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Canât Buy Me Love
The details⊠Title: Money Canât Buy Me Love Author: Georgia Beers Publisher: Bold Strokes Books Publication date: August 13, 2024 Available formats: ebook, paperback, audiobook File size: 1564 KB Print length: 240 pages Audiobook: 9 hours and 23 minutes; narrated by Lula Larkin Genre: contemporary romance Themes: friendship, women loving women, sapphic relationships, ice queens,âŠ
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#betrayal#bodyguards#Bold Strokes Books#contemporary romance#ex girlfriends#friendship#friendship to romance#Georgia Beers#glamour and fashion#Hollywood#honesty#ice queens#insta-connection#island paradise vacations#love#media#relationships#rich and famous#romance#sapphic relationships#undercover journalism#women loving women
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TRANS PERSON INFILITRATES CPAC (Part 1)
Dead Domain is doing the real work out there! Going undercover at a equal parts boring and frightening convention!
#youtube#breadtube#dead domain#american politics#republicans#alt right#project 2025#undercover#undercover journalism#cpac
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what started as stupid little undercover au doodles turned into full on frickin character profiles. wow. anyway consume
#inside out#inside out 2#inside out disgust#inside out envy#inside out anxiety#inside out undercover au#io2 undercover au#kinda feel conflicted abt zaps design. might wanna change it later lol#feeling rlly tempted to do the rainbow renegades too⊠but idk if ill have the motivation to do so lmaooooo#inside out journalism/undercover au#the rainbow renegades#oops deleted tags lol#I DID THESE DURING MY BREAKS AND ON THR BUS đđđ prob why they crappy as hellllllllll#congrats to you for reading all these lil notes in the tags lmao. you win nothing but this :D
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Document Journal, December 2022.
âTrick Mirrorâ
Ph. Jack Davison
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new GLC ongoing announced !!!!!!!!! vs. written by: Jeremy Adams
(fight fight fight fight)
#blah#idkk just feel like nothing happens in his issues but also too much but also nothing and no one says anything interesting to each other <3#looking to see if there was any issue of his i liked in locg rq#eh okay lowest rating is 2.5 star highest a few 4s. so nothing crazy just not enthused for more for him bc i feel like its been kind of#mid/nothingburger#and this is only reading the back half of the series bc i didnt gaf abt hal & sinestro or whatever the first arc was#anyways do like war journal elements. love ellie and her talking to keli was fun#kind of ://///// they set up the jess undercover thing and proceeded to do absolutely nothing w that but like we had to do absolute power#tie ins apparently soo#those weren't all terrible honestly alan and jadestone was fun. though if i remember right that was in task force vii??? idk
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I've been thinking a lot about Corvo Attano today. by which I mean to say that I've had *(to the tune of the intro theme of 'ducktales')đ¶ RAT DAD! whooh ooh! RAT DAD! whooh ooh!đ¶* on loop in my head for hours now
#he is rat coded. and he is Dad. I am not wrong.#corvo attano#dishonored#I do love that corvo is super hot and also explicitly thematically linked to the rats. prime hot in the rat sort of way representation#rats are super cool do they not deserve a gently magic-steeped dilf as their spokesperson#dishonored or as I like to call it: Newly Widowed Single Father Scrounging For Daughter's College Fund Simulator 2012#(yes I did have to look up what year dishonored came out and I took so much psychic damage I almost passed out)#(it doesn't FEEL that old is the thing!!!!)#I jest but I have genuine feelings about how much of corvo's Whole Deal is bound up in parenthood#especially since for so long he had to Dad undercover (extremely transparently to be fair) as it were lol#the change from d1 to d2 that emily openly acknowledges him and refers to him as her father is so funny to me#like I keep imagining how that switch would have happened -- and how she'd have to just like. make sure first I guess fhsdkjfsa#every day I think about that D2 journal entry where he says that as a kid he thought losing a parent was the worst thing#and now he knows that losing a child is so much worse#'I want her to be alive again. my little girl'. haunts me and compels me
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Inmate Report 07-30-22 4:30 A.M.
 4:30 A.M.                                            07-30-22Â
Being an anti-sex trafficking activist, in a town that is considered a hub of sex trafficking, in one of the highest trafficking states in the Nation, is precarious⊠to say the least.Â
How I ended up in Warren County Regional Jail in Bowling Green, Kentucky involves a Chinese Manufacturing Company, a dead dog, a divorce, sex, drugs, lots of rock n roll, and many other world-traveled family secrets along the way.Â
The whyâs of what Iâm actually writing about here is still unfolding, as is the what in the hell happened that I would be CHARGED with complicity to rape and kidnapping, and how in the hell will this all end⊠remains to be seen. All I know is I am charged with something I would never do, in a Jail full of people who probably would (side note: apparently even the Jail itself has a reputation for doing the things I am charged with. Ha.)Â
On top of that I am, as I mentioned before, an activist⊠which means even while facing my own hellish, nonsensical, purgatorial reality, seeing what is happening to the human beings around me I cannot help but feel the need to do something. Even if attempting to do so leads to my own peril. (You may think that statement dramatic, but wait until the investigation and whatever this current saga may be is over. This town is twisted. That is a total understatement.)
Iâm not necessarily writing this for anyone in particular, more as a mental exercise to keep myself grounded in reality. Reality can be brutal sometimes when youâre in here. Dreams offer escape, but waking up to this shit-hole of a cell after being literally anywhere else in my mind is a special kind of hell. Same four walls, same foul air, same putrid food, same tainted water. All of us trapped in here, having to find new ways every day to live together. Some days are VERY hard.
Currently all the cells surrounding mine are on Covid lockdown (but oddly, only for 5 days). Many of the Deputies, also the Jailer, remain unmasked when entering cells despite this. He (The Jailer) is not my biggest fan, since this week I spoke to Department of Corrections (DOC) alongside my colleague on the outside about the conditions here. Those complaints ended with DOC making a âhome visitâ to WCRJ, complete with a kitchen walkthrough and a sit-down interview with yours truly. (Later, it would turn out, DOC did nothing to address the issues I spoke to them about regarding severe medical neglect, sexual harassment of inmates by Guards, tasing people in restraint chairs, not providing proper medication to inmates, unhealthy and unsafe food and living conditions, improper mental health care, etc. Just a wink and nod at the Jailer and away they went. Meanwhile, since then, people have literally died⊠or sued the Jail for sexual abuse as well.)
I was subsequently visited by two Deputies the next day who pulled me out of my cell to ask me if I had any rapes in my cell specifically to report. I told them, at the moment in my cell, no. They made me sign a piece of paper which later turned out to be a statement claiming I agreed that I made false PREA (Prison Rape Elimination Act) reports⊠which stemmed from me telling my colleague over a video chat (monitored by the Jail) that I had received several reports from female inmates in the Jail of sexual assault, and some allegations that the Jailer had a hand in covering up such assaults himself. (Later like I said the Jail would be sued for sexual assault by a Guard on a female Inmate⊠after all this occurred with me⊠just throwing that out there.) They had me sign this form to cover their ass. Clearly it didnât stop the actual, serious problem of Guards assaulting female inmates.
It was an odd situation since I had never made out a PREA report. I had simply told my friend, IN VERY VAGUE TERMINOLOGY to protect the identities of the people who told me they were assaulted, that some serious things had happened there. (Unfortunately, after this, the serious things continued.)
My friend has set up another video visit with me today and Iâm not quite sure what to tell her, because based on how they have reacted to all this I am concerned about possible retaliation against myself (which eventually does happen), or more importantly the women who told me about the alleged abuse.
On top of that issue, there is medical neglect here. When my friend âMâ was sick two weeks ago (shaking suddenly with a fever) we tried many times to call for the Guards or hail medical (even pressing the emergency button on the wall) since⊠in a situation like that you canât very well drive yourself to a hospital or get a first aid kit. Youâre locked behind bars. You need assistance, even for basic healthcare. After no response for a considerable time (Iâm talking 20, 30 mins) we had another inmate in the cell call her family on the phone and tell them to call the front desk at the jail and tell them there was a medical emergency in our cell. This was pure desperation at this point.
10 minutes later the Guard comes in screaming at her (and us) in the cell and demanded she come out. While she finally got escorted (very rudely) to medical we then lost our TV privileges and all but one phone in our cell for the rest of the day. We were told this was for us calling her family and getting them to call the front and make a complaint in order to expedite our cellmates medical care. Apparently you get punished for asking for help here when you are sick.
When my friend âDâ (one of the female inmates who also told me she was abused in the Jail in 2019) was vomiting so hard in our cell she literally pissed herself three nights ago,then started wretching, and finally went into a seizure, they wouldnât help her. It wasnât until I threatened to file a grievance unless they took her to a hospital and got her medical care. They finally came in and removed her from the cell, but instead of getting her medical attention they took her and dumped her in an isolation cell (the hole) to seize, piss, shit, and vomit on herself alone. They then kept her in isolation for three days, she only just got back yesterday to our cell. Shell-shocked, haggard, and glad to be alive.
When she got back she told me that she almost lost her mind when she came to from her seizure and realized she had been put in the exact same cell she was raped in in 2019, an assault she claims the Jailer knew about. She begged to be moved but no one listened to her, and she had to spend days sick, broken, and filled with panic and disgust.
There is an evil in this place. Evil happens here, and corrupts. I have written letters, I have written songs, I have prayed, danced, and tried to sing it away, but even now I can feel the light draining from my eyes. I donât hear the women screaming at night as much as I used to and I wonder - did they move them because I complained? Did they get out? Did they survive?
August 1st marks 80 days that Iâve been here (I was arrested Friday the 13th - true story) and so far I myself have escaped the âturtle suitâ, getting tased, being left to piss and shit myself in the restraint chair, or raped in the hole, and I wonder if I will get out. Will I survive? (I ended up surviving, but now I am fighting on the outside to keep my freedom⊠which is why Iâm posting this anonymously.)
Either way, despite my charges, despite that reputation, I cannot stop myself from speaking up for those who havenât survived. Will anyone believe me? Who knows⊠but for the first time in my life I am learning to use my voice. I just pray for all of us itâs not too late.
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#jail#incarceration#felon#prison#sex trafficking#creepypasta#journalism#reporter#crime#rape#metoo#nashville#tennessee#bowling#green#ky#kentucky#secret#undercover#investigation#true crime
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#just wanted the original link here#Project Veritas#Pfizer#Jordon Trishton Walker#directed evolution#covid vaccines#mRNA#profits#mutations#journalism#undercover
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"A Female Reporter"
NELLIE BLY. HER NAME IS NELLIE BLY.
You know what else she did??
Saved a ton of mental hospital patients from persistent & sickening abuse. She went in undercover, and the doctors, nurses, orderlies, etc trrated her like all the others. They essentially said 'Who cares if you don't like hiw we treat you? No one will ever hear you or believe you!'
Wanna bet? said Nellie Bly
Nellie was a fucking hero. You put some respect on Nellie Bly's name.
"A Female Reporter" my ass
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â§.* talk too much; kmg
synopsis:  a charismatic but slightly awkward mingyu, whose tendency to talk too much creates hilariously unpredictable situations. one early morning he spots a stranger sitting in the corner of the cafĂ©âsomeone who's quiet, mysterious, and a little intimidating. drawn to her aura, he strikes up a conversation. but every time he opens his mouth, his words seem to betray him.
paring: mingyu x fem! reader.Â
genre:strangers2whatever (hehe) Â
warning/s:mentions of substances (alcohol)Â some minor sexy stuff, but not much really.
word count:Â 11k
content:Â . non-idol idolings, awkward over sharer mingyu.
note: non rlly edited prob weird typos, xo. ( there's a part 2 in my drafts fully bc I couldn't stop writing about these two)
The bell above the cafĂ© door jingled as the stranger stepped inside. Mingyu, standing in front of the register, halfway through recounting a story to his favorite barista about the time he accidentally adopted a stray cat. He paused mid-sentence, caught off guard by the strangerâs presence. Â
She was unlike anyone who usually wandered into the cozy cafĂ©âa stark contrast to the warm, inviting space. Dressed in muted tones, she carried an air of quiet confidence and mystery, expression unreadable. The girl didnât look around or hesitate, walking directly to a table in the far corner as though she had been here a hundred times before. Â
Mingyu watched her settle in, his curiosity piqued. The girl placed a cherry red leather-bound journal on the table, opened it to a blank page, and began scribbling furiously. Â
âShe doesn't look like sheâs here for the coffee,â Mingyu muttered to himself. Â
Before he could stop himself, he grabbed the notepad behind the counter from his stunned regular bar keep and approached the table. Â
âHi there,â he said brightly. âWelcome to uh, Black Rabbit. Can I get you something? Coffee? Tea? One of the world-famous muffins? Well, theyâre not world-famous yet, but I think they are. Anywayââ Â
The stranger looked up, her sharp eyes meeting his. Mingyu froze for a moment, forgetting whatever it was he was going to say next. Â
âBlack coffee,â the stranger said curtly. Her voice was low, measured, and entirely unimpressed. Â
âGot it. One black coffee. Simple. Classic. You know, I respect that. Some people come in here and order drinks with so many extra syrups and toppings itâs like theyâre trying to create a dessert in disguise. But youâyouâre all about the essentials.â Â
The girl raised an eyebrow. âIs there a point to this? Also do you even work here?â Â
Mingyu blinked, realizing he was rambling. âUh, nope! No point. Just making conversation. Iâll get that coffee for you. And, uh, no I donât. Just helping out.â Â
He turned and practically sprinted back to the counter, silently berating himself. âCool, Mingyu. It's really cool.â Â
When he returned with the coffee, he found her staring out the window, lost in thought. He set the cup down gently, but instead of leaving, he spoke again. Â
âHey, I donât mean to pry, but are you... writing something? You looked really focused earlier. Like, next-level focused. Are you an author? Or maybe a secret spy writing down your next mission?â Â
The stranger sighed, looking back at him with an exasperated expression. âDo you always ask this many questions?â Â
âOnly when Iâm curious,â Mingyu replied with a grin. âAnd Iâm very curious about you. Youâve got that whole mysterious, âIâve got secretsâ vibe going on.â Â
The girl finally gave a hint of a smile, though it was barely noticeable. âMaybe I do.â Â
That small flicker of amusement was all the encouragement Mingyu needed. âOkay, so you are a spy. Or an undercover rockstar. Oh! Or aââ Â
âIâm sorry, but Iâm trying to work,â she interrupted, though her tone was softer now. Â
Mingyu took a step back, raising his hands. âGot it. Iâll leave you to it. But if you need anythingâlike a refill, a snack, or a friendly faceâIâm your guy.â Â
âBut you said you donât work here.âÂ
As he walked away, the stranger shook their head, a faint smile tugging at their lips. Mingyu may have talked too much, but there was something disarmingly genuine about him that made it hard to stay annoyed. Â
Heading up to grab his own cup from the counter, Mingyu stole another glance at her and couldnât help but wonder what kind of story they were carryingâand whether heâd somehow become a part of it.
The next afternoon, the cafĂ© was busier than usual, filled with a mix of students typing away on their laptops and a few regulars deep in conversation. Mingyu was at the counter, enthusiastically explaining to another regular Mrs. Park how the secret to perfect coffee lay in "a gentle pour and a mindful attitude," when the bell jingled again. Â
Mingyu's head snapped up, and sure enough, the girl from yesterday was back. This time, she seemed even more aloof, her eyes scanning the room briefly before settling back on her spot in the corner. She didn't notice Mingyuâs stare as she quietly set down her cherry red journal and began flipping through its pages. Â
Mingyu found himself momentarily frozen in place, suddenly aware of how *awkward* his last encounter had been. "Don't be weird this time. Don't overdo it," he muttered to himself, but his mind was already spiraling into potential conversation starters. What if he said something sheâd find interesting? What if he said too much? Â
With a deep breath, Mingyu stepped away from the counter. He was *determined* to keep things casual. Â
âHey, you,â Mingyu called out, walking toward her table, âback again, huh? Is the coffee that good, or are you just here for a change of scenery?â Â
The girl looked up from her journal, her eyes scanning him briefly before she spoke in her usual flat tone. âJust getting out of the house for a while.â Â
Mingyu nodded, trying to read the mood. âYeah, I get that. Sometimes, you just need a little break from your own four walls. I mean, my walls are full of stuffâvinyl records, old concert tickets, a couple of questionable cat sweaters... but still.â Â
Her lips twitched, just for a second. âA questionable cat sweater?â Â
Mingyu grinned. âYeah. Itâs got a picture of a cat wearing glasses, trying to look intellectual. But honestly, I think it just makes the cat look like itâs about to take over the world. It was for my work Christmas party, but Iâd be lying if I said I havenât worn it more than once.â Â
There was a moment of silence, and then the corner of her mouth curled up slightly. âIâd like to see that.â Â
Mingyuâs heart did a little flip. Sheâs smiling. "Itâs not for sale. Only available to cat enthusiasts who appreciate the depth of their feline overlords."Â Â
Her smile lingered for just a second longer before it faded back into the neutral expression she wore so often. âIâll take your word for it,â she said softly, her fingers tapping lightly on the table. Â
Mingyu felt a brief hesitation. Maybe it was better not to press too hard. He had a tendency to run with a conversation until it got awkward, and right now, the conversation felt almost... comfortable. Â
"So," Mingyu started, his mind racing for something else to say, âIâm guessing youâre writing more top-secret spy notes today? Or is it a shocking revelation about how you once got lost in a supermarket for three hours?â Â
The girlâs eyebrow arched. âThatâs an oddly specific guess.â Â
Mingyu shrugged. âYou'd be surprised how many people get lost in supermarkets. But, you know, it's all about the aisles and the lights. Before you know it, you're trapped in the frozen food section, wondering how you got there in the first place.â Â
She watched him for a moment, then laughed softlyâa real laugh this time, not just a polite chuckle. It was low, but genuine, and it made Mingyuâs chest feel lighter than it had in days. Â
âOkay, Iâll admit thatâs sort of funny, considering I assume youâre speaking from experience,â she said, surprising him even more. âBut no, Iâm not writing about that. Just...â She paused for a moment, her fingers stopping their restless tapping. âJust... trying to work through some things.â Â
The shift in her tone was subtle, but Mingyu could feel the change. For the first time, he wasnât just a guy talking too much. He was hearing her in a way that felt real, as if she was opening up to him without fully realizing it. Â
âI get it,â Mingyu said, his voice softening. âSometimes you just need a space to think things through. Like, I talk on the radio every nightâway too much sometimesâbut I guess it helps me sort out my own head.â Â
The girl looked up at him then, her eyes lingering on his face with a quiet intensity that made his heart race. Â
âYou talk on the radio?â she asked. Â
Mingyu chuckled awkwardly. âYeah. You could say Iâm kind of a big deal, I mean here anyway to people who know meâ He made a vague gesture to the cafĂ© around them. âBut only to the people who are really into weird facts and random stories. Like, one time I told my listeners about how I accidentally ended up with two lunch boxes after a miscommunication with a vending machine. Iâm not proud of it, but hey, it makes for a great segment." Â
She tilted her head slightly. âWhat else do you talk about?â Â
Mingyu opened his mouth to reply, but then realized he was getting carried away. "Well, I don't want to bore you with my radio segment. Not everyone's cup of tea."Â Â
She looked thoughtful for a second. âIâd listen to you.â Â
His heart skipped. âReally?â Â
âMaybe.â She leaned back in her chair, her gaze still steady. âIf you were actually interesting enough.â Â
Mingyu burst out laughing. âOkay, ouch. But Iâll take that as a challenge.â Â
She shrugged, and for a moment, Mingyu just stood there, unsure whether heâd said something that was too much or if she was just being her usual, unreadable self. Â
Finally, he broke the silence with a casual, âIf you do end up listening, Iâll make sure to talk about my cat sweater for at least twenty minutes. Thatâll make it worth your while.â Â
A flash of amusement crossed her face. âIâll hold you to that.â Â
Mingyu smirked, making a mental note to talk in depth about his weird festive sweater, âAre you ever going to tell me your name?âÂ
âIf youâre worth it.â A challenge from the enigma of a girl.Â
âOkay, Iâm Mingyu, by the way.âÂ
She just smiled as he walked off and went back to her black coffee without another word.Â
Later in the night, the rain hitting the pavement outside of his office he watched as he had just finished setting up for his radio show. He spoke into the microphone, he could still feel the weight of his earlier conversation with the girl in the cafĂ©. Something about her, her quiet mystery, had left him thinking, and for the first time in a long while, he felt calm on air. Â
âGood evening, everyone,â Mingyuâs voice boomed through the mic. âIâm your host, Mingyu, here to take you through the night with some extremely random thoughts in between your hot hit countdown. But first, letâs talk about something near and dear to my heart: cats. Yes, thatâs right. Cats. And how, in some cultures, theyâre considered mystical beings that can sense your innermost thoughts. Which, if you ask me, explains a lot about why my cat is currently judging me for eating cereal at 11 PM.â Â
He paused, chuckling to himself as he imagined the girl sitting in the corner of the cafĂ©, maybe listening to him right now. Â
âAnyway,â he continued, leaning into the mic. âIf anyone out there has a cat sweater as legendary as mine, Iâd love to hear about it. Or if youâve ever gotten lost in a supermarket, accidentally adopting an extra lunchbox, send me a message. You know, just the things we all need to talk about. Letâs connect, guys. Letâs keep it real. If youâre watching us live right now on Youtube leave your stories in the chat or donât hesitate to hit me up on twitter at gyunation.â Â
The next morning, the cafĂ© was as cozy as ever, with soft music playing in the background and a few early risers getting their caffeine fix. Mingyu was ordering coffee when the door opened again. He turned, already knowing who it was before she even walked in. Â
The girl from the had returned. She gave him a small, knowing smile as she walked in and headed toward her usual table. Â
Mingyuâs heart skipped a beat. âI didnât expect to see you here again.â Â
She raised an eyebrow. âI said Iâd hold you to it.â Â
He blinked. âWait, what?â Â
âYouâre wearing your cat sweater today,â she said with a hint of a smile, her eyes glinting. âAnd Iâm listening to you. Now, tell me about the mystical powers of cats, Mingyu.â Â
Mingyu couldnât help it. He grinned. Heâd found a way to connect, just like heâd always hopedâthrough the stories, through the weirdness, and maybe, just maybe, through the unexpected bonds that only seemed to form when you werenât trying so hard. Â
âIf you finally tell me your name.âÂ
âItâs y/n.âÂ
Mingyu blinked, a mix of surprise and excitement flickering in his eyes. "Y/N," he repeated slowly, as if savoring the sound of it. It was simple, yet it felt like a small victory. There was something about hearing her name that made everything feel a little less mysterious, a little more real. Â
âI didnât expect it to be so... normal,â Mingyu said with a half-joking grin, but there was a warmth in his tone that made the words feel genuine. "I was kind of hoping for something cooler, like... I don't know, Phoenix or something. Or even Astrid, that wouldâve been a great name." Â
Y/N raised an eyebrow, a teasing smile playing at the corners of her mouth. âYouâve been thinking about this, havenât you?â Â
Mingyu let out a short, embarrassed laugh. âMaybe. I get random ideas sometimes. Like, when I was younger, I was convinced my name shouldâve been something cooler, like Max or Axel. But then I realized I was always just Mingyu. And now, well, Iâm starting to like it." He hesitated for a second. âIâm starting to like the name y/n too.â Â
There was a flicker of something in her expression, something soft and fleeting, before it was replaced with her usual composed demeanor. âIâm glad to know you like it. Mingyu is honestly a nicer name than Axel. Though, youâre still in trouble. Iâm waiting for my cat wisdom.â Â
Mingyu nodded enthusiastically, happy to follow the new flow of their conversation. He slid into the chair across from her, trying to hide the fact his hands were still slightly shaking from the excitement of actually talking with her. âOkay, okay. The mystical powers of catsâwhere do I even begin?â He leaned in dramatically, as if about to reveal some ancient secret. Â
"First of all, cats are masters of manipulation," Mingyu began, gesturing with his hands for emphasis. "I mean, if youâve ever had a cat sit on your lap, staring at you like they know youâve got food, but they're too dignified to begâthatâs sort of like when you know youâre in their power."Â Â
Y/Nâs lips twitched, and for the first time, she seemed fully engaged in his rambling. âManipulation, huh?â she murmured, leaning back in her chair. "I thought we were talking about mystical powers, not deviousness." Â
Mingyu grinned. âThat is their mystical power, come on. They can manipulate you into giving them whatever they want, whether itâs food, affection, or a new scratching post. Itâs all about the gaze, the quiet dominance. Thereâs a reason people say cats can see into your soul.â Â
Y/N nodded slowly, clearly entertained. âOkay, Iâll give you that one. But what about the mystical part? You know, the one where cats are supposed to be magical, like, bringing good luck and stuff.â Â
âThatâs a good one.â Mingyu leaned forward, his eyes lighting up with the sudden spark of inspiration. âWell, think about it. Cats sleep all day, but when they wake up, theyâre already confident they can get what they want. They just know that time is precious, that sleep is sacred, and that the real power is in being present when it counts.â Â
He paused for a second, realizing that this wasnât just him making random, funny observations anymore. There was something about how heâd said itâhow focused heâd beenâsomething deeper that he hadnât planned for. Mingyu quickly shook his head, feeling a little embarrassed. Â
âOkay, maybe Iâve been watching too many cat videos, but you get what I mean, right?â Â
Y/Nâs eyes softened, and she gave him an almost imperceptible nod. âI get it. Cats donât waste time. They donât do things for anyone but themselves. Thatâs kind of powerful.â Â
âExactly.â Mingyuâs smile was so wide it threatened to overtake his face. âItâs like theyâve got it all figured out. Weâre all running around, doing a million things at once, but cats? They take it easy, let things come to them and somehow, it works out.â Â
Y/N sat there, looking at him for a moment, before her gaze drifted down to her journal. "I never thought about it that way," she said quietly. Â
Mingyu noticed the shift in her energy. It was subtle, but he could tell that his words had struck something deep. Before he could say anything more, she lifted her head again, her expression more thoughtful than before. Â
"Maybe I need to take a page out of the cat playbook," she murmured, almost to herself. Â
Mingyu watched her for a moment, wondering if heâd said too much, or if he was getting into dangerous territory where he might have pushed her too far with his endless chatter. But when she glanced back up at him, there was no irritation, only curiosity. Â
âI think we all do,â Mingyu said softly. âWe could all use a little more time to just be. No pressure. No rush. Just existing in the moment.â Â
Y/N gave a small smile, and for the first time, Mingyu felt like it wasnât just her pulling away from the world. It was almost like she was letting a piece of herself connect to him, in this little moment of vulnerability. Â
"So," he said after a beat, trying to keep the conversation light, "what are you going to do now? Go home and take a nap like a true cat?"Â Â
Y/N chuckled, the sound soft and genuine. "No, I think Iâll stay here for a bit longer." She looked up at him, her eyes glinting with amusement. "But maybe Iâll actually finish what Iâm writing today. You know, before I get distracted by any more of your stories."Â Â
Mingyuâs grin widened, feeling a sense of accomplishment that he hadn't realized he was craving. âI promise, Iâll keep the stories to a minimum. But if you need a distraction, you know where to find me.â Â
She raised her cup of coffee, as if to make a toast. "I might just have to do that."Â Â
Later that day Mingyu returned to his usual post at the counter on his break from the studio, his mind still buzzing with the conversation heâd just had with Y/N. He couldnât remember the last time heâd felt this good about a conversation. His thoughts wandered back to her, and how she hadnât seemed annoyed by his rambling. Instead, sheâd actually listenedâlike she wanted to listen. Â
As the afternoon light filtered through the cafĂ© windows, he found himself stealing glances at Y/N from the counter. She was still scribbling in her journal, her focus so intense it was almost like she was channeling her own version of that "cat power" he had talked about earlier. Â
And maybe, just maybe, he could be a part of her story. Or at least, part of the narrative she was writing in her mind. Â
The thought made him smile to himself, and for the first time in a while, he felt like he wasnât just talking to fill silence. He was talking because it felt like she was listeningâand maybe, just maybe, she was starting to like the sound of his voice, too. Â
Y/Nâs eyes sparkled as she grabbed her things from the table and walked up to him standing in line,âI already got you another one, I remembered you came here around this time yesterday so I just took a shot.â Her fingers brushing against his in the exchange.Â
âI think itâs going to be just what I need,â he said softly, her smile lingering.
Mingyu nodded, suddenly aware of the quiet space between them. For a moment, neither of them spoke, but there was something comforting in the silence, something deeper than just shared words. It was like they both understood that there was more here than just a random meeting. Maybe, just maybe, they were starting to find something that couldnât easily be put into words.
âSo, whatâs on your agenda today?â Mingyu asked, leaning against the counter, trying to keep the conversation going. âAny secret missions? Any mysteries waiting to be solved?â
Y/N took a sip of her espresso, savoring the rich taste before setting the cup down and looking at him with a thoughtful expression. âActually, yes. I have been thinking about something,â she said, her voice quieter now, more reflective. âIâve been thinking about what it means to really be somewhere. You know? Per our earlier conversation. Not just physically, but mentally. To actually let yourself be present and not be running from one thing to the next.â
Mingyuâs brows furrowed as he processed her words. âI get that,â he said slowly, almost to himself. âI think... I think Iâve been running around like that a lot lately. Always filling up my time with stuff, trying to get things done, but Iâm never really here, you know? Itâs like, Iâm always on autopilot.â
Y/N nodded, a small smile tugging at the corners of her lips. âExactly. Itâs easy to get caught up in the noise. But sometimes, the quiet is where the answers are.â
Mingyu felt a strange warmth spread through him at her words. It was as though they were having a conversation that was much bigger than coffee, much bigger than just now. It felt like she was giving him a glimpse into something he wasnât quite ready to admit to himself.
"You know," he said softly, "I think I needed to hear that today."
Y/N looked at him, her gaze steady. "I think you were meant to hear it."
The words hung between them, and for a moment, Mingyu felt like the whole world outside the café had faded into the background. It was just him and her, and in this small, quiet space, they had carved out a little corner of understanding.
But before he could say anything more, Y/N stood, her bag slung over her shoulder. âI should get going,â she said, offering him a gentle smile. âBut Iâll be back tomorrow.â
âSame time?â Mingyu asked, suddenly eager for the next day, for the next conversation, for the next moment with her.
She gave a slight nod, her smile turning a little more playful. âSame time. And donât forget your charm, Mingyu.â
He laughed, feeling lighter than he had in days. âIâll bring it. I promise.â
As Y/N left the cafĂ©, Mingyu stood there for a moment, watching her go. He had no idea what was coming next, no idea what kind of story he and Y/N were writing together. But for the first time in a long time, he didnât feel the need to rush ahead to the next chapter. He was content to let it unfold, slowly and naturally, like the turning of a page.
And when the door swung closed behind her, he found himself already looking forward to tomorrow.
This time, he didnât mind that he was talking too much.
It was a slow evening at the radio station. Mingyu leaned back in his chair, spinning lazily in circles while a groovy indie track filled the studio. The red ON AIR sign glowed softly above the window, casting the room in a warm, familiar light. Â
"Alright, everyone," Mingyu said into the mic as the song faded. His voice slid effortlessly into his signature radio toneâsmooth, playful, and just a touch self-deprecating. "It's your favorite over-sharer again. If you're tuning in tonight, let me know you're out there. Send me your requests, your shout-outs, or your best guess for how long it took me to ruin my dinner plans this week."Â Â
As he flipped through a stack of vinyl records, his thoughts wandered. He hadnât been able to stop thinking about the now not so stranger at the cafĂ©. She had become a regular fixture in his life over such a short time, always sitting in the same corner, writing in that journal of hers. Â
The thought made him smile, and before he knew it, he was speaking again. Â
"You know," he began, leaning closer to the mic, "thereâs this person whoâs been hanging around my favorite cafĂ© lately. They donât say much, but thereâs something about themâyou know, the kind of person whoâs like a locked treasure chest. You just want to figure out whatâs inside. I, of course, have been trying to charm them with my wit and sparkling conversation. Has it worked? Iâd say sort of. But hey, persistence is key, right?" Â
He chuckled, then added, âAnyway, Iâve decided to name them âMystery Corner Person.â If youâre listening, MCP, this oneâs for you.â Â
Mingyu queued up the next trackâa dreamy, nostalgic tune that felt just right. As it played, he leaned back and sighed, wondering if she's still listening to hear his ridiculous ramblings. Â
But, she did.Â
The next morning at the cafĂ©, y/n walked in earlier than usual, her journal tucked under one arm. Mingyu was sitting at a high top table at the window when they approached him directly. Â
âI heard your show last night,â she said, her voice as calm and unreadable as ever. Â
Mingyu froze, a muffin balanced precariously in one hand. âOh, uhâdid you?â Â
Y/n tilted her head. âMystery Corner Person?â Â
Mingyuâs ears turned pink. âThat... mightâve been about you.â Â
âI figured.â They placed their journal on the counter, resting their hand on the cover. âYouâre very open. I was waiting for you to bring it up actually.â Â
âI like to think itâs part of my charm,â he said, flashing a sheepish grin. Â
For a moment, they just stared at him, and Mingyu worried heâd made a fool of himself again. But then, to his surprise, the stranger smiledâa real, genuine smile. Â
âYour persistence is letâs just say.. entertaining,â she said, her voice carrying the faintest hint of warmth. Â
Mingyu felt a rush of relief and a spark of something elseâhope, maybe. âDoes this mean youâll give me a shot? By being friends, I mean. Or acquaintances. Orâwell, anything, really.â Â
Y/n chuckled softly, their smile lingering. âIâll give you a shot.â Â
As they turned to head to their usual corner, Mingyu couldnât help but grin. It wasnât much, but it was something. And for the first time, he felt like he might actually be breaking through that carefully guarded exterior. Â
He picked up his muffin and placed it back on the plate, walking over to their table with a little extra bounce in his step. Maybe his tendency to talk too much wasnât such a bad thing after all.
âSo, mystery corner person,â Mingyu started, his voice light, playful. âDoes this mean weâre friends now, or are you just humoring me?â
Y/N raised an eyebrow, her lips quivering. âIâd say weâre on the road to friendship. But I wouldnât get too comfortable just yet.â
âFair enough,â Mingyu said, leaning against the back of the chair across from her, still standing. He tried to suppress the urge to keep talking, but the words came tumbling out before he could stop them. âIâll take what I can get. Besides, Iâve learned that sometimes itâs the quiet ones who have the best stories, and Iâm betting youâve got some good ones. Maybe youâll share them with me one day.â
Y/N chuckled softly, the sound melodic. âIâm not exactly one for sharing my whole life, though. Not yet, anyway.â
âWell, no pressure,â Mingyu said quickly, lifting his hands as if in mock surrender. âYouâve got your own time. But Iâve got to warn youâIâm a terrible secret keeper. So if you start telling me anything too wild, I might end up broadcasting it.â
âSounds dangerous,â Y/N replied, her tone a little teasing. âIâll make sure to be careful around you then.â
Mingyu smiled at the playful challenge in her voice. He was surprised how easy it felt to talk to her now. There was something about her calm, unruffled nature that made him feel comfortable in a way he hadnât expected.
He sat down at the edge of the table, leaning forward. âAlright, alright. Iâll stop with the radio host charm for now,â he said, waving his hand dramatically. âBut you should know, itâs a hard habit to break. Iâve been talking to a microphone alone for so long, I forget there are real people out there sometimes.â
Y/N glanced at him over the rim of her coffee cup, the corner of her mouth turning up in a small smile. âI think itâs a good thing. Youâve got a way of making everything sound a little brighter.â
Mingyu blinked at her, taken aback by the unexpected compliment. He wasnât sure how to respond at first, but he found himself chuckling, trying to play it cool. âWell, thank you. Thatâs probably the nicest thing anyoneâs said about my rambling.â
Y/N gave a slight shrug, but her eyes sparkled. âYou make it sound like rambling is a bad thing. Sometimes, itâs nice to just say things and see where they go.â
âSee?â Mingyu said, leaning in as if heâd cracked a code. âThatâs what Iâm talking about. You get it. Youâre a fellow over-sharer in disguise, I just know it.â
Y/N let out a laugh, shaking her head. âMaybe. But Iâll have to decide whether youâre worthy of knowing my secrets first.â
âWell, I canât promise I wonât annoy you with my stories,â Mingyu said with a wink. âBut Iâm pretty good at keeping secrets. If it makes you feel better, I wonât be sharing anything you donât want me to.â
âHmm, weâll see about that,â Y/N said, a sly smile tugging at her lips.
Mingyu chuckled, standing up from his chair and giving a mock bow. âAlright, Iâll leave you to write. But, just so you know, Iâm very persistent, so youâre going to be seeing a lot of me, mystery corner person.âÂ
Y/n just waved him off, âFor someone who wanted to learn my name so badly youâre in the habit of not using it.âÂ
âAh, youâll be hearing a lot more of it. Donât worry too much.âÂ
Y/N shook her head with a faint smile, but just as he turned to leave, something tugged at her resolve. She called out after him, her voice hesitant yet firm enough to stop him in his tracks. âMingyu?â
âYeah?â He turned around quickly, almost like heâd been waiting for her to say his name again. Their eyes met, and for a moment, the air between them felt charged, words hanging unspoken.
Y/N hesitated, her fingers brushing the edge of her notebook as if it could anchor her nerves. âWould you want to have dinner or something? I mean now that weâre friends, I figured we could hang out more. Not just over coffee.â
Mingyuâs expression softened into a genuine smile, one that reached his eyes and made them crinkle at the corners. âIâd love that,â he said without hesitation. âHow about tonight? Iâm off at 7:30. Can we meet at Yeattaâs? Itâs just a block or two from here.â
âYeah, that works for me,â Y/N replied, her heart skipping a beat as she tried to play it cool.
âGreat,â Mingyu said, his excitement barely contained as he gave her a small wave. âIâll see you there, Y/N.â
As he walked away, Y/N found herself staring at the space he had just vacated, her lips curving into an uncontrollable smile. There was something about Mingyu that made her heart feel lighterâlike maybe, just maybe, this was the start of something worth holding onto.
Mingyu arrived at Yeattaâs at exactly 7:25, five minutes early but not surprising given the way he bounced on the balls of his feet, clearly eager. When Y/N walked in a minute later, scanning the small, warmly lit restaurant, she found him standing by the entrance, his smile lighting up as soon as he spotted her.Â
âRight on time,â he teased, holding the door open for her. âI was starting to think you might stand me up.â
âOh, please,â Y/N shot back, smirking as she stepped inside. âYouâd just hunt me down at the coffee shop tomorrow.â
âTrue,â Mingyu admitted with a grin. âIâm nothing if not persistent.âÂ
They were seated at a cozy booth near the back, the smell of wood-fired pizza and roasted garlic wafting through the air. The atmosphere was relaxed, with dim lighting and soft jazz playing in the background. Y/N found herself relaxing more than she expected, her usual hesitations melting away under Mingyuâs easy charm.
âSo,â Mingyu began, unfolding his napkin with a flourish, âare you going to finally tell me what you were writing so furiously in that notebook of yours?â
Y/N raised an eyebrow as she picked up the menu. âYou mean the âmystery notebookâ that you keep trying to pry into? Not a chance.â
âCome on,â he said, leaning forward with an exaggerated pout. âYou canât keep a secret forever. Especially not from me.â
Y/N rolled her eyes but couldnât help laughing. âNice try. Maybe if you guess right, Iâll tell you.â
âDeal.â Mingyu grinned like he had already won. âBut first, whatâs your go-to comfort food? And what drinks should we get? I need to know if youâre a pizza or pasta person before it kills me.â
âDepends on the mood,â she said, glancing over the menu. âBut tonight? Definitely pasta and red wine. You?â
âPizza all the way, yes to the wine for sure, I might get white though? Better for the red sauce is what Iâve heard before, not sure if itâs true.â he said confidently. â But Iâm flexible. We can share if you want to try both.â
The waiter had just placed their wine glasses on the table, a rich red for Y/N and a sparkling white for Mingyu, who claimed he wasnât much of a wine connoisseur but was always up for a little sparkle. As they clinked their glasses, the sound rang out softly, blending into the warm hum of conversation around them.Â
âTo new friends,â Mingyu said with a grin.Â
âAnd persistent ones,â Y/N added with a sly smile before taking a sip. The wine was smooth, warming her from the inside as much as the company did.Â
âSo,â Mingyu began, leaning back comfortably in his chair, âtell me something about you I wouldnât guess just by looking at you.â
Y/N tilted her head, thinking as she swirled the wine in her glass. âHm,I used to play the cello when I was younger. Like, seriously. Competitions and everything.â
âNo way,â Mingyu said, his eyes widening in surprise. âWhy donât you still play?â
âI got too busy with school, life, and, well, other things took over,â she said with a shrug, a touch of wistfulness in her voice. âBut it was fun while it lasted. Your turn.â
âSomething you wouldnât guess about me?â Mingyu echoed, rubbing his chin theatrically. âAlright. I once auditioned for a cooking show.â
Y/Nâs eyebrows shot up. âSeriously? What happened?â
âWell,â he began, leaning in like he was about to reveal a deep, dark secret, âI made it to the second round. But then I totally botched a dessert challenge because I got the sugar and salt mixed up.â
Y/N burst out laughing, nearly spilling her wine. âOh no! What were you trying to make?â
âA soufflĂ©,â Mingyu groaned, dramatically slumping in his chair. âI thought Iâd be impressive, but instead, I made the worldâs saltiest disaster.â
âI wouldâve loved to see that,â Y/N said, still laughing. âYouâre brave, though. I can barely cook for myself, let alone under pressure.â
âWell, lucky for you, I happen to be a pretty decent cook these days,â Mingyu said with a wink. âMaybe Iâll redeem myself and cook for you sometime.â
Y/N arched an eyebrow but smiled. âWeâll see about that. Iâll be the judge. Ramsay style.âÂ
The conversation naturally shifted as the wine loosened their inhibitions. Y/N talked about her love for old bookstores and how she could lose hours flipping through dusty pages, imagining the lives of people who owned them before. Mingyu shared his obsession with spontaneous road trips, confessing that he once drove five hours just to try a diner he saw on TV.Â
âYouâre kidding,â Y/N said, incredulous but amused. âWas it worth it?â
âAbsolutely,â Mingyu said, his eyes lighting up at the memory. âBest blueberry pancakes of my life..â
Y/N shook her head, smiling. âYouâre so carefree. I donât know if I could ever just get up and go like that.âÂ
âWhy not?â Mingyu asked, genuinely curious. âSometimes the best moments are the unplanned ones.â
âMaybe,â she conceded, taking another sip of wine. âBut Iâm more of a planner. I like knowing whatâs ahead.â
âWell,â Mingyu said, his tone playful but with a trace of sincerity, âif you ever feel like throwing the plan out the window, let me know. Iâm pretty good at finding adventures.â
Their conversation was momentarily interrupted when the waiter approached with their pizzaâa perfectly charred margherita, the thin crust bubbling with golden edges, fresh basil leaves glistening against the vibrant red of the tomato sauce. The aroma alone made Y/Nâs stomach rumble, but neither of them reached for a slice right away. Instead, they lingered over their wine, the warm, dim light casting a golden glow over the table as their laughter filled the space between them.
Mingyu leaned back in his chair, his grin wide as he recounted one of his more daring childhood memories. âSo, I was about ten, and I decided I was going to build the fucking coolest treehouse in the neighborhood,â he said, gesturing animatedly. âI had this old plank of wood, some rusty nails, and no clue what I was doing, obviously. I climbed up this huge tree in my backyardâlike, way higher than I shouldâveâand started hammering away. Next thing I know, one of the branches snapped, and there I was, dangling halfway up the tree, screaming for my mom.â
Y/N gasped, covering her mouth with her hand, but the corners of her lips twitched in amusement. âNo way. You didnât fall, did you?â
âNo,â Mingyu said, shaking his head dramatically. âBut I was stuck for maybe three hours? My mom had to call the neighbors to bring a ladder. And the worst part? My treehouse was just some lame ass piece of wood dangling from the tree like I was. It wasnât exactly the cool architectural design I pictured.â
Y/N burst out laughing, nearly spilling her wine. âThatâs hilarious. I can totally picture you as this ambitious little kid, full of big plans and no backup.â
âOh, absolutely,â Mingyu said, chuckling. âI had all the ideas but zero execution. What about you? Any wild childhood adventures? Secret missions rather, since youâre a mystery.âÂ
Y/N hesitated for a moment, then her expression softened, a faraway look in her eyes. âYouâre a little bit of a smartass, huh? When I was fifteen, I used to sneak out of the house late at nightânot to go to parties or anything. Iâd climb out my bedroom window and bike to this hill just outside town. It was the perfect spot to stargaze. Iâd lie there for hours, just staring at the sky, convinced I was going to be an astronomer one day. And as I got older I still go sometimes, just to have a beer and sit alone, it helps me relax.â
Mingyuâs smile softened, his gaze lingering on her as she spoke. âThat sounds really nice actually,â he said, his voice quieter now. âWhy astronomy?â
âI think I liked how small it made me feel,â Y/N admitted, swirling her wine glass absently. âLike, no matter how big my problems seemed, they were nothing compared to the universe. Plus, I thought if I studied the stars, maybe I could find some meaning up there. I was always sort of lost as a kid, too shy to make a lot of friends, too terrible at sports to have nobody laughing at me when I would try out for teams, all that.â
âI feel like youâre selling yourself short,â Mingyu said sincerely. âSo you still go?â
Y/N shook her head, a wistful smile tugging at her lips. âNot as much anymore. Life got busier, you know? But I think about it sometimes. I miss how peaceful it was.â
âWell,â Mingyu said, leaning forward with a playful glint in his eyes, ânext time you want to chase stars, let me know. I think I have a spot youâd like.â
Y/N laughed, raising an eyebrow. âYouâd sit in silence under the stars? No smart ass remarks or treehouse stories?â
âHey, shut up. I can be quiet,â Mingyu defended, though his grin gave him away. âFor a little while, at least. But no promises if I see a shooting star. Youâre supposed to make a wish, right? Mine would be to bring alcohol and snacks.â
Y/N chuckled, shaking her head as she reached for a slice of pizza at last. âYouâre impossible.â
âAnd yet, here we are,â he teased, raising his glass for another toast. As their glasses clinked again, their laughter and stories spilled over like the wine in their glassesâeasy, unhurried, and warm. Mingyu leaned back in his seat, his wine glass balanced loosely in his hand, and gave Y/N a look that was equal parts playful and sincere. âIâm serious, though. You tell me when you want to go stargazing, and Iâll make it happen. Snacks, drinks, blanketsâyou name it. Iâll even promise to be quiet for the first ten minutes.â
Y/N smirked, taking a small bite of her pizza. âTen whole minutes of silence? That might actually be a record for you.â
âDonât push it,â Mingyu shot back with a laugh. âYouâd miss my voice too much.â
âDebatable,â she teased, but her smile lingered, softening the edge of her words.
They fell into a comfortable rhythm, their conversation weaving between playful banter and moments of genuine connection. Mingyu asked her more about her writing, his questions thoughtful and encouraging, and Y/N found herself sharing more than she expectedâher half-formed ideas, her struggles with self-doubt, and her dream of one day publishing a book that might make someone feel the way she did when she opened a favorite story.
âI feel like youâre already halfway there,â Mingyu said, his tone serious now. âYou light up when you talk about it. Itâs nice to see you smile talking about something.â
She looked down at her glass, feeling the heat rise to her cheeks. âYou make it sound so easy.â
âMaybe itâs not easy,â he admitted, âbut that doesnât mean itâs not worth it. Besides, if you ever need a cheerleader, Iâm available. Very affordable, tooâjust pay me in pizza.â
Y/N laughed, her nerves dissolving under his earnest encouragement. âIâll keep that in mind. What about you? Whatâs your big dream?â
Mingyu hesitated for a moment, tapping his fingers lightly on the table. âHonestly? I think Iâm still figuring it out. But I know I want to make people happy, you know? Whether itâs through cooking, making them laugh, or just being there when they need someone. Thatâs what feels right to me.â
âThatâs a pretty great dream,â Y/N said, her voice softening. âAnd I think youâre already doing it.â
Their eyes met, and for a brief moment, the noise of the restaurant seemed to fade away. Mingyuâs smile turned a little sheepish, and he scratched the back of his neck. âWell, Iâm glad to know Iâve got at least one satisfied customer.â
Y/N rolled her eyes but couldnât stop herself from smiling. âYouâre not terrible company, I guess.â
âHigh praise,â Mingyu teased, raising his glass again. âTo not being terrible company.â
Y/N clinked her glass against his, her laughter mixing with his as they returned to their meal. As the night wore on, the slices slowly disappeared, but the conversation never lost its spark. They lingered long after the plates were cleared, talking about everything from childhood dreams to places they wanted to travel.
Eventually, the waiter discreetly dropped off the check, and Mingyu reached for it without hesitation. âDonât even think about it,â he said when Y/N protested.
âI couldâve at least split it with you,â she said, crossing her arms.
âYou could have,â Mingyu replied with a cheeky grin. âBut then I wouldnât get to say I treated you on our first official hangout. You can cover the snacks for stargazingâdeal?â
Y/N sighed, shaking her head with a smile. âDeal.â
As they stepped out into the crisp night air, the city lights casting a soft glow on the streets, Mingyu turned to her. âSo, was I as annoying as you thought Iâd be?â
âAnnoying? Yes,â Y/N said, her lips twitching in amusement. âBut I donât mind.â
âIâll take it,â Mingyu said with a laugh. âThanks for tonight, Y/N. It was probably one of the most fun things Iâve done in a while.âÂ
âIt was,â she admitted, surprised by how much she meant it. âSee you tomorrow, persistent coffee guy?â
âOh, youâll see me,â he said, winking before turning to head down the street. âUnless I see you first, Mysterious Corner Person.â
Y/N watched him walk away, a warmth settling in her chest. As she started toward home, she couldnât help but smile, already looking forward to their next meeting.
As the dawn broke, the soft glow of the morning sun streamed through the windows of the cafĂ©, casting a warm hue over everything. Y/N sat at her usual corner spot, absently scrolling through her phone while waiting for her favorite annoying friend. The comforting aroma of freshly brewed coffee filled the air, mingling with the sound of light chatter and the clinking of cups. She hadnât quite managed to shake off the memory of last nightâMingyu's laughter, the way his eyes sparkled when he spoke, and the lingering warmth of their conversation.
Just as she checked her watch to see if Mingyu had been late or not, she heard the tinkle of the doorbell, drawing her attention. In walked Mingyu, a wide grin plastered on his face, walking up to grab two steaming cups of coffee in his hands. Y/Nâs heart did a little flip; she couldn't help but smile back as he approached her with the casual confidence that always made her stomach flutter.
âI brought you your favorite,â he said, placing the cup in front of her. âConsider this an apology for being too charming last night. I didnât mean to sweep you off your feet or anything.â The teasing lilt in his voice made Y/N chuckle, though she rolled her eyes playfully, masking the warmth tinting her cheeks.
âToo charming, huh? Is that even a thing?â she shot back, taking a sip and savoring the familiar taste. With every interaction, she found herself drawn deeper into the lighthearted banter they had cultivated. He sat down across from her, his playful nature washing away any remnants of a serious morning.
As days turned into weeks, those spontaneous coffee runs became the highlight of Y/N's mornings. Each day, Mingyu would find a new reason to lingerâasking about her weekend plans, recounting strange dreams that had caused him to wake up giggling, or debating the merits of pineapple on pizza. There were moments when their conversations would drift into deeper territory, discussing their aspirations, fears, and the odd twists life threw their way.Â
Y/N soon discovered that Mingyu had an uncanny ability to make even the most mundane topics feel important. One Tuesday, as they squabbled over the best pizza toppings, he insisted, âPeppers and onions bring out the true flavor of the cheese!â which led to an impromptu debate that had them both laughing until their sides hurt.Â
She found herself anticipating these morning rituals, a bubble of happiness blossoming in her chest at the mere thought of seeing him. What started as a casual coffee run had morphed into something undeniably specialâshe began to crave his company more than she cared to admit.Â
Despite her attempts to play it cool, every shared laugh, every gently lingering gaze exchanged started to intertwine their lives in ways she hadnât expected. Each day, the corner cafĂ© felt a little more like a second home, not just because of the coffee, but because of Mingyuâs presence. Occasionally, sheâd catch herself daydreaming about what it would be like to invite him over for a pizza night or to share a quiet evening watching movies, a little voice in her head whispering fears of slipping from friendship into something deeperâsomething beautiful yet terrifying.
But for now, they relished the simplicityâthe easy comfort of shared coffee, laughter, and the exhilarating thrill of something unspoken hanging softly between them, waiting for the right moment to blossom.
After weeks of easy laughter and coffee-filled mornings, Mingyuâemboldened by Y/N's growing fondness for their time togetherâdecided it was time to showcase his culinary prowess. He had mentioned his love for cooking during one of their coffee chats, specifically teasing about a past cooking show attempt that had ended in disaster when he mistakenly used salt instead of sugar in a dessert. It was an absolute failure, but the way he recounted it had left Y/N in stitches, and she couldnât help but encourage him to put that experience behind him.Â
So it was with a mischievous smile that Mingyu sent her a message inviting her over to his place for a âproper meal.â His confidence was infectious, and Y/N found herself excited at the prospect of spending an evening cooking together, even if she glimpsed a little fear behind her excitement.
That Saturday evening, Y/N arrived at his apartment with a spring in her step, holding a bottle of wine as her contribution to the dinner. Mingyu greeted her at the door, a cute apron tied around his waist, and his hair slightly tousled as if he had been preparing all day. The kitchen already smelled inviting, with the simmering of something savory in the background.
âWelcome to my kitchen.â he declared, flinging open his arms in mock grandeur. âPrepare to be blown away.â Y/N giggled, feeling a playful banter already brewing between them as they stepped into the kitchen.Â
They started a little unsure, mixing up ingredients and dancing around each other in the small space. Laughter filled the air as he guided her through the preparation of their meal. Chopping vegetables turned into a chopping competition, resulting in some accidentally discarded pieces flying across the countertop. They were both a bit clumsy, but it only added to the charm of the evening.Â
However, chaos ensued as Y/N intentionally mixed up the sugar and salt while measuring the ingredients for the sauce. As a callback to make fun of Mingyuâs cooking show embarrassment hoping he wouldnât take it to heart too much.Â
Mingyuâs face morphed from confusion to pure horror as he tasted the sauce. âWhat is this? Are you fucking with me?â he exclaimed, trying to keep a straight face but failing miserably, a burst of laughter erupting between them.
âHey, I thought we could give you a call back to your days as an aspiring chef. You were just telling me to âadd seasoningâ!â Y/N retorted, her laughter bubbling over.Â
The kitchen transformed into a battleground of flour and spills as they attempted to clean up the mess, dashing here and there grabbing paper towels and laughing uncontrollably as they dodged flour clouds that seemed intent on sticking to every surfaceâincluding themselves. The floor bore witness to a sprinkling of flour footprints leading from sink to counter and back.Â
âOkay, okay. Clearly, weâre not going to win a Michelin star tonight,â Mingyu chuckled, wiping a hand across his forehead, flour now dusting his cheek.Â
âMaybe we should just clean up and order takeout? Sorry for fucking up your nice mealâ Y/N suggested with a grin, realizing neither of them had even started on the main course yet.Â
âI have a feeling this was your plan all along, think Iâm going to poison you?â He nodded enthusiastically.Â
âAbsolutely.âÂ
They huddled over his phone, browsing menus and sharing a laugh about different food combinations, all the while enjoying the relaxed comfort of each otherâs company. As they placed their order, Mingyu playfully bemoaned the âgreatest culinary disaster of the century,â and Y/N couldnât help but tease him about his cooking abilities.
When the food finally arrived, they sat down on the couch, a jumble of takeout containers and mismatched plates, laughter still dancing in the air. They dug in, enjoying their food with a warmth that stemmed not just from the flavors but from the shared experience that had turned their simple dinner into pure chaos, followed by comfort as their legs touched settled into his cozy sofa, which they both pretended not to acknowledge.Â
In between bites, their conversation flowed easily, the earlier chaos of the kitchen forgotten, only to be replaced by gentle teasing and heartfelt discussions. The evening had not gone as planned, yet in those moments, Y/N felt a closeness to Mingyu that she hadn't fully anticipated and wasnâre sure what it meant.Â
As they polished off the last of their takeout, they leaned back against the couch, feeling the loosening tension from the day, laughter still bubbling between them. She glanced at him, his face lit up with a satisfied grin, and realized that this was far more memorable than if everything had gone perfectly. The spilled flour and overly salty sauce had become their personal anecdotes, stories to reminisce about, etched into their growing relationship.Â
And even amid the mess, she felt something shiftâthis was more than just a casual evening; it was a bond that deepened with every laugh shared and every slight mistake made together. In the cozy warmth of the moment, Y/N found herself contemplating just how right it felt to be here with Mingyu.Â
âDo you-âÂ
They both said at the same time, their laughter flowing still. Y/n prompted Mingyu to talk first, grabbing the can of sweating beer sitting on his coffee table and taking a swig.Â
âNo, just do you ever think about how crazy it is that we met each other?â Mingyu watched y/n's expression as if she was a television character. âWe were strangers a few weeks ago and now here we are, I feel like Iâve known you my whole life.âÂ
Y/N felt a warmth bloom in her chest at his words, a flutter of something electric that made her heart race. Swallowing her sip of beer, she considered his question, the implications of it wrapping around her like a blanket. âIt is sort of crazy,â she replied softly, leaning back against the couch and crossing her arms as she reflected on their journey. âJust a few weeks ago, we were two random people in a coffee shop, sharing awkward small talk over our drinks.â
Mingyu chuckled, his laughter warm and inviting, causing Y/N to smile at the memory. âRight? I remember how you tried to hide your eye roll when I started rambling about my guilty pleasure shows. You've been way more patient with my quirks than I deserve.â
âHey, you didnât have to twist my arm to talk about junk food and reality TV. Thatâs a gift you offered me,â she replied, nudging him playfully with her elbow. âBut seriously, I donât know. It just feels almost too easy with you.â
He nodded, the sincerity on his face deepening. âAbsolutely. I had this fear that after my cooking show mishap, Iâd never cook for anyone ever again. But, somehow, I feel comfortable with you. Like I can be myselfâflour-covered and all..Â
âI get that.â she replied, her heart still racing from the way his eyes searched hers, filled with an openness that was rarely offered. âItâs everythingâour late-night talks about nothing and everything, all those moments and I like that I donât feel pressure to impress you.â
Mingyuâs gaze softened as he let her words sink in, a smile spreading across his faceâa mix of relief and happiness. âI feel the same way. I guess itâs nice to find someone who can appreciate you for who you are, flaws and all.â
âI thought you didnât have any flaws?âÂ
The atmosphere shifted slightly, a gentle gravity settling around them as they shared this moment of vulnerability. It felt like the world outside had faded away, leaving only the sacred space between them filled with thoughtful breaths and unspoken words.
Then, suddenly, Mingyu leaned a little closer, his elbow resting on his knee as he caught her gaze with an intensity that made her heart flutter even more. âYou know⊠I think the best part about getting to know you is discovering how we both navigate our own messiness. Weâre both a little chaotic in our own ways, and itâs refreshing to find someone else who can embrace that.â
Y/N felt her cheeks heat up as Mingyuâs honesty wrapped around her like warmth. She knew that beneath the laughter and playful teasing, he was speaking to something significant happening between them. âItâs like we balance each other out, right? Your zero flaws perfectly complement my complete lack of many. â
He threw his head back in laughter, and it vibrated through them both like a comforting echo. Touching her thigh out of instinct.Â
Mingyuâs expression shifted then, his eyes earnest yet playful as he leaned in closer, robes of laughter giving way to something deeper. âOkay, but in all seriousnessâwhat do you think happens next for us? I mean, if we keep this up?â
Y/N swallowed hard, feeling the weight of his question, a mixture of excitement and vulnerability swirling in her chest. Tilting her head slightly, she studied his face, a thought bubbling to the surface that she hadnât articulated before. âI guess we keep figuring it out. I know thatâs a lame ass answer, but-âÂ
Mingyuâs face brightened, and he nodded enthusiastically. âWeâll have takeout nights, of courseâmaybe even attempt cooking again when weâre feeling bold.â
âYes. But with a solid plan in place this time,â she teased, her heart warming at his enthusiasm. âwhatever this is.â
âWhatever this is,â he echoed with a soft smile, stretching his arm out along the back of the couch, leaving just enough space for her to lean against him if she wanted to. The gesture lingered in the air, an invitation that made her pulse quicken.
Taking a deep breath, Y/N felt a wave of courage washing over her. She shifted closer, rationally giving way to instinct, and in that moment of intimacy, she let herself lean against him, their bodies fitting together effortlessly.Â
âAnd I wouldnât want to do it with anyone else,â she murmured softly, feeling a profound shift in their dynamic as she nestled against Mingyuâs side. Warmth enveloped her, not just from his body, but from the genuine connection they had forged. She took her hands to his warm cheeks and brushed off the lingering flour, running her fingers over his soft lips.Â
Mingyuâs arm instinctively draped around her shoulders, holding her close, and she felt an undeniable sense of belonging in his presence. âYou canât be this close to me and not kiss me.â he replied quietly, and she could hear the sincerity in his voice, the gravity of their shared moment.
As she stared at him in silence for a minute, a smile washed over her face as she leaned in and made a path to his lips with hers instead at the last minute swerving and giving him a kiss on the cheek playfully.Â
Laughter bubbled between them, lightening the tension that had built in the air. Mingyu looked momentarily surprised, his eyes widening and brows raising in mock disappointment. âOh, come on. That was a dick move.â
Y/N giggled, the sound of a playful melody that danced around them in the cozy space. âI couldnât help it. The look on your face was so worth it.â She winked mischievously, enjoying how their moment, which had felt so heavy and charged just seconds before, had shifted into this playful teasing.
Mingyu chuckled, shaking his head in playful disbelief. âYouâre so mean.â He feigned frustration, but the warmth of his expression and the sparkle in his eyes told her just how much he enjoyed her whimsy. Â
Pride swelled within her at his compliment, and her cheeks flushed at the spontaneity of it all. They were sharing this beautiful blend of fun and intimacyâa carefree-ness that made her heart flutter and her stomach twist into knots of anticipation. She hesitated for a moment, still wrapped in the warmth of his presence, contemplating allowing the moment to settle in further.Â
âOkay, okay⊠Iâll redeem myself,â she said softly, meeting his gaze with a hint of seriousness beneath her earlier teasing. The shift in her tone caught his attention, and his playful expression faded slightly, replaced with an intensity that made her pulse quicken.
âAre you sure?â Mingyu asked, his voice low and filled with a vulnerability that made her heart ache in the best way.Â
Y/N bit her lip, feeling the boldness wash over her again, surpassing any lingering nerves. âI am,â she assured him, her heart hammering as she leaned in closer this time, matching his gaze as they hovered just inches apart. âI guess weâve come too far to hold back now, right?âÂ
âRight,â he breathed, his eyes darkening with something primal, something that sent a shiver of excitement coursing through her. The air between them felt charged, electric, as if they were daring each other to bridge the final distance.
In one swift movement, she closed the small gap, finally pressing her lips against his in a soft, tentative kiss. It was gentle at first, teetering on the edge of hesitation, but as Mingyu respondedâhis lips molding to hers with a warmth she'd yearned for.
Time seemed to blur around them as they savored the kiss, allowing the moment to expand, realizing that this was a milestone in their relationship. Y/Nâs heart raced as she instinctively wrapped her arms around his neck, drawing him closer still; she could feel the way he leaned into her, matching her eagerness. Each touch ignited sparks, tossing her into a whirlwind of longing that was both intoxicating and exhilarating.Â
When they finally pulled back, breathless, she leaned her forehead against his, her heart racing from the tenderness that hung in the air between them. Mingyuâs eyes were bright, reflecting the disbelief and joy of their shared moment. âWow.âÂ
âYeah?â she asked softly, a shy smile breaking across her face. âBecause, Iâd say it was mediocre.âÂ
The lightness returned, and Mingyu laughed, the sound lifting her spirits even more. âShut up, youâre a liar, you were basically begging me for more. â
âI might need another later, just so you can redeem yourself.âÂ
âI can make that happen, you know.âÂ
They grinned at each other, a shared understanding deepening their connection even further. The world outside felt like an echo, distant and unimportant as they savored this newfound bond, filled with untapped potential and the joy of each otherâs company.
âCan you imagine what our friends would say if they knew we spent the night making a mess and then ended with a make-out session?â Mingyu said, his laughter still dancing in the air.
Y/N shook her head, chuckling softly. âWho knows? They might be incredibly jealous we got to have missed out on our âdisasterâ of an evening. But honestly, I wouldnât change it for anything.â
âMe neither,â he replied, his tone shifting back to sincerity. âBut just so you know, Iâm claiming the next time we cook together you just sit and watch.â
âAnd why is that?â Y/N asked, raising an eyebrow in playful skepticism, her heart dancing at his enthusiasm.
âSo I can look sexy for you in the kitchen and you might kiss me again, obviously.â he declared dramatically.Â
Y/N couldnât help but laugh, her heart swelling with affection for his silliness. âAlright, chef. You have yourself a deal. But next time? Iâm bringing dessert.â
âMaybe Iâll just have you for dessert.â Mingyu said with a teasing grin, and she felt her cheeks flush once again in delight.Â
With that playful banter, the rest of the night melted away into easy laughter, light touches, and the thrill of new beginnings. She felt something incredible blooming between them, something beautiful that blended friendship with a newfound romantic spark, and she couldnât wait to see where their journey might take them next.Â
As they settled back on the couch, Y/N nestled against him once more, content with the knowledge that whatever chaos life threw their way, they would tackle it togetherâwith laughter, love, and perhaps a little less clothes involved.
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How they approach you ⧠Check their Mars Sign
Mars symbolizes our energy, desires, and pursuit methods. It's associated with our passion, sex drive, and how we chase what we need. In relationships, Mars plays a significant role. It's about how we express our desires, assert ourselves, and handle conflict.
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Mars in Aries
They're similar to determined marathon runners who charge forward with enthusiasm, undeterred by any obstacles. Just don't be surprised if they occasionally bump into a wall or two in their relentless pursuit.
Mars in Taurus They're the patient gardeners of love, carefully tending to their relationships like nurturing plants. They take their time to analyze the soil, wait for the perfect weather, and then make their move with unwavering determination.
Mars in Gemini They're the social chameleons of dating, adapting their approach to match the vibe of the person they're interested in. It's like they have a whole wardrobe of different personalities they can slip into, making them the masters of versatility.
Mars in Cancer They're the masters of dropping hints, leaving a trail of clues like a mischievous detective. They keep you on your toes with their mysterious and unpredictable behavior, making every interaction feel like an episode of a thrilling crime drama.
Mars in Leo They're the extravagant romantics, showering their love interest with grand gestures and lavish gifts. They believe in expressing themselves boldly and fearlessly, even if it means occasionally emptying their wallet in the process.
Mars in Virgo They're the undercover romantics, pretending to be cool and collected on the surface while secretly hoping for the other person to make the first move. It's like they're playing a game of emotional hide-and-seek, waiting for someone to uncover their hidden desires.
Mars in Libra They're the hesitant lovers, constantly second-guessing themselves and fearing rejection. They overanalyze every move and struggle with decision-making, like someone trying to choose the perfect Instagram filter for their relationship.
Mars in Scorpio They're the stealthy strategists, waiting in the shadows for the perfect moment to strike. They believe in the power of patience and calculated action, like a ninja plotting their next move.
Mars in Sagittarius They're the jacks-of-all-trades in the game of love. They have a bag full of tricks to please their partner, from witty banter to spontaneous adventures. They're like a one-person circus, always ready to entertain and surprise.
Mars in Capricorn They're the master manipulators, using their cunning and wit to get what they want. They play the game of love like a seasoned chess player, making calculated moves and occasionally catching their opponents off guard.
Mars in Aquarius They're the enigmatic superheroes, silently observing from the sidelines until they muster up the courage to reveal their feelings in a blink-and-you'll-miss-it moment. It's like they have a secret identity, waiting for the perfect time to save the day.
Mars in Pisces They're the poetic dreamers, expressing their feelings in intricate metaphors and whimsical prose. Trying to understand their emotions is like converting a riddle wrapped in a love letter, but once you unravel the mystery, it's like discovering a hidden treasure.
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ok so⊠was on the bus todayâŠall of a suddenâŠ
POP NEW AU IDEA BETTER JOT THIS DOWN BEFORE IT LEAVES ME AAA-
presenting
da Inside out journalism/undercover au???
In this AU, Disgust and Envy are the stars of the show! Theyâre an aspiring journalist duo who hope they can get their big break with a hit story. Alongside their partner Anxiety, they have their watchful eyes on a criminal group, The Rainbow Renegades. Made up of 6 members, these guys are tough cookies to deal with, and so Disgust, Envy and Anxiety will have to use their smarts to get intel and bust these outlaws. However, the duo doesnât know that they have a secret weapon that can help them bust the Renegades, but it wonât come out to them that easilyâŠ
Characters
Journalists
Disgust
The lead investigator. Loves dressing up and writing about gossip. Sheâs been doing it ever since high school. Runs a small newspaper/magazine with her sister Envy called HotGloss News. Having sewing and fashion design as a hobby, she uses this skill to her advantage and designs all sorts of disguises for the trio to use. Her biggest weakness? Bias.
Envy
Disgustâs little sister and partner. She aspires to be just like her sister when she grows up, and run her own newsletter! Despite only being 9 years old, she helps her sis in investigations and does it amazingly. I mean, nobody expects a child to be an undercover investigator! She has a blossoming friendship with Anxiety, and often wants to tag along with her when she goes out, even though she keeps insisting that she shouldnât. Huh.
Anxiety
A friend of Disgustâs that took this job to aid the duo in getting intel. Also, itâs just fun to go undercover and spy on people. Anxiety says sheâs also trying to escape something from weighing on her, but the âsomethingâ she mentions is unknown. She goes out often to run errands of her own, but always comes back out of breath, tired, and nervous. Sometimes she even seems to come back hurt in some way, which makes this habit sketchier. Little do Disgust and Envy know, she has something bigger hiding behind their backâŠ
The Rainbow Renegades
Sunshine (Joy)
The leader of the Renegades. Always comes up with a devious plan to smash and grab. Her specialty being the âsunburstâ in which she pulls out a gun and spins while pulling the trigger. Sounds cute, but itâs extremely deadly.
Flamethrower (Anger)
The Renegade best known for setting the ransacked place on fire. For some reason, it comes out of his head. (!?)
Greg (Fear)
Instead of having a super-cool alias like the other renegades, this guy just goes by âGregâ. But donât let his vulnerable personality and look fool you, as he has strength at unbelievable levels.
Au_revoir46377 (Ennui)
The renegadesâ in house hacker. Going by her online username, she finds places that got the goods they want, and locates them for the renegades to ransack. Also usually turns off all security cameras as well.
Smasher (Embarrassment)
On the same floor as Greg, but Smasher is a bit more shy to throw punches. Heâd rather just take the stuff.
The most important character, out of all of them, is actually Anxiety, and for a special reason. Remember how I mentioned that she goes out fairly often, and comes back suspiciously exhausted every time? Well, thatâs because sheâs secretly part of the Rainbow Renegades.
Zap (Anxietyâs alter ego)
When Anxiety goes out to ârun errands,â what sheâs really saying is that sheâs going to go meet up with her comrades, the Rainbow Renegades, and go break the law. Under the alias Zap, she is probably one of the greatest criminals the Renegades have ever had. She can pull off a heist that would usually take more than one person, all under one minute. In fact, Sunshine considers her the bestest friend and partner in crime sheâs ever had! However, both sides donât know about her identity on the other. Disgust and Envy donât know about her criminal life as Zap. The Rainbow Renegades donât know about her real and investigator life as Anxiety. Yet, sheâs way too nervous to come out to both. She thinks sheâll either disappoint or enrage either of them. So for now, sheâs just going to figure out how to live a double life.
dw guys the bakery au is still alive and well :> just gonna have my head on this one for a while⊠AND IM GONNA WRITE IT ON AO3-
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Too Much (Little Sister Version)
Dean Winchester & little sister!reader
Requested by @redbird-tf
Synopsis: you have nightmares of dying like Mary, and you start to get really clingy with Dean.
It started out in a subtle way. Your first nightmare had been vague, and though it had jarred you, it wasnât enough to curb your day-to-day activitiesâŠmuch.
âIâm going for a supply run.â Deanâs words had you looking up from the homework youâd been working on. âWeâre out of beerâŠand food.â
âIâll come.â You were on your feet before the words even left your mouth.
âItâs just a quick run,â Dean argued. âDonât you have homework?â
âIt can wait,â you insisted, already on your way to the Impala. âLetâs go!â
Of course it would be Deanâit had always been Dean. Sure, he had his anger issues and his bad moments. He drank too much and he isolated himself when he was upset. But he always came back; when Sam was at Stanford, when dad disappeared, it was always you and Dean.
So when you started having nightmares about burning on the ceiling, Dean was who you turned to.
Scary things shouldnât phase you anymore, not after all youâd seen. But this was different. Your whole life youâd heard âwhat happened to mom.â Never any specificsâit was always, âthe demon killed mom,â or âwhat the demon did to Mary.â Nobody ever gave you any details; they always said you didnât need to know.
So when you snuck into Deanâs room in the bunker and stole dadâs journal, you were in for a surprise.
The pages youâd read had been stuck togetherâit didnât look like anyone had read themâand it took you a moment to peel them apart.
I went to visit a shrink todayâI thought he might be a vampire. I went in undercover, booked myself an appointment. I figured out pretty quickly that he wasnât a monster, but I didnât leave. It sounds stupid, but I actually talked to him. Told him about Mary. Well, as much as I could tell, which is more than Iâve told anyone. Point is, he told me to write down what happened to her. Every detail I could remember. I donât like thinking about herâŠbut maybe he was right. Little Sammy asked about Mary just the other day, and I yelled at him. I still feel badâŠitâs not his fault, heâs just a kid. Maybe this is the only way Iâll be able to talk about her, but maybe thatâll be enough to keep me from going off on the kids. So here goesâŠ
And John had laid out every gory detail of that night, and youâd read the whole thing. Youâd always thought it would be better knowing; that it would somehow bring you some extra closure to know how your motherâs final moments went. You were wrong.
And so came the nightmares. The first one was fuzzy and indistinct; a fire, the sound of screaming. But it was enough to have you going with Dean whenever he left the bunker.
The second one was more vivid. It was also when you realized that it wasnât your mother you were dreaming aboutâit was you.
It was so realâyou felt the demonâs powers slashing open your stomach, you felt your body lifting off the floorâŠ
But the worst part was the heat. It stung your eyes and sizzled against your blood and seared your skin. You tried to scream, but the smoke choked you and stopped your voice. You struggled to inhale, coughing on the smoke and crying at the pain that lit up every nerve ending.
The bright light of the fire left first, then slowly afterwards the pain. But you were still choking and gasping for breath when you sat up in your bed.
âDean,â you whimpered, the lone word echoing through your empty room. You werenât quite used to the bunker yetâyou were so used to the motels, where your brothers were right next to you at all times. Most of the time it was annoying, but right nowâŠ
You threw your covers off you, finally getting a hold of your runaway breathing as you padded barefoot towards your door. You couldnât stay in this roomâit was this room that youâd dreamt of, this ceiling that youâd burned on.
You flung your door open and started down the hall, but you only got halfway to Deanâs room before you stopped. You couldnât go to him like this, a tear-streaked mess in the middle of the night; he would know something was wrong, and then youâd have to talk about it.
You couldnât talk about it.
A bang from the kitchen stole your attention and your breath, your mind wandering towards images of a yellow-eyed intruder. You tip-toed to the kitchen, peaking around the corner and breathing easily when you saw Dean rummaging in the fridge for a beer.
You slipped into the kitchen, heading straight for Dean.
âYouâre up early,â he greeted, stiffening in surprise when you wrapped your arms around him. âHey, something wrong?â
âNo,â you mumbled, your voice muffled by his shirt. âGood morning,â you added lamely as you pulled away, as if the greeting would explain away the hug.
âYeah, mornin.â Dean shrugged, choosing to ignore your strange behavior. âCouldnât sleep? Itâs only 5.â
It was later than youâd thought.
âNot really,â you said. âCan we make breakfast?â You werenât hungry, but youâd take any excuse to keep Dean close.
âOnly if you get the bacon,â Dean said with a grin.
âI think weâre out,â you answered.
âUnacceptable,â Dean decided. âYou start on the pancakes, Iâll make a run.â
âWait! UmâŠâ you wracked your brain for an excuse. âUm, the pancakes can wait, Iâll go with you.â
Dean squinted ever so slightly as he stared you downâthat was twice in a week that you wanted to go with him to the store without a good reason.
âYou sure youâre ok?â He asked.
âYeah, justâŠI want some fresh air.â
âAlright.â You both knew he didnât believe you, but neither of you brought it up again.
You felt pathetic as you trailed behind Dean, but the idea of sitting around the empty bunker alone until he got back or Sam woke upâŠ
You just couldnât do it. You couldnât feel safe anymore, not even in your own home, without Dean around.
You sat just a little closer to Dean than you normally would once you got into the Impala, sitting towards the middle of the seat even though the right side was empty. You felt Dean watching you from the corner of his eye, but to your relief he didnât say anything.
âŠ
âOk, so how many pounds do we want?â You held a brand of bacon in each hand, eyeing them both. When Dean didnât respond to your question, you turned around to find the cart there, but no Dean. âDean?â You glanced up and down the aisle, but he wasnât in sight. You threw both bacon packages into the cart and ran down the aisle, going down the row and looking frantically down every aisle you passed. Nothing, nothing, nothing, nothing.
You rubbed a hand against your chest when your next breath wouldnât go through your tightened wind pipe. You tried to take deep breaths, but each one was less satisfying than the last. Once you reached the last aisle with still no Dean, you turned around and started back the way you came, hoping that he was down an aisle on the other side of the store.
âDean? Dean!â You were calling his name, but you could barely even hear your winded and squeaky voice in the vast emptiness of the store, so you knew there was no way Dean could.
You passed the aisle with your cart and kept going, looking down the first, then the secondâŠ
âDean!â You rushed forward, flinging yourself into Deanâs surprised embrace.
âHey, what happened?â Dean was stiff and alert, whipping his head around to see what had spooked you.
âI couldnât find you,â you whimpered, tightening your arms around Deanâs midsection. âI-I didnât know where you went. Donât do that to me!â
âOk, ok hey Iâm sorry,â Dean soothed, pulling away and kneeling down, brushing your hair out of your face so he could see you. âCâmon, whatâs going on with you? Whatâs got you so spooked?â
You didnât answerâyou just launched yourself forwards and wrapped your arms around Deanâs neck, burrowing your head against his shoulder.
âDonât leave me,â you pleaded.
âOk, ok.â Dean held you closely, rubbing your back. âOk Iâm right here kiddo. Letâs get out of here, ok? Letâs go home.â
âŠ
You held Deanâs hand in vice grip on the way out to the car, but he didnât comment on it. He waited until you were safely bundled into the Impala to speak again.
âKid, you need to tell me whatâs going on here.â
âIâm fine,â you mumbled. âI donât want to talk about it.â
Dean glanced at you, but he didnât speak again.
âŠ
You were feeling lucky for most of the dayâSam and Dean spent the morning going through books in the library, so you were able to do your homework right next to Dean without warranting worry or attention.
âCheck this out.â Samâs words to Dean had you looking up curiously while Sam turned his computer around. âLooks like a case in town.â
Your heart dropped to your toesâyou were too young to hunt, so a hunt in town meant that you sat in the bunker while the boys were out.
They spent the next twenty minutes talking about the case before they got ready to head out. Dean was throwing guns in a bag in his room when you went to find him.
âWeâll be back tonight,â Dean promised. âBut if we find the thing thatâs killing these people, it might not be until late, so donât wait up ok?â
âCanât I come?â Your tug on Deanâs sleeve stopped his movements.
âYou know you canât,â he said. âWhatâs going on with you? And donât say nothing, because I know somethingâs wrong.â
âI just donât want you to go,â you said. âPlease De? Please donât leave me here alone.â
âYouâre not gonna tell me whatâs going on?â Dean asked.
You shook your head.
âThen I have no choice.â Dean sighed. âPeople are dying, and you canât come. I have to go.â Dean zipped up his bag and slung it over his shoulder. âWeâll be back before tomorrow.â
âDeanââ you reached out for your big brother, but in one stride he was out of your reach, then to the door, then he was gone.
âŠ
You were trying to read the same page over and over, but the words were swimming around the page, blurred by the tears in your eyes and the shaking in your hands that had the pages fluttering. You looked up for the millionth time, a deep pit in your stomach convincing you each time that the yellow eyes demon would be standing in your doorway, waiting to kill you.
You dropped the book on your desk with a thud, finally giving up on homeworkâyou wouldnât get anything done until Dean was home, you just couldnât focus.
You picked up your headphones and slipped them over your head, but you found that not being able to hear your surroundings made your anxiety even worse, and the soothing notes of your favorite song did nothing to help for once. You tried turning on the tv, but you found that you couldnât look away from the door for more than a few seconds before you started to get scared again.
Finally you couldnât take it anymoreâyou closed your room door, your bathroom, and even your closet; open doors just had your imagination running away with images of yellow eyes coming to kill you.
You burrowed yourself under the covers and tried to force yourself to sleep. Hour after hour you convinced yourself that youâd just never be able to sleep, but you didnât have anything else to do but keep trying, so you didnât move.
You were still laying there when the door opened.
âHey sweetheart,â Dean greeted. You smiled at him, and he smiled back for a second before the smile faded. âMe and Sammy have another caseâweâre gonna be gone a while, ok?â
âNo, wait!â You tried to get up to stop Dean, but you couldnât move. âDean, donât go! Dean donât leave!â
He was already out the door, and in his place stood Azazel, pale yellow eyes glowing in the darkness.
âDean!â You screamed, but it was too late; your pajamas were already soaked in blood coming from a painful gash across your stomach. You whimpered, finally able to move as you wrapped your arms around the wound as if you could protect yourself. You couldnât.
You were sobbing as your body lifted off the ground, your stomach lurching as you went from wall to ceiling. There was no warning spark, or small flameâyou were just suddenly and completely engulfed in flames, your hair burning and your skin scorched. You were still screaming when Dean came running back into the room.
âDean,â you whimpered. âDean no!â
Yellow eyes had a knife in his hand, and he turned it on your big brother in an instant. As the fire burned around you, you watched as Dean got stabbed again and again and againâŠ
You woke up screaming. The fire was gone, and so was the pain, but you couldnât even tell. Your eyes couldnât take in a single detail of the roomâthey were blurry and unfocused from sleep. Your brain couldnât decipher what parts of your dream were real and what werenât. You sobbed out short and shaky breaths, and your cries were just starting to fade into whimpers when you heard it; the loud thunk of the bunker door closing.
Your fears and your crying returned full force, and you were gasping for breath as you felt around for any kind of weapon.
Heâs coming heâs coming heâs coming heâs comingâŠ
It was like all you could see was Azazel as you heard footsteps echoing down the hallway. You wanted to do what Dean always didâpush his fear down, throw away his emotions, and just fightâbut you couldnât. You couldnât catch your breath, you couldnât stop sobbing, and you couldnât find your gun.
When your door handle started to turn, you thought you were going to pass out. Your already-unsatisfying breath caught in your throat, and with the lack of breath came black spots at the edges of your vision.
You forced a single deep breath in and outâyou couldnât be unconscious when the demon came to kill you, you couldnât be that helpless. You had to fight, even though you would lose.
The door swung open, and you were still gasping for breath and grappling for any kind of weapon whenâ
When Dean walked in.
âDean!â You were off the bed and in your brotherâs arms before he had a chance to speak.
âHey, hey whatâs going on?â Deanâs arms tightened around you when he heard you sobbing and felt you shaking. âBaby what happened?â
âDonât leave me,â you begged between sobs. âDonât leave me De, donât leave me.â
âOk, ok Iâm not going anywhere,â Dean promised. âN/N Iâm right here.â
âWhatâs going on?â Sam walked into the room, staring at his siblings with concern.
âIâŠI think weâre ok here,â Dean decided, carrying you to your bed. âYou should go bandage that cut, Iâve got her.â When Sam hesitated, Dean assured him, âIâve got her Sam.â
Sam finally left, and Dean climbed up on your bed, settling you into his lap when you wouldnât let your vice grip around his neck go.
âI need you to talk to me,â Dean pleaded. âI need to know whatâs going on, what this is.â
âThere was fire,â you whimpered, your tears soaking Deanâs shirt. âThere was fire, and it burned everywhere, and I was bleeding and I was on the ceiling, and-and yellow eyes stabbed you, andââ
âWhoa, whoa, slow down.â Dean started to rock you back and forth subconsciously. âHey, how do you know about all that stuff.â
âIâm sorry.â You were sobbing again. âI know I wasnât supposed to, but I read his journal and he wrote down everything and I thought it would help butâŠbut now I canât stop dreaming about it. Iâm soâIâm so scared, De. All the time.â
âShh, shh youâre ok,â Dean soothed, his hand cradling the back of your head. âIâve got you sweetheart, Iâm right here. Listen,â Dean tried to pull away so he could look at you, but you just tightened your grip. âOk. I used to have nightmares about mom, too. All the time. I still get them sometimes.â
âYou do?â You sniffled. âWhat do you do about them?â
âWell now itâs easier, because we killed yellow eyes. Heâs gone, N/N. Nobodyâs ever gonna die like mom did again, especially not you. You know that, right?â
âThe dreams feel so real,â you answered.
âI know, I know they do. But theyâre not. And Iâm gonna help you through this, but kiddo, I canât be around all the time, you know that. Iâve got a job to do.â
âOâok,â you sniffled. âI can do better.â
âBut Iâm still gonna be here when you need me. I promise.â
âDean?â
âYeah?â
âI need you right now.â
Deanâs arms squeezed impossibly tighter around you.
âThen Iâm here for you.â
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Elizabeth Cochran was born on May 5, 1864 in Cochranâs Mills, Pennsylvania. The town was founded by her father, Judge Michael Cochran. Elizabeth had fourteen siblings. Her father had ten children from his first marriage and five children from his second marriage to Elizabethâs mother, Mary Jane Kennedy.
Michael Cochranâs rise from mill worker to mill owner to judge meant his family lived very comfortably. Unfortunately, he died when Elizabeth was only six years old and his fortune was divided among his many children, leaving Elizabethâs mother and her children with a small fraction of the wealth they once enjoyed. Elizabethâs mother soon remarried, but quickly divorced her second husband because of abuse, and relocated the family to Pittsburgh.
Elizabeth knew that she would need to support herself financially. At the age of 15, she enrolled in the State Normal School in Indiana, Pennsylvania, and an added an âeâ to her last name to sound more distinguished. Her plan was to graduate and find a position as a teacher. However, after only a year and a half, Elizabeth ran out of money and could no longer afford the tuition. She moved back to Pittsburgh to help her mother run a boarding house.
In 1885, Elizabeth read an article in the Pittsburgh Dispatch that argued a womanâs place was in the home, âto be a helpmate to a man.â She strongly disagreed with this opinion and sent an angry letter to the editor anonymously signed âLonely Orphan Girl.â
The newspaperâs editor, George A. Madden, was so impressed with the letter that he published a note asking the âLonely Orphan Girlâ to reveal her name. Elizabeth marched into the Dispatch offices and introduced herself. Madden immediately offered her a job as a columnist. Shortly after her first article was published, Elizabeth changed her pseudonym from âLonely Orphan Girlâ to âNellie Bly,â after a popular song.
Elizabeth positioned herself as an investigative reporter. She went undercover at a factory where she experienced unsafe working conditions, poor wages, and long hours. Her honest reporting about the horrors of workersâ lives attracted negative attention from local factory owners. Elizabethâs boss did not want to anger Pittsburghâs elite and quickly reassigned her as a society columnist.
To escape writing about womenâs issues on the society page, Elizabeth volunteered to travel to Mexico. She lived there as an international correspondent for the Dispatch for six months. When she returned, she was again assigned to the society page and promptly quit in protest.
Elizabeth hoped the massive newspaper industry of New York City would be more open-minded to a female journalist and left Pittsburgh. Although several newspapers turned down her application because she was a woman, she was eventually given the opportunity to write for Joseph Pulitzerâs New York World.
In her first act of âstuntâ journalism for the World, Elizabeth pretended to be mentally ill and arranged to be a patient at New Yorkâs insane asylum for the poor, Blackwellâs Island. For ten days Elizabeth experienced the physical and mental abuses suffered by patients.
Elizabethâs report about Blackwellâs Island earned her a permanent position as an investigative journalist for the World. She published her articles in a book titled 10 Days in A Mad House. In it, she explained that New York City invested more money into care for the mentally ill after her articles were published. She was satisfied to know that her work led to change.
Activist journalists like Elizabethâcommonly known as muckrakersâwere an important part of reform movements. Elizabethâs investigations brought attention to inequalities and often motivated others to take action. She uncovered the abuse of women by male police officers, identified an employment agency that was stealing from immigrants, and exposed corrupt politicians. She also interviewed influential and controversial figures, including Emma Goldman in 1893.
The most famous of Elizabethâs stunts was her successful seventy-two-day trip around the world in 1889, for which she had two goals. First, she wanted to beat the record set in the popular fictional world tour from Jules Verneâs Around the World in Eighty Days. Second, she wanted to prove that women were capable of traveling just as well asâif not better thanâmen. Elizabeth traveled light, taking only the dress she wore, a cape, and a small travelerâs bag. She challenged the stereotypical assumption that women could not travel without many suitcases, outfit changes, and vanity items. Her world tour made her a celebrity. After her return, she toured the country as a lecturer. Her image was used on everything from playing cards to board games. She recounted her adventures in her final book, Around the World in 72 Days.
In 1895, Elizabeth retired from writing and married Robert Livingston Seaman. Robert was a millionaire who owned the Iron Clad Manufacturing Company and the American Steel Barrel Company. When Robert died in 1904, Elizabeth briefly took over as president of his companies.
In 1911, she returned to journalism as a reporter for the New York Evening Journal. She covered a number of national news stories, including the Woman Suffrage Parade of 1913 in Washington, D.C. Elizabeth often referred to suffrage in her articles, arguing that women were as capable as men in all things. During World War I, she traveled to Europe as the first woman to report from the trenches on the front line.
Although Elizabeth never regained the level of stardom she experienced after her trip around the world, she continued to use her writing to shed light on issues of the day. She died of pneumonia on January 27, 1922.
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I Laugh Like Me Again... She Laughs Like You - Part 4
Pairing: Azriel x Reader
Description: Rhysand calls for a meeting so you and the rest of the Inner Circle can decide what to do next. Azriel stands by your side every step of the way.
Warnings: Angst (not that bad)
Word Count: 6680
Notes: This chapter was actually trying to fight me. I'm still not sure how I feel about it. Hope you enjoy!
Part 3 â Part 5
The days were blurring together the longer you stayed in this room. You've long since memorized the golden stripes and swirls beautifully decorating the navy walls, counted the teardrop-like glittering stones hanging from the small chandelier. You've gone through every closet and box in this room as well. Unsurprisingly, the room was almost empty, but you weren't looking through it to find any information anyway, you'd really done it out of boredom, and admittedly some curiosity.
You knew you couldn't complain about your treatment in this house, you'd never heard of a prisoner being treated to home cooked meals and expensive clothes. The House had even brought you books and journals in case you wanted to read or write, and Azriel brought you little treats from the bakeries in town - things you suspect he already knew you liked. He also kept you company every chance he got, even if it meant simply sitting together in silence. You didn't go a day without seeing him. But it was hard to focus on romance novels, chocolate cupcakes or even the captivating hazel eyed male when your entire reality was shattering around you.
The day after you met the High Lord and Lady, Azriel had found you snooping through the few clothes left behind by Feyre, and that same night he dropped off what he called some of your old belongings - some clothes and jewelry so you didn't have to borrow anything else from the High Lady. Everything was neatly folded and carefully arranged, it seems Azriel was extremely meticulous about how to store his late wife's belongings. He told you he's barely allowed himself to touch them in fear of ruining anything.
The clothes had since lost your scent, even if put away in a closed box it would be impossible for it to linger after a century. Still, you knew these were your things, somehow you could feel it deep inside you. You hadn't told Azriel about this, scared of getting his hopes up.
There was nothing personal in the box, Azriel was probably reluctant in letting you see them in case it overwhelmed you and triggered any more painful reactions, but there was enough for you to get a sense of who you were before.
It was clear she lived a happier and much more fulfilled life than yours. The clothes were all beautiful, if a little outdated. They came in all sorts of colors and fabrics, but even if you still liked them now, you know you'd never buy something like this for yourself.
Working at the guild, you had to prioritize functionality. You didn't have many personal belongings, you traveled a lot for missions and had to keep hidden, never staying in the same place for longer than a couple of months at a time. Your clothes reflected this, you prefered to wear pants or even your armor since you never knew when you'd be called for a mission or attacked.
You always had to be ready to drop everything at any moment so there was no use getting attached to anything or anyone. Even your favorite dagger was simply the model you've found works best for you, and you can get it anytime from different blacksmiths. The small hoops currently in your ears are the only jewelry you actually own and it's more of a way to keep the holes open for when you have to do undercover missions in which you might need to dress up.
There was no time or place for getting pretty clothes that made you feel good or buying a nice pair of earrings for the sake of it. Even less for making friends. You were living an empty life, something you always had a hard time coming to terms with, but that seems impossible to accept now that you know what you could have had, what you used to have and was taken from you.
Not being able to even trust your own memories affected you more than you'd ever admit, knowing things you considered unquestionable facts before that night were all made up. You've had to rely on what Azriel tells you and your own intuition to try and fill in the gaps. Your body seemed to be giving you clues, nudging you in the right directions but it only left you beyond frustrated that you could feel like all the answers were on the tip of your tongue but not being able to put your finger on it.
From what you've gathered, the night you disappeared from the Night Court corresponds with the mission in which you almost died, meaning someone in the guild - your handler, if your suspicions are correct - must have found you and brought you in. It's safe to say that, aside from a few lies and omissions here and there, your memories since that night can be trusted. But everything before that was all a lie, over a century of your life was nothing more than a made up story.
A burning feeling behind your eyelids has you forcefully shaking out your thoughts. You can't let yourself get consumed before you even find out what exactly happened, before you can get your revenge. And you refuse to cry in this room where anyone, especially Azriel, could walk in at any moment and see you in such a state. If you had to pick one helpful thing the guild taught you, it was how to handle your emotions.
You knew the High Lord was making good on his promise, knew that Azriel was working to help you as well. He'd only ever left your side to look into any information you could give him about the guild, though your knowledge was limited. You weren't a high ranking member and they were more than careful. You didn't know anything about the other members, as much as they didn't know anything about you.
Still, you weren't used to waiting around while everyone else did all the work and it took them over a week to schedule a new meeting with you, where you hopefully will learn more about this whole situation and what they intend to do with you. It feels like they're keeping you in the dark, something you knew you'd also do in their place, but that has left you feeling nothing but frustrated and worthless.
That meeting was happening in less than an hour and anticipation was eating away at you. Azriel promised he was going to take you to the office, letting you use him as a safety line as you've done so often these days.
Aside from the welcome information and decisions you hope would be talked through, you were also just excited to leave this room for a few hours at least. Only being able to feel the wind through an open window was getting old, and the city below this house felt like it was almost calling to you at this point, but you were too scared of seeming too interested since you didn't know if they'd find it suspicious. Just because the High Lord left the room on a friendlier note doesn't mean he'll trust you completely after what you've done.
You were technically allowed out of the room, free to walk around the House, with Azriel's supervision of course, but after your first attempt you decided it wasn't worth the trouble.
It had been mostly a miscalculation on your part. You were so consumed with your problems and with finding some sort of distraction that you almost forgot Azriel wasn't the only one you knew before, didn't stop to think what reaction they all would have to you.
Azriel asked you to join him for breakfast downstairs as he usually did, trying to get you to move around and talk with the other residents of the House. You accepted, tired of being in the stuffy room and curious to meet the General and his mate, who you've sometimes felt around the House and heard so much about from Azriel.
The atmosphere turned painfully awkward as soon as you entered the dining room with the shadowsinger at your side, making the other residents of the house look up to meet your eyes, surprised you had left the room. It wasn't long before Cassian stormed out, barely making an excuse on his way out after getting a good look at you, his mate following right behind him.
You ended up eating breakfast alone with Azriel, the same way you would have if you'd stayed in your room like you always did instead. Except now you couldn't take the general's haunted expression out of your mind. It truly had looked like he'd seen a ghost. Maybe he did.
Azriel apologized to you on his behalf, even though it wasn't his or Cassian's fault, and you're almost positive there was some sort of fight between them, though you hope not too severe. You'd hate for Azriel to get into arguments with his family over you. He didn't invite you downstairs again after that, simply joining you in your room whenever he could. The reminder of how caring the shadowsinger has been with you almost brings a smile to your lips.
âI'll make you fall for me again.â
Those words haven't left your mind since that night. You've never had anyone look at you with so much love in their eyes, and tell you something so bold with such conviction.
You're not sure you deserve it, and you're terrified you'll never remember him because you know this version of you can't ever be compared to the one in his memories. Even if you end up regaining your memories, it's impossible for things to truly go back to how they were. It's been too long and you've changed too much. The both of you know this.
You haven't actually talked about his or your feelings since that night, but it's clear that he still loves you, well he loves the female he once knew anyway, you're not so sure you're even that similar to her aside from your appearance. It doesn't feel fair to let him dote on you, knowing he's in love with a version of you that will never come back, knowing that, even with the fluttering of your heart, your feelings for him don't come close to his.
It makes you feel like you're taking advantage of him, how he's so dedicated to taking care of you and to restoring your memories, even trying to find the people who hurt you, while to you he's a stranger. Even if an extremely handsome stranger whose company you enjoy a lot, who makes you smile and even laugh despite the precarious circumstances you've found yourself in, who makes you believe you can get through this.
You can't deny you have a reaction to him either, every soft touch feels like lightning running through your veins, and every whisper of your name has goosebumps spreading all over your skin. Your body obviously still remembers how it feels to love him and to be loved by him in return, but the butterflies in your stomach don't even come close to the depth of his feelings for you. It's glaringly obvious that Azriel would do anything for you, even going as far as letting you stab him the very first night you met and brushing it off when you tried to apologize during this week.
Truthfully, falling for Azriel sounds like the easiest thing in the world, but you don't think you'd ever feel like you deserve him.
The shadows in the room start shifting ever so slightly as if reading your thoughts - something Azriel has assured you they can't do - a sign that their singer is approaching.
You put down the book you never even started and hop down from the window sill you had been sitting on for most of the afternoon, waiting for him to knock softly at the door like he always did, letting you prepare for his arrival or deny his company if you so wished. Anticipation was buzzing at your skin the longer you waited so you opened the door for him as soon as his knuckles met the dark wood, catching him off guard with his hand raised.
You can't help but smile at his wide eyes. Surprising the feared Spymaster of the Night Court has to be a hard feat to accomplish and the fact that you just did it so effortlessly makes you revel in his expression for a moment. He offers you a small smile of his own but you can immediately tell something is holding him back.
He hasn't really given you any information about their research or the guild, simply letting you know that they were working as hard as they could on it. You knew the High Lord still had his reservations about your presence in his court so it only made sense for them to keep their cards close to their chest until they knew more about the situation. You suppose he also wanted to see if any of the leads you gave Azriel on the guild actually turned out to be helpful, a last test to see if you were being truthful.
So you wouldn't be surprised that the Inner Circle had a meeting among themselves before bringing you in, one it seems like Azriel just came from, but his expression is making your anticipation steadily turn into nerves.
âAre you ready?â
Even with the lump that has lodged itself in your throat, you nod and try to give him a pleasant smile. You've been waiting for answers and you're finally going to get them, even if it feels like your heart is threatening to give out.
You quickly turn back into the room to slip on your shoes, before looping your arm around the one he offers, ever the gentlemale. He guides you through the painting covered hallways, most of which you haven't walked through before.
As you approach the room your nerves get the best of you. There are a lot more people in the office than you thought there'd be, you can hear their mismatched heartbeats from here, feel their suffocating presences. One you can distinctively recognize is the General's, it reminds you of his reaction in the dining room, how it seemed to hurt him just looking at you.
You didn't think the entire Inner Circle would be in attendance, figured that it would only be the ancient one, the High Lord and Lady aside from you and Azriel. You'll likely have to reveal more about yourself than you'd be comfortable with in any other situation, including things you're not proud of, things you know they'll judge you for, they'll judge the female they once knew for.
Azriel noticed your body tensing, your steps getting slower and the apprehension rolling off you in waves as your thoughts soured. He stopped in his tracks and looked over his shoulder, meeting your unfocused eyes.
Seeing the worried look on his face makes you take a deeper breath, willing your mind to focus on what's important right now and let your fears stay locked inside you. Thinking of it as another mission the guild sent you on, you've put your life on the line numerous times, you can get through a simple meeting.
You feel a familiar mask of indifference fall onto your face, the mask of a killer the guild made sure you wore almost every day of your life, but before you can rid your mind of emotion, Azriel grabs onto your hand, intertwining your fingers together, and bringing it up to his lips. He leaves a soft kiss on your skin, one that sends chills down your spine, though it's the look in his eyes that makes you stop.
You're not alone. For the first time in your life, at least in the life you remember, you're not alone. He's going to be next to you for every step of the way. You don't need to resort to assassin tactics. The blank mask was something you didn't have a choice but to use, to protect yourself from the things you'd seen, from the things you feel. But here you're allowed to delve into your emotions, to stay true to them.
Azriel gives you a small smile and lowers your hand away from his lips, proud of whatever determination showed on your face. He lets go of you, making you feel the absence of his warmth immediately, fingers twitching as if trying to reach out to his comfort on their own.
As soon as you walk into the room all eyes turn to you. You had been right to assume everyone was here. You let your eyes wander around the room briefly, noting the familiar and new faces, before settling back on Rhysand's, the reminder of the excruciating pain you've felt the last time you saw him an obvious weight on your mind.
You'd seen them all before except for the blonde sitting on the sofa by the window, her brown eyes were wide, as if she couldn't believe what she was seeing. You know that was Morrigan, the High Lord's cousin, and from what Azriel has told you, one of your once closest friends. Apparently she'd tried to come talk to you but it so happened to be on the day after you went down for breakfast and you denied it without a second thought when Azriel brough the option up. You wonder if that had been too harsh but you weren't sure you could handle a repeat of the Cassian situation.
Feyre and Morrigan are the only ones who attempt to throw a greeting smile your way but you can't bring yourself to respond, acutely aware of the tension in the air, eyes never straying from the High Lord's. Choosing to focus on the elephant in the room.
âI trust your stay has been enjoyable,â Rhysand muses as he points to the chair across from his desk, urging you to sit as if this were a simple business meeting. As ridiculous as the idea sounds, it does something to loosen your muscles and the snort that escapes Cassian lifts some of the tension.
âYes, the House has been making sure of it,â you sit on the chair across from his desk, not daring to look away from him and the High Lady. He releases a simple hum at the answer, but you're too anxious for small talk. âHave you found a way to get my memories back?â
âIn a way,â he offers, leaving you with more questions.
Thankfully, Amren fills up the silence in his place. âThe spell suppressing your memories is the work of witches. Daemati can enter anyone's mind and make them forget certain memories but if someone had simply rewritten your memories then Rhys would have been able to fix them.â
âWitches?â The thought was enough to send shivers down your spine.
âWitches use tools to strengthen their powers, to access magic they aren't privy to,â she continues, âIt seems someone used a witch's tool to feign daemati powers and rewrite your memories, effectively warding them as well.â
âThat's why you had such a strong reaction when I entered your mind.â
You were positive this had to be the work of a daemati. It had never crossed your mind that there could be something else at play.
âYou can't undo the spell,â you conclude for them.
Witches have a completely different approach to magic than faeries. While your kind was gifted their magic by the Mother, witches have to resort to the kind of tools Amren mentioned. The resulting magic isn't organic and as such it comes with rules and drawbacks you don't experience as fae.
âWe'll need to find the person responsible for it. They're the only one who can tell us exactly how to undo it,â Feyre says.
You bite your lip, your mind reeling with the information. You only have one suspect and the thought of not only finding him but also making him talk sounds beyond ridiculous. He also hasn't shown any hint that he could use witch magic. As far as you know he's as much high fae as you are, but you can never be too certain when it comes to one the best assassins in the world.
âAzriel says you can only identify one member of the guild,â the High Lord continues, barely giving you any time to process.
You nod. âI had direct contact with a few other assassins when I was called for backup but never knew their names or even what some of them look like without disguises.â
âOur only option is finding your handler, but Azriel hasn't been able to find any tracks even with the information you've given him,â Feyre stands closer to the desk now, her hand leaning on the dark wood.
âI'm not surprised. Norris is one of the most prominent members of the guild, I'm not sure how old he is exactly but I suspect he's been working there for close to a millenia.â
âAzriel is extremely good at his job,â Rhysand tilts his head slightly, as if offended for his Spymaster.
âI know.â From the briefings he's given you, he has spies all over the world aside from his shadows, who can listen and see things fae could never begin to imagine. Even with your hints, he's come closer to the guild in a week than entire countries have in decades, perhaps even centuries. âBut we've been trained to kill and hide from people like him, like you. And Norris has been doing that successfully for a very long time.â
âWeâŠâ He taps his nails on the table, the sound echoing across the room. âSo you're an assassin then,â the distaste clear on the High Lord's face.
You hadn't said the words out loud but everyone had probably guessed it the moment you walked back into their lives. The guild has made a name for themselves, and as much as some of your work consisted of spying or retrieving objects, most people came to the guild for mercenary jobs.
âYes,â you confirm, forcing yourself to keep up the eye contact.
âAn interesting career choice,â he muses, as if you had the pleasure of just choosing to become this monster.
The several pairs of eyes watching you intently were making you feel defensive, your temper rising up with it. It's easy to judge someone looking in from the outside. You'd been an assassin or training to become one ever since you could remember, which in reality wasn't your whole life like you thought before. Still, whether it was because you'd been taken in by the guild as a child or had your memories rewritten, you were thrown into it against your will and had since been stuck with no chance of an escape. Everyone has done things they're not proud of and you know fae in such important positions as these and as old as they are can definitely relate to this sentiment.
You weren't proud of it, far from it, but you didn't have a choice. And it's not your fault the female they knew before wouldn't do these things. It's not your fault that innocence and chance at being better she had were ripped away from you.
âNot everyone has the luxury of getting a court handed to them,â the venom drips out of your tongue, every word meant as a weapon.
You know this is a low blow, being aware of the circumstances in which Rhysand became High Lord, how he lost his whole family in one night. But if he wants cruelty, the assassin he keeps judging, you can certainly give it to them. Your bravado lessens when you feel the sharp intake of breaths around the room, most notably from the Illyrian by your side, where he still stands despite how tense his posture has become.
Rhysand's wings tighten against his body and his eyes narrow, finally letting go of the faux relaxed look he's presented you with. He takes a moment to answer you, likely leveling his temper or receiving soothing words from his mate.
âThere was a time you wouldn't even dare to hurt an innocent.â This statement lacks the same bite as before, it gives way to disappointment, and it feels like a bucket of ice poured over molting lava. It cuts deeper than any amount of judgment he could have presented you with.
You straighten yourself in the chair, trying to not let it show how much this whole conversation is affecting you. âWell,â you lick your lip, now realizing how dry your mouth felt, âThe only thing left from before is my body.â
His violet gaze finally becomes too much for you to bear, allowing yourself the respite of looking down at your hands. There are too many emotions swirling in his alluring eyes, even more felt around the room, the tension has become so thick you could barely breathe, couldn't even risk a look at Azriel in fear of what you'd find written on his face, terrified that the same disappointment lingered there as well.
âIt's not,â the change in tone has you looking back up at him, meeting his gaze once more to find understanding reflected on it. And I can only imagine how you've been surviving through it all.
His echoing words make you pause, not being able to look away from him. It's only when wetness gathers in your eyes that you look back down, praying the room of perceptive fae don't notice how close you are to tears. You don't even remember the last time you cried, the last time someone extended you the kindness Rhysand just did, even after all the judgment.
Shadows start crawling up your legs, tentatively moving towards you as if asking permission to comfort you. You bite back a smile, keeping your tears at bay as you wonder if they moved of their own accord or if Azriel sent them to you. You relax your body, allowing them to twist and turn over your legs, mildly surprised that you can actually feel a ghost of a touch. You didn't think you could feel shadows.
You risk a glance at the shadowsinger in question, almost regretting it as you see the fondness reflected in his beautiful eyes as he watches his own shadows move across your skin. This must have been a regular occurrence before. You look away as soon as your gazes meet, not being able to bear the intensity in them in this room full of onlookers.
Unfortunately, your escape brings you back to facing the High Lord and Lady, who seem more than amused at your interaction with Azriel. The change in atmosphere from just a few moments ago almost gives you whiplash.
âYou haven't told me what you plan on doing about the guild,â you try to keep your tone leveled, but looking at their reactions you're failing miserably.
âFinding your handler seems to be our best bet,â the smile on Feyre's face only falters a bit, the tension from before has almost dissipated. âSince he's the one who sent you here he might know who hired the guild and their motives for wanting the book.â
âYou said he was the one who introduced you into the guild.â You nod at Rhysand. âIt's possible he's the one responsible for your⊠accident.â
âI think so too,â you agreed, your hand moving up to touch the scar on your neck, âI've always been told this scar was the result of a failed mission, and that Norris had been the one to find me and take me to a healer.â
âWe found the attackers not long after your death,â the general finally speaks up, cringing softly at the choice of word. His mate was quick to narrow her eyes at him, as if reprimanding him for mentioning it.
âHe might not have actually cut my throat,â you shrug, trying not to linger in unpleasant thoughts. âHe likely saw me after the attack and decided I'd make a good addition to the guild if I survived. I'm basically a ghost, that's perfect for an agent. I wouldn't be surprised if they'd done similar things before.â
âEither way, we need to find him.â
âEven if we do, I'm not sure he'll actually tell you anything.â Norris was one of the most respected members of the guild. His abilities far surpassed yours, he'd been the one to teach you most things after all. You've never been able to even sneak up on him so finding and capturing him alive already seemed hard enough, but making him cooperate and answer any of your questions was next to impossible. The Mother only knows how many fae have tried it and failed.
âHe will,â Azriel stated. When you look into his eyes you can only see pure fury and determination written in them, leaving no space for any doubts. He stares into your eyes before adding, promising, âl'll make sure of it.â
Some of that confidence rubs off on you it seems, because your hesitation starts evaporating the longer you stare into his eyes. You've always been on your own, and as such you've only ever considered how you'd fare against your handler without backup. Between the famed Shadowsinger, the strongest High Lord in history, the Made Sisters, and everyone else in this room, your chances were exponentially higher. Escaping the guild doesn't feel like a pipe dream anymore.
âHow do you want to find him?â
The High Lord rewards your determination with a smirk. âThe only way to find someone like him is by making him search for us instead.â
âYou want to use me as bait,â
âYou can refuse,â Azriel assured. This explains his sour mood. You didn't think he'd agreed with this solution with the way he's been treating you so carefully, almost as if you're made of glass. You can't exactly fault him for it either, but the truth is you can't refuse. You don't know if you could ever find Norris with traditional tactics, or if the guild wouldn't send more assassins to the city, if they hadn't already.
âAnd keep living like this? Hiding without even knowing who I am?â
He searches your eyes, fear and vulnerability swimming in the hazel, but nods all the same. He told you he's dreamed of getting you back for a century, and thought it was something that would never come true, so it makes sense that he'd be hesitant on letting you put yourself in such a risky position. You know he understands why you need this though.
The meeting runs for a while longer, and by the time Rhysand was calling it a day the sun was already setting on the horizon, making way for the night to take over in all its glory, one that could only be fully appreciated in the Night Court.
As much as everyone seems to be warming up to you, letting go of the conflicted feelings towards having you back in these circumstances, you were extremely overwhelmed by the end. Talking to someone who knows you so intimately even though you don't have any recollection of it is a confusing experience. You could almost hear your mind screaming at you, begging for some peace and quiet.
The contrast between the Inner Circle and Azriel becomes clear in your mind. Your relationships were very different before but it's interesting to see that even when you don't have your memories, you feel so much calmer with him. That nagging feeling of being faced with something you've lost keeps rising up when they speak to you, but it doesn't come anywhere close to the myriad of emotions Azriel evokes simply by looking at you. And even if those emotions are more intense, you have a much bigger tolerance for them, as if your body would gladly accept any turmoil as long as you stayed in his company.
Just as you were about to leave the room, Rhysand invites you to join them for dinner. Everyone turns to you with expectant eyes before the words fully leave his mouth. They clearly planned it out together. This habit they have of speaking through each other's minds is one it might take a while getting used to.
You bite your lip, as you think of what to say. Cassian and Morrigan look particularly keen on the idea, it makes you feel a little relieved that the general isn't looking at you like a nightmare came true anymore, but you really don't think you can handle any more questions today, or to have them reminisce about your former relationships. You're not used to spending time with a lot of people in general, you'd go months without any sort of fae contact sometimes. You just want to go somewhere quiet, and you can only think of one person whose company would allow you to relax.
Making up your mind, you decline the invitation politely, trying to ignore the disappointment in their eyes as they bid you goodnight. This still feels like a huge improvement from where you stood with them just at the beginning of the meeting, that they'd want to keep you company when it felt like they were avoiding you this whole week. You might have gained some of their trust, and, to your immense shock, you trust them as well. It feels like a breath of fresh air after a century of not even trusting your shadow.
Maybe it's that feeling, or the immediate quiet that settles over you as soon as you walk into the empty hallway, maybe even the fact that you finally got some answers and even a plan, a chance at leaving the guild, something you never even dared to dream about, but it has you feeling a little indulgent. Your steps are noticeably lighter, and all the tension from before is now only a faint ache in your muscles.
âAzriel?â You look up at him with a smile, feeling it widen when he looks at you in answer. âSince I'm out of the room, can we go somewhere to watch the stars?â
The smile that takes over his face is blinding, it feels like it could rival the moon. It's fascinating how his beauty can still catch you off guard like this, even if you've been spending most of your time with him for an entire week.
âOf course,â he moves closer to you and takes your hand, pulling you into him, his eyes never straying from yours. It takes you longer than it should have to realize he was covering you both in shadows, too lost in his eyes to pay attention to your surroundings, how they've turned to black. He told you before that's how he winnows, though it can't be called that since he moves through shadows instead.
The light almost blinds you as his shadows disperse, giving way to a view you can't believe is real. The sky wasn't completely dark yet, stuck in the brief moments of twilight where you could still see the last rays of the sun illuminating the dark blue sky. And yet the stars were already twinkling in the sky, surrounding the full moon.
You can't help but gasp, forgetting about Azriel and moving to the edge of the roof, admiring the unforgettable view. Your eyes don't stray from it as you lean against the railing, long enough that the sun completely sets, and the streets become illuminated by faelights.
You had thought there was some sort of celebration when you first came here, but have since learned that every night is enjoyed to its fullest in the city of dreamers.
As some of your awe settles, you turn to look at Azriel as he too admires the city. His shadows had left him uncovered, choosing to scatter around what you now recognize as a training ground. You almost regret staring up at the sky for so long when you could have been reveling in his beauty this whole time.
His tan skin was glowing with the pale moonlight, eyes as bright as the stars when he looks down at you. You move closer to him almost unconsciously, as if you've been bewitched.
âThank you for bringing me here,â you sound breathless even to your ears. âThe view is a lot more beautiful from up here.â Your bedroom window could never do this justice. If you looked up, it almost felt like you were walking on air, among the stars.
He turns to you fully, ignoring the captivating sight in favor of watching you. His face relaxes further as he takes you in, the smile on his lips growing and the air around you changing. He raises his scarred palm up to cup your face, whispering softly, âIt can't ever compare to you.â
âThat's cheesy,â you stutter, clearly taken aback by the sudden flirtatious tone.
He grins down at you, a mischievous look in his eyes, rubbing his thumb over the increasingly warmer skin of your cheek. âYou're blushing.â
Azriel has been open with his feelings for you all week, making it clear that they haven't changed over the years, even with your absence from his life, but he has never been this brazen. None of the interactions you've had can be considered anything else than platonic, and even with sweet compliments and bashful admissions, he has never looked at you like this, like he truly believed just one second of looking at you was worth more than this unbelievable view.
âYou know,â you start hesitantly, âWe haven't actually tried everything.â
He furrowed his eyebrows, trying to catch up to your train of thought. You can feel when he does because he tenses against you, and would have let go of your face if you hadn't placed your hand around his wrist, keeping him there.
âI think I've read it in a story before,â you lick your lips, feeling like lava is pumping through your veins when his eyes follow the movement, âSometimes a kiss can be stronger than any magic spell.â
He leans closer to you slowly, looking into your eyes to search for any sign of discomfort. You can't be entirely sure what he finds in them, you can't feel much else but desire in this moment, but it has him clearing the rest of the way, both of your eyes closing as his lips finally touch yours softly.
A sigh escapes him when you press into him harder, needing to find out what he tastes like, what he feels like. His other hand comes up to cup your other cheek, holding you against him. You can feel him losing his restraint bit by bit, hands moving from your face to hold your neck, your waist, grip getting tighter with every stroke of his tongue against yours, a century of longing and raw passion melting into the kiss. Your own arms find their way around his neck, pulling him down, finally feeling the softness of his hair around your fingers. His chest is pressed against yours, close enough that you can feel his heart beating.
When you finally pull away from each other, you're both breathless. He leans his forehead against yours, eyes closed. You wonder how many times he's dreamed of this moment, of being able to taste you again after so long.
âAny memories resurfacing?â His voice is rough, deeper than you've ever heard it. It almost makes you hold back a moan.
âNo,â you lick your lips, reveling in his taste, âbut we can give it another try.â
His lips find yours as soon as the last words leave your mouth, more than happy to deliver. You might chastise yourself for giving in to temptation tomorrow, but in this moment nothing else matters. Not the guild, not your lost memories, not your mistakes. Right now there's only him, you and the stars as your witnesses.
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