned how to create bombs which intrigued you.

At first mention, you figure that perhaps she was just saying that, but then the more she explained its mechanics, the more you thought, ‘Damn, she knows her shit.'

She apologizes, mentioning how weird that was, but in all honesty, you thought it was really cool. Well, it's kinda illegal, you think, but nonetheless, it sounds cool.

“That actually sounds really interesting, Hazel." you compliment.

“Wait, really?" she asks in confusion. No one has ever really indulged in her interests. Frankly, she didn't have a lot of friends to talk about this to.

The evening was spent with laughs and a couple bottles of different brands and flavors of soda. At one point, the owner makes a tier list for the two of you on which was the best of the best and the worst, awful, soda.

“Don't diss Pepsi like that." Hazel gasps dramatically with offended eyebrows, holding onto her emptied bottle of Pepsi while you were holding your empty Coke bottle dearly like a newborn baby.

“Someone had to say it, Haze." you shake your head, looking at her with a disappointed look but in a more joking manner.

Eventually, the time comes for the cafe to close. You leave Hazel for a few minutes, just to say goodbye to the band as they were to set off in their own cars. You had your own, and thankfully, their musical equipment could fit in theirs. Until the next gig, you think, since it's the last week of Summer.

Hazel walks you to your car. It's a gorgeous black Jeep Wrangler that you treated like it was your child. It's a beauty, you would always think. “She's beautiful, don't you think?" You playfully nudge her shoulder, clicking on the keys for it to unlock. “Want a ride? I could drive you home if you want."

“You're already driving me crazy anyway." Hazel rolls her eyes, she jokes and you laugh. “How do I know I can trust you though?" She leans on your car with a sly smile on her face.

You quirk an eyebrow, leaning right beside her. “What'll make you trust me, pretty girl?"

“I don't know, I just hope you won't kill me or something. I have good self defense." She puts her fist up in front of you, kidding and all. “...I think."

Shrugging, you reassure her, “I'm not a serial killer, I promise. I'm just some student"

Normally, Hazel would be hesitant if it's some random person, but she somehow didn't become so hesitant with you. “Okay, but you don't have to drive me home."

“You sure?"

“Yeah. I had a lot of fun tonight." she rejects the offer as you sigh internally from defeat.

“I enjoyed ranking sodas with you, Hazel."

You both thank each other for the time. It's midnight already, and with all honesty, you've gone a bit tired. “Catch you when I see you around."

Hazel moves away from the car while you open the door, climbing in. “See you when I do." she nods, beaming a smile.

Closing the car door, you see her at the side mirror, standing there with a goofy smile and waving goodbye. The moon was shining bright as ever, and a single streetlight fluttering its old light was flashing her. Contemplating on whether to go or end the night with more than a goodbye, you rush out of your car.

“Oh, I thought you were gonna lea-" with a confused tone, you interrupt her with a deep kiss. “Woah." Hazel whispers, looking at you.

“Ah, shit! Fuck, sorry, I wanted to kiss you so bad. I should have asked you first." your eyes widened, apologizing endlessly, but the only thing registering in Hazel's mind was a pretty girl like you calling her pretty and kissing her all in one night. Did she really not have wooing and game in her like this before? Perhaps not.

She doesn't say anything and only gives you a kiss in return. It feels new, it's soft, and she can taste the lip balm on your lips. The only time done pulling away is a quick second for a breather.

You place your hands around her waist, feeling her thumbs brush past your neck and onto your flushed cheeks. Hazel's left hand tucks the loose hair on your face behind your ear, not pulling away from the kiss.

Leaving each other breathless, you pull a quick lick to her bottom lip, smiling into the kiss as you feel her smiling as well. It was a sweet moment with a completely sweet somewhat stranger that you had just met a couple of hours ago.

One of your hands pushes up to her hair, brushing your fingers through and she seems to not let go of your face any second. She holds you gently and with care in her hands, feeling the growing blushes and pink hues on your face.

#hazel callahan x reader #hazel callahan #ruby cruz #wlw #sapphic #bottoms movie

[wake-me-up-inside-imagines]

Hii idk if your request are open and if you write polly but could you write a sugawara x daichi x asahi x reader

Where the reader moves from their home country and to Japan and it’s how they meet the three their are a first and it’s how they end up together idk if that makes sense sorry :)

AHHHH YES! There is not nearly enough daisugasahi x reader fics and its a crime against humanity. I will gladly fix that though so I hope you enjoy!

Poly! Daichi, Asahi, and Suga with a foreign reader

Warnings: none

Gn! reader

(The country reader comes from is not named so anyone can read this)

-Moving from your home country to Japan was certainly a nerve wracking experience, especially since you’d be attending your last year of grade school amongst new people in an unfamiliar place, in a language you aren’t proficient in. After a few weeks of loneliness you decide that you won’t sit still and be a loner the whole school year.

-You thought that getting involved in something, a club, and team, anything with other people might help you make a couple friends might be good for you, and you heard a pretty cute guy in your bio class talk about how the men’s volleyball team could use a second manager, so you decide to apply for the position

-When you go into the gym to meet the team for the first time, you’re immediately bombarded by two very eager second years and and a short red headed first year who were very curious as to who you were (the school doesn’t get students from other countries often so they were curious about you)

-Suga takes pity on you and puts the team to practice while you, Daichi, Kiyoko, Ukai and Takeda go over your new duties as a manager with you, and you eventually start your time as Karasunos manager

-The first few weeks are pretty eventful for you, you’re just getting to know the ropes of the job and also getting to know everybody on the team. It doesn’t help that there was some drama between some of the team members and the former team ace (or the fact that after it was all said and done he joined the team again), and it certainly didn’t help that you had to train another new manger when your still new yourself (you don’t blame Yachi though, it’s not her fault, and besides, she’s a very sweet kid).

-It was hard adjusting to the club environment at first, but Kiyoko made sure to introduce you properly to everyone, which is how you ended up talking to the 3rd years more. As much as you both love the 1st and 2nd year students, you need to make friends in your own grade

-Kiyoko begins a habit of starting hangouts for just the 3rd years, nothing big, just a few hours hanging out at a cafe or someone’s house. That’s primarily how you got to know the three third year boys, through these hangouts. It’s a great opportunity to get to know each other better in a relaxed setting

- I imagine the three were already together before they met you, so they’re all used to a polyamorous relationship by the time you came along. They never really thought that they would want to add another to their group, but then again, they didn’t know they would meet you

-Asahi probably fell first, the poor guy wears his heart on his sleeve so it’s pretty easy for him to fall for you. Suga and Daichi could see how enamored by you Asahi was, and after a little time you captured their hearts too.

-They all want to know more about your home country and culture, but no one asks more questions than Suga. He wants to know everything there is to know about your culture, your home, what living in your native country was like, what customs you have, what holidays you celebrate, everything! He’s a naturally curious guy and the other two are either too scared that they’ll bother you or worried they’ll ask something offensive

-Asahi does muster up the courage to ask you about any cultural clothing you might have, and if you’d say it’s ok to, he’d be more than happy to try and see if he can sew it himself. I can imagine him gifting you a handmade outfit if he manages to get the hang of making it for your birthday or some other holiday

-After awhile it’s painfully obvious to anyone with eyes that the trio is hardcore pining after you, it’s a wonder you don’t see it yourself! Sugar’s always trying to get your attention (much to the embarrassment of his boyfriends) Asahi’s stutter has magically appeared once again, and Daichi goes red any time you’re in close proximity to him. Honestly the whole teams just begging for them to ask you out at this point, it’s getting painful to watch

-The three have no idea how to ask you out, or if you’re even into poly relationships, so they settle for asking you to meet them at one of their houses so they can speak to you privately

-Daichi takes the lead, explaining to you how they’ve been in love with you for awhile and that they would really love to date you, but they all understand if you don’t like them or if you aren’t comfortable being in a poly relationship. They all kind of expect you to say no, simply because their relationship is very much outside the norm, but there’s still a little hope inside each of them that you’ll say yes

-When you do say yes, everyone is over the moon. Asahi nearly starts sobbing from joy and relief (he totally thought you were going to reject them), Suga practically tackles you in a hug, and Daichi let’s put a huge sigh of relief before prying Suga off of you. Prepare for a long night of cuddles because now that the boys have you, they’re determined to spend as much time with you as possible

#x reader #haikyuu x reader #haikyu x reader #haikyuu #haikyuu imagine #daichi sawamura x reader #daichi x reader #daichi sawamura #sugawara koushi x reader #sugawara x reader #sugawara koushi #asahi x reader #asahi azumane x reader #asahi azumane #kiyoko shimizu #Daichi x Suga x Asahi #daichi x Suga x Asahi x reader

[cheynovak]

Brotherly Betrayal

Dean Winchester x Y/N x Sam Winchester  

Warnings: 18+, smut, cheating, unprotected sex,  

Side note: English isn’t my first language. 

Didn’t proof read sorry for any mistakes.

I broke Sammy's heart, I'm sorry in advance.

*Does not follow The SPN storyline * 

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Sam didn’t seek for a new romance but when he met Y/N she seemed to have everything he wanted in a girl. After a few months of dating, he is finally ready to introduce her to his brother. But what will happen when Y/N and Dean recognise each other from a spicy night together years ago.  

“The best night of her life”  

Will she be satisfied with Sam?

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In the dimly lit corner of a cozy cafe, Sam Winchester nervously drummed his fingers on the table, glancing at the entrance every few seconds. His heart pounded in anticipation as he waited for his brother, Dean, to arrive. Today was a big day, he was introducing his new girlfriend, Y/N, to Dean. Sam couldn't help but feel a mix of excitement and apprehension. 

“Calm down Sam, he’ll be here any second.” She smiled at him.  

Finally, the familiar jingle of the diner's doorbell announced Dean's arrival. Sam's heart skipped a beat as he watched his older brother stride in, his trademark smirk firmly in place. 

"Hey, Sammy!" Dean greeted, sliding into the seat across from him. "Sorry, traffic was a nightmare." Sam nodded, offering a strained smile. "No problem, Dean. I'm just glad you could make it." 

As Dean settled in, his eyes flickered to the woman sitting next to Sam. His smile faltered for just a moment before he regained his composure. "And who might this lovely lady be?" Sam's heart swelled with pride as he turned to Y/N, his hand finding hers beneath the table. "Dean, this is Y/N. Y/N, meet my brother, Dean." 

Y/N's smile was warm as she extended her hand across the table. "Nice to finally meet you, Dean. Sam talks about you all the time." Dean's gaze lingered on Y/N's face for a moment longer than necessary, a flicker of recognition crossing his features before he masked it with a charming grin.  

"Likewise, Y/N. Glad I finally can put a face to the name." 

The trio fell into easy conversation, laughter and banter filling the air. But behind all that a tension simmered just beneath the surface. As the evening wore on, Sam excused himself to the restroom, leaving Dean and Y/N alone at the table. Silence settled between them the air filled with distant chatter. 

Finally, Dean cleared his throat, breaking the silence. He hesitated, his gaze dropping to the tabletop before meeting hers once more. "This might sound crazy, but... have we met before?" 

Y/N's eyes widened in surprise, a faint blush colouring her cheeks. "Um, yeah. We actually... crossed paths a few years back. In 2005 or something." 

Recognition dawned on Dean's face, his expression clouding with guilt.  

"I thought I recognized you.” He smiles, “It was just a one-night thing, a long time ago. Wouldn't hold it against you if you didn’t remember it.” “Two nights.” Dean corrected her. “Right two nights... I didn't know you and Sam were... I mean, I had no idea." 

“Well, what are the odds.” “Didn’t you say your name was Ted Nugent?” Deans cheek blushed a little “Like the guitarist?” Y/N added. “Yeah, I might have.”  

Their conversation was interrupted by Sam's return, his easy smile faltering as he noticed the atmosphere at the table. Sensing the shift, Dean plastered on a grin, steering the conversation back to lighter topics. 

-- 

The Impala rumbled into the parking lot of yet another motel, its headlights casting long shadows across the worn pavement. Dean parked the car with practiced ease, the sound of gravel crunching beneath the tires signalling their arrival. 

As they stepped out into the cool night air, Y/N stretched her limbs, her exhaustion palpable after a long day of hunting. Wishing each other a goodnight before moving to separate rooms, he wanted to give his brother as much privacy as possible with his new girl.  

Inside the cramped motel room, the familiar scent of stale air and cheap cologne enveloped him, a stark reminder of the transient nature of their lives. As the hours ticked by, the motel room fell into an uneasy silence, broken only by the soft hum of the air conditioning. 

But amidst the stillness, Dean found himself unable to shake the nagging sense of unease that gnawed at his insides. Tossing and turning in his bed, Dean closed his eyes, willing himself to find solace in the darkness. But no matter how hard he tried, he couldn’t sleep, his thoughts consumed by his brother’s girl in the room next door. 

With a resigned sigh, Dean slipped out of bed, his movements silent as he crept across the room, going to the bathroom before getting back in the bed. At first, all he heard was the gentle rustle of bed and her laughter. But then, amidst the hushed whispers, Dean caught her voice.  

soft and tender, mingled with Sam's in a dance of intimacy that sent a surge of jealousy coursing through Dean's veins. He knew he had no right to eavesdrop, no right to intrude upon their private moment. 

Dean's breath caught in his throat as he listened, his pulse quickening at the sound of Y/N's soft moans drifting through the thin walls. Each delicate whimper sent a jolt of electricity coursing through him, igniting a fire in the depths of his being that he struggled to contain. 

He should have stopped himself from listening he could have taken his headphones. But he was desperate for more, craving the intimacy he could only imagine. His body throbbed with a primal need, his senses heightened by the intoxicating symphony of pleasure that filled the air. 

As Y/N's moans grew louder, more urgent, Dean's resolve wavered, his self-control slipping away like sand through his fingers. In the darkness of the motel room, he allowed himself to indulge in the fantasy, to imagine that it was his touch, his kisses, that elicited such exquisite sounds from Y/N's lips. 

Closing his eyes, Dean allowed himself to envision Y/N's face. The memory of their night years ago of her moans echoed in his mind, driving him ever closer to the edge of his restraint. 

With a shuddering breath, Dean let his hand slip under his underwear, fingers tracing the contours of his hard dick with a desperate hunger. His pulse quickened as he imagined the heat of Y/N's touch, her hands exploring every inch of his skin with a reverence that left him breathless. 

As he lost himself in the fantasy, Dean's movements became more frantic, more needy, as he chased his own orgasm. With each stroke, he whispered Y/N's name like a prayer, his voice a fervent plea for salvation. 

He could still hear the raw intensity of her pleasure, the sweet melody of her release that had once filled the air with a symphony of ecstasy. But on that fateful night, as he listened to the faint whispers and hushed murmurs drifting through the thin walls. 

Dean realized after his own orgasm that he hadn't heard Y/N's voice raised in passion like he heard when they spend the night. For a fleeting moment, Dean was scared of the possibility that Y/N's absence of sound was a deliberate choice, a silent plea for privacy.  

Perhaps she had sensed his presence on the other side of the wall, maybe heard his moans? No, he was quiet enough. That was the first time he noticed that she didn't hit her climax.  

-- 

The bunker was quiet as Y/N unpacked her belongings, the weight of Dean's distant demeanour hanging heavy in the air. Despite her best efforts to break through his walls, he remained distant, his usual charm replaced by an icy veneer that sent a chill down her spine. 

Frustration grew in Y/N as she watched Dean retreat further into himself, his guarded expressions a stark contrast to the warmth she had once seen in his eyes. Unable to bear the silence any longer, she took a deep breath and squared her shoulders, determined to confront him once and for all. 

"Dean," Y/N began walking in the kitchen, her voice steady despite the tumult of emotions swirling within her. "We need to talk." Dean's gaze flickered to hers, a fleeting glimpse of vulnerability crossing his features before he masked it with a stoic facade. "What is it, Y/N?" 

Fuck she knows. Dean thought.  

Y/N took a step forward, her resolve unwavering as she met Dean's gaze head-on. "You've been distant with me ever since I moved in. I need to know why." 

Dean's jaw tensed, his expression guarded as he searched for the right words. "It's... complicated, Y/N." 

“Tell me. What did I do?” Y/N refused to back down, her determination steeling her resolve. With a heavy sigh, Dean finally spoke, his voice barely above a whisper. 

"You do remember that night, Y/N? The one we shared years ago?" 

Y/N's breath caught in her throat, the memory of their fleeting encounter flooding her mind with a rush of emotions, her cheeks burning. "Yes, I remember." 

Dean's gaze bore into hers, his eyes searching for any sign of hesitation. "Does Sam know?" Y/N's heart sank as she realized the depth of Dean's question "Eh no, Dean. I never told him. D-did you?” He could see the fear in his eyes.  

“No, no I never did.” Y/N flinches as Sam walked into the room, he immediately sensed the tension that hung heavy in the air, his brow furrowing in concern as he took in the strained expressions on Dean and Y/N's faces. 

"What's going on?" Sam asked, his voice laced with apprehension. Dean hesitated, his gaze flickering to Y/N before meeting Sam's eyes. Y/N stepped forward, her voice steady as she addressed Sam. "Sam, there's something we need to talk about.”  

Sam's eyes widened in surprise as he turned his attention to Y/N, his curiosity piqued. "What is it?" Y/N took a deep breath “I eh, I’ve...known Dean longer than you think.” Sam's expression shifted, a mix of confusion and concern crossing his features as he processed her words. 

Dean's jaw tightened, his gaze darting between Sam and Y/N as he struggled to find the right words. "Y/N and I... we never told you about it." 

Sam's eyes widened in realization as the pieces of the puzzle fell into place. "You mean... you and Dean?" Y/N nodded slow, her eyes brimming with emotion. "Yes, Sam. But it was a long time ago.”  

“Yeah, you were in college” Dean added. “It happened on my way to you actually, you were with Jess at the time, so...” “So, we didn’t know, each other yet.” Y/N placed her hand on his arm.  

Sam took a moment to process the revelation, with a determined nod, Sam stepped forward, his gaze meeting hers. "Whatever happened in the past, it doesn't change anything between us.” She smiled softly before giving him a small kiss.  

Sam couldn't help but notice the way his brother's gaze faltered, his eyes darting away as if to shield himself from the intimacy of the moment. "Hey, Dean," Sam began, his tone cautious as he broached the delicate subject. "Do you... still have feelings for Y/N?" 

Dean's jaw tensed at the question, his defences rising instinctively as he struggled to mask the turmoil brewing beneath the surface. "No, Sam. It's not like that." 

But Sam wasn’t convinced. "Are you sure? Because it kinda seemed like..." 

Dean cut him off with a shake of his head, his voice tinged with frustration. "I said it's not like that, Sam.” With a nod of understanding, Sam reached out and placed a reassuring hand on Dean's shoulder, the silent gesture a testament to the unbreakable bond that united them. "Okay, Dean.” 

--  

Dean's footsteps echoed softly against the bunker's cold, concrete floors as he made his way back to his room after a long, hot shower. Steam still clung to his skin. But as he approached his door, Dean's steps faltered, his heart sinking in his chest as he caught the familiar sounds drifting through the air. 

With a heavy sigh, Dean pressed his ear against the door, his heart pounding in his chest as he listened to the symphony of pleasure unfolding on the other side. Each moan, each whispered confession, sent a surge of jealousy coursing through him. 

Dean heard it, the sweet melody of Y/N's voice, her words sounding like a prayer. "Oh, Sammy..." The words hung in the air like a weight around Dean's neck, a bitter reminder of the bond that existed between his brother and the woman he secretly longed for. 

Dean forced himself to tear away from the door, his heart heavy with the weight of his own desires. Retreating to his bed, Dean reached for his headphones, to distract him from her sweet moans.  

As Dean drifted into the realm of dreams, in his subconscious mind a fantasy was born of longing and unspoken yearning. He found himself standing in a dimly lit room which looked like the bunker, the soft glow of candlelight casting flickering shadows across the walls. 

And there she was, Y/N, a vision of beauty and grace, her form swaying to the rock music only they could hear. Dressed in delicate lingerie that left little to the imagination, she moved with a fluidity that captivated his senses, her every movement an invitation to surrender. 

Dean's heart raced as he watched her dance, his breath catching in his throat at the sight of her flushed cheeks and parted lips. In that moment, she was more than just a woman, she was a goddess, a fire within him that threatened to consume him whole. 

With each step, each subtle sway of her hips, Y/N drew closer to him, her eyes smoldering with a passion that mirrored his own. And as she reached out to him, her touch sending shivers down his spine, Dean surrendered to the overwhelming tide of desire. 

Y/N's movements became bolder, more intoxicating, as she pushed him back into the chair, her touch igniting a fire in his veins that threatened to consume him whole. With each tantalizing sway of her hips, Y/N drew closer to Dean, her breath hot against his skin as she whispered promises of ecstasy. 

His pulse quickened as she straddled him, her body pressed flush against his. "Dean," she whispered, her voice low and sultry. "You like that, don't you? You like it when I touch you like this, I want to make you feel so good." 

Unable to resist the pull of her magnetic presence, Dean surrendered, his hands wandering over her curves with a hunger that bordered on desperation. In that moment, there was no room for restraint, no room for doubt - there was only Y/N.  

And then, with a swift motion, Y/N began to undress him, her fingers trailing over his skin with a tenderness that stole his breath away. Piece by piece, the barriers between them fell away, leaving Dean exposed and vulnerable to the raw intensity of their shared desire.  

"Tell me what you want, Dean," she purred, her lips brushing against his earlobe. "Tell me how badly you need me. Tell me, Dean," she murmured, her voice thick with desire. "Tell me what you crave, what you ache for. I want to hear you say it." 

Dean's voice, husky with desire, broke through the haze of passion that enveloped them, his words a whispered confession, "I want to feel your lips on me," he murmured, his voice rough with need. "I want need you to take me into your mouth and drive me wild." 

With a primal urgency, Y/N sank to her knees before him, her lips trailing fiery kisses along his abdomen as she made her way downward.  

"Then let me," she breathed, her voice thick with longing. "Let me taste you, feel you, make you lose control."  

Dean's heart thundered in his chest as he watched her, with a whispered plea, Y/N took him into her mouth. Her lips closed around him, her touch sending shockwaves of pleasure coursing through him. In that moment, there was no past, no future.  

And as the dream reached its climax, Dean's senses were overwhelmed by the sweet symphony of their union, the sensation of Y/N's lips on his skin sending him spiralling into a euphoric abyss of pleasure and release. 

With a ragged gasp, Dean awoke from his dream, his body drenched in a sheen of sweat as he struggled to catch his breath. In the quiet solitude of his room, he lay still, his mind reeling from the intensity of the dream that had consumed him. 

Unable to bear the weight of his guilt any longer, Dean slipped out of bed and made his way to the kitchen, the sound of his footsteps echoing in the quiet solitude of the bunker. With each step, he replayed the events of the night in his mind. 

As he poured himself a cup of coffee, Dean couldn't shake the feeling that he had let Y/N down, that he had betrayed her trust in the most intimate of ways. And as he watched her emerge from her room, her eyes bright with the promise of a new day, he couldn't bring himself to meet her gaze, the guilt that weighed heavily on his shoulders. 

“Goodmorning.” she smiled pouring herself a cup, seeing how Dean took a sip while lifting his brow in response. Rushing out the kitchen. “What up with him?” Sam asked walking in. “No idea.”  

-- 

Days later Y/N had invited Charlie for a girl's night. Sam was out and Dean seemed not interested in a movie night with her. Charlie's eyes sparkled with mischief and curiosity since she found she shared the bed with both brothers, her grin widening as she leaned in closer, eager to hear every juicy detail. 

Dean walked past their room overhearing the girls. 

"So spill it, Y/N," Charlie exclaimed, her voice bubbling with excitement. "I need to know everything!" Y/N hesitated for a moment, her cheeks flushing crimson with embarrassment as she recalled the passionate nights she had shared.  

"Sam," Y/N began, her voice soft and reverent. "He's sweet, caring, attentive... Everything you could want in a boyfriend." Charlie nodded eagerly, hanging onto Y/N's every word as she listened intently. “But?” 

Her gaze dropping to her hands as she struggled to find the right words to describe her experiences with Dean. "But Dean..." Y/N trailed off, her voice barely above a whisper. "Dean was different. He was... intense, passionate, overwhelming... He made me feel things I never thought possible." 

Charlie's eyes widened in surprise at Y/N's confession, her curiosity piqued by the intensity of her words. "Wow," she breathed, her voice tinged with awe. "I had no idea things were so... intense between you and Dean." 

Y/N nodded, a wistful smile playing at the corners of her lips. "Yeah, well, Dean has a way of getting under your skin," she admitted, her voice filled with a mixture of longing and regret. 

As Y/N poured her heart out to Charlie, the weight of her confession hung heavy in the air, her words a mixture of vulnerability and longing. With each syllable, she bared her soul, revealing the intimate details of her experiences with the Winchester brothers. 

Sam, he's amazing in so many ways, but..." She paused, her cheeks flushing with embarrassment as she struggled to find the right words. “Yes, oh come on Y/N tell me!” Y/N took a deep breath, steeling herself for the confession she was about to make. "But he's...almost... too big," she admitted.  

“It feels amazing when he goes slow, but he is rougher. Which makes it almost painful...” Charlie's eyes widened in surprise at Y/N's revelation, her brow furrowing in concern as she processed the implications of her words. "Oh, Y/N," she murmured.  

"I've been with him for a year, and he's never been able to give me... more two orgasms I love Sam, I do. But..." Her words trailed off. "And Dean?" Charlie prompted gently, her voice soft with curiosity. 

Y/N's cheeks flushed crimson as she recalled the passionate night she had shared with Dean, the memory still fresh in her mind like an open wound. "Dean," she murmured, her voice thick with emotion. "Dean was different. He... he had the perfect size. And eh, two in one night." 

"Two orgasms in one night?" she exclaimed, unable to hide her astonishment. 

Y/N nodded, a wistful smile playing at the corners of her lips. "Yeah," she admitted, "Two in one night." 

As the weight of her confession settled over them, Y/N couldn't shake the feeling that she had betrayed Sam in some way, that her desires had led her down a path she couldn't turn back from. 

Charlie's eyebrows furrowed in concern as she processed Y/N's confession, her heart aching for her friend as she struggled with the weight of her desires. "Have you talked to Sam about this?" she asked gently, her voice filled with compassion. 

Y/N nodded, her gaze dropping to her hands as she recalled the difficult conversations she had shared with Sam. "Yeah, I have, he says he’ll try to remember it" she admitted, her voice tinged with sadness. "But... he's more selfish lover than his brother." 

"I love Sam, I do. But sometimes... I can't help but wonder if things could be different." Then the girls heard a cough outside the door.  

Caught off guard, Dean cleared his throat awkwardly, his voice betraying none of the turmoil that churned within him. "Hey, Y/N," he began, forcing a casual tone despite the racing of his heart. "I was just, uh... passing by and I thought I heard voices.”  

Y/N arched an eyebrow, her gaze flickering between Dean and the open door behind him. "Really?" she asked, her tone tinged with scepticism. 

Dean nodded, his expression as neutral as he could manage. "Yeah, really," he insisted, his voice ringing hollow in his own ears. "I was thinking we could... you know, watch a movie or something. If you're up for it, that is." 

Y/N's lips curved into a small smile, her eyes softening with understanding. "Sure, Dean," she replied, her voice gentle. "That sounds nice." She looked at Charlie. “Sure, great idea.” 

As the three of them settled in to watch the movie in Dean's room, the air crackled with tension, the weight of unspoken desires hanging heavy in the air. Dean and Y/N sat side by side against the bed frame. 

Charlie, ever perceptive, couldn't help but notice the subtle shifts between them, the charged atmosphere that enveloped them like a cloak. She glanced between Dean and Y/N, her brow furrowing in concern.  

Dean couldn't tear his eyes away from Y/N, his gaze drawn to her like a moth to a flame. With each passing moment, the distance between them seemed to shrink, until they were mere inches apart, she knew if she wasn’t his brother girl he would have made a move.  

Y/N's breath caught in her throat as she felt Dean's gaze burning into her, his intensity palpable even in the dim light of the room. She found herself leaning closer to him.  

Charlie watched them with a mixture of concern and curiosity, her mind racing with questions that she dared not voice aloud. She knew that something had shifted between Dean and Y/N, something that went beyond the proper boundaries.  

As Y/N excused herself, when she gets a phone call from Sam who is helping out a fellow hunter, Charlie turned her attention to Dean, her expression serious as she addressed him directly. 

"You know, Dean," Charlie began, her voice low and measured. "You're playing with fire here." Dean's brow furrowed in confusion, a flicker of unease crossing his features as he met Charlie's gaze. "What do you mean?" he asked, his tone guarded. 

Charlie sighed, her eyes softening with concern. "I mean Y/N," she replied, her words laced with urgency. "Y/N is still your brother's girl." Dean's jaw tightened at Charlie's words, the weight of her reminder settling heavily on his shoulders.  

He knew she was right, knew that he was treading dangerous territory by allowing himself to be drawn to Y/N in ways that went beyond the bounds of brotherly loyalty. "I know," Dean replied, his voice strained with emotion.  

Charlie studied him for a moment, her gaze searching his face for any sign of hesitation or doubt. "You need to be careful, Dean," she urged, her concern evident in every word. "You could end up hurting both Y/N and Sam if you're not careful." Dean nodded.  

As Charlie left for the night, leaving Dean and Y/N alone once more, a heavy silence settled between them, “One more movie?” He asked, fraught with unspoken tension and longing.  

Dean cleared his throat awkwardly, his fingers fidgeting with the remote as he struggled to find the right words. "Uh, so..." Dean began, his voice hesitant. "I, uh, couldn't help but overhear your conversation with Charlie earlier." 

Y/N's eyes widened in surprise at Dean's admission, her cheeks flushing with embarrassment as she realized that their secrets were no longer safe. "Oh," she murmured, her voice barely above a whisper. "I didn't realize you were listening." 

Dean shifted uncomfortably, his gaze fixed on the floor as he struggled to find the courage to address the elephant in the room. "Yeah, well, I heard enough to know that... things aren't exactly what you need.”  

"Yeah," she replied softly, her voice barely audible over the pounding of her own heart. "Things are complicated, to say the least." Dean nodded in agreement, his expression somber as he met Y/N's gaze. 

Dean reached out to gently grasp her hand, his touch a comforting anchor in the storm of emotions that raged within her. "You deserve to be happy, Y/N," he insisted, his voice firm with conviction.  

"And if Sam can't give you what you need... know that I... you can always.... I'm here, we can... you know," Dean stumbled over his words, his voice laced with hesitation as he struggled to articulate the depths of his feelings for Y/N. 

Y/N's heart skipped a beat at Dean's confession, her breath catching in her throat at the implications of his words.  

"Dean," she murmured, her voice barely above a whisper. "Are you saying...?" 

Dean's gaze softened as he met Y/N's eyes, his own filled with a mixture of longing and uncertainty.  

"I'm saying that... if you ever need someone to talk to, someone to lean on, I'll be here," He tried to safe himself. Afraid for her reaction. 

"Thank you, Dean," she whispered, her voice trembling with emotion a pang of sadness tugged at her heart. She had dared to hope that his confession held deeper meaning.  

Dean let go of her hand, noticing her being quiet. "Y/N," Dean began, his voice gentle. "Isn’t that what you want?" Y/N's heart skipped a beat at Dean's question. "I don't know," she admitted, her voice barely above a whisper. "I thought... I thought maybe you meant... something more." 

"I don’t want to make things more complicated for you." Y/N shook her head, her gaze dropping to her lap as she struggled to find the right words. "It's not your fault," she insisted, her voice thick with emotion. "I just... It’s my fault I misread the situation.”  

A silence fell between them. "Don’t get me wrong, I would... sleep with you," Dean confessed, "if you weren't my brother's girl." Y/N's eyes widened in surprise at Dean's blunt honesty, her mind reeling with the implications of his words. She had never expected him to lay bare his desires so openly.  

A soft smile appeared on her lips. Dean continued, his words a relentless torrent of truth. "And I know, I mean, I've never heard you... having an orgasm," Dean confessed, his voice thick with emotion. "Not with Sam at least.” 

Y/N's cheeks flushed crimson at Dean's words, the intimacy of his observation sending a shiver of anticipation racing down her spine. She knew that Dean was right, knew that her relationship with Sam had always lacked the passion and intensity that she craved. 

"Dean," she murmured, her voice barely audible over the pounding of her own heart. "I... I don't know what to say." Dean reached out to gently cup her cheek, his touch a tender caress against her skin. "You don't have to say anything," he reassured her.  

As Dean moved closer to Y/N, the air between them crackled with tension, but she pulls back. "What do you mean... you heard me?" Y/N asked, her voice trembling with uncertainty.  

Dean hesitated for a moment, his gaze meeting hers with a mixture of guilt and longing. "In the motel, when I heard you moan." He swallows hard. "I... I might have played with myself," he confessed.  

"Oh," she murmured, her mind reeling with the implications of Dean's words. "I... I had no idea." Dean reached out to gently brush a stray lock of hair from her face, his touch sending shivers of anticipation racing down her spine. "I'm sorry," he whispered, his voice thick with emotion. "I never meant to invade your privacy like that." 

“It’s ok.” she whispers feeling drawn to him. As their lips met the world around them seemed to fade away, leaving only the heat of their desire and the pounding of their hearts. Dean pulled Y/N onto his lap, her body fitting perfectly against his.  

Y/N gasped as she felt the undeniable evidence of Dean's arousal pressing against her, sending a surge of pleasure coursing through her veins. With a needy whimper, she surrendered to the intoxicating sensation, her hands tangling in Dean's hair as she deepened the kiss, her lips moving hungrily against his. 

His hands roamed over Y/N's body, his touch igniting a fire within her that threatened to consume them both. Their kisses grew more urgent, more desperate, as they abandoned themselves to the primal need that burned between them.  

Y/N heard herself moan at his touch, her heart raced as she pulled away from Dean, her mind swimming with a tumult of conflicting emotions. She couldn't shake the feeling of guilt that washed over her, the weight of their actions pressing down on her like a heavy stone. 

"This is wrong," she whispered, Dean's eyes widened in surprise at Y/N's words, his own heart heavy with the weight of their shared guilt. He knew that she was right, knew that they had crossed a line that should never have been crossed, and yet, he couldn't bring himself to regret the passion that had ignited between them. 

"I know," Dean murmured, his voice tinged with regret as he reached out to gently cup Y/N's cheek. "I'm sorry, Y/N. I shouldn't have..." Y/N shook her head, her eyes brimming with unshed tears as she met Dean's gaze with a mixture of longing and sorrow. "It's not only your fault. I’m sorry. ”  

She ran out his room.  

-- 

As Sam returned from the hunt, he couldn't help but notice the subtle shift in Y/N's demeanor. Her eyes seemed distant, her smile forced, and he knew in an instant that something was wrong. Determined to lift her spirits, he made a spur-of-the-moment decision to take her out on a date, hoping to reignite the spark that had once burned so brightly between them. 

planning the most romantic evening he could imagine. He whisked Y/N away to a secluded spot overlooking the city, where they dined under the stars, the soft glow of candlelight casting a warm, intimate glow over their table. With each passing moment, Sam poured his heart and soul into making the night perfect, his every gesture a testament to his love and devotion. 

Meanwhile, back at the bunker, Dean couldn't sleep so got out of bed to take a snack, hearing how late they came back home. Their laughter floating through the air like a sweet melody.  

As Y/N's lips trailed teasingly along Sam's neck, her touch igniting a fire within him that threatened to consume them both, Sam couldn't help but gasp in surprise at the sudden intensity of their encounter. 

"Y/N," he murmured, his voice thick with desire as he felt her lips pressing against his skin, her hands roaming eagerly over his body. "Where did this come from?" 

Y/N paused for a moment, her eyes meeting Sam's with a mischievous twinkle as she leaned in to whisper in his ear. “I just really missed you.” 

With a needy whimper, Sam pulled Y/N closer, his lips seeking hers in a fervent kiss that left them both breathless and wanting more. As they made their way to their room, Dean's heart felt heavy hearing her whisper “We need to be quiet don’t want to wake Dean.”  

--  

As Y/N watched from across the bar, a knot formed in her stomach as she witnessed Dean charming his way into the company of a beautiful woman. “Unbelievable how he does that.” Sam said. “Huh, yeah, right, unbelievable.”  

She couldn't help but feel a pang of jealousy as she imagined the spicy night that awaited him, knowing that she would be left alone to wrestle with her own desires. 

Turning away from the scene before her, Y/N forced a smile as she turned to Sam, her heart heavy with the weight of her own desires. "Let's get out of here," she suggested, her voice tinged with sadness. He agreed "Lead the way." 

Back in the bunker, Y/N found herself tossing and turning in bed, unable to shake the image of Dean and his companion from her mind. Imagining the high-pitched moans only served to fuel her arousal, sending a shiver racing down her spine. 

Beside her, Sam slept soundly, oblivious of her irritation. She looked at her beautiful, tall muscular man, yet couldn't help feeling irritated he fell asleep while she changed into a sexy outfit for him.

Soon Y/N’s thoughts changed to thoughts of Dean. With a quiet whimper, Y/N pressed her thighs together, feeling the heat of her desire building with each passing moment.  

She knew that she should feel guilty for indulging in such thoughts, knew that she should be focused on her relationship with Sam, but in that moment, all she could think about was the raw passion that Dean and his companion were sharing now. 

Y/N couldn't help but wonder what it would be like to be in the arms of someone like Dean, to experience the kind of passion again and excitement that he shared with this girl. 

As Y/N tossed and turned in bed, unable to quell the restless thoughts that plagued her mind, she finally gave in to the overwhelming urge to get up and clear her head. Slipping quietly out of bed, she padded across the bunker floor.  

Seeing how Dean sneaked in, “You’re back early?” Y/N blurted out, unable to keep the question from escaping her lips. Dean turned to face her, his expression tense with regret. "I... I couldn't do it," he confessed, his voice barely above a whisper. 

Y/N nodded in understanding as she made her way back to the room. As Y/N turned to leave, Dean's hand shot out, gently grasping her arm and holding her back. His eyes bore into hers, searching for answers to questions he couldn't bring himself to voice. 

"Did you and Sam... tonight?" Dean started, his voice trailing off as he struggled to find the right words. Y/N sighed, her shoulders slumping in defeat as she met Dean's gaze with a mixture of sadness and resignation.  

"No," she admitted, her voice barely above a whisper. "He fell asleep before I even got out of the bathroom." Dean's jaw clenched at Y/N's words, a surge of possessiveness coursing through him at the thought of Sam's missed opportunity. But as his gaze trailed down to take in the sight of her in the sexy babydoll dress, desire flared within him.  

Tension crackled in the air between them as they stood there, locked in a silent battle. And then, without warning, Dean closed the distance between them, his lips crashing down on hers in a desperate, hungry kiss. 

Y/N gasped in surprise at the sudden intensity of Dean's embrace, but any protests she might have had were lost in the heat of the moment. With a needy whimper, she melted into his arms, her hands tangling in his hair as they surrendered to the overwhelming tide of desire.  

As their passion ignited like wildfire, Dean's hands roamed eagerly over Y/N's body, igniting a blaze of desire that threatened to consume them both. Unable to resist the primal urge that pulsed through his veins, Dean lifted Y/N onto the table with a desperate urgency, the cool surface pressing against her heated skin as their bodies melded together in a frenzy of desire.  

With a needy whimper, Y/N wrapped her legs around Dean's waist, pulling him closer as they lost themselves in the ecstasy of their union. Moans of pleasure filled the air in the bunker, their cries of passion echoing off the walls as they surrendered to each other.  

Dean's lips brushed against Y/N's ear, his voice a low, husky whisper that sent shivers of anticipation racing down her spine. "I don't get it, Y/N," Dean murmured, his breath hot against her skin. "Why doesn't Sammy take care of you like this? Why doesn't he make you feel the way you deserve to feel?" 

Y/N gasped at Dean's words, her heart pounding in her chest as she felt the weight of his desire pressing down on her like a heavy blanket. She had never heard Dean speak so boldly, so openly, and yet, in that moment, she couldn't deny the truth of his words. 

"I don't know," she whispered, her voice barely above a whisper as she surrendered to the intoxicating sensation of Dean's touch. "But I don't care. All I want is you, Dean. Only you." 

Dean's lips curled into a wicked grin at Y/N's confession, his hands trailing down her body in a tantalizing caress. "That's right, sweetheart," he growled, his voice dripping with desire. "Because nobody can take care of you like I can." 

As Dean's fingers traced tantalizing patterns along the delicate fabric of Y/N's panties, a shiver of anticipation raced down her spine, her breath catching in her throat at the promise of what was to come. With each teasing touch, she felt herself growing more and more desperate for him, her body humming with a hunger that only he could satisfy. 

When Dean finally slid her panties down, baring her to his hungry gaze, Y/N felt a rush of heat flood through her, her skin tingling with the electric thrill of his touch. His fingers explored the slick warmth between her legs, sending waves of pleasure crashing over her as she arched into his touch, her need growing more urgent with each passing moment. 

With a growl of desire, Dean lowered his own pants just enough to free himself, his arousal evident, as he positioned his perfect cock between her thighs, teasing her before he pushed himself inside her, inch by delicious inch, Y/N felt a surge of ecstasy wash over her, her body trembling with pleasure.  

Their movements were urgent and primal, each thrust driving them closer and closer to the edge of oblivion. With each touch, each kiss, they surrendered themselves to the overwhelming tide of passion that swept them away.  

As Dean's lips trailed a path of fire across Y/N's skin, leaving a trail of hot kisses in their wake, Y/N's breath hitched in her throat, her body arching into his touch as pleasure washed over her in waves. 

Dean murmured against her skin, his voice thick with desire as he urged her to give voice to the ecstasy that coursed through her veins. "Say my name." And as Y/N whispered Dean's name like a prayer, her voice filled with longing and desire, she felt herself teetering on the edge of oblivion, lost in a sea of sensation that threatened to overwhelm her completely. 

As their passion reached a fever pitch, Y/N's breaths came in ragged gasps, her body trembling with the intensity "Harder, Dean," Y/N begged, her voice thick with longing as she urged him to push her to the brink of oblivion. "Please, I need it harder." 

Dean's eyes darkened with desire at Y/N's plea, his movements growing more urgent and intense as he sought to fulfil her every desire. With a growl of passion, he complied, driving himself deeper into her with a force that left her breathless and wanting more. 

And as Y/N's cries of pleasure filled the air, echoing off the walls of the bunker in a symphony of ecstasy, she felt herself hurtling towards the edge of oblivion. With one final, earth-shattering cry, Y/N surrendered herself to the ecstasy of her release, her body convulsing with pleasure as she was consumed by the overwhelming tide of sensation that washed over her. 

As Dean pressed a gentle kiss to Y/N's forehead, she closed her eyes and sighed contentedly, her heart felt heavy realising what she just had done.  

-- 

As Dean entered the library, his brow furrowed with concern, he couldn't help but notice the absence of Y/N's presence. His heart sank at the sight, a sense of unease settling over him like a dark cloud. "Hey, where's Y/N?" Dean asked, his voice tinged with worry as he turned to face Sam noticing his emotions. 

Sam's expression darkened at Dean's question, a heavy weight settling in the pit of his stomach as he struggled to find the right words to say. "She... she left," he admitted, his voice barely above a whisper. 

Dean's heart skipped a beat at Sam's revelation, a sense of dread washing over him as he waited for Sam to continue. "She broke up with me," Sam confessed, his voice thick with emotion. "Said something about... about cheating on me and not being able to look me in the eyes anymore." 

Dean's heart shattered at Sam's words, the realization hitting him like a ton of bricks. He had never meant to hurt his brother, had never intended for things to spiral out of control like this. And yet, here they were, facing the consequences of his actions. 

"I'm sorry, Sam," Dean murmured, his voice heavy with regret. But Sam just shook his head, his eyes filled with pain and betrayal. he said quietly. "I should have seen it coming. I should have known..." 

As Sam's words echoed in the quiet of the library, Dean's heart clenched with a mixture of guilt and sorrow. He knew that Sam blamed himself for what had happened, but Dean couldn't shake the feeling that he was the one ultimately responsible for driving Y/N away. 

"I should have seen the signs, should have known something was wrong." 

With a heavy sigh, he reached out to place a comforting hand on Sam's shoulder, offering what little solace he could in the face of their shared grief. 

"We'll get through this, Sam," Dean murmured, his voice tinged with determination.  

And as they sat there in the quiet of the library, their hearts heavy with the weight of their shared sorrow.  

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[minkkumaz]

I'VE NEVER DONE THIS BEFORE, TEACH ME?

the basic idea of romeo and juliet's balcony scene is the feeling of loving someone you aren't supposed to love. so why is idol kim seungmin knocking on your second - story window? why does he keep coming to you even though he knows it's forbidden?

PAIRING kim seungmin x fem!reader WC 1.7k TAGS forbidden love trope. friends to lovers. fluff. angst if you squint. intense kissing. cussing. OMI NOTE my first work here <3 i really enjoyed writing this but it's definitely not proofread aha.

the tragedy of romeo and juliet, a play written by william shakespeare. there’s a famous scene within the sonnet, where juliet sits atop the balcony that connects to her bedroom; where ultimately she ponders as to why must her one true love, romeo, be apart of her rival family. they’re forbidden to be together, yet their love for one another is so immense.

it was almost as if you were living some parts of the story when you found out kim seungmin was a well - known idol. you felt like the two of you were destined to be together, like it was written in the stars. but it wasn’t going to work out, you knew that.

you heard him calling behind you that night he got recognized by two girls. you were internally grateful that they didn’t even notice you because of how blinded they were by him. the pavement was damp with nightly mist, and the sound of your heavy footsteps ultimately drowning out his voice.

as soon as you arrived home, you kicked off your shoes at the door and ignored your parents’ questions such as, “where have you been, y/n? your curfew ended ten minutes ago.”

you never entered your bedroom with such a heavy heart. pulling out your laptop and violently typing up the name kim seungmin, only to be met with millions of search results.

kinfo.com: kim seungmin is one of the eight members of south korean boy group stray kids, under the company jyp, leader in entertainment.

straykidsupdates.com: has everyone seen seungmin in the most recent comeback? he’s totally cute and definitely carried that s-class pre chorus! instagram.com/realstraykids: stray kids (스트레이 키즈) official instagram

you closed your laptop before falling back into the pillows on your bed and letting out a heavy sigh. heartbroken was an understatement, you were so upset. if he had told you earlier you wouldn’t have let yourself fall in love with him.

the day you met seungmin was a run in at a small cafe you were wanting to try out (which now made so much more sense considering it was across the street from the jyp building). he wasn’t paying attention to where he was looking, causing him to bump into you and make you drop your food. you were not looking for any payment whatsoever, but he was insistent.

before you knew it, he was paying for your food and sitting down in front of you to make small talk and apologize. 

the conversation you had with him went on until the sun barely peaked over the horizon. it was starting to get dark outside and the cafe cashier was getting very sick of the two of you. with full stomachs and happy grins, he walked you home.

afterwards, you met almost every week for months just to talk and hang out. you grew to love the person he was, and the feeling was most definitely mutual. despite this, he never bothered to share his work life and you never bothered to look him up on google.

now, you sat extremely frustrated and crying. your pillows grew a wet patch from your tears. how could you forget him? the blankets you snuggled with did an adequate job at comforting you, though you knew seungmin was the best at that.

barely an hour passed before there was a quiet knock at your window. at first you thought it was the wind, but your suspicions were proved wrong when it knocked a little harder and less infrequent.

you got up from you bed and trudged to open your curtains, being met with a very familiar, puppy - dog - like boy. your eyes went wide.

“what the fuck? seungmin what are you doing at my window?” you whisper shout, feeling the cool air blow through your bedroom as you opened the window.

“you weren’t answering your phone, and you never let me explain.” seungmin panted a little, lodging himself between two thick tree branches.

“it’s unsafe to be climbing this tree! it’s been here longer than i’ve been alive. what happened to the front door?” you pulled him into your bedroom, trying to be as quiet as possible.

“we both know you’ve broken curfew three times this past week, your parents would never let me inside to talk to you.” he sighed, sitting on your windowsill.

“jeez, seungmin. you’re such an idiot…” you mumble with defeat.

“listen, i’m so sorry i haven’t told you about being a whole idol thing. i was going to, trust me, i just never got around to it.” “way to go for an explanation. you know we can’t do this min.” “why do you think i never told you? so i could lose the one person that actually liked me for the person i am, rather than the things i could provide?” he admit.

“i don’t think i can mentally date a kpop idol, seungmin. i really really like you but, theres so many complications.” you turn your back to him so he can’t get too close of a look at your puffy face.

suddenly his hand interlocked with yours, pulling you back a little.

“y/n, come out with me. let me show you that we can work. that this is worth it.” 

you couldn’t bring yourself to fully look at him, scared that his cute pouty face would convince you. “i can’t sneak out seungmin… my parents would kill me.” “then let them kill you, don’t give up on us, please. just this one night for me to show you how dear you are to me.” he lifts your chin up with his hand, frowning at the tear marks on your face. 

“but i’ve never done this before, will you teach me?” you sniff sadly.

“i won’t let you get caught. just follow my lead okay?” seungmin let go of your face and went to stuff pillows under your blankets, making a somewhat believable body. whilst doing so, you slipped on a different pair of shoes quickly.

he made sure to click off your lights before leading you towards the window. it wasn’t too bad of a climb down, but you were nervous nonetheless. 

“hold onto my hand, i’ll tell you where to step.” he gently held onto you so you could safely get down with him. as soon as your shoes hit the grass, a sense of euphoria overcomes you. there was so much excitement about disobeying the strict rules your parents laid on you, but you couldn’t hide the underlying worry.

“see? and that was the hard part.” he smiles at you, still hand and hand.

seungmin takes you to a parked car a few houses down from your own. the top was pulled down and there was an extremely prominent bouquet of lilies in the passenger seat. when it came into view, you squeezed his hand and grinned.

“how’d you know i liked lilies?” you replaced yourself with the flowers, sitting down comfortably with them in your lap.

“i didn’t, but i’m glad i made the right choice.”

the houses of your neighborhood passed by in a blur, all of them merging together as the car sped up. the breeze was cold, but you didn’t seem to mind. there was a feeling of warmth you felt when you were with seungmin, and this wasn’t any different.

there was a comfortable silence between you guys. neither of you bothered to say anything, basking in the presence of one another.

when he pulled up to the parking lot of a nearby park, you finally spoke.

“you took me to a park in the middle of the night to prove how much you want to be with me?” you ask.

“here, you’ll see.” seungmin took off his seatbelt and crawled into the back seat, motioning you to join him. 

you abide, leaning over the center console towards him, still being careful not to ruin anything. as you plop yourself next to him, he pulls you to snuggle up against his chest. you could hear his heart beating a thousand miles per minute, but you could argue that yours was beating faster.

“look up.” he points towards the sky and your gaze follows.

stars. they dazzled, lightening the velvety night sky. they vary in size and brightness, forming intricate patterns that make you dizzy. 

“it’s beautiful, seungmin.” you look over at his face, illuminated by the moonlight above. his features look much more perfect when you’re close.

“we’re all so similar to stars, y/n.” he started, rubbing circles into one of your hands, “there are so many that shine brightly in the sky, but you’re the only one i really care about.”

“gosh seungmin, you’re such a flirt.” you laugh, “but you’re an idol, you were trained to be charming.”

“i’m serious, y/n. you’re right in the sense that dating as an idol is really fucking hard. but my love for you is so real. shouldn’t that overpower it? nobody but my friends and the company have to know.”

you move your head away from his chest to look at him,”you love me?”

“of course i love you, y/n. i would be a fool not to.” he lifts you closer to him so you’re straddling his lap. when you move your hands up to cover your blushing face, he stops you. “you’re so pretty.” he whispers. “we’ll figure out everything i promise. i just need to be with you.”

“then be with me.” you affirmed, taking a small step closer to his face.

the distance between you and seungmin narrows slowly, and you can smell the sweet scent of his cologne, making you even more aware of his presence.

there are butterflies swarming in your stomach, convincing you that none of this is real. but as soon as his lips connected with yours, you were absolutely sure it was.

for the first few seconds, it was sweet. but the overwhelming feeling of so much love quickly turned into desperation. 

something that he’s been waiting for in all the months of knowing you finally was his. the kiss lasted for what seemed like forever, evident by the redder your lips became.

it wasn’t until you were interrupted by a buzzing that shook the car seat. a mere string of saliva connected the two of your bruised lips. you looked around cluelessly before your phone, before seeing recognizable caller id.

“fuck, my dad’s calling me.”

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[justkeeptrekkin]

Resurrection and The Second Coming

There is a recurring motif in season 2, and that is the image of resurrection and being raised from the dead. I think this all points to what will happen in season 3 and tie into the Second Coming plot that was mentioned by Metatron. I’m not sure what exactly it’s indicating, obviously, but here are the clues:

1) 25 Lazuri miracle

I enjoyed the reference to Lazarus, and I found it quite striking! It IS interesting, isn’t it Crowley, that Heaven measure miracles by how many times it could have brought someone back from the dead?

And isn’t it interesting that Aziraphale and Crowley, combined, could bring back 25 human lives with a single, half-arsed miracle?

I’m getting the impression that bringing people back to life and the power to resurrect is going to be a bigggggg deal in the future plot.

2) The opening credits

The opening credits have been said to hold a few clues for season 3. One of the things I've noticed is that there’s plenty of apocalypse and hell imagery, none of which we see in season 2. For example, above, we see A and C moving underground, like they’re navigating some route to the underworld. Then we see them leading a growing crowd of people through a very traditional portrayal of hell, with fire and giant spiders etc., through the blitz, through a SPACE (?) and a very modern perspective of the apocalypse, with scrapheaps and riots. 

There’s a LOT to unpack in that, but what I want to focus on here is the concept of the afterlife. We’re presented with an almost Dante-esque, Ancient Greek view of Hell: A and C are walking through dim tunnels to a fiery, wretched view of the underworld. Where is this??? In the show, I mean??? We’ve never seen this version of hell. as far as we know, it has always been the bureaucratic landscape that we’ve seen in S1 and S2. We can assume it’s always looked like this because Heaven has always had the office-style setting since even Job’s time. 

So what are we seeing here? A and C leading people to Hell? Then... walking out of it!? It is very reminiscent of the ancient myths of Greek heroes attempting to bring the souls of their loved ones back to Earth. 

And, notably, we do not see either of them walk through heaven in the opening credits. 

Who are they leading through this opening credits scene and why?

3) Give me Coffee or Give me Death

I don’t actually have a lot to say about this other than there was a lot of emphasis on the name of the shop. Possibly just because it’s a fuckin’ cool name for a cafe... but even Metatron makes a pointed remark about it. 

Call me a tin-hat bitch, but I actually have a feeling that Nina, who is sooooo hyperaware of all the bizarre events going on around her-- to the point that she’s lucid at Aziraphale’s party-- is an angel. I think she was removed from the Book of Life, so no one knows she ever existed as an angel. She seems to have some connection with the supernatural, with Sight, and perhaps, given the name of her shop, the afterlife. 

4) The Resurrectionist and Mr Dalrymple

The whole minisode of The Resurrectionist was bizarre-- I really enjoyed it, but it does make 100% sense that it’s referred to as a minisode. Because it feels oddly separate from the plot (until of course we find out the connection with Beelzebub and Gabriel). Even then, though, it’s a little jarring. 

WHY this particular flashback in history? 

And WHY do B and G meet there in the first place? Out of all the places for them to meet in the universe? 

This is another rather heavyhanded hint towards the concept of resurrection and being raised from the dead. Mr Dalrymple, ethics aside, is using the dead to bring life to others. He’s giving the dead a new lease on life. 

And, listen, I’m a fan of the classics, so the connections to Shelley’s Frankenstein is VERY blatant-- bringing in the question of morality and playing god and the creation of life and modern prometheus and responsibility and resurrection etc. AND Dr Jekyll and Mr Hyde. (The latter especially in the sense that Stevenson was a doctor from Edinburgh.) 

I just think the minisode is another example of a thread left untied in season 2. 

5) Gabriel’s prophecy

“I remember when the morning stars sang together and all the angels of god shouted for joy.” (A reference to Job, see below)

“There will come a tempest and darkness and great storms. And the dead will leave their graves and walk the earth once more. And there will be great lamentations. Everyday is getting closer.” 

I mean, what else is there to say here? This is explicitly a prophecy about what will happen later in the story-- the dead returning and walking the earth. This HAS to be a reference to the Second Coming, which I talk about more in point 9. 

What if this is hinting at a giant rehaul of heaven and hell? The living and the dead facing true judgement?

6) Zombies in the blitz

Have any of you noticed that we’ve seen plenty of Heaven and Hell, but the only time we’ve ever seen any signs of human beings in said afterlife is with the Nazis? It only occurred to me while piecing this post together, but we’ve never seen anyone in heaven aside from angels. No saints, no good people who went to the good place. In hell we’ve seen lots of shuffling people, but honestly I’ve always thought they were demons. Now, we’re seeing the check-in process in Hell, which I thoroughly enjoyed, but... it’s just occurred to me that it’s the only time we’ve explicitly seen any human afterlife in hell rather than just demons.

What does it mean? Not sure. Perhaps it’s hinting at what will occur in season 3. Perhaps it’s suggesting that there is a major fault in how heaven and hell actually organise human afterlife. Maybe the system is broken beyond the institutional abuse we’ve seen among the angels and demons...

ANYWAY.  

Zombies are undead. Life resurrected. Lazarus kinda. Right? Obvious connection. But what *is* interesting is that these Nazis specifically were resurrected as a part of the plot to survey A and C. Out of all the people to bring to life... they are a pretty depressing and unsettling choice. Even if they’re like, comedically terrible/evil. Eek. 

Lazarus, after all, was supposed to be a good guy. (I think. Jesus brought him back to life after all.)

7) Job’s children

The various versions of this story I’ve looked at have been fantastically vague about what Job heard and what happened to him at the end-- which is, I gather, the whole point. The message appears to be about having faith in God. It’s a test of faith and love for the Almighty. 

But like, even the idea of the children being returned to life is vague. In some versions it looks like he gets his original kids back plus more, in others, it’s not specified. In this version, we see Crowley’s kindness in saving them in the form of metamorphosis (at least temporarily). Job’s children aren’t brought back to life as such, then, but they are returned to Job. In a way, the whole of this series is bringing stories back to life by retelling them on the screen. (Stop it, I know it’s a stretch...)

8) Magic tricks

Ok, so the most famous magic tricks in the book are the idea of DEATH EVADING ESCAPADES! Such as sawing a body in half. Or, in Aziraphale’s case, the bullet catch. 

I dunno where I'm going with this, but it feels relevant. Especially given that there’s the whole scare of ‘oh no we can’t use miracles! I could be discorporated! Then there’s all the paperwork... for RESURRECTION...’

9) The Second Coming

So, I am not all too familiar with the Second Coming. It appears across various religions and interpretations of the scripture. 

My understanding of it is LIMITED even after research, so I would appreciate others chipping in if they can clarify for me and for others. 

- It involves Jesus returning to Earth (often during a time of war and destruction among humans, though not in every religion).

- Jesus’ second coming to Earth will trigger Judgement Day. The living and the dead will be judged on whether they go to heaven or to hell. 

- Some Jehovah’s Witnesses believe that the second coming of Jesus occurs after Armageddon and brings the ‘conclusion of the system of things’. A giant rehaul, I think.  

- For Catholics, the second coming will cause ‘the fullness of the reign of God and the consummation of the universe and mankind.’ What this essentially means is that mankind and the universe get to share in Jesus’ resurrection, so the dead will walk again. Just as God manifested himself through Jesus once, now, God will appear through the whole of mankind and the universe. Personally, I've always appreciated this interpretation of God-- that the Holy Spirit is everywhere and in everything, rather than a person in the sky.

- Catholics also believe that “at the moment of Jesus' arrival, three events will happen all at once in an instant, in the blink of an eye: the living will die, the universe will be transfigured, and the dead will be resurrected, judged, and recompensed. After this single instant or moment, the church does not know what will happen for the rest of eternity - only that the damned will continue to be in hell and the saved will continue to experience the beatific vision.” (thank you Wikipedia)

- Most religions see it is as the final true judgement of God over mankind. 

Conclusions

I don’t know what it all means, but I think it all boils down to the Second Coming, the final judgement, and perhaps a big reshuffle of heaven and hell. 

In my opinion, Heaven and Hell as we know it in the show will be completely deconstructed and reconstructed. I think perhaps Metatron has been the ‘man behind the curtain’, an imposter meddling with mankind, their prophecies, and even the Book of Life. 

Perhaps, all of these little hints are an example of Metatron’s ‘Second Coming’ plan bleeding through whatever reality we’re in. 

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[xetswan]

Youngest Shadow- The Game

Seven | Eight | Nine

warning: slight homophobia

Longest chapter so far with almost 4k words

Jessica and I have been practicing outside, Angela taking pictures. Only practicing since Jessica has nagged me for the past few days now. Trying to spike on me every time we do so. Eric was studying the prom fliers, “Monte Carlo? That’s our theme?” Jessica frowns at the lame theme that was chosen for this year. “Gambling, tuxedos and Bond. James- Ow!” She threw a ball roughly at Eric’s face, I smirk. 

“Oh. My. God.” Angela exclaims, who was once scanning to take more pictures is now frozen in place. We follow to where she was staring and it was just my sister and Edward showing up to school together. I hadn’t really been speaking to Alice and Jasper after the night with their family. Overhearing that it was destined for me to have a near death experience just for me to know who I was in my past lives and they knew it was going to happen. It also works because I hate attention, something I know Bella hates too. 

Throughout the rest of the day Jasper and Alice would stare at me, trying to pull me aside to talk to me only for me to ignore them and hurry off to a different area or sit somewhere else if we shared a class. But at the end of the day it was a waste when Alice came up to me, taking my hand in hers. “Hey, what’s going on lovebug?” I gave her a look for the stupid nickname and she laughs. “Sorry, but seriously why are you avoiding us?” She pouts, I lick my lips getting ready to actually say it but then something stops me once I lock eyes with her. 

“I needed some time to think about us.” I tell her, “I’m having a hard time with everything, trying to understand and I overwhelmed myself at your place I felt embarrassed.” I lied, I was fine with the whole vampire thing surprisingly. That’s not what bothered me. What bothered me was the fact that she knows I’m going to have a near death experience and won’t even warn me. I don’t understand how that’s protecting me. Maybe I’ll bring it up later. 

“Ah, that makes sense. I’m sorry it’s so overwhelming for you, my lovebug.” She moves my hair behind my ear sending shivers down my spine. It honestly made me forget how many people were around, until we get shouted at. “What the fuck?” A guy yelled, I step away from Alice and we turn to see some guy I don’t think I’ve ever seen before in school. “You guys gay or some shit?” He laughs, my eyebrows furrow as Alice glares at him. 

“Y’all should kiss!” His friends hit him in the shoulders like he did something with that. I glance over and see Jasper staring at the scene as well. “Kiss! Kiss! Kiss!” The three guys all laugh, I flick them off and they just laugh harder. 

“I need to go, my dad made plans. Just um, come over later.” I tell her, walking away to my bike, getting my helmet on and riding off as quick as possible due to the embarrassment I just had to endure. I ended up coming to the cafe later than Bella which meant I was super late.

There were a group of basketball players outside and I mentally cursed seeing Mike there as well. “[Name]! I didn’t know you were a lesbo!” One of the guys shouted at me and my eyes widen but I try to ignore it, heading towards the door but he blocks it. “Does her man know?” His arm was on the door and he leaned on it. I stare up at him not saying anything. “What?” You got something to say?” He asks, I take my helmet off, putting it on the ground, staring back up at him. I take a deep breath. “I asked you something.” He repeats, I take a step back. In the corner of my eye I see my dad stand up from his spot in the booth. Bella seemed alarmed. “Come on, man. She don’t deserve this plus her dad’s the chief.” Mike puts a hand on his shoulder but the guy doesn’t back up. I dip my hand into my front pocket of my jeans.

“Does your dad know you like-” I take my hand out and spray him with the pepper spray Charlie gave me. He stumbles back holding his eyes and screaming in pain. The cafe door swings open. What happened!?” He angrily asks, “Nothing, sir. He went too far, he was antagonizing her.” Mike blurts out, the kid groans outloud but the group pushes him away. Charlie turns to look at me. “What the hell was that, [Name]?” He grabbed onto my arms as I try my hardest to look away from him. “[Name] Swan, answer me right now.” 

“I don’t want to talk about it!” I exclaim, tears welling in my eyes. “Please.”

His grip loosens, his gaze softening as well. “Are you okay at least?” 

“I’m fine.” I sniffle, wiping my eyes, he lets me go and grabs my helmet for me. “I should wash my hands.” I lift up my hand that’s covered in the pepper spray, I didn’t wipe my eyes with this hand don’t worry. He sighs, shaking his head, pushing me inside. Cora the waitress who knows about my whole life from dad places a hand on my back. “You alright, sweetheart.” I just nod, heading straight for the bathroom to wash my hands quickly then going back to the booth with my sister and dad. 

The dinner ends up being a little awkward as they talk to each other but treat me like they need to walk on egg shells. I forced myself to eat so I don’t have to talk much so I just listen to them. 

After getting home I rush straight to my room where they were already standing, I shut the door, locking it right away and collapsing on my bed. Wanting to just sob and go to sleep but I know I should talk to them. Definitely not about what I heard though, I’m already exhausted from pepper spraying a basketball player. Alice sits behind me, motioning for me to lay on her. I end up just putting my head on her lap and she plays with my hair. 

I stare up at Jasper, he steps closer, wiping my cheek that had a tear fall. I noticed how his face seemed stiffer than normal. I then remembered how it hurts him to be around people still. His thirst stronger than the others. 

“I saw what happened, I’m sorry we didn’t stop it.” Alice apologizes, I look up at her and she seemes extremely beat up over it. I place my hand on top of hers. “It’s okay, don’t worry.” I attempt to assure her. She smiles gently. “I won’t go near you at school anymore. You don’t deserve to go through that.” She tells me, I sit up from her lap. “What? No, let them talk.” I grab her hand tighter even though I know she barely feels it. “But-” 

“I know how I am with attention but I don’t care anymore. Plus I have my pepper spray.” I wink and they both laugh quietly. “Are you sure, darling?” Jasper questions, I pull him closer to me, having him actually sit down now. “Of course, let them talk. What else are they going to do?” I shrug, Alice stands up, going over and sitting on my lap. “If that’s what you want.” She kisses my nose softly. I nod, “It is.”

We then sit there silently and I think about my thoughts from before. I know I’m not going to bring it up to them but I want to so badly understand their thinking. Understand why they do what they do. 

“You’re anxious.” Jasper states, I suck on the inside of my cheek not respnding. “Why?” Alice questions. “Just wondering about how that would play out.” I lie, well partially. 

“Mmm, it will be okay. We’ll be there. Also, we want to take you somewhere tomorrow. Edward will be picking you and Bella up.” She stands up from my lap, she takes Jasper’s hand but I stop both of them from leaving. 

“Wait, I want to um.. I want to try something.” I tell them, getting up from my bed, first taking Alice’s face in the palm of my hands. She smiles, automatically knowing what I’m doing she closes her eyes. I lean slowly, my heart racing as I kiss her lips longer than a few seconds. I push away after a little bit, we both look up to see Jasper watching and I chuckle, pulling him towards me and doing the same thing. 

“I’ll see you both tomorrow.” I wave them off and not even seconds later they’re gone. 

A few hours later my mom ends up calling me, I pick it up lazily knowing that either Bella or Charlie had told her what happened. I hear loud noises in the background fading away. “[Name]!” it was my moms voice yelling, I jolted away from my own hand then go back to it. “Yes, mom?” I ask, “I heard you pepper sprayed someone! What did he do?” She says, I throw my head back annoyed. 

“Mom, I’m fine.” I tell her but I knew she wouldn’t be satisfied with that answer. “[Name]” She warns me. “Mom, please.” I nervously say. “I will have your father investigate what happened if you do not tell me right now.” Of course she pulls that out, “You don’t have to do that.” I tell her. 

“It was just a guy calling me a lesbo or whatever. No biggie.” I quickly say, this happened before in Arizona, I’ve been called names my whole life. Especially for not liking guys and never having a boyfriend. “If it’s no biggie why’d you punch?” She interrogates me, I roll my eyes like before. “I was cornered.” That wasn’t a lie necessarily. She hums, still not satisfied. “Who’s the girl, [Name].” She says and it felt like my eyes pop out of my socket. “Mom!”

“Oh, come on [Name]. I know my daughter.” She laughs, “Who is she?” She repeats herself and I sigh. “Her name is Alice.” She squeals in laughter. “Mom!” I whine for her to stop. “I’m sorry! I’m just happy you found someone.” She tells me. “Well, actually it’s her and her boyfriend.” I bite my lip waiting for judgement. 

“Hey, I can’t judge your lifestyle. Two people?” She excitedly laughs and I shake my head. “Please don’t tell anyone. No one knows except Bella and that’s because they’re also apart of the Cullen family.” I sigh, picking at my finger nails. “Woww I need to see what these people look like if both of my daughters decided to date them.” She jokes, I smile to myself just happy she’s not upset with my dating life even though I know it is definitely out of the ordinary. 

“Well, I should get going to bed mom. I love you.” I say, “Oh, I love you too, goodnight!” She blows kisses over the phone and i press the button to hang up. Finally laying down for the night and going to bed. 

The next day I was sitting with Charlie as Bella came into the room. Charlie is currently cleaning his rifle, he goes to greet her but she cuts him off. “I have a date with Edward Cullen. [Name] does too with his foster brother.” She announcses and I quietly laugh at his facial expression as he glances between the both of us. “They’re too old for you two.” He responds. “We’re both juniors plus Jasper is only a Senior. Also I thought you liked the Cullens.” She says, I tilt my head agreeing with her. “And I thought you weren’t interested in any of the boys in town.” Charlie brings up, she seems frustrated. “Edward doesn’t live in town and its in the early stage- and whatever he’s outside right now.” This even causes me to stop every movement I was making like my dad just did. “Now? He’s out there?” 

“He wants to meet you. Officially.” She tells him. “Good.” Charlie cocks his rifle. I snicker, earning a look from her. “Be nice, okay? He’s important.” He nods reassuring her, she goes to the door and opens it to reveal her new boyfriend. “Cheif Swan I wanted to formally introduce myself. I’m Edward.” He extends his hand and Charlie hesitantly takes it grunting a small hello. “I won’t keep the two out late tonight. We’re just going to play baseball with my family.” He informs him also informing us because we had no idea either. “Bella’s going to play baseball?” Charlie is shocked, definitely because Bella doesn’t play sports. “Yes sir, that’s the plan.” He nods. “Well, more power to you I guess.” 

“They’ll be safe with my family, I promise.” Edward makes eye contact with him to show him he was being serious. He exits and as I get up Charlie holts both of us from following. “You both got that pepper spray- [Name] I know you do.” I laugh at his words. “Dad.” Bella shakes her head, we then both leave and climb into this massive jeep. “Your father thinks you should go to an all-girls school.” Edward says to Bella in an amused tone. 

“No fair, reading Charlie’s mind.” I sat in the backseat and I notice the baseball cap the same time as Bella. “And since when do vampires like baseball?”

I mentally cringed to that question. “It’s the American past time. Plus, there’s a thunderstorm coming. It’s the only time we can play. You’ll see why.” He explains and now I’m perked up at the thought of seeing my two play. Watch them in action of a sport I actually really enjoy. 

We finally get through the clearing of woods, it was a field and there were storm clouds erupting in the sky. The jeep comes to a stop, Esme and Emmett come over to greet us, Emmett helping me down. I look around for Jasper and Alice, “Good thing you’re here. We need some umpires.” Esme smiles sweetly. Emmett has a wicked grin caused by her words. “She thinks we cheat.” He laughs. “I know you cheat.” She turns to both of us. “Call em how you see em girls.” She pats us. I see Alice on the pitchers mound and she gives me a quick wave before speaking up. “It’s time!” Right then a rumble of thunder shakes and I grip onto Bella excitedly. We both stand right by Esme who’s the catcher. Alie pitches and Rosalie smashes the ball with an aluminum bat. It cracks loudly right when a thunder hits at the same time. “Now I get why you need thunder.” My sister says. The ball goes right into the forest, Edward running after it. 

“That has to be a home run.” Bella insists as we wait. “Edward’s very fast.” Was all she said in return. Rosalie darts around the bases, it looks like a blur but Edward rasces out with the ball whipping to home plate. Esme catches it milliseconds before Rosalie slides in. 

“You’re out?” Bella says questioning herself and I sadly nod as I was kind of rooting for Rosalie. Esme nods too. Next up is Carlisle and he hits a line drive, Emmett and Edward race for it, colliding with one another with so much force it felt like I could feel it all in the ground like a mini earthquake. They end up missing the ball anyway, Carlisle is safe. I cheer for him, everyone smiles, almost.

Jasper is up and I watch him and Alice make eye contact and I fall in awe. Jasper whacks the ball into the forest like Rosalie just did. Before they can go after it Alice gasps and they all come to a stop. “Stop! I didn’t see them!” She shouts, Jasper pulling me behind him, Rosalie coming to my side as well. “They’re traveling so quickly.” Alice says in a worried tone. 

“You said they left the country.” Rosalie exclaims. “They did but then they heard us.” Alice looks at Edward. “And changed their minds.” Edward turns to Bella. “Put your hair down.”

Alice races over, shoving a hat onto my head. “They smell you too.” She sadly says and I raise an eyebrow. I thought no one was effected by my blood?

“Like that will help. I could smell her across the field.” Edward ignores Rosalie as he arranges Bella’s hair a certain way. “I shoudn’t have brought you here. I’m so sorry.” Edward says to Bella specifically. They all turn towards the forest and there’s three vampires that emerge out. I look down to their bare feet then back up to their dark red eyes. The one with darker skin and long hair lifts his hand up to show the baseball. “I believe this belongs to you.” He tosses the ball to Carlisle who catches it with ease. He smiles politely. “Thank you.” 

“Could you use three more players?” He questions. “Of course.” Carlisle nods. “I’m Laurent, this is Victoria and James.” He introduces them. 

“Would you like to bat first?” Carlisle asks, Laurent ends up with the bat.  I stand with Edward and Rosalie with my sister near the jeep. I watch Edwards eyes lock with James. “I’m afraid your hunting activities have caused something of a mess for us.” Carlisle says. 

“Our apologies. We didn’t realize the territory had been claimed.” Laurent responds and to be frank he seemed nice and genuine but the other two… I don’t know. “Yes, we maintain a permanent residence.” The three have a shared look of surprise from his words.  

“Really? Well we won’t be a problem anymore.” Laurant quickly tells everyone. “The humans were tracking us but we led them east.” The Victoria girl says just as Jasper pitches the ball, Laurent slams it but Alice is already up in a tree in a flash, she catches the ball with a thwap sound as it met her hand. Laurent looked pissed as James smiles, obviously glad he met worthy opponents. 

James is next and it was like a power slam, he runs past first base then Edward, then us two, then wind moves Bella’s hair and before I even realize it James comes to a complete stop. His head whips around to Bella and I, his nostrils flare. “You brought some snacks.” Alice rushes over to me, clinging onto my arm as Jasper was now in front of me beside Edward. 

The Cullens now all in a position. “The girls are with us.” Carlisle says, “We won’t harm them” Laurent reassures him, trying to diffuse the situation. “Just try it.” Emmett says, practically looking for a fight. 

“I think it’s best you leave.” Carlisle says, Rosalie puts her hand on Emmett to calm him down. “Yes, I can see the game is over. We’ll go now.” He says, turning to walk away but looks back. “James.” His hand goes onto the guys shoulder finally getting him to walk away. 

Once they’re gone Esme collects the bats. “Get them out of here. We’ll follow them.” Carlisle says, running off with Jasper and Rosalie towards the other three. Edward scoops up Bella as Alice rushes me to the jeep. Both of them strap us in like little kids. “James is a tracker. I saw his mind. The hunt is his obsession and my reaction set him off.” The two get in and Edward whips the jeep around. As Edward explains things to Bella I look at Alice. “How come my scent effects him?” I whisper to her. “I don’t know, I think it’s like Edward said he’s a hunter.” She sits by me and holds me close to her. 

“The first place he’ll go is your house. He’ll track your scent from there.” Edward says and I jump up as Bella looks horrified. “What?! Charlie’s there, he’s in danger because of me! Because of us!” She shouts and I start breathing heavily, Alice take my hand and tries to soothe me. “Then we’ll lead the tracker away from him somehow.” He calmly replies and I just knew it was to calm Bella down but it’s not working. 

Bella bursts into the house as I sit outside. “I said leave me alone!” Bella yells. “Bella don’t do this. Just think about it please.” Edward pleads and if i didn’t know what was happening I would’ve believed this. “Get out it’s over.” She slams the door and I end up going in a few seconds later. “Bella? What happened?” Charlie asks, his face full of worry. “I have to get out of this place. Out of Forks. I’m leaving and so is [Name].” Bella runs up the stairs, Charlie follows her. My heart breaks as I have to go along with it too. Bella slams the door behind her and he looks down at me. “What happened?” He asked.

I shrugged, “Dad it’s best for us to go. You saw how people treat me.” I explain my part of the reasoning. I walk to my room and Alice stood there handing me my bag. I stand in my room for a little bit then I peck her lips before jogging back over. “I thought you liked him?” Charlie asks and I obviously missed a little bit of the conversation. “That’s why I have to leave. I don’t want this I want to go home.” Bella says. 

Bella then goes to charge down the stairs but Charlie follows her. “Your mother’s not even in Phoenix.” Charlie reminds her. “She’ll come home. I’ll have [Name] call her.” 

“You can’t drive home now. I’ll take you two to the airport tomorrow morning.” I watch his facial expressions and the look makes me want to cry. “I want to drive. I need to think. I’ll pull into a motel in a few hours I promise.” She says and goes down more steps but Charlie blocks her from going further to the door. “Bells I know I’m not around much but I can change that. We can do more things together. [Name] I’ll make sure people stop bothering you. You can go on the rez with Jacob.” He pleads with us and I just hide behind Bella, not wanting to see his hurting expression any more. “Like watch more baseball on the flat screen? Or go to the Coffee shop? Same people, same steak, same berry cobbler every night? That’s you dad. Not me. Not us.” Bella exclaims and I know it hits him hard. I glance up and his eyes focus on me. “Do you… feel that way too?” His voice was soft and it partially broke. I suck in a deep breath. “Yes. I’m tired of being treated like a freak here dad.” I frown. “Bella, [Name]... I just got you two back.” I squeeze my eyes shut having a feeling where this is about to go so we can leave and as much as I don’t want her to go there we need to go. “And if I don’t get out now I’m going to get stuck here like mom did and I don’t want this for [Name] either.” Charlie looks stunned and we take that to our advantage, pushing through him and out of the door. We rush to her truck and she drives away. 

I glance back and see him staring out of the window.

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[waechan]

meeting renjun for the first time (at the cafe)

pairing: renjun huang x reader

genre: fluff, very very slight angst

wc: 530

notes: here's my second part to my meeting nct dream for the first time series! i thought this vibe matched renjun really well and i hope i did this gorgeous boy justice<3

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you were at the cafe, minding your own business, there to pickup your order that you got every morning before work. it was beautiful outside, the sun shining down on the flowers and tables that were along the dining area outdoors, the birds chirping, the wind cool.

as you wait there by the window, your eyes land on a figure. you see a man, and not just any man.

he seemed lost in his thoughts. a bit down. but boy, was he pretty.

it's almost like your body compelled you to go talk to him, and as your name gets called by the cafe worker, you pick up your drink and your legs carry you outside.

the bitter air hits you like a slap in the face, and you shiver as you take slow yet determined steps towards the man.

"what are you doing here?" you ask.

you blink a couple of times, not processing what you had just said. seriously, out of everything you could've said. no hi, no introduction, just a question, and a dumb one at that.

he turns to look at you nevertheless, his gaze empty, yet his lips turned up in a polite curve.

"ah, just thinking, is all." you didn't expect him to respond, but when he does, the soft look in his eyes almost makes you melt on the spot. your mouth opens, not really knowing how or what to respond with.

"oh! that's nice."

he nods again, and looks out towards the hills that surrounded the cafe.

"i used to come here with her."

oh. oh.

"why did you come back here then?"

to anyone else, your question might've sounded rude. to this man, it didn't sound rude at all. it actually got him thinking.

"i don't know." he whispers, and he looks down at his hands in his lap. your heart aches for him. who would be dumb enough to let him go?

"what's your name?" you say gently, scared that you'll do something to upset him.

he cracks a smile as he looks at you sheepishly.

"renjun. hwang renjun. you?"

"y/n."

he nods, as if it made complete sense.

"pretty name, y/n." he says gently. "you know, you're really unlike anyone i've met. like ever. "

you blink a couple times as you sit next to him at the table.

"why is that?"

he scoffs. "you just walked up to me and asked me why i was here. i told you, and you didn't run away."

"i don't see why i would?"

"well, for someone trying to hit on someone else, i would think a hi, how are you, how's your day would be good enough."

you instantly blush and put your hands up in defense.

"no! no, seriously you've got it all wrong, i just- you seemed interesting?"

he raises an eyebrow at you.

"is that a question-?"

"no! no, i'm telling you seemed interesting. you are interesting, i'm interested- in you."

the two of you stare at each other as your gazes meet, and you're scared you've done something wrong.

he bursts out laughing, though. and all you worries fade.

"i'm interested in you too, y/n."

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#nct dream angst #nct dream imagines #nct dream x reader #nct dream fluff #nct fluff #nct dream #renjun x reader #huang renjun