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No like seriously ARE we ready to talk about the misogyny in fandom spaces
#or more so like. the disparity. of depictions of men vs of women. i#and like. dear god. it's dire out here sometimes#um. anyway i dont say this to like invalidate anyone and i worry that by even saying this it feels terfy?#but its like no u can talk about misogyny while including trans people especially bc of the overlap. heterocissexism. is ghat a word#like . ugh i just. its never like an individual thing i have beef with u know#like if someone tends to prefer male characters or writing men loving men im never gonna shit on em yk#it just . bothers me how large of a trend it is#especially in comparison to f/f...#like jave u see the differences on ao4#ao3*#or the differences in how people talk about men vs women here#obviously theres room outside that binary and i fucking hate it as it stands anyway but it does stand and we should talk about it.#like i dont think this is just a cis issue at all. we should also talk about how we talk about nonbinary or gender non conforming characters#but its also like can we be normal about women too. and not prioritize men always . um#hey guys . rambling in the tags is all to say. this post explicitly includes trans people. i will not tolerate any#transphobic rhetoric on any responses to it. you will be blocked.#sierra speaks#misogyny in fandom
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That It Is (Astarion)
Pairing: Astarion x Reader [Baldur's Gate 3]
Summary: After a long day trudging through the sunlit wetlands, you discover your bedroll is waterlogged, and that Astarion has lost his in the swamp... AKA, the classic: âoh no, thereâs one bed, whatever shall we do, darling?â (Act 1 spoilers).
A/N This one has a tad more enemies-to-lovers vibe to it, but sweetness nonetheless.Â
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Night was creeping over Faerûn.
After a day of toiling through the deep murk of the sunlit wetlands, your party had found refuge: an abandoned shack a little ways inland from the swamp. It was unassuming enough through the fog that Gale had tripped over its porch, and even Astarionâs darkvision had missed the contours of the old building tucked away.Â
But once scoped, you found that the place was empty. Shadowheart deemed it safe enough for you to unpack your bedrolls and dry your waterlogged boots. So you did just thatâeven managing to rouse a fire with an ignis and a few pieces of damp wood.Â
The flames took a few moments to blaze to life, but once they did, the warmth was heavenly on your skin. One by one, you started to shed your wet outer garments, laying them out by the fire.
âOh, bloody hells!â
A voice rang out over the crackling hearth. You turned to find Astarion on his knees, rummaging through his supply pack half-deranged. Â
He flung the contents out onto the floor: some soggy books, a cask of water, pristinely-folded clothes. Then he promptly turned the pack upside down, seemingly devestated to find nothing else inside.
The rogue threw his hands up. âGone,â he declared, with a dejected sort of laugh. âBe it just my luck after trudging through this gods forsaken wasteââ
From the corner of the room, Shadowheart stopped wringing out her gloves. She gave you a look. Deal with him, she said through the shared connection.Â
With a sigh, you conceded. âWhatâs wrong, Astarion?â You stood over the pale elf, hand on hip, âBroken a nail?âÂ
Irritation painted his face, but his demeanour remained playful.âHa! Hilarious as always, my dear,â he replied, without sparing you so much as a glance. âAlas, Iâm afraid my situation is a tad more dire.âÂ
You clicked your tongue. âGo on.â
Astarion stood up, taking a moment to dust himself off. âIt seems Iâve lost my bedroll somewhere in that bloody marsh,â he finally admitted.Â
Somewhere across the room, Shadowheartâs snort was quickly covered up by a faux cough from Gale. âOh?â you said, âI thought elves didnât need to sleep.âÂ
Astarion shot you a glare. âAnd do you need to dry your clothes by the fire? Need to eat tonight or, gods forbid, drive us half mad with your infernal singing sometime tomorrow?âÂ
He stalked the cabin, pointing vivaciously at your drying garments, and menial rations youâd hoped wouldnât spoil.Â
You felt your brow furrow at his display. âNo need to be rude,â you said shortly. âTodayâs been hard on all of us.â Pushing past him, you quickly retrieved your own pack from its place near the door. âHereâjust take mine.â
Fishing around the bag, you searched for your own bedroll before producing it for him. Astarion let out a sound of disgust.Â
âYou could at least try to be grateful, Astarion,â you started. Then you felt it; your trusted bedroll squelched in your hand. It was pasted with a layer of thick algae, and some other mysteries you couldnât discern. âSon of aââ you cursed. How had you forgotten when it rolled into the marsh earlier in the day?
A hand found your shoulder. âThanks for the generous offer, my dear, but I think Iâll pass,â Astarion said, proudly. He then flicked a rather large leech off your bedroll, causing Gale to shriek when it landed at his feet. âIâd like to remain the only bloodsucker around here.â
You were about to quip back, when Astarion stepped closerâenough so that his breath dusted your cheek when he spoke. âAnd I think I spy a bed in the other room. That should do me just fine.âÂ
It took you a moment to unravel his words. By the time you did, heâd already traipsed halfway across the cabin. âHang on a moment,â you called after him,âI already staked my claim on that earlier!â
âHmm?â the elf hummed, feigning ignorance.
The audacity. You shot a glance back at the wizard, who immediately threw his hands up in surrender. âOh no, you donât,â warned Gale, âIâm staying out of this one.â
To his left, Shadowheart looked equally unbothered by your plight. You scowled at them both.Â
It was going to be a long night.
â
The cabin was quiet. It had been some time since you had rested in a place with a roof and four walls. There were no beasties lurking near your camp, or dangers beyond the trees. The only threat to your person was Galeâs snores coming from the main living space. Heâd taken refuge on the floor, whilst Shadowheart seized the chaise lounge.Â
It was a comfortable night. So in principle, you should have had no problem falling into a dreamless sleep. Especially given the feather bed at your back.Â
âYou know, my dear,â Astarion whispered, âI might have agreed to this arrangement, but that was under the condition that you get some sleep.â
You tried not to startle, but his words sounded so close to your ear. It made your skin prickle with anticipationâdespite doing your utmost not to show it.Â
âI think youâll find I was the one who was forced to agree,â you countered, âand Iâm trying. You justââÂ
Shifting in the bed, you turned around to face the elf beside you. He was leaning on one arm, gazing up at the wooden ceiling as though he were watching the stars. His eyes found yours. âI what?â he asked.Â
You could hear his grin; he was teasing you. But you wouldnât give him the satisfaction of backing down now. âYou make me nervous,â you answered bluntly.Â
He did not reply. Each second of silence that passed made you more and more uneasy. You couldnât see him well in the dark. And as much as you tried to make out the contours of his face, you knew for sure discern every line on yoursâevery expression you hoped to conceal. âAnd whyâs that?â he finally asked.
You let out a huff before falling onto your back. âYou know why. Stop acting so smugâIt doesnât suit you."
Astarionâs laugh made its way to you. âEverything suits me, darling.âÂ
A witty remark alluded you, so you opted to stay quiet. Sleep was what you needed right now. The gods only know how deprived you were of it.
So you plumped your pillow and made yourself comfortable. Then you gathered some blankets to yourself. A yawn left you, but your mind felt anything but relaxed. You readjusted again, this time your body pressing into Astarion's. He moved to accomodate you; you stiffened in response.
âWill you stop wriggling around? I canât so much as move without you flinching."
At his words, your breath hitched. You were midway through an apology before he interrupted.
âLook at me,â he said.
Despite the darkness, his thumb perfectly traced your jaw until it found the space just under your chin. Gently, he coaxed your head up.
âYou know Iâve drank from you, right?â You gasped at his candidness. âI've felt your pulse on my tongue and your blood coat my teeth,â he went on. âHells, I have your thoughts swimming in my head far more often than you probably realise.â
He paused for a moment, and in that time you breathed twice as fast as you ought to.
âYouâve allowed me that much, so sleeping beside me like this?â he said, with a lightness to his voice, âthat shouldnât matter, now should it.â
You couldn't reply. His words were likely meant to comfort, but they had only the opposite effect. As his fingers brushed your cheek, you immediately pulled backâhoping he did not feel the way you burned for him.
âNo. I guess not?â you stuttered.
âGood,â came his reply. âNow sleep. I promise I wonât biteâÂ
He returned to his side of the bed, not overstepping the invisible boundary you'd drawn earlier that evening.
And on your side, you were left to press down whatever feelings threatened to bubble to the surface. You werenât quite ready to let them out yetânot when you couldnât see clearly the face he would make in response.
Right now, you just needed to sleep.
So you focused on the snores echoing from the other room, the rain pattering the windows, Astarion's breaths and your heartâwhich, without realising, had recently started to beat for him.
âGoodnight, Astarion,â you whispered into the dark.
âYes, my dear," he said softly. "That it is."
#astarion#astarion x reader#astarion x mc#bg3#astarion x oc#astarion x tav#astarion x y/n#astarion x you#baldur's gate 3#bg3 fanfic#astarion fanfic#astarion acunin#astarion fanfiction#bg3 fanfiction#bg3 oneshot#bg3 x reader
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Could we get a Yandere platonic strawhats x reader, where someone from the readerâs world somehow also gets isekaiâd- and maybe tries to encourage the reader to look for a way home behind strawhats backs?
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A/N: Sure thing !
Warning: Slight Stockholm
The night fell and only the stars and the moon light up the Sunny. Laying in bed with someone you once considered a friend when a thud on the deck peaked your curiosity. You didnât want to wake anyone, sneaking around the room to the door clenching the knob as quietly as you could. You open the door slowly, not only for discretion but for protection as your eye peaks through the crack. Without the light you couldnât see but a figure was sprawled out in the middle of the deck, unmoving.
You look over your shoulder, silver glimmers through the moonlight invading the otherwise dark room on the corner of the girls vanity.
A pocket knife, you snatch it and creep back to the door, cringing when you hear a slight squeak under your foot. The knife safety secured in your right hand waiting to strike as you walk out onto the deck, slowly approaching the unknown.
The moon helps you see better when you get closer, it was a normal looking human. Your hand reaches out and thatâs when the person in front of you woke up. As they were about to scream your hand quickly makes it way to their mouth. As this happens your able to see their face clearly, a familiar face.
The revelation soon comes to the two of your and you embrace one another, after doing a little catching up a new light appears.
Zoro had woken, ears as sharp as ever and he immediately gets defensive over the unwelcome guest aboard. You try to keep things under wraps but before you knew it the entire Strawhats crew was woken due to the commotion.
The same questions arose from when you first got here, a familiar sense of dread set in your stomach as well. You were already in a dire situation, your friend could very much end up the same if they were to find out how theyâd gotten here.
When you were able to get some alone time you warned them, you could tell my the expression panic had set through your dear friend. You did your best to calm them down and assured them that youâd both get home without doubt.
However, this time around theyâd become even more overbearing. You had a feeling they realized you two were from the same place, you shouldâve known when you were the one who defended them when they were being interrogated. Letting out a sigh your rake your hand over your face beginning yet another day of figuring out ways to go home.
Youâve read every book, scroll, anything with words, hoping youâd get a clue or an answer, yet nothing seems to pop up pertaining your situations. Your friend was more creative in this aspect than you wouldâve thought.
During times you were left alone your friend shared multiple plans getting away from the Strawhats and of getting home without ending up here again.
When you would make pit stops on islands the two of you would partner up going door to door for information, until you felt the eyes of the crew burning holes in the backs of your heads.
A smirk fell in your face when your friend came to whisper, â This is harder than I thought, theyâre like predators waiting to pounce. How could they be onto us.â
It made you chuckle both in humor and sadness. God forbid someone else ends up here, itâll take some time but that sense of danger and the deep sinking feeling of dread always makes itself known.
Your friend never stops encouraging you though, reiterating plans and quirking them only to realize that they were two steps ahead of us. Always.
You gave up hope along time ago but, your friend always gives you a glimmer and your grasp for the first embers that on every occasions are just beyond your reach.
Sometimes you were thankful your friend was here. Not just because you felt alone with 11 other people on the ship but, because you could finally be completely alone for more than five minutes as the crew was now heavily infatuated with their new member.
It was as if you were back to watching one piece through a screen, watching everything play out the same way it did when you first arrived but to your friend.
Luffyâs eyes flickering in excitement of having a new friend to play with, Sanji trying to enchant them with charms and drinks, Zoro making mental notes about the little things they do, the entire crew just seemed robotic and fake before your eyes.
Time flew and as the attention was now barley on you they hadnât realized how much youâd changed. Itâs not that you even craved the attention but the growth you had made was so externally shown that it shocked you every time you glanced at the mirror.
Although itâs unclear through screen, each member of the crew was incredibly toned. Even the ones who seem weak, and fragile, the muscle definition before your eyes made them all look like Olympic gold medalists.
While they were so distracted you accustomed your body to the standards of this world, making yourself stronger and faster. Surprisingly even your friend hadnât noticed, maybe reveling in all the attention stolen from you.
Like a moth to the flame. The flame of attention that followed your friend, no, donât let intrusive thoughts fuel the growing hatred of your friend.
Youâd been here for half a year now, your friend arriving only three months after you arrived. Who wouldâve known that youâd not only still be here but be here with your friend. It was nice to still spend time with them when the straw hats werenât down your throats.
Looking at the endless sea they turn to you, â I know how hard youâve been working, I never said it but I can tell.â
You him and turn to them, your peripheral vision giving you a small view of Robin watching the two of you while pretending to read a book. You almost groaned till they started speaking again.
â I know weâve tried everything. Everything that we could think of⊠that was considered safe. Sage enough that we couldnât get caught.â
You nodded wondering which direction the conversation was going to go. You eyes widened at what they said next, completely shocked by the now growing excitement tingling in your joints.
â We need to get out the box weâve put ourselves in, try things that arenât so safe. I know youâre capable, but so do the rest of them.â
You relaxed your face, not wanting to show joy that would invite unwelcome guests in your vicinity. You were glad to finally start getting serious with your friend, you concluded long ago that you wouldnât get away from them if you played everything safe, never taking a risk.
You could also argue about why you play it safe in the first place, remembering nights where theyâd lock you in a room at the bottom of the ship, only your thoughts to sleep with, listening to the eire sounds of the ship rocking back and forth against the merciless waves. Or when their grip shattered the bones in your wrist making you feel less than human.
There were many reason why you had to place it safe, but that glimmer of hope that made you want to finally just reach for it.
You finally decided to say something, and the smile on your friends face rivaled a childâs expression on Christmas Day.
â We can leave tonight.â
A/N: I actually really liked this, I wanted to go on and write more maybe expanding on the different things that happened over the three months with Y/Nâs Friend and the crew but I didnât want to make this too long as I have a chapter to write and a few more asks đ. Hope you enjoyed !
#one piece#one piece x black!reader#yandere strawhats#one piece x reader#x black reader#one piece headcanons#one piece imagine#one piece sanji#zoro x black reader#isekai yandere strawhats#isekai one piece#isekai x reader#isekai yandere#platonic yandere#op nami#one piece zoro#nico robin#one piece oneshots#x gn reader#one piece angst
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The OCs you posted recently look really cool- could you talk a bit about them? Maybe the antagonists as well?
!! oh thank you :D
suuure yea :>> it's a smaller, newer thing of mine so not a lot n some of it may change!! but here's some profiles lol,
⧠Tide (the square head; they/them) is some sort of creature thing who lives in a remnant of an old world that decayed a long time ago after finding themself trapped there (that changes after they meet the goddess). they're head over heels for the goddess that still remains in the corridors there and they're not very normal about it hbfhvs - they can't be killed by any regular shmegular means and i have fun with that loll
⧠Vernor (ponytail gal; she/her) i don't have a lot for her, but she ended up in the same place Tide did and is very upset about it, understandably. she's good a martial arts and cries easily, and is pretty suspicious of most strangers :) she has a small knife-thing that works like a witch's broom (you have to hold the little handle for dear life though lmao) but i haven't gotten around to drawing it so !
⧠Dire (red circle; he/him) was created by the aforementioned goddess to dump emotions/thoughts she didn't want into, and then just sent him on his way lmfvhsh - because of that he is confused most of the time and still pretends to know everything but is figuring things out for real lol :3đhe hates to change his clothing and is snappy, and the snappiness may get worse on personal proximity hbfshv
^ these three have a Thing goin on. mostly qpp cuz i think it's fun :33
⧠Sleepy (the antagonist, he/him) the elusive guy. elusive bc i haven't drawn him lmfsh - another budy trapped in this old chunk of a dead world, he is also upset about it but to a much more desperate extent lol - his name isn't actually Sleepy but Tide nicknamed him that when they first met and now he can't seem to shake it hfsh, he Does hate it :) he is violent but he can play nicies so he does that most time loll
⧠the goddess (only thing holding this world together, She/her/it (capitalization is optional :3)) has been here for ages, ages, ages. her world's been long dead but she just keeps living for the monotony of it hfsh; plus, it's like her job never ended if she just keeps doing the same regular things she always did. bc of that it's actually preserved her chunk of annihilation, and sucks other creatures in w/o her knowing. the chunk is like a maze that keeps changing shape, so unless you can see it from a god's eyes the place is iiiiiinfinite! and terrible; the place changes to her moods and wishes, which can be interpreted p strangely lol :3 she's talked to and kept Tide around bc she needed somebody to deal with all these weird people coming into her dang house, and it's worked out fairly well (dubious)! :D
the world-chunk is inspired by vaporwave, abandoned malls, and the distinct smell of chlorine my mother has sometimes loll :)
#just us hi#a dollar and 75 cents#HELLO#thanks for asking. here are many words bfhsvkk#the main 3 have their little powers too but i'm still workshopping those n they aren't so important really lol :)#they're kinda my 'neutral' project so if i get stuck and can't pick anything i wanna do/think abt i just default to them hfh :>>#also tide can go by any pronouns but i am/was tired. depending on whose talking abt them they'll change sometimes hfsbhv#vernor made everyone in the group a lesbian by default so everyone say thanks vernor lmvjskvj#dire is trans đ„đ„đ„ was created and immediately went 'do we have other options' and She went '? yeah' 'well let's see them' kfsvhb#sleepy was transported here in his PJs n that's how he got that funkin name hfbvsj <3 he's got good reasons for everything but Aaaaawful#methods lolll - he n tide were semi-close but then Uh Ohh !! he went and did a thing hfh :)#the goddess pretends like it doesn't see anything but She is LOCKED in. laser-focused. next to nothing is escaping her#despite being the goddess here she can't harm anybody; thaaat's another reason for tide lol :3#mmm and i think i only missed Diane; diane lives in a place that never moves and nearly anyone can find when they need to#i think the goddess loves her n that's why she doesn't move hfshb :3#//ANYWHO yeah. stuff#this is one of my smaller projects...#can you imagine how unmanageable pi.e is Lmaoooo#//THANKS for the ask and interest ! ! ! :D#[spins spins throws glitter on you spins]
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Petitioning Saint Jude for Hope, Healing, and Health.
If you are in a situation that seems hopeless? And you might feel like you can't achieve the impossible, or as if happiness is unreachable. Remember: You are not alone. Saint Jude is the patron saint of lost causes, and you can petition him for aid for just about anything.
Who was Saint Jude? Saint Jude, also known as San Judas, was a farmer by trade, that became one of Jesus's Apostles. The story tells us he visited the King of Edessa, who was sick with leprosy -- this disease was the most highly infectious, disfiguring, disease at the time. The saint brought the king a portrait of Jesus. Jesus had touched the cloth to his face. As soon as the King of Edessa saw the portrait, his leprosy was miraculously cured. Word soon spread far and wide of Jude's powers to heal the sick. Since leprosy was also impossible to cure, he became the patron saint of hope and desperate situations.
Remember saints are not God, you can ask God for help and hw rill send a spirit to assist.
But don't ask are call apon St Jude for things you can achieve your self. Keep in mind that St. Jude Thaddeus is the patron saint of [lost causes and desperate situations]. Although he is sure to intercede for you, keep in mind that there are other saints that can help your financial situation, health, relationships etc. If youâre not going through an emergency find another Saint to help.
Calling Upon Saint Jude For Helping With Problems In A Relationship
When it comes to love it can be difficult and when do do have it it can be hard to keep it. Then He can help. St Jude help to keep that love alive.
Get yourself a St.Jude Candle add a few drops of holy oil or St Jude oil. Lite it and say.
"St. Jude, we have problems in our relationship. Beg almighty God to give us the light to see ourselves and each other as we really are. Help us to grow daily in self-knowledge and mutual love while at the same time developing our potential to love and be loved". Amen.
I personally wouldn't add a spell with this to keep love going but this works well with a small sweeting jar help shw the two how much the do love each other makes there love stronger.
Petitioning the Saint for Healing. Saint Jude's reputation as a healer is perfect to call on for help with injuries or illness. (A saint's help is no substitute for medicine or seeing a doctor) but they can still work as a guide, helping the hands of doctors. With the powder of God.
Start by cleansing your home -- especially sickrooms -- you can use a Saint Jude bath & floor wash. Since you want to remove illness from your life, (see post on washes and baths and how to use them correctly) Place a white Saint Jude candle in the sick room or, in the heart of the home. Anoint it with a few drops of Saint Jude oil, or Holy oil. and light it. While Saying...
"Saint Jude, patron saint of causes that seem lost, I call to you to ask for your help, for I know that nothing is truly impossible with divine help. Intercede with the Heavenly Father, that He might bring assistance where it is most needed.[Describe your problem here.] I will always remember this kindness and mercy, and shall forever be grateful to you". Amen.
You can get a Saint Jude medal anoint it with a drop of the oil, and have that person wear it wear it. (The medel can be added to a healing mojo bag)
Allow the candle to burn out, and dispose of the remains.
A Petition for Monetary Help. Sometimes we all need a little help with finance but when petitioning St. Jude for money make Shure you'll in dire need for it, and not because you want more.
Light and anoint his candle. Then speak this ..
"Dear St. Jude Thaddeus, Please hear my urgent plea for financial help. I am in desperate need of assistance and I turn to you in my time of need.I am struggling to make ends meet and I am feeling hopeless and helpless.I am doing everything I can to try to improve my financial situation but I need your help.
Please intercede on my behalf and help me to find a solution to my financial problems.I am willing to work hard to improve my situation but I need your guidance and your help.I am asking you to please help me to find a source of income that will enable me to take care of my financial obligations.I am also asking for your immediate help in receiving some money in the very near future. I need it for (state a reason here). St. Jude, you know I speak from my oldheart when I tell you this is a noble reason, and your intercession will make a huge difference in my life. I will not squander this money, nor will I use it for evil or sinful pursuits.
I will keep working hard after I have dealt with this, but for now I need urgent assistance. I am grateful for your help in this urgent matter and I promise to remember you in my prayers". Amen.
Remember add a glass of water to your altar for the spirit. You can use some holy incense to help call the saint (see my post on Incense)
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Letter to a Name that Isn't Mine (Anymore)
A letter I wrote to a version of myself that can't exist, for my sake.
TW: Grief and dysphoria and the general trauma of growing up trans. Take care of yourselves.
My love,
    My dear, my darling. How are you? How have you been? Itâs been a little too long since I last wrote, and all I can do is offer apology. Whether or not you accept is your call. Time has been formless and shifting these days, and I find myself more often than not adrift in it all. Unmoored. I moved yesterday; Iâm finishing the move today, maybe into tomorrow; on the first of June Iâll move again. To be honest, itâs up there with the worst things Iâve had to do. I genuinely hate it. Alas! Come the first Iâll be in a house! With a kitchen! Itâs just up Alder, and Iâll stay till mid August when I go back for Passages. In continuing with the trend of doing college the same way dad did, Iâm going to be an orientation leader, too.
    Itâs been hard, my love, whoâs name sounds like [it is too early and the canyon is quiet and cool and the only sounds are birdsong and enginegrowl and musichum and you are at peace and it is all soft]. Still, her death aches raw and rancid, an open wound I am sometimes lucky enough to simply forget about. Every bumblebee is a moment of remembrance, a pause, a second where I might just lose it, wherever I am. It is hard. It is so hard. Mom and Dad are going through her things, and while I am beyond grateful that I will be able to keep anything of hers I hate that this is how it happens. You want to know something especially unpalatable? I likely wonât need loans for school, on account of selling the house. It strikes me as deeply, deeply unfair that in order for good fortune like that to come my way it must cost me a life. Especially hers. I donât know how long it will hurt, my love, whoâs name sounds like [the surf is slate gray as the sky above and the fog is just barely peeling back and the golden grains of sand between your toes are the most solid things youâve known in months and gulls cry overhead], I donât know how long it will take before this wound has even started to scab. I donât know how long it will take for me to stop picking at it once it has.
    But, God above, it has been good too. Please, please, even with all these ill tidings, even with how dire I know It seems to you now, it gets better. It got better, even: the other day I took a drive in the sunrise, I watched the sun spill out over the sound golden and bright and brilliant as it lit up the water and I nearly wept behind the wheel. It was beautiful, my love, whose name sounds like [mom puts her head in her hands to muffle laughter as you and dad trade jokes back and forth like broken signal towers and youâre all crying now but god it feels so good to laugh so hard], it was everything I wanted it to be. There are more of these days to be found as the summer rolls in, warm nights and clear mornings. Everything is in bloom. Everything is green, and lush, and alive. It is so so green. It is so green.
    I miss you, you know. My love, whose name sounds like [weeping and sniffling under a not-enough fan in the early morning of a place that hates you almost as much as you hate it], my darling dearest, I miss you. I do not regret what I did, to be truthful, because if I had not buried you shallow I never wouldâve made it here, but I do regret that I buried you at all. I shouldâve burned you, shouldâve dropped you into the cool sea, shouldâve let the coyotes get you. I should have allowed you the chance to become something more than a corpse. Iâm sorry. But I hope you and I can make peace with it, somehow. You canât be back, my love, whose name sounds like [blue canary in the outlet with the light switch who watches over you make a little birdhouse in your soul], because I will not give back the ground I have bled for, but I do think I can find a better place to lay you to rest. You might never be able to walk Tacomaâs shores, but that doesnât mean I have to leave you three feet deep in Orange County.
    I know it will never be enough. Iâll still try anyways, because I have to. Because who else will? But I love you. I love you, I love you, I love you. I miss you dearly, and I am fiercely glad we are not the same anymore. I still hope youâre well, somehow, behind me as you are.
Love,
Love,
Love,
Me, Whose name sounds like
[Say Iâm the only B in your bonnet make a little birdhouse in your soul]
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One of the worst Autarchs I ever faced was Kartakus, High Priest of Mot. In my world, there was no way to know if Mot was everything that Kartakus and his soul-shriven zealots claimed, but now that I am here in this world and I am seeing the kinds of problems theyâre having with just such an entity? Now that I am here and seeing what their âBanished Pantheonâ undead look like here as well?
It is little different. The Zealots of Mot in my world were fleshreavers and scavengers of the worst order. They were regarded as kill-on-sight by everyone, even the servants of the other Autarchs.  There was no mystery to be had as for why. The Zealots of Mot would torment, torture, sometimes devour but always absolutely defile anyone they got ahold of, all in the name of their mad god Mot. And when Kartakus learned of me after I and mine took out a number of his defacto contemporary Autarchs; when he learned that no matter how many times I fall that death cannot keep me? He became obsessed with me. Obsessed with sacrificing me to his god Mot. None of the Autarchs were what I would call easy victories. None of their regimes were effortless to topple. Every domed city we took was costly and came at dire peril for many and dear prices for some. Kartakus was on a whole different level, both personally and in terms of the power wielded by his undead slaves. Seeing what I see here on this Primal Earth regarding the damage their Mot has caused, I know in my soul that I have seen this, felt this, tasted this in the air before.  This Mot and the Mot of my world are the same. These are not even different facets of the same entity. This god of the old world, of this âBanished Pantheonâ, is the same as the nebulous horror that consumed Kartakus in the very ritual that had been meant for me when Kartakus failed to ensnare me in it. I never believed Mot was anything but Kartakus worshiping himself and his own awful powers before that day, but what I saw that day convinced me absolutely that whatever Mot was, it was otherworldly and fully capable of issuing a monstrous maw through a portal and eating people. In that case, Kartakus was the one that got eaten. I learned to believe that day. I wish I could unbelieve and unknown what I saw and what it amounted to, but I cannot. Kassie showed me a glimpse of the problems Vanguard attends to where the invaders from the sky are concerned. The Rikti must have been a thing that happened in my world as well, as the word âRiktiâ persisted through the ages, and the Exalted often applied it as a grave insult to all wildlings. When the Exalted said it, they were broadly rejecting the notion that we were also descendents of the Ancients. In one word, they claimed that legacy for themselves alone, and named we wildlings alien and monstrous. Kassie showed me the section of Paragon City where this Rikti Mothership crashed. She took me on what was clearly a routine mission just to show me what Vanguard does and what I could expect from that kind of organization. They face a threat from the sky, and as problematic as that seems, I cannot help but feel that the threat of that which devours from below is worse than any alien invaders have ever had the mental prowess to dream of being. There is a nightmare that lives in the cracks of the world, and it is hungrier than mortals were ever meant to imagine. I donât think this is a problem Iâm going to stay out of no matter what anyone else says. I donât think I can afford to. If this Mot and the Mot of my world are the same Mot, as soon as its slaves learn of me, theyâre going to be trying to feed me to their master.  Iâm not going to let that happen here any more than I did back home.
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Drabble List #3
75 prompts to write drabbles or longer stories.
"You can't fool me."
"Are you travelling alone?"
"Well, that's on you."
"I kind of like the secretiveness."
"You can't do whatever you feel like?"
"What do you need me for?"
"This is such a mess?"
"I want to go home to my wife."
"You're not allowed to pick the movie ever again."
"Why did you go there?"
"Did you buy me flowers?"
"I miss my dog."
"What did you swallow?"
"I can do whatever I want!
"It's a dire situation."
"Can't believe you thought this was real."
"We need to search for them!"
"This is not over yet."
"Why are you screaming at me?"
"Come on, just take it."
"Bye bye, my love."
"For better or worse."
"We can't wait a second longer."
"This is not my problem."
"I didn't know they were drugs."
"How long were you standing there?"
"A toast to our friendship."
"Something is wrong."
"There is more to the story than you're telling me."
"Get down on the floor!"
"Give me a kiss, you beautiful idiot."
"What is your secret?"
"You did an awful job."
"So, I guess this is the end."
"This is not how we do things here."
"We just have to keep going."
"Every little thing counts."
"I lost my phone."
"You need to get your life in order."
"We had a good run."
"Don't lick that!"
"Let's keep going, guys."
"I don't want to argue with you."
"We are just guests here."
"Good job, buddy."
"You have to go now."
"We need more information."
"Sometimes, I wonder how you're still alive."
"I feel very lucky today."
"That will do."
"You have no idea what this is?"
"Watch how a professional does this."
"You're acting like a child."
"Can I get you a drink?"
"This doesn't make any sense."
"I feel like having a party today."
"Oh my god, it's so pretty."
"Just watch and learn."
"Didn't you read the sign?"
"We definitely need a cup of tea for this."
"Survival of the smartest."
"This means war, my dear."
"I was born to win."
"Let the game begin!"
"I feel dirty."
"Oh, this will be fun!"
"Call me, when you make up your mind."
"This is news to me."
"I'd rather die."
"And now you're speechless, aren't you?"
"I can't ask you for this."
"This is such a waste of time."
"What a shame!"
"I crave a good book right now."
"This really is unfortunate."
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Apotheosis pt.5
previous pt. 4
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Apotheosis, the ascension of a subject to divine status.Â
A popular theme with the Ancient Greeks.
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Damian wonders what happens to Medea. The mythological one of course, he doesnât care for Todd.Â
It seems that sheâs never punished for her crimes. In the myths, she appears sporadically. Sometimes in Thebes. Other times in Athens. Or even Colchis. Sheâs the opposite from Jason, whose trip upon the Argo and the death of his children seem to be all thatâs left of him. He dies alone underneath his ship.
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Damian told himself earlier that it was ridiculous, but the thought lingers in his mind. Many of the Greek pantheon had made contact with Earth. Wonder Woman was very proof of such. So was this Mesonyx, the god himself?Â
âI didnât know you were interested in Greek mythology,â says a voice, interrupting his train of thought. He looked up to see Todd sit down across from him. âHow do you find Euripides?â A trace of distaste appears in her eyes when it flickers down to the title of his book.Â
âVery fascinating. Iâm sure you wouldnât understand.â He wondered irritably why Richard had insisted that they spend time together. Itâs not like they had anything in common.
âOh?â She takes a sip from her cup of tea. âTell me. What do you think of our dear heroine here?â
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Todd is infuriating. But she is also much more well read than she lets on, literature was where she thrived. Maybe Richard had a point, she wasnât all that bad. Yet.Â
âSo you sympathsize with the murderer? Donât you worry about what your Father would think?â
âDonât be ridiculous, Medea was well within her rights here. While I donât agree with all her actions, she wasnât given many options either. Jason was a fool. Besides, itâs just a story.â
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A sly smile appears, mocking him. âYouâre right, itâs just a story. Itâs always better to get your facts straight from the source, no?â
He takes it back. As interesting as it is to converse with her, she is still a little mad.Â
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Richard is a plotter of the worst sort. Conniving plots so they spend time together. Sometimes, itâs the three of them, other times, itâs only the two of them.
He asks once why Todd plays along even if they are so painfully obvious. âFor the same reason, you stay,â she says with a smile.
Through his Babaâs continued plots, he gets to know Todd a bit better. She proves to be someone with adequate wit, better conversation than Drake by far. Grudgingly, he stops complaining when she comes over on the same days as he does to visit Richard.Â
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And she does prove his theory right, she is Mesonyx. Though he wishes the reveal had been under less dire circumstances.Â
Both of his parents were insistent on shaping him into something that he didnât quite like. Right now, it was Mother, who preferred a hands-on approach. He didnât want to be his grandfatherâs vessel, nor did he want to return to the League. Unfortunately, she dislikes taking a no for an answer.Â
As he dispatches assassins left and right, he thinks, âMesonyx, if you are truly out there. Your aid would be much appreciated.â Demonic entity or angel of vengeance, he doesn't care. He just needs to get out of here. Please.Â
He is so tired, the number of opponents is starting to affect him. When would it end? The hunt for his capture drags on and the word, Mesonyx, becomes one of prayer. Please. Please Mesonyx. Iâm begâ
Damian curses when he runs into a dead end.Â
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âIt has been far too long, my son.â
A frown appears on his face as he looked up to see her. âWas this necessary?â Out of the corner of the eye, he wonders if heâs imagining if his shadow was moving far more than normal. He hopes not.Â
âFather wishes the family to be reunited.âÂ
âYou mean he tires of his old body and wants a new one?â he snarks.Â
âWe all have our sacrifices to make.â
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Before he can form a retort, his shadow twists into a monstrous shape, expanding outward and forcing his mother to take a step away to avoid being impaled by the twisting spikes.Â
From the mound of shadows, a single figure steps out. Dressed in black, Todd offers him her hand. In his head, her voice whispers, âShow me.â
He takes her hand and he feels dizzy as a blur of memories run through his mind. Sheâs searching for what to do, he realizes after a second. He nudges to the forefront the ones he deems most important.Â
Toddâs eyes narrow and they blaze golden. An arm curls protectively around him. âMine,â she hisses.Â
Normally, heâd protest at being anyoneâs, but there was something in her tone that made him pause.Â
âHe is my son,â says Talia unfazed as the shadows dissipate into the night air. âAnd this is not your place, little shadow.â
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But it isnât hers either.Â
When he was younger, he used to compare his mother to a goddess. Her beauty and strength were unmatched. He did the same with his Father, almost likening him to a god. But now, he sees how wrong he was.Â
A sense of otherness fills him even as Todd stands by his side. She does not belong to this world. There is something eerie in how she moves and talks with his mother â her shadows move a lot further than they should.Â
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Todd understands everything, yet Damian is still struggling to piece the parts together as quickly as he can.
Golden Fleece. Birthright. Medea. Jason.Â
She is a princess of the old.Â
In one version, Medea ascends to divinity. A goddess.
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âNot any more. You have long renounced your ties. As has he.â Â
âGotham is not yours,â reminds Talia, ânot yours to rule over as you see fit.â
Todd throws her head back and laughs â not her usual warm ones, but one full of mocking and cruelty. âNor is it yours, mortal. I am not bound by your silly rules.â
Father would have an aneurysm at that. Probably quite similar to the one Mother was having. Though they might be for different reasons.Â
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Damian wonders if his mother should have realized Toddâs tone. This wasn't the ramblings of an insane young woman. This was a goddess ready to strike. To avenge. To protect.Â
Perhaps she does. Thereâs a slight tenseness in Taliaâs jaw as she speaks. âStep aside, Medea. Donât make me repeat myself.âÂ
âNor will I. Heâs under my protection.â On cue, swords that appear to be made of fire appear in her hands.Â
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What follows is the bloodiest encounter heâs ever seen. Any of his motherâs assassins that attempt to lay a hand on him are ended brutally.Â
Talia puts up a valiant effort, but she too knows when she no longer has the upper hand. She flees into the dead of the night as the members of her entourage dwindle.Â
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As the two of them are left alone in the alleyways, Todd turns to him. âCome.â A blade appears in her hand and she holds it out to him, hilt first. âHold on, and donât let go until I tell you to.â
âWhat happens if I donât?â
The grim look on her face tells him that it is better that he doesnât pry.
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Damian takes it without any more protests. The travel is disorienting and his surroundings blur at a sickening speed, but he holds on for dear life, not letting go until he hears her give an okay.Â
âWhere are we?â He blinks at the room they were in. âWait?â
âDickâs apartment,â she says lightly. âI trust you can contact him?â She sounds a little breathless.Â
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Itâs here that he can see her a bit better. Her skin was too pale and sheâs covered in a glistening liquid from head to toe. Damian takes a step and realizes with a start that she isn't covered in the liquid, rather that is her blood. âYouâre hurt. Let me help,â he offers. It is the least he can do.Â
âNo, no, donât come too close. Iâll hurt you.â Not a threat, but a statement. For good measure, she takes a step back.
âYouâll bleed out.âÂ
âIâll live. You wonât if you touch my blood. I cannot bring the dead back from Hades.â
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âButââ
She shook her head vehemently. âCall them for me. Please, Damian.âÂ
âIââ Her earnestness takes him aback. âAlright.âÂ
âPass me that towel, too. No, toss it over.â
He obliges and it takes him two tries to dial Richardâs number from his landline.Â
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âDamian? Whatâs with the sudden visit?â Though Babaâs voice tried to stay jovial, he could hear the worry. âDamian?â
âCome quick. Todd is hurt. You need to tell Wilson as well.â He didnât know how to contact Wilson himself.Â
The sound of glass breaking is the first noise he hears. âHow bad is it?â Richard swears quietly under his breath.Â
âI canât tell. She wonât let me close.â
âIâll be there in twenty. What about you? Are you hurt?â
âNo.â
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Wilson beats Richard by mere seconds; he appears, slipping in the window as the door jingles open.Â
âMedea.â He doesnât spare Damian a glance as he rushes to her side. âGaia, you promisedââ
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Damian barely registers Richard fussing over him, heâs too focused on the two. The worry on Wilsonâs face is what worries him, heâs never seen the stoic mercenary so open with his emotions.Â
âItâs not that bad, Beloved,â she says weakly. âYouâre making a mountain of it.â She grimaced when Wilson moved the rag that sheâd been holding to her abdomen. The rag comes away golden. Damian canât help but widen his eyes.Â
âYou promised, Medea. You made me a promise and I will hold you to it.â Suddenly, he turns to them. âRichard,â barks Wilson from across the flat. âIâm using your rooms.â He lifts Todd into his arms and in seconds, the door to the guest room slams shut behind them.
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âWill she be alright?â
Richard ignored his question. âWhat happened? Tell me everything.â
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THE VAMPIRE LESTAT COVER ALBUM - the legendary Vampire Lestat is back and bigger and badder than ever, this time bringing a whole album of song covers ranging from classic bangers to newer fresh takes on chart hits! get your copy now, complete with a transcript of the artist's commentary on each song!
(songs I think Lestat would cover and release as an album in an attempt to re-kickstart his career and/or make some sort of dramatic statement to Louis. tracklist and "artist commentary" under the cut)
Survival - Muse
âAnd Iâll reveal my strength, to the whole human race, yes I am prepared, to stay alive, and I wonât forgive, and vengeance is mine, and I wonât give in, because I choose to thrive! Yeah Iâm gonna win!â
Oh, I wish this song had been around back on that opening night at the Cow Palace - how apt that would have been! What a fucking anthem! They would have been rioting all night. I mean, they already were, but, like, because of the music. Not because vampires were being immolated in the middle of the crowd. Different kind of riot.
The Bitch Is Back - Elton John
âIâm a bitch, Iâm a bitch, oh the bitch is back, stone cold sober as a matter of fact, I can bitch, I can bitch, âcause Iâm better than you, itâs the way that I move, the things that I do!â
One day I want to have this play as I walk into Night Island. Iâll time it perfectly so that I throw off my coat - my denim jacket, or- oh, no, a fur! Maximum drama! - just as the chorus starts. Armand will know that Iâm coming of course, but I think thatâll just make it even better. And I have good memories to this song... [muffled question] Sorry, gentlemen donât kiss and tell, bĂ©bĂ©. [laughter]
Everybody Loves Me - OneRepublic
"Oh my, feels just like I donât try, look so good I might die, all I know is everybody loves me, head down, swaying to my own sound, flashes in my face now, all I know is everybody loves meâ
Look, do I even need to explain this one? Didnât think so.
Bad Reputation - Joan Jett
"I don't give a damn âbout my reputation, I've never been afraid of any deviation, and I don't really care if you think I'm strange, I ain't gonna change - and I'm never gonna care bout my bad reputation"
This one's fairly self-explanatory again. It could have been my personal anthem when I was mortal quite honestly. And it's an awful lot of fun to jump about and headbang to, don't you think? That's a new thing I've found out about, headbanging. People have been hopping about to music looking like fools for centuries but now there's a name for it. Fantastic.
bad guy - Billie Eilish
"Iâm that bad type, make your mama sad time, make your girlfriend mad type, might seduce your dad time⊠Iâm the bad guy. Duh.â
Creepy? Check. Sexy? Check. Tongue-in-cheek? Check check. This song was great and a lot of fun to cover.
Lover to Lover - Florence + the Machine
âI believe thereâs no salvation for me now, no space among the clouds, and I feel Iâm heading down, but thatâs alright, thatâs alright, thatâs alrightâ
I donât know, this one just felt very relevant. Also the piano was great to do. You might have noticed that Iâve picked a lot of songs with piano, and thatâs because I bullied the studio into getting me a goooooorgeous grand piano for the recording space and I wanted to use it as much as possible!
Feeling Good - Muse
âStars when you shine, you know how I feel, scent of the pine, you know how I feel, oh freedom is mine, and I know how I feelâ
I just really like this song - Iâve done a cover of an excellent cover! Can- can you put emojis in this? Do people still use emojis? Well imagine Iâve put the shrug one. Wait, isnât there- Daniel, Daniel, come here, isnât there a shrug emoji made up of keyboard- [muffled words] yes! The shrug one! Yes, put that in the transcription. [ ÂŻ\_(ă)_/ÂŻ ] I just like this song.
The Man - The Killers
âI got gas in the tank, I got money in the bank, I got news for you baby, you're looking at the man, I got skin in the game, I got a household name, I got news for you baby, you're looking at the manâ
I feel like this one speaks for itself too. Can you put that shrug emoji thing in here again? [ ÂŻ\_(ă)_/ÂŻ ] Yes!
J'ai Pas Envie - MIKA
J'ai pas envie, de faire comme si, comme les maris, qui disent oui, j'ai pas envie, j'ai pas envie, j'ai pas envie d'te faire plaisir, j'ai pas envie, j'ai pas envie, si tu m'aimes viens me le dire"
Look, I'm not going to translate the whole song for you, because it has all this clever wordplay you just totally lose in english⊠but the gist of it is that these two lovers are⊠at odds a lot. It's⊠it's maybe a little spiteful [laughter] but in a fun way! It's a fun song! Louis won't even be mad about it, it's MIKA.
Good Old-Fashioned Lover Boy - Queen
"When I'm not with you, think of you always (I miss those long hot summer nights), when I'm not with you, think of me always, always"
[Long pause] God, I miss Freddie.
Let 'Em Talk - Kesha
Ah, full disclosure - I put this song in purely because of the expression Louis made when I played it in the car and it got to the line âcan suck my dickâ and she did that popping noise⊠it was incredible, and I just knew I had to cover it so I could see his expression when I said that. I canât wait to play it to him. [laughter]
So What - P!nk
"So so what, I'm still a rockstar, I got my rock moves, and I don't need you, and guess what? I'm having more fun, and now that we're done, I'm gonna show you tonight, I'm alright, I'm just fine, (and you're a tool, so)"
I'm actually a big fan of nineties and noughties female stars - all that grrrrrrrl power, it's great fun, you know? I'd say this one is fairly self-explanatory, because I am still a rockstar! This is my new album! Fuck you EMP and your sniffy little article calling me "washed up"!
Little Lion Man - Mumford & Sons
"But it was not your fault but mine, and it was your heart on the line, I really fucked it up this time, didn't I my dear?"
This one could be self-deprecating, but it's also very vindictively angry at the same time, and that's a combination I definitely get. Like, oh, it's my fault, isn't it? It's my fucking fault again, what a surprise. Perhaps "learn from your mother or you'll spend your days biting your own neck" is a little on the nose⊠[muffled words] you've read my books, right? [muffled words] Good, good.
Missy - The Airbourne Toxic Event
"But I swear there's still some good in me, I think if you'd stuck around you'd see, all the botched attempts at integrity I once had"
Oh, I was feeling philosophical when I picked this one. No, philosophical isn't the right word⊠melancholy? Do people still use that word? "I swear I swear I swear I'll never get sad" is both furiously defiant and yet so self-defeatingly ironic. [Exasperated noise] Enough of that. Next!
Please Don't Leave Me - P!nk
"I don't know if I can yell any louder, how many times have I kicked you out of here, or said something insulting? I can be so mean when I wanna be, I am capable of nearly anything, when my heart is broken⊠(please, please don't leave me)"
Oh, weâre⊠weâre getting to this section now. [clearing throat] Well, I have to make up for that sucking dick line, donât I? Get a bit vulnerable. Oh God, why did I decide to do this bit? [muffled words] [bad chicago accent] But why buy the cow? Because you love him, you really do. [sigh, laughter]
Next To Me - Imagine Dragons
"Oh, I always let you down, shattered on the ground, still I find you there, next to me, and oh, the stupid things I do, I'm far from good it's true, still I find you, next to me"
Why did I- I donât remember putting so many of these ones in.
Run To You - Pentatonix
"I've been settling scores, I've been fighting so long, but I've lost your war, and our kingdom is gone... how shall I win back your heart which was mine? I have broken bones and tattered clothes, I've run out of time"
[Sigh] [clears throat] Yeah. I think we can move onto the next one.
Love of My Life - Queen
âLove of my life, don't leave me, you've stolen my love, you now desert me, love of my life, can't you see? Bring it back, bring it back, don't take it away from me, because you don't know, what it means to meâ
I play this one sometimes on my baby grand when we've had a fight, and it's impossible for him to stay angry. He's a sucker for this sort of⊠formality in romance. God, I wish I'd realised that earlier. If I'd written him a letter in fancy copperplate script with scented paper and enclosed rose petals politely requesting him to bend me over his desk back in the day, it might not have taken two centuries of mutual blue balls for us to figure our shit out. Ah well, live and learn⊠as it were. [muffled words] Look, I did a whole bunch of vulnerable songs! Now I get to make sex jokes! [laughter] oh fuck off.
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The next day I was still roasted so I had to pretend I was sober but Gaz had fun making dumb jokes and telling funny stories until I was a laughing, crying mess on the floor. As of today (about 3 weeks later from the night I got stoned), I was woken up by Price early in the morning. I had been studying and learning the best I could so when he said I was going on my first mission, it was like I switched to serious mode. No jokes made me laugh or smile, I had a mission to get done. It turned out to be a week long of staking out and watching our prime targets and what they did all day, waiting until they received a delivery of weapons we had to seize before it was too late. I'll admit it, I didn't sleep at all. Soap would sometimes drag me from the window just to make me eat something but I didn't let him stop me from doing my job. The night we got activity from our targets' suppliers, I was on sniper duty as I had to make sure Soap and the other unit moved in without getting caught by surprise. Even on little to no sleep, I was good... until I got ambushed from where I was stationed. Ghost tried getting to where I was when I reported I was under attack, but I yelled for him to stay on task. Grabbing my axe, I abandoned all my thoughts as I rushed the enemy and took them out with terrifying agility. I never told anyone but I trained all night for the past 5 weeks with my axe, I couldn't get rusty. When the supplies were seized by the other units and my unit, I took a few cuts and got stabbed in the leg without realizing it until I felt the adrenaline fade and exhaustion hit me like a train so while I reported my current status, I fell onto one knee as I yelled out in pain. " Ghost to K, what happened?? " " K to Ghost, I got a knife lodged in my thigh. When's exfil getting here? " " 15 minutes. " " That's all the time I need. " I've had worse injuries but I knew my pain tolerance, this was nothing but still hurt. Grabbing the knife handle, I held in my breath before yanking it out and quickly ripping off part of my shirt to fashion it into a tourniquet around the wound, stopping the bleeding. When I got to the others and boarded the heli, god I felt exhausted. The sleepless nights and intense adrenaline kicked my ass so badly I eventually passed out and woke up in the infirmary. I had new bandages that time and when I woke up, Price looked locked and loaded with reprimands for my lack of sleep. " K, while the mission is of importance, your well-being is important too. Mind telling me why you neglected to sleep? " God dammit he has that look in his eyes again. I carefully sat up, god my head feels fuzzy. " Sir I get enough sleep while I'm here, and I couldn't let my guard down out in the field when every second is of dire importance. Had I let my guard down, I would've been a compromise to the mission. Any punishment you deem necessary, I will carry it out accordingly. I'm sorry sir for my insubordinate actions. " I waited patiently, knowing that if he didn't choose a punishment then I'd assign one for myself by scrubbing the bathrooms spotless with a toothbrush and cleaning out the showers. However he said nothing, nodded and walked away. When I was given the OK to leave the infirmary, I walked past Soap and Gaz without saying a word and found the cleaning supplies. Entering the bathrooms I had to wear a face mask to avoid the smell, dear god it still smells like someone dropped a nuke. Luckily no one is in here except me so I started out with scrubbing the toilets with a spare toothbrush, whistling the one tune I know to distract myself from the smell and the disgusting stains left in the toilets.
A Stranger's Bullet
We've been on a fucking roll with these word vomits, but now it's my turn to play! (It's K btw)
During a mission set out in South Korea after Price have received word of Shadow activity being sighted, Horangi had requested to be dispatched alongside Ghost. It was only them two as they were both sufficient in stealth and taking out enemies silently but what would happen if both of them were to be cornered by enemies on all sides, only to witness them get headshot from afar? Why don't we find out? - - - " Wake up Lieutenant. " Ghost had instantly opened his eyes as soon as the words were said, he'd fallen asleep during the ride to South Korea for a mission. First step was to have a stake-out, gather intel on the enemy's movement, and only take them out when the order to move out is made. Originally he had planned on doing this alone but during the mission briefing, Horangi had asked to join. It seems the enemy were close to where he used to live so before Price could try to reason with Horangi, Ghost spoke up and allowed him to be there. The plane ride was long and tiring but eventually the plane landed and their assigned taxi was already there to pick them up. They had to wear their civvies (civilian clothes) as they'd traveled via public airplane so you could imagine how plain they looked. Their hideout is as simple as it could be, being stocked already with equipment and supplies to last them about a week before they were able to push out phase 2 of the mission. For the first week it was purely gathering intel and infiltrating the enemy's hideout to gather said intel, nothing strange or out of the ordinary having occurred yet. As soon as all the intel was gathered about their plans, Ghost sent them to Price who then ordered the command to take them out. It didn't go as planned. What Price thought was a few opponents really happened to be more than what Ghost and Horangi could take on, so when things went south, the pair of them were cornered on a low building. " If one of us makes it out here alive, I'd want it to be you Ghost. " " Bullshit, we're both getting out of 'ere. " They stood with their backs slowly reaching the edge as the enemy closed in, guns aimed and ready to shoot... until one of them dropped like a fly. Not a sound was heard aside from the thud he made, and when one of the Shadows checked on him to find a bullet shot straight through his head, that Shadow also fell. No one knew what was going on but Ghost and Horangi took it as a chance to fight off the ones left standing as more Shadows fell to the ground, until none were left alive. After getting back to the base (after another boring plane ride), Price debriefed the two on the mission until it was time for their input. " Sir, while we were there we were surrounded by many Shadows until someone shot down a good amount to make it a fair fight for us. You didn't send anyone to help us, right? " Ghost asked inquisitively, Price looking confused as he leaned back in his chair. " No, I didn't. Did either of you see anyone else that night? " Horangi leaned forward. " I saw a glimpse of someone from above, but they were too far away for me to get a good look at them. " " I'll have it added to the report. Good work you two, dismissed. " - - -
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possibly underappreciated Good Omens fics I enjoyed once upon a time
Indirectly inspired by a video series about fanfiction I watched, I decided to pull together a list of Good Omens fics I have bookmarked as stories I enjoyed, but which have less than 250-300 kudos at the time Iâm writing this. No particular order. Theyâre accompanied by short excerpts from my private fic reading notes (not originally intended to be read by anyone but me, mind), sometimes slightly edited for clarityâand, sometimes, the comments I left on the fics.
This list sat in my drafts for a long time and the recent S2 announcement reminded me of it. Iâd love it if it inspired you to do something similar! Spread the love.
And mind the tags, please.
âł = general and teen âČ = mature and explicitÂ
thermodynamic equilibrium âČ 7K the author has such an ear for dialogue and is unapologetic about what they want to write the characters like. They think of the characters as a mix of TV and book canon, but they feel like a homemade blend to me. (...) Itâs very funny.
such dear follies âČ 6K I can really picture this AziraphaleâCrowley as well, but her especially. Sheâs rather distinct. (...) Nice writing.
The Words Were With - âł 1.2K post-Blitz vignette, Aziraphale realizes what he feels and wonders if they're human enough for this. I liked it, and I liked the tag "transhumanism, but in reverse?", tooâwhat an interesting idea. I'd say it's a vignette in a dire need of a follow-up, but, well, there's the show. The show is the follow-up. It fits very nicely within the canon and I totally believe it could have happened, like a deleted scene.
Gossip and Good Counsel âł 19K/? I love their companionship and how they're set up to be opposites by the management even though they get on pretty well. It feels very in keeping with the canon, but I feel like the fact that it's an F/F set in this particular time period adds a meaningful layer to the situation. It's women supporting each other in the world of men, working with the personas that are created for them, but, privately, being normal, well-rounded people. (...) and of course your writing is always a pleasure to read. (...)Â SDHDGDHDHDG Maisie is truly an Aziraphale.
Crowley Went Down to Georgia (he was looking for a soul to steal) âł 6K This was nice. Based on a song I didnât know. Crowley goes to a funeral in the USA, one of a fiddler he knew and lost a bet to once. (...) The fic has not one but two songs composed for it and embedded inside it and that makes it even better. I really enjoyed the experience.
The Thing With Feathers âłÂ 18K WARLOCK you'rE HORRIBLE AND I LOVE IT I would read an entire novel-length fic just of Crowley fighting his battles with Warlock. Written like this? It would be a blast. (...) The OCs are believably characterized and well-loved by the story. (...) Everyone seems to need a friend in this house. (...) This was so fun, and at the same time, their mission has weight here (...) We wonder about what the future holds even though we know it.
Here Quiet Find âł 11K This fic aimed for my head and the aim was sure precise. It was a story of Crowley sensing Aziraphale's distress and finding him in a self-quarantined English village in the seventeenth century, tired and anxious. It's hurt/comfort, so there was washing and bedsharing and I had to love it, so I did.
outside of time âł 2K Post-Almostgeddon, (...) nicely-written, short, but strung with a soft kind of tension and unspoken words. There's no drama, just "can we really", and "do you really" of sudden freedom. They fall into being inseparable. Book canon, which I like for this story (sitting on a tarmac). I liked the footnotes. There's a mention of Eliot. All in all, very much yes.
She'asani Yisrael âł 2K Itâs Crowley going through a two-hour service and drinking blessed wine. He also keeps an eye on a boy he was asked to. Itâs 1946. It was pretty good, so far the best Jewish GO fic, I think, from the ones Iâve read.
To Guard The Eastern Gate âł 11KÂ I loved it. You really made Sodom feel lived-in; the description of Keret, Hurriya and Yassib's house and relationship were great. I got attached to both them and the city (...) Aziraphale and Crawleyâs interactions were generally very entertaining. I laughed (...) Your rendering of their voices just lands so well (...) But then oh, the entire ending (...) hurt, hurt a lot, and your descriptions are so vivid.
If youâve been waiting (for falling in love) âł 14K AAAAA a good ending line. The whole paragraph, in fact. I love a good smattering of philosophy in my fics, and this was really nice. I can get behind Thomas Aequinus's and Crowley's view on eternity. It's (...) a pretty simple fic (...) - the courage to express yourself and take a risk is awarded with winning what was at stake by the virtue of reciprocity - but the way it was intertwined with a study of how they would experience a forever was done well.Â
Holy unnecessary âČ 2.2K It's well-written. (...) this is my type of sexual humour if I have any. So subtle. Blink and you'll miss it. Lovely.
The Parting Glass âł 17K Through the ages, they're dancing around their relationship until after the Armageddoff. (...) Wow, this was really, really nice. Very simple in its concept and nothing I haven't read before, but very well-executed. (...) AAAAH I LOVED the first chapter. I always like abbeys as settings, that's a given, but the banter, the good writing, the moral ambiguity!
Name The Sky âł 33K This Crowley is different, but very intriguing. Without his sarcastic talk, and much more animalistic. (...) I love how expressive Crowley is. (...) This fic has a very nice balance of drama and levity. I don't love Crowley-before-the-Fall stories very much, but with this execution I can read about it. (...) Okay I've read Crowley offering fruits, and even Aziraphale biting fruits, but the two of them sharing the apple? Outstanding. Ingenious. What a take.
AÂ Flame in Your Heart âł 5K post-Blitz (why are so many dance fics post-Blitz?), they go to the bookshop and have an actually believable conversation. Then they dance the gavotte. It was really nice! Believable writing, emotions, the dancing! (...) Of course it's too early for them, (...) but the author's note? yeah.
Put down the apple, Adam, and come away with me âČ 32K At this point it's just reading original stories with characters with names and some personality traits that I recognize. (...) I really enjoy this, the careful dance, the opposition between their views. (...) This is well-written, wow. (...) it's not an easy read (...) this story feels very believably 50s, but also reaches out to the present time.Â
Liebestraum âČ 10K/? It really is like music. I'm enjoying the writing a lot. (...) oh my actual god. This, this? Wow, uh. This came for my throat. (...) THE MUSICAL COMPOSITION, THE MOTIF RETURNING, THE AUTHOR KNOWS WHERE IT'S AT (...) Excellent. This hits the right beats so precisely, (...) and with feeling, too.
Down Comforter âł 2.4K and they lay down in angeldown, a soft rug âneath their headsâ alright. Well, Crowley lies under Aziraphale's wing on a Persian rug after the Apocalypse, and they talk (...). It was sweet.
The Corsair of Carcosa Ⳡ5K Crowley wakes up from a nap, visits Aziraphale for some drinking, and they read The King in Yellow that he happens to own. Good writing, so I'm bought. Aziraphale mentions Beardsley, so I'm bought twice over. My god, a discussion of etheral/occult madness? Caused by some wrong/true reading? Yes.
Very Good, Omens! âł 6K It's rather well-written, well-pastiched. People don't do that too often, nowadays - try to write in the style of a particular writer. (...) I love wordplay like this.
Reviving Robin Hood: The Complicated Process of CrÚme Brûlée Ⳡ30K it's well-written (...), has a rhythm to it, and quiet humour. (...) Finally some nice, good, light writing. The attention to detail! (...) I'm still reading most of it aloud, the rhythm of it compels me to. (...) okay this does sound like Pratchett&Gaiman, the Good Omens itself (...) The fic is meandering, hilarious, sensitive in all the right places, and overall lovely.
my dear acquaintance âł 1K Oh. Oh. Yes, yes! Aziraphale in Russia, Russia I've never been in, but I can feel the snow and the evening of. Very real, and the bar, too. Attention to detail - vodka flavoured with dill, what on earth? Yes. He would totally have a distinct taste in operas and he would totally complain about a subpar one. I'm glad Tchaikovsky's there.
there is a crack in everything âł 1.8K This was good! Ah. Inspired by a comment (...), I went looking for Mr. Harrison and Mr. Cortese ficsâreally, what a big brain moment someone had and why have I never thought to look for them? This is Crowley getting suddenly anxious and Aziraphale going out of his way, through all his layers of not-thinking and denial, to console him. I also really liked how the Arrangement is a carefully unacknowledged partnership-marriage.
Scales And Gold And Wings And Scars âłÂ 6K No conflict, no plot, one tiny arc like a ripple on the surface of water on a calm sunny day - of Aziraphale discovering Crowleyâs scars. It's the South Downs and it's early summer. They bask and swim in a spring. Non-sexual nudity, love in the air like a scent. Nice.
Nineteen Footnotes In Search Of A Story âł 0.4K This is a Good Omens story told only through footnotes. Your mind can fill in the gaps. Fascinating (...). Also, itâs an experiment so apt for this particular fandom.
Hell on Earth âł 6.5K Oh, I loved it! How could I not love it: it's Beelzebub-centric, it's historical, it has classical painting, and even a hilarious scene with a cuneiform phrase, as if I didn't enjoy this story enough already. There are so few Beelzebub fics out there and I find searching for them very difficult (I accept recs if anyone has any), and it's such a shame, so this was really like a gift to the fandom. I absolutely adore the way you portrayed them, small, frightening, powerful, and confident. Also, it was super fun to see how different Crowley seems when we're not in his POV or in a story about him and Aziraphale. (...)
Go Up to Ramoth-Gilead and Triumph âł 24K Daegaer is... pure class. (...) hdhdhdh what pfttt why you so funny (...) I love this Crowley. (...) This got unexpectedly intense. (...) I love the little nods to the fact that Israelites, especially the poorer ones, still believe in other gods. I also really like that they sleep on roofs. It's just the kind of detail that grounds the story and shows that the author is, in fact, a historian.Â
#good omens#good omens fic rec#fanfiction#fic rec#idanit reads#i also have a multifannish F/F rec list in the works#all my bookmarks are private but i feel the need to share the love
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Kitchen Romance
â Words: 11.1k
â Genres: 95% Fluff, 5% Angst, Chef!AU
â Summary: You come from a long line of matchmakers. Your ancestors' ancestors were matchmakers and it's all because of a special, inborn gift. A gift that allows you to see each person's fated ones above their heads. But it's not so much a gift when one day, your boss walks in with YOU above him.
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The kitchen is in chaos.
The heat swelters in the still air, stifling with the summer warmth thatâs forced most people indoors with air conditioning. But here, thereâs no such privilege. Not when open fires on frying pans were at every stovetop and grease was splattering everyone like a water fountain show. You feel yourself being roasted alive, a layer of oil sitting on top of your skin, and thereâs barely a moment to wipe away the sweat rolling from your hairline.  Your hands are wrinkled as you scrub down the nth dish from the pile thatâs stacked above your head, but before you can finish, Taehyungâs desperately calling out for you. You shout back at him that youâre coming and then youâre helping him peel the potatoes.  Thereâs no room to complain. Especially not whenâ  âWhat is this?!â  For a moment, time itself stops.  The pandemonium halts, fire flickering, knives held mid-air. Everyoneâs head has swiveled over to the dark-haired man standing at the end of the island. Kim Seokjin holds up a plate of baked salmon with methi prawns. His plump lips are pulled downwards. Thatâs never a good sign.  âThe presentation is sloppy!â he yells and you flinch from the sheer volume of his booming voice. âAre you people blind?! We canât serve this! Itâs an embarrassment! Do it again!â  âYes, chef!â  Everyone apologizes, including you, and Seokjin huffs, moving out of the kitchen.  Namjoon, sous-chef, shakes his head. âFocus! Dinner service hasn't even begun yet!â  Luckily, everyoneâs on edge and meticulous enough with Seokjin walking around and scrutinizing every action that the rest of the night goes off without another hitch. By the end, youâre finishing up on cleaning and washing the dishes.  âGood night, Y/N.â Jihyo waves, bag strap slung on her shoulder.  âSee you.â You muster a smile while you keep scrubbing. âBye.â  âNight,â Yoongi says while Taehyung fixes you a grin. You watch them leave and then focus on completing the rest of your tasks. Itâs not long before youâre switching all the lights off and changing from your uniform.  The walk back to your apartment proves to be excruciating. Youâre beyond exhausted, lugging your legs along to carry the rest of your body while forcing your eyes to remain open, so you can at least see where youâre going.  When the door opens, you immediately jump into the shower to wash off the grime, nearly falling asleep in the process. By the time you flop onto your bed, your hair is still dripping wet, but as your muscles ease into the mattress, youâre knocked out into a deep slumber.  Rest is merely a blink of time.  The alarm on your phone is blaring before you can dream or feel even remotely refreshed. Itâs deafening to your ears and you reach over to shut it off. Finding the sun already up in the sky, you force yourself to sit up, get ready, grab breakfast and eat on your way to work.  âIf itâs too hard, you should come home,â the voice on the other side of the line coaxes. âYour dad and I are so worried about you sometimes.â  âIâm fine, mom.â Youâre chewing in your cheek, phone sandwiched between your ear and your shoulder as you parade down the block. âTrust me.â  âHave you at least been eating well?â  You glance at the granola bar in hand. âYeah. Sort of.â  âThe city is scary. Thereâs no shame in coming home, dear. Your grandma misses you a lot. She always asks about you.â  âIâm fine, mom,â you reassure her for the second time. âI really am. And tell grandmaââ  Accidentally, your shoulder collides with a businessmanâs. Apologies spring from you, but rather than looking at the stranger like you should be, your eyes unintentionally wander above his head. To the cloud of fog. And a womanâs smiling face you see emerge from it.  The manâs brows lift at how youâre staring into space and he moves out of the way.  Youâre forced out of your trance and you continue to apologize until heâs completely gone from sight. You damn yourself for not being more careful.  You come from a long line of matchmakers. Your ancestorsâ ancestors were matchmakers.  Your mother once told you that back in the day, some peasants in your family couldnât sew, sell or do any labour, so they begged heavens and out of pity, they were granted a small gift. A gift thatâs been passed down to every generation since. While youâre not sure if the story is true or not, whatâs certain is that from the moment you were born, you could see a cloud of fog above everyoneâs head. Itâs like speech bubbles or thought bubbles in comic strips. But instead of words, the fog comes with another personâs face. Itâs the one who theyâre meant to be with.  Ironically enough, youâve never seen one above your own head. Though youâve come to accept that. Romance will never be a major aspect of your life, so youâve switched gears into focusing on your career and finding fulfillment elsewhere. You also knew early on that you didnât want to be a matchmaker like the rest of your family.  You want to be aâ  âGood morning, chef.â  âGood morning.â Namjoon nods with a smile. âThings werenât too bad yesterday, but letâs try to be less sloppy for dinner service tonight. Hoseok, what time is the shipment of seafood coming in?â  Namjoon continues going through the daily routine, updating each person on the schedule and the shipments. But itâs not long during the morning meeting in the kitchen that the back door creaking can be heard.  Instantly, everything comes to a halt. Everyone turns themselves and greets the head chef simultaneously.  Seokjin rounds the corner. âWe have a lot to do today, people. Tonightâs special is going to be watermelon with smoked salmon mousseââ  You gasp.  Automatically, your hands lift to cover your mouth, yet too late to muffle the loud noise. Your eyes are as large as saucers. Your heart stutters in your chest, nearly giving out.  Instead of the polished brunette woman above Seokjinâs head that was always there, you see someone else. Someone very familiar that youâve seen in the mirror a thousand times. You.  Youâre frozen â palms clammy, knees weak. And everyoneâs turned around to stare, even Kim Seokjin himself. His brow is cocked and he eyes you intensely for daring to interrupt him.  âAre you okay?â Jihyo whispers, leaning in and nudging you with her elbow.  You start to breathe again, frantically. Yet no matter how much you gasp for air, you canât feel the oxygen entering your lungs. But you force yourself to bow your head anyway, retaining an exterior thatâs not oozing of sheer panic. âS-S-Sor..ry. IâŠ. have something in my throat.â You clear it and Seokjin sighs, continuing with what he was saying.  The first task is to wash the salad and itâs easy enough, but your eyes continue to wander up to the dark-haired, doe-eyed man from across the kitchen. Black shirt with a white apron around his waist, he emanates intimidation from his god-like looks alone and constant frown.  Your eyes connect and you instantaneously whip yourself around.  You start to sweat when Seokjin beelines to you.  âDo you have an issue with me?â  You shake your head furiously.  âThen focus!â the man spits. âYouâre drowning the salad!â  You wince as he slams the faucet down.  This canât be. This canât be it. It doesnât make sense whatsoever.  On your break, youâre crouched over by the bathrooms and much to your dismay, your mom is hysterically laughing at you. âJust because you never saw your match, doesnât mean youâre alone, Y/N! Poor soul, where did you ever get that idea from? No one can see their own. I didnât and neither did your aunt or grandma.â  âWhy didnât you tell me that?â The syllables hiss out of you and you spare a glance over your shoulder to make sure no oneâs coming.  Youâve come to accept that you would never be romantically involved with anyone. To find out that Seokjin, your boss, is your match out of everyone, itâs taking you for a hysteric spin.  âI thought you already knew!â she exclaims on the other line. âPlus, nothing comes from knowing your own. But who is it? Are you going to bring them home? I would love to know what sort of person is going to end up with my dear daughter. Oh, your grandma will be so excited to hear the news!â âNowâs not the time, mom,â you grieve, palm pressed to your forehead. Thereâs an overwhelming urge to cry. âIâm never going to end up with him.â  âYou canât change fate, Y/N.â  âFate changes all the time.â  âAre you okay?â Thereâs a lower voice behind you and you flinch, turning around to see Hoseokâs alarmed expression.  You stand up, apologizing internally as you hang up on your mom. âSorry. It...was a family emergency. But everythingâs fine.â  âOkay. Well, Namjoon wants you to grab some more flour from the storage room.â  âIâll be right on it.â  You swiftly return back to work before you risk losing your job any more than you have today. But all the while, you damn yourself. This is the worst thing that couldâve happened.  You ending up with Kim Seokjin, the scary boss that notoriously fires people in your position, is the last thing you wanted to occur. Itâs like youâre living in a nightmare where youâre the only one whoâs aware of your own dire circumstances and inevitable doom.  //  âWould it be that bad if he fell in love with you?â Hyoyeon eyes you lazily from across the table as she stirs her drink with her straw. Sheâs one of your oldest friends who happen to live in the city and one of the few who knows about your gift.  âYes. It would be that bad!â Youâre exasperated. You thought she would be up and arms about it like you are. âHow could I ever look at my boss like that?!â  âYou never know,â Hyoyeon sing-songs much to your chagrin.  âDonât give me that. How would you like it if your boss fell in love with you?â  âMy boss is a Karen going into her sixties.â  âExactly.â  Her lips pop off her straw, wearing a visage of distaste. âThis and that arenât the same, Y/N. I didnât think Soobin would be with me and when you told me, I was mad. But look at us now! Heâs not half bad.â  âYouâre married.â  âPrecisely.â She laughs, practically glowing from happiness. âAnd you know, Seokjin isnât bad either. Heâs like what? Only a few years older than you. Ambitious. Wealthy. Handsome. He did that one photoshoot for that magazine and he was so goddamn handsome. Like holy fuck, I almost got pregnant from justââ  âAlright. I get it.â  ââand heâs like one of the top chefs of the country. Imagine having that kind of food for the rest of your life.â  âThatâs not going to happen,â you mumble. If it changed once, it can change again.  The more you think about it, the more assured you become. Youâll do everything in your power to change it.  //  The kitchen has fallen into a lull.  Jihyo, the pantry chef, works on tossing salads while the butcher chef, Yoongi, is filleting fresh tuna. SautĂ© chef Hoseok is preparing his piccata sauce while you help Taehyung, the entremetier, with ingredients for the soup. Everyone has their designated roles here, most of which are fancier than yours. As a kitchen assistant, if you arenât helping Taehyung then youâre washing dishes. But everyone needed to start from somewhere, so you arenât going to complain. Working for Kim Seokjin is a privilege, albeit, heâs fearsome and hard to please.  You clear your throat. âHas...anyone seen that woman lately?â  Taehyung turns his head. âWho?â  âThat woman came to the restaurant a few times and was with Chef Kim....â  A petite and dainty physique. Long, dark hair. Her eyes glimmered in the light and her pinked lips pulled softly when she greeted you all. She was poised, oozed of grace, sophistication, money. And she was the one who you saw above Seokjinâs head since you met him. Hell, you saw him above her head, and while you were surprised that in spite of his scariness, he actually had someone, they strangely suited each other well.  They were supposed to be together.  Until recently.  You wonder what happened. What the change was. Why youâre suddenly his match now.  Jihyo turns around, ears perked from the conversation. âRight! I havenât seen her around lately either! I wondered if something happened.â  âYou mean Kim Jisoo?â Yoongi lolls his head to the side and when Taehyung gives a curious expression as to how he knows, he says, âHoseok and I were sent to her flower shop to pick up an order once.â  âWere they even dating?â Taehyung asks, looking up from where heâs chopping cucumbers.  âThey were,â Namjoon pipes up and you look towards him, having expected him to shut down the conversation around the head chef, but he merely smiles. âBut I havenât seen her recently either.â  Jihyo hums. âI wonder if something happened.â  âMaybe they broke up,â Yoongi offers absentmindedly.  âWell, that wouldnât be surprising.â Taehyung pauses and looks over to you, lifting a brow as if trying to find an ally. âHe seems like he can be pretty hard to get along with.â But the opinion isnât unpopular and there are several snickers throughout the kitchen.  âSeokjinâs just serious about his work,â Hoseok says with a smile. âBut they were pretty serious.â  âReally?â You turn to Namjoon directly. Itâs not often that youâd be so straightforward, but you want answers. You want explanations. âDid he ever say anything to you? On what couldâve happened?â  He shakes his head and then thereâs a loud boom of the backdoor. Your blood runs cold. Everyoneâs eyes widen, but thereâs no time to react or to take back what he couldâve heard. Seokjin walks in with his eyes narrowed in on you specifically. âIf all of you have enough time to talk about my personal life, then you can work twice as hard and twice as fast tonight.â  Everyone holds in their sighs.  With your downcast head, your eyes search the floor. âIâm sorry, chef.â  But the apology falls onto deaf ears.  //  Itâs a busy shift.  With your tail caught in between your legs, itâs either a cutting board in front of you with a knife in hand or plates and a rough sponge by the sink. Oil from the fryer nearby splashes onto you, the grease coating bowls staining your apron, the heat sticking your tied back hair to your scalp.  Yet you wish you could do more.  Not just chop bell peppers, finely mince garlic or prepare starches. Not just rinsing bowls to stack into the dishwasher and wash large pots and plates by hand. While youâve become accustomed to knives, keeping a rapid and constant beat as you slice whatever is in front of you, you wish you could cook. Not just be an accessory to the kitchen. Or an extra member to assist the chefs.  But for now, you count your blessings. Humming to yourself late at night while you finish.  âWhat are you still doing here?â  The crystal clear voice has you flinching, startled to death and you turn around to see Kim Seokjin in the flesh. White shirt rolled to his elbows, black trousers, expensive Rolex on his wrist that could pay the rest of your student loans with. You gawk at him. Speechless. Scared.  He doesnât wait for you to find your tongue, dismissing your silence. âWhere are the others? They should be cleaning up too. Just because dinner service is over, doesnât mean they can leave.â He clicks his tongue in annoyance, no longer speaking to you but himself. âI wonât have anyone slacking in my kitchen.â  âI-Itâs fine, chef.â Your voice is barely a squeak, but you muster the courage, not wanting them to get yelled at tomorrow. You turn around, quickening up your scrubbing until your nails start to hurt. âIâm supposed to be washing the dishes anyway.â  âIt shouldnât be taking you this long.â  You wonder if heâs scolding you.  It goes silent.  âFinish up and go change,â Seokjin says shortly and you nod. It takes another ten minutes for the task to be completed and then youâre wiping down the counters before heading to the lockers to change out of your apron and uniform.  Usually, youâd come out, turn off all the lights and begin the final trek home. But today, your blood runs cold. Your mouth fills with cotton when you step out. Against your own assumption, the head chef has not in fact left. Instead, Seokjin is leaning against the counter with his coat on, furiously tapping on his phone with his thick brows furrowed like they usually are.  You swallow hard and bow your head as you pass him. âGood night, chef.â  âWait.â  Immediately, you halt. He pockets his device. âAre you walking?â The absence of an answer is enough of an indication for him. âIâll drive you. Itâs dangerous to walk home at this time of night.â  It isnât a suggestion. It isnât an offer either. Itâs a command.  And soon, you discover yourself in his expensive Mercedes. The vehicle is black, sleek and youâre afraid of touching the leather seats more than you have to in case you stain it with poverty and have him sue you for damages. Or fire you.  âTurn left,â his fancy navigation system deadpans and it startles you.  Yet Seokjin is undeterred and with one hand on the wheel, he turns at the light, allowing the car to roll smoothly over the pavement. The passing lamp postsâ glow also illuminate his features, his plump lips and the slope of his nose. If Hyoyeon was here she would be salivating at the sight, how his chin is lifted, head slightly cocked. You would be too, if you werenât so afraid. Kim Seokjin exudes confidence and intimidation, rightfully so too. Heâs worlds out of your league.  And as your eyes stray from his profile to focus on the cloud above his head, your smiling expression still emerges.  You donât understand how someone like you can be with someone like him.  âIs there something on my face?â  His question leaking with annoyance shakes you out of your trance and you tear your eyes away from him frantically to look out the window. âN-No.â  The tense quietness that follows is enough that you want to bang your head against the dashboard and hope you get knocked out to spare you from this awkwardness. Then again, you might just end up with a bruise and his car repair bill which would be even worsâ  âYou wonât be seeing Jisoo anymore,â Seokjin suddenly says and your head swivels to him. âShe decided to cheat on me and that was a deal breaker, so I broke it off.â  âOh.â  âI didnât know you were one for gossip, but go ahead and tell the others if youâd like.â  âI..Iâm sorry.â Your downcast head faces your lap and you swallow hard. âItâs personal and I shouldnât have intruded or asked. It was wrong and unprofessional of me for bringing it up.â  âNo.â Thereâs a moment of silence as he looks straight ahead. âIt was wrong of me to act the way I did.â You blink wide-eyed and Seokjin parks at the curb. âMy reaction was a bit uncalled for â itâs something Iâm still working on.â  You stare at him and finally, the man meets your gaze. âYou can get out now.â  âO-Oh.â You scramble out the car. âT-Thank you.â  The moment the door shuts, he drives off.  Fate can be changed. Itâs rare, but choices influence futures and who someone ends up with can change depending on the actions they take. You just never expected Seokjinâs reason for the change to be so heartbreaking. Even if he stated it factually and his expression never wavered, you could sense it in his voice. The sadness you didnât know he could possess.  //  âWhat made you think I would like him?â Jihyo is exasperated as she wipes down the counter and Taehyung grins as he sweeps the floor. âThe guy literally kept on going about rock climbing, bungee jumping and skydiving. Do I look like an adrenaline junkie to you, Kim Taehyung?â  âHey, hey. Yeonjun is nice, okay? I just thought you would be into the rough look.â  âNot at all. This is the last time Iâm letting you set me up.â  Yoongi smirks as he passes by. âIâll take it that your blind date didnât go well?â  Jihyo glares at him.  Hoseok turns around with an amused smile. âIt was your fault with trusting Taehyung with this sort of thing. What kind of guy are you into? Maybe I could set you up with someone better.â  She sighs wistfully. âI donât even know anymore. I just want someone reliable and half decent.â  In the meanwhile, your eyes flicker up to the cloud above her head. Thereâs a bright eyed young man there and you smile, unloading the dishwasher as you continue listening to their conversation.  âSee? It wasnât my fault!â Taehyung pipes up to defend himself. âHow am I supposed to know what kind of person youâd be into if you donât know yourself?â  âOh, so you know?â  âOf course I do!â He scoffs and becomes dreamy as he muses, âI want someone with long hair and dresses fashionably, someone whoâs sweet and gentle, like a puppy.â  But based on the person above him, they appear rougher around the edges with shorter hair and a frown. But you let Taehyung have it, not commenting a single word. Youâve learnt from experience that it doesnât work well if you come out of nowhere and try to involve yourself.  They continue talking about ideals, even Namjoon that pinches in heâs been seeing someone lately â an old friend who he went to school with that he never thought of romantically until recently. Youâre having fun just listening in until the question is directed at you.  âMe?â You laugh awkwardly. âI donât know either. I havenât really thought about it before.â  âOh, donât give me that.â Taehyung nudges you. âEveryone has some idea.â  But youâve sincerely never considered it before. You always thought you would live in solitude without another companion and even came to terms with it. But things have changed. âI guessâŠ.someone kind and considerate. Thoughtful. I donât care what they do, except that they have to be a good person.â  It might be a generic answer, but as you think about Seokjin, you know you donât want someone domineering and frightening. Yet from last night, Seokjin didnât seem so daunting in the car.  âYeah, I can see that.â Jihyo nods.  âWhat about Chef Kim?â you ask, eyes glistening in the light, curious beyond belief. âWhat do you think his ideal is?â  The people around the kitchen hum, speculating over the bossâ preferences. Theyâre equally intrigued by the question.  âAnyone who wonât shit their pants when heâs around,â Taehyung laughs as he finishes sweeping and pours the grime from the dustpan into the trash.  As Yoongi wraps a bowl, he mindlessly offers, âHe seems to like the serious type,â  âWhat was Jisoo like?â Jihyo asks, tapping her chin with a frown.  âSophisticated,â Hoseok suggests and you look at him, breathing a sigh of relief. Out of all things, you were definitely not sophisticated. âGentle.â  âSweet,â Namjoon says with confidence, having known the man the most after years of working together, âHe likes the hard-working and earnest ones who prove themselves to be more than he expects.â  As if summoning the devil himself, Kim Seokjin comes from the back area and walks straight through the kitchen. âStop slacking,â he states in a monotone and everyone returns to their tasks with a simultaneous âyes, chefâ.  But as he passes by you, he pauses for a moment. âEveryone needs to leave on time today. If thereâs anything that isnât clean, you need to work together so that it is.â  âYes, chef,â sounds throughout the kitchen once more.  You know being passive wonât solve anything. You need to actively do something that will repulse him, make it so heâll vow never to get involved with you. If he makes the decision, fate itself will change and you wonât have to end up together.  The only plausible strategy to repulse you have at the moment is to embody the reverse of what Seokjinâs ideals are. The opposite of what appeals to him â sophisticated, sweet and gentle.  //  It takes you a while to pinpoint what the exact opposite is. But you find it.  Loud. Obnoxious. Aggressive.  You need to be these things in a way that doesnât get you fired, but just enough that it alters who his match is. Part of you isn't sure you have it in you to be this way, but itâs worth a shot. Youâll do anything to change fate.  âWhat the hell are you still doing in my kitchen?â  Seokjin is standing meters away, half shrouded in the darkness. Your eyes flicker up at him but you resume dicing the carrots into one inch lengths. Only half the blade is lifted off the wooden cutting board and it descends at a rapid rhythm, rather therapeutic to listen to.  Thereâs an urge to cower down, but you channel your aggression, pretending itâs Taehyung and not Kim Seokjin â head chef with two Michelin stars â enough money to assassinate you and cover up the crime.  âEveryone went out to have dinner together, but I came back to get a head start on prepping ingredients for tomorrow. I need the practice anyway. Why? Is it a problem?â  The manâs brow is lifted at your upfront behaviour. âGet out. Iâll drive you back.â  âIâm going to finish this first,â you retort without a breath to waste.  Seokjin scoffs and puts down the keys he just grabbed. He sighs exhaustingly and you feel his stare burning into you. Itâs hard to ignore it. You even start sweating until he moves towards the fridge, and thatâs when you finally steal the chance to peek at him. âAre you going to eat? I can make you something.â  âItâs fine.â  He grabs two eggs, some shredded cabbage, a handful of spinach and a stick of butter. You donât question it, solely focusing on your task until thereâs sizzling on the pan and he leaves the stove to look over you.  âYour technique is poor.â  âWhat?!â Your voice is loud unintentionally, but youâre wholly shocked. If there was one thing you were proud of, it was your knife skills. Youâve spent countless time on refining it and getting it to meet standards.  âYou could go faster,â he deadpans. âYour grip is too tense and youâre holding the knife too high up. You want to hold it at that balance point, so you have the most control over it and the weight is properly distributed.â Seokjin smoothly grabs a knife off the rack and holds it in front of you. You copy him. âIt's easier to push the blade through when you're holding it there.â  âLike this?â You begin chopping again and he hums.  Against your will, a smile finds your features. Itâs the first time he praised youâ well...itâs less of a praise and more of a half-hearted noise of approval, but it still counts.  Seokjin takes the pan from the heat and switches it off. He grabs a fork from the drawer to start eating and you look over, finishing the job. It doesnât take long for him to notice your blatant ogling. âDo you have an issue?â  You smile at him, stepping forward. âCan I have a bite?â  Seokjin scoffs. But you lean over and he steps aside, allowing you to nab a fork from the drawer to take some. Itâs not like youâre particularly hungry, but youâre curious as to what heâs made. Itâs been a long time since youâve had food from the head chef himself and asking him for his dinner might just be off-putting enough that heâll hate you forever. It wouldnât be impossible considering heâs so picky. You swear, one mistake is all it takes for him to hold a grudge till the day he dies.  Yet, what you donât expect is for the scrambled eggs to melt on your tongue. Heâs sautĂ©d the spinach, left the cabbage undercooked to add a crunch, and the eggs are fluffy in your mouth, a vivid gold that adds to the haphazard presentation. âThis...this is delicious!â  He chews in his cheek. âItâs something I eat when thereâs nothing in the fridge.â  Youâre amazed. The fact that Kim Seokjin canât recognize his own ingenuity is painful. âYou should add this to the menu.â  He scoffs. âYou think I would add scrambled eggs next to the caviar and truffle? I think you forgot this is a fine dining restaurant.â  âItâs fine,â you mumble. âI mean if it tastes good, it tastes good, right, chef?â  A tiny smile fixes at his visage, tugging his plump lip upwards. âYou sure have a lot more opinions tonight.â  âWell, Iâve decided to speak my thoughts more,â you hum, scooping up another spoonful of his meal. Your eyes flicker up as you chew with your mouth wide open. âWhy? Is it unattractive?â  âItâs interesting,â he says with a smile thatâs more visible until he barks, âHurry up eating so I can drive you home.â  You scoff at him as he walks away and you finish his dinner off.  //  Everyoneâs on edge.  âItâs more akin to pretentious artwork without any real flavour than real food,â Hoseok reads from his phone to the entire kitchen. âHead chef, Kim Seokjin, is not far from what his cooking lacks too. A pretentious and egotistical nature, itâs no wonder his personal life is in shambles.â  Your fist tightens. Not only did the published article criticize his dishes, claiming it lost its touch and that heâs lost his roots, but they attacked his personality. His personal life. Going into detail of how his relationship was broken off unexpectedly.  âOh shit,â Taehyung exhales.  âWas that really posted online for everyone to see?â Jihyo asks in a pitched voice, equally horrified and panicked.  Hoseok nods and before anyone can say anything, the backdoor is heard. Without prompting, everyone swiftly moves to their station, not uttering a single peep. Seokjin comes in, his expression unchanged and he deadpans the usual greeting as he moves past the kitchen.  Your face above his head hasnât changed. But you know itâs not the time to dwell on it.  For the rest of the shift, Taehyungâs on his best behaviour and neither Jihyo nor Yoongi make snarky comments. Itâs come at a cost â the morale is lower than usual. The atmosphere is tense and even Namjoonâs earnest encouragement canât help.  Out of the corner of your eye, you canât help but watch Seokjin. He doesnât make mention to the article, yet by the deep furrow of his brow, you can tell heâs in a grumpy mood. Itâs understandable. But you wonder why it seems like heâs less angry and more hurt.  If it were you, youâd be furious. The personal details of your life outed publicly and not only were your skills scrutinized, but your personality too.  Seokjin was cheated on and now chastised. Even if heâs resilient, itâs too much for anyone to take. It doesnât look like he has friends to rely on either.  âAre you coming, Y/N?â Jihyo asks, turning around as you linger behind her. The restaurantâs lights are turned off, the kitchen long cleaned and your clothes changed into a fresh pair that doesnât reek of dish soap and fish. But you feel unsettled. Like thereâs still one more thing you havenât finished doing.  âNo, itâs alright. I forgot something. You can go right ahead.â  She nods, joining the others and you walk to the back, pushing the doors of the kitchen open.  Thereâs still a light on and you find Seokjin sitting on a stool by a counter. He looks up at you, visage in a neutral state. Neither a frown nor a smile. âWhat are you still doing here?â  Your hand tightens on your bag strap and you approach him. âAre you okay?â  Seokjin smiles at you. For the first time, it isnât mocking â itâs gentle and tinged with sadness. The corner of his plump lips quirk ever so subtly and his arm extends, hand plopping on top of your head before it slides off. âIâm fine. Itâs still early enough that I donât need to drive you. You should go home before the sun completely sets.â  Wordlessly, you begin to walk away.  But then a sharp inhale is stolen through your parted lips. Before you can second guess yourself, you grab Kim Seokjin. Your hand wraps around his wrist and he glares at you.  âWe should go out for a drink.â You donât waver even with the incredulous look on his face. âWhatâs wrong? Never had a drink with an employee before? It looks like you need one and Iâll only offer once. Iâm pretty busy myself, you know.â  Itâs aggressive, obnoxious, a bit loud. Itâs all the things you suppose he dislikes in a person, yet somehow the two of you have never been closer.  You end up in some hole in the wall, drinking shots of soju that burn its way down your throat. Seokjin sits across from you with an amused smile on his face thatâs so irritating you want to slap it off, and you damn yourself for letting it slip your mind that youâre a lightweight.  âArenât you hurt, Kim?â The words slightly slur on your tongue. ââs ridiculous! To criticize your food is one thing, but to criticize your personality and talk about your personal life âs just crossing the line!â  His lips pull, his eyes flicker down to the empty bottle beside you. âYeah. It is.â  âThen why arenât you mad?!â Your fist pounds the wooden table. âGetting cheated on is sad enough! Why do they gotta rub it in, huh?â His brow lifts, but you continue, âshould sue them!â  Seokjin exhales on a sip. âItâs part of the business.â  âNo, âs not!â  âIt was my ex who told them anyway. Sheâs upset that I kicked her out of the apartment.â  âThen thatâs more reason to be mad!â You press your face into your hands, angry at how heâs not angry. âHow can you be so nice? How can you be so nice and no one knows it?!â  Seokjin smiles to himself.  âThis freaking sucks,â you moan.  He sighs at your drunken state and orders water for you. The old lady tottles by with a big smile and you get a chance to see the cloud of fog and the face above her head. âI brought the bean sprouts back,â her husband calls from the entrance at the same time with a grocery bag.  âIâll be right there.â She places the glass down in front of you. âHere you go.â  Jealousy colours you pink inside. âYou met your soulmate,â you exhale at her quietly.  The womanâs eyes twinkle. âThat old man? He gives me more headaches than anything. Iâd rather this handsome man be my soulmate,â she quips, casting a glance at an embarrassed Seokjin who thanks her for her compliment.  Her husband calls her again and she hurries back.  Seokjin leans forward with a skeptical look. âAre you okay?â  âIâm envious,â you sigh wistfully, looking on at the married couple at the back with your chin rested in your palm. After a moment, you shift towards the man across from you. Seokjin really is handsome. âI come from a long line of matchmakers, you know, and I have this ability.â  He plays along. âWhat ability?â  âI see the faces of who people are gonna end up with.â You drink the water, cooling your throat, but above the rim of the glass, you recognize his scoff and amusement. The glass slams down on the table in your protest. âItâs true! Itâs been like that since I was a baby!â  âOkay, okay. I believe you.â  He clearly doesnât believe you.  Irritated, you straighten your spine. âA long, long time ago back in High School, I really, really, really liked this guy.â  Seokjinâs brows raise, not sure where youâre going with this. âAlrightâŠ?â He nudges the glass of water back to you.  âI knew he wasnât gonna end up with me, but he asked me out. And like a total idiot, I-I went out with him anyway. Then guess what happened?â  He has no idea.  A thick lump forms in your throat and makes it hard to speak. âHe met the girl heâs supposed to end up with, so I broke it off. They got married a year after high school. So I was right. I was...right.â Tears flood your vision, clouding the dark-haired man in front of you. You forgo the water for the shot Seokjin poured himself and you down it.  You were right. But it hurt.  Seokjinâs voice is soft, though it does little to console you. âSoâŠ.because of your âabilityâ, you havenât gone out with anyone else?â  You nod. âIâd be setting myself up for a failure anyway.â Your head lifts and your tired gaze connects with his. âMy family wanted me to be a matchmaker like them. But I love, love, love cooking and I wanna be a chef. Like you.â  The corner of his mouth quirks. Youâre honest â in a way he wouldnât have expected from sober you. But he doesnât mind it whatsoever.  âI know you donât believe me. But look.â You reach over, tapping him relentlessly on the shoulder and your hand barely comes to cover your mouth as if youâre children exchanging secrets across the table. âSee those two women over there? Theyâre gonna end up together.â  Your whispers are all too loud and Seokjin glares, not sure if youâre hysterical or delusional. Or both.  You turn to the window and he follows your line of sight. At the same time, a couple holding hands passes by and you shake your head. âThey donât end up together.â  âHow do you know?â  âI already said! I see it. Above their heads.â Then you turn your head, looking at him. Seokjinâs startled, having not realized that youâve leaned in so close, that your faces are mere inches away. But before he can shift back, your lip pulls and you murmur, âWeâre supposed to end up together.â  His brow raises.  âIt was gonna be someone else. Then one day, you came into work and poof! It was my face! Just like that. I almost got a heart attack, you know!â Giggles start to spill out of you. âIt was a huge shock cause I always thought I was gonna be alone since I canât see my own. Well, sometimes fate changes, so it might change again! Donât worry!â  He exhales, squeezing out the air from his lungs. He stands, grabbing his coat and then tugging your arm up. âYouâve had too much to drink. Câmon. Letâs go.â  âAye, aye, captainâ I mean chef!â  His smile is small, but all too evident. He should smile more, even if it ruins the cold and aloof exterior heâs got going on. Itâs cute and makes him look younger. So you express the idea and he chops your head lightly with his hand and gives you a rather gentle âshut upâ that has you grinning more.  //  The sunlight burns your vision and thereâs a pounding headache at your temples.  Thereâs an overwhelming urge to pull the covers over your head, but as the slits of your eyes open and you realize thereâs a strange floral scent to the sheets, you bolt upwards.  It hurts all the senses in your body, but your eyes register the neat recipe books lined on the shelf, trophies and certificates on the walls, a poster of the planets, a telescope and Kim Seokjinâs family picture by his nightstand. And then you scream.  âChrist. Relax!â He appears at the doorway, eyeing you with his arms crossed. âYou were drunk, so I took you home.â  Absentmindedly, you tug the covers up to your chest in spite of still wearing the same clothes from last night. Your dry voice croaks out. âWe...we didnât do anything scandalous didââ  âNo!â He shuts the thought down before it runs wild in your head and Seokjin pinches the bridge of his nose. âI didnât do anything to you, jesus christ, woman! Just get up. Thereâs a spare toothbrush in the bathroom. Iâll make you some breakfast and a hangover drink.â  You follow his instructions, cleaning yourself up to the best of your abilities with the limited supplies, but itâs surreal to be in Seokjinâs penthouse. Itâs clean and organized, like you expected, though a lot more cozy and warm. You didnât know he traveled so frequently and that he had an interest in astronomy â if thereâs anything the telescope and posters tells you.  âStop snooping,â he calls out from the kitchen, looking up to where youâre investigating his movie collection. You come over with a half-hearted apology and he sets down a bowl of oatmeal and a mysterious concoction in a tall glass. Both taste heavenly, enough to work up your appetite ten folds.  But then he says, âEat fast. Itâs a special day today.â  Youâre not sure what he means by it, but you simply nod and nurse your headache.  You remember what you told him last night, how you revealed all your secrets in one long tangent and you cringe at yourself. Seokjin probably thinks youâre a complete nut.  But strangely enough, when you look at the cloud above his head, your face hasnât changed.  âWhy are you staring?â  âIâm not,â you mutter and tear your eyes away, unsuspecting to his smile.  But in spite of how close and upfront you mightâve gotten with Seokjin, he still tells you to walk to work yourself â that itâs close enough and too much of a hassle if he drives you. So you cuss him out as youâre striding down the block as he zooms past you in his expensive vehicle.  You hope he notices your glare from across the kitchen, but if he does, he doesnât comment.  âToday, we have some special guests for dinner service. A few of my friends will be coming and one of them will be proposing, so letâs make sure we give them a good dinner and memory.â  âYes, chef.â  The news is exciting and even puts a buzz in the kitchen. âFinally, weâre doing something cool,â Taehyung says to you with a swollen smile. âI love a good proposal story.â  âAlways the one watching the proposal, never the one getting proposed to,â Yoongi quips as he brushes past and Hoseok snickers.  âHey, Iâm working on it!â  âIâm surprised Seokjin actually has friends though,â Jihyo comments and right when Yoongi turns to add something, they both pale as Seokjin strides past. He glares at them and is even more frightening in his silence. They immediately apologize and he hums, moving out the kitchen.  You, Hoseok, and Namjoon laugh.  Evening eventually comes and Seokjin temporarily calls a halt to the kitchen in favour of his old friends meeting his staff. Itâs unusual to see him in such a good mood, smiling and being sociable. Itâs strange in general to see this side of him, but itâs not unwelcome whatsoever.  Thereâs seven of them, a mix of females and males, and you follow Hoseokâs lead in greeting and shaking their hands. Quickly, you recognize who's going to be proposing to who tonight. Itâs not hard to miss considering the man is visibly nervous and the close female by his side keeps glancing at him in worry.  âAre you alright, Jimin?â  âHuh? Yeah.â The blonde with full cheeks and soft features smiles timidly, scratching the back of his neck. Heâs dressed too nicely for this to merely be a dinner. âIâm fine. Just not feeling well.â  âAre you sure you donât want to stop by the clinic?â The short-haired female asks, concern evident in the faint knot between her brows. âThereâs one down the street. I can go with you.â  âIâll keep an eye on him, Yuri,â the man who introduced himself as Jungkook reassures her, âIf anything Iâll take him.â  âJiminâs just excited to try out the food.â Seokjin grins, drawing attention away from his friend. âRest assured, everyone will feel better after eating and if you get sick tonight, itâs not food poisoning, alright?â  Thereâs laughter in the group and another says, âYouâve been bragging about your restaurant for so long, I thought you were never going to invite us to eat here.â  âWell, weâre usually booked full house, but itâs a slower season so I thought why not.â  Yet the conversations drown away from your ears as your eyes unintentionally flicker upwards. You donât mean to â itâs still a habit youâre trying to break. But you feel blood drain from your face as you discern the image that emerges from the fog above Jiminâs head and above Yuriâs.  âY/N?â Taehyung waves his hand in front of your eyes and you snap out of your trance. âWhy are you staring into space? Weâre going back.â  âO-Oh. Sorry. I was thinking about something.â  You return to the kitchen, forcing yourself to focus and getting back to your task.  Itâs none of your business. You know better than to involve yourself and itâs not like anyone would believe you in the first place. Peopleâs lives have nothing to do with you. You have to turn a blind eye. Itâs none of your business, itâs none of your businessâ  But as you leave to the back area to grab ingredients, you catch the man leaving the bathroom. âOh, youâre one of Seokjinâs chefs right?â Jimin stops and smiles at you, inhibiting your escape.  You shake your head. âI-Iâm only a kitchen assistant.â  âBut youâre still part of his staff.â His eyes are rounded and bright. âIs he mean at all? Weâve been trying to squeeze it out of him, but he wonât give us any details. I heard a bit of shouting, so I was curious.â  âOh, heâs always shouting.â The corner of your mouth quirks and Jimin grins. âHeâs a bit mean, but Chef Kimâs just serious about his work and we respect him for it.â  âIt seems like you understand him better than I do. Anyway, the soup was amazing. I already told Jin, but I thought I should let you know since youâre the one who brought it out to us.â  âThank you.â Your eyes travel above his head and then you notice the way heâs fiddling with a box inside his pants pocket. You swallow hard. âAre you proposing tonight?â  Jiminâs head whips up. âHowâd you know?â  âChef Kim let all of us know, so we can make sure itâs a memorable dinner service.â  His expression softens and he bobs his head. Jimin takes out the ring box and studies it carefully. âI am. I hope it wasnât too obvious. I know sheâll say yes, but Iâm still nervous. Sheâs the love of my life and these things only happen once,.â  âWellâŠ.â You give an awkward chuckle. âSometimes it happens more than once for people.â  âNot for us,â Jimin declares in such self-assurance that itâs uncomfortable. His smile filled with affection doesnât help either. âSheâs the one. I donât think Iâll love anyone more than her.â  Your pupils flicker up to the cloud above his head that says otherwise. It gnaws at you, mocking you, and youâre uncertain if you can sleep tonight if you donât say at least something. So you take the leap. âAreâŠ.you...sure?â  âWhat?â  âNever mind.â You turn around, having regretted it the moment it spilled. âPlease enjoy dinner!â  âWait!â The man unexpectedly grabs you out of sheer instinct, halting you in your spot. He searches your face while his own crumples into a frown. âDid Yuri say something to you?â  âNo!â you frantically spit before taking a deep breath to calm down. âIâm justâŠ.I justâŠ.â The philosophy youâve forced yourself to take collapses at his earnest visage. You were never good at being unattached. âD-Do you think this is a good idea? Are you absolutely sure about this?â  âWhatâs going on here?â Thereâs a lower voice, a husky timbre. Seokjin stands at the end of the dark corridor and all traces of his outgoing personality are gone. Itâs replaced with the serious demeanour youâre used to. He beckons you. âCan I speak to you for a moment, Y/N?â  Jimin returns back to the table, even more unnerved than before while youâre pulled outside.  You feel small with your back against the brick and Seokjin looming over you. âWhat the hell are you doing?â  You flinch from his tone.  Youâve never seen him so angry. He isnât shouting, screaming or imposing. But the irritation seethes out of him, simmering underneath his skin. You swallow hard, downcast eyes searching the gravel. You think about how dark itâs getting with the sun setting over the horizon. âIâŠâ  âAre you seriously trying to talk him out of it?! What gives you the rightââ  You snap. Thereâs no reason he should be upset, no reason you should be treated this way. So with your teeth gritted, you give him the truth thatâs hard to hear. The truth that you alone must bear. âTheyâre not going to end up together!â  âWhat?â  Seokjin wears the same incredulous look from last night. Itâs futile.  Still, your mouth runs off into mumbles, âI can see it above their faces. That woman, Yuri, sheâsâŠ..paired with that other man. Jungkook.â  You give up. Waving the white flag. In the silence that follows, you expect Seokjin to fire you, or call the nearest hospital. Either youâre a nut or unsuitable to work in his kitchen. Maybe both.  What you donât anticipate is his startled expression, horrified as if you just told him thereâs a ghost behind him. âHowâŠ.howâd you know that?â The syllables unusually stutter out of him. Itâs not like Seokjin to be inarticulate. âJungkook hasnât told anyone he loves her except for me.â  Itâs your turn to be surprised. The quietness lingers. Then, he sighs.  âDonât get involved,â he scolds, gentler than before. At the same moment, there are cheers from inside that leak out â clapping and hollering â you know Jiminâs proposed.  Seokjin turns away, returning to the restaurant floor and you resume your position in the kitchen. Jihyo asks if thereâs anything wrong, but you brush her off. For the rest of the night, you concentrate on your job and Seokjinâs friends bid farewell after their stomachs are full from dessert and thereâs a diamond on Yuriâs finger.  âJob well done everyone.â Seokjin has a satisfied look when he returns and Namjoon shares a smile with everyone. Clean up finishes soon after, but before you can leave, he calls you specifically. âY/N, come here.â  Taehyung looks at you with widened eyes, but you donât utter a word, staying behind. The kitchen filters out and even Yoongi sends a sympathetic look your way before departing. Itâs never a good thing to be called back.  You brace yourself. If Seokjin didnât make a scene firing you earlier than certainly will now. Thereâs no reason not to â you tried to stop an engagement between his close friends and he probably thinks youâre psychotic.  You stand there in silence for a good minute as he fills out some paperwork. It feels like youâre in the principalâs office. Then, the corner of his mouth moves as he casts a glance at you. âSometimes you borrow the kitchen to practice, right? You can practice tonight.â  Confusion renders you immobile, filling your mouth with cotton, but you manage a slight nod.  You start to chop vegetables into bowls, dicing and mincing ingredients that will be needed for tomorrow. All the while, Seokjin sits meters away from you with a bunch of papers. Either doing his taxes or filing a report to admit you into the hospital. Youâre not sure which one it is.  But halfway through, he pipes up again. âYou should make something for the two of us to eat.â  âYes, chef.â On any other night, you would be bursting with excitement, knowing it was a chance to impress him. But now you wonder if this will be your last chance to cook.  Within minutes, you have a pot on the stove, boiling for ten minutes.  âSit down,â he commands, motioning to the other stool and you oblige.  Seokjin makes drinks in the meanwhile, asking what you want. When you mumble anythingâs fine, he pulls out a few bottles from the back cabinet and starts mixing. You didnât know he can bartend, but itâs almost expected that Kim Seokjin can do anything at this point.  The atmosphere is terribly awkward, so you exhale from your nose and speak up, âIâm sorry. I...I know I stepped out of line. I didnât mean for it to come out the way it did. Iâm really soââ  âI believe you,â Seokjin interjects, gaze meeting yours across the counter. Your breath hitches. âI didnât believe you at first. About the whole ability thing. But when you told me that Jimin and Yuri wonât make it, I knew there was no other possible way.â He pours the drink into two glasses. âJungkook and Yuri grew up together. He told me a long time ago he was in love with her and I was sworn to secrecy. No one else knows. Not his brother, his mom, or Jimin.â  He passes it to you and sighs, taking a sip. âBut thereâs nothing I can do to stop Jimin or to help Jungkook. Itâs something they have to figure out on their own.â  You nod, gripping the stem of the glass. âI know.â  Thereâs a pregnant pause.  You lift your eyes and it connects with Seokjinâs. Instantly, you feel yourself breaking into a sweat at how intense he looks at you. âIs it true then?â he asks in the quaintness of the kitchen, his voice thick and low. âAre we going to end up together?â  âIt might change!â The words come out all too frantically in fear heâll freak out like you did. You know itâs a lot to take in. âThings change all the time. You were supposed to end up with Jisoo, but then, but then things happened soâŠ.nothingâs ever certain. It all depends on our actions and choices. I know you donât like people like me. I donât have anything to offer you anywayââ  âYou need to have more confidence in yourself.â  Your voice dies on your tongue. Seokjinâs staring at you again in a way that makes your palms clammy, so intense that you wonder if heâs scrutinizing your pores. You swallow hard, tearing your own gawking away until you hear sizzling. The two of you turn to where the pot is almost over boiling and you run over, grabbing it off the stove. âI-Itâs done.â  He grabs bowls as you set it down and uncover the lid.  âWhat do we have here?â  Youâre embarrassed. Itâs nothing like his fine dining dishes, or even his comfort food that somehow tastes like heaven. âItâs just carrot and potato curry stew. Itâs actually something my family cooksâŠ..so itâs nothing fancy.â  Seokjinâs spoon dips into the liquid and itâs your turn to watch intently.  He smells it, sips and his expression is kept blank.  You stand. âI can throw it out if you wantâ!â  âWhy are you so jumpy today?â The corner of his plump lips curls. âAnd why would I want to throw out something so delicious?â  Your heart stutters in your chest and tears fill your vision. He might not fire you after all and on top of that, both your inborn ability and cooking skills have been validated. You feel overwhelmed. Especially when he finishes his first bowl and goes for seconds.  âThis is what Iâve been missing in my cooking,â Seokjin murmurs with a tiny smile. âWhen they said I was missing my roots, I think I know what they mean now. Thank you, Y/N.â  Youâre not sure whoâs filled with more gratitude.  He smiles and you nod at him earnestly, speechless on what to say.  At the end of the night, Seokjin drives you home in his black Mercedes. A kind of lull fills that car and it isnât frightening like it usually would be. Rather, itâs comfortable. A little too short lasting. He parks the car at the curb in front of your apartment and you get out.  âThank you.â  Yet after you shut the door, he rolls down the window and stops you. âY/N.â  You look at him and he smiles again. A phenomenon that used to be so rare that seems to happen frequently now. âI hope it doesnât change.â  Kim Seokjin gazes at you, eyes connected across the distance that feels like itâs closing. He never wavers and a lump forms into your throat. âAre we going to end up together?â â Your own words echo in the recesses of your mindâ âIt might change! Things change all the time.â  But here he is. Going against all your efforts of trying to change fate itself. âI hope it doesnât change. And I hope you donât want it to change either.â  Seokjin drives off, leaving you absolutely stunned.  You wonder if he knows what heâs saying. But as you watch his car fade into the distance, somehow youâre not appalled or scared at the idea of being with him anymore.
The kitchen is an organized pandemonium.  A place where everyone knows exactly what theyâre supposed to do and moves in fluid motions by one another, like a busy crosswalk in the downtown area. Itâs a kind of silent teamwork and while youâre merely helping Taehyung chop vegetables or washing the accumulated dishes, you know your role is still an important one. You just wish you could a little more.  The moment the back door creaking can be heard, everything comes to a halt. Seokjin rounds the corner as everyone simultaneously greets him. âGood afternoon, chef.â  âAfternoon.â Thereâs a smile on his features, one that surprises a few and makes the others unsettled. âThereâs going to be a special menu item today, so I want that prepared as soon as possible.â  He hands the new recipe to Namjoon who frowns upon the sprawled notes. âCarrot...and potato soup with chickpea crumble?â  âIf you need details, ask Y/N,â Seokjin says with a tiny smile. âItâs her recipe.â  At once, everyone turns to you with shocked expressions. Itâs one thing for Seokjin to suddenly introduce something new, but to introduce yours, itâs both unprecedented and a privilege.  You stare at him and his smile widens slightly. âI hope you donât mind.â  âN-Not at all.â  The daily tasks commence, but not without a pat on the back from Yoongi, a congratulations from Jihyo and a smile sent your way by Taehyung. Namjoon and Hoseok ask for your help and itâs the first time youâre not just mincing garlic in the corner or washing a stack of dishes. Pride bursts through you and you look across the kitchen to Kim Seokjin. He scoffs at how big your smile is, feigns a glare and tells you to get back to work.  The rest of the dinner service goes smoothly. Your appetizer gets compliments from several and you couldnât be any happier, even when everyoneâs left and youâre still scrubbing dishes.  Thereâs a click of a tongue beside you. Seokjin stands with his arms crossed. âYou always find ways to make me pay you overtime. Move over.â He rolls up his sleeves and helps you wash the last pots and pans.  âThank you for today. It was a good surprise.â  He hums and the pair of you finish up before he tells you to unload the dishwasher tomorrow. âGo change and grab your coat. Itâs getting late.â  âAre you going to drive me home?â  âNo. Weâre going to scope out some competition.â  âCompetition?â  âWeâre going to eat at a restaurant called Dog World,â Seokjin brushes off quickly, but when you continue to blink at him, he sighs and waves you off. âDonât ask too many questions, alright? This is my excuse for asking you out on a date.â  If you werenât caught off guard before, youâre wholly stunned speechless now. A deer in headlights. And it makes the older bastard grin widely.  âDonât worry.â His voice knocks down into a gentler tone. âYou can reject me if you want. I donât want you to be pressured because Iâm your boss, even though I donât think that matters to you. But you should also know Iâm not doing this because of what you see.â He gestures above his head, unknowingly batting the cloud of fog you can perceive. âIâm doing this because I want to.â  It sinks into you and your head tilts to your shoulder. âYouâŠ.want to go out on a date with me?â  The corner of Seokjinâs lip pulls and he diverts his vision elsewhere. You notice how his ears are turning red. âEver since you sat down with me and told me that getting cheated on was sad enough and that they shouldnât rub it in.â  Thereâs silence. The first stretch of it is because you genuinely donât know what to say to him. But the second stretch that follows is when you realize just how nervous he is and thereâs a ruthless urge to keep him on the edge. You make him simmer in fear, a similar kind to the countless ones heâs given you during stressful shifts in the kitchen.  Thereâs something powerful yet endearing about how Kim Seokjin anticipates your answer.  You never thought he could be this way. He just keeps surprising you.  When you canât contain it anymore, you burst out laughing.  âIâll accept on the condition that if you take my recipe permanently, youâll need to pay me royalties appropriately. Donât think I wonât take you out to court, Kim.â  Seokjin grins and for the first time, certainty sews into you. You have a feeling fate isnât going to change and you hope it doesnât either.
[Epilogue]  The kitchen is your home.  Youâre sure Jin would adamantly argue that the house was perfectly fine to be considered your home, but thereâs still a charm to the busy kitchen that has drawn you in since childhood. Even if the heat swelters in the still air and is stifling, even when grease and oil splatter and stains your clothes, the effort in cooking makes the food that comes from it even more delicious.  âWhat is this?â  All heads turn at your voice and you motion to the plate about to be brought out. âThe rice is on the wrong side of the plate! Re-do this, and watch the plating people! I know itâs easy to forget but itâs important to be consistent with the presentation!â  âYes, chef!â  Itâs strenuous and difficult to be here. It took years to get to where you are, but you wouldnât trade it in for anything. The reward is worth it. You love your job â maybe even more than Jin, and while youâre sure he wouldnât be surprised, heâd still playfully whine about being casted aside.  The rest of the night goes off without a hitch and once the kitchen is all clean, you switch off the lights and lock the doors. And like magic, the person youâve been thinking about all day is leaning against the car parked on the curb, arms crossed as he stares out into the starry sky.  âAbout time. Iâve been waiting for the past twenty minutes.â  You scoff with a smile and discern the cold cloud emitting from his lips each time he exhales.  This is the exact opposite of what you intended to happen. Sometimes you wonder if it was a self-fulfilling prophecy â by knowing he was going to be with you and trying to avoid it, you inadvertently made him closer to you. But whatever the case may be, youâre glad for the outcome.  You close the distance and slap your hands against his frozen cheeks, trying to warm them up. A smile tugs on your features. âSorry. Youâre cold, arenât you? You shouldâve just waited in the car.â  âBut I wanted to see you right away,â he mutters, putting his hands on top of yours to keep you there, then he adds, âand it gives me reason to do this.â Seokjin grins and leans in to press a soft kiss against your lips, one that you smile into.  If any of his old kitchen staff or even the current group saw him now, theyâd faint with how grossly affectionate he was being. Then again, they might just be used to it considering Jin hasnât ever paid mind to other people. Heâs never been one to opt out of public displays of affection either.  âYou know Iâve been thinking lately.â  âAbout?â  âHow hard I tried to get rid of you and how I couldnât. Youâre kind of like a pest.â  Your husband of two years straightens his spine, wholly offended. âPest?â  Laughter bubbles out of your chest and you press another chaste kiss to his lips before youâre pushing him aside to get into the car. Seokjin chuckles, rounding the vehicle to get into the driverâs seat.  âAre you hungry?â  âNot really.â  âNamjoon and Taehyung want us to go to the opening of their restaurant.â  âTheir opening event lasts for three days right? We can always go tomorrow.â You turn to him as he pulls off, driving down the street. âIâm kind of craving your comfort food tonight.â  Jin grins, easily obliging while your eyes flicker up to the cloud of fog above his head. You see yourself smiling as widely as you are now, and youâre thankful you have your ability.
#bts fanfic#bts scenario#seokjin fanfic#jin fanfic#jin fluff#jin scenario#jin reader insert#seokjin fluff#seokjin scenario#Jin as a scary chef :( who's just hardcore about his passion#yo this got Jungle Park Hoseok vibes lol ngl#actually it was inspired by the k-drama Oh My Ghost#I never finished watching it really but I based off the way their kitchen worked with this fic#so if it doesn't seem like a traditional kitchen that's why#I hope you guys enjoy this oneshot!#It's a more classic Jimlingss fluff#with a decent storyline
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Part 2/?
âIs your cabin broken?â Nico asked.
Connor laughed as he side-eyed Nico, his twinkling excitement dimmed into a nervy unsureness, as he stared at his home for the next foreseeable future. To be fair to Nico, he and his brother experiences were similar. After they toured the horseshoe of cabins from the imperious cabin of dear Zeus-y to the angry cabin of Ares, Hermes was kinda sad.
Long and boxy, in dire need of fresh coat of brown paint, it was worn. Their caduceus, Dadâs special symbol, hung sideways on the arch of their screendoor. And they were missing the other half to their â11â.
âNo, itâs not broken.â Travis calmed down first. âBut the inside is better.â
âNot by much,â Connor said.
âShut up. Donât listen to him.â
Nico bit his lip. âOkay,â he said, and Connor only half believed him. Travis stepped forward swinging the door open wide, dramatically gesturing for Nico to go in.
Nico didnât lack guts. Connor could say that much. The boy swept up the creeping stairs going through the threshold without tripping over his own feet, which most face planted over onto the wooden planks. Connor rubbed his face thinking about it.
âThis cabin eleven,â Connor addressed with a grand sweeping arm.
Most of his siblings were out of their beds. The undetermined orange bedrolls were neatly stacked against the walls. It was a bit better this way, Connor acknowledged. Without an audience.
âHermesââ
âHe flies!â Nico gasped. His two dark pools of his eyes bright with each emotion racing across them. Honest, Connor thought. He never met someone so honest. âIâve got his figurine with the other ten. Iâm just missing Hades. Itâs in my room at Westover. And Hermes has a holocard. He has mid attack points, but when you send him to the Hades, he gets so more powerful.â
âNico, I have no idea what youâre talking about. But it sounds pretty cool,â Travis said.
His brother was rewarded with a large grin.
âAs I was saying, Hermes, our father is the god of boundaries, communication, thieves, commerce, speed, cunningââ
âGet to the point before heâs old enough to drive please,â Connor said.
Travis shot him a nasty glare. âAnd roads and travelers. Therefore, all the undetermined fall under his domain.â
Nico nodded. âThank you,â he said, his eyebrows pulled together. âIâm sorry, I didnât bring a gift.â
âAh, donât worry about it. If you really want to thank us, scrap some food to dad tonight and indulge us in a game of poker,â Connor said.
âIâve never played poker.â
âWeâll teach you the rules,â Connor said. âIsnât that right, Trav.â
âRight, brother.â Travis disappeared from their side.
The Hermes cabins were known as their father as divine tricksters. When demigods played games with them, they inevitably accused them of cheating. It wasnât true. For the most part. Travis and Connor explained the rules fair and square it wasnât their fault if games fell under their domain and they were so much better at playing than other people.
âWait. Youâre not Travis,â Nico glanced at him.
âIâm Connor,â Connor said. âPeople mix me and Travis up all the time.â
Nico went quiet. Then, he said, âI wonât mix you two up.â Very importantly.
âUh huh,â Connor said. âDonât worry too much about it.â
âIâve got your sleeping bag, tooth brush, bar of soap.â Travis reappeared with all Nicoâs belongings gathered under one arm.
A thought occurred to him. It was all so small. Most of the demigods, the lucky ones whatever that meant, came with something. Sometimes they came with nothing. Like him and Travis. But it was all so small. Just the clothes on Nicoâs back.
âWeâll steal some stuff for you,â Connor said, âYouâll wake up tomorrow and think Christmas came early.â
âStealing is wrong,â Nico said.
Connor and Travis shared one look before they burst out laughing. Stealing was wrong. What a joke.
âSometimes itâs necessary.â Travis handed the belongings to Nico. It covered his torso. âHere comes the fun part. Where do you wanna sleep. Youâve got any spot on the floor.â
Nico hummed. âWhere do you guys sleep?â
âWeâve got our own room. Camp co-counselors.â
Connor was expecting a thatâs so cool. Maybe an explosive awesome! But Nico fixed Connor with an unimpressed set of eyes and face. âI get the a piece of the floor.â
âItâs a comfy floor,â Travis said.
âYouâre not a very good liar, you know.â Nico sniffed.
âAll the undetermined sleep on the floor,â Connor said, narrowly avoiding the elbow dug into his side.
âBut. I donât want to sleep on the floor,â Nico said. âItâs dirty.â
It was dirty. Connor didnât remember the last time he assigned chores. No wonder Silena refused to come into their cabin.
âIt could use a little dusting,â Connor said. âBut those are the rules.â Official beds for official campers and not even Nicoâs self righteous look was going to change that.
For a moment, it seemed as if Nico was going to just accept it. But, they hadnât used their silver tongue abilities and Nico proved himself to be made off tougher stuff even against older kids. âYou said weâre playing poker right?â
âYeahâŠâ Connor scratched his cheek.
âThere are winners and losers, right? What if I win at poker, I get to have my own bed.â
âI donât know, Nico. We usually play for money,â Travis said. âReally the floor isnât so bad. Iâll get Spencer to sweep and mop.â
âI have money,â Nico said. âDad gave us allowance while we were at Westover. But, I wanna play for this too.â
Connor and Travis traded glances. Its language itself. They go back and forth. Until they settled on why not. They hadnât turned down a game before and they werenât going to stop now even if regret was all they left behind.
âSure,â Travis said. âIf you win, you may choose any bed in the den. And other proceedings won in the poker bed.â
âAnd if youâll lose youâll have to sleep on the floor. No pouting. I expect a stiff upper lip.â
Nico nodded. He dropped his stuff on the floor. âI donât cry. Iâm ten years old.â
âRight. Of course. While I recommend you hide your stuff as best as you can before our siblings come back. Theyâll pickpocket you clean if you arenât keen.â
âMean,â Nico said. But he did as he was told and scampered into the next room, their room, and dropped his stuff off probably on his bunk.
âWhat. Your co-counselors and youâre older. They probably wonât go in there.â Cheeky little shit. âWhat now? Ooh, do you have any secret passages. The movie saidââ
âWe show you around before dinner tonight,â Connor said. âAfter dinner. We play our poker game.â
#stollico#travis stoll#connor stoll#nico di angelo#nico x the stolls#emptying my drafts#long post#I want this to be like the Stollico version of the young dudes#by which I mean#slow burn#angsty#and long
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The Name of the Rose
Summary: Your study-buddy Doh Kyungsoo comes with you for a long-awaited trip to Tokyo, Japan. There is a tension between you, however both of you decided to build a friendship instead of a relationship.
Content: Unestablished relationship, AU, Hurt/Comfort, Anger, Slight Violence, Emotional Complications and Healing.
Warnings: Well, the story contains NSFW/Smut, please minors do not continue.
Note: This story was inspired by D.O.âs album, Empathy, the album of 2021 in my opinion. It is an ongoing mini project, I planned to write it as a one-shot when I started, however I realized there are a lot to say about Empathy Era and I cannot stop shut my mouth, or prevent myself from writing⊠So, here we go.
Second chapter, the Hunter and the Goddess is out :)
Word Count: 3.6k
Chapter 1: The Hunter and the Gazelle
Stat rosa pristina nomine, nomina nuda tenemus.
You were excited.
No, it was not the correct word to be used. You were hyperactive, more than your usual self, and God knows that everyone could testify on how hectic your personality was. According to your family and very close friends, you were a walking catastrophe, funny but a fucking tease and potentially dangerous for environment.
And now, as you had been waiting for your flight, you could not manage to even stay still. Your hands were everywhere, you proved yourself again by dismantling your tote bag as poor thing was on your lap and you were playing with it unconsciously.
âEnough.â you heard your companionâs baritone voice tone. âIf you will continue like this, you have to buy your belongings again in Japan. Do you have that much money?â
He reached to you and took the bag from your lap. For a second, his fingers brushed your thighs, and you lost your concentration during that fucking second.
Focus! you told yourself.
âI can always lend some money from you.â you cocked one of your eyebrows. âWhat? Will you bare me from some bucks?â
âYes.â he was always plain and simple. On the contrary of you. âUnless if it is not a necessary. I am not a guy of sharing.â
What type of guy you are, can you give me a demonstration?
Your trip to Japan made you very excited, but you had to confess at least to yourself in the depts of your mind. What made you frenzied was the presence of your companion.
Doh Kyungsoo.
Your long-term study-buddy. Actually, he was more than a study-buddy, he was a kind of your comfort zone, even though you never express your opinions about him. You have known each other for almost 7 years since the last year of bachelor. Both of you continued your ways in academic world and you were currently being Ph.D. candidates.
To be honest, he never lose his impacts on you. You had a sweet spot for him since almost the beginning of your friendship which made him more than a study-buddy. It did not mean that you were restraining yourself from having dates time to time, but all of them were ended up with the same result.
They were clever and handsome guys, but they were not Doh Kyungsoo.
Sometimes you could not help but wonder, how it would be if you did not meet him as a friend? Could you two manage having a relationship as your best friend, Baekhyun, supported like a bloody zealot? Or one of you would give up as your brother, Jongdae, always believed?
âHey!â you heard Kyungsooâs voice and jumped off from the bench. âCome back to your senses or we are going to miss the plane.â
âAnd you are going to take its money from me.â your murmured inside of your mouth but obliged to what he said by starting to walk. He was generally quiet during flights, but you knew his mouth will not be shut when you will visit the restaurants he wanted to try.
He does not come for Tokyo, he comes for fucking eels, octopuses, or crabs. Kyungsoo and his appetite.
âNaturally.â he approved your words on money, but there was a ghost of smile on his lips. âSince you are the one who became a sleeping beauty.â
Do you think I am beautiful?
This was another problem you had. With Kyungsoo, you were so relaxed, and you felt extremely safe, so you did not need to control yourself as you generally did. Of course, it was a good omen for your friendship, as much as you were sure Kyungsoo never lied to you, it was also a disadvantage on your part, because sometimes you wanted to ask some questions that should be remained in silence.
âIf we would be fairy tales,â you smirked. âI would be Belle while you are the Beast.â
âFine by me.â he shrugged his shoulder. âHe is a very good guy. I am happy for Belle; she understands the assignment. You would not most probably.â
âSweetheart, you are slow to catch the signs.â you playfully smacked his shoulder when you reached to the control point. You thought he would be annoyed, but he stopped and seriously gazed at you. You shivered and wondered why he was looking at you like he wanted to say something.
âWhat?â you inhaled.
âSince when I am slow to catch the signs?â he pressed on every word of his sentence, and to your dismay he used that voice tone, almost a whisper but goddamn strong. âGive me an example.â
You shuttered down, and this was the last problem you had with Kyungsoo, he was the only one who could make your brain stop working especially in times when the occasion calls for full-speed devilish progress. You just stared at him and shrugged your shoulder.
âEh Soo,â you murmured. âYou missed a lot of beautiful girls, right?â
Your response was so weak even to your ears. If Chanyeol, number two best friend of you, could hear your words, he would burst into laughs by hitting everyone beside him. You could imagine Junmyeonâs disgusted face as a plus.
âI did not miss anyone, my dear.â he chuckled. âLet me rephrase, anyone I want just one exception, but exceptions do not ruin the calculation in your famous mindset.â
When he chuckles, you can feel your blood tension rocks your body. His heart shaped lips does something to you, and you do not want to name it.
âExceptions run the world, Doh.â you tried to push him to elaborate his words a little bit more. âWho is that lucky girl who run away from you?â
âThatâs my secret.â he smirked and put his hand onto your waist in order to led you the controller lady. âShow your passport, I do not want to wait here forever.â
Who was the girl he mentioned? You could not help but started to feel anxious, how much you tried to press your instincts and feelings, whenever he mentioned a girl, there would be a dire need of crying in the pit of your stomach. You took a deep breathe and followed his instruction. While you were walking into the inside of plane, you struggled with the sudden sadness. You wanted to tear that off yourself, so you reminded yourself the splendid trip ahead you. You found your place and processed to sit down.
âMay I help?â Kyungsoo asked you but he already fetched your belongings and placed them correctly. You smiled to him and sat down.
How could you meet someone like him? He was a little bit grumpy sometimes, a person who could give unexpected reactions, but he was reliable, kind, lovely and always thoughtful of his environment. You did not want to lose him. You never want to lose him, on the contrary, you want to keep him in your life until the very end. You could not think a life without Kyungsoo, you always desire him to stay your side.
You were pretty sad, you had to admit, and there was regret. You were regretful on your decision to not go further with him, you wished you could be braver and tell him about your feelings for him. How much you were confused because of him, how many days and nights you spent sleepless because of him. To make the things more complicated, you had zero idea about how he would be responded your confession if you pull yourself together and manage to do. For once, you heard his cousin Minseok talked about you by saying you were very important for Kyungsoo, however you did not know in which extent you were important for him.
You two were always closed to each other, you spent almost 3 or 4 days together, you were living in the same campus, your departments were close to each other. He was a huge part of your life, thatâs one of the reasons why you were hopelessly trying to conceal your inappropriate feelings for Kyungsoo. The idea of losing his extremely valuable presence was the only scenario could make you sob.
âAm I the only one who is very uncomfortable?â he whispered to your ear and made your stomach twisted. You could kill him for this, but he was not aware of how he affected you. âYou are deadly silent.â
âNo, I am just thinking.â you run away from him like an Olympic athlete. âAbout the trip. I am very excited.â
âIf you are,â he flinched your forehead. âYou have to talk non-stop. You are silent when something bothers you, what are you hiding from me?â
âNothing, Soo.â you found a smile from somewhere and presented to him. âYou know I never find the chance of visiting Japan; I am really overwhelmed.â
âSo, speak to me.â he grunted. âDo not act like I am not here.â
âOkey, okey.â you raised your hands to air. âSorry for that.â
âI start to feel like I am disturbing you.â he turned his head to the Name of the Rosethat he was reading. Umberto Eco, he had a taste for everything of course. âI asked you twice if you are okey with going to Japan with me.â
You could laugh if you were not so tense since he mentioned girls.
âAnd I told you this is okey, Soo.â you pinched his upper arm. âYou are a good companion for trips.â
âOnly for trips?â he asked. What the fuck was wrong with Kyungsoo today? He was behaving weird, and his questions made you more baffled. âI thought I am good companion for everything.â
You bit your lips in order to send back the sudden answer you wanted to give. Instead of declaring your ignorance about his performance on everything, you refined your words.
âYou are a good friend, Soo and sorry for making you feel unwanted. I am happy you are coming with me.â
âHm.â he hummed but he did not look like he was satisfied with your answer. You decided to not think about what the heck he wanted to hear, you also turned to your book that you were supposed to read since the departure. At least Pavese helped you to collect your mind till the plane landed in Narita Airport. He helped you while you two took a cab for the way, he was acting like his usual self, so you accused yourself because of searching hidden messages in his questions. You were such an idiot.
âI will be seeing you at dinner.â he waved his hand when you finished the registration process of the hotel you would be staying for the week. You were in front of the elevator. Both of you already decided to take a nap before dinner when you were planning the trip, so you approved his words and took your keys.
âSee you.â you smiled and walked to your room. When you opened the door, your smile widened, the room is so light and minimalistic as you really liked. There was no crowded furniture, crazy designs, or unnecessary modifications. The walls were light blue, the furniture was white, and all looked very harmonious. There were plants and flowers, you immediately run to the flowers as you loved them more than anything else. The hotel staff managed to place even Sakura blossoms into the room that made your heart flattered and smoothed your nerves.
And there was only one blue rose, which was your favourite flower in the world. Just one, between a bouquet of daisies and it looked magnificent. You leaned to smell it while smiling as a little freak. You did not have to see your face; you knew how you looked like. Chanyeol always said that when you see a blue rose, you lost your shit. Another creature made you drunk in happiness was white butterflies. You had a sweet spot for blue roses and white butterflies.
And for Kyungsoo.
You grunted to yourself in your mind, and you headed to the bathroom by tapping your feet to the ground harshly. You were done with your obsession with Kyungsoo, it became something out of control, and you were tired of yourself at this point.
You had to live your goddamn life, you had to stop fucking fantasizing about your study-buddy.
You stripped out from your clothes and jumped into the shower. Cold water helped you to take the control of yourself, both as physical and emotional. You were okey, you were in bloody Japan as you always wanted, and you were going to fucking enjoy it. After shower, you threw yourself into the bed, tucked yourself inside the blanket and set the alarm for one hour later.
After one hour, you were swearing at yourself with your very glorious vocabulary because the only thing you did was fantasizing about Doh Kyungsoo.
âDid you rest?â he asked to you while you were leaving the hotel. You held your growl inside. âDid you take a nap?â
âI did not sleep but I leaned down for a while, so it was good. You?â
âI slept like a baby. It was very interesting when you think I am more like an insomniac.â
âI guess, your insomnia is rubbing on me.â you grumbled. âWhere are we going now?â
âEh, at least something about me can rub on you.â he rolled his eyes, your chin was dropped due to his response. âThere is a tiny noodle restaurant in Ebisu, but they are very famous. We are going to there.â
âOkey.â you nod and walked beside of him.
âYou look very pretty.â he turned to you. âThat dress looked very good on you.â
You instantly took a look on your navy, long dress. It was very comfortable, but also elegant and your fashion freak cousin persuaded you the colour and style gave you a
âThank you.â you replied. âSehun chose this for me, you know he is the chef kiss when it comes to fashion.â
âHe did well.â he smiled. âHow is Sehun by the way, I did not see him since ages. Did he come back from France?â
âNo.â you pouted. You really missed your noisy cousin. âHe just came to visit for a week, then came back to school. I am not sure if he will come back to be honest, he got some important invitations from European universities.â
âVery good.â Kyungsooâs face was lit up. He was proud of Sehun. âI know you miss him, but he has a bright career ahead of him.â
âYes, I know.â you also smiled. Thinking about your successful but extremely playful cousin made you happy. âI just worry about him.â
âStop babying him.â Kyungsoo punched your arm as half serious half joke. âHow old is he, 27?â
âYeah.â you laughed. âI know I baby him very much, but we all do, Kyungsoo.â
âYou are just one year older than Sehun.â he smirked. âWho is going to baby you?â
âChanyeol.â you exhaled. Kyungsoo looked at you for a second, then both of you burst into laughs because it was well known that you also took care of Chanyeol and Baekhyun as well as Sehun. âJokes aside, I am a strong and big girl, Kyungsoo, I do not need someone babying me.â
âMaybe you can start looking for a sugar daddy to baby you?â he cocked his eyebrows to you. âBefore it is going to be too late?â
âActually, I had some candidates in my pocket.â you devilishly beamed to him. âYou have no idea.â
âBeg your pardon?â his face suddenly transformed from joy to deadpanned seriousness, and his smile was disappeared immediately. âI was joking.â
âI was not.â you blinked your eye. âSome people really proposed to me.â
âFor being your sugar daddy?â
âI know I am very little in your eyes, Kyungsooâ you took a deep breathe before continuing. âBut here the breaking news: some people could find me attractive.â
âWe are not talk about usual dates or men.â he held your arm and turned you to himself. âIf you receive this kind of proposes, you have to tell me.â
âNext time, I will report you so we can decide who is going to be my sugar daddy.â you poked his ribs while he burrowed his eyebrows and radiated a strong sense of discontent. âCome on Kyungsoo, I am not going to say yes to this type of proposes, what do you think about me?â
âWe are always joking about this issue,â he looked like he was cursing beneath his breath. âBut when it comes to you and Baekhyun, I always suspect if you are serious or not.â
âSugar daddy is a joke.â you hissed. âOf course, it is a joke, I have no interest in having a sugar daddy.â
âWhat about the proposes? Are they real?â
âWell, they are.â you murmured. Suddenly, you felt like the table was turned and you just played your ace card too early. You felt like Kyungsooâs eyes investigated your soul to the bits.
âHow many?â
âThree.â you gave up. âOne from faculty, two from outside.â
âUnethical son of bitches.â he lowly cursed and caught you off guard because he generally preferred to use more polite words, even if he was cursing. âKeep them away from yourself.â
âOh really?â you teased him by hoping to break the strange tension between you and managed to put a little smile on his face.
âStop mocking me.â he warned you but now he was smiling widely. His mouth became a heart again, this time you averted your eyes from his face.
âWho I am to dare mocking you?â you squeaked but it was fake.
âOh, you mock me more than even that walking noisy machine Baekhyun.â he flicked his hand. âWe have to stop at this station, Ebisu Garden Place is on the way.â
He put his hand onto your waist again, and you felt like electrocuted again. Every time he touched you, and unfortunately, he sporadically did, you felt like you are dying for more. More what? You were not sure what you really wanted from Kyungsoo, but you were certain on you were desperate for more of him.
More of him.
The bus was crowded, Kyungsoo led you to a little corner, and stayed in front of you. He could be a little bit protective when it came to crowded places since you were clumsy, he generally insisted to keep you close to himself in order to catch you, if you would lose your balance, so you did not surprise when he held your wrist.
What made your heart to do a perfect all kill type of somersault was his next move, his fingers did not stop on your wrist, on the contrary they moved into your palm and grasped your hand tightly. You raised your eyes to him, he never hold your hand, never ever.
âI want to be sure.â he whispered by catching your question before you ask. âSince both of us do not know the way, and the bus is full of passengers, this is more secure.â
âAh.â This was the best of you at the moment. You quickly realized what the heck you said but Kyungsoo sometimes can be quicker than you.
âWhy? Are you unsatisfied with the reason?â His dark brown eyes were shining, his perfume smelled fucking good and the proximity between your faces did not help you.
âWhy should I be?â you had to be back to play as soon as possible. âI grant you the chance of holding my hand, thatâs count as charity.â
He looked at your hand for a moment, and you saw a smile formed on his lips and instead of a sarcastic reply as you expected, his eyes shaped like a crescent and shined as the fucking moon itself during a cloudless, navy night.
âThank you, your highness.â he genuinely smiled. âMay I continue to hold your hand?â
âWhy?â the tone of your question was full of surprise, sounded exceptionally strange.
âBecause I want to feel you.â he simply answered, and he squeezed your hand a little bit more. âFor once let me feel you by my side.â
You knew that your eyes blown up, your mind was playing some tricky and dangerous games with you, you lost your shit, and you were sure about you finally made yourself mad because of your platonic interest in Kyungsoo, but even if God himself would appear in the bus in order to stop you, that would be a fruitless attempt.
You held Kyungsooâs hand.
If he wanted to feel you by his side, you could not refuse.
You never refuse Kyungsoo.
How could you?
He was the protagonist of your secret dreams, fantasies and your goddam powerful imagination.
He was your gazelle and you were chasing him since the first day you met.
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grocery shopping | miya atsumu x reader
request: Grocery shopping with Atsumu. You tell him to pick up some stuffs from the dairy counter(like cheese, milk, etc) but when you see him walking towards you, all he is holding is Family pack Ice creams in different flavours.đđ "But they were looking at me like 'pick us up', and so I didđ„ș", he explains. @nkogneatho
notes: hi dear, sorry this took so long, i was going to write headcannons or a drabble at most and then all sorts of funny ideas started popping up in my head. i included your req ofc but itâs not the main focus if thatâs okay.
characters: pro vb player!miya atsumu x f!reader
genre/warnings: mostly crack tbh, fluff, very chaotic, y/n thinks sheâs getting kidnapped and freaks, they take a ride on a grocery cart, y/n accidentally finds out her boss is a sugar mommy?,tsumu is a sweet boyfie
words: 1.5k
summary: you take atsumu with you on a shopping trip. chaos ensues.
It probably would have been a smarter choice to pick a day when the supermarket was less busy, but the fridge was almost empty and in dire need of replenishing. Today marks Day 3 of you and Atsumuâs new diet, one that he needs since heâs starting an intense conditioning regimen. You decided to participate as well in order to support him, and to get into the habit of eating healthier yourself.
You leave Atsumuâs side to take a basket, but he beats you to it, wheeling out a shopping cart instead. You tilt your head in puzzlement. âAtsumu, weâre not going to buy that much food, weâll never finish it all.â He takes your wrist in one hand and starts steering the cart with the other. âYouâll seeâ
You stop at the fresh produce section, tossing an assortment of fruit and veggies in your trolley as Atsumu perks up beside you, getting an idea. â____, letâs get steak today so I can cook for you.â You raise an eyebrow, skeptical of his abilities. And for good reason. ââTsumu, you tried to make me breakfast two weeks ago and I donât think those eggs were even edible.â He puts a hand on his hip and fakes a pout. âBabe, have some faith in me. âSamu might be the chef of the family, but trust me on this, I promise Iâm not going to poison you.â Despite still being slightly suspicious, you decide not to question him.
You grab a few salad kits for good measure then pull out your phone to tick off your grocery list. âBread, check, energy bars, check, produce, check, salad mix, checkâŠokay, I think all thatâs left is meat and dairy, letâs go get your steak.â You glance up when he didnât answer. ââTsumu?â Your boyfriend has disappeared and so has the grocery cart.
You look for him in the meat aisle. Nothing. You look in the next aisle. Nothing. Youâre about to send him a text when you suddenly feel a pair of hands seize you by waist, taking you away from the secure ground beneath your feet. Your life flashes before your eyes. Headlines of âMissing person, last seen at XX Martâ fills your mind. No way is this happening right now. I am NOT getting abducted in broad daylight, in the middle of a crowded grocery store! I have to get help; I canât go down without a fight.
You yelp while struggling in the hold of your attacker, furiously kicking at empty space. You see an old woman a little farther down the aisle. Thereâs hope. âHelp! Somebod- â you shriek in panic before a hand comes up to muffle your words. â____! Chill out, itâs me!â You still at the sound of your boyfriend. Too late. The elderly woman approaches you, swinging her cane and nearly whacks Atsumu in the shoulder. âMaâam, maâam! This is a misunderstanding, Iâm her boyfriend,â he explains, fending her off. She slowly withdraws her cane and stares at you. âIs that true?â You meet her eyes, then mumble an affirmation, ducking your head shamefully. âYoung women nowadays⊠back in my youth, I never would have dared to cause such a scene,â she tsks, glaring at you disapprovingly before she walks away. Oops.
Atsumu sets you down, eyeing you with furrowed brows. â____. Bro, what the fuck?â You can only smile sheepishly. âSorry that I freaked out on you. I thought I was about to fall victim to human trafficking. But you know how scared I get when my mom sends me articles about girls getting kidnapped,â you point out, attempting to defend yourself. He sighs and pinches the bridge of his nose. âI told you before, nothing will happen when youâre with me. Did you forget who you were? Youâre ____, Miya Atsumuâs girl, and no one gets to mess with you.â
You instantly soften at his words but puff your cheeks out afterwards. âHmph, well something could have happened just now, and itâd be all your fault for leaving me,â you accuse, pretending to sulk. He gestures at the security cameras. âThere are cameras everywhere, not to mention this whole place is crawling with people. Besides, even if something were to happen, I would come for you. No one can touch Miya Atsumuâs girlfriend and get away with it.â He taps the handle of the cart. âAnyways, get in. This is why I insisted on taking this thing.â
â Youâre not serious. Weâre too old for this, we canât be doing things like riding shopping carts,â you reasoned. He rolls his eyes. âBullshit, me and âSamu used to do this a lot and still do sometimes. And donât lie to me, I know you want to, so get in before people come into aisle.â You bite your lip. He was right, so you donât protest when he picks you up again and places you inside with your legs over the front. âHold on tight.â
He puts one foot on the metal bar and pushes off the ground with the other, then hops on, propelling you forward, riding off the momentum. You clutch at the sides of the cart, feeling the air whip at your face, wind running through your hair. The two of you laugh in glee like children.
All was well until a womanâs back comes into view. Your eyes widen. âBaby, stop, weâre going to hit her!â He curses and immediately steps down, reducing the speed until the wheels squeak to a stop, just in time. You turn towards him to scold him. âI knew this was a bad idea; that was so dangerous! We could have hit this lady or even gotten hurt ourselves trying to avoid her!â
âVery fortunate that you didnât, Miss ____,â says a voice. A very familiar voice. You twist your body back around, looking directly into the stern eyes of your manager. You take a moment, becoming conscious of your current state: hair disheveled, clothes in disarray, legs dangling over the edge of a shopping cart to top it all off. Is there a worse way to encounter your boss outside of work? You hastily straighten up. Well, straighten up the best you could in the situation. You smile nervously. âMs. Wright! Wow, hi! What a coincidence seeing you here!â You notice a young man standing beside her. âOh, I didnât know you had a son. Heâs really handsome, you must be proud,â you added. She purses her lips, clearly displeased. âActually, Miss ____, heâs not my son, heâs my boyfriend. We have a busy agenda today. If thereâs nothing else, Iâll see you at work on Monday.â
Your face turns white as you process what just happened. The atmosphere is silent. Atsumu starts to push the cart, waiting until you make it to another aisle before bursting into laughter. âMiya! That was so not funny. I canât believe that happened. First, she sees me in this state. Then, I mistake her boyfriend for her son? I even called him handsome! Oh my god, itâs really over for me.â
âCalm down, she said to see you at work, itâs fine. Plus, itâs not your fault you didnât know she was a cougar. That sugar baby must be living the lif- â You gasp and reach up to cover his mouth before he says anything else. âShush, Atsumu! What if sheâs still around? Yeah, Iâm definitely going to see her on MondayâŠso she can fire me!â you groan. âJust get me out of this stupid cart so we can finish buying what we need, I just want to go home so I can curl up and scream into the blankets.â He smirks. âOh, you want to scream in bed? No problem, leave that to me.â You slap his arm, and he feigns hurt.
While at the cash register, you realize that you forgot a few items. âShit, âTsumu, I forgot the butter and yoghurt. Can you quickly go grab those?â He nods. âWait here, Iâll be fast.â A couple minutes pass and you grow worried, watching the employee scan the last of your groceries.
You finally see your boyfriend return with his arms full. Except, what heâs carrying are massive pints of ice cream. You cross your arms. âAtsumu. What did I just say? This doesnât look like butter and yoghurt.â
He peers at you with puppy eyes. âBabe, you canât blame me. They were calling out to me and begging to be picked up! Besides, I got both your favourite flavour and mine. We need this for movie night.â
âWhat about the diet?â
âItâs not a big deal. Also, you seem like you need this after what happened. And I feel like I might have been responsible for some of it. Just a bit.â
You sigh and pay for the ice cream. Heâs got a point. Guess youâll have to make another trip to the store tomorrow.
a/n: actually this is the first time iâm writing a crack fic, but i have crack hcs in my wips if anyone is curious! iâm not even sure if this is funny or nah lmaoo please let me know
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