#and my boss was so great because when they were saying goodbye she said in front of everyone that

[starrysan]

killin it

masterlist

pairing: biker!wooyoung x baker! fem!reader

warnings/prerequisites: enemies to lovers, swearing, yn almost gets killed by wooyoung's bike??, yeosang, mingi, and jun cameo, not proofread 😓

a/n: this idea came to me after consistently almost getting hit by bikes that don't obey any traffic laws..! title is a p1harmony ref

[2.3k words]

3rd person pov

after a long shift at her horribly paying bakery job, y/n was waiting at the crosswalk for the light to change, a batch of cupcakes in hand. as it changes to the walk signal she starts to walk she had just gotten yelled at by her boss and was already having a bad day when she hears a motorcycle revving up and quickly turns to the side.

before she knew it a bike was about to hit her. "holy shit!" she exclaims as the bike comes to a stop. "watch where you're going" the mystery person says behind his helmet.

"watch where im going?! watch where you're going!" y/n yells back. the cyclist takes his helmet off to reveal the guy she had been arguing with. "if you were paying attention this wouldn't have happened" wooyoung tries passing the blame which of course failed miserably.

"me? can you not see its a red light for you?" y/n practically yells. "pfft who looks at those anyway?" wooyoung chuckles. "you're unbelievable." y/n says angrily crossing the street and continuing on with her day.

she walks into her apartment frustrated on the phone with her best friend yeosang. "he almost fucking hit me then tried to blame me" she groans into the phone. a faint 'that's horrible' from yeosang comes through the phone as she goes to press the elevator button and who was waiting for it as well. "..sangie let me call you back" she says, hanging up the phone before yeosang could say goodbye. "talking about me so soon?" wooyoung says almost cockily.

why does he live here? since when does he live here? y/n thought to themselves but wooyoung breaks her out of her thoughts first. "what? you've really never seen me around?" wooyoung rolls his eyes. "no?" y/n scoffs. "why would I want to know that a killer lives in our building?" she replies. "a killer?" wooyoung looks at her dumbfounded. "my bike didn't even touch you"

"yeah because I yelled at you" y/n says exasperated. "yeah well-" wooyoung starts. "can you two argue some place else?" jun, the building's doorman asks a bit annoyed. "sorry jun" the two say in unison. they get into the elevator standing in opposite corners. y/n goes to press her floor, wooyoung going at the same time and their hands graze each other as the two practically jump backwards.

y/n presses the 10th floor as wooyoung presses the eleventh. "great you live right above me" y/n sighs, getting off the elevator. she quickly walks to her apartment not wanting to engage with him anymore.

it was a quarter past midnight and y/n was trying out a new recipe when all she could hear was this loud banging and music from upstairs. she groans throwing her apron on the couch and heading upstairs as she pounds on the door. her upstairs neighbor mingi opens the door.

"mingi can you keep it down? its late and I can hear you through the walls" y/n asks softly. "oh shoot sorry y/n" mingi says genuinely apologetically, the two having known each other for a while just through being floor neighbors.

"thanks" she says, as she's about to walk away, she spots a familiar face in the crowd. "mingi how do you know that guy?" y/n asks right before mingi closed his door. "oh him? he's my new roommate he just moved in last week name's wooyoung." mingi replies before telling someone to lower the music. "ah" was all y/n said before wooyoung spots her and comes to the door.

"oh perfect, y/n this is-" mingi starts. "don't worry mingi.. we've met" y/n sighs. "y/n? nice to put a name to the face" wooyoung says. "yeah I think this is my cue to leave. goodnight mingi" y/n waves heading to the elevator.

"what about me?" wooyoung questions. "why would I say goodbye to a killer?" y/n asks not even turning to face wooyoung. "I didn't-" before wooyoung could say anything y/n enters the elevator closing the door behind her.

"what was that about?" mingi asked, closing his apartment door and heading back inside to the ruckus (as y/n called it) he called a party. "this morning I might've.. almost hit her with my bike?" wooyoung confesses.

"and you apologized right?" mingi questions but asks again from the lack of response from wooyoung. "..right woo..?" he asks. "okay so what if I said no.." in a matter of seconds mingi sent wooyoung down to y/n's door because according to him "it was easier to apologize than have y/n as your enemy"

he knocks quietly on the door hoping she'd be asleep and as he started to walk away the door swings open to reveal a man who was certainly not y/n. "can I help you?" the man asks. "..is y/n home" he asks almost nervously. "y/n!" he calls from inside the apartment. "some guys here to see you" he says stepping a bit to the side. "come in? I guess?"

"who is it sangie.. oh" y/n stops dead in her tracks. "what?" she sighs. she had an apron on with cats all over it, flour on her face and getting in her hair. "uh.. mingi told me to come apologize so-" he gets cut off. "mingi told you to apologize? so you're not actually here to apologize you're just here because your roommate told you to" she raises an eyebrow.

"I mean when you put it that way-" before he knew it he was standing outside as y/n shut the door on his face. "so much for that" he says before walking back upstairs. "how'd it go?" mingi asked, the party over now as he picked up plastic cups from the floor. "she slammed the door in my face" wooyoung sighed.

"yeesh yeah she's tough to get through but once you do she's really sweet." mingi says, getting a bag of garbage together. "are you sure that's not just her nice twin that you talked to or something?" wooyoung sighs. "does she bake? I saw her wearing an apron."

"yeah she works at the bakery down the street" mingi replies finishing up the last of the clean up. "what am I supposed to do?" wooyoung asks. "to get y/n to like you?" to which wooyoung nods. "get lucky?" mingi says honestly. "how'd you get her to like you? you cant be her favorite with these loud parties."

"oh I bribed her." mingi says nonchalantly. "did you see the baby blue kitchen aid mixer in her room? I bought that for her for Christmas. I know my parties are loud and I know she likes baking and that her job dosent pay well so I got her the mixer and now she's chill about the parties." mingi continues. "after that we would say hi to each other in the halls and now we're friends. she comes over to coffee every once and a while and she brings me dessert" mingi nods with a smile. "I see.." wooyoung says finally.

the next day wooyoung was hard at work in the kitchen there were boxes of cake mix on the counter as well as all the mixing bowls they owned. he worked hard trying to make the best cake to win y/n's forgiveness. he finished the cake off by adding pink icing and using the piping bag to write 'sorry' sloppily on the cake.

the next evening he heads to y/n's apartment knocking on her door. y/n on the other end looks through the peephole. "yes?" she says through the door. "i.. bear cake?" wooyoung says, to which y/n bursts out laughing and opens the door. "sorry.. for almost killing you? then being an asshole about it after" wooyoung says holding out the cake.

"I accept your apology.. wanna come in?" y/n offers, opening the door. wooyoung steps inside taking his shoes off and hanging y/n the cake. the two sit at the table and eat the cake. "cake is great your decorating could use some work" y/n hums, a fork in hand.

"I tried my best with what I had" wooyoung sulks. "mingi dosent have a kitchen aid like the one he got you he just has a whisk I whisked this whole thing by hand" he continues with a frown. "then I guess its alright" y/n giggles.

the two talk till it gets to dinner time. "want to stay? yeosang is bringing Chinese food I can ask him to get more. invite mingi too" y/n hums scrolling on her phone. "I don't want to intrude" wooyoung says. "you're not intruding we're neighbors aren't we?" y/n smiles.

yeosang arrives with the food, mingi arriving short after and the four eat together. "so you two made up?" yeosang asks, eating his orange chicken to which y/n nods her mouth full of noodles. "he apologized with a cake" y/n points to the cake left sitting on the table. "I see" yeosang laughs in response.

after a while mingi and wooyoung go back to their room. "so.. are yeosang and y/n dating? what's up with them" wooyoung asks for no reason (lies). "them? not that im aware of they're friends" mingi replies. "why?" mingi asks with a brow raised. "just curious" wooyoung hums. "alright.." mingi says suspiciously.

after a while, wooyoung and y/n had gotten closer. the four would have dinner together when they could, y/n brings over desserts when there was extra at the bakery. "if the bakery pays so bad why do you still work there?" wooyoung asked as the four had sat down to have their monthly movie night.

"it pays shit but it pays" y/n replies grabbing the bag of popcorn from the microwave and pouring it into a bowl. "then what do you want to do?" wooyoung questions. y/n thinks for a bit. "I want to open my own bakery" she says finally. "y/n's sweets? that's probably what I'd call it" she nods. "why don't you?" wooyoung asks "with what money? my $12 an hour?" wooyoung hums and looks like he's thinking as yeosang starts the movie.

wooyoung, y/n, and yeosang were hanging out in y/n and yeosang's place while mingi was at work when y/n excused herself to the bathroom. "you like her don't you?" yeosang asks as the bathroom door clicks shut. "what're you talking about" wooyoung says not at all convincing. "we all know" yeosang hums snacking on the cupcakes y/n had made.

"maybe I do.. but I doubt she likes me bac-" yeosang interrupts him. "you two are so dense. its like we all know but you two. she talks about you all the time I was starting to get sick of it if im being honest" yeosang sighs. "really?" wooyoung asks in disbelief. "even the first day you guys met she was talking about how hot you were." yeosang says thinking about the phone call they had.

flashback to a month ago: "he's so hot its a shame he almost fucking hit me then tried to blame me" y/n groans into the phone. a faint 'that's horrible' from yeosang comes through the phone.

"she said that?" wooyoung says in almost shock. "yes" yeosang says exasperated as the bathroom door swings open and the two immediately shut up. "why're you two acting suspicious?" y/n says. "no we're not" the two say in sync y/n decides to let it go.

wooyoung and y/n were alone now, yeosang "having some fashion emergency and leaving the apartment". "so what were you two talking about?" y/n asks slightly cuddling into wooyoung's arm. "nothi-" y/n sighs loudly. "I know it wasn't nothing" y/n argues. "if I tell you, you have to promise not to make fun of me" wooyoung says. "why would I-"

"I like you y/n" wooyoung blurts out. "you.. wait really?" she says in surprise. "yeosang was just telling me that he knows and mingi knows" as he finishes his sentence y/n leans over to him pressing her lips onto wooyoungs as he gasps. "shit sorry" y/n says pulling back quickly, but before she could get too far, wooyoung pulls her back into another kiss. "thank god" y/n mutters into the kiss. "for what?" wooyoung hums. "that you also like me back duh" y/n sasses which gets a laugh out of wooyoung.

some time later wooyoung was leading y/n to.. somewhere. y/n didn't know she had a blindfold on. "woo are we there yet?" y/n says impatiently. "almosttt" wooyoung smiles. "okay ready?" wooyoung says taking y/n's blindfold off. "open your eyes!" as y/n blinks her eyes open she witnesses what wooyoung had been tirelessly working on for the past couple months. it was a building decorated with the prettiest things. the sign read 'y/n's sweets' y/n gasps.

"you didn't.." she says in disbelief. "I did" wooyoung smiles. "you're unbelievable how'd you pull this off?" y/n says still in awe at the building infront of her. "I think I might die of shock" y/n says. "don't die who will I kiss if you do?" y/n rolls her eyes, pecking him on the lips as he hands her the keys. "shall we head inside?" wooyoung asks to which y/n nods.

"help me bake?" y/n asks as she starts up the ovens. "am I getting promoted to baker" wooyoung grins. "as long as you learn how to ice cake properly then yes" y/n giggles. wooyoung starts icing the cake. "how am I doing.."

"you're killin it" y/n replies kissing his cheek.

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[sindar-princeling]

I've been anxious for so long and so brave about it this year and I'm really hoping it will allow me to not have to brave for a while because. jesus fucking christ

[deadghosy]

VEES MEETING MY VERSION OF Y/N

"Damn you guys are fuckin' worthless…..”

"I'll show you worthless!"

"Eww..."

PART1 PART2

WARNING: swearing, Neno who is Y/N’s counterpart, and foul language.

I made this while listening to edit audios ✨

YOU WERE relaxing by Lucifer who was showing you a great soap opera idea he had as it was a duck version of you and a duck version of him going on a stroll. You clapped with a smile as he goes on about a storyline with his prideful smile. The short duck leader hyper fixated on the story as you just listen and nod until you realized the time. It was a late evening time.

This whole day you spent with Lucifer because he was your first friend and suppose boss who let you in when you fell here. So of course you would love to hang out with him. But sadly the time has come as you got off his chair and waves your goodbye as he smiles sadly at your departure. You left in a wave of whispers as shadows cover your body.

———

YOU APPEAR in pentagram city in your same appearance as you just left the palace. Sometimes you hated teleporting in whispers as the whispers can affect your hearing as well. As you walk with Neno following you in the shadows with a smile as he make sure you were safe while walking.

You never thought to make yourself a cuddle and your own buddy based on your shadow manipulation power as you thought it would be dumb to make this shadow counterpart of yours like Alastor has. But oddly it was relaxing with Neno by you keeping you safe 24/7 like a pet and a bodyguard. But mostly as a friend.

As you walk you seem to come across a flat faced overlord who smirks as he stops behind you. You kept walking until you felt a hand rest against your shoulder. You turns round to face Vox who has his signature smile, "well isn't it if the shadow themself...how's hell been treating you." You could tell he wasn't for a conversation as you just stare and shake his shoulder off.

You never considered him a friend as you could swear you heard him grumble but still try as he walked beside you with hands behind his back and a shit eating grin. As he kept talking you couldn't help twitch your eye in annoyance as black smoke slammed VOX with a groan as he gets pinned down by the smoke. You lean in his face with a dark expression as Neno towers you with glowing white eyes.

"Listen here, I don't want to be by you & I don't want to see you. If you value your sweet life and sweet technology around hell. ˙qɯıl ɹoɟ...qɯıl noʎ ɹɐǝʇ ʇ'uoʍ I ʇɐɥʇ ɹǝɟıɔn˥ oʇ ʎɐɹd ɹǝʇʇǝq no⅄" you said as your eyes droop black ooze from it as well as your mouth.

Vox wasn't that scared...of course not as his breath hitches in his throat staring at your creepy expression. He nods understanding as your face changes in blink as you swiftly disappear in loud whispers making Vox cover his ears(?).

Vox lets go of his ears(?) as he sees you aren't there no more..he felt a rush at annoying you. He didn't know why but annoying you felt like adrenaline just knowing you can destroy with one hand without that pesky shadow that always company you around. He smiles with his sharp grin as he fixes his tie as he walks to vee's tower.

He couldn't help but like your personality....

———

ITS A NEW DAY, And shopping with Lucifer's money is quite elegant if you say so. Even if you did not want to at first. But then Charlie wanted you to go spoil yourself as you felt more better about yourself. And shit you must agree it felt good to spoil yourself. So what the hell, you went and spent almost 50k again. But hey, it's their fault they spoil you at times.

As you left a fashion store smiling at the new black clothes and [aesthetic] clothes you got, you seen one of the Vees. Velvette who is chewing bubble gum while on her phone. It seemed as if she was waiting for you as she looks up and smile at you. She waves you over to her as you raised a brow not falling for this "bullshit."

I mean, you don't hate the female Vee. But you know not to trust Valentino after his little performance with Angel dust and stunt on Charlie. Plus what Vox did irritated you as you didn't have plans to listen to a yapping news channel. You could see she was getting irritated as she rolled her eyes walking over to her. Honestly it was funny as you looked down at her which made her look down at her.

"What? You got smoke in your ears eh?" You she had a weird accent...kinda sounds Australian? British? Whatever it was, it was strong as you lean your face close to her which she just crossed her arms eyeing you up and down.

"Jeez, I at least excepted the 'shadow demon' to talk back and say something snarky. But I guess you aren't hot take." She says smirking.

You chuckled at the Vee, "why..aren't you a cute little thing. Where's your owner, Dog." You said with a snarky tone. "So that's what you sound like hm..." she says grabbing you by your collar. Your smile twitched, she smiles sensing your body language but you just sigh at how this was suppose to be a good day...but now it was ruined at this shit.

You gently took her hand off your collar as she kept smirking. "Listen, V needs you and I don't know why but he sent me to get you. That flat faced fuck couldn't stop talking about you. So yeah, I ain't wasting my time on explaining. Just follow me to the Vee tower." She started to walk off as you hand Neno your bags with a kiss to the head. Neno purrs and slithers through the alleys going to the hotel to drop off your bags in your room.

You smile at Neno, but the smile falls as you walk behind Velvette walks ahead. You kept your hands behind your back while eyeing the female Vee as she goes back on her phone. Probably contacting that flat faced fucker about you actually coming with her. But it didn't matter as you could easily leave if you don't have time with the Vees.

"So why does Vox need to see me? He could've just come a face me instead of sending his little friends for him like a little bitch." You say looking around boredly

Velvette just shrugs holding her phone, not even bothering to look or turn to face you. "Don't know, don't care to answer."

You smiled at her attitude, it made you interested in her. "Well aren't you swell. I would've thought you would've had a better answer at least. Since you and that flat fuck seem on topic with technology."

"Yeah well, me and him aren't alike at all. So just shut it, and let me guide you to the tower." She said lastly as she stopped texting whoever and walked forward having her hands in her pockets with a resting bitch face.

You just scoffed as you kept a straight posture as Neno appers in your shadow with a smile at you as he purrs seeing you okay. You held your hand out as he swirls around your hand and hide in your body. You still faced the female's back as she stopped at the Vee's tower.

"Welp, we're here. Just don't piss anyone off. As if you can't help it with your face!" She laughed but you didn't say anything as you just had an emotionless smile while walking pass her.

"Buzzkill.." you heard her mutter under her breath.

(Part 2?)

[zepskies]

Never Say Goodbye - Part 3

Pairing: Dean x Female Reader

Summary: The first time you and Dean sensed each other’s thoughts and feelings, you were just kids. It would take years to realize that you both were bonded for life, and even longer to finally meet. [Soulmate AU] (Rated M for eventual scenes – 18+)

Word Count: 4,500 Warnings: Language, fluff.

Part 3: Contact

As it turned out, your life started to get better after you missed that shift at the coffee shop.

Oh, you still got fired. But the experience of nearly getting splattered on the pavement by an oncoming truck gave you some unexpected clarity about your life.

Mainly, you needed to stop wasting it. You were tired of jobs that would pay your bills but not bring you closer to your career. And frivolous thoughts of coffee shop boys and…the hope of running into your soulmate.

Maybe one day, you could dare to hope, but from now on, you wouldn’t let it rule your thoughts. You wouldn’t hope too hard either.

It could save you from the disappointment of never hearing anyone’s thoughts but your own.

So you decided to check the University of South Dakota’s career board for jobs, and you discovered an opening in the history department! A research assistant for one of your favorite professors, who was writing their dissertation on the strange, superstitious, and sometimes down-right disgusting social practices of the Ancient Greeks (including bottling up the sweat of their best athletes, because they thought their musky body oils contained magical properties).

Since you were already majoring in history, you were a shoe-in for the job. And working directly with your professor gave you a great resource for future classes.

Four years later, you had earned your bachelor’s degree in History. You even decided to further your education when you were able to get a scholarship for graduate school.

Now you were just one semester away from finishing your master’s. You still worked in the history department, but you had been able to upgrade—to Executive Secretary to the Dean of Ancient Studies.

It sounded fancy, but really, you were a glorified slave. Or at least, your boss seemed to think so.

“I need you to cancel my meeting at two,” said Dr. Birch. She breezed into your tiny office without knocking, startling you from where you were hunched over your laptop.

“Good morning!” came your reflexive greeting, though it was a bit too loud and sharp. You internally winced at yourself and relaxed your posture, like a bird unruffling its feathers. “Cancel your meeting with Dr. Wells?”

Dr. Wells was a nice man, and an important one. He was the Head Dean of the entire History department. Technically, he was above Dr. Birch. It wasn’t a good look to blow him off, but you weren’t about to say so.

“Yes, I have an important lunch, and I already know it’s going to go overtime. Gary will understand,” she replied. She was looking at her phone rather than at you. For all she cared, you were just a calendar with hands.

Dr. Helen Birch was a brilliant woman. She’d published no less than five books, had won awards for her peer-reviewed articles, and she had been your academic advisor all through graduate school.

She could also rival Meryl Streep for “bitchy-ass boss” in The Devil Wears Prada.

“I also need you to grade the final exams for one of my classes,” she said. “Greek Studies this time.”

You held back a sigh. Again? I’ll never finish my own finals at this rate.

But what you said was, “Sure, I can do that. And I’ll email Dr. Wells to reschedule.”

“Yes, make sure it’s not on Thursday,” she said, brushing a finger through her thin blonde hair. “I have to leave early to get my roots touched up before I go away this weekend.”

“That’s fun,” you chatted while you revised Dr. Birch’s calendar on your computer (and sent an apology email to Dr. Wells). “Where to?”

“Oh, I have this tedious conference in Chicago. But then my boyfriend is taking me skiing in Breckenridge.” She sighed and pinched the bridge of her nose. “I simply can’t wait. This semester has been a drain on my psyche, and just terrible for my migraines.”

With the email sent, you took a little breath and gathered some courage as you got up from your desk and gathered a handful of papers you had stapled together. It was a rough draft of your thesis, which was only a bit worse for wear (including a suspect coffee stain that you didn’t remember accidentally putting there).

“Actually, I was going to ask you if you got my email about my thesis. I just wanted to go over some of the feedback you gave me on the draft,” you said, trying to sound more confident than you felt.

Dr. Birch raised a brow. “What of it?”

“Well.” You showed her the front page, which was covered in red ink. “Mainly the part where you crossed out the first three pages and commented, ‘Missing the point.’”

She nodded. “Yes. I’m afraid I have nothing to add about that.”

Well, that didn’t exactly help you. The first three pages was your entire introduction to your thesis, “TV & Film: The Modern-Day Mythology of the Masses.”

You must’ve had a pitiful, lost look on your face, because Dr. Birch finally took pity on you. She sighed.

“You are a creative girl. I’ll give you that, but your degree is not in cinematography. You are a historian,” she said. “And while the ‘Well of Souls’ in Raiders of the Lost Ark may be based on a real historical place in Jerusalem, that does not mean Indiana Jones can, or should be described as a ‘religious experience.’”

My ten-year-old self would bed to differ, you wanted to retort, but you kept your mouth shut and lowered your eyes. Dr. Birch nodded to herself and was about to leave your office, until she stopped short and gave you her Amex card.

“Oh. And get me a coffee, would you, dear?”      

The moment your day ended and you were able to get into your car, you let out a long sigh of relief. While you waited for your car to warm up, you massaged your hand, aching from grading papers for Dr. Birch’s class.

You rubbed your hands together, this time to warm them as the frigid air draining from the car still bit into your skin. A shudder tingled through your body, and not in a pleasant way. Honest to God, I hate the winter.

On reflex, you toyed with the silver ring on your right hand—your mom’s ring. It usually comforted you, but today, remembering her made your heart heavy. Because today was the anniversary. 

You still remembered that snowy day when you were fourteen, could picture it so clearly, like a scene painted on glass.

With one last sigh, you fished out your phone to call your dad. It rang for a few seconds (it always took him an eternity to answer his phone, and it drove you crazy).

“Hello?”

“Hey, Dad,” you said.

“Hey. Just got off work?”

“Yeah, I’m headed back to Sioux Falls. Want to meet at home and go together, or do you just want to meet me at the cemetery?”

The other line was silent for a moment. Longer than you would’ve liked.

“You’re coming, right?” you pressed.

“Look, I’m gonna have to work late tonight,” Jack said. “Don’t wait up for me.”

“Really?” Your voice was terse. “It’s one day a year, Dad. You can’t even manage that?”

“I told you I’m working a case.” He sounded annoyed. You didn’t care.

You were pissed.

“Whatever,” you dismissed. But then, you realized you weren’t willing to let it go just yet. “You know, I just find it interesting. On her birthday, Christmas, today, somehow you just can’t be bothered to visit your wife.”

“Hey, drop it, all right?” your dad snapped back.

“Sure. It’s none of my business, I guess.”

“I don’t need your sarcasm either.”

You silently fumed, but you weren’t willing to hang up the phone first. You didn’t want to look petty, and apparently, neither did he. You both could be stubborn like that, sitting in a tense stretch of silence instead of just…

Instead of just, I don’t know what, you could admit, if only to yourself. Eventually, his voice reached your ears.

“I’ll go when I can,” he said.

“Fine.”

And you really did hang up this time.

What should’ve been an hour drive back into your hometown took almost two with the traffic.

Oh yeah, you still lived at home with your dad. It wasn’t ideal, especially with a long-ass commute every day. But unfortunately, being a full-time student with a part-time job didn’t give you the budget to have your own life.   

At least you had your car—a dark blue Camaro your uncle had restored and gifted you for your twenty-first birthday. You didn’t talk to your Uncle Bobby as much as you would like. Between work and school and taking care of the house for you and your dad, you didn’t have much free time on your hands. You did see Bobby around town sometimes, and occasionally shared a beer with him when your demanding schedule allowed.

Your dad had never liked it, you hanging around your uncle. So you didn’t tell him.

That seemed to work out better for both of you.

In fact…

You reached for your phone again and found your uncle’s number.

“Stop badgering me, Rufus. I’m busy.”

Your lips curved into a grin. “Uncle Bobby?”

“Oh. Hi, darlin’. Sorry, thought you were some riff raff that keeps spammin’ me.”

“What did Rufus do now?” you asked.

“He knows,” Bobby said. The surly edge to his voice made you smile in amusement.

“What’re you doing later? Up for a beer?”

“Usually I’d take you up on that, but I’ve got some people coming in pretty soon.”

You scoffed. “You have people? What people?”

“You’re not the only number in my cell, you know,” he said dryly.

“What, you mean Rufus?” you teased.

“All right, now you’re just runnin’ up my minutes,” he said. “If you really want that beer, you’re welcome to swing by, if you want. I’ve got a stocked fridge full of cold ones.”

You laughed, then you considered his offer. Did you really want to go home and deal with your dad (whenever he bothered to come home)?

“Well, I’m going to the cemetery first, but I could maybe swing by after,” you replied.

“Right, that’s today, ain’t it?” Bobby said. “Give your mom my respects.”

A more genuine smile grew on your lips. “Thanks. Will do.”

You hung up with him just as you got to the cemetery. It was hard not to feel melancholy here, especially in the winter. All the graves were lightly dusted with snow, and it felt like the world came to a quiet stillness here.

You bundled up with your scarf and gloves as you braced yourself for the cold, stepping out of the car. On your way in, you heard the rumble of a car going by. It was loud enough to make you turn your head and see a flash of black speeding away.

You shook your head. People drive like maniacs nowadays.

You were about to continue on your way towards your mom’s grave, when you finally heard it.

Say goodbyeee…never say goodbye-y-aaayy. Holdin’ on we gotta try, holdin’ on to never sayyy goodbyeee.~

Someone was warbling a Bon Jovi song in your mind, and it certainly wasn’t you.

But you did come to a dead stop in your path. Your eyes widened as shock claimed your heart and your brain. Soon enough though, your heart warmed as you became aware of something new. It was like a low hum at first, reverberating inside your chest.

You and me and my old friends, hopin’ it would neeever end. Say goodbye—

The singing continued, but all you could focus on was the thrumming in your skull, the thread of connection you could sense and feel inexplicably. You didn’t realize you were crying until you felt warmth trickling down your cold cheeks. Sniffling, you wiped your tears with the back of your hand and smiled tremulously.

You were finally feeling your soulmate.

Which meant, he was close by…and with that realization came an important question:

What the hell do I do now?

They were in South Dakota again.

Dean knew coming back here was…potentially dangerous. He hadn’t heard his soulmate’s thoughts in four years, since the last time he was in this state.

Truth be told, he hadn’t wanted to come here. After the last hunt though, he could use some R&R at Bobby’s for a couple of days.

This time Dean had his brother with him, albeit the circumstances weren’t…great. Their dad was missing, and Sam had lost his girlfriend in the process of trying to find him.

Sometimes, Dean really regretted going to find his brother at Stanford. Part of him thought, if he hadn’t hooked Sam into coming with him to try and find John, maybe Jessica Moore would still be alive.

A more selfish part of him (one he wouldn’t name) was glad to have Sam with him. Dean was actually having fun hunting with him. And maybe, Dean was having to get to know him again too.

“You think Bobby will have any intel on Dad?” Sam asked from the passenger seat of the Impala. They were about five minutes away from Singer Salvage, the old man’s tow business (and his house).

“Doubt it,” Dean replied, changing the radio station once Bon Jovi turned to REO Speedwagon. He could get down with some pop rock from Jovi, but REO was pushing it.

“Then why are we here?” Sam turned to him with a frown. “We just ganked a poltergeist in our old house and…we saw Mom. You think we should be wasting time right now?”

Dean’s lips pursed. Leaving their old house behind in Lawrence, Kansas was exactly why he needed a minute before jumping into the next case. As much as he wanted to find John, Dean just…he needed a minute to breathe.

Revisiting those old (painful) memories wasn’t easy for him. He wasn’t sure that Sam completely got that.

“Bobby’s got a stack of lore books to Kingdom Come. Who knows, he might have a way to help us find Dad,” he said.

Sam shot him an unimpressed look. “And if he doesn’t?”

Dean resisted the urge to roll his eyes. He got why Sam was so fired up. Really. The fact that the kid was having weird…premonition dreams about the near future was concerning. And he wanted to find the thing that killed Jess, that killed their mom, but this was clearly going to be a marathon. Not a sprint.

“In the meantime, we crack open a couple beers,” Dean said, “get one or two of free nights on actual beds, and then we’re on our way to the next gig. How’s that sound?”

Sam let out a sigh through his nose and faced the road ahead. They both knew he wasn’t happy. Dean couldn’t exactly blame him.

When they finally got to Bobby’s, the old man greeted them with a casual wave, beckoning them inside. He offered them the contents of his fridge—a few beers and a frozen lasagna defrosting in the fridge. Dean scoped it out while Sam dropped off his bag in the upstairs guest room.

“That for us?” Dean pointed to the lasagna with a grin. “Didn’t know we merited the red-carpet treatment.”

“’Cause it’s not just for you,” Bobby said dryly, then he hesitated. “...My niece might be swingin’ by later.”

Dean raised his brows in curiosity. “Didn’t know you had a niece.”

Or any family, for that matter. He knew the old man had a wife, once upon a time, but he assumed she’d passed away. No kids. Bobby had never talked about having an extended family. He didn’t have pictures on the walls, and the shelves only had books and locked boxes.

Bobby took a long sip of his beer after opening a bottle each for himself and Dean. He had one ready on the counter for Sam, who came into the kitchen looking tired. The kid hadn’t been sleeping well for the past few weeks, to say the least. Dean handed him the beer.

“I don’t see her much,” Bobby conceded.

“Why’s that?” Dean asked.

It took a moment for the other man to answer. Eventually, he was honest. “Well, she's grown. Going to school, got a job. But you could say I had a fallin’ out with her dad, a while back.”

“You have a brother?” Sam said.

“Brother-in-law,” Bobby corrected. He didn’t say anything more about it though. Sam and Dean shared a look that said they agreed: There’s something off there, but I’m not gonna pry.

“You still see her though?” Dean asked.

“Every now and then,” Bobby said, sipping at his beer again. “It’s a small town.”

That kind of pissed Dean off. Bobby was a good guy. He’d watched Sam and Dean a lot when they were kids, their dad on a hunt. He’d made sure they had decent food to eat, good movies to watch, and even played catch with Dean a time or two.

So what kind of assholes did Bobby have for family, that they couldn’t be bothered to check in on the old man every now and then? They must’ve been off living their lives, in their own little world. Must be nice.

Dean brought the bottle of Heineken to his lips, only to realize it was empty. Couldn’t have that, could we?

He went to the fridge and opened the cap, only to jump as the beer fizzed and leaked over his hands.

Damn it!

Bobby sighed. “And I just mopped the damn floor.”

“All right, Martha Stewart. Keep your slippers on,” Dean teased. “Sam, get me a paper towel.”

Bobby tried to get by him to get the mop, but beer was still dripping down Dean’s arm.

“Would you move to the sink, already?”

Sam finally cracked a small grin as Dean rolled his eyes. “Fine. Jesus. You’d think Miss America was comin’ into town.”

Damn it.

You heard him again. And this time, you could hear his voice, so you knew the thought belonged to a him. The voice was pleasantly deep, and annoyed. You actually felt his irritation and were able to recognize that the emotion didn’t belong to you.

Excitement bubbled in your throat, almost making it hard to breathe as you drove your car down the road. You had been too worked up to go see your mom, and technically you were supposed to head to your Uncle Bobby’s house, but this was too important.

You needed to figure out how to talk to him—your soulmate.

So you pulled over on the side of the road, and even turned the radio off. Okay, now what?

You didn’t know what you were supposed to do. They taught about this subject in school, sure, but that had been years ago! You’d spent the past six years filling your head with college and work and learning how to be an adult.

Okay, just breathe. You calmed down a bit with some deep breaths, and you closed your eyes. When you first heard your soulmate’s singing in your head, you remembered feeling warmth spread through your body, emanating from your chest. Then in your mind, you’d noticed a…a thread, of what could only be described as energy.

You felt it now. You could almost visualize it with your eyes closed. In your imagination, it was bright and beckoning. You focused on it, and it grew brighter, thrumming and soft.

You thought of what you wanted to say, and you tried it—sending your thoughts and your will through the connection.

Having a rough day?

Dean was still wiping beer off the floor in Bobby’s kitchen when he heard your voice ring through his mind.

Having a rough day?

His entire body tensed, and he paused with a ball of wet paper towel in his hand. Sam had taken the mop from Bobby and was about to finish off the floor, until he noticed Dean blanking.

“Dean?” he asked.

It shook Dean out of his shock, enough for him to look up at his brother. “Hmm?”

“What’s up? You were staring off into space.”

Dean feigned innocence. “Nothing.”

Sam’s brow rose, but he didn’t press the issue and went back to mopping. Dean took the opportunity to toss the wet paper towel in the garbage.

“I’m gonna hop in the shower,” he said, and made his swift exit to the bathroom upstairs, so quickly that he didn’t see Bobby watching Dean curiously from the living room.

“Don’t use up all the hot water!” Sam called after him.

Once again, Dean found himself locking the bathroom door and staring at himself in the mirror. His green eyes were conflicted as he tried to calm down. Maybe his heart was starting to beat a tick faster. Maybe a trickle of nervous sweat was making its way down his spine. Maybe he didn’t know what the hell to do.

His dad’s warning was still clear as a bell in his mind.

“Unless you’re prepared to hang up your gun, and stop hunting, don’t open that door.”

Dean knew why John had said it, and even agreed with him…at least, logically he did. His life was complicated, and insane, and bloody. How could he put someone else through what he went through? What he still went through every day? It wasn’t right.

But his chest was aching. He rubbed at it absently.

He could feel your worry again, he realized. You were anxious, probably waiting for him to respond. Dean could feel you. Having a rough day? you’d asked him.

So as usual, he made an impulsive choice.

You could say that, he carefully replied. He remembered the way your voice sounded, smooth and pleasant in his mind, and he couldn’t help smiling a little. But not for long, I’m thinkin’.

Your relief hit him in a slow, but powerful wave. It almost made him feel guilty for taking so long to answer.

Well, it’s not every day you hear someone else in your head. Maybe you’re going crazy.

She was teasing him. You were teasing him.

It brought an incredulous smile to Dean’s face. You’re one to talk. Maybe you’re just talkin’ to yourself right now.

Hmm. I don’t usually warble to Bon Jovi, but maybe you’re right.  

A beat of surprise, another to remember what he and Sam had been listening to in the car earlier, and then embarrassment prickled at the back of his neck.

You heard that, huh? he asked wryly.

Maybe, you giggled. It was a cute sound, and it cut through some of his embarrassment. He wasn’t used to being put back a step by women. He was good at reading people’s body language, and usually it didn’t take him more than one look to figure out what a woman thought about him, and what they wanted to do with him.

So the fact that he couldn’t see you was a challenge. With that realization, a slow smile spread across his face. He was game for a challenge.

Well, I’m likin’ your voice so far, he said. Think I could get you to sing for me?

He felt you pause, a flutter of warmth through a tendril of shyness. I’ll leave the performing to you, Romeo.   

Come on, it’s only fair.

Who said life is fair?

Dean sobered a bit at that. Ain’t that the truth.

Hmm, so you were having a rough day.

Make it a week, he said.

Yeah, I know the feeling…I wasn’t having a good day today either.

Dean sensed your melancholy and didn’t like the feeling. Well, now you’re talkin’ to me. So it should be smooth sailin’ from now on.

He could feel you brighten at that. It made warmth bloom once again inside his chest, especially because he sensed you were smiling—a bit shy, but genuine.  

…What’s your name? he asked.

It took you a beat, but eventually you gave him your name. It wasn’t what he expected, but he liked it. Your name rolled through his thoughts, and he tested on his tongue.

What’s yours? you asked predictably. Somehow, Dean didn’t anticipate the follow-up.

Suddenly he realized exactly what he was doing: he was talking to you. (Something he’d told himself he wasn’t going to do.) Not to mention, he’d been locked in the bathroom for about ten minutes and hadn’t even showered yet. Pretty soon either Sam or Bobby was going to come knocking to see what the hell he was doing, so he might as well shower for real.

He answered you as he turned on the showerhead and started undressing. I’ll make a deal with you…if you can guess what I do for a living, I’ll come by and introduce myself in person.

Dean felt your shock, so he let you think as he stepped into the shower. Eventually you came back, annoyance coloring your emotions and your voice.

That’s stupid.

Dean smiled. Aw, come on. It’ll be fun.

For you!

Don’t you know, sometimes the best things in life come after some delayed gratification.

You paused for a moment, in which Dean didn’t know if you were in shock again, or just pissed. Maybe a combination of both.

Great, I got a comedian, you deadpanned. …You’re not a comedian, are you?

Sweetheart, I’m hilarious, Dean replied. But no. Good guess, though.

He sensed the equivalent of you rolling your eyes.

Just then, Sam knocked on the bathroom door.

“Hey, you better not use up all the hot water!”

“Twenty minutes of peace, Sammy. That’s all I ask,” Dean shot back. Sam made a sound of annoyance, but he went away, leaving Dean almost alone with his thoughts.

Look, I gotta go, he said regretfully. But I expect you to have some guesses cooked up by the time I get back from work.

You were still annoyed, but you begrudgingly agreed to his terms.

Fine. Just…don’t wander too far off. I can’t win the game if I can’t hear you.

Dean sensed your underlying worry, and your fear. You were afraid he was going to leave.

His heart softened. As a result, he ended up promising things he didn’t know if he meant.

Don’t worry. I’m not leaving town until you win, he said.

He felt your warm smile, along with your excitement.

Goodnight, sweetheart. We’ll talk soon.

Okay…goodnight.

He hung onto the feeling of your presence for a few seconds longer, before he let go of the connection. For now.

Dean caught himself smiling, but it quickly turned to a frown.

“Nobody should be waiting on men like us to come home bloody.”

When he once again remembered his dad’s warnings, that new warmth in his heart chilled, and it sunk like a stone. He leaned against the cool bathroom wall and pressed his forehead against the tile, while lukewarm water beat the side of his face and body.

Shit.

AN: Oh, Dean. What're we gonna do with you? lol

I hope you enjoyed Part 3! I promise they'll finally meet soon lol. What did you think of their first conversation?

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rickyl + manhandling u after a party when ure a little drunk and giggly and you’re extra obedient for them ><

TOUCH ME, I’M TIPSY

(18+ content, Rickyl x fem!reader)

No cause they would secretly love it when you got that way. All buzzed and giggly in the backseat of the truck as they drove you home. Teasing Rick with your toes as you sprawled out in the backseat for the short drive back to your place. Him trying so hard not to smile as you sang along to the CD that Daryl hated. That extra shot of tequila back at the party had you feeling a little dizzy, stumbling slightly on the way in the front door, giggling extra hard when Daryl told you to keep quiet. Not wanting to wake up the kids. And while you may have been in a great mood, having the time of your life on the makeshift dance floor, they wouldn’t forget the way you’d been teasing them all night. Wearing that itty bitty skirt and those knee high socks. The outfit alone driving them crazy, but your attitude wasn’t helping either. Trying your hardest to get one of them to dance, even though neither would budge. Partly because they had to hide their raging hard ons behind the kitchen counter. And somewhat, because they knew you’d be even worse with your ass pressed against the front of their jeans. When you noticed the sheer discomfort, tight jaws and controlled breaths, you leaned in all close and proceeded to whisper the dirtiest thoughts you could come up with. Absolutely loving the way their hands would tighten around the bottle of beer or glass of whiskey they were sipping on. You were practically begging them to bend you over right there at the party. To take you up to the guest room and have their way with you. And when they’d finally had enough of your little act, they made up some lame excuse as to why they had to leave. Why you had to leave. “We got a supply run in the morning. Bright and early.” Rick would tell Rosita while she pouted at your departure. You trying your best to wave goodbye, and blow her a kiss as the two men placed a firm hand each, on your lower back, guiding you down the front steps. Knowing that the second they got you alone in their bedroom, it was over for you. No more sweet and innocent giggles. Just big doe eyes and eager nodding. Repetitive whimpers of “Uhuh uhuh” and the occasional, “Yes sir”. Simply agreeing with whatever they’d said. You couldn’t really tell. Too drunk off their attention, and well, maybe some of the liquor. Doing every little thing they ordered. “Spread your legs”, “Be quiet”, “Quit squirming, sweetheart”. Bossing you around and fucking you right into submission within the hour. And when you fell asleep right between them, left in only your knee high socks and knotted hair, they’d laugh about how cute it was. The way you thought for even a moment, that you could ever have the upper hand on them. That you could get away with being such a little tease.

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✩(I won’t lie, writing in paragraph chunks like this kind of hurts my eyes. I have such a tiny attention span that they usually scare me to read. In saying that… I rlly liked this anyway and felt it fit <3 But please let me know what you think! Feedback and comments are so apreciated)

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Masked Man 2

Couples:Namjoon X Reader

Summary:You're struggling to adjust to Korea, when an unexpected clash with a mysterious, masked man gives you the comfort you need, even though you don't know who he really is.

Content:Fluff, mystery, deception(Not infidelity), sex, namjoon!idol, Reader!salaried, dating, multi-part story, jealousy, angst.

Things in Korea had improved since that noisy encounter with the stranger, who still hadn’t revealed his full identity. After we got coffee, he told me his name was Kim. When I asked him to at least remove his mask, he refused, explaining that he was sick and didn’t want to infect me; he said he’d finish his coffee at home.

I told him about my problems at work, and he encouraged me to keep going. He suggested inviting my coworkers to dinner at the end of the month to break the ice and offered to give me Korean lessons whenever I wanted. Kim provided the comfort I desperately needed. At last, I had found someone in Korea who would listen to me, and I could listen to him.

I was at my cubicle, trying to gather the courage to speak to my coworkers. I stood up, catching the attention of the three people I shared the office with.

“Would you like to go out for dinner after work today? My treat. We’ve done great work this month.”

I spoke while bowing slightly, trying to be as respectful as possible, just as Kim had advised me.

“Oh, I’d love that. I’ve seen a restaurant nearby that comes highly recommended,” said Minjin, the youngest in the office. I smiled, thrilled that at least one out of three had agreed.

“Sure, I’ll join. We’ve only been working this whole month; we need a break,” added Hyeon, the oldest and only man in the office.

The only one left to respond was our boss, Hae.

“Alright, but this time I’ll treat you. We didn’t give you a proper welcome when you arrived. We were so busy, but now we have the time,” Hae said with a smile, which I quickly returned.

I sat back down, excited to experience what a work dinner was like. I had seen it countless times in dramas. I took out my phone and texted Kim:

—Hey! It worked! We’re going out for dinner later.

Thanks to his advice, I had found the courage to step up and make friends again.

—I’m so glad! Remember what I told you: serve the drinks and prepare the meat. That shows respect and that you want to get along — Kim replied.

We had exchanged numbers and had been texting non-stop since then, as if we both needed to share our worries. It had been a long time since I could talk to someone without fear of offending them. Maybe it was because our first encounter had been so out of the ordinary that it left no room for more anger. I felt that Kim wanted to break out of his routine; he confessed to spending too much time at work and needing a break. Knowing that we thought and felt the same made me so happy. Even though he remained a mystery, I couldn’t help but feel close to him because of how deep and easygoing he was.

—Thank you for your help ♥ — I wrote.

The dinner helped everyone relax. I made sure their glasses were always full of soju and helped Minjin prepare the meat. During dinner, she talked a lot, and I found her very likeable. Since we were closer in age, I felt comfortable around her.

“At first, when you arrived, I thought you were spoiled and nosy, but these past few days you’ve shown that you can do your job well. I hope we get to know each other better,” said Mr. Hyeon, raising his glass.

“To our new colleague,” he toasted.

We clinked glasses, and I felt happy to be getting closer to the team, though I couldn’t understand why they had formed such an impression of me when I had tried to fit in from the start. But excitement won over doubt, and I decided to enjoy the evening.

“Well, dinner was delicious, but I need to get back to my kids. It’s getting late; we should all head home,” said our boss, Hae, standing up.

We all followed her, bowing and saying goodbye as she got into her car. Mr. Hyeon also left, saying he lived nearby and would walk home. In the end, only Minjin and I were left.

“Do you live nearby?” I asked, worried about leaving her alone at night.

“Oh no, I live about 20 minutes away. Actually, I’ll take a cab. Want to share?”

She held onto my arm as if we had been friends forever, and that made me incredibly happy. However, I had to decline her invitation as she flagged down a taxi.

“Sorry, but I live a bit further, so I take the subway. It’s better for me.”

Her smile faltered a bit, and I couldn’t help but feel foolish—it was an opportunity to make a friend. However, my responsibility called. I had to get home quickly to walk Susy.

“Oh, don’t worry, I guess you’re not interested in being my friend. See you tomorrow.”

I tried to respond, to tell her that I did want to be her friend, but her words felt like an unexpected door slamming shut. She was already getting into the cab, leaving me with the answer stuck in my throat. I stood there, motionless, watching the taxi drive away, taking with it an opportunity I hadn’t known how to seize.

While walking to the subway station, the weight of doubt began to crush me. Why did it feel like no one at work wanted to get close to me? Why did they avoid me as if I were the problem? Mr. Hyeon’s comment kept echoing in my mind: “I didn’t have a good impression of you at first.” I had never done anything wrong to them; they hadn’t even given me a chance to show who I really was.

On the subway, as my mind wove absurd theories about my reputation, I felt a vibration in my pocket. I pulled out my phone and read the message:

“I’m going to walk Mitty, should I wait for you?”

A smile immediately spread across my face. The subway doors opened, and I ran out as fast as I could. The excitement of seeing him and sharing that little routine with Kim gave me a sense of relief I didn’t know I needed.

“I’m almost home, I’ll be there in 5.”

When I arrived home, the door to the house across the street opened. There was Mrs. Lee, my neighbor, with her warm smile and that gaze that always seemed to mix worry and tenderness in equal measure.

“Oh, it’s good you’re home. I just heard that there was a violent fight between a man and a woman at the park a few days ago. Even the police got involved. Did you hear anything about it?”

My heart stopped for a moment. How could I explain to her that I had been part of that mess? Of course, I couldn’t.

“People need to be very careful these days. The world is crazy now.”

I held back a nervous laugh before responding, feeling like an actress in a play I hadn’t rehearsed.

“Of course, I’ll be careful. Although I haven’t heard anything.”

After saying goodbye, I hurried inside. I greeted Susy, who welcomed me with her usual enthusiasm, and got her ready for a walk.

Walking toward the park, I saw him. Kim was there, tall and with that naturally laid-back posture. The dim light from the streetlamps highlighted the definition of his arms, and for a moment, I caught myself admiring him. Even though I had never seen his full face, there was something irresistibly attractive about him.

“Hi, Kim. Hi, Natty.”

He turned to me with a soft smile as Susy and Natty started playing, sniffing each other like old friends. Seeing them, I let go of Susy’s leash, and he did the same. The dogs dashed off to the wide lawn, their energy contagious.

“How did dinner go? Did you manage to get closer to them?” Kim asked with genuine curiosity. His tone was so warm that it felt like he was opening a door to a safe place.

“It went well. I feel like I’m starting to earn their trust. Thank you for your help; I wouldn’t have done it without you.”

I placed my hand over his on my shoulder for a moment, reaffirming my gratitude.

“I’m glad it went well for you. I wish it were as easy at my job as just inviting people to dinner,” he replied with a tired smile that hid a deeper sadness.

“What’s troubling you about work?” I asked, trying to offer him the same support he had given me.

He paused, looking toward where the dogs were playing carelessly. He seemed to be debating whether to speak or keep it to himself. Finally, he let out a sigh and admitted:

“You could say that my coworkers and I are drifting further apart. We’ve known each other for years, but now it feels like we’re strangers. It makes me nostalgic to realize that.”

We watched the dogs play, excited, as if they had known each other forever. Their carefree wagging tails and chaotic sprints seemed to reflect a pure, instant connection. I waited in silence, giving him time to gather his thoughts.

“It’s ironic,” he began, a bitter smile on his lips. “I’m distancing myself from them too. I don’t want them to realize how much their distance affects me, but I also don’t want them to feel obligated to spend time together like we used to.”

His words lingered in the air, heavy with a weight that seemed to wear him down. When he finished, he looked at me, and in his eyes, I saw a mix of vulnerability and a hint of shame for saying it out loud.

“I understand you,” I responded, trying to ease the tension. My voice came out softer than I expected, as if stepping into sacred ground.

“Before my mom passed away, my family was very close. But when she left, my dad and I drifted apart. We each tried to heal the wound she left… but we did it alone. I never tried to reach out to him, and now I regret it. My dad passed away a few years ago too, and sometimes I think about how things could’ve been if I had told him how I felt.”

The knot I felt while confessing this to Kim was strange, but at the same time, liberating. It was the first time I had talked about it with someone, and doing it with him made me feel less alone.

“I think if you reach out to them and tell them how you feel, they’ll understand,” I continued, trying to give him some hope. “I bet they feel the same. Humans are nostalgic by nature and always seek a place to return to.”

Kim gave me a small but genuine smile, and in that moment, we shared an unspoken understanding. Having someone to confide in, even for just a moment, made the burden we carried feel lighter.

To break the melancholic air, I decided to call Susy. When she saw me, she ran toward me with all her strength, wagging her tail so enthusiastically that I could almost feel the avalanche coming. Knowing she would inevitably knock me over, I ran to hide behind Kim, using him as a human shield.

The strategy, however, didn’t work. Susy slammed into him full force, knocking him backward with me trapped underneath.

“This time it wasn’t you tackling me, but your dog. You’re both a menace,” he said with a laugh as he struggled to pin me to the ground and tease me a little more.

“If you keep teasing me, people will think we’re fighting again,” I replied, laughing, finally managing to get up with his help. The night felt lighter thanks to that silly but comforting exchange.

“I think it’s time to head home. We’ll both wake up sore tomorrow,” Kim said, dusting off his clothes.

He decided to walk me to my house. But just before we arrived, a

few steps from my door, he stopped. He looked at me as if he wanted to say something but wasn’t sure. I could feel the air change around us, the kind of moment that stays in your memory long after it’s gone.

“I’m glad I met you,” he finally said, his voice soft, almost hesitant, as if afraid to say it.

My heart skipped a beat. The way he said those words, with an honesty that reached me, left me without a reply. I simply nodded, smiling, hoping my expression was enough to convey that I felt the same way.

A figure dressed entirely in black sprinted over the fence of my garden. The intruder glanced at us for a second before vanishing into the shadows.

“Hey! What are you doing?” I shouted with all the strength my surprise and fear allowed me.

The shock rooted me to the ground, as if my legs refused to respond. The reality that someone had entered my home—my private space—felt like a direct blow to the chest. Vulnerable and powerless, I could only watch as the stranger disappeared into the darkness.

“Who was that? Was it your house?” Kim asked, alarmed, his gaze darting between the direction the intruder had gone and my pale face.

Without a word, I leaned against him, unable to stand on my own from the fright. Kim didn’t hesitate to wrap his arms around me, pulling me into a protective embrace that, while it couldn’t erase the fear, made me feel I wasn’t alone in that moment.

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Iced Americano please Kim Minji x fem reader

Everyday on your way to the bookstore you walk pass the neighborhood skatepark where she is often found. She has long brown hair that stays tied up, big brown eyes and is always flooding in her clothes. You like to take extra time when passing the park just to admire her beauty from afar because god forbid you ever speaking to her in fear of embarrassing yourself.

The bookstore was always quiet and was nicely decorated by the owner who happened to be your boss. The same old customers came by checking out mangas and renting other books, nothing exciting ever happened. Until the bell rang indicating that someone walked in,

“Hello.” you softly spoke and a soft voice responded with a, “hi” causing you to look up and see skater girl. You physically felt your heart skip a few beats as your jaw hit the floor. Clearing your throat and rubbing your eyes you focused your view on the girl who was in the romance mangas section looking through a few books.

With a book in her hands, she made her way to the counter where you stood. “is this all for today?” you asked nervously.

“could I also get your number?” The girl asked with a smile that lit up the room. You felt like you were gonna pass out if she looked at you any more.

“I-Um y-yeah sure” you stuttered as you rung up the book. “that’s a great series by the way” you nervously laughed.

The girl smiled, “really? I heard it was good so I had to see for myself” she said. “Ill call you” she winked before exiting the store with her skateboard rested under her pit.

At the end she left with your number and heart.

You couldn’t believe the last twenty minutes, pinching you arm constantly in hopes that the universe was just playing mind games but no, pretty girl was in fact in the store and asked for your number. When you realized she never gave you her name…

After your shift you closed up store just to see the same pretty girl leaning up against the building with her skateboard leaning next to her. “Gosh I was scared that you slept there too, you get off so late” she said with her brows furrowed slightly showing concern for you walking home late.

The fact that she asked for your number and then waited for you had you doing summersaults in your head. “Oh yeah I work closing shift on the weekends.” You nervously laughed.

“where do you live?” The girl asked as she walked beside you.

You pointed down the long street, “i live at the end of the block over there.”

“Oh really!? I live on the same street! That’s why I like to come skate a lot because its just down the street. Oh by the way my name is Minji. I forgot to introduce myself, Kim Minji”

Kim Minji. The name suits her so well. You felt yourself staring at the girl for a while until she finally got you out of your trance. “what’s your name, pretty girl?” she smirked causing heat to rush to your face.

“Ahem..y/n” you tried to hide your blush but Minji saw it and couldn’t help but tease you.

“Your blush is as cute as your name” Curse this woman being so smooth with her compliments, your face was never gonna feel the cool evening breeze again with how heated its getting.

The both of you emerged in deep conversation, topic after topic outside of y/n’s house until 1am hit. “its getting late and you need your sleep. How about we get some coffee tomorrow?” Minji smiled as she helped you stand up.

“Ill be waiting” you responded before saying your goodbyes. Not long after did you receive a message from what seemed to be Minji.

Unknown: ill pick you up at noon

Unknown: Save my number as ‘Minji 💜’

Minji 💜: goodnight cutie ^3^

—

Next day

As promised, Minji was at your door step exactly at Noon in baggy streetwear and skateboard tucked under her arm. This time she wore her hair in two buns with strands of hair falling into her face making her look cuter than before, if that was even possible.

“I know a great coffee shop nearby” Minji said, “they have great Iced Americanos”

On the way there she tried to get you to ride her skateboard which just ended up being you standing on the board while she held you up. Her laughter was the best thing you’ve heard in a long while.

“What do you want?” Minji asked you at the counter. “um I don’t know, I don’t drink a lot of coffee” you answered leaving her faced distorted in judgement.

“How do you survive with no coffee? Oh you poor soul” She joked. “Here you should try-“

“I’ll try your drink” You decided catching her off guard. “Oh well, two iced americanos please!” she smiled to the cashier who looked done with their shit.

Minji happily drank the coffee while watching you chug the drink in front of you. “Bro this is good” you gasped.

“you’re already using my slang thats cute” Minji teased you. The rest of your date went smooth ending with her dropping you back off at your porch, but this time she leaned in leaving a kiss on your cheek.

“Goodnight pretty girl” she winked before dropping her skateboard on the ground and skating down the street.

[classicanalyzer]

Battle of Jakku - Insurgency Rising Thoughts

"Hello......father. I came to say goodbye. I wasn't sure what I wanted to find here. This should be a happy moment. I should be celebrating, After years of pain, we finally have good news. But I'm stubborn. I can't help myself. I needed to talk to you face-to-face. But now I'm not sure what to say. I'm not like Luke. Luke can forgive with an ease I strain for. All I feel is anger--over all the things you did. The people you hurt. The people you left behind. But I'm going to set that aside for now. My family is waiting." Leia Organa

The Battle of Jakku - Insurgency Rising is a great start to this maxiseries.

Everything about Luke Skywalker in the comic was written very well. The Jedi Knight who is emerging on his first steps to becoming a Jedi Master and restoring the Order. I love the advice he gives to Rynn, his mental process of processing the changing galaxy, and his role in it. I find it funny how he easily dispatches the Acolytes of the Beyond and Renya Oskure (her design in the actual comic is so bland, I wish they used the design on the cover art of Issues 3 and 4). My only complaint is the reason why he let Adelhard live is because plot demands he lives until the final arc otherwise great writing of Luke.

As one of the people who played Star Wars Uprising when it was up (I got to a good part of Act II before it was shut down), I was very excited to see the Uprising storyline concluded at last. Before this comic, my hype was up when Rise and Fall of the Galatic Empire revealed the OT heroes took Adelhard down, so I was pretty excited to see those events. I really hope we get to see Bragh in a more direct combat way with his weapons and the regular Purge Troopers. I really like the implication he might've been a former Purge Trooper of the Inquisitors based on his interactions with Renya (I also like the nod to how Uprising mentioned an Inquisitor operating in the Anoat Sector and might've been a future villain of the game had it not been shut down).

Grand Moff Ubrik Adelhard is a really fun Imperial Warlord. When I first played the game, I thought he was one of many Warlords who was local trouble but not potential galactic trouble. Well now, the comic establishes him as a possible galactic threat. I really love seeing his Stormtrooper days not as a normal Stormtrooper but as a TK Trooper which shows how early he joined the Empire. I find it funny now we know Adelhard served in the Seventh Fleet (it's pretty fun to know he served directly under Thrawn and was at Atollon) on the Chimera that perhaps his outfit as Moff with the epaulets is meant to emulate the outfits of the Grand Admirals (which funny enough makes him closer to the uniforms of Legends Grand Admirals). It was also unreal to see his infamous toxic gassing of Anoat depicted in the visual medium. Luke's assessment of Adelhard at the end summed up his character really well.

The Acolytes of the Beyond being central to the story tracks with the Aftermath Trilogy and Shadows of the Sith, given how active they were and Luke's encounters with them. I love that Azanti are finally back, tho as I said before, I prefer the cover art of Issues 3-4 for Renya's appearance over what the comic depicted.

It's also noice getting some Spice Runners of Kijimi lore as we see them ally with Adelhard's forces. Not because they believe in Adelhard's chances but because he can foment chaos in the Underworld which would give more time to thrive. I also love how little respect Bib Fortuna gets as the new crime boss of Jabba's former criminal empire.

Leia's bittersweet farewell to her father and reaction to Luke over it showcases how different she is from Luke. Unlike him, she can't let go of that anger her father did to her and her people. She can't forgive him just because he did one good thing at the end.

Gallius Rax is one of the best Imperial antagonists and it's amazing to see him in visual medium at long last. It is a retcon that Sloane is already promoted to Grand Admiral before Akiva but given what is shown in Republic Under Siege, it's far from the worst retcon. I also really love the mention of him under his "Operator" guise as he feeds the NR information to get rid of his rivals.

I really like seeing Jarek Yeager in the issue that was a nice continuity nod. I love the Resistance nods in Canon recently.

The final issue was my favorite (and had the best art of the entire arc) when I saw Luke take down the threats of Adelhard's forces easily, Lando coming to save the day (especially given he has a personal stake in freeing the Anoat Sector), and even Rynn reunites with her girlfriend Preeti. However, Luke has the unintended effect of motivating and showing Adelhard the need for him to ally with Dark Side users and the potential value in the Dark Side and by extension the Force.

"It's far from over. We got our people out. We slowed Adelhard's expansion--for now. But I caught a glimpse of who he is--who he wants to be. A man driven by a burning desire to seize something he feels was promised to him...but was yanked away." Luke Skywalker

"So, did we win?" Rynn Zenat

"Yes, in a way. We managed to win the battle--but do we have any chance of winning the war?" Luke Skywalker

[silviakundera]

Snowfall watch comments backlog, ep 7-8

Ep 7

me trying to sight-read the actual drama name: 冰雪谣 ..ice...snow... FUCK. FUCK. that's the language radical, right? um. 😭 hi google translate, help me yet again por favor.

vocab so tiny I always know like 1.5 characters in a drama name and it gets me nowhere

"My feelings for you make it impossible for me to forget you. I feel restless and cannot bear you might disappear from the world."

Loser Li. bruh.

We pause this gay programming for a check-in on doctor bestie and blind girl

Doctor bestie is not at all pressed. Because he's mildly evil? or he simply can't imagine this loser as a threat? or.... cause he really hopes that Shen Zhiheng will break and eat him, thus chilling the fuck out? 🤔

Blind girl says goodbye to her dad, who is worthless as a parent but clearly succeeded in business with such brilliant insights as: when mysterious animal attacks besiege your town, LEAVE. IMMEDIATELY.

I like that both her parents are different aspects of terrible. The dad isn't a 1 dimensional monster, he just is shallow & selfish. Only willing to do the bare minimum for her, as she doesn't bring him value.

There are peaceful protestors trying to get the protagonist released, so in the grand tradition of corrupt institutions everywhere, Team Warlord turn it into a riot

Doctor Bestie is now concerned and getting involved, going to rich nepo baby for help. Not a bad plan. He's calling Zhiheng not just a friend, but like his closest family. 👀👀

"Mr Shen, I've come to rescue you."

Blind girl makes the most badass move, to falsely accuse him of assault in order to get close enough to give him strength by kissing him with a bloody mouth. Legitimately clever!!!!

Superintendent Chi has our vamp released, I presume due to the press and power brokers in Xia getting involved

Most important: now we're getting the Mu family involved. The 32nd heir of the Mu family 👀

Vamp Daddy Shen Zhiheng and Barely Legal Blind Teen Mi Lan continue checking all boxes of their hurt/comfort trope

Ep 8

Vamp Daddy is taking an ice bath. Because I guess that's a vampire medical treatment now. sounds awful but you do you. Perhaps say something to the blind girl instead of letting her stumble around your bathroom as you sit there naked, though. ??

Nepo baby comes to harass Loser Li but as it pales in comparison to the layers of neurosis in Li's psychosexual fixation on Vamp Daddy: I do not care and you can't make me

Things have become very cute at casa Shen as doctor and teen have invited themselves in. Everyone is having a great time together and Li Man is very satisfied with being bossed around by Vamp Daddy, as long as she gets to fuss over him in return.

Nice scene of Mi Lan with the printing press. Vamp Daddy is getting so cranky about everyone in town knowing she's obviously his girlfriend, when he's the only person who's bothered (including said girl). Let it go, man.

The Mu heir shows up with an entourage giving me TMNT Foot soldiers flashbacks

Can't believe that Vamp Daddy and bestie just feed Mi Lan his blood to see what happens, hiding round the corner to spy on the side effects GUYS. THIS IS HUMAN EXPERIMENTATION ON YOUR GF. asdfghjk

I do appreciate that when he explains simply that vamp blood is not a good cure for her blindness, she actually just accepts his expert opinion and doesn't stubbornly run around trying to do dumb shit. I have a pet peeve about characters who have no knowledge about something but won't listen to the people with actual expertise, and persist in stubbornly chasing after their idea. just to cause plot annoyances.

She's 18 but more mature than some 30 year old characters.

The Mu foot soliders demo their strange shadow powers. Many boxes died this day. RIP.

Again Mi Lan proves to be very sensible: "What would you write?" "If I were to write the ending, I don't think I'll die." She would like her & her boyfriend to survive together, thanks. I feel u, girl.

[shanksbaby]

Shanks x reader - headcannons

you had started the day in good spirits as Shanks and his crew would be back in the evening. You met them in the bar where you work, they were different from the other pirates you met, moreover they loved to party (especially the captain); you grew fond of them because they brought joy to your desolate city.

in particular, you were fond of Shanks. In fact, you were more than fond of him: you had a real crush on him. And he was probably also aware of it, given that your colleague told you that when you talk to him your eyes turn into hearts.

but going back to your day, as mentioned earlier it started out great however it turned into hell. In the morning you had arrived at the city market, you had gone shopping since there was nothing in your house. You didn't bring much but the minimum you needed to buy the ingredients for the following days.

behold, right in the market they had stolen your money. The money you earned wasn't much, and even if the stolen money was little, in any case the thieves had done you a lot of damage.

but what was wrost is what happened in the afternoon

in the afternoon you go back to work, and it's hell there too. All afternoon there were men harassing you at work, some even grabbed your buttocks. And your boss didn't say anything because these were pirates and he was afraid of receiving some retaliation.

luckily for you, however, they remained only a couple of hours after your arrival, then they left for the sea, however leaving dirt everywhere. Dirt that you then had to clean up yourself.

they were so dirty you felt like throwing up, plus they had left broken bottles all over the place. And the club's bathroom had become so dirty that it was better to set it on fire directly.

Shanks and his crew arrived just as your shift ended. Normally you would have stayed to talk to your loved one, but you were so tired from what you had to go through that you preferred to go home. You would have rested and then returned to them, they would have been awake until dawn anyway.

so you said goodbye to them briefly and returned home

half an hour later you hear someone knocking on your door, you weren't expecting visitors so with a little fear you open the door and you find Shanks at the door. It takes you a while to realize that it was actually him and that you weren't dreaming.

" Shanks?!" you screamed

without giving you the chance to say anything else, he enters the apartment with a large bottle of liquor, explaining the reason why he came: he was worried about you, usually when they came to town you always stayed with them, even when your shift was over. So he thought he'd pay you a visit.

you were touched that he had given up on a party with his fellow adventurers to be with you.He didn't ask you what was wrong, what happened to you, he simply stayed by your side, you chatted. In particular, you asked for all the details of her adventures, and she also told you about some of Benn's misadventures (but woe to you if you make fun of his deputy, as he will probably kill you both).

the moonlight illuminated part of his face and you just admired the beauty of his face, which didn't go unnoticed by Shanks

you were also attracted to his chest

"my face is up here" and lifted your chin

and every time you were embarrassed, but you blamed it on alcohol. In any case, after a few more glasses you drank, you became even more explicit: so much so that at one point you kissed him. He didn't reciprocate, at which point with a serious face he put you to sleep.

however he stayed in your apartment, sleeping on the couch. As soon as you wake up in the morning, you immediately remembered the accident as well as receiving a severe headache. At first you thought about pretending you didn't remember anything: Shanks would be gone soon anyway, what's the point of making his departure embarrassing?

breakfast was strange, he seemed to scrutinize you to check if you had remembered what happened, but you pretended not to remember. And you were resisting not mentioning it, pretending it didn't happen, but there was an obvious tension between you, even in the days afterward.

in the end you mentioned it, precisely because the tension had become excessive. You confessed to him that as much as you regret having tried to kiss while drunk, it's true that you were attracted to him, that you were falling in love with him.

and he confessed to you that the reason he didn't love you back was that he didn't want your first kiss to be drunk, he wanted it to be special. And yes, he knew you were crushed on him but he was afraid he didn't deserve you.

in short, you have realized that you are two imbeciles

two imbeciles in love though.

[maddymoreau]

I read this interesting post:

https://www.tumblr.com/rocket-69/691648665881886720/its-sixxers-fallout-fallen-knight-let-me?source=share

That discusses how while Victor is a lovable character he's a product designed to lure Courier Six into New Vegas. This post got my brain juices flowing so bad I made Tumblr glitch with how much I tried writing in the tags. So I had to make my own post.

I find it EXTREMELY interesting how all the AIs Mr. House created while fun and lovable are also products.

Jane being a copy of Mr. House's favorite girl a starlet he dated before the Great War. She's designed to entertain him similarly to how the workers at Gomorrah "entertain" customers.

Jane: "Mr. House has a lot of needs, sugar. I take care of all of them, and a lady doesn't kiss and tell."

There's also an emotional aspect to the services she provides him.

If he wanted her just for sex he wouldn't have specifcally scanned her brain. He could've gotten anyone. While famous Jane wasn't even a star but a starlet. A young actress with aspirations to become a star.

While he might have liked Jane's personality which is why he picked her. Ultimately their relationship was a business transaction.

Raul: "She said they never, um... don't make me spell it out, boss. Anyway, she said all he wanted to do was scan her brain and make her dress up in different outfits."

Mr. House scanned her brain to create an artificial relationship (separate from the real Jane) designed to satisfy his needs post Great War. Mr. House had the technology to save the real Jane but chose not to.

A lot of people also seem misunderstand the reason why Mr. House doesn't have sex with Jane. It's because he physically COULDN'T.

Ignoring cut content. Mr. House was already attached to the machine keeping him alive. He's connected to an Electrode-studded command helmet on the day of the Great War.

It's how Mr. House protected New Vegas:

Raul: "I remember there were some weird stories about him, especially near the end." NEAR THE END.

Mr. House takes Jane's personality to the EXTREME. Designing her to stoke and inflate his ego by being able to only say positive things about him. Jane is a product designed to provide Mr. House a service all while managing his snow globe collection. She doesn't even respond when the player says goodbye to her.

Then there's Mr. Vegas who was an AI created before the Great War. A charming DJ for Radio New Vegas to play music but also spread the news.

Mr. House also did to the same to the tribes by turning them into The Strip AKA a money making product.

He molds people into exactly what HE wants for his benefit.

The BIGGEST example of this was Benny! However that didn't work because Benny is human. Benny had his own ambitions and desires.

Mr House: "I have to think that he found out about the Platinum Chip and mistakenly convinced himself that he could use it to his own ends."

Mr. House even flat out admits it to the player.

Mr. House: "Benny has led the Chairmen ever since I recruited his tribe seven years ago. Until his recent misbehavior, I'd planned to make him my protege. Maybe if I'd begun grooming him sooner, none of this would've happened..."

Protege meaning a person who is guided and supported by an older and more experienced or influential person. He wanted to GUIDE Benny into a specific role. Which the player can even ask about.

Courier Six: "What use would you have for a protege?"

Mr. House: "To achieve my aims, I require a capable human agent to perform certain . . . tasks."

HE DOES THE SAME WITH COURIER SIX!!!

Testing them to see if they can get to New Vegas on their own.

This awesome post goes into more details about it:

https://www.tumblr.com/maddymoreau/741007168343588864/veronicaroyce-it-always-bothered-me-that-mr?source=share

Mr. House even mentions you being a more-than-suitable replacement for the role he wanted Benny in.

ALSO during your first meeting with Mr. House this exchange can happen:

Courier: "Why the VIP treatment? I'm just a courier."

Mr. House: "Oh, don't be coy. You've been playing a high-stakes game ever since Victor dug you out of the ground. Don't be afraid to admit it."

DON'T BE AFRAID TO ADMIT IT. HE'S TEACHING YOU!!!! HE'S GUIDING YOU INTO THE ROLE HE WANTS!!!

Mr. House: "You see that you and I are of a different stripe, don't you? We don't have to dream that we're important. We are."

While Mr. House may act like he's above feelings and relationships. HE'S NOT!!!! It's why the player's karma can affect his ending SO MUCH!!!!

Another incredible post discussing it:

https://www.tumblr.com/maddymoreau/740922764666585088/veronicaroyce-something-i-think-a-lot-about-is?source=share

A lot of people think Mr. House is an idiot for picking Benny but people forget Benny's drive. Hell just rewatch the intro cutscene where he shoots Courier Six.

Mr. House being human is also WHY he picks Benny despite Swanks being far more loyal. Swanks is an unimaginative employee.

MR. HOUSE LIKE'S BENNY'S PERSONALITY. HE NOT STUPID HE KNOWS WHAT BENNY PERSONALITY IS LIKE!!!

Mr. House: "I have a certain tolerance for greed. I expect my business partners to be self-interested - but smarty so."

However he misjudged Benny and even admits it.

Mr. House: "Obviously, I miscalculated his drive for supremacy."

In the Yes Man ending we learn.

Yes Man: "I found some code snippets in one of Mr. House's databanks that will let me, um, reprogram my personality! To be a little more assertive, basically!"

Meaning while small Mr. House has programming to allow characters like Victor and Jane free will. He WON'T use it though because he wants the specific services and relationships they provide him.

HE'S A WEIRDO CONTROL FREAK WHO ACTS LIKE HE'S ABOVE HUMAN EMOTIONS BUT HE'S NOT AND I LOVE IT!!!!

In the ending with high good karma it even says: "Mr. house afforded him/her every luxury at his disposal in the Lucky 38, out of gratitude - and a quiet sense of pride for his choice in lieutenants."

Of course because of his ego (look at the obituary that appears when he dies) but GRATITUDE. Spoiling Courier Six with all the luxuries he can provide doesn't sound like a basic employee and employer relationship he likes to act like what they have is.

Mr. House: "In any case... this is an employer - employee relationship. I've given you an assignment, and the directions are clear."

If you want to take the G.E.C.K script notes into consideration they even says:

Mr. House: ''You know, I've had thousands of employees in my time. Few met my expectations, fewer still surpassed them.'' {You know, I never had much time for a family - if I did, you'd be the daughter/son I wish I'd had. Benny was almost like a son to me, but well...}

Courier Six being loyal to Mr. House means so much more to him then he'd ever want to admit. EVEN AT THE END OF THE GAME WHEN THE PLAYER HAS FINISHED THEIR WORK AT THE SECOND BATTLE OF HOOVER DAM HE AUTOMATICALLY GETS EXCITED DISCUSSING THEIR NEXT PLANS!!!!!

[endless-summer-soldier]

dr. feelgood - chapter seven

pairing: Surgeon!Bucky x SurgicalIntern!Reader

summary: Y/N has a one night stand with a handsome stranger the night before starting her new job as a surgical intern. Little does she know, the handsome stranger also happens to be her new boss

warnings: must be 18+, drinking, some surgery descriptions, smut, self-pleasure, praise kink, very minor character death, unprotected sex, rough sex

word count: 1k

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I woke up to that smell again. Ginger, bergamot, and citrus. And then I felt the pounding in my head. Memories from last night came flooding back and I groaned, knowing I showed Bucky some of my vulnerability by asking him to stay. It was like my brain knew it was a bad idea, but we had this magnetic pull that forced us to keep coming back together. 

I rolled over, expecting to see Bucky, but he wasn’t there. Did I imagine that he stayed over? I pushed my head into the pillow and the scent was overwhelming; he must have stayed. I searched around the room for a shirt or a note or any sign of his presence, but there was nothing to be found. 

And then I realized the worst possible scenario: he stayed over and left. Without saying goodbye. He realized this was all a big mistake. I sunk further into the covers, trying my best not to pout. The only solution I could come up with was to go back to sleep and forget that all of this ever happened.

I shut my eyes and inhaled deeply in an attempt to keep myself from panicking, when the bed sank in next to me and the sheets were being peeled down.

“Hey sleepyhead,” he teased. I let out a groan and just turned into him, taking in his sweet aroma. “How you feeling?” he added.

I didn’t respond with words, still dealing with my rapid change of emotions, and groaned again. I heard him chuckle as he ran his hand through my hair.

“Well I made us breakfast. Why don’t you come down and eat something. It’ll make you feel better.” I nodded my head and Bucky pulled the rest of the covers off me as I rolled over out of bed. 

We shuffled downstairs and I was stunned to find a full breakfast spread laid out on my kitchen table. Stacks of chocolate chip pancakes, a plate of crispy bacon, sunshine yellow scrambled eggs, and a pitcher of orange juice made me realize how hungry I actually was. Bucky pulled out a kitchen chair for me and placed a steaming mug of coffee in front of me.

“How did you have time for all of this?”

“I’m used to getting up early. The military forced that habit onto me.”

“But I know for a fact I didn’t have any of this in the fridge.”

“I ran to the grocery store.”

“Are you not hungover?”

He shrugged, “Not really.”

“Let me guess, military?”

“Something like that.”

“So do you remember all of last night?” I pressed, hoping he may have somehow forgotten my momentary lapse in judgment.

“You think I would forget any time spent with you?” he grinned.

But there was one question really on my mind, “Did we…?” I pointed between the two of us, hoping he understood my question.

“You don’t remember?”

“I had a lot of tequila,” I used as an honest excuse.

“Well that is unfortunate because it was one of our best sessions.”

“Oh really? Must not have been that great if I don’t remember.”

He smiled at me, “Shall I refresh your memory?”

He had a mischievous look on his face and I had a feeling he was going to do more than just tell me. 

“At least let me recharge first,” I said, taking a bite of pancake.

“Let’s see…first I cuddled you. Then I spooned you. And then we went to sleep.”

I looked up from my plate at him, “That was it?”

“There might’ve been a few innocent kisses mixed in there, but it was a fairly PG night.”

“I didn’t make a move on you?”

“Oh you did, a few times.”

“And you resisted?”

“I didn’t want to take advantage of you.” I shot him a confused look, waiting for further explanation. “The first night we hooked up, we were both drunk but you made it very clear you were interested. You flirted, you made moves, you consented multiple times. But recently you’ve been giving me mixed signals, and I didn’t want to sleep with you without knowing it was something you wanted.”

And just like that he proved he was a genuinely good guy.  

“That was very considerate,” I replied.

“I keep trying to tell you, I’m not an asshole, despite what Stark might think. And I’m not going to hurt you.”

“I know,” was all I could muster. There were so many things I wanted to say, but I wasn’t ready. I kind of enjoyed playing these games with him. If this turned into something more, it could get complicated.

I caught his gaze across the table and could tell there was so much more he wanted to say, but he followed my lead. We continued eating and Bucky continued filling up my cup of coffee, promising it would help me feel better. I kept waiting for him to rush out and leave for the hospital, but he never did. 

“Are you going into the hospital today?” I finally asked, as we finished up with our meal.

“Not unless I get paged. Why? Do you want me out of your hair?”

I shook my head, “No, actually I was hoping you’d stay and hang out for a bit.”

“As you wish,” he replied with that charming smile. 

“Come on,” I said, ushering him out of the kitchen and into the living room. I had nothing planned for the day, but figured we would lounge on the couch and watch a movie. But Bucky had other ideas. He paused in front of the closet door that was left ajar and was currently displaying my board game collection. 

“I knew you were a massive dork, but I didn’t take you for a board game dork,” he mused. I hid my face in my hands, “I forgot about those. I usually keep that closet locked when I have company over.”

“Oh, no way,” he said, diving further into the closet to grab whatever game caught his eye. He came back out with a bright yellow and blue box. “I haven’t played Operation since I was a kid.”

“I don’t know if you want to play against me, I’ve logged a lot of hours,” I bragged.

“You are so going down,” he said.

[cato616]

NEGOTIATING OVER US (part three)

roman roy x fem reader

note: im glad actually at least a few people saw the other posts i was honestly expecting none at all, so yey thanks <3

summary: you're expecting to go back to see roman today; are you hoping to experience something like yesterday with him? or are you planning to have a normal "negotiation" (since of course you know you don't want to seel) day. Keeps you excited

content: some spicy spice and well as always degrading treatment from roman

You're pretty anxious about today, cleaning over every single table of the café every ten minutes and at the same time, taking orders, you really make those tables shine by the way; you're waiting until Liza arrives so she can start her shift and you can be gone already. cleaning, coffee, cleaning, coffee, cleaning... LIZA! she finally arrived and you dropped the rag when you were about to clean the counter for the third time, you really had to put your mind on something else because this types of meetings makes you impatient.

"hey Liza!" you waive at her. "You seem really happy to see me" she said to you with somewhat of a worried face. "yeah! i gotta be somewhere and i wa-" "you want me to cover the next few hours" Liza interrupted you finishing your sentence. "yes! you can't say no, i am your boss tho" you laugh with her. "where are you going this time?" she asks in a friendly way. "just having a date with-" "oh!" Liza adds mid sentence seeming amused, you continue. "... with the roy family" you say. "oh..." Liza's face changed to disappointment. "yeah... they're still trying to make me sell" you said to her while you start to put your coat on; since Liza is one of the few people that knows about the history of the café, when you said that, she felt a little blue about it. "so, are you... going to sell?" She asks you pitifully. "I don't want to sell Liza... im just, meeting them anyway... roman always came here, i am now going over there" Liza nods with her head smiling at you and then waiving goodbye when you start leaving.

You start walking over your grand meeting with roman roy, and just by knowing that, it makes impatient all over again, you can't think about it until you get to arrive there, so you put your headphones on and start listening to music to escape your mind a little bit.

You're a block away from the building, and my my, it looks even bigger than last time, you start having a lot of vertigo by just looking at it.

Here we are now entering hell. "good morning hey, im here to see roman roy?..." you had to ask the receptionist since you couldn't go up in an elevator without authorization. "uh... yes, you may go" she kindly directs you to the security guards who would let you go in with their key cards; very intimidating men, feels like they destroy animal plushies just for fun. you walked really fast into the elevators, those big guys had some scary faces too, who hired them? never mind, that makes sense.

You're in the elevator, breathing, in and out. You can't help but to feel nervous about these places; these people makes you drop huge gouts of sweat over your forehead, and under your armpits, that's why you needed to relax first. 'ding.' You arrived at your floor, it's time to shine.

Right after you set a foot outside the elevator, you look up, and you see roman waiting for the same one. You stared into each other's eyes at first and even for a millisecond you felt you wanted to say something different by just looking at him, but you immediately great him like an every day person. "hey roman, good to see you" you unintentionally stretch your hand to him, he obviously doesn't copy you and do the same thing instead looks down at it as he feels grossed out by the gesture, and starts laughing, of course. "oh yeah yeah mrs. princess come on in to the castle" he stretched your hand in an ironic way while making a silly voice. "don't greet me like that, I'm not the fucking president of the united states." You two start walking to his office and well, you looked very solemn by his attitude, but deep inside you did felt a bit embarrassed, you never actually did that when he would stop by your shop the other times. "(you sigh) always so delighted to see you roman" you sarcastically tell him. He opens the door for you to go in. "yeah don't worry darling, i know that you hate me and blah blah blah". You sit down on those sofas he had in his office, and after he said that you zone out and start to reflect about it, i don't think I've actually ever hated him, i said the words but never felt it.

You zone back in when he suddenly sits on another seat in front of you, there's a bit of silence, there's words that are trying to come out of your mouth but you're worried how much it would change the atmosphere in the room. "i've... never actually hated you... by the way." Roman seems astounded by your comment, he has a slight smirk on his face. "oh wow, really? you're the first one then" he then suddenly starts to make deep eye contact with you; you're the type that can't stand eye contact for even a second, so your eyes start to wonder somewhere else to avoid him; oh shit no, not down there, look up! look up, the window, perfect, stay still. Of course roman noticed your anxious look around the place, and those accidental wonder eyes you gave him. "what? what you looking at? a plane?". You're now tired of his teasing at this time of the day, and get to the point.

"i only came back here to tell you once more that i won't ever sell my coffee shop" you told him very confident, you felt good about yourself after saying it; he smiles at you as if he believes that you don't know what you're saying. "what?" as you start to feel on edge by his silence and his smirking, that unfortunately makes the insecurity come back to your body, damn you, roman you bully. "maybe for now let's say you don't wanna sell, sure" he's making you feel confused and irritated with his stupid superior complex. "i am not going to sell roman" you said to him very serious this time. "I've told you about it already" you remind him about your story. "oh yeah boo-hoo sad backstory-" You struggle to feel confident at times, but you don't let people like that in your life, he really does feel like he's better the anyone else. "I'm leaving, hope you have a good day you little shit" you rapidly get up from your sit almost about to leave the room. "okay waitwaitwait stop". roman didn't even felt like getting up but he did like saying wait very fast. "i don't know why i stopped, but of course that you roman tend to be fucking selfish, egocentric, and a bitch, but who knows why, i forgot about that" you yelled.

Quietness fills up the room; your face is hulk red and his is blue; he looks down, defeated. "pff, wow, i thought you said you didn't hate me" You couldn't believe that he felt sad about it, however, you were deeply fighting your inner self, started to feel a little regretful. "oh so apparently you're the victim, nice one" you sarcastically put your thumbs up to him. You paused, he didn't say anything. You didnt want to at the moment, but deep down you wanted him to feel remorse; you felt like you should be civilized about it. "just try to say sorry perhaps and we can then, continue our day"

He starts to get up very slowly from his seat, his eyes gradually starts to direct themselves from the floor to then your eyes, he's now very delicately getting closer to you. Your face meets his face, you stayed very still, not a word coming through your mouth. His eyes slightly start to shift, left to right, like if he's trying to decipher what your eyes are telling him. then he quietly says, "i am, sorry... i didn't say, anything about our meeting, last night". You froze.

Although you were pretty aroused by that meeting yesterday and actually wanted to have something like that happen again, the adrenaline; you weren't very good at confronting it. So now you felt it became harder to breath, while your heart was beating faster. "You want me to say something about it?" He wanted you to respond as of course you were at the moment, unavailable, your mind is currently out of thoughts. "um.. a-about, what?" you continue to not admit the events. "I'm not stupid- you fucking want me, don't you?"

continue

[pommunist]

i think my biggest problem is even though i am someone who generally wants to believe the best of people/situations even when they disappoint me, i dont know if theres anything qstudios could do to assure me that is the case for a qsmp 2 even though i want to be convinced for the better. i would love to be given proof things are better, but what could that proof even be?

i feel like that baseline level of trust that would allow for no questioning even if things seem outwardly better is gone and probably cannot be repaired with the majority of the more critical side of the fandom. and (this is conjecture) but if the upper admin team was replaced with better people and yet cherry was still treated the way she was by the new team its like - well if bare minimum politeness (not even) and a goodbye message (more than some people got. see the improvement? /s) is what we consider better... thats still not good?

The first thing would be if ex admins came out and said Qstudios made things right with all of them, they’re the ones being affected first and foremost so if they said they were satisfied with how the company settled things with them that’s already a big thing.

Then, for the studios to make an official statement detailing the steps they took to improve things for the future. It doesn’t have to be overly detailed or anything, just something like « all employees are being fairly compensated, work contracts are in place, a direct line of communication between everyone is installed » idk you know ?

Also big thing, more transparency in regards to exactly who is behind Qstudios because for now it’s extremely opaque. I’m not saying give the names of every employees or whatever but AT LEAST make the company behind it known. Your employee’s big boss shouldn’t be nothing but a discord username.

And yeah, new team, great, but apparently same old practices

[zepskies]

Never Say Goodbye - Bonus Track #2

Pairing: Dean x Female Reader 

Summary: The first time you and Dean sensed each other’s thoughts and feelings, you were just kids. It would take years to realize that you both were bonded for life, and even longer to finally meet. [Soulmate AU] (18+)

AN: Did I say two parts? I meant three lol. (It got too long, I’m sorry.) 

Word Count: 4,300 Tags/Warnings: Angst, supernatural shenanigans, death…

Bonus Track #2: One Last Hunt

“Okay, try not to panic,” Sam said. Dean had him on the phone while he sped through town in the Impala. 

“I’m coming now, but I won’t get there for a few hours,” Sam said. “My flight leaves in 20 minutes.”

“Thanks, man, but I can’t afford to wait,” Dean said. “She fucking disappeared. I don’t see her anywhere…I’m gonna have to start at her job. That’s where she first took off from.”

“How did she seem this morning?”

“Fine, I guess. I left before she woke up,” Dean said. He still felt guilty about the fact that he didn’t bother waking you up to say goodbye. 

“Okay, yeah, start at the museum,” Sam said. “Let me know what you find, and I’d loop in Bobby. Probably Jack too.”

“Bobby’s meeting me there…but we don’t need to bring in Jack yet.”

“Dean, he’s her dad—”

“This isn’t his thing. It’s ours,” Dean said firmly. “If it’s a demon, I’m gonna find her and exorcize that son of a bitch.”

Sure enough, Bobby met Dean at the museum where you worked. The old man was worried, Dean could tell, even if he wouldn’t say it. But he knew the drill: now they had a job to do.

“I’ll go in first, flash my badge,” Dean said. “Meet me in the library.”

“Roger that,” Bobby agreed. 

Dean had a decent rapport with your boss, Jerry. When he explained that you were actually missing, Jerry was concerned for your wellbeing instead of irate that you’d taken a very valuable book from the museum. 

It gave Dean a theory to lie about on the fly: that you’d been mugged and taken hostage, presumably by someone who might’ve wanted to steal the ancient text. 

“How ancient are we talking exactly?” Dean asked.

Jerry gave him a look. “Ancient Egypt.”

He showed you the inventory log on the new shipment you were supposed to compile into the system. The title missing from the rest was called The Eye of Ra. 

“All right. Thanks, Jerry,” Dean said. “Anything else you can tell me about this book?”

“It’s a recording of the great deeds of the Ancient Egyptian gods and goddesses,” Jerry explained. “It was said to be touched by Ra himself.”

Touched by Ra, Dean mused. Ain’t that just fucking swell. 

Whatever happened to you, Dean knew it was because you touched that book.

For the next few hours, Dean and Bobby worked together on deeper research in the library. Now that they had a starting point, Bobby was able to find some intel. 

“The Eye of Ra was actually a nickname,” he said, earning Dean’s attention. “For Sekhmet, their goddess of war.”

Dean’s brows furrowed at that. “Why’s it never the goddess of peace and fucking tranquility?”

“Among other things, she was the daughter of Ra,” Bobby said, raising a wry brow. “And she was known as the bringer of plagues and death…and sometimes healing. Go figure.”

Fucking hell, Dean thought sourly. This was getting worse by the minute. 

“Okay, what does this have to do with the book?” he asked. Though he had some idea.

“Well, she ain’t been alive in a millennium. But she had a husband. The god Ptah, a craftsman,” Bobby said. “According to this, when he was eventually killed, she sealed her soul away until she could find a way to rescue him from the underworld…I’ve gotta think she sealed it in that book.”

Dean sighed, rubbing the now aching spot between his brows. An ancient Egyptian goddess was most likely possessing his fiancé. 

And it was much worse than it sounded on paper.

“Okay, which means she’ll be looking for a way to bring back her husband,” he said. “So how do we find her?” 

Just then, the police radio buckled to Dean’s belt sounded off. When he listened closely, his eyes grew wide. It was a report of five murders committed at a nearby gas station. 

Dean pulled up to the local 7-Eleven. Bobby was on the way, but he’d been caught up in traffic while Dean was allowed to use his police siren to his advantage. 

He then used his badge clearance to get behind the yellow tape and over to Jack, who was still on duty. 

Dean stepped inside the gas station and surveyed the brutal scene: the nice old man who owned the place, plus four patrons were lying dead. 

Their skin was covered with boils.

Jack wore a disconcerted frown along with his crossed arms in his police jacket. 

“It’s almost…biblical,” he remarked. 

Dean knew just how right he was. Jack seemed to know that too when he glanced over.

“Is this your kind of thing?” he asked. 

Dean nodded. “I might know what’s going on here. Let’s check the security footage…but no one else can see it but you and me.”

Jack nodded, leading Dean to the back of the store. Jack was shocked by what he found in the footage. Dean watched grimly, but not surprised as you came into the frame. You tilted your head at the owner, who seemed to ask you something. 

You raised a hand, and with a flare of magic, everyone in the station was cowering and screaming as a plague of boils covered their bodies, and eventually ended their lives. 

“Christ,” Jack gasped. “What the hell—”

“It’s not her,” Dean told him. “She’s being possessed. I’ll handle this, Jack. Just make sure this footage gets buried, along with whatever prints she might’ve left behind.”

Jack barely had time to agree. As if that kind of thing was so easy. He called after Dean as he took off out of the station. 

Dean didn’t see Bobby yet when he got outside, but he didn’t have time to wait. 

However, he did spot someone familiar hanging out in front of the department store across the street. Dean jogged across and raised a hand to flag down Jessie Deluca. 

The kid was gnawing on what looked like a melting Butterfinger. He groaned in annoyance when he saw Dean coming.

“Not you again,” he muttered.

“Yeah, me again,” Dean said. “You been standing out here long?”

“Look, grandpa. I’m just chillin’ here,” the kid sassed. It sparked Dean’s irritation, as well as his impatience.

“I don’t give two shits if you’re contemplating the great Butterfinger Heist of 2008, all right?” Dean pointed back to the gas station. “You see that?”

Jessie’s expression faded from some of its assholeness, becoming more solemn. “Yeah, I heard someone died or something.”

“That’s right,” Dean nodded. “Did you see anyone walk out of the station?”

“No,” Jessie said. But Dean could tell it was a reflex, not the truth. 

“Listen, Jessie. I need your help,” he said, more earnestly. “I’m trying to find someone. So if you know anything, I need you to tell me right now. Please.” 

Dean stared down in the kid’s brown eyes. Eventually, Jessie relented. 

“When I came out of the store here, I saw some business lady walk out. I think, after it had all just gone down,” Jessie confessed. “She looked fine.”

Dean sighed and nodded. “Okay. What’d she look like?”

“Uh…black skirt. Great legs,” Jessie said, his lips curving a little. Dean raised a brow. 

“Anything else?” he asked wryly. 

“White blouse, heels…actually, she kinda looked familiar,” Jessie added as he thought harder about it. 

“Good. Now tell me what direction she went in,” Dean said. Jessie nodded and pointed him down the street. 

“I think she went down there. I saw her turn the corner.”

“Where? What street?” 

“Dude, I don’t know!”

“Then show me,” Dean insisted. He grabbed Jessie by the shoulder and guided him forward. The kid looked annoyed, but he begrudgingly agreed to lead him down the street. The two of them walked brusquely, with Jessie trying to match Dean’s longer strides. 

Dean glanced over at his companion, who was still working on his Butterfinger. 

“When’s the last time you ate something that wasn’t covered in chocolate?” he asked. Jessie didn’t look at him when he shrugged. His winter jacket hung off his skinny shoulders, making him look ten rather than thirteen. Dean’s heart twinged.

“Listen, next time you’re itching to knock over a department store for KitKats, come by the station,” Dean said. “Find me or my partner Jody Mills. Or even my boss, Jack. We’ll get you a burger or something.”

Jessie briefly looked up at him, but all too soon, his gaze returned to the ground. 

“What do you care?” he said. 

“Maybe I know something about having to fend for yourself,” said Dean. “Sometimes going hungry, not knowing when somebody’s gonna come back for you.”

Jessie’s jaw clenched. He didn’t answer, but Dean hoped he’d gotten through to him.

Jessie led him around the corner at the street he thought he saw you turn down. He and Dean didn’t have to walk too much farther before he found you through the window of a bakery, of all things. 

“What the hell?” Dean muttered.

He pulled Jessie to the wall by the window for safety, but both of them snuck a peek inside. 

You were once again wielding magic to spread a plague of boils across an entire room of screaming, agonized patrons just trying to get their donuts and cream pies. 

Jessie started to utter a cry of alarm, but Dean quickly covered the kid’s mouth with his hand and pulled him back to his side. Dean waited, stock still, until the screaming inside the bakery subsided.

He looked down at Jessie and raised a finger to his lips. Though he was scared, Jessie nodded. Dean led him around the corner into an alley beside the bakery.  

“What…the fuck was that?” Jessie hissed. 

“Keep your voice down,” Dean warned. 

Then suddenly, it donned on the kid as he looked up at Dean. “Oh, shit. That’s your freakin’ girlfriend.”

Dean let out a sharp sigh. “It’s not her…exactly.”

He knew Jessie didn’t understand. Dean sighed again and grasped Jessie’s shoulders. 

“Look, you’re right to be scared. There’s something evil in there…that’s why I’ve gotta save her,” he said. “Now you, you’re gonna run. And don’t look back until you’re home, got it?”

After a moment, Jessie nodded shakily. Dean nodded back, patting him firmly on his shoulders. 

“Good man,” he said. “Okay, scram.”

Jessie seemed reluctant, like he felt some type of way about leaving Dean behind. But at Dean’s encouraging look, Jessie took off running. Dean hoped he headed straight home.

Then, rolling his shoulders, Dean braced himself. He drew his gun, which was filled with silver bullets. He didn’t think it would work on an Egyptian goddess, nor did he want to pull a gun on you. But for the threat of it alone, he would have to draw it with the safety on. 

He entered the bakery, where you were perusing the selections with a dispassionate look. All around you was death. 

But you perked up when Dean entered, eyeing him curiously in recognition. 

“Feelin’ a snack?” he asked. 

“I have been asleep for a very long time,” you replied, holding up a pastry. “What is this confection?”

“Cherry Danish,” Dean supplied. “You’re Sekhmet, right?” 

Your lips twitched. “You know of me?”

“I do now,” he said, carefully stepping further into the bakery with his gun pointed down, avoiding stepping on the bodies. He noticed the book you left closed on the counter. The goddess saw him noticing. Her gaze cut to him in amusement.

“Why’d you kill these people?” Dean asked. “Didn’t bow down at the right angle?”

“Among all of my brothers and sisters, I alone was favored by my father,” she said, “because my job was to balance the world, between life and the afterlife.”

Sekhmet brushed her fingers against a glass case, and with a small spark of magic, the glass cracked into thousands of fractals, but didn’t shatter. 

“And I did exceedingly well at this,” she said. “Though I see that my work has been undone. This world is rife with imbalance.”

“Mass genocide. Nice,” Dean quipped. “But that’s not all you want, is it?”

Sekhmet’s head tilted at him with reluctant interest. 

“I heard you’re looking for your husband, who went an offed himself,” he added. 

The goddess’s lips pursed and she slapped a hand on the glass counter, making it shatter. Dean turned and shielded his eyes with his arm. By the time he recovered, Sekhmet was coming around the counter. He took a few cautious steps in the opposite direction.

“My husband was unjustly slain by the very people who once worshipped us in droves,” she said, her tone exacting and harsh. Her eyes, however, were heavy with fury and pain. 

“He was an artist. A creator in purest form…his talents were wasted on this abomination of a world,” she said, with disgust at her surroundings. But as soon as her anger came, it diffused into exasperation. 

She picked up a glazed donut and took a bite, crossing her arms. She hummed in delight, making Dean’s brows raise. 

“Well, I can help you find him,” Dean said. It was a bluff, to be sure, but it still earned Sekhmet’s attention.

“Can you?” she asked in amusement. She didn’t believe him. Yet. But she drew closer to Dean, tilting her head just so. All the while, Dean inched towards the far end of the counter where The Eye of Ra had fallen to the ground. 

“And after, you let my girl go,” he said.

“You know of a way to reach the Underworld?” Sekhmet’s gaze roamed over him in disdain. “Unlikely.”

“Well, I’d call it a gate to Hell. But same difference, right?” Dean quipped.

The second he tried to reach down for the book, however, Sekhmet pinned him in place with a vibrant amber coil of magic. Dean grunted as she forced him to the ground, onto his knees between the bodies of a young man and woman, likely a couple. 

The goddess stopped in front of him, looking down at his face with interest. 

“Dean Winchester, as you are called. I understand why you continue to display such reckless judgment, all but throwing your very life at my feet,” she said. Her lips curved knowingly. “I hold your lover, correct?”

She harshly grabbed his cheek in her hand, and Dean glared in response. She seemed to ponder something as she considered him.

“Soon to be your wife,” she realized.

And Dean had a feeling she was in your head, sorting through your thoughts and memories like any demon would. He didn’t know what was worse: the thought of you being awake in there, unable to fight this bitch’s hold, or if Sekhmet had completely taken over your body and shut you away. 

“Just let her go,” Dean said, almost pleading. “You can have me. I won’t even fight you.”

“Such self-sacrifice,” she said. “The only noble act humans are capable of.”

Before she could decide whether to kill him, or keep him for further amusement, the front door of the bakery swung open.

Bobby came in first, followed closely by Sam and Eileen. 

Bobby was holding a damn crossbow, which he aimed and shot off at Sekhmet. It was a warning shot, just grazing her shoulder. But it burned her with a sting of flesh that made her hiss in pain. She glared up at Bobby, and after grabbing the book before Sam could, she disappeared in a whirlwind of magic.

The coil holding Dean in place shattered, allowing Dean to catch his break and get to his feet, with Sam’s help. Dean had to admit, it was good to see his brother. 

“You okay?” Sam asked. Dean reached over and pat the other man’s shoulder. 

“I’m good,” he said, though with a sigh that belied his weariness. “Hey, Eileen. Thanks for making it to the party.”

The pretty brunette offered him a sympathetic smile, rubbing his arm. “We came as soon as we could.”  

Dean nodded and turned to Bobby, who still held his crossbow. He wasn’t happy about the old man shooting at you, but he recognized that it had saved his life.

“Why’d that thing hurt her?” he asked. 

“The arrow’s dipped in a potent mix of salt from the Dead Sea…and Egyptian wine, among other things,” Bobby replied. 

Dean frowned in confusion. “Why the fuck?”

“According to the lore, Sekhmet could be subdued with alcohol,” Sam explained. 

“Great, we’ll just get her drunk and all our problems will be solved,” Dean quipped dryly. He grabbed the radio from his belt. His gaze returned to the dead bodies on the floor with dismay. 

“I’ve gotta call this in. Bobby, get the security tapes.”

After Dean finished calling in the deaths to his precinct, he shared a disheartened look with Sam, who grasped his shoulder in support.

“We’re gonna find her, all right?”

They regrouped at Bobby’s house once Jack took over at the bakery. Now the three men and Eileen were congregated in the living room, trying to decide on their next move. 

“You told her about the Hell gate?!” Sam said incredulously. 

“Damn it, Dean!” Bobby slapped the coffee table in exasperation. 

“All right, lay off! I was improvising under fucking duress,” Dean snapped. “At least we know where she’ll probably go next, assuming she finds out where the gate is.”

“She’s a goddess, Dean. One of the oldest and most powerful in ancient history. I’m sure she can figure it out,” Sam said, rubbing at his tired eyes.

And, as Dean remembered, Sekhmet was rooting around in your head. She’d find the gate for sure.

Eileen looked between the brothers, clearly worried. Sam had told her about what you, him, and Dean had gone through to close that damn gate to Hell last year. 

“So how do we stop her?” Dean asked. Without hurting you, was implicit. Bobby heaved a sigh.

“We gotta burn that damn book,” Bobby said. “But we’ll need to be smart about it.”

So that was how the four of them ended up driving to southern Wyoming. They stopped along the crossroads by the train tracks, and ventured in on foot into the very clearing where their final battle against Yellow Eyes took place.

Dean thought he’d be able to put his past behind him, but the universe clearly liked to kick him in the balls.

Evidence of this came when he saw you standing at Samuel Colt’s gravestone. Or rather, the goddess Sekhmet. 

She was expending large forces of magic to try and open up the gate to Hell. The book that bound her soul lied on top of a nearby headstone.

Dean gestured for Sam, Eileen, and Bobby to hang back and fan out, while he stalked forward. He’d changed out of his police uniform in favor of his familiar jeans, shirt, and a red plaid shirt, hoping that at least would help you focus on him, wherever you were deep inside your mind. 

But he called out to Sekhmet from a (relatively) safe distance away. 

“Are you stupid or something?” he mocked. 

Sekhmet paused in her magic wielding. She craned her head over her shoulder at him in annoyance, with amber rings illuminating her eyes. 

“There’s only one thing that can open up that gate, and I’ve got it right here,” said Dean. 

He pulled out the Colt from behind his back. 

Sekhmet’s gaze narrowed on the gun, then at Dean with a slow smirk.

“Why, by the gods, should I trust your foolishness?” she asked. 

“Because we’re about to make a trade,” Dean said. “The gun for my girl. You let her go, or you’ll never see your husband again. In this world, or the next.”

Dean pointed the gun at her and cocked the safety back. She didn’t have to know the barrel was empty. 

“You cannot harm me, even if there was ammunition in that weapon,” Sekhmet replied knowingly. 

She turned to him and reached out with a magic-fueled hand, but before she could grab Dean, Sam shot his own gun. 

It deployed a net of rope that twined around her frame and held her in place. It was soaked with the same concoction Bobby shot her with in the bakery, and it made her fume with outrage.

It didn’t completely weaken her though. Her hands were still free to fling Sam and Bobby away from her with magic. 

She then turned to grip Eileen, who was nearly able to steal the book. And the goddess sent Eileen across the clearing, breaking a headstone as she fell. 

Sam had been trying to pick himself up from the ground, but he gripped at his chest, feeling his soulmate’s pain. He scrambled over to her prone form on the ground and checked the cut along her hairline. 

“Eileen,” Sam called, pressing his hand to her cheek. He had one eye on her, and another on his brother. 

Because meanwhile, Sekhmet had broken free of the ropes holding her captive with a cry of fury. 

Just in time to grab Dean by the throat when he tried to surprise her from behind. She forced him down to his knees and smirked in satisfaction as Dean struggled against her hold.

He called your name, trying to reach you through the goddess’s hold on your mind.

“She is gone from this world,” Sekhmet taunted. “This is but a vessel for my eternal soul.”

“I don’t fucking believe that,” Dean choked. “If she was gone, I’d know it. Deep in my bones I’d know it.”

Her mouth twitched, but she seemed to enjoy the idea of slowly choking him to death. Or maybe, something was holding her back. Dean could only hope it was you, trying to break through. 

He looked into your eyes and tried to find you through the cold disdain of a goddess.

“Whatever happens, I’m not letting go,” he gritted out. He held tight to your wrist, on the hand wrapped around his throat. 

“I love you, you know that?” he said. “From the start…you closed the door in my face when I tried to kiss you. Teased me. Never took my shit. But you never left me either. No matter how hard it fucking got, you kept my feet on the ground. You never called it quits…‘cause we never say goodbye. Right, baby?”

Slowly, slowly, Sekhmet’s hard exterior faded. The amber rings of magic receded from your eyes, and the woman he loved was there again, softening your face into shock and horror. 

You released your grip on Dean. He stumbled to the ground as he coughed and gasped for precious oxygen. 

He straightened enough to grab your hand. You reached out for him instinctively. 

“Dean,” you said with shaking effort.

“I’ve gotcha, sweetheart,” he said. He turned back to see his brother helping Eileen to her feet. “Sam, the damn book!” 

Sam snapped to attention and quickly looked for The Eye of Ra. It had been knocked over from the headstone onto the ground. He grabbed it and fished out a lighter from his pocket.

Dean’s attention turned back to you when you squeezed his hands.

“I can’t hold her for long,” you said tremulously. Your whole body was shaking. “She’s so damn strong…”

“It’s okay, we’re gonna fix this,” Dean said, brushing your hair back from your face. 

You closed your eyes and gasped. But when you opened them once again, they were hard, and glowing with magic. 

Sekhmet tossed Sam away from the headstone. 

Dean tried to hold her back, but she backhanded him hard. Sekhmet followed where he fell. She reached out and gripped him by the neck again, this time choking him with a vengeance. 

But then she gasped, as if in pain. She turned her head and found Sam with the book in one hand, and a lit match in the other. As the book started to burn, Sekhmet weakened. 

Dean caught her before your body could hit the ground. 

Sekhmet released a shaking breath; she gazed into the dimming sky, painted in its golden, amber hues, and knew that her soul was dying. Hot tears slipped down her cheeks. 

Dean almost felt sorry for her. Or maybe it was the sight of your pained, weeping face that tugged at his heartstrings.

“You’ll just have to join your husband this time,” he said.

Sekhmet’s lips trembled, but she nodded. “This world was never made for us…but we shall soon be together for all eternity.”

She looked up at him with a rueful smile. 

“You understand,” she said. “A soul bond can never be destroyed.”

And with that, the haze of magic drained from your eyes as your body went limp. 

Dean’s brows furrowed with worry as he called your name. Behind him, Sam helped Eileen draw near with a limping Bobby. All three watched with worry at Dean’s side…until your eyes opened, revealing their natural hue. 

You took in a tremulous breath. “Dean.”

His eyes burned with emotion, but he closed them as he held you tight. All he could do was press his lips against your forehead in relief. 

You clung to him right back, for as long as you needed to. 

AN: Fun fact — According to Egyptian mythology, the only thing that could stop the goddess Sekhmet from ending humanity with bloodshed was by getting her drunk on beer, which had been dyed red to simulate blood (which she also liked to drink, apparently). 

Egyptians (the survivors) would drink beer mixed with pomegranate juice and get drunk to celebrate not being killed dead. (Woo!)

Anyway, let me know if you enjoyed Part 2! All the fluff is coming in the finale of Part 3, very soon…

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Unwanted Desires

CEO!Erwin smith x New secretary!Fem!Y/n

So I've had this series idea called unwanted Desires about CEO Erwin who owns a research business and y/n who was recently hired as his new secretary and the *unwanted Desires* that start to arise, but since I dont think I really have the motivation to write a whole long story like that I at least wanted to try and make a little short story from it! Maybe In the future I'll be able to start the full story. This short story will probably be a few posts long, maybe.

So yeah enjoy!

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The last couple of months have been hectic to say the least. You've gone from a happy woman with an amazing boyfriend and job, to a woman who is hungry for revenge on both her boss and her ex boyfriend....And who is also crashing at an ex co-workers house. A little context is definitely needed.

About 4 months ago you had a simple and amazing life. You had an amazing paying job at Market research corporation, an amazing boyfriend, and a lavish apartment that you lived in with said boyfriend! You're boyfriend's name was Zeke Yeager, who also happened to be the owner of Marley corps! Now I know it seems like a bad idea to date your boss (it was) but he was just so....erm charming?

I mean sure he didn't pay you nearly as much as other companies would/should but hey he payed you in other ways. (those ways weren't too good either if you catch my drift) And sure he could be extremely controlling and toxic at times, but it was only because he cared about you so much! (You can see how delusional you were now) He was just so perfect in your mind and nothing could ever make you think otherwise....

Well I mean nothing could have ever made you think otherwise before.

"Before what?" You may be asking. Well thats a sore subject. Not for me though, just for you lol! Everything was going great until one evening when you and Zeke arrived home from work. You had gotten out of the car and began walking towards the lobby when you realized that he wasn't following behind you.

You curiously walked back to the car amd knocked on his window. "What y/n" he said in an agitated tone. "I uhm, I just wanted to see why you weren't coming inside with me?"

"Not that it's any of your business but, I'm going out."

At this point you could tell that he was losing his patience, and trust me when I say that when Zeke Yeager loses his patience it gets real messy real quick, so Instead of asking anymore questions you took a deep breath before nodding. You look back at him and gave him the best smile you could muster before speaking. "Okay..be careful baby. I'll see you when you get back."

You leaned into the window in hopes of getting a quick kiss goodbye but instead he turned his head away, before pressing play on the cars panel. His music began to loudly play as he quickly pulled out of his parking spot, leaving you standing there in shock.

"What the fuck...?"

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The rest of your night was spent with you watching Netflix while eating some Chinese takeout. You tried your best to get your mind off of how Zeke had acted just a few hours ago but your thoughts just kept coming back to it.

Had you done something wrong? Or maybe it was that something had happened during one of his meetings today? Or maybe you had messed up one of the documents that he had asked you to finish that day? Not knowing was killing you! But the worst part was that zeke wasn't answering his phone. You knew for a fact that he was on his phone because everytime you sent a message he left you on fucking read!

After hours and hours of no response you gave up. If he didn't want to talk to you then he wouldn't have to. At least not until you got a proper apology. You knew that wasn't gonna happen any time soon but a woman can hope can't she? (No. No she could not.)

*Ding*

Your heart fluttered with hope as you picked up your phone only to see-

"I'm not coming home tonight."

.......

Draft: "Fuck you."

You didn't send it. Who would have thought?

End of part 1 😋

I hope you guys enjoyed this lol