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DRS2P2 SPOILERS

I think that should've made a cut in my post? IDK I've never used it before eek..

But guys, hear me out, Jay stays evil for all of season 3 and actually DOESN'T get his memories back ever.

He doesn't remember Nya, he doesn't remember ever falling in love with her. She keeps trying to get him to remember, basically, in his eyes, stalking him and continuing to try and manipulate him into joining their side, when she was the reason he was discarded in the first place. I'm not saying he'd follow Ras like a blind puppy, more that he hates both of them, and himself with it. He believed Ras when he said he was a warrior, a fierce one at that. But then Nya came along, saying these sweet things about loving him, just to rip the little bit of true identity he had gained away from him, embarrassing him, shunning him from his savior, the past he believes he had and the only semblance of friendship he's ever had. Just for her to continue to try and sweet talk him right after she'd beaten him. I'd hate her too, honestly. Now she took some guy you don't know with her to come track you down, with the same bittersweet words of "I love you" falling from her mouth again and again. I think it'd become a parallel to the early seasons of ninjago, where Jay was desperate towards Nya's affection and attention, literal quote from s3:

"What did we talk about?"

"Right! Boundaries.."

Only now you can turn the colors around. Jay doesn't fall for Nya all over again, as much as I love Jaya, if prefer this much more from a writing standpoint. Tragic parallels my beloved!! Jay eventually does cave in and join them, purely because it's his last shot at getting a home, and getting away from the administration. He doesn't have anywhere else to go besides Ras, someone who threw him out after his first and only failure despite forgiving his other pupils for the same thing. The administration where he feels drained and empty. Or somewhere where people, at least pretend to, love him. Eventually he'll become more and more like the Jay we know, but he'll always be damaged. He'll always be broken. He'll always be shattered. And he'll still beat your high scores, Cole.

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richie jerimovich x reader - richie makes carmy regret hiring the cute young waitress

wrote dis quick, messy, nd did not look over it but enjoy! :>

"so um look, natalie is going to be training you this week alright" carmy informs you as he sifts through a pile of papers scattering his desk. "you ever serve before?", "for a few months yeah, it's been getting me through college so" you twiddle your thumbs nervously. the restaurant was certainly... intimidating? going to school in chicago you had stopped by a couple times for lunch or drunk off your ass after the club. even while slurring your words you could remember how fucking good that sandwich was. even if most of it was puked up in the bushes out front.

"yo, cousin!" an abrasive voice comes stumbling through carmy's office door without warning, "sugar is out here telling me some bullshit about you hiring servers? look we don't need that shit. a sandwich comes out i fucking hand it to them, boom. why are you gonna pay some dipshit to do it for me?". you turn around to face the loud voice, being met with a tall, tan, buzzcut typical line cook with a deep accent. "jesus fucking christ, one of these 'dipshits' is standing in front of you richie." carmy yells back, obviously pained to have you witness that. "ah shit-" richie steps back to get a full length view of you, taking you in. his gaze felt like an intrusion. "i'm sorry, doll, richie jerimovich." he envelopes your hand in his calloused and rough one, introducing himself. "you know what i'm sorry, cousin, anyone with a set of eyes would hire her too" he snickers, with his hand still atop yours he takes his eyes away from you to acknowledge carmen. "cousin, get the fuck out, you fucking creep!" signaling for the door. "oh my god" richie sighs dramatically, "i'm stating the fucking obvious alright, you need marcus to come in here to tell you the same thing? yo, marcus!" carmen rushes to shove richie out the door, "i'm sorry, i couldn't help myself! look, you're beautiful, sweetheart!" he lets out one last compliment. you giggle to yourself and the man making a spectacle of himself.

carmen shuts the office door and sighs, rubbing his forehead with his tired hand. "i'm sorry, he's... he's a fucking jagoff." you appreciate the apology, but having worked in a restaurant has you accustomed to the snickers and comments from line cooks and customers alike. most of the girls usually brush it off, leaving them disgusted and a distaste for the job for the next few hours. but, your guilty pleasure has become using it to your benefit. free food from cooks, more money from tips, etc. you're sure you could work richie to your benefit just the same. "don't worry about it, he seems... nice" your ease settles carmy and he snickers, "you could say that i guess".

you follow natalie around the restaurant for the next few hours as she takes you through the front of the house and back, introducing you to everyone and all the standards. when five o clock hits, she lets you go, handing you an apron, a t-shirt. and a name tag. thanking her and setting out to find the back alley for a quick ciggy. you find richie lighting a cigarette in the dimly lit alley, "can i bum a cigarette?" you sit down beside him, smelling the smoke clinging to his shirt. "its your first day and you're asking me for shit?" he looks over at you and you notice his evident wrinkles, veins in his neck, and tired eyes. "pretty please?" you look up at him, turning your whole body to face him with a sweet smile on your face. he rolls his eyes playfully, "you know what you're doing huh?" he says as he pulls one more cigarette from its box. "open." you scrunch your eyebrows, confused at his request. his eyes shift to your lips, taking two fingers and tapping your cheek signaling for you to open your mouth. "come on," you separate your lips and he places a cigarette between them, lighting it swiftly. you feel your cheeks get warm, from the cigarette or from his words you don't know (yes you do). "thank you" you say quietly, still stunned a bit. "you know you're gonna ruin that sweet face smoking" he coughs through the lit cigarette. "oh are you telling me what to do now, richie?" you lean back, eyes entranced by the way his hands make the cigarette almost look like a lollipop stick. "a girl like you is probably looking for someone to tell her what to do, sweetheart". as you're trying to figure out whether that just pissed you off or turned you on, carmy bursts through the back door. "cousin, what the fuck are you doing?! we need you in the kitchen, now please! and leave the new girl alone, jesus" carmy yells as richie stomps on what's left of his cigarette and puts his hands up in defense. "i'm coming, fuck off. it was a pleasure, babe" he shakes your hand and makes his way inside. you peer at the closed door, listening to the muffled argument carmy and richie have in front of it. great first day.

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She Brings Home Her Pay, for Love | Eddie Munson x reader

Hello, I had this idea pop into my head on my walk home from work - I’ve been sick for a few days so here we are, delusional and needing to feel the sun’s warmth on my skin, or Eddie’s arms tbh. Enjooooyyyyyy and please leave a comment if you enjoyed it - I’m super rusty because I haven’t written in a billion years but this man has me in a chokehold. 

Warnings: violence, rude customers, swearing, alluding to sex ? 18+ mdi

[tags]: no use of y/n, fluff, fluffy fluff fluff, reader works in a record store, Eddie’s work is on strike. you know he’s a union man

The last customer finally left through the exit door, the small broken bell clanging against the pristine door. You were finally able to let out a sigh of relief and rub your hands across your tired features, your sunken and dreary eyes not getting any ounce of relief from the action. You knew better than to drag the close out so you lifted your head and with the reluctant groan your limbs let out you grabbed the shop keys, pushing yourself off the counter and towards the doors.

You didn’t hate the job, no no, you were surrounded by records, often bringing home releases before they were even publicly available. The shop was also on the busiest street so the pay was decent, above the minimum, and yet the shop remained relatively small in size -- the clientele was different though. Sometimes you had older customers who would ramble about their days, this being the only social interaction they would pry out of the repetitive days, others would be chipper, providing you with conversations stimulating enough in order to want them to continue ever on. Days like today were the worst though. First it was the rude client who didn’t say hello but stated he was there to pick something up under his name, grunting in reply to every other question. Second was the client who mockingly asked if you understood his Indiana accent -- you weren’t Indiana born and raised, no not at all. You were a New Englander and sometimes folks looked down on you for it, but not your boyfriend -- this same customer chewed you out stating that “we’re not in New England, doll.” You couldn’t stand him, you wanted to punch his lights out but instead you opted for your breathing exercises. 

The last customer, and frankly the worst was a customer who was asking about various bands that you knew you had stocked on the shelves and in record bins, just not in the section she would have expected, however, she started berating you and your dear coworkers about how improper the store was for not having “modern” music and how dare you keep her from opening the records to take a peak inside. When your coworker Jeff asked her to leave, she landed a slap across his face before his demeanour turned fridge, and his voice boomed like thunder telling her to leave of the authorities would be called, booking her for assault. You instructed Jeff to go home, ice his face, and take the next day to cool down, he could take a sick day and you’d be fine tomorrow, truthfully you were dreading it but that was just a small detail. You had a boyfriend to get home to. 

“Babe? I’m home!” You called out to your boyfriend. The frizzy haired boy poked his head from the kitchen, a mug of tea at the ready for you, a smile adorning his face until his doe eyes landed on you. His expression fell and a look of concern replaced his chipper mood. 

“Oh, oh no, what happened sweetheart?” He cooed, allowing you the space to take your shoes off. As your anxiety seeped from your very core and into your heart, to your mind, you r movements had tendency to get a little more agressive than they normally would be. It wasn’t an intentional reaction, in fact it was one you barely noticed until Eddie had pointed it out to you one day when you had calmed down -- you felt so ashamed but he didn’t mind, he would just ask you what you needed and if you needed anything from him at all, a hug, some tea, a blanket, anything. Eddie dotted on you, especially now that his work was going through some... hardships. 

“I just- customers.” You hissed out, padding over into the living room, Eddie following you like a lost puppy. You dropped your keys into the little wooden bowl that was bought so that you would remember to put them in one place, not that it worked too well. Often enough it was abandoned, forgotten, and used as a glorified decoration until something else took home in it. Something. that didn’t belong. 

After collapsing into the couch with a sigh, you gingerly took your mug of tea from Eddie and thanked him, leaning up to gently kiss his jaw as he positioned himself beside you. You drank him in, long curly hair flowing down his shoulders, bangs wildly splayed across his forehead, the sleeved of his Hellfire shirt up to his elbows with his tattoos on full display. He rejected his jeans in favour of comfort in his own home but there were still elements of Eddie, your metalhead, adorning him even in his casual loungewear -- his rings, for instance were still on his fingers, and god what you’d let him do to you with them on... but now wasn’t that time. 

“Talk to me, sweetheart.” He cooed before planting a firm kiss to your head, scooting closer, and draping his arm around your waist. You took this moment to lean your head on his shoulder before letting out a semi-relaxed sigh, eyes fixated on the steam pouring from your mug. 

“It’s just gotten tougher at work. I mean, it’s not that I don’t like the job, I do, but it’s getting repetitive in the day to day tasks. The people are getting meaner and I don’t think I’m built for that. The nicest customer I had today ignored me until I asked if she wanted a receipt and then curtly said goodbye. It’s like I’m not even a human.” you lamented. At this admission Eddie frowned, and the more you recanted your day, the more his chestnut eyes seemed to glaze over with a certain melancholy. The very last interaction nearly had him in a full rage -- Jeff was his friend after all, and he would call later to see if he was okay, but right now, you were his priority, you with the beautiful sad eyes and the gentle touch. You with a voice barely above a whisper and the tonality of a thousand hearts breaking all at once. You, his partner, his love, his life, his breath even. 

“Come here, babe.” He gently tugged the mug from your hands, his cold rings brushing your knuckles, a shiver running down your spine. “I want you to know it’s not your fault. They’re assholes and you don’t deserve to put up with their shit. They’re taking out their bad day on you and it’s not fair. You’re not their punching bag, baby. You’re so much more than that and you deserve respect. They’re just a bunch of ill mannered ass baskets and I wish I could be there to help you more directly.” His voice put you in a trance as he placed the mug gently on the coffee table and pulled you on top of him. You were both now laying on the couch horizontally as he played with your hair, toying with the smooth locks you worked hard to upkeep. “I know we’re in a bit of a,” he hesitates, “spot right now with the strike, but if you need to find a job elsewhere, if you need to take time off, just say the word. I’ll be right here.” He places a kiss on your head. The smell of stale cigarettes, perfume, motor oil, and brass consume you as you press your face to the crook of his neck, an all consuming smell that was just... home.

“I... I don’t want to be stuck here forever, Eds, I want to have a good job that I love. I feel so trapped in this corner of the labour field and I-” a shaky breath rattles your body, and in response Eddie holds you tighter. “I’m tired of being treated like shit by people who don’t know me. I’m so tired of having to tend to whoever it is that walks through those doors. I don’t know how much longer I can hold on. It’s not so much the job, it’s the people who come in... and maybe... Maybe it is the job a little..” you admit mostly to yourself. It’s the first time you’ve vocalised it. “It’s just so repetitive. Sometimes I feel so stupid, Eds. It’s such simple work and I can’t focus on it.” You let a little sob break through. Your boyfriend hushes you softly, rubbing your back in comforting circular motions. 

“It’ll be okay, just hold on to me, I’ve got you. We’ve got each other.” He whispers in a low voice, one you’ve heard many times, in many contexts, but this time it goes to your heart, bats fluttering in the hollow of your chest. “Did I ever tell you about my first job?” He asks you, you furrow your brow. “I took it to help Wayne with the bills,” he casually admits, “it wasn’t a good job, it wasn’t even a great job, but it did it because the man put up with my ass and didn’t kick me to the curb. He gave me food, shelter, love... and I needed to return the favour, or I felt like I had to. I’m not proud of what I did, but I dealt at parties and I’m just glad I don’t need to do that anymore, not that my situation is particularly sunshine and rainbows right now, sweetheart.” He sighs out, hands trailing along your spine. “Sometimes I’d get my teeth kicked in at these parties, other times I’d come home with a fractured rib, but the cash it brought in to make Uncle Wayne’s life easier was... god it was a relief. But I don’t want you to do what I did. I don’t want you to get yourself beat to bring money in for us. I’m not going anywhere, you got that sweetheart?” He coos, receiving a series of small nods from you. 

“Babe?” You hum, Eddie’s chest vibrating as he hums in return. “Have you ever just wanted to run away.” 

“Always, sweetheart. But I have you now, I’m done running.” He kisses your head gently, both of you melting into one another. Quiet ‘I love you’’s were exchanged between you that night, soft sweet nothings filled with promises you both would keep and only each other’s arms to keep you safe from the emotional baggage that would inevitably be hurled your way. None of that existed right now. It was only you and Eddie against the world. 

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5 Songs Tag - QL Shows Edition

I was tagged by @leonpob and @wanderlust-in-my-soul. Thank you so so much! 💜Negl I saw this tag game going around and I was waiting for someone to tag me because I love (Thai) BL soundtracks. I have a playlist and everything. I could rec you songs for hours. I apologise in advance for this list probably having more than 5 songs. You can't expect me to decide. You just can't.

When you get this, list 5 songs from the Asian QL media that you actually listen to.

🎶They do not have to be custom-made for the series. 🎶Non-western tracks only. Let's support Asian music and languages! 🎶Feel free to tag anyone who may be interested in participating. 🎶Add #5qls tag to your post for others to find the new favourites!

1. Noh Phouluang, พร้อมเคียง (Nitiman)

Probably the first Thai song I fell in love with (aka the song that started a ~16 hour long playlist). This song will always have a special place in my heart. Sometimes I still catch myself just humming along while I'm out shopping. Think of Nitiman what you will (personally, I loved it) but the soundtrack was really good. I'm still sad one of the songs never made it to spotify. Also, Noh has an amazing voice. I really hope he gets to sing again.

2. Pantherist, กี่เหตุผลที่ทำให้รัก (WHY R U)

There's just something about this song that's so beautiful. It's so comforting to me. Negl this song is defnitely one of my happy places.

3. พัตเตอร์ ภูเบศ, ฉันรู้ ฉันรู้ (OUR DAYS)

If you know me even a little bit, then you know I love synths and 80s vibes. I also love Our Days. It's how I discovered Palmy. Putter was a complete surprise though. Sadly it's his only song (on spotify) so far.

4. Newery, พรหมลิขิต (I WILL KNOCK YOU)

Why this song never made it to spotify I'll never know. It's perfect. The whole soundtrack for this series is perfect (as is the series itself but I digress). This is Newery singing a perfect(!!) cover of Destiny and I could listen to this for hours.

5. Kacha Nontanun, ขอลืม (THE LUMINOUS SOLUTION)

Another song that never made it to spotify and it is an outrage. Kacha's voice is heavenly and the chorus of this song hits so hard. It's so sad and haunting and soft, and it captures the series perfectly.

6. Taro Shatree, แค่เธอลอง (EVEN SUN)

I think we can all agree that Even Sun was ?? ???? but, you guys, this song! When it first came out I had it stuck in my head for WEEKS. I can't believe it's not on spotify. Taro Shatree is definitely on my radar now (even if he deleted like, half of his discography from spotify😭). Most recently he wrote and arranged this song for Boom Raweewit (Lue in Chains of Heart) that I also really like.

BONUS: Boy Sompob, ฟังใจ (LA PLUIE)

Oh no, I forgot a Boy Sompob song. This isn't right. You can't make a list of QL songs and not put Boy Sompob on it. Anyway, here's an an acoustic version of ฟังใจ. He sang this live. LIVE. I love one (1) man.

I'm tagging @cytharat @liyazaki @asianmade @singto-prachaya @respectthepetty @bengiyo (please feel free to skip this, of course 💜)

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How to Sell AAA Replica Watches: A Comprehensive Guide

In the booming world of e-commerce, replica watches hold a unique place. They are not just affordable alternatives to luxury timepieces but also a fashion statement in their own right. If you're considering entering the market of AAA replica watches, you need a solid strategy to effectively reach your audience. In this article, we will discuss how to sell AAA replica watches, with a special highlight on our e-commerce platform, Luxe Replica Watche.

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Building a loyal customer base is essential for long-term success. Providing exceptional customer service can set your brand apart from the competition. Consider implementing the following:

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Who Sells Fake Rolexes Online? Discover Luxe Replica Watches

In the world of luxury watches, Rolex stands as a symbol of prestige and success. However, the high price tag associated with authentic Rolex watches can be a barrier for many enthusiasts. This has led to a booming market for replica watches, particularly fake Rolexes. If you’re asking yourself, ‘who sells fake Rolexes online?’, you’re not alone. In this article, we’ll explore the landscape of replica luxury watches and introduce you to Luxe Replica Watches, a trusted source for high-quality replicas.

The Allure of Replica Rolex Watches

Fake Rolexes attract a wide range of buyers—from collectors looking to add to their collection without breaking the bank, to individuals who want to sport the look of luxury without the hefty expense. With the rise of e-commerce, finding these replicas has never been easier. However, not all sellers are created equal. Many online shops offer low-quality replicas that don’t do justice to the Rolex brand.

Why Choose Luxe Replica Watches?

When searching for quality fake Rolexes online, Luxe Replica Watches stands out as a reliable option. Here are some reasons why:

High-Quality Replicas: Luxe Replica Watches specializes in crafting replicas that closely resemble the original Rolex designs. From the weight of the watch to the intricate details of the dial, you’ll find that our replicas offer an authentic look and feel.

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Risks of Buying Fake Rolexes Online

While the appeal of fake Rolexes is undeniable, it’s important to proceed with caution. Here are some risks associated with purchasing replicas online:

Poor Quality: Many online vendors sell low-quality replicas that may break or malfunction shortly after purchase. Always do your research and choose a reputable seller like Luxe Replica Watches.

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Details: Pay attention to the details. Quality replicas will have accurate engravings and markings that closely resemble the original.

Conclusion

Finding fake Rolexes online can be a daunting task, but with the right knowledge and resources, it’s possible to find high-quality replicas. Luxe Replica Watches is your go-to destination for stunning and reliable fake Rolexes that give you the luxury look without the exorbitant price tag. Explore our collection today at Luxe Replica Watches and elevate your style without compromising your budget!

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Who Makes the Best Fake Rolex Watches: A Comprehensive Guide

When it comes to luxury watches, Rolex stands out as a symbol of prestige, quality, and elegance. However, the high price tag often puts these exquisite timepieces out of reach for many enthusiasts. This has led to a booming market for replica watches, particularly those mimicking the iconic Rolex designs. In this article, we'll explore who makes the best fake Rolex watches and how to find the perfect replica for your style and budget.

Understanding the Replica Market

The replica watch market has evolved significantly over the years. Initially, counterfeit watches were poorly made and easily identifiable. However, today, manufacturers have honed their craft, producing replicas that closely resemble their authentic counterparts. This has raised the question: who makes the best fake Rolex watches?

Top Brands for Fake Rolex Watches

While there are countless manufacturers creating replicas, a few stand out in terms of quality and attention to detail. Here are some of the top contenders:

Rolex Replica Watch Co. - Known for producing high-quality replicas, Rolex Replica Watch Co. focuses on accuracy and craftsmanship, ensuring their watches closely resemble the original Rolex designs.

Swiss Replica Watches - As the name suggests, this brand specializes in Swiss-made replicas. Their attention to detail and use of premium materials make them a popular choice among replica watch enthusiasts.

Luxury Fake Watches - This brand prides itself on creating replicas that not only look good but also feel authentic. Their watches often feature high-quality movements, making them a top choice for those seeking performance alongside aesthetics.

Luxe Replica Watche - With a reputation for excellence, Luxe Replica Watche offers an extensive range of fake Rolex watches that cater to various tastes and preferences. Their commitment to quality ensures that every piece is crafted with precision.

What to Look for in a Fake Rolex Watch

When searching for the best fake Rolex watches, there are several factors to consider:

Quality of Materials: High-quality replicas use premium materials that closely mimic the original Rolex. Look for watches with stainless steel cases, sapphire crystals, and genuine leather straps.

Movement Type: The movement is the heart of any watch. Swiss movements are often considered the best in the replica market, providing reliability and accuracy.

Attention to Detail: A well-made replica should closely resemble the original in terms of weight, size, and finishing. Check for the correct logo placement, engravings, and overall craftsmanship.

Customer Reviews: Research the brand and read customer reviews to gauge the quality and reliability of the watches. Look for feedback regarding the authenticity of the appearance and performance.

Why Choose Luxe Replica Watche?

At Luxe Replica Watche, we understand the desire for luxury without the hefty price tag. Our collection features some of the best fake Rolex watches on the market, crafted with precision and care. Here’s why we stand out:

Extensive Selection: We offer a wide range of replica Rolex models, ensuring that you can find the perfect watch to suit your style.

Quality Assurance: Each watch undergoes rigorous quality checks to ensure that it meets our high standards of craftsmanship.

Customer Satisfaction: We prioritize our customers and offer excellent customer support to assist you in your purchase.

Competitive Pricing: Our prices are designed to be affordable without sacrificing quality, allowing you to enjoy luxury within your budget.

Final Thoughts

Finding the best fake Rolex watches doesn’t have to be a daunting task. By understanding the replica market and knowing what to look for, you can confidently select a timepiece that embodies the elegance and sophistication of a true Rolex. Whether you’re a seasoned collector or a first-time buyer, Luxe Replica Watche is here to help you find the perfect replica that fits your style and budget. Explore our collection today and step into the world of luxury watches without breaking the bank!

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How Much Is a Fake Rolex Worth? Exploring the World of Replica Watches

When it comes to luxury watches, Rolex is often at the top of the list. However, not everyone can afford the hefty price tag that comes with an authentic Rolex. This has led to a booming market for replica watches, particularly fake Rolexes. But how much is a fake Rolex worth? In this article, we will explore the factors that determine the value of a fake Rolex and guide you through what to expect when purchasing one.

Understanding the Replica Watch Market

The replica watch market has grown significantly over the years. With advancements in technology, counterfeiters are producing replicas that closely mimic the look and feel of authentic luxury watches. This makes it difficult for the untrained eye to distinguish between the two. However, it’s essential to understand that the value of a fake Rolex can vary significantly based on several factors.

Factors Influencing the Value of a Fake Rolex

1. Quality of Craftsmanship: The quality of the materials and craftsmanship plays a crucial role in determining the worth of a fake Rolex. High-quality replicas made from durable materials can be worth more than those made from cheap plastics or metals. Brands like Luxe Replica Watche specialize in high-quality replicas that offer excellent value for money.

2. Brand Reputation: The reputation of the manufacturer also influences the value of a fake Rolex. Brands that are known for their attention to detail and quality will often command higher prices. Luxe Replica Watche is recognized for its commitment to delivering top-notch replica watches.

3. Model and Features: The specific model of the fake Rolex can greatly affect its value. Some models are more desirable than others, especially those that are popular among collectors. Features such as diamond embellishments, unique dials, or special editions can also increase the value.

4. Condition: Just like real watches, the condition of a fake Rolex will affect its worth. A well-maintained replica will hold more value than one that shows signs of wear and tear. Regular maintenance, such as cleaning and proper storage, can help you preserve the condition of your replica watch.

Price Range of Fake Rolexes

So, how much can you expect to pay for a fake Rolex? The price range can vary significantly based on the factors mentioned above. On average, a low-quality fake Rolex may cost you anywhere from $50 to $200. These watches may look decent at first glance, but they often lack durability and accuracy.

Mid-range replicas, which offer better quality and craftsmanship, can range from $200 to $500. These watches might come closer to resembling the real deal and often feature better materials and mechanisms.

For high-end replicas, such as those offered by Luxe Replica Watche, prices can range from $500 to $1,000 or more. These replicas are designed with meticulous attention to detail, making them a worthwhile investment for those who want a luxury watch experience without breaking the bank.

Where to Buy High-Quality Fake Rolexes

If you're considering purchasing a fake Rolex, it's essential to buy from reputable sources. Shopping at trusted e-commerce websites like Luxe Replica Watche ensures that you're getting a quality product that delivers great value. These retailers are known for their commitment to quality and customer satisfaction, offering a wide range of replica watches that look and feel authentic.

Final Thoughts

While a fake Rolex may never hold the same value as an authentic one, it can still provide a satisfying luxury experience for those who appreciate fine timepieces. Understanding the factors that influence the value of a fake Rolex will help you make an informed purchasing decision. Whether you're looking for an affordable option or a high-quality replica, consider exploring the offerings at Luxe Replica Watche for a luxurious experience without the hefty price tag.

Conclusion

In summary, the worth of a fake Rolex depends on various factors, including craftsmanship, brand reputation, model, and condition. With prices ranging from $50 to $1,000, there's an option for everyone. For those seeking quality replicas, Luxe Replica Watche is an excellent destination to explore.

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How Much Does It Cost to Make a Fake Rolex? Understanding the Replica Watch Market

When it comes to luxury watches, Rolex stands out as a symbol of prestige and success. However, the high price tag associated with authentic Rolex timepieces can be a barrier for many watch enthusiasts. This has led to a booming market for replica watches, particularly fake Rolexes. If you’ve ever wondered how much it costs to create a fake Rolex, this article will provide insights into the production costs, quality, and where to find reliable replicas like those available at Luxe Replica Watche.

The Cost Breakdown of Making a Fake Rolex

Creating a fake Rolex involves several factors that contribute to the overall cost. Here’s a breakdown of the primary expenses involved in manufacturing a replica:

1. Materials

High-quality materials are essential for crafting a convincing replica. Fake Rolexes are often made with stainless steel, synthetic sapphire crystals, and other materials that mimic the look and feel of authentic models. The cost of these materials typically ranges from $50 to $150, depending on the quality and type used.

2. Labor

The labor involved in assembling a fake Rolex can be significant. Skilled watchmakers require training and experience to create replicas that are visually similar to the originals. Labor costs can range from $20 to $100 per watch, depending on the complexity of the design and the level of craftsmanship required.

3. Machinery and Technology

Manufacturing replicas requires specialized machinery and technology. While the initial investment can be high, established manufacturers can produce watches at a lower cost per unit. The cost of machinery can be spread over many units, making this a less significant expense in the long run. Still, it can add anywhere from $30 to $200 to the total cost of creating a fake Rolex.

4. Marketing and Distribution

Once a replica is manufactured, it needs to be marketed and distributed. This includes branding, packaging, and logistics, which can add another $10 to $50 per watch. E-commerce platforms like Luxe Replica Watche often play a crucial role in reaching customers and facilitating sales.

The Price Range of Fake Rolexes

Taking into account the various costs outlined above, the total production cost of a fake Rolex generally falls between $100 and $500. However, the retail price can vary significantly based on several factors:

Quality of Materials: Higher-end replicas made from premium materials will naturally cost more.

Brand Reputation: Sellers with a good reputation for quality and authenticity in the replica market may charge a premium.

Design Complexity: Complicated designs and features, such as intricate movements or special editions, increase production costs.

Market Demand: Popular models may be priced higher due to demand, even if the production cost remains the same.

On average, you can expect to pay anywhere from $200 to $800 for a fake Rolex, depending on the factors mentioned above.

Why Choose Luxe Replica Watche?

If you're considering purchasing a replica Rolex, it's essential to choose a reputable provider to ensure quality and authenticity. Luxe Replica Watche offers a wide range of high-quality replica watches that are crafted with precision and attention to detail. Our commitment to customer satisfaction and quality assurance sets us apart in the replica watch market.

1. Quality Assurance

We carefully source our materials and work with skilled artisans to ensure that every replica meets high standards. You can trust that our watches look and feel like the real thing.

2. Affordable Pricing

At Luxe Replica Watche, we believe everyone should have the opportunity to own a luxury watch without breaking the bank. Our competitive pricing reflects the quality and craftsmanship of our products.

3. Customer Support

Our dedicated customer support team is here to assist you with any questions or concerns you may have about your purchase. We strive to provide a seamless shopping experience.

Final Thoughts

Understanding the costs associated with creating a fake Rolex can help you make informed decisions in the replica watch market. While production costs can range from $100 to $500, the retail prices may vary significantly based on quality, craftsmanship, and brand reputation. For those interested in purchasing a replica Rolex, consider visiting Luxe Replica Watche to explore our collection of high-quality timepieces.

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How Much Does a Fake Rolex Submariner Cost? A Comprehensive Guide

When it comes to luxury watches, few names evoke as much prestige as Rolex. The Rolex Submariner, in particular, is a timeless classic that has become synonymous with style and sophistication. However, not everyone can afford the hefty price tag of an authentic Rolex. This has led to a booming market for replica watches, especially for models like the Submariner. In this article, we’ll explore how much you can expect to pay for a fake Rolex Submariner and what factors influence the price.

Understanding the Replica Market

The replica watch market is vast and varied. Prices can range from a few dollars to several hundred, depending on quality, craftsmanship, and source. It’s essential to understand what you’re paying for when considering a fake Rolex Submariner.

Low-End Replicas

At the lower end of the spectrum, you can find fake Rolex Submariners for as little as $20 to $50. These watches often feature poor materials and craftsmanship, resulting in a product that is easily distinguishable from the real deal. While they may look somewhat similar, they are generally not durable and may stop working after a short period.

Mid-Range Replicas

If you’re willing to spend a bit more, you can find mid-range replicas priced between $100 and $300. These watches often come with better materials and more attention to detail, making them harder to distinguish from the authentic model. Brands in this range may even offer a warranty, giving you some assurance of quality.

High-End Replicas

For those seeking the closest possible resemblance to the original Rolex Submariner, high-end replicas can cost between $300 and $800. These watches are crafted with precision and often use high-quality materials that mimic the look and feel of a genuine Rolex. Some manufacturers even focus on replicating the movement of the watch, making it a more attractive option for enthusiasts.

Factors Influencing the Price of Fake Rolex Submariners

Several factors influence how much you’ll pay for a fake Rolex Submariner. Here are some key points to consider:

1. Quality of Materials

The materials used in crafting the replica can significantly affect the price. High-quality replicas may use stainless steel, sapphire crystal, and other durable materials, while cheaper versions often rely on plastic or low-grade metals.

2. Craftsmanship

The level of craftsmanship is another crucial factor. Well-made replicas that pay attention to detail in terms of design and functionality will naturally cost more than poorly constructed options.

3. Brand Reputation

Some manufacturers are known for their quality replicas, which can drive up the price. When shopping for a fake Rolex Submariner, it’s essential to do your research and choose a reputable brand.

4. Warranty and Customer Service

Many high-end replicas come with a warranty or guarantee, which can add to the overall cost. This added assurance can be worth the investment, especially if you want a product that will last.

Where to Buy Fake Rolex Submariners

When looking to purchase a fake Rolex Submariner, it’s crucial to choose a trustworthy source. Luxe Replica Watche is an excellent option for those seeking high-quality replicas. Our e-commerce platform specializes in offering a wide range of luxury replica watches, including the coveted Rolex Submariner. We pride ourselves on quality craftsmanship, attention to detail, and customer satisfaction. With a selection of affordable yet stunning replicas, you can find the perfect watch to suit your style without breaking the bank.

Final Thoughts

In summary, the cost of a fake Rolex Submariner can vary widely depending on several factors, including quality, craftsmanship, and brand reputation. While low-end replicas may be tempting due to their low prices, investing a bit more in a mid-range or high-end replica can provide a more satisfying experience. If you’re in the market for a reliable and stylish replica, be sure to check out Luxe Replica Watche for a range of options that won't disappoint.

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Does Beckertime Sell Fake Rolexes? A Comprehensive Guide for Watch Enthusiasts

When it comes to luxury watches, Rolex stands out as a symbol of prestige and success. However, as demand for these exquisite timepieces rises, so does the prevalence of counterfeit products in the market. One of the retailers that often comes up in discussions about authentic Rolex watches is Beckertime. In this article, we will explore whether Beckertime sells fake Rolexes and what you need to know about buying luxury replicas, especially through trusted platforms like Luxe Replica Watche.

Understanding the Market for Rolex Watches

The allure of Rolex watches is undeniable. With their exquisite craftsmanship and timeless designs, these watches are often considered a worthy investment. However, the high price tag associated with authentic Rolexes can make them inaccessible to many. This has led to a booming market for replica watches, where consumers seek quality alternatives at a fraction of the cost.

What is Beckertime?

Beckertime is an online retailer specializing in pre-owned Rolex watches. They claim to offer a wide range of authentic timepieces, often at competitive prices. The company emphasizes thorough inspections and certifications to ensure the watches they sell are genuine. However, the question remains: can consumers trust Beckertime to provide only authentic Rolexes?

Does Beckertime Sell Fake Rolexes?

While there are mixed reviews about Beckertime, it is essential to note that the company has built a reputation over the years as a retailer of genuine pre-owned Rolex watches. Many customers have reported positive experiences, citing the authenticity of their purchases. However, as with any online retailer, there are always risks involved. To mitigate these risks, it’s crucial for buyers to do their due diligence before making a purchase.

How to Spot a Fake Rolex

For those considering purchasing a Rolex, whether from Beckertime or another retailer, knowing how to identify a counterfeit watch is vital. Here are some tips on spotting a fake Rolex:

Examine the Weight: Authentic Rolex watches are made from high-quality materials, making them heavier than most replicas.

Check the Movement: Genuine Rolex watches have a smooth second-hand movement, while fakes often exhibit a ticking motion.

Look for the Cyclops Lens: The date window on a Rolex should have a magnifying effect. If it appears flat, it could be a fake.

Inspect the Serial Number: Rolex watches have unique serial numbers engraved between the lugs. Ensure this matches the paperwork.

Why Choose Luxe Replica Watche for Luxury Replicas

If you are looking for high-quality luxury replicas that capture the essence of genuine Rolex watches without the steep price tag, consider Luxe Replica Watche. Our collection offers meticulously crafted replicas that prioritize quality and detail. Here are a few reasons to choose us:

Quality Assurance: We ensure that every replica is made with premium materials to closely mimic the look and feel of authentic luxury watches.

Affordability: Our prices are designed to be accessible for watch enthusiasts who want style without breaking the bank.

Customer Satisfaction: We prioritize customer feedback and continuously improve our offerings based on client experiences.

Final Thoughts

In conclusion, while Beckertime may have a reputation for selling genuine pre-owned Rolex watches, it’s essential for buyers to be cautious and informed. Always perform thorough research and consider factors such as customer reviews and return policies before making a purchase. For those interested in luxury replicas, Luxe Replica Watche provides a reliable alternative with a focus on quality and customer satisfaction.

Remember, whether you are investing in an authentic Rolex or a luxurious replica, knowledge is key. Equip yourself with the right information to make a wise purchase that you will cherish for years to come.

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How Much Does a Fake Rolex Cost? A Comprehensive Guide

When it comes to luxury watches, few brands evoke the same level of prestige and recognition as Rolex. However, not everyone can afford the hefty price tag associated with genuine Rolex timepieces. This has led to a booming market for replica watches, particularly fake Rolexes. But how much does a fake Rolex cost? In this article, we will explore the price range of fake Rolex watches and discuss what to consider before making a purchase, especially from reputable e-commerce sites like Luxe Replica Watche.

The Price Range of Fake Rolex Watches

The cost of a fake Rolex can vary widely depending on several factors, including the quality of the replica, the materials used, and the seller's reputation. In general, you can expect to pay anywhere from $50 to $500 for a fake Rolex. Let’s break down these ranges:

Low-End Replicas ($50 - $150): These watches often feature poor craftsmanship and materials. They may look somewhat like a Rolex at first glance, but their durability and accuracy leave much to be desired. These are often mass-produced and are more likely to break or wear out quickly.

Mid-Range Replicas ($150 - $300): These replicas offer a better quality compared to the low-end versions. They might use higher-quality materials and have a more authentic look and feel. However, they still may not match the precision and craftsmanship of a genuine Rolex.

High-End Replicas ($300 - $500): At this price point, you can find replicas that closely resemble the original Rolex watches. They often use better materials, more detailed craftsmanship, and can even have functioning features similar to the authentic models. These are typically sold by reputable vendors like Luxe Replica Watche, where quality assurance is a priority.

Factors Influencing the Cost of Fake Rolex Watches

Several factors influence the cost of fake Rolexes. Understanding these can help you make an informed decision when shopping:

Quality of Materials: Higher-quality replicas use materials that mimic the look and feel of real Rolex watches. Cheaper replicas may use plastic or inferior metals, while more expensive replicas often feature stainless steel or even genuine leather straps.

Craftsmanship: The level of detail in the watch's design can significantly affect the price. More expensive replicas will have better finishing, precise engravings, and a more authentic appearance.

Functionality: Some high-end replicas may include working features like date functions or chronographs, while lower-end options may be purely aesthetic.

Seller Reputation: Purchasing from a reputable seller like Luxe Replica Watche can ensure you receive a quality product. Reputable sellers are more likely to offer warranties and customer support.

Where to Buy Fake Rolex Watches

When it comes to buying a fake Rolex, it’s essential to choose the right vendor. Online marketplaces can be a hit or miss, so it’s best to go for specialized e-commerce sites that focus on replica watches. Luxe Replica Watche is an excellent option for those looking to purchase high-quality replicas. They provide a wide range of models, ensuring you find something that fits your style and budget.

Pros and Cons of Buying a Fake Rolex

Before you decide to purchase a fake Rolex, it’s essential to weigh the pros and cons:

Pros:

Cost-Effective: The primary advantage of a fake Rolex is its affordability compared to genuine models.

Fashion Statement: A well-crafted fake Rolex can still serve as a stylish accessory.

Variety: You can often find replicas in various styles and designs to suit your preferences.

Cons:

Quality Issues: Many replicas do not offer the same durability or precision as authentic watches.

Legal Concerns: Selling or advertising fake products can be illegal and may result in legal repercussions.

Resale Value: Fake Rolexes generally do not have any resale value, unlike authentic luxury watches.

Conclusion

In summary, the cost of a fake Rolex can range from as low as $50 to upwards of $500, depending on quality and craftsmanship. If you're considering purchasing a replica watch, be sure to choose a reputable vendor like Luxe Replica Watche for the best quality and selection. Always remember to weigh the pros and cons before making your final decision, ensuring you find the perfect balance between style and budget.

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Where Do Rolex Replicas Come From?

When it comes to luxury watches, few names evoke as much admiration as Rolex. However, the high price tag associated with these timepieces often leads many watch enthusiasts to seek out alternatives, resulting in a booming market for Rolex replicas. In this article, we will explore the origins of Rolex replicas, the craftsmanship involved, and how to navigate the world of replica watches responsibly. If you’re considering purchasing a replica, be sure to check out Luxe Replica Watche for a wide selection of quality options.

The Global Market for Replicas

Rolex replicas primarily originate from various countries known for their watch manufacturing industries. The most notable sources include China, Hong Kong, and some parts of Southeast Asia. These locations have established a reputation for producing high-quality replicas that often mimic the look and feel of genuine Rolex watches.

Chinese Manufacturing

China is the largest producer of replica watches in the world, dominating the market with a wide range of options that cater to different budgets. The craftsmanship in some of these replicas can be surprisingly good, utilizing materials that closely resemble those used in authentic Rolexes. Many Chinese manufacturers have invested in technology and skilled labor to produce replicas that can deceive even the keenest eye.

Quality Control and Craftsmanship

While the quality of Rolex replicas varies significantly, some manufacturers prioritize craftsmanship and accuracy. These high-end replicas often feature movements that are either automatic or quartz, replicating the functionality of their authentic counterparts. However, it's essential to note that not all replicas are created equal. When shopping for a Rolex replica, it’s wise to do thorough research and choose reputable sellers like Luxe Replica Watche, known for their commitment to quality and customer satisfaction.

Legal and Ethical Considerations

While owning a replica watch may seem harmless, it's crucial to understand the legal and ethical issues surrounding counterfeit goods. Selling or promoting counterfeit products, including Rolex replicas, is illegal in many countries. Buyers should be aware of the potential legal ramifications and always consider purchasing from legitimate sellers.

How to Spot a Quality Replica

For those still interested in purchasing a Rolex replica, knowing how to identify a quality piece is essential. Here are some tips:

Weight: Authentic Rolex watches are made from high-quality materials, making them heavier than many replicas.

Movement: Look for an automatic movement or a high-quality quartz movement. A ticking second hand may indicate a lower-quality replica.

Details: Pay attention to the logo, engravings, and overall finishing. Authentic Rolex watches have precise details that are often lacking in cheaper replicas.

Seller Reputation: Buy from reputable sellers like Luxe Replica Watche to ensure you receive a quality product.

Conclusion

In conclusion, Rolex replicas come from various parts of the world, with China being a significant player in the market. While some replicas can be impressively crafted, it’s essential to approach the purchase of these watches with caution, considering the legal and ethical implications involved. If you decide to explore the world of replica watches, make sure to visit Luxe Replica Watche, where you can find a selection of quality replicas that suit your style and budget.

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Doom WADs’ Roulette (2004): Community Chest 2

Step right up! Step right up, kids! Uncle Doomworld will give you a chance to show off your work in the second Community Chest!

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Wait a minute-moment...

SECOND?

G9: Community Chest 2

Main author(s): Various (Project led by Dale Harris)

Release date: December 6th, 2004 (database upload)

Version played: ???

Required port compatibility: Boom

Levels: 32 (classic roster)

Well, this is an odd one. What we have here is another WAD that I played before due to Dean of Doom spoiler tagging one of the maps and another one where we ignore the first installment and go straight into the following one.

If we want to talk about this compilation, we need to first talk about the series it comes from: Community Chests.

The concept was born on August 14th, 2002, when one of the members of TeamTNT, Dale Harris (Cadman), came out with an idea of a project that would help some of the less popular WAD makers give their time in the spotlight.

TLDR, the first Community Chest, released on June 13th, 2003, was a rather successful but also controversial WAD, due to one of the project’s members being found dead around over three weeks before the WADs release.

A personal note here but maybe it ended up good that that WAD didn’t end up on the Top 100 WADs of All Time list since knowing the infamy of Citadel at the Edge of Eternity, I would probably lose whatever marbles I have right now if I’ll ever play it.

As for today's installment, its rules were that the maps had to be compatible with Boom. Features of this source port were allowed, just as custom textures and muzak. Also, this WAD was released twice due to being unfinished the first time it happened.

As usual, when it comes to projects featuring many maps from many authors, it can spiral into a mixed-bag. CC2 is definitely this kind of a WAD so it will all come down to how much fun I ended up having.

Let’s take a look at Community Chest 2 and see if we found gold in a pile of copper.

From looking at the maps’ visuals I’ll say that it could’ve been worse. Yes, some maps look like your typical, stock Doom map, but there are moments when you come out at something that looks incredible, even if the map uses nothing but stock textures. Even the ugliest maps looked better than some of the maps from Hell Revealed II. Maps like Death Mountain, Gethsemane, and Event Horizon are some of the more eye-appealing ones in my opinion.

Seventeen maps use custom music, ranging from music from Doom I to the MIDIfied versions of tracks from other games/media. There is even one map that has the original music track made especially for it.

It definitely felt better when I played a map that doesn’t have Classic Doom music. Let me tell you though, that after the first map, you will be forced to play up to Shadow of Evil until you start hearing something that isn’t from Classic Doom. Which kind of brings us to how Kitchen Ace (And Taking Names) doesn’t loop properly in The View. Like, the fact this glitch happens with the Classic Doom music astonishes me. Then again, this feels unsurprising with this when I’m playing WADs using GZDoom.

While I feel like this compilation wasn’t as tedious to play as Hell Revealed II, it still had maps that overestimated their welcome, with stuff like egregious backtracking, crate mazes, multiple instances of timed switches in a row, and much more annoying stuff that Mock 2 made fun off. That doesn’t mean that there weren’t any gems in CC2.

The first two maps, for instance, were excellent to hook people in. Erik Alm’s The Furnace felt like a really good warm-up, while Coolant Platform was great at introducing Boom’s features to the player; to show them what might happen in the future maps.

There are also three more maps that I want to talk about:

To Hell and Back basically explains its concept with its title alone: You start out in the base, and you grab keys to access the teleporter to Hell to grab the red skull. Shame, however, that it ends on another Dead Simple clone.

City Heat makes you explore nine buildings to find a switch in each one to finish it, both with normal and secret exits. It also summons an army of demons every ten minutes (it happens three times). Fuck building #8 though.

The previously mentioned Death Mountain uses tricks with fast teleporters simulating entering/exiting caves (not counting one command building).

Also, the last map, In Threes, ends on your below efforts Icon of Sin boss (or should I say, Crosses of Sin). At least this time you have to press three switches with a set of six keys instead of standing like an idiot and shooting that one tiny spot to hurt John Romero.

Changing the subject, this compilation was, of course, easier than Hell Revealed II. But be aware that there are still some really hard maps, either for right or wrong reasons.

The perfect example of the worst kind of cheap difficulty is the ending of No Room. It was overall a very pretty level with questionable fights but the very last part is a complete spit on your face: Ending up surrounded by Hoovies with no cover after reaching the fake exit! AND IT HAPPENS FIVE TIMES!!!

WHAT IS THE REASON BEHIND THIS BULLSHIT?! TO MAKE THE MAP HARDER?! WELL GUESS WHAT?! IT DIDN’T MAKE THE MAP HARDER! IT ONLY MADE LINGUICA LOOK LIKE AN ASSWIPE!!

Hey... Hey! Wanna know a fair way to beat this part?! Activate God Mode, and punch the living shit out of Hoovies (if you found the Berserk Pack that is)!

sigh

Fuck this moment.

The bugs that I encountered were more enjoyable than what I just described to you. No game-breakers, just your typical holes into the void among other stuff described in the text file and Doomwiki.

Also, ironic that you need a Boom-compatible source port and yet Boom itself couldn’t play Sodding Death because it’s too big for that port and The Mucus Flow because Boom breaks one of the switches.

And now that I finally mentioned B.P.R.D.’s The Mucus Flow you might be wondering, why I didn’t talk about this map before? Simple... Because it almost feels like a masterpiece that should be played before even thinking about watching videos/reading stuff related to this map. It might probably be the biggest reason why you should even bother to download CC2.

But there is also one author that needs to be talked about but unlike The Mucus Flow, this guy is here for the wrong reasons (probably) – Gene. Big. Bird.

Scare Chord

Ah yes! Gene Bird! That one map maker that will make MtPain27 start foaming from his mouth and turn into MDK mode to singlehandedly slaughter him for mere breathing (especially if Gene Bird looks like Big Yellow Bird from Sesame Street).

But there is a legitimate reason why MtPain would give Gene Bird an F just for existing – His maps are pure, 1994 chaos!

The maps’ style is chaotic! The way of playing them is chaotic! The enemy placement is chaotic! The secrets are chaotic! All of his maps scream complete and utter mess! Even his final map, Desecration, feels like that despite being the only one that was created for this compilation! You heard it right folks! His first FOUR maps were created before Community Chest 2 was released, making me think that these were added as filler maps because not enough people were interested in this project!

But... BUT... Let me tell you something people, as I’m going to play Gene Bird’s devil's advocate for a moment: His maps aren’t the worst maps I’ve played.

Yeah, despite his maps being one giant mess, at least I could understand where to go! I could understand what to do! I could understand what was going on! At least I felt like Gene Bird’s maps didn’t waste my time like some of the ZDoom-focused WADs or other moon-logic filth!!

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So uhm... now that I stopped talking about Gene Bird and his maps, is it worth downloading Community Chest 2?

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Kind of? If only for The Mucus Flow and other maps that I covered in a positive light.

And as for my overall experience with this compilation – it was fine. I played worse.

This megaWAD suffers from a typical compilation syndrome – its best moments are sandwiched between maps that can be considered mediocre at best.

And now that I think about it, CC2 feels just as tiring to play as Hell Revealed II. it may not be as hard as the latter, but considering how the maps were created with being standalone in mind, it felt longer to finish them.

Thankfully, the last map of the 2004 roster sounds interesting enough to take only one day break after posting this review.

I’ll see you next time.

Bye.

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Don’t Go Baking My Heart || Seokjin

Pairing: Seokjin x reader

Summary: You fall in love with Kim Seokjin’s bakery after wandering into it to take advantage of the post-Valentine’s Day discount on the chocolates. Maybe it’s the owner’s bad jokes, maybe it’s the other regulars, maybe it’s the delicious pastries. Or maybe there’s something more that keeps you coming back to that shop.

Also available on Ao3.

Word count: 14.7k

Genre: Strangers (to Friends) to Lovers, Bakery AU, tooth-rotting Fluff, some smut

Warnings & Tags: mentions of insecurities and of former relationships, smut (vaginal sex, oral [male receiving], fingering), Jin makes Bad Jokes, Valentine’s Day themed

A/N: Soooo this was supposed to come out for Valentine’s Day, but it wasn’t ready then, so you guys get it now instead! I’m bad with puns so I definitely had to look online for those used in this oops. Finally, I’d like to give a big thank you to the amazing @elidebrey​ who actually worked in a bakery shop and told me all about (I’m sorry you guys ran out of milk all the time). She’s an amazing writer and you should check her out if you like the Batfam! Hope you’ll enjoy this one-shot!

February 15th

You first walk into Kim Seokjin’s bakery the day after Valentine’s Day. Your eye was caught by the chocolates and cakes you noticed on sale from the outside, and also the name of the place, The Rolling Scones, which is either genius or terrible, you can’t pick. The door bell chimes happily, first when you push the door open and then when it closes behind you.

The place is empty. There’s no one behind the counter, and you find yourself hesitating there for a second, both arms behind your back like a shy schoolgirl — which you once were, but that was a while ago now. Natural light, the cold sun of February, is falling through the bay windows, and the place is cute, clearly decorated with love and care. It makes you feel just a little warmer inside.

Since no one seems to be showing up, you take your time to look at the display. You’ve spent the past week crying over the end of your two year relationship, and you’re desperately craving something sweet and sugary to fill the hole in your heart and in your life. Post Valentine’s Day discount is definitely the best way to do that.

If you’re being completely honest with yourself, you knew this relationship was never going to be your forever. It was just a nice and comfortable situation to be in, and you expected you and him to part ways at some point.

You just didn’t particularly expect it to be now.

“Jungkook!” a strong voice shouts from the back of the shop, startling you. It’s quickly followed by a curse, and then a man walks in, glancing back with a worried expression, tying an apron around his waist and adjusting a small black hat on his head. You notice the ‘Jungkook’ tag on his apron, and it makes you soften in sympathy. The second his eyes fall on you, he recomposes himself, and shoots you a smile that’s professional, though the nervousness doesn’t quite disappear. “What can I do for you?”

“I was just looking,” you say, and he leans forward, probably straining to hear. Your voice has always had that weird tendency to become inaudible when you’re talking to strangers. “You don’t have anything with strawberries, do you?”

“I’m afraid everything we had went yesterday,” he says with a sympathetic frown.

“Oh, right,” you mumble. You’re disappointed to a stupid degree, and you know it’s because your emotions have been running wild recently, to the point where any small contrariety threatens to make you cry. Fortunately, you don’t, right now. That would be horribly embarrassing. “Um, I guess I’ll take that box and, uh, the éclair, please, then.”

“Of course!”

His movements are quick and precise as he takes it out, and you could be mistaken, but you think he’s deliberately not looking at you. You’re not particularly blaming him for it, though, because you’re doing the exact same thing.

“Anything else?” he asks once he’s done, and you shake your head, avoiding eye contact. “For here or to go? We’re also a café,” he elaborates when you give him a surprised — and slightly panicked — glance.

“Oh. To go, please,” you say, not so much because you actually want to, and much more because you’re bad at changing your plans when you had already made your decision.

Except… You eye the bakery. It’s not like you have anyone to come back to, and you don’t particularly want to be back at your apartment to wallow alone. You might even get some things done while you’re here.

“Um, actually, would you mind if I…?” The question dies on your lips. You’re already feeling too embarrassed to continue, but he looks up, eyes wide, and nods.

“No, no, please take a seat! Do you want something to drink as well?”

“That— That would be nice, actually.”

“Alright, just give me a second and I’ll bring you our, er, menu.”

It’s not a menu, it’s a list of drinks the owner printed and coated with plastic, and insists on calling a menu, but he isn’t going to tell you that.

You pick a table that faces the door, and after choosing and ordering your tea, pull out your computer. It’s not that the things you have to do can’t wait, but you don’t like sitting alone doing nothing. The shop is desperately empty, and part of you is terrified by the idea that Jungkook could come over to talk to you. That would probably end up not being completely unpleasant, but you’re not sure you can handle that much interaction with other human beings right now.

While scrolling through the text you are currently working on editing, you pick a chocolate out of the box to eat it and hold back a satisfied moan at the taste. The fact that it’s so good makes you feel a little more upset that you’ve never been in a relationship for Valentine’s Day and therefore have never been given anything like that.

It’s always been bad luck really, because you’ve been in a few relationships, but even with your last boyfriend, the two of you were on a break in February. The others never made it longer than a few months, and never fell at the right time. It’s not even like you want to celebrate Valentine’s Day, you do think it’s mostly a commercial holiday, and you definitely don’t want any expensive gift, but you’d be happy to have someone by your side to make fun of other couples with. Someone to love you, and someone to love.

God, you want to be in love so bad. For a few months, you thought you had it with your ex, and maybe you did, for a moment, but it had slipped from your fingers without you managing to do anything about it, leaving you sad and empty. You want to feel everything the movies and books promised, the butterflies in the stomach, the rush in the beat of your heart. You want to feel like someone holds your world in their hands. You want them to love you back — really love you, so much that you’ll catch them looking at you and see it in their eyes immediately, so much that they’ll remember how you like your tea in the morning.

You don’t think your ex ever loved you, and you don’t really blame him for that. He liked you, certainly, and for a long time that was enough for you. But now, with it being over and him telling you he’d ‘met someone’, you want more out of your next relationship.

Then again, you’d thought that last time as well.

You’re grateful when Jungkook brings you your tea, tearing you away from thoughts you really don’t want to be having right now. He gives you a smile, then is quick to retreat back behind the counter, and something tells you that he has the same difficulties talking to people as you do.

That can’t make his job fun.

You’re soon able to immerse yourself in your work, much to your surprise. Usually, you’re hyper aware of your surroundings, and it’s hard to get work done unless you’re in a place that’s both quiet and familiar, but the atmosphere in here is so warm and pleasant that you’re able to relax and focus, all while drinking your tea and eating your sweets. It’s quite close to perfect, actually.

Which is why you jump violently when someone’s voice booms into the shop.

“Jeon Jungkook!”

You look up, panicked, and Jungkook turns around with the exact same look on his face. You don’t remember the doorbell ringing, so it has to be someone from the shop, and indeed, a tall man with short black hair walks in from the same place Jungkook entered. And your brain short-circuits.

It doesn’t happen all that often, for you to simply find yourself frozen because of how good-looking someone is, but in that case, you just can’t help it. The man who just walked in is tall, with very nice, broad shoulders, and the apron he is wearing underlines the muscles of his chest in ways you didn’t think were possible, but more than that, he’s also, quite possibly, the most handsome man you’ve ever laid eyes on. When you glance at his plump, full lips, you find yourself having a hard time to tear yourself away. You’re relieved that you didn't have to order from him, because you’re sure it would have made you blush and stutter.

“Jungkook, there’s a mess in the back! What are you waiting fo—” Jungkook gives panicked glances in your direction, and the man catches your presence from the corner of his eyes, turning his sentence around as smoothly as is humanly possible, all while his lips curve up into a professional smile. “Ooh, hello, dear customer! I don’t think we’ve seen you here before, have we?”

A smile spills on your mouth, much to your surprise.

“No, it’s my first time here,” you answer. Your voice isn’t as strong as you’d like for it to be, but at least you didn’t choke. You suppose still being heartbroken serves as a shield against the man’s handsomeness. “I figured there’d be some discount after Valentine’s Day, and I was hungry, so…”

“You figured you’d kill two birds with one scone?” the man asks while Jungkook, behind him, silently smacks his forehead. You figure he’s heard it a million time before, but you haven’t, and you can’t help but laugh. That makes the man’s smile widen genuinely and his eyes crease.

“I guess you came up with the bakery name,” you chuckle.

“Absolutely. Isn’t it a great name?”

Jungkook shakes his head in disgust.

“It’s genius,” you say, and the man slams his hand on the table.

“See? I told you! Jungkook keeps saying that I have a terrible sense of humor—”

“I’ll be in the back if you need me,” Jungkook grumbles.

“Hey, what do we say to customers?”

“Ah— It was nice to meet you!” he says, turning around to look at you and he seems somewhat sincere. “I hope we’ll be seeing you again.”

Then he bows his head politely and disappears in the back of the shop. The other man — who you suppose is the owner of the place — watches, laughing fondly, but goes quiet after that, so you go back to your work.

You don’t stay around too long, not wanting to overstay your welcome, but you’re still the only one in the shop by the time you decide to walk out.

“Was the tea any good?” the man asks as you walk by him.

You nod and smile.

“And the chocolates were delicious,” you add. “I’ll make sure to come back.”

“That’s music to my ears,” he says, dramatically putting a hand on his chest. That’s when you notice the ‘Seokjin’ tag on his apron. You don’t know what to do with that information, though. You don’t call strangers by their first name and you also don’t stalk people on line.

Especially not when you don’t have their last name.

You say a quick ‘goodbye’, then walk out. Jin’s eyes follow you for a few seconds, before he sighs and turns around, already taking off his apron.

“Jungkook!”

The boy is quick to appear again, scanning the shop for your presence.

“She’s gone?” he asks, and Jin gives a slap at the back of his employee's head with a groan. There’s no strength in it, though, and Jungkook barely reacts to it.

“How could you run away like that, you little—”

Jungkook easily avoids him when Jin tries to him it again, laughing at his outrage.

“We’re not going to be getting a lot more clients today, are we?” he asks, looking outside at the passers-by that don’t even spare a glance at the little shop.

“No,” Jin groans, letting himself fall on a chair.

The depressing calm that follows what is possibly the busiest day of the year for him is just one of the reasons why he absolutely despises Valentine’s Day.

February 22nd

When you show up at the bakery again, about a week later, you’re feeling surprisingly good about it. Last time went well, you decided, and the people were nice, so you’re not afraid to throw a quiet but polite “Hello!” when you walk in. It’s kind of funny — or is it sad — how it always surprises you when people are nice to you, much more used to passive disinterest at best.

There’s another man in the shop this time, with a laptop and a coffee in front of him, but he doesn’t look up at you. A head lifts up from behind the counter though. You feel vaguely embarrassed that you remember this one is Seokjin, and you only feel more awkward when he gives you a dazzling smile.

A glance at the display tells you that they have restocked on their strawberry-based pastries, and you happily pick a slice of cake for yourself.

“For here or to go?”

“I’ll have it here,” you say with a smile. You feel strangely proud of yourself for being able to say it spontaneously. He has no way of knowing it, but it’s quite the victory for you. Usually, you try to run from the presence of others as fast as you can, and it’s even worse those days. “And I’ll also have Darjeeling tea with it, please.”

“Coming right up, just take a seat and I’ll bring it to you,” he says, and then he winks. He doesn’t stick around to see the surprised look on your face, so you just do as he told you, wondering if he was flirting with you or if he’s just Like That. You think that second explanation might be the answer.

“It’s nice to see you again,” he says when he arrives with the cake and the tea. You’re pretty sure he can’t place you exactly, just thinks your face is familiar, but it still makes you happy.

He tells you he hopes you’ll come back when you leave, and you decide you want to believe it.

June 1st

You’re not sure when you become an official ‘regular’ at the bakery. Maybe it’s when you ask Jin if they even do scones, and he leans over the counter to tell you conspiratorially that he actually wanted to call the shop ‘bake it ’til you make it’, but was told it was too long. That elicits a brief burst of laughter from you, and Jungkook tells you to stop encouraging him, but Seokjin looks so happy with himself when you laugh that you decide not to listen to him. Jin has that way of breaking past your shyness that fascinates you. It might be what keeps you coming back, more than the delicious sweets and how beautiful the two workers look.

Or maybe it’s when Jin tells you that it’s not fair you know their names but they don’t know yours, and that he’d ask you for your ID before selling you stuff if you don't tell him. When you tell him, he repeats it a couple of times, like he’s tasting it, before nodding with satisfaction. After that, him and Jungkook start greeting you with it, and insist you do the same with them. You’re reluctant at first, feeling somewhat confused about the whole thing, but it turns out to feel… nice, to have people to greet, and who also know your name.

Maybe it’s when Jin tells you that you’re late when you come in, or complains when you don’t show up on one of your usual days because you had a meeting with your boss. He doesn’t say anything on the day where you take your pastries to go because you’re visiting a friend at the hospital, though, and you wonder if he can just tell. Regardless, you appreciate it.

You find out about other people who come here frequently, too, and especially the ones who are friends with Jin and Jungkook. Namjoon, who sits with his laptop at the opposite end of the café from you. Yoongi, who usually sits in the same spot as you, and eyes you threateningly when he comes in and you’re there the first time, until Seokjin tells him to knock it off. Taehyung and Jimin, who always come in together, and who Jungkook usually joins to bicker and laugh with them. Hoseok, who likes to waltz in at random times, and whose smile actually rivals Jin’s.

You yourself come in twice a week, getting to your usual place to work — except on the couple of occasions where Yoongi gets there before you and gives you a triumphant smile when he sees you. You enjoy the way you’re always greeted by Jungkook or Seokjin, like they’re genuinely happy to see you. You discover that the old ladies who come here to gossip love to flirt with Jin and that, even though he flirts back outrageously, much to their delight, his ears tend to turn a bright red when he does.

You even bring your friends on a couple of occasion, and Seokjin jokes that you’re responsible for half of his turnover at this point. Your friends enjoy the food, and the drinks, but they enjoy the handsome employees and customers a lot more.

“So this is where all the hot men were,” Hana marvels when you walk out, and you burst out laughing. You like that you’ve shared this place with her, because it’s something that makes you really happy these days, motivates you to come out of your bed, and even to talk to people, something you’ve never been good at.

When you walk into the shop and make small talk with the people you’ve come to know, something you used to consider yourself terrible at, it might be silly, but it kind of feels like home.

June 21st

You are pretty sure you know when you go from regular to friend, though. It’s a day like any other and you hum on your way to the shop. Instead of the joyful “Welcome back, (Y/N)!” that you’ve gotten used to hearing these past few weeks, however, you’re greeted with Seokjin shouting “(Y/N), my savior!”.

You freeze on the spot and give him a worried look. From his table, Namjoon looks up, just as puzzled.

“Is everything okay, Jin?” he asks.

“Jungkook isn’t there today,” Jin tells you. His voice doesn’t sound different from usual, but there is a glint of panic in his eyes.  “I need your help.”

Namjoon stands up.

“Why didn’t you ask me? I could—”

“Stay where you are and don’t even think of approaching my kitchen,” Jin says threateningly. “(Y/N)? Please?”

Well. You suppose your work can get done later. You’re more productive when you come here, so you have some advance on your usual deadlines these days. But you don’t know what Jin wants from you and you’ve never worked in a bakery.

“What do you want me to do?” you ask cautiously.

He grabs your shoulders and your eyes widen at the contact. Not that it’s unpleasant, just unexpected.

“I knew when you first walked in here that you were a godsend,” he tells you seriously, looking right into your eyes, and you tell yourself that if he’s that good of an actor, you should probably watch out. “We’re out of milk.”

You blink.

“Okay. Is there a specific type of milk you want?”

“Just, milk. Get me milk and I’ll worship the ground you walk on until the end of days.”

You roll your eyes at his dramatics, and take your bag off your shoulder, handing it to him.

“Look after that, okay? I’ll be right back.”

“I’ll protect it with my life,” he says solemnly. “Also paper napkins please!” he shouts as you’re already walking out.

“Will do!”

“Bake a leg!”

You want to protest the joke that even you find to be quite bad, but the door has already closed behind you, so you just shake your head at him, only to see him laughing with satisfaction through the glass, and head to the nearest supermarket.

You come back with two big packs of milk and a lot of paper napkins, just as two men are exiting. You’ve seen them before, but they never stay to chat. Inside, Jin is juggling three women, and he looks more relieved than you’ve ever seen him when you walk in.

“I’ll help you with that,” Namjoon says immediately, bumping in the table as he gets up.

“If you break anything, I’ll kill you,” Jin warns him. He’s smiling like he’s joking, and his tone is light, like he doesn’t want to scare off his customers, but his eyes say he’s sincere.

You’re quick in the back, and Namjoon does drop the packs once, but nothing bad happens. He presses a finger against his lips to tell you to keep it a secret, and you grin without a word. Part of you is kind of wondering what you’re doing there, why Jin feels comfortable letting you in the back and why he asked you to do that, but you don’t have an issue with it, not by a long shot. This is… kind of fun, actually.

“Anything else you want me to do?” you ask Jin when you come out, and he looks at you in a pleading way.

“You don’t mind?”

Something tells you you shouldn’t accept too quickly, that you could end up in way over your head faster than you know. But his brown eyes are wide and desperate and you just can’t say no. So you smile and shake your head.

“Of course not. You look like you really need a hand here.”

“I do.”

That’s how you find yourself in an apron, with the cute, black hat Jin and Jungkook always wear on your head. Jin mostly sends you in the back to pick up things he needs, or makes you bring the beverages to the customers, which you’re thankful for, because that way you don’t have to greet anyone. Time flies quickly, and you can barely find a second to breathe for the first few hours.

“Sorry, it’s lunch time,” Jin grimaces as he passes you by, and you think to yourself that at least, it will get better, but it takes a while even after that, and when it’s done, Jin sends you to buy some more stuff from the supermarket, because as it turns out, things go fast.

Before you know it, it’s closing time, and you look outside in disbelief. The sky is starting to turn a nice pink, and other shops are putting up their shutters.

“You can go, if you want,” Jin tells you. He sounds terribly sorry, and that makes you feel bad. It’s such an unusual tone for him to have.

His offer is tempting, of course. Your feet hurt, your head aches a little from all the noise that never bothered you before but turns out to be a lot when you’re there all day, you’ve burned your hand against an oven, and you’ve found out that carrying things ends up really hurting your back. But you know that he’s experiencing the same thing you do, and you just don’t have the heart to abandon him here. Also, you’ve already lost your day, so you might as well help him out now.

“It’s fine,” you sigh. “Do you want me to help with anything?”

Cleaning up goes quietly in the main shop, and that soothes you a little. You don’t mind the silence, even enjoy it, and find yourself relaxing for the first time today. Surprisingly, you’re feeling… satisfied. It’s not something you would particularly look forward to doing again, but you’re happy you did it, happy you helped Jin, and you feel like you’ve accomplished something today, which is always a good thing.

“You have flour everywhere,” he tells you bluntly when you walk in the back of the shop, and you laugh.

“Well, it got everywhere,” you reply, trying to rub some off your face, and it’s Jin’s turn to laugh when you fail miserably.

You know you shouldn’t do it, but you gather a small handful of flour from the table, and throw it at him. A good chunk hangs in the air and makes you cough, but the rest does land on his apron. His mouth falls open into an ‘o’ shape and you know you’ve messed up.

“Listen, I am so sorry—”

“No you’re not,” he says, taking a step towards you. His hand is on the table, which is covered with flour, and you swallow.

“Sure I am, Jin, please—”

But your pleas fall in deaf ears, and flour is soon flying your way. It’s your turn to stare at Jin in disbelief, and then you’re laughing, loud and clear.

Maybe that’s the exact moment when the two of you become friends — really friends.

Or maybe it’s seconds later, when the room you’re in turns into the scene for an all-out flour battle. Regardless, you’re laughing the whole way through, when you’re not choking on the flour hanging in the air. Jin’s laughter is quieter than yours, miles away from the booming and somewhat fake laugh you’re used to hearing from him.

The fight only escalates when Jin picks up an egg. You shake your head, mouth ‘no’, but he doesn’t listen, and after that, things get a lot messier. By the time the two of you, exhausted and bent in half because of how much you’ve been laughing, finally stop, you can feel yoke trickling down your back, and you know the sight can’t be pretty. Jin reaches out to you in a useless attempt to wipe some flour from your face, only to laugh more when it, of course, fails once more.

You try not to think about the jolt of electricity that ran through you when his fingers came in contact with your cheek.

“I’ll clean up in here,” he tells you, “but you should go take a shower upstairs.”

“Are you sure?” you ask, surprised. Suddenly, you’re very conscious of the fact that you don’t know him that well. In recent months, you’ve talked to him more than you do with your close friends, and you did just throw several eggs at him, but you don’t know him. You’re aware of the fact that he lives above the shop, but you’ve never been there. The two of you have never even exchanged numbers.

He makes dramatic hand gestures to signal you to get away, like you’re bothering him, and you leave with a last laugh. You don’t notice the way he looks up when you do, or the way it makes him smile. He can’t help it, he just loves that he makes you laugh.

You’re relieved to step into the shower, both because you’re happy to clean up and because there was something really awkward about being in Seokjin’s apartment for the first time, alone. The place was not quite as decorated as the bakery was, with paler colors. Walking through it, you had noticed big speakers, some books in a shelf, and a couple of cute plushes that you had had to resist not to fawn over. The place worked for him, you had decided. It was more understated than you would have expected when you had just started to know him, but it doesn’t surprise you anymore. Jin tends to be quiet when he doesn’t have to be ‘on’, and it’s something he doesn’t seem to feel he has to do around you anymore.

You sigh in pleasure when the hot water hits you, close your eyes. You’ve been craving it for hours now — long before the food battle with Jin. It helps relax your aching muscles, washes away all the sweat from the day, and you have to resist not to just let yourself fall down onto the floor. Your back hurts, but the worst part has to be your feet. You feel yourself gaining a lot more appreciation for Jin and Jungkook, who are always kind, smiling and polite despite all of this. The only thing that kept you from biting someone’s head off tonight was your crippling anxiety when it comes to interacting with strangers.

It’s almost funny now to think you used to feel that way around Jin.

You look around for some soap you could use, and in your search, you’re surprised to find shampoo that was definitely intended for a woman. You don’t know why you’re surprised. It’s no wonder that Jin would have a girlfriend, really, it’s the opposite that should shock you, but you still didn’t expect it. You force away the pinch in your chest. Jin is a new friend, you can’t have your heart fluttering like that.

You consider using it for half a second, before deciding that it would be very awkward if you came out smelling like his girlfriend. Instead, you do your best to get rid of any egg, and tell yourself you’ll wash your hair at home. You barely hear the sound of the door opening and closing over the water, and you’re startled by Jin’s voice outside the bathroom.

“You can take a towel from the chest of drawers,” he tells you, “and I’ll leave a shirt outside, if you want it.”

“Thank you!” you shout back.

Seokjin stands there a few seconds, before quickly shaking his head and walking away. He knows his ears are turning red, and he hates himself for it, but is it his fault, really? Is he supposed not to think about you, right now, in his shower, water running down your body? He never even thought to pretend he was that innocent.

He occupies himself by preparing a drink for the two of you, and then by cleaning around. He’s not particularly messy, though, and there isn’t much to do, so he ends up sitting on his couch, feeling awkward in his own house, and scrolling aimlessly through his phone. He freezes again when he hears the bathroom door open and close, guessing you’re picking up his shirt. Which means you’re— God what is wrong with him tonight? When did he regress to the state of a hormonal teenager?

He hopes he looks natural when you come out, because he’s doing his best for that. The nervous way he’s running his hands over his thighs would probably give him out, though, if you weren’t feeling just as stressed as him.

“I’m done,” you mumble, your shyness coming back, which you decide is to be expected in that situation.

It vanishes the second Jin looks you over and snorts.

“What’s wrong?” you ask, glancing down, and immediately you know that you’re probably ridiculous in his black shirt. It looks like it’s swallowing you whole. “It’s not my fault if your shoulders are that broad,” you pout.

“You look so small,” Jin chuckles. He sounds endeared, and if you noticed that sort of things, you would absolutely realize that his eyes linger on you in his clothes fondly — and a little longer than necessary.

“Want something to drink?” he asks, gesturing at the stuff he got out of the fridge when he didn’t know what to do with himself.

“Sure,” you smile, letting yourself fall down on the couch next to him and pouring yourself a glass. The brief awkwardness that washed over you when you came in vanishes already, because of how comfortable you feel around Jin. He’s always been good at making you feel that way, and now he doesn’t even have to try.

“So, how did you find your day?” he asks you, and you look at him, surprised by his tone. He sounds quiet, cautious almost, like he’s worried about what your reaction might be, or that he could be bothering you.

“Fine,” you say with a shrug. “I can’t say I’d want to do it again— When is Jungkook coming back?”

Jin chuckles, and again, it takes you by surprise. It’s so… quiet. So discreet, compared to his usual attitude.

“He should be there tomorrow, don’t worry about it.” Then, he grimaces. “But seriously, thank you for helping out today. I owe you.”

“Yes you do,” you say with a grin, bumping your shoulder against his, trying to lift the mood a little, because he sounds genuinely worried. “Just offer me the tea next time, and I’ll consider us even.”

Finally, a smile forms on his lips, and he shakes his head dramatically, putting his hand over his heart.

“No, I don't think I could ever repay you,” he says, and you laugh at his antics, like you always do. He looks a little appeased by that, and that’s a relief. “Your back must hurt,” he says. “Turn around.”

You raise an eyebrow, but do as he says, startling when his hands fall on your shoulders. They’re large, engulfing you easily, but they also move gently as he slowly massages you.

“Oh,” you gasp, leaning back into him. This is— good. This is very very good. For a few minutes — or maybe much longer, you couldn’t tell — you just stay there, eyes closed, lips parted, focused on the delicious feelings of his hands gently rubbing all the pain and soreness of the day away. When he stops, it takes you a few seconds to come back down to reality, and maybe, just maybe you miss the feeling of his hands. “Oh,” you repeat, rolling your shoulders slowly. “Thank you.”

“No problem,” Jin says. “It’s kind of my fault.”

You turn around, shaking your head.

“Seokjin,” you say. “It’s fine. I didn’t mind helping.”

“You’re too kind,” he frowns. “You shouldn’t let people take advantage of that.”

“I’m not!”

Then Jin smiles, in a way that only lifts one corner of his lips, and suddenly you feel— you’re not too sure. Something seems to melt inside you, something moves in your stomach like you’re free falling. You probably should recognize the feeling. It’s not like it’s anything new to you, and yet you miss it. You do something you almost never do in that situation, and you take a step back. You glance up from his lips, shoot him a smile, and get up from the couch.

“It’s getting late,” you comment. “I really need to go home.”

Jin is on his feet immediately.

“I’ll walk you back,” he says, concern flashing in his eyes.

“I’m good. It’s not that far and I need to clear my head after, you know, everything today.” You’re not sure you know, but Jin nods, though a little reluctantly.

“You’re sure?”

“Very.”

He sighs. He doesn’t seem too pleased about it, but you guess he doesn’t want to insist too much, either.

“Give me your phone,” he says, and when you hand it to him, he types his number in, pouting as he explains himself to you. “Text me when you get home, alright? Otherwise I’ll just worry all night, because everyone is so unreasonable, and just wants me to lose sleep, and—”

You take your phone back from him with a laugh.

“I’ll text you,” you promise, briefly putting your hand over his. That feels— normal, you decide. It’s not like your hands have never brushed in the months since you’ve started frequenting the bakery. It just feels fine, and whatever there was before could just be a false alert. But then Jin looks into your eyes, and the feeling comes back.

“You better.”

You practically flee the bakery. You’re trying to make sense of the whole thing in your head, and it doesn’t go over great. You let Jin know you got home safe, and then do your best to push the whole thing out of your mind when you go to bed. You refuse to think about it too much. Not because you don’t understand what’s going on, but because somewhere, deep down, you do. This isn’t— this isn’t something you do. You fall hard and fast, that’s— that’s your thing.

Sometimes it’s nice, others it’s disappointing, but most importantly, it means that when the relationship is over, your life just goes back to what it was before. It you ever had feelings for a friend, someone you’re so used to having around… You’re sure it would truly break your heart.

July 15th

Summer is horribly hot this year. Fortunately for you, your favorite bakery has started serving ice cream. There is air conditioning in the store, but with the door constantly opening and closing, gusts of hot air regularly reach even you. No one seems too happy with the situation, with Jungkook seeming to slowly come apart under the temperature. Even Namjoon has abandoned ship, leaving much earlier than usual today. He waved at you when he got out, and you waved back.

Who knew, maybe the two of you would actually talk next time.

Jin uses a lull in the otherwise busy afternoon to drop at your table, and you smile to him. You haven’t really gone through anything like that night ever since, and you decided it was just a one time thing. You were tired from the work, and you were touch-starved, and, surely, there was nothing there, other than you gaining a new friend.

Yup. Nothing to see at all. Even when he’s sitting next to you, trying to fan himself with one of the bakery’s menus, head thrown back in a way that makes his Adam’s apple even more prominent.

You never thought yourself as someone who particularly enjoyed necks, but it seems you were wrong.

Not that that has anything to do with feelings, of course. Jin’s just hot. You already knew that.

“Hey, (Y/N), what’s your favorite cake?” he asks you.

It takes you just a second too long to answer.

“Uh. Anything that has strawberries in it, I guess,” you say, and he nods, but he’s also frowning. “Are my tastes not up to par?” you grin, raising an eyebrow.

“Clearly, your tastes are great, since you keep coming back,” Jin answers immediately, with the confidence that you now know to be mostly facade, but that you’ve still come to love. “No, strawberries are good. I can work with strawberries.”

“I actually wanted strawberries the first time I came here,” you reminisce. “But there weren’t any left because that was after Valentine’s Day.”

Jin clicks his tongue in disgust.

“Worst day of the year,” he says, “though February is a bad month for strawberries in general.”

“You don’t like Valentine’s Day?” you ask, and if you were a dog, your ears would be perking up with interest. You’ve always loved to hear people’s opinion on the holiday, because it’s so divisive. “You guys must make quite a lot of money…”

“I’m wounded that you’d think money is all I care about,” Jin sighs dramatically, though the glint in his eyes lets you know that he’s only joking. “It’s just very busy,” he admits. “It’s a lot of work to prepare, people place a lot of orders, and we basically don’t get a minute to ourselves. Not to mention— do you know what it does to a person to know that the food he lovingly prepared is probably going to be eaten off someone’s body?”

You can’t help it. You burst out laughing. When you do, you’re completely unaware of the fond way Jin looks at you. He’s always liked that he made you laugh, from the very first day you came into the store.

“No,” you admit, “no, I haven’t thought about it.”

“Well I have to.”

“I’m so sorry for you.”

“I’m sorry for me too.”

Then Jimin practically waltzes in and energetically greets everyone in the room, including you, and Jin gets up to serve him and Taehyung because Jungkook looks like he’s about to collapse, and you don’t give much more thought to the conversation.

But Jin remembers that strawberry cake is your favorite.

September 18th

Somehow, you get roped into helping Jin with his grocery shopping. He sat at your table and complained about how Jungkook wouldn’t be able to help him that week, and you voiced your sympathy, and next thing you knew, you were in the supermarket with him.

Well, maybe you’d offered your help. Maybe you just didn’t want to admit it because of that time he’d told you you were too kind.

“You know, I thought I’d be helping you for the bakery,” you comment, “but this mostly looks like it’s for you.”

“I am the bakery,” Jin replies, and you grin.

You watch him as he carefully crosses item after item of his detailed list. You expected him to be messy, to grab whatever he wanted, but he is as meticulous with this as he is with the baking he does for his customers. Which is— strangely endearing to you.

“Most of what we get comes in bigger orders,” he explains to you once he’s done with that aisle. “Sometimes, we find ourselves missing some things…”

“Like milk.”

“It’s always the milk,” he sighs, shaking his head it brings back bad memories. “But that’s not an issue for a lot of thing, unless something very specific comes up. Like a customer wanting  a pineapple pie.”

You tilt your head as he cautiously picks pineapples. You’re not even sure how you can tell if a pineapple is ripe, but he looks like he knows what he’s doing.

“That sounds… interesting?”

“It’s going to sound very interesting when I’ll make you carry half the bags,” Jin says, and you roll your eyes. Does he think you’re going to bail on him? You would never do that.

Well. Until your eyes fall on Minho, standing there, like he hasn’t simply vanished from your life six months ago. There’s a woman with him, and she’s laughing at something he said. You suppose she was the one he met — or maybe another one, there’s no way of knowing, really. But they look like they’re getting along well, and it— it makes you happy. You think.

“Huh,” you mumble. “That’s my ex over there.”

Jin looks up so fast you worry he might hurt his neck.

“What? Where? Do you need me to insult him?”

You’re about to say no when Minho turns around, and his eyes meet yours. He gives you a hesitant nod, and you think that’s going to be it, but then, after a few seconds of obvious inner debate, he makes his way towards you.

Great.

“(Y/N),” he says, a bit awkwardly. “It’s good to see you.”

“It’s good to see you too,” you reply softly and, much to your surprise, you mean it. You did your best not to let yourself miss him, but you suppose you did. It’s been a long time since you last saw him.

“This is, erm, this is Lisa,” he says, gesturing at the woman, who gives you a polite smile. It looks like she knows exactly who you are, and you suppose it must be uncomfortable for her as well. “My girlfriend.”

Yeah. You’d pieced that together. But then, Minho’s eyes move to Jin, and he raises an eyebrow, and you realize what he’s thinking about.

“Oh, this is—”

“Seokjin,” Jin says, extending his hand. “I’m her boyfriend.”

You’re sure that anyone looking at you can tell from your expression, from the way your mouth falls open and from the incredulous way you shake your head that that’s not true, but both Minho and Lisa are looking at him, and miss it completely. When Jin looks at you, he gives an imperceptible nod and puts an arm around your shoulders.

The warmth is— kind of nice. Maybe it even sends a shiver down your back, but you’re sure it’s because you’re still quite touch-starved those days.

Nothing else here.

“That’s great,” Minho says, and he looks relieved. “It’s great that you’re with someone.”

“Isn’t it?” Jin says before you can think of anything to answer to that. “She walked into my bakery and I just knew she would become my favorite client. Basically love at first sight.”

“Love at first sale, maybe,” you can’t help but answer, even if you know, reasonably, that you shouldn’t entertain him. You’re pretty sure he’s trying to show off in front of the two, which is really unnecessary, but you appreciate the gesture. “Jin makes the best cakes you can find in the whole town,” you tell them. Not to show off, but because it’s true. There are a lot of good things you could tell them about Jin, come to think of it. A lot.

“Maybe we should try it then,” Lisa says, smiling. She looks more relaxed than earlier, though you suppose she could also just be trying to get out of this conversation.

“Oh, it’s a must,” you reply sincerely, and Jin laughs, pulling you against his chest a little.

“She’s too nice,” he says, and you immediately protest that no, definitely not, he does, and you’re sure you look like a very annoying couple, because it doesn’t take long for Minho to clear his throat.

“Well, we have to go but it was— it was nice catching up with you.”

“Same,” you nod, and when he leaves, you can’t help but watch him. You don’t really feel anything right now. You were sincerely happy to see him, but it felt like running into a childhood friend you haven’t seen in a long, long time, and now have nothing in common with outside of those memories. Except it hasn’t been a life time since you last met him. Just a little over six months. Soon, he’ll just be someone you used to know.

You wish you were more upset by this. You wish there was anything that told you that what you had with him actually mattered. Instead, this vague indifference lets you know that your paths had probably diverged before the two of you even broke up. And that makes you kind of sad.

“Are you okay?” Jin asks. He has that quiet voice you’ve heard a few times now.

“I’m fine,” you nod, “but you really didn’t have to do that. I wasn’t— Minho and I aren’t— there really was no need.”

“I was happy to do it,” Jin says, and you notice how petty he sounds. “It’s always a joy to let an ex see how much better than them you’re doing.”

You laugh. You probably agree with him on that, but you’re not going to help feed his ego even more. Jungkook would probably never forgive you for it.

“I don’t think your girlfriend would like you doing that,” you observe, and Jin answers that remark with a blank stare.

“When have I ever said anything about a girlfriend?”

“Well, there was a bottle of shampoo at your place that—”

“So a guy can’t like having his hair smell like fruit, huh?”

“That’s not what I—”

“Wow, way to reinforce stereotypes, (Y/N). I expected more of you.”

He ignores your attempts at protesting and strides away from you. It takes you a few moments to catch up, because of his stupid long legs of his.

“If I had a girlfriend, I would never stop talking about her,” he lets you know while you’re catching your breath. “So don’t worry. You’ll know about it.”

“Duly noted,” you say. You maybe feel a little too happy about that new information so, to distract yourself from it, you change the subject. “So I’m your favorite customer?”

He scoffs and glances away from you, refusing to meet your eyes. He thought you hadn’t picked up on that.

“You’re a strong contestant, I guess,” he says reluctantly, and you laugh, not pushing it further.

“Anyway— Minho broke up with me a week Valentine’s Day,” you say. You’re not sure why. Maybe to let Jin that you’ve been over it for a long time.

“That’s rude,” Jin comments with a disapproving click of his tongue.

“He probably wanted to spend it with her,” you shrug. “When we got together, he told me he didn’t cheat. He left. So— I guess that was it.” Then there’s a laugh, and you can’t tell if it sounds bitter. You hope not. “I’ve actually never had a boyfriend for Valentine’s Day,” you confess.

The silence that follows is unusual for Jin. When you glance up at him, he’s just looking at you, and for a second, you think it’s pity you find in his eyes. But, from the way he frowns, you realize it could just be genuine sympathy.

“Would it make you feel better if I tell you it’s a terrible holiday that’s just there to sell things?”

“I already know that,” you chuckle, even if it does make you feel a little better. “I just want someone to buy me roses once, you know?”

Jin doesn’t answer, just looks at you, and something about the intensity of his stare makes you feel— feel things you told yourself you weren’t feeling for him. But then, you just ran into Minho, didn’t you? It makes sense that you would be all over the place emotionally.

“Anything more on your list?” you ask, and Jin blinks.

“Yeah, that way,” he says, sounding a bit off, but then he adds “More things for you to carry,” and you decide to brush it off.

But he stores the information in his mind. Strawberry cake and roses. Duly noted.

October 31st

“So do you actually like Halloween, or is this just another shameless cash grab for you?” you ask Jin when he brings you your tea.

You have to admit, him and Jungkook truly went all out for this. They’ve decorated the shop with pumpkins, and there are fake bats hanging from the ceiling. There are also themed cakes and chocolates shaped like spiders. It’s spooky, and it delights the kids that come in and ask the parents about it. You definitely appreciate the atmosphere it creates — and you also appreciate the way Hoseok jumped when he walked in front of the witch that lets out an evil laugh when someone passes the movement detector.

“Halloween is not terrible, I guess,” Jin says, like him and Jungkook don’t take a full day out of their schedules and bring in some friends just to decorate the shop. “Do you like it?”

“I love it,” you answer sincerely, and Jin’s expression softens.

“Hey, we’re having a small get-together after closing tonight,” he tells you spontaneously. “Wanna join us?”

You take a second to answer. It’s not like you don’t want to — far from that — but there’s that voice inside of you that tells you that you’ve been weird around Jin, and you don’t want to be weird around him. You want to keep things as they are, because he’s such a wonderful friend to have around. You’d hate yourself if you changed that.

But if the point is to have him around, then surely, telling him no right now would be counter-productive, right?

“Absolutely,” you say with a smile, and Jin beams, and you feel all warmed-up inside.

You already know that you’ll have fun, and you’ll laugh, and he’ll insist on walking you him and you’ll tell him no. And it sounds exactly like how you want to spend your evening.

January 10th

You first meet Sungho on New Year’s Eve, at Hana’s party. The two of you click immediately, and you enjoy the familiar rush of feelings, the waiting for a text after you’ve given him your number, the anticipation of knowing where this is all leading, if everything goes right. After a week, you run into him at the bakery, or, well, you’re sitting in your usual corner when he comes in. He doesn’t see you immediately, but when he looks in your direction after a little while, you happily wave him over.

“You don’t usually come here, do you?” you ask him. “I would have seen you by now if you were a regular.”

He chuckles, flashes you a bright smile, and you smile in return. Sungho has a nice smile. He doesn’t laugh easily, though, from what you saw when you met him, which is a shame, but definitely not a dealbreaker, even if you love to hear people laugh.

“No, I saw you were talking about this place a lot online, and I figured I would come and check it out. Of course, seeing you here is the best part,” he adds with a wink, and he leans towards you a little. The obvious flirtation sends a wave of heat through your chest, and you don’t hesitate to lean forward as well, resting your elbow on the table and putting your chin on your hand. You enjoy the closeness, the proximity, the chase.

You pull away when Jin arrives with Sungho’s order.

“This looks great,” Sungho comments. “I’m glad (Y/N) advertised you so much.”

“Well, there’s a reason she’s our favorite customer,” Jin replies, smiling, and when you meet his eyes, they’re fond and— and something else that makes it hard to breathe for a second.

But the smile fades when Sungho takes a portion of his cake with the spoon and offers it to you.

“Wanna try it?” he asks, and you do, because you know everything Jin makes will be amazing. You’re not sure you love the gesture itself — it’s kind of cute, but you’ve also just met him and it feels a bit strange — but you still giggle and take the bite.

And all Jin can do is stand there, looking at the two of you. He feels something he has felt before, and it’s that he let something he wanted pass him by. He waited too long to make a move, once again, and once again, it’s cost him something he doesn’t know how he’ll live without, and now he’ll have no choice but to figure it out.

You glance up, and he catches himself, plastering a smile on his lips.

“Enjoy yourselves!” he says, a little too loudly, and he knows, from the way you blink and the puzzled look you give him, that you’ve noticed and it’s— it’s horrible. It’s horrible that you know him that well and that you’ve seen so many facets of him and you’ve chosen someone else. You don’t ask anything, though, and he’s quick to leave.

He’s also quick to ask Jungkook to replace him in the shop, and he, very deliberately, doesn’t ask anything about how things went. Doesn’t want to know if you kissed, or worse, if you left together.

He’ll be fine. It’s not like it’s anything he hasn’t been through before.

February 5th

You feel impossibly excited when Sungho asks you out for Valentine’s Day. You gush about it to your friends, a lot, and Hana is delighted for you — and very pleased that her circles of friends are meeting like that. Jungkook sounds happy, too, though slightly more reserved, but you get the type of enthusiasm you wanted from Jimin and Taehyung.

Jin gets quiet when you let him know, though. It’s not something you haven’t seen before, but it does take you off guard, because you’ve never seen it happen while in the shop, where he’s usually on top of his game.

“Are you okay?” you ask, worried, leaning over the counter to put a hand on his arm. “You look a little under the weather these days.”

He smiles, but it lacks his usual flamboyance.

“Valentine’s Day is coming,” he tells you. “The worst day of the year.”

You laugh at that, relax, and take your hand off. You miss the way his eyes fall on the place you were just touching.

“Well, not this year, hopefully. Not this year.”

Yeah. He’s not so sure about that.

February 14th

It’s your first time, ever, having a date on Valentine’s Day, and you’re determined to do everything right. Sungho is taking you to a fancy restaurant, so you decide there is no issue in going all out. You take the day to prepare yourself, enlist Hana to do your make-up and hair, and you use the opportunity to wear a lovely bright red dress that you had been saving for a special occasion.

Hana whistles when you come out of your room after you’ve also put on half-transparent black tights.

“Now that’s what I’m talking about,” she says with an appreciative nod.

You glance down at your body self-consciously and try to smooth the fabric of the dress. You do think it looks pretty good, but you could be wrong. Does it show too much of your legs? Does it hug your curves too tightly?

“You think he’s going to like it?” you ask, somewhat shyly.

“He should if he knows what’s good for him,” she replies, expression turning murderous, before softening. “Just… Are you sure you want to be doing that?”

You give her a confused look.

“What are you talking about?”

“You know, going out with Sungho,” she says with a vague hand gesture. “I just— I don’t know. Do you like him that much?”

It’s funny. You haven’t really asked yourself that question. You’ve just been going through all the usual motions — the flirting, the dates, and, inevitably, the start of the relationship, which is probably for tonight.

“We— we get along fine,” you answer. “I like him.”

You leave the words ‘well enough’ out of that sentence. You like Sungho well enough. But then, that’s always been good enough for you, so why should it change now?

Hana seems to think about it for a little while, then shrugs.

“Okay then. Do you need my help to walk to the cab? I would not trust these things.”

She’s pointing at your heels, and it makes you laugh. These aren’t even that high, and they’re pretty stable. You don’t think you’ll have any trouble walking in them. Hana wouldn’t abandon her flat shoes to save her life, though, so you suppose the question was to be expected.

“You can just tell me if you want to hold my arm,” you tease, and it seems to take her by surprise, before she chuckles.

“You’ve gotten a little too good at that. I don’t know if I like it.”

“Yeah, I’m afraid Jin has infected me.”

That gives her pause, and she shoots you a weird look, but you miss it. She opens her mouth to say something, then gives up. She could be wrong, after all.

She kind of hopes she’s wrong, or that if she’s right, you’ll realize it soon enough.

The dinner is perfect. You’re dressed perfectly for the occasion, fitting right in the restaurant’s decor, Sungho complimented you when you walked in and you told him he looked great, which is true, the food is delicious, the conversation flows easily, and there are roses on the table. They’re not for you, part of the decoration, and it doesn’t look like Sungho’s gotten you any, which gives you just a little pinch of disappointment in your chest, but it’s also not a big deal. It’s fine. Everything is fine.

And you’re not happy with it.

You can’t place it, and it slowly drives you insane, as you and Sungho make your way through the meal. You try your best not to let it show, but you think he notices your increasing restlessness. You feel bad about it, because really, he hasn’t done anything wrong. You just— something’s not right.

Dammit. It’s your first time having a date on Valentine’s Day, and you can’t make it work.

“I’ve been meaning to ask you something,” Sungho says while the two of you are waiting for your desert, and you do your best to snap out of whatever is going on in your head to focus on him.

“Tell me,” you smile, though the smile is polite, rather than genuine.

He takes a deep breath and reaches over the table to take your hand. It’s far from the first time the two of you make physical contact, you’ve even kissed a few times, and it was nice, but something makes you want to recoil, in that moment. You don’t, though. Why would you? It doesn’t make sense. Nothing about you makes sense right now.

“I like you,” he says, and you find the breath knocked out of you. It’s not unpleasant, though, it’s very nice in fact, and it almost completely dissipates your previous discomfort. “And I think— you know. We haven’t said anything about being exclusive yet, so I figured I’d— ask.”

He looks pretty confident, which you thought would put you off, but it doesn’t. The answer seems obvious to you. It’s been just a little over a year since you broke up with Minho, which is a reasonable time, so your lips part to let him know that you’d be happy to—

It’s then that you remember. You remember what you told yourself after that break-up, and what you thought after the break-up before that, and the time before as well. You remember you told yourself you wouldn’t settle for less than what you really wanted. You told yourself you wanted to love and be loved. You told yourself you wanted someone who’d remember how you liked your tea.

And, just like in a movie, Jin’s face appears in your mind. You almost dismiss it, tell yourself it’s just because of the tea, until you realize it’s not. It just isn’t. You should have noticed earlier, you know that, but you’ve never been friends with someone before developing feelings for them. You’ve always told yourself you were an ‘all or nothing’ kind of person, that you were the type to know immediately if things could happen. Maybe you didn’t quite believe in love at first sight, but you’d always thought that love didn’t wait.

Apparently you were wrong.

Jin’s the one who inadvertently makes you pulse rush, when his hand brushes against you. Jin’s the one who lifts your spirits, no matter what. Jin makes you happy, makes you want to get up in the morning, has done that for months now. Jin actually knows you. Jin looks at you like you’re precious to him. Maybe that doesn’t mean love, maybe to him, it’s all just friendship, but to you, it’s much more than that. And the feeling you get is so strong, so powerful, that you understand that you need to tell him. Need to tell him now.

“I’m sorry,” you say to Sungho, who’s been waiting for an answer all this time. “I’m really sorry, I don’t think that can work out.”

His face falls, but he looks far from heartbroken.

“Oh,” he says. “Um. That’s—”

“I’m sorry,” you repeat, already getting up from your chair. You’re buzzing with excitement, with feelings. “I have to go. I’ll pay for the meal, okay?”

“No, don’t—”

“Sorry!”

You stop at the counter briefly before rushing out into the night. You feel that you know exactly where you need to be.

You get to the bakery minutes before closing time, which is exceptionally at 9 p.m. for the day. A couple is just coming out, and that leaves only Jungkook inside. There’s nothing left on display, and you know it’s been impossibly busy, which means Jin is probably in a bad mood, but you can’t wait until tomorrow. When you walk in, Jungkook looks up from behind the counter, clearly surprised by the sound of someone coming in that late, and a puzzled look settles on his face when he notices that you’re out of breath, your previously perfect make-up now looking a little worse for wear.

“Is everything alright?” he asks. He sounds worried, and any other day you would take the time to reassure him, but in that moment you’re pushed by an energy that can’t be stopped, so you just nod quickly as an answer.

“Is Jin here?”

“In the back,” he says, tilting his head in that direction, and you’re pretty sure a glint of understanding lights up in his eyes.

“Can I….?”

He nods, a grin on his lips, and now you’re sure he knows why you’re here. You don’t wait for him to tease you about it, quick to make your way past him.

You freeze the second you walk into the backroom, though. It’s not just because of Jin’s back, though that definitely has more of an effect on you than you’d like to admit — the broad shoulders, the muscular back, and inexplicably, the nape of his neck. It’s also because of the large bouquet of red roses, standing in a vase on the table next to him. Your breath catches in your throat as you look at them. They look beautiful, vibrant, their fragrance floating through the room, all the way to you.

“Who are the roses for?” you ask, making Jin jump.

Any other time, you would have been pleased to take him by surprise for once, but right now you’re hanging on his words, waiting for an answer. The air feels heavy between you, and it doesn’t help that he doesn’t answer immediately, swallowing silently as his eyes travel over your body. You had almost forgotten about the dress you were wearing, and, instead of making you feel comfortable and confident, like it had earlier, you feel naked and vulnerable under his gaze.

Finally, his eyes meet yours, mouth slightly open, and by that point your heart is hammering in your chest. You wonder if he has any idea of how you’re feeling right now. Had he noticed your feelings when even you weren’t aware of them?

“What?” he croaks, voice dry, like he’s forgotten what you said.

“The roses,” you repeat. “Who are they for?”

You need an answer. Desperately.

Jin’s eyes move to the roses, and his face falls. He turns his back to you again as he goes back to whatever he’s cleaning.

“Didn’t you have a date tonight?”

You shrug, though he can’t see it.

“I broke things off with him,” you say lightly, and you don’t miss the way his movements pause, or the way his shoulders tighten, for half a second, before he keeps moving. “Are you— are you meeting someone?”

“No,” he protests immediately. “You know I don’t believe in Valentine’s day.”

You do. You remember that. So you wait for an explanation. It takes a while, and you just wait silently behind him, suspecting that he’s waiting for you to go away. After a few minutes, though, he slams his hand on the table, still not looking at you.

“They’re for you, okay? You said you’d always wanted roses for Valentine’s Day, and I figured, maybe your stupid boyfriend didn’t know that yet, and that I could maybe just drop them off at your place, and—”

“You didn’t ask me why I broke up with him,” you interrupt him, cutting his rambling short, and he falls silent. You catch his eyes from over his shoulder. Finally, you’re feeling yourself calm down, and at the same time you’re practically shaking with anticipation. “I realized I had feelings for someone else,” you say when he still doesn’t ask, just watching you, lips tight.

“…You do?” he simply says in reply. He’s tense, guarded, and you take a careful step towards him.

“Yeah,” you nod. Your eyes aren’t leaving his, not even for a second. “He’s smart, and kind, and handsome.” You take a step for each description you give, and you can’t help but smile on the last word. But your smile doesn’t reach Jin’s lips, and he’s just looking at you like he’s expecting you to tell him someone else’s name, or to make fun of him. “And he makes me laugh,” you add quietly, as you get to him, leaning against the table. “A lot. Some have even said it was a little too much.”

“So who is he?” he asks, and you smile. It’s wild to you that you haven’t understood earlier how absolutely head over heels in love with him you are, especially right now, when you’re standing so close to him. It’s also wild that he can’t see it, because you feel as though you’re radiating with that emotion, feel that anyone should be able to tell.

“It’s you,” you breathe out. “It’s obviously you.”

Then you’re pushing yourself up against his mouth, soft and slow. One of his hands closes around your waist as he leans forward, towering over you. His eyes are shut, and you close your own, reveling in the feeling of his warm body pressed against your own. You feel his tongue darting out to brush against your lips, and they part to grant him access, eager to taste all of him and—

“Couldn’t you tell me that earlier?” Jin protests loudly, tearing himself away from you, and your eyes snap open. “I would have planned the best Valentine’s Day you’ve ever—”

You groan and cut him off with another kiss, faster and harder this time, grabbing his wrists to guide his hands to your hips. You moan in contentment into his mouth when he kisses you back and he swallows it eagerly, pressing you into the table, bodies meeting like they’ve been waiting for it for forever and you—

“I wanted to make you an amazing strawberry cake! Now I don’t have any strawberries left!”

“Jin, please,” you sigh, unable to tolerate any other interruption, “would you just shut up and kiss me?”

And, finally, he does. Holds you like he never wants to let you go, kisses you like there’s no tomorrow, and when the two of you part, he rests his forehead against yours like he can’t bear the thought of being away from you even for a second. The silent stretches, comfortable, only filled with your respirations, until someone clears their throat, and the two of you jump away from each other.

“Sorry,”Jungkook says with a shit-eating grin that tells you he’s not sorry at all, “but I was about to leave. Will the two of you be okay?”

“I’m sure we can work things out without you,” Jin says. “Goodbye!”

But Jungkook doesn’t leave right away, turning his smile to you. You would hide into Jin’s shoulder, but you feel so good you can’t be bothered right now.

“Goodbye (Y/N)!”

“Bye, Jungkook!”

“That kid, I swear,” Jin says, shaking his head, as Jungkook leaves, his laugh hanging in the air behind him for a few seconds.

“I quite like him,” you comment, fingers dancing down Jin’s neck to come trace the border of his shirt.

“Oh, you do?” There is a dangerous edge to his tone and you glance up, surprised.

“Are you jealous?” you ask. “I didn’t know you were the jealous type.”

“I’m not.”

“Because it’s not Jungkook I abandoned my date for.”

“Good that you did. I never liked him.”

“So you are jealous.”

Seokjin mumbles something incomprehensible and you laugh and hug him tighter. And when he asks you if you want to come upstairs, even if he doesn’t have the perfect Valentine’s Day dinner planned, even if really, all he has to offer is himself, you tell him yes, of course.

Because he’s all you want right now.

It turns out, you wouldn’t have eaten the dinner anyway. The second the door closes behind you, you’re pulling him down against you for a kiss, and he doesn’t oppose any resistance, doesn’t protest like he did before, just lets out a moan into your mouth. He’s just as eager as you are to get rid of that tight dress.

“Careful with the tights,” you warn when his hands start roaming your thighs.

“Take them off then,” he groans.

You press a few kisses against his mouth, feeling delighted with the way he restrains himself, hands turning into fists against your hips as he stops himself from tearing off your closes. Finally, you pull away with a giggle. His eyes are wide and dark with desire, and they only get wider when you playfully slide off your dress’ strap.

“Don’t tease,” he says, practically growls, but you decide that you will. You guide him to his couch, push him down onto it, and evade him when he tries to pull you down with him, slipping out of his grasp. You stand just out of his reach, but more than close enough to be tantalizing, and you see in his eyes that it’s working just fine.

You take the time of making a show out of sliding down your dress down your body, letting it pool down at your feet before stepping out of it. The heels are the next thing to go, and then, finally, the offending tights. The second you’re out of those, Seokjin pounces, grabbing your hips and pulling you onto the couch.

“If you want us to move this to the bedroom, now would be a good time to say it,” he says as he kisses your neck, hands traveling up and down your body, large and calloused, but kind and gentle.

“I’m good here,” you say, arching your back to grant him better access — and to roll your hips against him. “Are you good here?”

You feel his breath catching in his throat when you move, as well as something hard pressing against you in his pants, and his voice is slightly choked when he answers.

“Yeah. This would happen at some point anyway.”

You laugh. You can’t wait to try this in all the places the two of you can think of in his apartment.

“Then let’s get to it, shall we?”

Jin doesn’t seem to have anything to answer to that, especially not when you hook your leg around his, using your heel to push him down on top of you. He’s still dressed, but you plan on rectifying that. You stop kissing him to work on the buttons of his shirt, and he lets you, breathing heavily. Your fingers explore the skin you reveal in the process, and you’re delighted when he shivers as you find out where his sensitive spots are — right under his collarbone, his nipples, his ribs.

Finally, the shirt joins your dress on the floor. You take a second to marvel at his body. His shoulders are even nicer to look at like that, you decide. You capture Jin’s mouth again, this time with your hands fisting his hair. You’re feeling yourself growing more impatient, wetter, and while your panties are the only thing still covering your body, he’s still wearing pants — which is far too much clothing.

“I want you so bad,” you whisper to him, and his breath catches in his throat.

“Fuck. You have no idea what you’re doing to me.”

That makes you grin, and you arch your back into him again, pressing yourself against his now rock hard crotch.

“Oh, I think I do,” you reply devilishly, and all Jin does is to bury his head into your neck. His fast breathing tickles your skin, and you love it. You love discovering that you have that effect on him, love how you can make him come undone. Another night, you might really, really enjoy teasing him about it, but you have something else on your mind tonight.

Your hand travels down his body to palm him through his pants, and he groans, bucking his hips against it involuntarily.

“Let me take care of that?” you offer, and he pulls away to raise an eyebrow at you.

Wordlessly, you guide him so he’s sitting on the couch, and then, without breaking eye contact, you drop to your knees. You watch as his eyes go wide and he swallows loudly. You don’t give him time to regain his composure, gently nudging his legs apart so you can place yourself there comfortably.

“Fuck,” he repeats as your hands travel over his thighs before unbuckling his belt.

He lifts himself off the couch so you can slide down his pants and underwear, and that leaves him in his naked glory. And boy, is he glorious, dick standing erect and proud, precum already dripping from the tip. You suppose it’s been a while since the last time he had any sort of intercourse, and so you decide that you will do everything that’s in your power to make it worth his while.

You do your best to maintain eye contact with him while you lean forward to gently take in the head of his cock, wrapping your red lips around it as your hand grips the base.

“Ah,” he gasps, and you wonder if he gets loud during sex.

You hope he does.

You mostly tease him at first, running your tongue over the tip, and you feel his hand grabbing the back of your head gently. He doesn’t try to control your pace or to push you down. He seems to just be anchoring himself as he lets you do whatever you want. Glancing up, you see that he’s thrown his head back and his mouth is hanging open, letting out quiet moans that sometimes get high-pitched.

For some reason, the sight of his exposed throat turns you on impossibly. You slide a hand down your body to try to get some relief as well, and you moan loudly when your fingers finally find your clit. The vibrations have Jin push his hips up as his hands tighten on you. A second later, his eyes snap open.

“Shit, I’m sorry, I—”

“It’s fine,” you reassure him, “I don’t mind but— Do you have a condom somewhere?”

He hesitates, then reaches for the coffee table. He opens the drawer, rummages through it quickly, and finds what he’s looking for.

“Taehyung said it was good to have them all over the house, just in case,” he feels obligated to explain to you, even while he struggles to open it and to put it on.

Well, you owe Taehyung one, you decide, but now really is not the time to discuss that, so you pull him down for quick kiss before he can lose himself in his ramble.

“Want you now,” you tell him, and it sounds like an order.

“Yes ma’am,” he mumbles, pulling you back up onto the couch.

Your panties are soon gone, and he spreads your legs open with utmost care. Even if you’re pretty sure he could just slide right in, with how wet you are, he pushes a long finger inside you, then another.

“You’re so wet for me,” he marvels. “So wet, and I haven’t even touched you.”

“Don’t flatter yourself too much yet,” you moan. “There’s still work to be done here.”

His eyes are full of love when he looks at you, taking in your body, now completely naked and offered. Just for him.

“Oh, I’ll do it. Don’t you worry about that.”

You’re about to call him out for his cockiness when he lines his cock with your entrance, tip rubbing against your folds, and you close your mouth instead, wisely choosing not to provoke him when he could so easily make you pay for it by making you wait. Except it seems he’s just as impatient as you, because he pushes himself inside you without pause.

You moan and shift to accommodate the stretch, and Seokjin goes still on top of you.

“Are you okay?” he asks. You’re satisfied with the strain in his voice, like knowing you’re not the only one to be so affected here.

“Hmm,” you hum. “Can you— move? A little?”

He pulls out a little, experimentally, and you moan louder than before. It takes you a few minutes to figure out the pace, as your hips keep moving, desperately searching for more friction, but they’re not unpleasant, filled with kisses, sweet nothings and the feeling of his warm skin against yours. In those moments, you feel like you’re discovering him all over again, and you find yourself enjoying that more than you can say.

Finally, you find yourselves, and the sound of skin against skin fills the room, along with your loud, high-pitches moans, and Seokjin’s — softer, quieter, but definitely there. You meet each of his thrusts, with one hand between the two of you to rub against your clit. When you first clench around him, he finally lets out a moan that’s as loud as yours.

“Fuck, fuck, fffuck,” he says, head falling against you, cheek pressed against your collarbone. “If you— If you do that again I’ll— Wait, please, wait, wanna— wanna cum with you—”

You arch your back, your nipples grazing against his chest, and force up the pace of your hips. Jin is moving incoherently, begging into your neck, and you want to give him exactly what he’s asking for. When you clench around him again, it’s with your orgasm. It’s all it takes to push him over the edge as well, but you barely feel his hips stutter into you, completely taken over by your own pleasure.

It takes you a little while to come back down from your high, and when you do, you meet his eyes. They’re soft and gentle, and, more than anything that’s happened until then, they make you melt.

“Hey,” he whispers, “you okay?”

“Yeah. Yeah, more than okay, in fact. You?”

“More than okay, too,” he says as a lazy smile spreads across his features.

“Good. That’s good.”

Pillow talk is not your forte.

“Hey,” Jin says, coming to rest his forehead against your shoulder.

“Hmm?”

“I think I’m in love with you.”

You chuckle.

“I think I’m in love with you too.”

“That’s good,” Jin says, but his voice sounds choked up, raspy, and you know he’s probably blushing. So you don’t add anything, just run your fingers over his scalp, the nape of his neck, down his back. Let him know you’re here, that you’ve got him, that you’re not going anywhere.

“Are you— are you staying the night?” he asks.

“Sure, unless you’re kicking me out.”

His arms tighten around you possessively.

“I would never.”

It takes a little longer before Jin manages to get the two of you off the couch to go get cleaned up, and then into bed, but of that night, there is not a second that you would call unnecessary or superfluous. Not one.

Every single one of them, every moment you spend with Jin on that first night, are essential, and you could not pick one of them to take back.

March 14th

The bell chimes happily when you walk into the shop, and even though Jin is busy with another customer, his eyes immediately find you. It’s something simple, yet it’s something you love about him. The way he always seems to find you, and the pleasant warmth that fills you without fail when you see him. You’ve been told that it was just the high of the first months of a relationship, not to get too used to it but you hope that, even if it dims, it won’t go away completely.

“Hey, Jin, your ears are turning really red. Why are your ears turning red?”

You laugh while your boyfriend turns to shoot a furious look at Yoongi. He’s sitting in your spot, in the back of the shop, and he’s looking smug. That comment of his has become a pretty common thing to hear whenever you walk in, or just when Jin and you are speaking. To be completely honest, you’re not too mad about it. Jin is good at acting like you have no effect on him, but the blush betrays him, and it’s been both cute and useful to see what actually gets to him, or bothers him sometimes.

“I’ll kick you out of my shop if you keep that up!” Jin shouts at him. “Don’t think I won’t!”

But Yoongi just chuckles into his mug, clearly not taking him seriously — and he’s probably right for that.

“So, do you know what today is?” Jin asks nonchalantly after he’s turned back to face you, gesturing for Jungkook take over with the other customer.

Your eyes widen in horror.

“Please don’t tell me you want us to celebrate our one month anniversary. I haven’t planned anything for that.”

Jin rolls his eyes.

“I would argue that our one-month anniversary is tomorrow, if we’re being precise, because that’s when we, um, really talked about it.”

He’s not wrong. It had been a pleasant thing, to wake up in his arms the morning after, to the sensation of his lips gently kissing your neck, and an even nicer thing to take your breakfast with him. You couldn’t pinpoint why exactly. It had just been what had absolutely and irrevocably sealed the  deal for you. You knew it hadn’t been a mistake. You wanted to be with him.

“Hmm, but there is still some sort of anniversary to be celebrated tonight then,” you say, leaning over the counter. “I’m sure I could prepare something for that.”

His ears and neck flush, and Yoongi has the delicacy of not pointing it out this time.

“That’s not— That’s not what I’m talking about! Today is the white day.”

You raise an eyebrow.

“That’s when boys are supposed to give chocolates back to the girls they like,” Jin elaborates.

“But I didn’t give you chocolates,” you say.

“No, but you’re still the one who— Yoongi, I swear to God— You know. You’re the one who took the first step.”

Despite his recent outburst, it’s obvious that he feels embarrassed and vulnerable in that moment. You’d kind of gathered that he really regretted not asking you out before Sungho had, but you had never thought that it was actually an issue.

“I’m really happy I did,” you tell him quietly. He’s not fond of PDA, but you still allow your fingers to brush against his. That feels discreet enough.

“I know,” he says, and there’s so much love in his eyes when he looks at you that it’s a real miracle that you don’t melt into a puddle right then and there. “But I still—” He sighs. “You’re really ruining my plans. This was meant to go over smoothly.”

“Sorry,” you apologize with a wide grin while he picks something up from behind the counter.

“There,” he mumbles, handing you the box.

You open it, genuinely curious. You feel the eyes of everyone else in the shop — Yoongi, Namjoon, Jungkook and, of course, Jin — on you, and you want to tell most of them off, but you suppose that since this is where most of your relationship development happened, they’re kind of part of the story too.

The box is filled with chocolates shaped like roses.

“I know it’s not much,” Jin is quick to say, “but I just wanted to—”

“Jin?” you interrupt him.

“Y-yeah?”

“I’m going to kiss you.”

His eyes go wide, and then he sighs, but he can’t force away the smile that’s forcefully making its way on his lips.

“Well, if you absolutely have to—”

But he doesn’t protest when you pull him over the counter to kiss him, hands gently closing over your shoulders. He even brings you back for a second, even briefer kiss, and there’s something fierce in his eyes then. He superbly ignores the cheers that come from your friends in the room.

“I have to warn you, you’re never getting rid of me now,” he says, and it’s light-hearted, but you know there’s a lot of truth behind those words.

“Good,” you simply reply. “I wouldn’t want that for the world.”

He looks like he wants to add something to that, but he chokes on the words, and he falls quiet instead. It’s just as good, really.

There are some things you don’t need words for.

Some things that can be expressed just as easily with a box full of rose-shaped chocolates.

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My Top Posts in 2022:

#5

Helping Humans Is Complicated

"I don't understand. We showed the new planet our wellness machines and offered to modify them for humans, but their governments don't seem interested. They keep insisting their technology is better despite the data and demanding weapons technology we don't have."

"Oh yeah, I've heard about this. It's like a mix of species pride and a weird distrust of freely offered new things."

"Well, what do we do? Just leave the technology with them and hope for the best?"

"Nope. Take it away."

"...I'm sorry?"

"Take it away from them. Say they can't have it. Tell them it's too valuable to share."

"But surely if they don't care now, they won't care then."

"Oh, they definitely will. This species has invented entire agencies dedicated to stealing information other human groups try to keep secret. They can't stand not being ALLOWED to have something."

"Even if they didn't want it in the first place? How does that make sense?"

"Look, I don't know, but I found an example of it in the Earth History and Legends archive. Supposedly, peasants didn't like the taste of a healthy tuber this human king wanted to introduce, so he just told everyone they couldn't have the tubers, planted them, and posted really lax guards around the garden. Peasants 'stole' the tubers, and boom: nutritious potatoes introduced. "

"That's...nonsensical. I'm not sure we should give them anything if they're going to be that way about it."

"All I'm saying is that whether you take away the tech to trick them or take it away because you don't think they deserve it, humans are determined little plurski, and they WILL steal it. Should be interesting to see how they get past our firewalls."

"Do we even want relations with this kind of group?"

"Oh yeah, they can be super tough and resourceful, on the whole. Plus their coffee is FANTASTIC."

1,196 notes - Posted October 10, 2022

#4

I love posts about human customs being incomprehensible to aliens or humans having all these strange but helpful instincts, but you know what would also be funny? Aliens super relating to some of humanity’s less admirable qualities.

- Woman starts shrieking hysterically at alien encounter, aliens are pleased that someone there properly respects the momentousness of this potentially terrifying occasion.

- Obsessive collector becomes liason to aliens with dragon-like hoarding culture.

- Human crying over a papercut is first human that soft jellyfish aliens feel they can relate to.

- Massive introvert (this is not a bad human quality it’s just rarer to see in Humans As Space Orcs scenarios) who likes spending time alone in a small room is highly desirable as coworker for extremely social race that get anxious in enclosed spaces, lets them work on other things in more open areas.

- Human with poor hygeine learns aliens find the smell of sweat delightful.

- Hivemind aliens mistaking an angry mob for another hivemind, successfully open relations with mob leader.

1,955 notes - Posted August 15, 2022

#3

Yes yes everyone’s talking (or not) about Bruno and other plot twists in Encanto, but I want to explore the REALLY GROUNDBREAKING points of Encanto that you never expect in a Disney movie:

Heroine has two LOVING, ALIVE parents who are STILL MARRIED.

Both main married couples on-screen have been faithfully married (and NOT died) for at least 20 years.

The husbands are both LOVING and AFFECTIONATE to their kids and wives. (Yes I WILL go on about healthy marriages and families portrayed in media and you CANT STOP ME)

The main character’s dad is kinda goofy but still shown to be wise and capable when it matters.

A boy got the requisite animal companion(s) instead of the main girl.

The main girl has NO potential love interests ANYWHERE.

EVIL IS NOT LIME, I REPEAT, EVIL IS NOT LIME!!!!

5,373 notes - Posted January 20, 2022

#2

Using my prodigious powers of deep literary analysis and cultural correlation, I believe I can and have predicted the next scene for @buggachat​​ ‘s Miraculous Ladybug Bakery Enemies AU. Please consider my carefully and exhaustively rendered hypothesis:

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5,977 notes - Posted August 24, 2022

My #1 post of 2022

It has just occurred to me that of all the characters in Winnie the Pooh, the only ones that lack both fingerless stuffing hands and faint seam lines (the indications that someone is a stuffed animal) are Rabbit and Owl. Which carries the possible implication that Rabbit and Owl are just a normal rabbit and owl living with a bunch of sentient stuffed animals.

And somehow this makes Rabbit’s constant consternation with all of his neighbors even funnier to me.

53,119 notes - Posted May 13, 2022

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