#and then i’m going to visit a cafe i’ve been wanting to check out

[cetoddle]

sims game is working got a new job therapy is going well my med situation is getting sorted out.,,things are going too well i’m suspicious

#tmrw i’m going to treat myself to a little shopping uwu #i have just enough left in my account where i won’t feel bad spending a little and treating myself #after the literal hell i’ve been through the past five months i think i’ve earned a day where i just. do things that make me happy #without any regret #im going to go to the library and pick up some new books #and then i’m going to visit a cafe i’ve been wanting to check out #and i’m going to pick up some more packing supplies #and hopefully get a new piercing #and then i’m going to go do some shopping. nothing too crazy but maybe finally buy that dress i’ve had my eye on #buy some makeup i’ve been wanting to invest in #and i’m going to dress up in my favorite outfit #and it’s going to be great #snow.txt

[tiedyeflannels]

Never Did, Now I do

Namjoon x reader

Also known as: The five times you blew a kiss to Namjoon and the one time he finally blew one back.

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A/N: Hi!!! I'm here with a Namjoon fic!!! I got inspired to write this one after watching an edit of Namjoon lives so... Anyway, the text that's "italicized" and in quotations, is dialog in English. Hopefully that makes sense... I hope you enjoy!!

one. - The earliest memory I have of him was when we were 6. 

It was a random afternoon when my parents decided to take me to the park. I was happily playing by myself when someone bumped into me.

“Hey, watch out!” I turned to look at a boy with an apologetic smile that showed his dimples.

He bowed slightly.

“Sorry! I just wanted to know if you wanted to play together because I saw that you were playing alone,” he wondered, scratching the back of his neck.

“What if I was happy playing alone?”

He nervously looked to the sides.

“Well, sorry for bothering you then,” he said as turned like he was about to run away before I grabbed his arm. 

“Hey, I was just kidding! I would love to play with you, um…” I trailed off.

He perked up, “Oh, it’s Namjoon.”

I held out my hand for him to take. “My name’s Y/n! Nice to meet you,” I said, shaking his hand.

We must've been playing for quite a bit of time before our parents called to each of us, saying that it was time to leave. We both groaned, but promised that we would play again when we saw each other. My parents called me again and I started to jog over to them before stopping and blowing a kiss to him. Something I saw my parents do a million times to say ‘bye’.

“See you later, Namjoon!”

two. - I remembered doing it again when we were 13.

“Aren’t you nervous,” I asked as we entered the underground cafe where the rap circle was bound to take place after checking in.

He shook his head as he marveled at the people gathered in front of the stage and the stage itself.

“Nope, why would I be,” he asked looking at me. I gave him an ‘are you serious right now’ face.

“Um, because… I don't know… You’re going to perform in front of people who have been doing this way longer.”

He chuckled, “The way I see it, I’m here to learn, not teach. Those who teach should be the ones that are nervous.”

He smiled brightly, showing off his dimples. I nodded as I took a deep breath.

“Are you nervous for me?”

I shook my head, “No, there’s just a lot of people.” 

“I think you are,” he teased as I looked away.

He placed hand on my shoulder, garnering my attention.

“Y/n/n, there’s no reason for you to be nervous. I’ll be just fine. I have you here to support me and my amazing mind.”

I rolled my eyes, smiling. “Okay,” I nodded.

Moments later, someone on the loud speaker announced, “Coming up, Runch Randa!”

I started clapping with the crowd and looked over to Namjoon, who wasn’t clapping, but smiling and that’s when it hit me.

“Wait, that’s your stage name?”

He nodded.

“Are you gonna keep it when you’re older?”

“Is it bad,” He questioned.

“No,” I shook my head as he chuckled.

“Don’t worry, I’ll come up with something better later, but I’ll keep using this one for now. Plus, I’m not sure I’ll like doing this,” he said, gesturing to the stage.

I watched the person currently performing on stage.

“I’m sure you won’t get enough,” I smiled.

As they finished up their song, we walked over to the stage.

“Thank you for being here.”

I smiled.

“Of course! I wouldn’t miss this for the world! You’re gonna kill it, Mr. Randa,” I cheered.

He smiled before he took the stage. He took the mic and then looked over to me. I blew him a kiss for good luck before he looked forward with determination and started his song.

three. - Another time when we were 19 and he was about to debut on the big stage with BTS.

“I’ve gotta visit more often,” I said, walking into the green room.

“Y/n!” The guys called out as Namjoon turned away from the wall to look at me.

“Happy debut day, you guys! I’m proud of you all,” I said as I walked around and gave them all a hug.

I saved the best for last and stood in front of Namjoon.

“Congrats on debuting, Joonie! I got you something,” I said, holding up the gift bag with black tissue paper sticking out.

He took the bag and looked at me with a confused face.

“It’s nothing too big! I just wanted to get you something,” I said as he placed it on a nearby table and started to open it.

He pulled out a leather bound notebook with a leather strap wrapped around it to keep it closed.

“Y/n/n…” he trailed as he looked at me. I smiled at his reaction.

“If you open it, there’s something written on the inside of the cover,” I pointed out.

He did as instructed, pulling the strap apart and opening the book.

He read aloud, “‘To: Namjoon, Wherever we are, no matter how far apart, I will always be rooting for you! - Y/n’.” 

I looked at him expectedly, “Do you like it?”

He quickly pulled me into a hug.

“I absolutely love it, thank you,” he whispered, nuzzling into my neck.

We pulled apart after a moment and I watched as he put the notebook back in the bag and set it by his things before walking back to me. 

“BTS, you’re on in five minutes,” one of the stage managers called.

All the boys got up, ready to perform.

“We gotta go, but I’ll see you later,” he said and I nodded as he started to walk over to the other members. 

Right before he was going to walk out, “Namjoon!”

He looked back and I blew him a small kiss.

“Good luck out there! I’ll be watching from the sides.”

He smiled and nodded before leaving with the others for their debut.

four. - Again when we were 22 and they were leaving for their Wings world tour.

“I’m not late, am I,” I asked running up to the group that was about to leave for their Wings tour.

Some of them were giving the managers their bags, so they could put them in the trunks and the others turned to look at me.

“What’s that,” Taehyung asked, pointing to the three bags I was carrying.

“Oh right! I brought you guys some food because I wasn’t sure if you’ve eaten since it’s really early,” I said, handing a bag to Tae, Yoongi, and Jin as the rest gathered around.

They all said their ‘thank you’s as they started to dig through the bag, taking out some of the food I packed for them.

I smiled, “Of course! I wanted to see you guys off, but I can’t do it at the airport so I had Namjoon text me when you would leave for the airport.”

I looked at him and he nodded.

“Aww, that’s sweet,” Hobi exclaimed as he brought me into a hug which led the others to hug us effectively making a group hug. 

“Take care of each other and have a safe trip! I’ll see you at your last concerts,” I said, pulling away from the group.

The managers let them know that they would have to leave soon and that they should get ready to leave. 

We all said our ‘bye’s before they started to get into one of the cars.

That left me with…

“Y/n,” Namjoon said, grabbing my attention as I turned to look at him.

I hummed in response.

“Thanks for coming to see us off.”

“Yeah, I wouldn’t miss this for the world… Though, it’s super early,” I said through a yawn.

He smiled.

“Plus, who’s gonna remind you to make sure to not lose your passport.”

He laughed, “That was one time!”

“Doesn’t matter! Knowing you, you would probably lose it again so make sure to give it to Yoongi or Jin,” I teased as a smile grew on my face.

“I’m gonna miss you,” he said, pulling me into a hug.

“I know, but I’ll see you when you come back.”

I pulled back, holding both of his hands and looked at him.

“Look at you, going on your first long-term tour! I’m so incredibly proud of you, Joonie,” I smiled.

He pulled me back into the hug, holding tightly. “I’m really gonna miss you, Y/n/n,” he whispered.

I tightened my hold on him, too, “I’m really gonna miss you too, Joon.” 

We stayed like this for a bit before Jin yelled, “Namjoon, the managers said we have to get going soon!”

He quietly groaned in frustration and I laughed as I pulled away because I know that he rolled his eyes.

“Please be safe and stay healthy. If you ever need anything, I’ll always pick up, okay?”

He nodded.

I nodded too before sighing, “You should get going.”

He nodded once more before he started walking toward the cars with the other members. He was about to get in when he looked back at me. He waved to me and I smiled as I blew him a kiss and waved before he got in the car and closed the door.

five. -  The last time was when we were 25 and I had to leave for a while.

“Are you sure that you’re going to be okay,” Namjoon asked, taking the last bag out of the trunk and placing it on the ground.

I smiled at his concern.

“I’ll be okay, Namjoon.”

“I’m just making sure.”

“Trust me, I’m not one to lose my passport unlike some people,” I teased.

“You’re never gonna let that go, are you,” he rolled his eyes, but smiled nonetheless. 

“Nope,” I shook my head and he sighed, accepting his fate.

He walked up to me, rolling the suitcase over and handing it to me. I placed my bag strap over the handle and let it rest on the top of my suitcase.

“Remind me again, how long are you going to be gone,” he asked. 

I rested my hands on the handle of the suitcase as I thought, “Hmm… two, three years maybe.”

He groaned, “That’s so long…”

I chuckled, “It’s not that long. Three years can pass in the blink of an eye.”

He nodded and sighed lightly, “I know, but I’m gonna miss having you around all the time.”

I pushed my suitcase to the side and walked up to Namjoon, pulling him into a hug which he immediately returned.

“I’ll be back before you know it. I promise,” I whispered, nuzzling my face into his neck. 

We stayed like this for a few more moments, then I gave him one last squeeze before pulling away from him and taking out my phone to check the time.

“I should get going before I miss my flight,” I said as I grabbed hold of my suitcase.

“Would that be such a bad thing?” 

I smiled sadly at his question. It wouldn’t be a bad thing to stay here, with him, but my job had offered me an opportunity that I couldn’t pass up so I agreed with the clause that it wouldn’t be a permanent relocation. 

I started to back up, so I could put some distance between us.

“I’ll text you when I land, okay?”

“Okay,” he nodded.

With that, I turned and started to walk away. I was about to go through the doors to the airport, but stopped and turned to face Namjoon before blowing him a kiss and waving goodbye.

He smiled as I turned to leave him for a while with a promise that I’ll return soon.

~

It had been two and a half years since I moved to the US. 

Namjoon and I haven’t kept in contact as much as I thought we would. When I first moved, we always made it a point to text each other a couple of times a week, but we both started to get really busy so we couldn’t talk as much.

Now here we are, barely talking to each other unless it’s a holiday or birthday. Though, I always made sure to keep up with what he was up to and that meant watching his lives. 

I saw the notification when I opened my phone once I put my stuff down after I got back from work. I tapped it to open it up as I placed it on the kitchen island and propped it against the closest object.

I went to the fridge to grab the leftover take-out from the other day and proceeded to put it in the microwave to heat it up. At the same time as me starting the microwave, the live finally loaded and I could hear Namjoon talking.

I watched him just talk for a bit before the microwave beeped, signaling that the food was done heating up so I walked over and took it out, then went to get a fork out of the drawer before going back to the island so I could start eating. 

After a while, I saw a specific comment: Oppa, why do you blow kisses at the end of your lives?

He must’ve seen it too because he answered, “Because you guys ask.”

I smiled and he continued, “And because someone very close to me did it all the time for me, but I never did it for them. I haven’t seen them in a while and I kind of regret not doing it back all those years, so now I do it for you.”

After a bit, he started to say ‘bye’ to Army before blowing a kiss and turning off the live. I smiled sadly as I pressed the home button and turned off my phone, thinking about what he said earlier.

I sighed when I got up and put my dishes in the sink, ready to go to bed, hoping that I would be done with my job in America soon, so that I could go back home…

~ Two months later ~

“Congrats, Y/n!”

I looked up from my computer to see Lyn standing over my desk, grinning like a maniac.

“What do you mean, Lyn,” I questioned, tilting my head to the side.

“Well, you know how you always say that you want to finish up here so you can go home? Now you can!”

I shot up from my seat once those words left her mouth.

I looked at her in disbelief, “What, really?!”

She nodded happily, “Yep! Everything was finalized earlier today and they just sent out an email stating that everyone from the Korea branch is good to move back starting next week.” 

I smiled brightly at the news. I finally got to go back home, where my family and friends were, where Namjoon was.

one. - When we were 28 and he finally blew one back to me.

I was walking with a staff member through the halls of the concert venue that Namjoon was set to perform within the hour. It took a few minutes before we arrived at the “Artist Room”.

The door was open, seeing that there was staff frequently going in and out of it so I peaked my head in.

He was sitting on the couch, hunched over, and writing in a journal with a frustrated expression on his face. I quietly chuckled when he shook his head and scribbled over what he just wrote before sighing. 

My gaze fell to the journal and after a few moments, I realized that it was the journal that I gave him all those years ago. I remembered that he once told me that he explicitly uses it to write lyrics, which makes sense watching him right now.

“Do you always write lyrics before a performance,” I questioned.

His head shot up to look at me and he dropped his pen, whatever he was writing was forgotten. I smiled as I walked further into the room, stopping a few feet in front of the coffee table as he stood up. 

He quickly rounded the table, scooping me into a hug and spinning us around. I laughed at his excitement before he stopped and set me down.

He backed up and looked at me with a small smile and surprise in his eyes. “What are you doing here?!”

“Well, I couldn’t miss my best friend’s first solo concert, now can I?”

He pulled me back into a hug before he said, "I'm sorry."

“For what,” I chuckled confusedly.

“For not trying harder to keep contact with you.”

I hugged a little tighter, “It’s not your fault that we were both super busy. Plus, our timezones weren’t exactly the nicest.”

He pulled back, “Wait- ‘weren’t’? Does this mean…” 

I happily nodded.

“Yep, I was cleared to move back last week so some of my things are still on they’re way, but I’m back for good!”

A giant smile made its way onto his face, showing his dimples as I told him the news.

We just stood there, looking at each other until a staff member tapped me on my shoulder and told me that I should head out soon for the performance. 

I nodded and sighed, “Well, I should probably get going. I got front row tickets, so I’ll see you after your performance.”

I started to back away from him, but grabbed my hand right before I was about to leave. I looked at him with curiosity.

“Will you go out with me,” he blurted out. 

My eyes widened in surprise at the question, “What?”

“You leaving for so long made me realize how much I like having you by my side. It was hard not being able to call you just to talk about random things or accompanying you to get ice cream at 2 a.m. because you were craving it, but didn’t want to go alone. It broke my heart when I let you go, but I don’t want to make that mistake again so… will you go out with me?”

I looked at him and saw nervousness overtake his face, but there was still hope in his eyes.

I couldn’t say that I didn’t feel the same way because I did. I couldn’t imagine not having Namjoon in my life and the time that we spent apart made me realize that I wanted to be with him, too.

So after a few seconds of deciding I smiled and nodded, “I would love to.”

He smiled and was going to say something, but I held up a finger in front of him to stop him.

“BUT right now you have a performance, so we’ll talk about this afterward, okay,” I raised my eyebrows.

He nodded. “Okay, I’ll see you after the show,” he said as he let go of my hand.

I backed up a bit, ready to take my leave before a thought popped in my head.

“Oh right!” I blew him a kiss, “Good luck out there, Joonie!”

With that I turned around and almost through the door, until Namjoon called my name.

I looked back at him and he finally blew a kiss back.

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[thezombieprostitute]

Dream Come True - Part 5

Summary: The “Garbage Men” are the guys in the mob who get the dirt on others and clean up after the higher ups. They have many different ways of gathering intel by running legitimate businesses. One such business is Jefferson/Jensen’s cyber cafe where you regularly go to work. You’ve actually become good friends with Jefferson’s daughter and Jensen’s niece. You even volunteered as their after-school tutor. One day, there’s a robbery attempt where you get hurt protecting the girls. This is how you are introduced to Curtis Everett, the guy in charge of the “Garbage Men”.

A/N: Reader is plus sized, femme. No other descriptors used.

Warnings: Bullying, Fat shaming, Insecure reader, Violence mentioned and referenced but not written. Please let me know if I missed any!

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Ransom was shutting down his computer for the day, dismissing his new assistant. It was taking some time but they were working through what they each needed to have a good working relationship. She was a lot more expensive and whiny than Y/N but he had to make peace with that. He checked the mirror, seeing the last traces of the black eye Curtis had given him. It’d been over a week and he’d be happy to see it finally gone. 

He turned when his door opened, expecting his assistant, but stopped in alarm when he saw the familiar, mustachioed face of Lloyd Hansen. 

“Ransom,” Lloyd smiled, holding his arms out. “It’s so good to see you again.”

“Lloyd,” Ransom hesitated. “To what do I owe the pleasure?”

“What? Can’t I just visit?”

“Well, given your current status of “exiled” I think you can understand my confusion.”

Lloyd’s grin faded a little, “oooh, who finally got the balls to punch you, Ran? I’m surprised it hasn’t happened before.”

“Well,” Ransom stalled, “it’s only fair. I was harassing one of his employees.”

“Fair? Ran how hard were you hit? That doesn’t sound like you.”

“I’ve grown, Lloyd. Now, I’ll ask again, to what do I owe the pleasure of your company?”

Lloyd’s smile widened, “always the kiss ass. No wonder the Bosses put you up in the elite tiers. Schmoozing the old ladies to get them to vote, donate, whatever. That was never my forte.”

Ransom huffed, “certainly not for a lack of willingness to talk. Can I get you a drink?”

“You got the good whiskey,” Lloyd asked before snorting a laugh. “Who am I kidding? Of course you’ve got the good stuff! Make it a double.”

Ransom turned to get the drinks and positioned himself so he could keep an eye on him while also seeming to not pay attention. He poured the drinks and handed Lloyd one before sitting down, gesturing for Lloyd to do the same. Lloyd took a long sip and nodded appreciatively. 

“So,” Lloyd remarked, “of course I am here on unfinished business.” Ransom nodded in understanding. “I was kicked out of my territory because the higher ups didn’t like how I handled things. You’d think guys with their background wouldn’t mind a little more blood on their hands. I got results, they kicked me out. I’ve finally got things sorted out and built up to take over everything. They won’t know what hit ‘em.”

Ransom's eyebrows shot up, “everything? You don’t want to be in charge of just the Gar- intel gathering anymore? The empire’s grown since you were last here. Are you sure you can handle it all?”

“That’s where you come in, pretty boy,” Lloyd retorts before taking another sip. “We both know public relations ain’t my thing. You be the face of everything, keep your nice lifestyle, maybe even make it cushier, and I’ll handle all the dirty work. You know, the fun side of things.”

“Such a generous offer. How long do I have to think about it?”

“By the time I’ve finished my drink.”

Ransom nods, “so I’d still be doing all the schmoozing and kiss-ass work?”

“Yes,” Lloyd acknowledged, taking another long sip. “But you’d have a much bigger allowance and a lot more support in the harassment of employees.”

“It’s a very tempting offer,” Ransom conceded. “May I ask the repercussions if I decline?”

“Well, I can’t exactly have you telling the others that I’m in town, let alone that I have plans.” He raises an eyebrow while opening his jacket, showing Ransom the gun he has strapped to his chest. 

Ransom nods and contemplates, watching Lloyd’s drink slowly disappear. “It is a good deal, but what assurances do I have that your plan will work? I’m already on thin ice with the Bosses. If they find out I helped you in any way, even by not mentioning your visit, it’ll be a death sentence for me, too.”

“Ransom, I’m hurt,” Lloyd mocked. “You think I would even tell you this much if I wasn’t certain of my victory?”

“In my defense, you’ve been found out before.”

Lloyd sighed, “I suppose you’re right. Fine.” Lloyd drinks the last of his whiskey and sets the glass down before standing up, “either you agree to help me and get a much more self-indulgent lifestyle, or you turn me down and end up dead. You have no other guarantees in life.”

“How do you know I won’t just tell them you’re here?”

“Because you know, damn well, I’ll do so much more than just give you a black eye,” Lloyd glowered. “I’ve got my own comm guys monitoring all of your devices as well as a few well placed bugs. You won’t be able to do anything to warn them without my knowing. And neither of us would really enjoy your screams as I make an example out of you.”

Ransom glared up at Lloyd, “well. I guess I don’t have much of a choice then. I’ll be expecting my first paycheck soon. I’ve got an assistant to win over.”

“That cute one who just left?”

“No, she’s the temporary replacement,” Ransom huffed. “My last assistant was the fat one?” Ransom searched Lloyd’s face for any sign he knew of the woman he was talking about but found none.

“Huh, never would’ve taken you to be interested in the bigger ladies,” Lloyd smiled. “That’s usually my demographic.”

“I have a new appreciation for them,” Ransom professed. “I blame you for getting the idea in my head.”

Lloyd laughed, “now that’s something I’ll happily take the blame for.”

“Hey, Jake,” you ask as you hesitantly approach Jensen. 

He looks up from his work, “Hey Teach! What are you doing here? I thought it was your day off?”

“I thought so too,” you admit. “This…this is going to sound weird, but I think Ransom might be in trouble.” Jake’s brows furrowed in confusion and you continue, “I’ve been getting a bunch of gifts from him. They’ve been getting delivered seemingly nonstop since yesterday. I was gonna just throw them out, let him waste his money, but then I…I may have picked up a pattern?”

“How do you mean?”

“Well,” you hesitate, “this is going to sound paranoid, but I noticed that all of the gifts he got me were the same gifts some of his characters used when they had to silently indicate they needed help. He sent me begonias. Begonias mean “Beware” in flower language so whenever Mrs. Nylund wanted to warn her secret lover her husband was home, she’d spend hours working on the begonias. He also sent me orange lilies. When Miss Petrillo sent her mother yellow lilies, it meant she was fine but orange lilies meant she was in danger.”

Jake was listening patiently, nodding, “I dunno, it could just be those flowers were on his mind.”

“I thought that, too,” you admitted. “But then the jewelry started coming in. A necklace and earring set that are an exact match for the ones Lady Devereaux would fidget with as a signal to her security to remove the person she was talking to. An amulet with a challenge coin, just like Mr. Bryson sent to his brother as a silent signal for help. The list goes on.”

“That is pretty strange,” Jake admitted. “Since he was put on notice by the higher ups we have had a couple bugs added to his place.” He turns to his computer and starts typing, “let me check if they’ve picked up any unusual ac– No. No, you don’t.” Jake’s demeanor suddenly gets serious as he gives the computer his full focus, typing faster than you can register. “Oh, you’re a feisty one. You’re not getting into my systems you bastard. Aww, you really think that’ll work? Well watch me counter with this magic!”

He goes on for several minutes before finally sitting back and letting out a big breath. He looks at you, “I think you’re right. I think Ransom is in trouble.”

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Everything Turns Out Right - Ross Colton

He’s out of surgery and she meets him in his room afterwards, telling him “you know, they almost didn’t let me in here. They said I had to wait until you were up and asking for me.” Her pointed look towards him.

“They only let me in because you had me listed on your paperwork as your wife. Though I had to convince them, due to us not having the same last name.” 

He put his hands up in a half-hearted attempt, “I’m trying to manifest the things I want by speaking them into the universe.” 

“And you want a wife?” A faked pointed look shot to him. 

“Only if it’s you.” A cocky grin spreading to show his pearly whites. 

“I think your meds are too strong. You, mister, are lucky. I was able to convince them we hadn’t agreed to us taking each other’s names yet and that we were waiting for my passport to be renewed before anything else.” 

He chuckles, “So you’re going along with this wifey?” Her heart racing hearing him jokingly call her that name she desperately wants him to actually mean. 

“Only because I wanted to be here,” she stuck out her tongue, settling next to his bedside. 

Hours must have passed before the next person visited. “Mr. Colton…” stated a middle aged nurse.

“Shhh…please. She is trying to sleep,” he motioned to her curled up in the corner of the hospital room couch. “Kept her up all night worried with the injury as she had to fly in before learning anything further.” 

“So sorry, Mr. Colton. I was trying to inform you that visiting hours are soon to be over.” 

“She’s my wife. She can stay.” 

“My bad sir.” The nurse ducked out of the doorway. She stirred soon after. Blinking around, searching to understand her surroundings. 

“Tony is on his way here with real food for you. You need to eat. I’m pretty sure you last ate that snack size bag of Cheez-Its before the airplane ride.” He said. She squinty-eyed him. “You know I’m right.” 

“You need to eat too, R,” she huffed. 

“Already ate. Hospital food. Not half bad,” he shrugged, motioning to the bed tray with the past dinner plate. 

“I can go down to the cafe and get something before they close for the night,” she started to protest. He shook his head. 

“Too late sweets. He’s on his way. Meantime I’ve been channel surfing and I found a Jurassic Park movie marathon.” 

Thanks to Tony coming in with true food for her before retreating back to the team’s hotel, she was left with him again. “Come here sweetheart,” he motioned to the slightly larger than a twin bed. 

“R…” she started to protest. 

“Nuh uh honey. Join me, I need you here to make sure no dinosaurs come to eat me.” She rolled her eyes. 

“You’re a dork.” 

“Yeah, yeah, but I’m your dork. Now get over here.” She gingerly climbed into the bed as best as she could to avoid bumping into his shoulder. 

Before the team jetted off to the next city for the next game in the road series, a few stopped by to check in. She had slipped out to grab a cup of coffee while the men all talked briefly. “Soooo Tony spilled the beans that you told the docs she’s your wife…” Patty joked. 

“Well I knew she would just be too anxious to sit in the hotel room with one of you guys. No offense,” he replied back.

“You must really love her to go that far to lie about her to a hospital,” Brayden chimed in. 

“And to have us use your card to buy her that emergency flight,” Steven commented. “Ross you have to just tell her the way you feel. Sandra tells me that the way she looks at you is the same way that all of our ladies look at us, but that there is that look of longing written deep in her expression. Hate to break it to you now, but do something about it. Seriously.” No one knew that she had returned from her coffee adventure to over hear the conversation. 

Steven was right. All the guys were. Sandra was, and she knew exactly her feelings towards the New Jersey native as it was a family common topic of discussion in the family box. “I want to give her the entire universe. I wasn’t really lying about the whole wife part, more just trying to actually speak what I want into existence with her. I know Tony knows this since he was there to help me pick it out, but I have the ring for her.” A ring?! So he had that planned out already. 

She burst into the already cramped hospital room, carefully flinging herself into the body of the man she loved so much. A couple of the guys chuckled at the scene in front of them. “I love you so much, R.” 

“So I am guessing you heard the conversation,” his laugh reverberating through her. 

“Every word.”

“Well fuck this wasn’t really the way I had thought it would happen,” he glanced around the room at the guys. “I don’t even have it with me. Didn’t expect to have you here with me, even if it is due to the unfortunate circumstance.” 

“I don’t care if you physically have it. You have known that items aren’t important to me.” Her eyes getting all teary.

“Sweetheart, it’s important as it’s my promise to you. You deserve to have a ring. It’s been in my nightstand drawer for months.” That was true. He bought the ring almost a year ago. She had left for a weekend to visit her family, which meant he was able to go pick out the right ring for her. He had been speaking with a local jeweler for a handful of weeks, and the designed ring finally came in. 

The team left, and the couple (well Ross) was discharged from the hospital. The flight back to Tampa was uneventful, except for the company of one of the trainers to make sure there were no unforeseen complications to the injured offensive. When the two arrived home, he pulled the velvet box from that back part of his nightstand. Her tears springing to blur her vision. “Again, not how I had imagined or planned to do this for you,” he started. 

She shook her head, a silent laugh shaking her body. “My love, you have been the best part of my life,” he continued on. “The nonstop love you have for everyone around you. How much you pour yourself into your life. I could not even imagine life without you in it. When you came into my life, the sunshine brightened the world even further. I saw it from a different outlook that only you could show me.” He watched her closely as he momentarily struggled with the small box. 

Pulling it open, revealing the large custom ring to her. “Will you do me the honor of continuing that life, and be my wife?” He asked her. 

“Absolutely yes! I would say yes in every life time to you Ross.” She couldn’t imagine her life without him in it, and was so glad he felt the same. Through it all, life would be amazing with each other by their sides. 

#ross colton #imagine #nhl imagine #hockey imagine #nhl hockey #tampa bay lightning #tblightning

[curawrites]

A Gift

Xavier Thrope x Addams!fem! Reader

Warnings: Tyler Galpin, lazy ending

Note: just some fluff! i wrote this a while ago and I just need something to post. Reader is Wednesday’s sister 💚

You pushed open the door of the Weathervane, the chime of the little bell irritating your ears. A tortoise shell cat following close behind you.

“Welcome to the Weathervane how can I help you?” Tyler the barista your sister had taken a slight interest in greeted automatically, “Oh- sorry y/n, what can I get you?” He asked once seeing it was you.

You stared at him for a moment before greeting him coldly, “Hello Tyler.” You repositioned the strap of your cross body bag before speaking again. “I’m here for Xavier, not coffee.”

“Oh. I see. I can go get him.” Tyler replied awkwardly before heading towards the back of the cafe

You stood by the counter waiting. After a minute you finally see the long haired boy.

“Hello, Xavier.” You greet, much less coldly than you did the other boy.

“Hey, didn’t think I’d see you around the Weathervane, seeing as you don’t particularly like coffee.” Xavier smiled at you as he leaned on the counter.

“I’m done with my assignment actually.” You state, “I didn’t feel like torturing myself further by going to Pilgrim World to visit my sister so I decided to come here instead.”

“Well I’m flattered that you’ve come to see me. I can brew you some tea if you want.” He offered.

“No need, I’m not in the mood for a cup of tea.” You decline.

“So.. how was your day at Uriah’s Heap?” He asked as he started making coffee.

“I quite enjoyed myself honestly, the shop was good and I found many things I liked. But I would have enjoyed my time much more if Enid wasn’t flirting with Ajax the entire time.” You sighed.

Xavier chuckled before starting to make a latte, “Seems you’ve got yourself a little friend there.” He remarked looking at the cat rubbing itself against your legs.

You looked down at the fluffy cat, your gaze softening, “He’s been following me since I left Uriah’s Heap. I’m surprised that it’s so fond of someone like me.” You bent down to pick up the cat and held it in your arms like a little baby.

“He’s not the only one fond of you, you know.” Xavier passed on the latte to Tyler before going back to looking at you.

“Are you saying you’re fond of me, Xavier?” You asked looking at the boy

Your gentle expression made him smile boyishly, “What if I am, hm?”

“Then I would say that I’ve grown fond of you to.” You replied looking into his eyes.

“Really?” He asked, a bit surprised.

“Yes, you’re one of the only people who doesn’t make me want to crawl into an endless abyss to avoid them.” You joke but it didn’t really work considering your tone sounded the same.

“I’ll take that as win.” He smiled and straightened back up.

You gently placed the cat down on the floor, “Anyway. I decided to call the cat Belphegor and got him a collar after I purchased some things at Uriah’s heap.” You say as you dug through your bag trying to find the collar you bought. You pulled out a spiked black collar from your bag and ripped off the packaging.

“Love the collar. It fits right in with your.. aesthetic.” Xavier commented.

“I didn’t pick it, he did. I would of rather given him a sophisticated bow tie but he was very insistent on getting this one.” You said crouching down to the cats level so you could put on its collar.

He chuckled at the thought of you arguing with the cat in collar isle of the pet store while it just meowed loudly back, “What else did you get?” He asked.

“A few shirts and sweaters.” You shrugged, “and a gift for you..which I’d rather give to you in private.” You said shyly.

“You’re full of surprises today, y/n” He grinned.

You rolled your eyes, “When does your shift end?”

Xavier checked the clock mounted on the wall, “In about half an hour.” He sighed.

You visibly deflated, “Well then, can I get a cup of tea then?”

“Of course, what kind?” He got a mug ready.

“Black tea.” You replied getting out your wallet.

“Don’t worry about paying, it’s on the house.” He smiled, before turning around to prepare your tea.

While his back was turned you stuffed a five dollar bill into the tip jar before sitting down at a table near by.

Your leg bounced anxiously as you waited.

You really hoped he was going to like it..

#xavier thorpe x reader #xavier thorpe wednesday #xavier thorpe #wednesday #fluff #addams reader #xavier x reader #xavier x y/n #xavier thrope fanfic #xavier x you #xavier thorpe x y/n

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we could be more | dean winchester | 2

Summary: Ivonne Rainer was practically a trained killing machine. Stripped to the bone then built back up by her father in order to become one of the best, like he was. She was forced into hunting when she was nineteen, having developed powers that couldn’t be explained. That is, until she was paid a visit by Azazel’s lackey. Her powers were gone, she needed help, and that’s when she found her father’s journal. Pointing to Sam and Dean Winchester.

SERIES MASTERLIST

EVERYBODY LOVES A CLOWN

NOW PLAYING: TEARS OF A CLOWN - IRON MAIDEN

I walked up to Sam and Dean, smiling sadly. “I’m sorry ‘bout your dad. I’ve got my clothes in here, so I’ll change quickly.” 

“Alright.” Dean opened the door to my car, giving me a wink. “Sam and I’ll block the windows.” I climbed into it, putting on a black dress and heels before getting out. 

Dean whistled. “Lookin’ pretty, Beanie.” 

“Beanie?” I raised an eyebrow, and so did Sam. 

“She wears a beanie. Beanies are adorable and so is she. So I’m callin’ her Beanie.” 

“I can’t win.” I groaned. “Let’s just go, you don’t want to be late.” 

“Yeah, we don’t.” Sam scowled at Dean as we got back into the car, Dean punished by sitting in the backseat while I rode shotgun. 

“I can’t help but feel like this is my fault. Like I’m some bad omen.” I frowned, but was waved off by Sam. 

“No, no. If anything, you helped.” 

“You saved my life, Beanie, I owe you a lot for that.” Dean piped up.

“Will you stop calling me Beanie?” I asked, hopeful. 

“No chance.” 

“Worth a shot.” We spent the rest of the road in silence until we pulled up at a location with everyone dressed in black, and there was a funeral pyre. This was John Winchester’s funeral. I, at first, insisted on not going, but Sam and Dean insisted that I’d come along. I stood in silence, thanking the stars that the second funeral I’d been to had been without my empathic abilities. I couldn’t feel anything, and it was bliss. 

“Before he.. before, did he say anything to you? About anything?” Sam asked Dean, who looked down. 

“No.. no. Nothing.” He replied monotonously, and I looked between the two before enjoying the absence of overwhelming emotions.

Sam nudged me, taking me out of my thoughts. “You okay?” 

“Yeah, just in thought.” I replied quietly, watching the pyre burn. 

“I-I can’t take much more of this.” Dean groaned, walking off. We followed him to the Impala, where he handed me my clothes, so I went to the nearest bathroom and changed, coming back out while fixing my scarf. 

“Alright, what now?” I asked, fixing my hair. 

“Home?” Dean shrugged. “Though I need to get my Impala.” 

“Let’s take my car, then, and spend a bit at my place before we get your car.” I offered. “Then we can tow the Impala out to my house. I’ve got quite a few tools there you can use.” 

“Sounds like a privilege, Beanie.” Dean grinned to Sam, going shotgun. “See? I knew we should’ve kept her with us.” 

“Thanks, Ivonne.” Sam whispered in my ear, and I patted his shoulder. 

“Please.” I scoffed. “You two are helping me live. Lunch is an understatement.” I opened my car door, getting in. “There’s a good cafe where I can get us lunch. Wanna make a pit stop there?” 

“That would be good, yeah.” Sam nodded. I put my foot down on the pedal, playing music while I drove. 

“Got some water?” Dean asked, so I gave him a fresh bottle from the side pocket. He sipped it intently. “I love a girl who can drive-“

”Drink your water.” I laughed, turning the wheel while Sam snickered in the back. 

“Tell him, Ivonne.” He grinned. “He needs it.” 

“Sammy, be nice.” Dean chastised playfully, then turned to me. “When did you start hunting?”

”As soon as I developed magic abilities, which was at 19.” I replied. “Roommate of mine had a vengeful spirit after them. Conveniently, they showed up so I could destroy it.” 

“Sounds like a ride.” Sam commented. 

“You have no idea.” I laughed. I pulled up at a cafe, parking quickly. I checked myself in the mirror quickly, arranging my hair to look, well, better. 

“Who’re you preening for?” Dean scoffed, re-popping his collar and sorting out his hair.

“Who’re you preening for?” I retorted. 

“I asked first. Is there a guy in there?” 

“Hot barista.” I grinned, taking out a lip gloss and applying it. “He went to my high school.” I opened the car door, getting out and both of them following suit.

“So you’re taken?” Dean joked. 

“Dean.” Sam groaned.

“It’s a serious question!” 

“Hopefully I will be.” I teased. “Maybe then you’ll get off my back.” 

“Kind of hard to do, sweetheart.” Dean winked, giving me the fifth once-over of the day. We went into the cafe, and the barista at the counter smirked once he saw me. His name was Alex, and he had messy brown hair with startling blue eyes, and he was visibly well-built. I walked over to the counter, and he chuckled. 

“Ivonne… Hazel… Rainer.” He laughed. “It’s been a very long time since I’ve seen you.” 

“Alex Wilde.” I smiled. “I could say the same for you.”

I heard some movement behind me, and Alex’s eyes flickered to Dean and Sam. “Who’re these two? Bodyguards?” 

He hit the nail on the head. I giggled, shaking my head. “I wish I was famous enough for bodyguards. This is Sam and Dean.” 

“Nice to meet you.” Sam shook Alex’s hand. “I’m Sam.” 

“And I’m Dean.” Dean also shook Alex’s hand, a small smirk on his face. 

“Alex.” Alex grinned, then turned to me. “Your usual?” 

“You know it.” I smiled. 

“And you guys?” 

“I’ll take a latte.” Sam spoke up. 

“I’ll have what the lady’s having.” Dean nodded to me, flashing his signature smirk again. 

“Alright, I’ll get that to y’all.” Alex nodded, and we sat down. Dean raised an eyebrow, scoffing as he nodded towards Alex.

“Him? Really?” 

“Yes, him.” I shot back. 

“He seems nice.” Sam contradicted. 

“Exactly!” 

“Seems like a wimp.” Dean rolled his eyes. 

“Dean, be nice.” Sam chastised. 

“I’m saying that Beanie can do better than a barista.” 

“A hot barista.” I retorted. 

“You can’t argue with that logic.” Sam whistled. 

Dean just shook his head.

I opened the door to my house, letting the boys in and taking off my shoes.

“Sweet joint.” Dean praised while Sam picked up salt from the edge of the room. 

“This is where you got your powers taken from you, right?” He deduced, and I nodded, then turned to Dean, who was about to head to the kitchen. I snapped my fingers. 

“Hey, ay, ay!” I called, getting his attention. “Shoes off past that point.” 

“Really?” He groaned, turning to me. 

“Shoes. Off.” I glared at him for a moment, then he conceded, taking his shoes off. Sam did too for good measure, both of them lining it up neatly. I took a piece of paper, writing on it then sticking it above the doorway. 

SHOES OFF PAST THIS POINT IF YOU WANNA LIVE :)

- Ivy

”Really, Beanie?” Dean grimaced. “It’s that necessary?” 

“My house, my rules.” 

“My shoes, my rules.” 

“My house is bigger and more expensive.” I mimicked a mic drop, “I’ve got two spare bedrooms so you boys don’t have to suffer sharing the same bed. Settle down, and after a week we’ll go to the impound.” 

“Who put you in charge?” Dean argued. 

“Common sense did.” I replied smoothly as I walked into the kitchen.

”I gotta say,” Sam quipped, “I agree with common sense.” Dean narrowed his eyes. 

“Which side are you on?!”

We were forward a week, and we’d reached the impound where Dean’s car was stationed. It looked, well, better than before, and Sam was awkwardly standing over him. I think that the prospect of John’s death really hit Dean like a bullet train, because he got grumpier and grumpier as the week went. I guess the momentary laughs were just denial. 

“How's the car coming along?” Sam asked, looking down on Dean’s legs, which were the only thing you could see with his torso under the car. 

“Slow.” Dean replied coldly. Ouch.

”Yeah? Need any help?” 

“What?” He laughed. “You, under a hood? I’ll pass.” 

“Need anything else, then?” 

“Stop it, Sam.” Dean pushed himself out from under the car, looking agitated. Something seemed to pull a nerve there.

”Stop what?” Sam asked, looking confused. 

“Stop asking if I need anything, stop asking if I'm okay. I'm okay. Really. I promise.” 

“All right, Dean, it's just... We've been at Ivonne’s for over a week now and you haven't brought up Dad once.”

”You know what? You're right. Come here. I'm gonna lay my head gently on your shoulder. Maybe we can cry, hug, and maybe even slow dance.” Dean scoffed. I frowned, folding my arms. 

“Don't patronise me, Dean, Dad is dead. The Colt is gone, and it seems pretty damn likely that the demon is behind all of this, and you're acting like nothing happened.” Sam pleaded.

“What do you want me to say?”

“Say something, all right? Hell, say anything! Aren't you angry? Don't you want revenge? But all you do is sit out here all day long buried underneath this damn car.” 

“Revenge, huh?” Dean nodded sceptically, jaw ticking. 

“Yeah.” 

“Sounds good. You got any leads on where the demon is? Making heads or tails of any of Dad's research? Because I sure ain't. But you know, if we do finally find it - oh. No, wait, like you said. The Colt's gone. But I'm sure you've figured out another way to kill it. We've got nothing, Sam. Nothing, okay? So you know the only thing I can do? Is I can work on the car-“

“Just shut the hell up!” I burst out, slapping my forehead. “I’ve had enough of this, I really have. The tension here is thick enough for me to take a knife and stab right through it. Sam, reflect. Dean, we need to talk.” I took Dean by the collar, dragging him away from Sam while he feebly protested. 

“Hey, hey, watch the collar!” He finally swatted my hand away, popping his collar again and then folding his arms. “What?” 

“You need to cut the attitude, cause you’re acting like a douche.” I frowned, folding my own. “Your dad died-“ 

“Yeah, my dad died. What about it?” 

“You’re acting strong, Dean.” I sighed. “You’re a stubborn person, I know that, but it doesn’t change the fact that you’re hurting. But so is your brother.” 

Dean scoffed, “I’m not hurting-“ 

“Yes, you are.” I insisted, raising my eyebrows. “It’s so obvious and I know it’s hard to deal, but you can’t shut Sam out like that. He needs your help, even if you don’t realise it.” 

“You sound like you’re speaking from experience.” Dean’s eyes narrowed and suddenly I had no voice. I looked down, remaining silent, and he gently took my shoulders, bending down and trying to get me to look at him. “Who died, Ivonne? Talk to me.”

“It’s not important.” I muttered, then turned and walked over to Sam. “He’s gonna be better, I think.” 

“Thanks, Ivonne, I…” Sam paused for a moment, “I’ve just never seen him like this and it’s scaring me a bit.” 

“I don’t blame you.” I sighed. “He’s acting up and it’s not okay, but he’s visibly hurt by this. I’m gonna try and be there for him and so should you. Even if he doesn’t let you.” 

“Makes sense.” 

“So,” I spread my arms, “bring it in.” He hugged me tightly, and I patted his back. “It’s gonna be ok, Sam.” We detached, “Now show me whatcha got.” 

“This is one of dad's old phones.” He took out a battered phone. “Took me a while, but I cracked his voicemail code. Listen to this.” 

“Wait-“ I turned, “DEAN! GET YOUR BUTT OVER HERE!” Dean walked over, and Sam played the voicemail. 

‘John, it's Ellen. Again. Look, don't be stubborn, you know I can help you. Call me.’ 

“That message is four months old.” Sam frowned. 

“Dad saved that chick's message for four months?” Dean blinked. 

“Yeah.”

”Well, who's Ellen, for starters?” I asked. “Any mention of her in John’s journal?” 

“No. But I ran a trace on her phone number and I got an address.” 

“Let’s take my car.” I offered, holding up my keys. 

“Sounds like a plan.” Dean agreed.

We approached the Roadhouse Saloon, with Dean at the wheel this time, and he smoothly parked in front. We got out, looking around cautiously. 

“Hello?” Sam called, “Anybody here?”

”They will be here soon.” I hissed. 

“Just checking!”

“Hey. You bring the, uh…” Dean held out his hand, and Sam searched his pockets. 

“Yeah.” He tossed a pickpocketing tool to Dean, who quickly opened the door to the saloon. We crept in, eyes darting around. A light bulb blew out, and there was a man passed out at the bar. 

“Hey, buddy?” Sam whispered, and I chuckled. 

“I’m guessing that’s not Ellen.” I quipped with a smirk. I went behind the bar, searching for someone. Then I heard a click, a smack and Dean calling out for help. 

“Sam! Sammy! I need some help!” 

“My hands are tied too.” Sam replied, and I pulled out my gun, flicking down the safety pin. I raised it, moving into the room behind the woman holding a gun to Sam’s head. 

“Mine aren’t.” I growled, alerting both the attackers. “Drop your guns and let them go or you’ll both be on the floor faster than you can say ‘hands up’.” 

“Wait…” Dean’s attacker popped out from behind him, her eyes widening when she saw me. She had long blonde hair, brown eyes and the most recognisable style I have ever seen. Nobody wears a green tank top and mom jeans and pulls it off that well. “Ivvy?” 

“Jo?” I half-laughed, half-exhaled as we both realised who we were dealing with. We stored our guns in our pockets, hugging each other tightly. 

“I’m so glad you’re here!”

”I’m so glad I’m here, trust me.” 

“I’m confused.” Dean whispered. 

“They know each other, Dean.” Sam hissed.

”Should have done a degree in stating the obvious, Sammy.”

”Sam? Dean? Winchester?” Ellen questioned, looking between the two. 

“Yeah.” Dean nodded. 

“Son of a…” 

“Mom, do you know these guys?” Jo asked, detaching herself from me. 

“I think these are John Winchester’s boys.” 

“They are.” I nodded. 

Ellen laughed, lowing her handgun. “Hey, I'm Ellen. This is my daughter Jo.” 

Dean flashed his signature smirk at Jo, who smiled back. “Hey.” He grinned. 

“Hey.” She replied, looking bashful. 

“You’re not gonna hit me again, are you?”

”Here you go.” Ellen offered Dean a towel with ice, which he accepted. 

“Thanks.” 

“Good one. I’ve been waiting to do that.” I whispered to Jo, who giggled.

”You called our dad, said you could help. Help with what?” 

“Well, the demon, of course. I heard he was closing in on it.” Ellen said candidly. 

“What, was there an article in the Demon Hunters Quarterly that I missed?” Dean scoffed. “I mean, who-who are you? How do you know about all this?”

”Hey, I just run a saloon. But hunters have been known to pass through now and again. Including your dad a long time ago. John was like family once.” 

“Oh yeah? How come he never mentioned you?” 

“You’d have to ask him that.” 

“So why exactly do we need your help?”

“Hey, don't do me any favors. Look, if you don't want my help, fine. Don't let the door smack your butt on the way out. But John wouldn't have sent you if...” She trailed off, eyes widening, “he didn’t send you. He's all right, isn't he?“

“No. No, he isn't. It was the demon, we think.” Sam stammered. “It, um, it just got him before he got it, I guess.” 

“I’m so sorry.” 

“It’s ok. We’re ok.” Dean coughed. 

“No, he is not.” I muttered.

”Really? I know how close you and your dad were.” 

“Really, lady, we’re fine.” Dean growled through gritted teeth. 

“‘Course you are.” I tutted. 

“Ivonne.”

“So look, if you can help, we could use all the help we can get.” Sam pleaded. 

“Well, we can't.” Ellen stated. “But Ash will.” 

“Who’s Ash?” I blinked. 

“ASH!” The sleeping man at the bar woke up, flailing his arms. 

“I’m up, I’m up! Is it closing time?” Ash slurred.

“That’s Ash?” Sam coughed. 

“Delightful.” I grimaced.

”Mhmm. He’s a genius.” Jo convinced, but I wasn’t as much as she was. She started pouring glasses of water, while Ellen slapped a folder on the table. Sam sat down, leaving Dean and I to stand. 

“You've gotta be kidding me, this guy's no genius.” Dean groaned. “He's a Lynyrd Skynyrd roadie.” 

“Shut your pie hole.” I snapped. 

“I like you.” Ash chuckled, pointing to me.

”Thanks.” 

“Just give him a chance.” Jo sighed. Dean resigned, sitting down. 

“All right.” Dean cleared his throat. “This stuff's about a year's worth of our dad's work, so uh, let's see what you make of it.” 

“Come on. This stuff ain't real.” Ash scoffed. “There ain't nobody can track a demon like this.” 

“Their dad could.” I retorted. 

“There are non-parametrics, statistical overviews, prospects and correlations, I mean.. damn!” Ash exclaimed. “They're signs. Omens. Uh, if you can track 'em, you can track this demon. You know, like crop failures, electrical storms... You ever been struck by lightning? It ain't fun.” 

“Can you track it or not?” Sam groaned. 

“Yeah, with this, I think so. But it's gonna take time, uh, give me…” Ash clicked his tongue, “fifty one hours.” He then got up to leave. 

”Hey, man?” Dean piped up. 

“Yeah?” 

“I, uh, dig the haircut.” It was an odd haircut, I’ll give him that.

“All business up front, party in the back.” He left, and I turned to Ellen. 

“It’s nice to see you again, Ivvy.” Ellen smiled, passing me a beer. 

“Same to you, El.” I grinned. “Haven’t felt this at home in ages.” 

“How’re you feeling after Danny?” She asked, and I kissed my teeth, thinking. 

“Better than I was. Until the Devil took my powers.” 

“He did what?!” She slammed the table. “Evil little son of a-“ 

“Ok, ok!” I chuckled, “It’s fine. I’m survivin’.” 

“He shouldn’t.” Ellen growled. “I remember when you were just a girl. Sweetest thing I’ve ever met. These powers corrupted you, but that demon’s going to do worse.” 

“Yeah, I get that.” I sighed, looking down. 

“I think Jo’s free from Dean, go catch up.” I immediately got up, going over to Jo and hugging her again. 

“What’s this about your powers gone?” She asked, and I showed her the rune. 

“Gone until the demon dies or I find a ‘drop of love’.” I scoffed.

“What’s that?” 

“That’s what I’m trying to figure out.” 

“I’m sure you will.” She patted my shoulder. “By the way, this Dean pal of yours was flirting with me.” 

“Pay no attention to him.” I laughed. “He does that with me too. He puts on a Jerry Maguire act for nothing.” 

“He’s that kind of guy, got it.” She giggled. 

“Yeah, I wouldn’t mess with him if I were you.” I joked.

”Hey, Beanie!” Dean called, and I whipped around. 

“What?” I snapped back. 

“Beanie?” Jo whisper-giggled.

”Short story.” 

“C’mere!” Dean yelled again, and I walked over to the two. 

“Whaddya want from me?” I groaned, sitting down. 

“Very courteous, Beanie.” 

“Forgive me, Your Majesty.” I drawled. “Sammy, what’re we doing?” 

“Murders, not far from here.” Sam replied, showing me the file. 

“Well, we should probably check that out.” I clicked my tongue. 

“That’s what I told Ellen we’d do.”

“You've gotta be kidding me. A killer clown?” Dean groaned as he drove my Chevrolet Corvette, Sam in the back with me with the case. 

“Yeah. He left the daughter unharmed and killed the parents. Ripped them to pieces, actually.” Sam exhaled sharply. 

“And this family was at some carnival that night?” 

“Right, right. Uh, the Cooper Carnivals.” 

“So how do you know we're not dealing with some psycho carnie in a clown suit?” 

“Well, the cops have no viable leads, and all the employees were tearing down shop.” I explained, looking through sheafs of evidence. “Alibis all around. Plus this girl said she saw a clown vanish into thin air. Cops are saying trauma, of course.” 

“Well, I know what you're thinking, Sam.” Dean smirked. “Why did it have to be clowns?”

”Oh, give me a break.” Sam groaned. 

“You didn't think I'd remember, did you? I mean, come on, you still burst out crying whenever you see Ronald McDonald on the television.” 

“At least I’m not afraid of flying.” 

“Planes crash!” 

“And apparently clowns kill!” 

“And so will I in a second!” I cut in, silencing them both. 

“I’d rather take the plane.” Dean gulped. 

“And me the clown.” Sam whispered. 

“Thank you.” I smiled briefly. “So these types of murders, did they ever happen before?” 

“Uh, a-according to the file, 1981, the Bunker Brothers Circus, same M.O. It happened three times, three different locales.” Sam stammered. 

“It's weird, though, I'm mean if it is a spirit it's usually bound to a specific locale, you know, a house, or a town.” Dean frowned, so I pulled a book out of my satchel, flicking through. 

“So how’s this one travelling?” 

“Cursed object, perhaps.” I shrugged, “Spirit attaches itself to something and the carnival carries it around with them. Unlikely, but plausible.”

”Great, paranormal scavenger hunt.” Sam grimaced. 

“Well, this case was your idea.” Dean retorted. “By the way, why is that? You were awfully quick to jump on this job.”

”So?” 

“It's just... not like you, that's all. I thought you were hell-bent for leather on the demon hunt.”

”I don't know, I just think, this job, it's what Dad would have wanted us to do.” 

“What Dad would’ve wanted?” 

“Yeah? So?” Sam sassed. 

“Nothin’.”

Geez.

We pulled up at the carnival, where the police already were. 

“Watch out.” Dean whistled. “Five-o’s.”

”You’ll be fine.” I assured. “Don’t make a scene, keep your head down and keep walking.”

”Knowing Dean, that’s not gonna happen.” Sam grimaced as we all got out of the car. 

“Ever since she came, you two have been ganging up on me.” Dean grumped. 

“That’s cause I finally get to have a conversation with someone who has common sense.”

”I’m proud not to have common sense, Sammy. I own my flaws.”

”Never say that again.” I laughed. 

“Try me, Beanie.” Dean smirked, whipping my beanie off my head and jamming it onto his own. Sam ran his fingers through my hair a bit, tidying it up, and I gave him a small smile, combing my fingers in the same direction. A three-foot tall clown went by, and Sam stared at it, nervous, and she stared back as well before walking into the distance. “Did you get her number?” 

Sam scowled, looking like a six year old. “More murders?” 

“Twice recently.” I explained. “Ripped to shreds, and a little boy survived, and he was with them.” 

“Who fingered a clown.” Sam finished, getting a weird look from Dean. “What?” 

“So, a clown who just apparently vanished into thin air.” Dean raised an eyebrow.

“Dean, you know, looking for a cursed object is like trying to find a needle in a stack of needles. They could be anything.” 

“It’s going to give off EMF.” I mused. 

“So we’ll just scan everything.” Dean added optimistically. 

“Oh, good, that's nice and... inconspicuous.” Sam sighed. 

“We can blend in.” I smirked, gesturing to the ‘Help Wanted’ sign conveniently placed near us. We ventured inside, spotting a man with sunglasses throwing knives on a target, but they didn’t quite hit bullseye. 

“Excuse me, we're looking for a Mr. Cooper, have you seen him around?” Dean asked him, and the man turned around. 

“Is that some kinda joke?” He took off his sunglasses, and his eyes had cataracts. Oh damn, he was blind.

”Oh. God, I'm-I'm sorry.” 

“You think I wouldn't give my eyeteeth to see Mr. Cooper? Or a sunset, or anything at all?” The blind man growled. 

“Wanna give me some help here?” Dean whispered to Sam. 

“No, not really.” Sam whispered back. 

“Hey man, is there a problem?” A short guy appeared, looking up at Dean with a suspicious expression. 

Trouble’s coming. 

I draped my hair over one shoulder, undid a few of my top buttons, took a tube of lip gloss and touched up my makeup. I dumped my scarf on Sam, who gave me a questioning look.

“Yeah, this guy hates blind people.” The blind man grumbled.

”Do you have a problem?” The man asked Dean. 

Dean chuckled nervously. “No, it’s just a little misunderstanding.” 

“Little?! Son of a-“ 

“Come on, boys, let’s not fight.” I interrupted, gaining the three men’s attention. 

“Who’s she?” Blind man barked. “She sounds pretty.” 

“She is pretty.” Short man replied with a smirk. 

“I’m flattered.” I laughed, faking it. God, this was demeaning. “Now, my friends and I don’t want any trouble. We’re just looking for Mr Cooper. D’you know where to find him?”

“Follow me, sweetheart.” We followed the short man, and Dean regrouped with Sam and I. 

“What the hell?” Dean whispered. “I’m trying to make amends for accidentally offending someone and you just pout your lips?” 

“Perks of being a woman.” I smirked, patting Dean’s shoulder. “It’s easy to charm a man who hasn’t known a woman’s touch in ages.” 

“That was genius.” Sam chuckled. 

“I know.” We reached the door to Mr Cooper’s office, and we were let in. 

“Mr Cooper?” The short man asked. “You got three new recruits.” We walked in and saw Mr Cooper at his desk. There were three chairs, and one with a clown painted on it. Sam sat down gingerly, while Dean sat looking smug. 

“You boys, and lady, picked a hell of a time to join up.” Cooper grunted.  “We've got all kinds of local trouble.”

“What do you mean?” Dean frowned.

“Oh, a couple of folks got themselves murdered.” He waved his hand. “Cops always seem to start here first. So, you two ever worked the circuit before?” 

“Yes sir, last year through Texas and Arkansas.” 

“Doing what? Ride jockies? Butcher? ANS men?” 

“Just a little bit of everything, I guess.” Sam shrugged. 

“You lot have never done a show in your lives, have you?” 

“No, we have not, sir.” I admitted. “But my brothers and I do need the money.” I saw a twitch of surprise in Dean’s face, but he masked it pretty well. 

“You see that picture? That's my daddy.” Cooper pointed to a picture. 

“You look just like him, Mr Cooper.” 

“He was in the business. Ran a freakshow. Till they outlawed them, most places. Apparently displaying the deformed isn't dignified. So most of the performers went from honest work to rotting in hospitals and asylums. That's progress. I guess. You see, this place, it's a refuge for outcasts. Always has been. For folks that don't fit in nowhere else. But you two? You should go to school. Find a couple of girls. Have two point five kids. Live regular.” Cooper turned to me, “And you, little lady, should build a life of your own. You three’re no outcasts.” 

“You’d be surprised.” I laughed. 

Sam leaned forward, serious. “Sir? We don't want to go to school. And we don't want regular. We want this.” 

“You got assistant manager?” Dean scoffed, picking up rubbish. “How?”

“Perks of being a woman. And downsides of being a man who hasn’t known a woman’s touch in many decades.” I winked. We both got a phone call, so we picked up. “Hello?” 

‘Hey, guys.’ 

“What’s up, Sammy? You sound like you saw a clown.” Dean frowned. 

‘Very funny. Skeleton, actually.’ 

“Are we talking real human bones?” I asked, narrowing my eyes. 

‘In the funhouse. Listen, I was thinking. What if the spirit isn't attached to a cursed object -- what if it's attached to its own remains?’

”Does it give off EMF?” Dean and I asked at the same time. 

‘Well, no, but-’  

“We’ll check it out anyway.” I nodded. 

“We’re coming to you, Sammy.” Dean said before cutting the call. “Did you have to say that at the same time?” 

“Not my fault we think the same way.” I grinned, taking my beanie off Dean and ruffling his hair before pulling it over my head. 

“Bug off.” 

“Make me.” I teased before walking off. I reached Sam, tapping him on the shoulder. “Whatcha got?”

”Nothing.” He shoved his hands in his pockets. “Nothing gives off EMF yet.” 

“It will.” I assured. “Just gotta keep your patience.” 

“Easy for you to say.” 

“Hey! It’s hard work, being hit on by a short man!” 

“Fine, fine.” Dean approached us, looking grumpy. “What took you so long?” 

“Long story.”

”Mommy, look at the clown!” We heard a little girl giggle, pointing to nowhere. 

“What clown?” Her mother asked, looking around, then she took the girl’s hand. “Come on, sweetie.”

We exchanged a look; something was up.

”What I want to know,” I whispered angrily, “is why you told Papazian about the killer ghost clown.” We were on a stakeout at the girl’s house, just waiting. 

“I told him an urban legend about a homicidal phantom clown. I never said it was real.” Dean shrugged. He cocked a gun, but Sam slapped it down. 

”Keep that down!” Sam hissed. 

“Oh, and get this. I mentioned the Bunker Brother's Circus in '81 and their, uh, evil clown apocalypse? Guess what.” 

“What?” 

“Before Mr. Cooper owned Cooper Carnival, he worked for Bunker Brothers. He was their lot manager.” 

“So Cooper brought the spirit with him?” I mused.

”Something like that.” Dean shook his head, sighing. “I can't believe we keep talking about clowns.” 

“Nobody can.” I grimaced. “Alright, let’s keep watch. Nobody close their eyes.” 

Dean fell asleep. 

At around midnight, we saw the girl go over to the door, opening it. “Wanna come and play?” The clown entered with her, and we jolted Dean awake, dragging him with us. We broke in, waiting in the hallway. “Wanna see Mommy and Daddy? They're upstairs.” As soon as the clown and the girl came in sight, I rushed forward, taking her out of the clown’s grip. She started screaming, but I loosened my grip. 

“I’m not going to hurt you.” I whispered. She quietened down, but then Dean shot the clown and she hugged me, crying. 

“Dean, watch out!” Sam yelled, and the clown escaped. 

“I’ve got you.” I murmured, stroking the girl’s back. “Don’t worry.”

”What's going on here?” The father ran down the stairs, his eyes widening when he saw his daughter hugging me. “Get away from my-“ 

Her mother ran down too, gasping. “Oh my god, what are you doing to my daughter?!” 

“Who the hell are you? Get out! Get out of my house!” Sam and Dean fled, but I breathed shakily, frozen for a moment. 

“Mommy, Daddy, the man shot my clown!” The girl cried, then pointed to me. “She saved me!” 

“You saved my daughter.” The mother sobbed, hugging me. “Thank you.” 

“How can we repay you?” The dad asked, picking his daughter up. 

“I- you don’t n-need to.” I stammered. “I know what it’s like to not be protected when you need it. My parents weren’t exactly there, so she’s lucky to have you.” 

“We’re lucky that you were there.” The mother smiled. 

And that’s how I ended up leaving with food. 

I trudged over to the car, where Dean and Sam were waiting. 

“Where were you?” Sam sighed in relief upon seeing me, unfolding his arms. 

“We couldn’t get in cause you have the keys!” Dean grumped. 

“Can I console you with food?” I held up the food, and they stared at me. 

“Uh… how? Why?” 

“The little girl told her parents that I saved her from you two.” I chuckled nervously. “They asked me how they could repay me and I told them they didn’t have to, but they sent me with food and a large flask of cocoa.” 

“Beanie, I’ve never appreciated you so much until this day.” Dean grinned. 

“Hey, what’s that supposed to mean?” 

“Do you think they got the plate?” Dean asked while munching on a sandwich. 

“Nope.” I smirked. “Covered the plate when we got here. Then I whipped it off before we left, so it’s unlikely they saw anything. But I’ve been thinking. One thing's for sure.” 

“What is?” Sam asked, also eating a sandwich.

”We're not dealing with a spirit. I mean, that rock salt hit something solid.” 

“Yeah, a person? Or maybe a creature that can make itself invisible?” 

“Yeah, and dresses up like a clown for kicks?” Dean scoffed. “Did it say anything in Dad's journal?” 

Sam flicked through it, eyebrows furrowed. “Nope.” 

I pulled out my phone, dialling a number and holding it to my ear. 

“Who’re you callin’?” Dean asked. 

“Jo.” I replied, getting out of the car, then she picked the call up. 

‘Hello?’ 

“Hey, Jo, it’s Ivvy.” 

‘Oh, hey! Whatcha need?’

”The boys and I just finished a stakeout at a girl’s house because she came into contact with the clown. Dean shot it, but it was solid. Is Ash back with his evidence?” 

‘Yeah. Lemme pass the phone to him.’

’Hey, pretty lady.’

’Ash!’

’I’m kidding! Anyway, I think what you’re lookin’ for is called a Rakshasa. An ancient demon from Hindu mythology. It takes on a human form, feeds on human flesh and can’t enter a home unless invited. They sleep on a bed of dead insects and wake up around every twenty to thirty years. Sounds accurate.’ 

“How do you kill it?”

‘Blade made of pure brass. That’s our best guess.’ Ellen cut in. ‘If it’s right, you’re welcome; if it’s wrong, see you on the other side.’ 

“I’ll make sure to tell you if it worked.” I laughed. “Alright, see you guys.” 

‘Bye!’ I cut the call, climbing back in. Dean and Sam looked grumpier, and I raised my eyebrow. 

“Did you two fight again?” 

“No.” Dean grumbled, and I turned to Sam. 

“Sammy?” 

“No.” He replied a lot more civilly. 

“The moment I leave.” I grimaced.

”What did Ellen say?” Sam asked. 

“What we’re looking for, they said, might be a Rakshasa. Ellen's best guess. It's a race of ancient Hindu creatures. They appear in human form, they feed on human flesh, they can make themselves invisible, and they cannot enter a home without first being invited.“ 

“So they dress up like clowns, and the children invite 'em in.” Dean mused. 

“Pretty much sums it up.” 

“Why don't they just munch on the kids?” 

“Not enough meat on the bones?” Sam theorised. 

“What else did you find out?” 

“A Rakshasa sleeps on a bed of dead insects and wakes up to feed every twenty to thirty years.” 

“Well, that makes sense.” Dean nodded. “I mean, the Carnival today, the Bunker Brothers in '81.” 

“Probably more before that.” Sam breathed. 

“Who do we know that worked both shows, boys?” I smirked. 

“Cooper.” 

“Cooper.” Dean added. 

“You know, that picture of his father, that looked just like him.” 

“What if it is him?” 

“Can’t rule it out.” I shrugged. “Who knows how old he is?” 

“Ellen say how to kill him?” 

“Legend says a dagger made of pure brass.” 

“I know where to get one of those.”

”Well, before we go stabbing things into Cooper, we're going to want to make damn sure it's him.” Sam frowned. 

“You’re such a stickler for details, Sammy.” Dean teased, making Sam smile. “All right, I'll round up the blade, Beanie, you’ll keep watch and you go check if Cooper's got bedbugs.” 

“Sounds like a plan.” I grinned, patting them on the shoulders. 

“Let’s do this.”

I waited outside, one hand on the gun in my jacket, maybe as reassurance that it was still there. 

“Look, Mommy, it’s her!” I heard, and the little girl ran up to me, paired with her parents. 

“Hey, uh, didn’t expect to see you guys again.” I chuckled nervously, raising my hand. 

“And we never got your name.” Her mother smiled while I shook her father’s hand. 

“My name’s, um, Lily.” I lied, thinking quickly. “Lily Carter.” 

“I’m Audrey Teyman.” She introduced. “This is my husband James, and this little girl is also Lily.” My breath caught in my throat, but I stomached it, bending down to Lily. 

“You’re a Lily too, huh?” I smiled.

”Yeah!” She giggled. “You’re just like me.” 

“Yeah, I’m just like you.” I heard some yelling, so I had to think quickly again. “Tell you what?” I pulled out some money and gave it to her. “Spend it on anything you want. But not too much sweets, you get me?” 

“Yeah!” 

“Pinky promise?” I held out my little finger and she wrapped hers around mine before giving me a hug. I stood up to face her parents. 

“You’re too generous.” James smiled. 

“It’s nothin’.” I shook my head. “Now you go, Lily, and spend that money right, okay?” 

“Okay!” Lily gave me a toothy grin. 

“We’d better get going. It was lovely meeting you again, Miss Carter.” They left, and I immediately ran to the source of the commotion. 

“Dean!” I yelled, trying the door handle. 

“Beanie, thank god!” Dean shouted from the inside, and I shot the door handle, opening it just in time for Dean to tumble out. 

“Are you ok?!” 

“I wouldn’t be if you hadn’t stepped in.” He leaned his forehead against mine, a relieved grin on his face, but his eyes were closed. 

“Dean! Ivonne!” Sam ran up to us, and we both got up, walking over. 

“Sammy!”

”So, Cooper thinks I'm a Peeping Tom, but it's not him.” 

“We’ve figured that part out. It’s the blind guy. He's here somewhere.”

“Did you get the brass blades?” 

“No, no, it’s been one of those days.” 

“We can’t have one of those days.” I grimaced. “We’re probably now on the Rakshasa’s most wanted list. We have to kill it.” 

“I’ve got an idea.” Sam nodded, “Follow me.” We ran to the funhouse, and when we were there I pulled out my gun. “Dean, Ivonne, find the maze, now!” We ran in, my gun held up while I heard every single sound around me. 

“Can you stop walking so loud?!” I whispered to Dean, who stopped. 

“I’m heavy footed!” He argued quietly.

“Our lives are on the line here!” 

“Fine!” We found the maze and came back to Sam. 

“Where is it?” Sam asked frantically. 

“I don’t know.” Dean fretted. “Will we see its clothes when it’s walking around, or..?” 

“Probably not.” I frowned, then a knife flew past Dean, pinning his sleeve to the wall. Another pinned his wrist to the wall. 

“Sam!” Sam pulled the pipe off the wall, stalking around slowly. Then a knife almost chipped him in the head, but he dodged in time. 

“Dean, where is it?” Sam called. 

“I don’t know!” A knife flew through the air, and I felt a sharp pain in my stomach, followed by my body reacting to absorb the shock. I held my hand to my stomach, and when I drew it back, I saw blood. 

A knife was in my stomach. 

“Beanie!” Dean yelled, then pulled a lever, making steam gush out of the organ and show the outline of the body. 

“Over here!” I held up my hand and caught the pipe, sticking it as far as I could into the Rakshasa. It bled, and slowly disappeared, while I collapsed onto the floor and sat against the wall, leaning my head against it. Dean got the knives off his sleeves and rushed over to me, both brothers kneeling down. 

“Don’t you close your eyes, Ivonne.” Dean ordered, tilting my head up to face him. “Don’t you dare.”

”We’ll get you an ambulance.” Sam fretted, trying to assess the wound. 

“I’m not closing my eyes anytime soon.” I coughed, wincing a little at the pain. “I’ll be damned and given a one way ticket to hell if I do.” 

“You’re not going there.” Dean assured. “I ain’t gonna let you.”

”So considerate.” I smirked. 

“So mouthy, even with a knife in you.”

”Knife wounds won’t stop me from getting a dig in.”

”I was kind of hopin’ that you’d stay back.” Jo smiled giving me a once over. “Are you gonna be okay?” 

“Of course.” I chuckled. “I’ve got these two knuckleheads.” 

“Those two knuckleheads couldn’t save you from a flying knife.” 

“One was trapped by one, the other dodging one. I can only blame my reflexes.” 

“Just be careful out there.” Ellen chastised, handing me some bandages. “I wouldn’t want a knife to hit your heart next time.” 

“I guarantee you, Ellen, there’s no way in hell I’d let that happen.” 

“But we’re not in hell.” She frowned. “I’ve known you since you were a newborn, Ivonne. What happened to your family was terrible, and it could happen again.” 

“I think this time is different.” I smiled. “If not, I know who to call.” 

“You better.” Jo hugged me. “I’ll be waiting everyday. If you won’t call me for a while, I’m busting down your door and I’m gonna kill those two myself.” 

“Jo, that’s my job.” I joked, inciting a laugh. “I’ll be fine.” 

“Oh, I’ve got something to give you.” Ellen hurried to her drawer, taking out a necklace. “It was your father’s gift to your mother when they didn’t start becoming so… distant. I think it’d look wonderful on you.” I took it, admiring the shimmering green stone. 

“It would. Thanks, Ellen.”

”No problem.”

A day later, I was told that I’d be fine, so we were back at my house. Dean and Sam insisted that I stayed in bed while they brought me food and breakfast, but I did have to get in some walking. 

“Knock knock.” Sam grinned. 

“Hey, Sammy.” I smiled, sitting up a bit. “C’mon in.” 

Sam sat down next to me, looking intently. “How have you been?”

”I could be worse.” I chuckled. “Dude was good at his craft.”

”He was.” Pause. “But there’s something else.”

“What is it?” I frowned.

”What you said to Dean stuck with me. I’m not closing my eyes anytime soon. I’ll be damned and given a one-way ticket to hell if I do.” He repeated. “It seemed so genuine. Did something happen to you or someone in your family?”

”That’s a story for another day.” I refused politely. “For now, all I can say is that it’s my fault.”

”I don’t think it was.” Sam smiled, then kissed me on the forehead. “G’night, Ivonne.”

”Call me Ivy, Sammy.” I offered.

”G’night, Ivy.”

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[daemour]

The Corporal's Wife

Pairing: maybe Mingi x f!Reader, past Jongho x f!Reader

Word Count: 2309

Warnings: Mentions of war, mentions of death, that's all

Genre: Angst, fluff(?)

Summary: You're still hanging onto the hope that your husband, Corporal Jongho survived the war, but with six years and not a peep from him, you're starting to lose hope. When a mysterious young man turns up at the cafe you frequent, your days of quiet sadness may be coming to an end

TY to @sanjoongie for helping me choose a title lol <3

also if u want a sequel with what happens with yn and mingi lmk

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After the war ended six years ago, you visit the café in front of your house daily. Perhaps it’s fruitless to hope, but you don’t know what you’d do if you stopped believing.

Your husband’s body was never found, and some days you wish they’d never told you that so you wouldn’t have a reason to stay in the same town you’ve always been in. Maybe you should attempt to move on, but there’s always a lingering feeling of guilt if you even think about it.

Your thoughts are interrupted by the sound of the chain in front of you scraping the floor. “Do you mind if I sit here? All the tables are full.”

A tall figure in a plain shirt stands before you, a large covering his hair and eyes. Warning bells sound in your head but against your better will, you shake your head. “Go right ahead, I don’t mind,” you say, gesturing to the empty seat. “May I ask your name?”

The man hums. “Mingi. And yours?”

“I’m (Y/N). What brings you to this town? I’ve lived here all my life and haven’t seen you around.”

Mingi’s lips pull upward into a small smile. “Hm. That’s a private question ma’am, but I’ll answer it if you limit your questions to one a day.”

You cock your head to the side. “You’re awfully sure that I’m that invested in a stranger’s life,” you respond cooly.

Mingi laughs hard and you can’t help but notice his adorably crooked teeth. “Fair enough. I’mm answer your question in good faith. I’m here to live a more peaceful life. Better?”

Your brows furrow. “More peaceful life?”

“Ah-ah-ah,” Mingi sing-songs, shaking his head with an amused smile on his face,” next question is for tomorrow.”

You gape at him but all he does in return is tip his hat and offer a smile before getting up and leaving. He intrigues you, and you are always in the café in the afternoon, so maybe you will take that offer. With a shake of your head, you return to your usual cup of tea and the book that had laid forgotten on the oaken table.

-

“You’re back!”

“You sound too pleased about that,” you grumble as Mingi takes a seat in front of you once more. “I usually come here around this time anyway, it wasn’t because of you.”

Mingi chuckles. “Still, you’re here. So I’ll let you ask another question.”

You sigh, but you can’t lie and say you aren’t even a little curious about this strange man who sits with you. “How old are you?”

Mingi smiles. “Safe question. I’m almost thirty, turning in four months.”

You cock your head. “You look young for your age. In fact, you’re actually younger than my husband,” you laugh quietly, looking down into your teacup. “You would have gotten along.”

Mingi hums, voice low in his throat. “Is he not living here with you?”

You shake your head, your breath catching in your throat as you try to avoid the subject. “Ah, he’s not here at the moment, it’s just me in this town.” You offer Mingi a weak smile. “Please excuse me, I must head home and finish some chores.”

Before he can say anything in response, you book it out of the café. You don’t want to face the truth just yet. You check the road before crossing it in a hurry to get to the safety of your empty house.

As you catch your breath just inside the wooden door, your eye catches the last picture you took with your husband. Jongho smiled so peacefully in the picture, with you standing right by his side and a matching smile on your own face.

Tears well up in your eyes and you rip your eyes from the picture. You cannot continue wallowing in your overwhelming love for him, but are you truly ready to move on? As the wetness blurs your vision, you kick off your shoes, stumbling towards the kitchen.

He’s more endearing than you had thought, with his bright smile and warm laugh. You’re getting more attached, you can feel it in your heart. You don’t know if you’re ready to handle the feelings that come with it, but you cannot dwell on that now, not when you’re just getting to know him. Maybe it’s just platonic.

You take another deep breath and fumble for the cabinet where Jongho kept his whiskey. You need to calm down.

-

“I’ve realised…” you start to voice the thought that had been plaguing your mind for the past few weeks. Although you’ve known Mingi for only three months, you’ve grown to enjoy his company and the insightful answers he offers of himself. However, one thing had been sitting pretty in your subconscious. The tension in your gut will not go away until you get your answers. “Why don’t you ask questions about me, Mingi?”

“...What?” Mingi asks, noticeably stiffening and pulling his hat further down his face. “What do you mean?”

“Well, we have his whole system of me asking you questions, but you never seem to want to get to know me. Why is that?”

Mingi sighs. “I suppose I can’t continue hiding. But here is not the place. Take a walk with me, (Y/N)?”

Your eyes widen You’ve only known Mingi in the comfort of the café. Although it is trivial, it feels like a big step to by anywhere but here with him. And yet, he’s still waiting patiently for your answer. “Okay…” you whisper, slowly standing and brushing your long skirt off. “Where to?”

Mingi smiles. “Not far. There’s a park a few blocks away.” You know that palace all too well—your husband proposed there. If that is your destination, you’re less worried.

The walk doesn’t take too long—Mingi’s stride is long and you practically scuttle after him. The park is just as nice as you remember, with a few couples milling about. He leads you to a pavilion and before you even have a chance to catch your breath, he starts to speak.

“To preface, I was a soldier in the war almost six years ago,” Mingi says slowly as if trying to choose the right words. “I was stationed in Inhon City. Sound familiar?”

The name tugs at your memory but you can’t recall it. “Not really…I’ve heard of it.”

Mingi sighs, pulling off his hat, and you gasp at the sight of zig-zagging scars decorating the upper half of his face. “Jongho was my commanding officer. I’m sure that name is familiar.”

“Jongho…” you whisper. “If you’re looking for him, he’s not here, I’m sorry.” Your voice sounds foreign even to yourself. You don’t know how Mingi knows your husband or their history, but if he’s here to kill you, he won’t get any satisfaction out of it.

Mingi shakes his head, pity in his eyes. “I know. That’s why I’m here. He loved to talk about you, you know.” Your eyes tear up “That’s why I never really had to ask about you, although it would have gotten suspicions off my back.” He smiles bitterly.

Your brows furrow. “What do you mean by that?”

“He’s dead, (Y/N).” Mingi smiles sadly, but you shake your head.

“No.” Your voice is quiet as if it would shield you from Mingi’s words. “He’s not.”

Mingi takes a step closer to you, almost reaching out to comfort you but deciding against it. “(Y/N), he’s been gone for six years. Do you really think he wouldn’t have found his way back to you if he was still alive? Jongho loved you. He wouldn’t want you to waste the rest of your life waiting for a man who couldn’t come back.”

You shake your head once more, but deep down, you know what Mingi said was true, even before you had met him. “His body was never found, Mingi. Please leave me alone,” you hiss, perhaps hoping your anger would reverse time and you never would have met this tall stranger. And Jongho wouldn’t be gone.

“(Y/N),” Mingi starts to say, reaching out for you, but you take a step back.

“I want to go home.”

Mingi frowns, retracting his hand. “At least let me walk you home,” he offers but you shake your head.

“What, you want to know where I live?”  The harsh words come out against your better judgement and Mingi flinches. “Oh, wait, you probably already know my address.”

“That’s unfair,” Mingi frowns but you shake your head.

“That’s unfair, but you getting to know me from a lie isn’t?” You raise an eyebrow and Mingi cowers.

“It wasn’t a lie…”

You glare at Mingi’s sorrowful voice. Like he has a right to sound so pitiful. “A lie of omission is still a lie, Mingi. Just…please leave me be. I need time.” He finally acquiesces and you escape back down the path.

You don’t know why you’re so affected but his words sent a sharp pain into your heart. Deep down, you knew that Jongho was not going to return after the first two years, but you needed that hope to keep you going. You don’t know what you’d do without the idea of Jongho returning. You’ve waited for so long that you don’t know if you could ever move away.

With a sob, you slam your front door shut behind you and fall to the ground. The last time you cried was when you heard the news of Jongho missing. All the pent-up frustration and sadness are finally being washed out of your soul.

In a way, it’s refreshing, but there are so many conflicting emotions that you don’t know what to do but to let it all out. As you wipe your teary eyes, you look over at a picture of Jongho’s siblings hung on the wall.  You hadn’t seen them since Jongho’s parents’ funeral which was right before the war started. Maybe they could offer insight.

With a last wipe of your eyes, you head to the study to call ahead and ask to visit. You know they won’t mind, but it’s the polite thing to do, and maybe just talking on the phone will help ease your worries.

-

A few days later you’re currently in the midst of packing for when you finally go to visit your in-laws as they graciously invited you to stay for the weekend. However, a knocking on the door interrupts your task. “(Y/N), can we talk?”

Your body stiffens at Mingi’s voice. Why is he here? You knew you shouldn’t leave without telling him where you were as you would have felt bad otherwise, but you were planning on asking the café owner to pass the message on, not to confront Mingi directly. “No.” You hate how shaky your voice is, and Mingi can hear the uncertainty.

“(Y/N), please.” You bite your lip as you stomp over to the door to give Mingi a piece of your mind.

“Mingi, I told you to please leave me alone,” you start to scold but stop short as you swing the door open and see Mingi’s face. His eyes are red and the dark circles under his eyes invoke regret in your chest. His hair is a mess as he holds his hat, turning the brim round and round in his hands.

“(Y/N), I’m sorry,” Mingi says, his eyes downcast. “I didn’t want to keep it from you, but I didn’t want to bring it up on our first meeting and just…never got around to telling you. The more time passed, the more worried I got about bringing it up. Jongho may have been my commander, but he was also my friend. I’m so sorry, (Y/N).”

You close your eyes to try and stall the tears. “Mingi…I’m not mad. Maybe I was back then, but I understand now.” Your words are thick with emotion.  “I wish you told me before but I can understand why. I just…do need some time. It’s hard to not want to wait for someone I’ve been with for over ten years.”

Mingi nods. “I understand. I just couldn’t wait any longer before apologising. I should have told you sooner.”

You shake your head. “Don’t worry, Mingi. I don’t hold it against you, bubt I need to finish packing. I’ll be visiting my family for a few days, but we can talk more when I get back, okay?” You offer him a smile which he returns, albeit shakily. “Thank you again for coming to chat.”

With a nod, he turns away and replaces his hat on his head. You watch his back as you feel a tightness in your chest at seeing him leave. “Mingi!” You call after him, and he stops in his tracks. “Would– would you like it come with me?”

He turns back around, confusion evident in his eyes. “Me?”

“Yeah. I’m visiting my brother-in-law and his wife. I’m sure they’d be happy to meet one of Jongho’s friends.” Mingi’s lips twitch and you fear you’ve gone too far. “You don’t have to if you don’t want to, sorry. I didn’t even ask if you were busy. I just…thought you might like it–”

“I’d love to,” Mingi cuts you off. “Thank you for inviting me, really.”

You tilt your head. “It’s no issue, really. Would you like to come in and have a cup of tea? I’m almost finished packing and we can leave soon after.”

Mingi nods carefully. “Thank you, (Y/N). Really.”

You get the feeling he’s thanking you for more than just tea, but you won’t point it out. Instead, you just open the door wider to let him in. It’s time for you to let Jongho go, and maybe Mingi will be the one to fill the void left in your life.

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Tell Him (Nothing) Everything Pt 3

Part One Part Two Link to Ao3

Chapter Three: Three Reunions

“Oh, I’m in so much trouble. I need some help, and I couldn’t think of anyone else to go to. So here I am to bug you again. Congratulations, you get to listen to my problems. Again. Too bad you can’t even stop me!” 

Silence. Nothing but silence. There wasn’t even the sound of birds. 

“I brought you flowers. Violets and white roses. I went to that florist you really liked. I actually know the people that own it now. Well, Steve knows them. Apparently one of their kids is friends with his little brother so he got me a hookup. I didn’t tell him why I needed the flowers, but I think it was okay. He’s good at not asking. It’s nice.” 

Eddie could write a song about this. The quiet, the silence that was both freeing and confining. The way the violets and roses were held together with a soft blue ribbon that matched her eyes. 

It wouldn’t be like any other song he wrote, but that was good. A song for Chrissy was going to have to be special, maybe the most important one he ever sang. 

“I haven’t told you about him. Steve. He lives here in Hawkins, if you can believe that I fell for a small town hick. That’s a joke, and it’s not really that nice. I shouldn’t say that. He’s not a hick. He’s actually really sweet, and thoughtful, and funny, and… He owns a cafe in the middle of town called Claudia’s. I bet you went there when we came home to visit, it’s totally your kind of place. Maybe you even knew him. He’s only a few years younger than us, so you might’ve been in school together or something. You were the Prom Queen, and he was apparently a big time jock. I hope you guys never kissed or anything, that would be so weird.” 

The good thing about going to the cemetery early in the morning was that it was always empty. Eddie was the only person there, so he could sit with his back against Chrissy’s headstone and babble freely without any worries of who might be listening in. 

“I really like him, Chris. Like actually really like him, not just really like him because he’s giving me attention and I’m lonely.”

That was the thing she always worried about. She was viciously protective of Eddie, and she approached every one of his potential partners with high scrutiny over their intentions. 

If only he had done the same. 

The band even had a joke about it. No one Eddie ever went out with got the ‘Chrissy Stamp of Approval’. None of the dozens of men and women who wanted her best friend were good enough for him in her eyes. 

Steve would’ve passed her test. Eddie was sure of it. 

“You know that thing you always told me? About how I was going to find someone who just made things easy? I think I finally did. I’ve been so tired since… since everything, and when I’m with him I’m not tired. I’m- I’m happy. I don’t know if I deserve that. Actually, I know I don’t deserve it, but I am happy. Really happy, Chrissy, which isn’t fair, but it is true.” 

Chrissy would have hated to hear him say that. She never liked when he put himself down. But without her around to check him on that, Eddie’s mind had no reason to stay away from the dark thoughts that lingered on the edges of his psyche. 

“He’s just so kind. He always has time for me, even when things are busy. And he never pushes, even when I can tell he wants to. He’s raising his little brother, who is a huge fan by the way, and he takes care of this entire horde of kids that Dustin is friends with. I’ve never met any of them, but I can just tell they love him as much as he loves them.” 

Eddie could tell by the hand drawn cards that littered the back wall of Claudia’s and the endless photo albums that Steve had on his phone. He could see it in the soft smile Steve wore any time he spoke about any of the kids, and the way he always saved extras of their favorite treats.  

Normally, Eddie was terrified of people with children, petrified by the thought of fucking someone up like his parents had fucked him up. Wayne had healed most of those wounds, but ultimately Eddie had still sworn that he would never have any kids. He even got a vasectomy when he was 19 just to be a hundred percent sure that there would never be an accident. 

Now all he wanted to do was meet Steve’s kids and do a solo show, just to rock their socks off. 

“I can practically hear you in my head. ‘Why not just ask him out already then, Munson?’ Well, he doesn’t know me. I mean he knows me, but he doesn’t know that I’m ‘The Eddie Munson.’” 

He could practically hear her groaning, begging him to come down from his inflated ego trip and realize that he was the same as any other person. 

“I’m not the same as any other person though, Chris. You know what it’s like. Anyone who dates me gets put through the ringer. The paparazzi, the fans, the gossip rags, the YouTube channels, the Instagram stalkers. Steve’s life is so- small isn’t nice to say, but that’s what it is! He has this good little life that he’s carved out for himself and his brother in this small town world, and dating me would implode that. And it’s not like I can just walk away forever. I’m going to have to go back eventually. The band needs me, and the fans need me, and…and I don’t know who I am anymore if I’m not ‘The Eddie Munson’.” 

He was someone Steve liked, he knew that much. They had been flirting pretty much the entire time but since his mini-freakout in the cafe, it had taken on a much more serious air, and their casual touches were starting to linger. 

One of them was going to make a move soon, and Eddie needed to figure out what he wanted before that. 

Well, not what he wanted. He knew what he wanted. He just didn’t know if that was the best option. 

“I wish you were here. You’d know what to do…” 

But she wasn’t. Chrissy wasn’t here. She was in the feeling of strumming a guitar, the sound of rain outside, the smell of Steve’s baking. Chrissy lived in a thousand different ways, she just wasn’t here anymore, and the closest Eddie could get to talking with her was sitting by her grave and talking to the air. 

In other words, he couldn’t talk to her at all. 

“I have to tell him first. I’ll tell him everything, and then I’ll let him decide if he still wants me. Today’s a good day for it anyway, right? It was supposed to be a special day. Now it’s just special for a different reason.” 

With that Eddie stood up, stretching and rubbing at the spots that had gotten locked up from sitting on the ground too long. He put the flowers down where he had just been sitting and lighty ran his fingers over the top of her white marble headstone, reading the same inscription he had read a thousand different times. 

Christiana “Chrissy” Cunningham

December 25th 1996- February 14th 2022

“And we wept that one so lovely should have a life so brief.”

Wayne had helped him pick it out. He was the one who suggested burying her here in the first place. Chrissy hadn’t had any family left but him and Wayne, and no one would ever look here to disturb her. They had a private funeral and everything, only the two of them and the rest of the band. Not another living soul knew where she was buried, and Eddie wanted to keep it that way. 

After everything, Chrissy deserved a place to rest where no one would ever hurt her again. 

Well, he wanted just one more person to know. 

“When Steve knows everything, I’ll bring him here. Then you can give him your ‘Stamp of Approval’.” Eddie whispered, a soft smile flickering across his face as an unexpected gust of wind pressed against his back. 

He didn’t believe in God, or the Devil, or any of the things the world tried to push, but he did believe in Chrissy. She lived, even if she wasn’t here, and when he was able to look past his own grief, he knew she wanted him to live too. 

“Happy Not the Start of Tour Day,” Eddie called back towards her grave as he walked away. He was starving and only a certain man’s beignets would be enough to fill his belly right now. 

And, like Eddie had called upon the God of Beignets himself, Steve was walking towards him just a few rows away, carrying a pink Claudia’s box. The naive part of Eddie was focusing on how cute Steve looked this morning, but the rest of him was instantly on guard. 

How did Steve know he was here?

“I didn’t know you did deliveries,” Eddie called after he had strategically walked about a dozen gravestones away from Chrissy. Just minutes ago he had wanted to show Steve where she was, but now every red flag he had was lighting up. 

Steve looked up when he heard Eddie’s voice, furrowing his brow and quirking his head to the side. 

“Eddie?” 

If he was putting on an act, then he was doing a very good job of being completely confused as to why Eddie was in the cemetery too. 

“In the flesh,” Eddie said coolly, jamming his hands into his pockets and inching a little bit closer, still keeping a safe distance away. He had put his trust in Steve so far, but maybe that was a mistake. “What are you doing here?”

“What are you doing here?” Steve echoed, staying right where he was. 

“I asked you first,” Eddie challenged.

“I’m uh, visiting someone,” Steve said after a hesitant pause, playing with the twine bow on the top of the box. 

The hesitation was another red flag, but Steve’s body language was the thing that really set Eddie on edge. His shoulders were hunched, and it looked like he was trying to make himself small enough to disappear. Worst of all, his eyes were downcast, which meant Eddie couldn’t get a read on them. 

Steve was an open book, but only when Eddie could actually see that book well enough to read it. Currently he could only get half the story, but it wasn’t a good half. 

“I would hope you’re here to see someone. The only other explanation is that you’re stalking me,” Eddie said bluntly. There were only a few things to do with stalkers: Ignore them, which was a bad plan; Get a restraining order, which was a bad plan; Confront them, which was a bad plan. 

There were only bad plans in this scenario and anxiety was starting to press down on Eddie’s chest, making it hard to breathe. 

“Because you’re someone people are always stalking,” Steve said with a roll of his eyes. The casual bitchiness that Eddie usually loved was now a threat, and he bristled at the comment. By his count, Eddie had gone through at least twenty three stalkers, and those were just the ones that had been serious enough to merit intervention. He had no idea how many people were actually stalking him at any given time. 

And if Steve was number twenty four, then Eddie might really just stop trusting people all together. 

“Seriously, why are you here?” Eddie asked, trying his best to stay calm. 

“Dustin had food poisoning yesterday, so we couldn’t come see her. I asked Heather to look after the store for me while I came to bring these. I don’t really like coming here, but Dustin is adamant that a sweet tooth is eternal, so we have to bring her treats,” Steve explained, holding up the box with an affectionate roll of his eyes. 

That sealed the deal. It wasn’t often that Chrissy got on camera or took the spotlight, but she had been a frequent face on Eddie’s instagram, usually for food pics when they went out. He even had a story that was called ‘Chrissy’s Confectionaries’ just for all the candids he had of every dessert they had shared. 

But how did they find her? How did they know she was here? 

This was supposed to be a safe resting place. It was supposed to be sacred. Now it was destroyed the way everything was. There was nothing secret, nothing that didn’t belong to the world. This was supposed to be the one special place no one would ever bother her again. 

“How do you find out where Chrissy is?!” Eddie demanded, stomping over and getting right in Steve’s face. Steve was pretty, and Eddie thought he was nice, but this was an absolute violation of trust and privacy, and he would not let Steve think it was okay just because his little brother wanted to do it. 

If he even had a brother.   

“Chrissy? Who’s- Eddie I…I’m here to visit my mom,” Steve stuttered out, grief coating every word in sticky black tar. He stepped back, clutching the box close to his chest with one hand and gesturing down to the headstone between them with the other. 

It was a solid granite headstone, a soft red that stood out in the early morning sun. There were yellow tulips planted on either side of it along with a bunch of rocks, a few metal angels, and some tiny cat figurines sitting on the ledge. It was the words that caught Eddie’s eye though. 

Claudia Marie Honore Henderson

November 11th 1979 - October 28th 2019

If pies were books,

Yours would be Shakespeare’s letters.

Eddie read it once, then twice, then a third time. 

Still there. This was still real. 

“Wow,” Eddie whispered, blowing out a harsh breath before letting out one incredulous laugh and pushing his hair away from his face. “I am a complete and total douchebag.” 

A small smile broke through the hurt expression on Steve’s face and he gently nudged his shoulder against Eddie’s with silent forgiveness. 

“Not complete and total, but I’ll give you two douchebag points,” Steve joked, lowering himself down to kneel on the grass in front of Claudia’s grave and patting the spot next to him, “You can share these with me to make it up.” 

Eddie sat down quickly, crossing his legs so they wouldn’t bounce and looking at her grave again. There was nothing on Chrissy’s but the flowers he brought with him. Before, Eddie had thought it was kind of classy. The smooth blank white marble with nothing but the words he and Wayne had chosen. 

Now it felt almost barren, empty, missing the homey touches that Claudia’s grave had. Claudia’s showed how well loved she was, personal things that still made her real. Chrissy’s was just empty. 

“Not pie?” Eddie asked as Steve untied the string and opened the box to reveal three tiny brown cakes with dollops of whipped cream and drizzles of caramel sauce on top. 

“She chose that quote, not me,” Steve replied, handing Eddie a napkin and a cake. He chose one for himself and put the last one in between the angels and the cat figurines. 

Eddie bit into the dessert, automatically closing his eyes and savoring the flavor. It was spicy and sweet, ginger and brown sugar colliding on his tongue in an explosion of deliciousness. The caramel stuck to his lips, messy and oh so good. 

It would be his favorite thing yet if Steve didn’t look so miserable. 

“I never make pies anymore,” Steve murmured, not touching his own cake. He was staring off somewhere in the distance, lost where Eddie couldn’t seem to reach him. “They just don’t taste the same.” 

Eddie knew that feeling. He had it every time he picked up a guitar now. He could play a song perfectly, hit every note at the exact moment he was supposed to, but it didn’t sound the way it should. Music was almost hollow now, a missing element that he couldn’t find no matter how much he practiced. 

He briefly considered telling Steve, empathizing with the loss, sharing the secrets that were weighing him down. 

“Henderson?” He asked instead, hoping that changing the subject would draw them both away from their thoughts. 

“That’s um,” Steve trailed off, worrying his bottom lip between his teeth and staring down at his lap. Eddie’s heart ached for him and he briefly hated himself for the foot that had apparently taken up a permanent residence in his mouth. 

“Steve, you don’t have to tell me anything, I shouldn’t have-”

“It’s okay, I want you to know.” Steve said softly, cutting Eddie off. He still didn’t look up, but some of the tension in his shoulders faded. “It’s a really long story though, so maybe another time?” 

“Whenever you want,” Eddie offered, taking the leap and reaching over to take Steve’s hand. Steve looked up with glossy eyes, squeezing his fingers and brushing his thumb against the side of Eddie’s hand. 

“And Chrissy?” Steve asked hesitantly. 

Eddie could tell him. They could sit here for the whole morning talking back and forth, sharing those long stories. He had planned to tell Steve the truth today anyway. Now was the perfect time. He just had to open his mouth and start. 

“Also a really long story,” Eddie sighed, mentally screaming at himself. 

He was such a coward sometimes. 

“Whenever you want,” Steve echoed, bringing their joined hands up and kissing the back of Eddie’s hand. It was a bold move, the boldest either of them had gotten so far, but it only cemented what they both already knew. Whatever was going on between them was more than just friendship, for both sides. 

Eddie could pull away now, and maybe that would even be the smart thing to do. In the long run, they would both only get hurt by this, so maybe he should just stop it right here and now. 

Instead, he scooted over so they were sitting leaned against each other, putting their hands in his lap and tapping a melody on Steve’s arm as he finally picked up his cake and began eating it. 

Steve apparently didn’t talk to Claudia like Eddie talked to Chrissy. He just sat with his eyes shut, taking the moment to breathe deep and be present. Normally, Eddie hated silence, needing to fill it with music or words or just about anything, but this was peaceful, nice even. The sunshine that Chrissy now lived in kept them warm, and the breeze that held her spirit brushed past them, and Eddie could just hold the moment instead of needing to understand it. 

He wasn’t sitting by her but he was close enough, and he had Steve, so things were okay. 

“Let’s go back to the cafe, huh?” Steve said after a while, gently butting his head against Eddie’s. “I’ll make you a coffee.” 

“I want a decaf nonfat white mocha with extra caramel chunks and oatmilk,” Eddie joked. Steve groaned, standing up and holding out a hand.

Every day there were at least three or four people that came in with absolutely ridiculous coffee orders, and every day Steve and Eddie would try and decide what the most outlandish one was. Eddie tried to get Steve to be grateful, because LA had about thirty or forty thousand people who had orders like that, but Steve always just gave him the stink eye and said that no one should be asking him for oatmilk in Hawkins, Indiana. 

Sure, he had it, but it was the principle of the thing. 

“Bye Claudia,” Steve said as they straightened up, “Me and Dustin are being safe. I promise.” 

“Don’t worry he’s got me to protect him. Well, me to call 911 if anything goes wrong,” Eddie amended, giving the headstone a two fingered salute. Steve laughed his first real laugh of the day, shaking his head and rolling his eyes as he tugged Eddie away by their still connected hands. 

They continued to hold hands for the entire walk from the cemetery to the cafe, chatting about nothing and everything in the way they always did. By the time they were turning the corner towards Claudia’s, both of them were extremely relaxed, free of any tension or stress that might have lingered if they went on their own. 

“Hey! Eddie!” 

Nevermind. Eddie was rigid as a board. 

“Who’re they?” Steve asked, tilting his head to the side as he looked at the three men sitting at one of the tables in front of his cafe. 

“No one,” Eddie blurted out, pulling his hand away from Steve’s and bouncing on his heels, filled to the brim with nervous energy, “On second thought I think I might skip coming today. And tomorrow. And maybe next week.”

“Eddie-” 

Steve didn’t get a chance to say anything else before there was a body slamming directly into Eddie, the smell of Gareth’s cologne overwhelming his senses.

An unexpected hit of homesickness came right along with him and Eddie found himself holding onto Gareth in a death grip, burying his face in his oldest friend’s shoulder and shaking ever so slightly in his grip. Jeff and Frank quickly pushed themselves into the hug, and for the first time in months the part of Eddie’s heart that belonged to his bandmates quietly slotted back into its place. 

“It’s been 84 years,” Gareth groaned after their way too long hug, holding onto Eddie’s upper arms and shaking him. “Never again man, never again. I can’t be stuck with these two sticks in the mud for that long. It’s been so boring.”

“What are you doing here?” Eddie asked for the second time that day, in much higher spirits than he had been the first time, “I told you guys not to try and find me.”

“Well maybe if you answered your phone every so often we wouldn’t have to go halfway across the country chasing you,” Jeff scolded lightly, Frank nodding sagely along with him. 

“How did you even know where I was?” Eddie asked, wracking his brain. The answer immediately popped into his mind and Eddie’s eyes narrowed. 

“Wayne,” He grumbled. Curse his big-hearted, too good, meddling, loving uncle. 

“Eddie, we knew you would be here without him telling us,” Frank said with a roll of his eyes, “But when we dropped our stuff off at the house, he said to go to the bakery in town because the cute guy you’re obsessed with owns it.”

The other two broke into smirks, and all three turned to look at Steve with mischievous grins. 

“I hate you guys,” Eddie said, blushing furiously and wishing that the ground would open up to swallow him whole. 

“Obsessed, huh?” Steve said. His cheeks were dusted with a rosy rouge, but his eyes were locked onto Eddie’s, and he was wearing a very cute, very annoying, smug little smile. 

“He is pretty cute,” Jeff said in mock appraisal. 

“Cute enough to completely blow off a country wide-” 

“Steve, these are my friends. Gareth, Jeff, and Frank,” Eddie said, cutting Gareth off before he could say anything else. “Guys, this is Steve, my…”

Eddie trailed off, unsure of how to end that sentence. Friend? Crush? Something more? 

“Employer,” Steve decided for him, holding out his hand for the rest of the band to shake. 

“Employer?!” Jeff practically shouted as Gareth took Stvee’s hand and began wrenching it up and down. 

“You don’t pay me?” Eddie asked, just as stunned as the rest. Steve had just kissed his hand not even a full hour ago, and that was the word he chose to explain them?  

Employer?!

“You sit in my cafe all day long eating and drinking for free. I think that I deserve at least a little manual labor in return,” Steve said in explanation, giving Eddie a full shit eating grin. 

Oh. He was being messed with. Eddie snorted, holding back his laughter as he tried to give Steve a dirty look. Judging by the way Steve was slowly graduating to a full on beaming smile, he was failing pretty spectacularly.

“I am so confused,” Frank said from behind them. “Eddie, he does know that-”

“Well, Mr. Bossman,”  Eddie quickly interjected, throwing his friends a look that told them to shut their mouths or face the consequences, “Would you pretty please feed my friends while we catch up a little bit?” 

Steve, never one to do anything half-assed, brought out enough mini-quiches to feed an army, an entire tray of ginger cakes, and even some of Eddie’s favorite coconut cluster cookies. The rest of the band had apparently been traveling all night long, and they dug into the food with glee, praising Steve until the tips of his ears were red and he had to walk inside to ‘make coffee’ just to escape the flood of compliments. 

The perfect time for Eddie to come clean. 

“What do you guys think?” He asked, softly opening the question up to his best friends. They were the make or break now that Chrissy couldn’t be. 

“He seems nice,” Frank said politely. 

“He’s a great fucking cook,” Gareth said less politely, picking up the crumbs left on his plate. Jeff rolled his eyes and turned to Eddie. 

“How long have you been dating?”

Great. They were jumping straight into the hard questions. 

“We aren’t,” Eddie said slowly, making all three of them stop short and stare at him with increasingly incredulous looks. 

“Well, I assumed the employer thing was a joke but now I have to ask,” Jeff said, sighing deeply before continuing, “Are you banging your boss?”  

“No!” Eddie immediately shouted, shutting his mouth with a snap and shooting his gaze towards the inside of the cafe. 

Steve was futzing around with something on the counter and either hadn’t heard Eddie’s shout or had ignored it, too used to Eddie’s tendency to be as loud as possible. The tip of his tongue was poking out of the corner of his mouth as he carefully placed caramel drizzle on some concoction he was preparing. 

God, he looked so fucking delectable. Now that the thought of banging was there, he couldn’t escape it. The thought of what that tongue might do-

No. Nope. Stop. 

Eddie was so weak. 

“We’re not- I don’t- it’s not like that,” He finished weakly, groaning and letting his head rest on the table in front of him. 

“Have you asked him out?” Gareth asked. 

Eddie shook his head, keeping his forehead still pressed down against the metal. A brief pause from above him as the band had a silent conversation, and Frank spoke in a very hesitant tone. 

“Does he know?” 

‘Does he know’ was such a blank statement. Does he know you have feelings? Eddie was pretty sure he did. Does he know that you watched your best friend die? No. Does he know why you’re in Hawkins? No. 

But Eddie knew what they were asking. 

Does he know that you are ‘The Eddie Munson’?

He shook his head again ever so slightly. 

“He doesn’t know you’re a world famous rockstar?!” Gareth burst out. Eddie’s head flew back up and he gave Gareth a death glare. 

“Keep your voice down!” He hissed, looking back in the cafe. Steve was still by the counter, now ringing up a little old lady, giving her a gentle smile as he handed over a pretty pink box. 

“Does he live under a rock?” Frank asked, staring at Steve through the window like he was from another planet. 

“Be less obvious,” Eddie complained, rubbing at his temples. “He doesn’t live under a rock. He lives in Hawkins fucking Indiana and he hates social media. Steve barely even uses his Instagram, and that’s only to look at pictures of his best friend who’s traveling the world right now as a guitar player on some lesbian cruise.” 

Remembering all that truly was a testament to how much Eddie liked Steve. He had never laid eyes on Robin Buckley, but he already knew she was Steve’s other half; she co-owned the cafe, she spoke five languages, and she played four instruments- one of which was guitar, hence the whole ‘running away for three months to play guitar on a lesbian cruise’. 

Chrissy would have adored her. 

“You have to tell him, Eddie,” Jeff said softly, giving Eddie a look. “He can’t find out from tabloids or paparazzi or something. It’s a miracle no one’s recognized you yet.”

“I know. I know. I’ve tried,” Eddie said, slightly desperate. He ran his fingers through his hair, pulling on the end of his curls. “I tried more than once, but every time it gets close I just-”

Tears pricked at the edges of his eyes, and the next breath he sucked in was unexpectedly shaky. 

Fuck. 

“If I tell him, then I have to tell him everything,” Eddie said, his voice breaking into a whisper halfway through, “and I can’t- I don’t know how-”

“That’s why we came here, even though we knew you didn’t want us,” Frank said, cutting off Eddie’s weak attempts at explaining himself. 

“Because of Steve?” Eddie asked. 

“Because of Chrissy,” Jeff clarified, making the lump in Eddie’s throat grow three times bigger. “Today was supposed to be the day.” 

The day. The start of their big tour. The tour that was going to lead to a new album, that was going to get them that Grammy, that would put Corroded Coffin in the history books forever. 

The tour that Eddie had completely screwed up. 

“Guys… I’m sorry,” Eddie started, getting cut off by Jeff’s hand on his arm and Gareth shaking his head. 

“Don’t start down that road, man. Once you let that monkey on your back, you’ll never get it off,” Frank said easily, spitting wisdom like it meant nothing to him. “She was your best friend.” 

Best friend. What a stupid way to categorize Chrissy. Steve said Robin called him her platonic soulmate, which felt better, but not quite right. Steve just called Robin His Person. His Person, always in a way that you could physically feel the capitalization. 

His Person. 

Chrissy had been His Person. 

“I can’t talk about her yet,” Eddie admitted quietly, feeling shame and smallness covering him like wings. “Hell, I can barely even say her fucking name.” 

“You needed time. We were happy to give it to you,” Jeff said, pulling Eddie down off the cross he kept trying to nail himself to. 

“But seriously, stop shutting us out. We miss her too,” Gareth tacked on, rubbing fruitlessly at his eyes. He had always been a sympathy crier, and even the hint of any of them breaking down sent him into tears. “We miss you, dude.”

Eddie had missed them too. He hadn’t realized it, but the entire time he had been in Hawkins, he had been looking for them. His bandmates had been with him since they were teens, all of them scared and unsure of the future, but so full of hope it hurt to look back and think about it. They had put their faith in him, and he put his trust in them, and they had made something amazing. 

Something Eddie had pushed away the second he could, because he was so sure he didn’t deserve good things, so sure the universe would take them away anyway. 

Maybe that was why he couldn’t tell Steve yet. 

“And if you don’t lock this guy down, I’ll be missing his amazing goddamn quiches too,” Gareth said after they had all taken a second to cool down. He lifted the last one up and shoved it into his mouth in one bite, immediately coughing as he choked. 

“Chrissy would want you to be happy, Eddie,” Jeff said softly as Frank pounded on Gareth’s back trying to dislodge the pastry. “If Steve is gonna make you happy, she would say go for it.” 

“I know,” Eddie replied just as quietly. He had said the same thing to himself a dozen times, but hearing it from Jeff somehow made it even more real.  

Speaking of Steve, he was walking over with a full tray of drinks. 

“Alright I have one black coffee, one latte with a pump of hazelnut syrup and skim milk, and one iced matcha latte,” Steve rattled off as he put down drinks in front of Eddie’s bandmates. He paused after Jeff, giving Eddie a tricky little grin and putting down a colossal cup that was dripping whipped cream onto the saucer it was on. 

“And for you, a decaf nonfat white mocha with extra caramel chunks and oatmilk,” Steve declared, both of them breaking into giggles at the sight of the monstrosity. 

Just like that the weight that had been holding every single cell captive was gone, erased by the light that Steve brought with him everywhere he went. 

“This is disgusting,” Eddie said after taking an experimental sip. 

Steve slid into the open seat next to him, dipping his finger into the whipped cream and dabbing Eddie’s nose before licking it up. This led to an inevitable war of whipped cream till they were both sticky with caramel and laughing breathlessly, the rest of Corroded Coffin watching silently. 

“Hey Steve,” Gareth said, catching the younger boy’s attention, “Wanna go on a date with Eddie tonight?”

It was like the very air stopped still. 

“I’m sorry?” Steve asked, his voice raising up about five octaves. Eddie placed his palms flat on the table, giving his former best friend a triple layer death glare. 

“Gareth!” Eddie hissed.

“You’re being a baby bitch about it,” He said, shrugging unapologetically and looking far too casual for the absolute chaos he was creating. 

“Eddie thinks you're nice and hot,” Frank tacked on. Eddie let out what could only be described as a primal screech, mentally preparing to murder his bandmates right after Steve got up and ordered them all to leave his cafe and never return. 

“He’s scared to make the first move, so we’re making it for him,” Jeff stated, driving the final nail into Eddie’s coffin. “Please go out with him. He’s a mess and he needs someone who can force him to eat a vegetable every once in a while.” 

“Oh my god,” Eddie said quietly to himself, burying his face in his hands. He was going to have to throw himself into the Quarry, or let a semi run him over. There was no coming back from this. None. 

“Eds?”

He didn’t want to look up. He just wanted to just stay right here until he actually turned to stone. Maybe he could. Maybe he just never needed to move again. 

But he did look up, because it was Steve, and Eddie was a total goner for him. 

“Are your friends fucking with me, or do you actually want to go on a date?” Steve asked shyly, looking at Eddie with those stupid big eyes that made him want to give Steve the entire goddamn world. 

He couldn’t give him the whole world. That wasn’t possible. But, Eddie could give him the truth.

Or, he could give Steve a part of the truth, at least.

“I actually want to go on a date,” Eddie admitted, taking the leap. He wrapped a curl around his finger and chewed nervously on his ring, unable to look Steve in the eye. “But only if you want to, I mean.” 

There was a full fifteen seconds of silence in which Eddie was sure he was going to lose his mind. Then a gentle hand pressing at his jaw, turning his head so he was looking Steve in the eye. 

“Well, I have to check that Joyce can watch Dustin, but if it’s okay, why don’t you meet me at The Hawk tonight at 7:00. I’ll get the tickets if you buy the popcorn?” He offered, cheeks a deep red. 

“Sounds good,” Eddie agreed breathlessly, feeling his heart attempt to leap straight out of his chest and into Steve’s hands. 

“Then it’s a date,” Steve said, biting on his lip to try and hold back the huge smile trying to make its way onto his face. “I’m gonna get you a real coffee.” 

Steve was up and gone in the blink of an eye, practically flying into the cafe and disappearing into the back despite all of the coffee supplies being right up front. Eddie watched him go, dazed and shocked as the rest of his bandmates shared victorious high fives and happy whoops. 

“What just happened?!” Eddie practically screamed the second his brain came back online. 

Tags: @dangdirtydemons @excaliburstark

#Steve harrington #Eddie munson #Steve and eddie #stranger things au #steddie au #steddie #steddie fic #rockstar eddie munson #baker Steve harrington #modern au #st au #Liam speaks up #Writing(withacapitalW) #Dustin henderson #Chrissy Cunningham #Gareth stranger things #Jeff stranger things #frank stranger things #corroded coffin #corroded coffin boys #They will hit on Steve for Eddie

[fluffy-canada-pancakes]

Bangtan Kitty Cafe Chapter 1

Hi there! This is my first story, I’m not super duper confident with it but this would be labeled chapter one! If people really like it and want more I’ll try and write more of it, constructive criticism would be very appreciated. Writing was never my best subject so sorry if i do a lot wrong 😂. To my AP English teacher, I’m sorry about this grammer fuck. Thank you for soending your time reading I greatly appreciate it!

Taglist : @imnotlauriane

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Owning your own business is harder than some people make it out to be, but owning a cat cafe is even more chaotic. It started after I began coming to Café Bangtan. The old coffee shop I went to closed, it was the little hole in the wall Café Bangtan that I found. The place was so cozy that I would visit it every single day and play with the cute cats. After a few months the owner, Sejin, offered me a job as a barista. Working with Sejin was the best job I’ve ever had, I actually enjoyed working there. Taking care of the cats was the best part of my day, except for getting to eat the left over pastries of course. Sejin was always strict, but in a caring way that pushes me forward. After working there for a year, I learned that Sejin was actually thinking of retiring. None of his family wanted to carry on the Café, so he offered it to me. After a lot of talking and lawyer visits, Sejin gave me the Café. After the first few crazy weeks I finally settled into my roll of being the owner. It was really difficult at first, so I decided to try and get another pair of hands. The first few people didn’t fit in right, so I kept looking.

Until a younger college sophomore named Jungkook came in asking for a part time job. After I hired him, Jungkook also brought two of his friends Jimin and Hoseok. Both were looking for a job, and after a interview I hired the both of them. Now we all have this nice system we have, along with our nice regulars. A music producer named Yoongi who always orders a striaght black coffee and sits in the back corner next to the book cases in the corner, who normally sits by himself, every once in a while with our sleepy chunky Koya. Then there’s the college Professor Namjoon, a nice man who always has nice book recommendations and always gets his vanilla frappe, as well as normally with fluffy RJ or sleek Chim Chim while he grades papers or studies for future lectures. Lastly is Seokjin, he’s the well known eye candy of the Café, every time he comes in at least one or two new customers swoon at him. He’s always been super nice, he’s a small time actor who comes here to read his new scripts and have his coffee and occasionally a tea, he also always sits with any of the kitties. Another person we see is a lot is our strawberry delivery boy Taehyung, he always comes on his day off from school to deliver them. He’s always very sweet and he stays to just hang with the cats and talk with everyone when we’re slow.

As chaotic as it is, I truly love my job, my friends, and of course my little kitties. I love waling up early every day and making our pastries with RJ who loves watching me bake. I love when I hear Jungkook, Jimin, and Hobi laughing while goofing off when were slow. I love having a little book club time with Namjoon when I need my break. I love helping Jin practice his scripts with him. I love when Yoongi does his little performances for our little coffee shop on Sundays. I love spending time with Taehyung and he tries to get me to give him pastries when we both know I was already going to give him some. And most importantly I love my 7 kitties.

However, more recently I’ve been struggling to get new customers to come in, a week ago a new coffee shop opened up a block away, and since they’re new everyones checking it out. I’ve been trying quiet a few things, themed days, happy hours, even lowering my prices, but its just not working. It’s getting to the point the boys are starting to notice my worries. I’m just hoping I can think of something, and something fast. There’s been talk of a block festival where we have stalls and show off our wares to try and kickstart business, which may work.

While thinking these thoughts I suddenly hear the door bell ring and I look up and see Hobi come in for his morning shift, I look outside realizing the sun is starting to rise.

“Morning Y/N-ie, sleep well” He smiles brightly as he comes behind the counter. I nods while taking the pastries out of the oven, “I did, what about you Hobi?”

“Pretty good! I woke up early so I took Mickey on a walk!” He smiles lovingly while he puts on his flower print apron. At that moment TaTa hopped up on the counter and sat right in front of Hobi, just staring at him. Hobi does a mic between a grimace and a smile.

Tata has always been a.. special cat, he hardly meows and just enjoys watching. He really loves Hobi, even though he creeps Hobi out a lot. RJ hops over and starts to rub himself all over TaTa and grooming him, and I quietly coo at them. When suddenly, the bell tolls again and we look up to see Jimin and Tae walk in with his crate of strawberries, while joking. In that moment I begin to forget about my worries and just enjoy the happy moment

#btsxreader possibly??? #bangtan #bts #cat cafe #cafe au #jungkook x reader #namjoon x reader #jhope x reader #yoongi x reader #taehyung x reader #jin x reader #jimin x reader #ot7 x reader #love octogone

[rheagodlywrites]

A Brother for A Brother

Rottmnt

Mikey managed to open a portal to Leo and get him back. After a moment of excitement, Mikey realized that the orange glow on his arms isn’t going away

“Ewwww! Are we at Staten Island?!”

Laughter took over the boys as they rejoined in their victory. Mikey sat down laughing his heart out but that paused when he looked at his hands.

“Guys..it’s not stopping!” The orange glow slowly climbed up his arms sending a burning sensation through him. The other’s laughter cut off as they tried to see what was wrong with their brother. As Donnie tried to check him out, Mikey’s fingers were completely orange. When this happened his fingers started to fade away.

“Guys..it’s not looking great.” Raph and Leo stood with Donnie as Mikey quietly cried.

“It hurts! Guys it really hurts!” Leo put a hand on Mikey’s shoulder.

“You’re going to be ok, little brother. It’s gonna be fine. Right Donnie?” Leo looked to Donnie who seemed doubtful but agreed anyway.

“Yeah! You’ll be back painting in no time!” Raph consoles. Mikey smiled, tears falling down his face.

“Y-Yeah! I’ll show you guys what I make!” Mikey couldn’t look down as his fading was up to his elbows. The orange cracks spread all the way out through his body.

“I love you guys. Promise me, we’ll go to that one cafe I’ve been wanting to go to?” Mikey pulled them all in for a group hug.

“Y-Yeah! Of course!” Leo cried. The tears of laughter had been replaced with tears of sadness as Mikey faded away in front of them.

“I love you guys. Tell April that I’m so glad she’s our friend. Tell Dad to give out the gifts I had for each of you!”

“Mikey, don’t talk like that!” Raph exclaimed. Mikey gave Raph a tired smile and the laughed.

“Don’t visit me too soon!” Mikey’s laughter faded with the wind as orange flakes followed. Mikey was gone. It was almost as if Fate needed to claim one of them. They almost had Leo so instead they took Mikey in his place.

#writing #fiction #fanfic #fantasy #angst #character death #rottmnt leo #rottmnt #rottmnt raph #rottmnt donnie #rottmnt mikey

[outeremissary]

Tagged by @turbulentpumpkin43. This... made me realize how much I really just haven’t been doing things while my living situation has been like this. :’)

Last song: I was fairly sure I’d come out of this looking cool because I listened to a bunch of Volbeat this afternoon, buuut checking my YouTube history the very last thing that can be confirmed (since it doesn’t track songs listened to in playlists) is We R Who We R by Ke$ha. No idea what exactly I was listening to in that playlist but I can confirm there also wasn’t Volbeat there. I was so, so confident that it was going to be Fallen.

Last Movie: Uhhh. It actually might be Crimes of the Future. I was much more motivated to watch movies while living with my ex, and right now I just never seem to have two hours where I’m like “yeah, I’ll watch on thing while alone.” Crimes of the Future is the only thing I really remember seeing after then, and it was only because I was invited by family. I didn’t like it. I expected not to like it but I disliked it in ways I did not expect. But also I had the unlucky timing to leave the theater immediately before the climax and I missed... the whole scene. Oof. Anyway, I wouldn’t watch it again. I keep trying to set aside time to watch either Wendell and Wild or We’re All Going to the World’s Fair. I need a horror buddy so I can watch intense things again... I can’t do it alone :’) My ex suffers a number of “you should have been here so we could see [x]!!!” messages.

Last show: Chainsaw Man! Once more I am lagging enough that I don’t get to participate in Chainsaw Chuesday. I’m still not sure how I feel about this adaptation, but I’ll give it that it does have a really unique vibe. At any rate, good anime and if you’re enjoying the anime you should really read the manga (it’s a quick read) to really appreciate the differences and also get the Muscle Devil scene we were robbed of in episode two. But anyone who’s anywhere near anime right now knows all of this already. I hear the anime had Kishibe this week. I’m so excited to see my favorite fucked up teetering on the brink of death murder grandpa onscreen.

Currently reading: Uhh, The Herbalist’s Primer by Anna Urbanek. Does that count? I feel like it doesn’t count. I have a small pile of things I need to get to on the floor, but I keep forgetting to throw them in my backpack to take to work.

Favorite color: Blue or purple, depending on my mood. Deep shades of either though.

Sweet/Savoury/Spicy (as you can see this is the first bit I actually copy pasted): I dunno, savory? I like spicy things too though, and to me a lot of my favorite spicy stuff is also savory or even sweet. I hate sugary sweetness though. Odd considering my love of chocolate and candy but true. My biggest complaint about sweets is when chocolate is overpowered by a gross sugary taste. Recently the cookie shop I sometimes visit has had this problem... I started visiting them specifically because their cookies weren’t as sickly sweet as the other shop in town.

Coffee/Tea/Cocoa: Cocoa. No contest. I love a good, rich hot chocolate; I’m very picky about tea and I can’t stand coffee (though it’s a lovely baking ingredient). Recently when I’ve tried to get hot chocolate at a cafe they’ve always been sold out though... How does this keep happening! Whenever I look for lemonade in the summer it’s the same...

Craving: Even though I’m full from eating an unwise amount of dinner (tomato egg curry my beloved), I want the yogurt with the chocolate chunks I bought earlier....... Wait. I’m starting to sense a theme in the food answers.

#wow talking about myself it's like blogging for realsies #tag game #long post #hm. it's a sort of personal post. so I think I can file it under #rambling

[lunarswritings]

Hello!! I was wondering if you could write something fluffy with Gavin like maybe a kiss in the rain with his gf?? Thank youuu ----I'm so looking forward to see your writing acct grow 🥰🥰🌸

Oh my god thank you 😭😭 sorry I’ve been so busy with school and had to brainstorm some ideas, I did a bullet form and at the end a little bit of writing since I can’t write a full fic for the life of me- but thank you so much for being my first ever request!! 🤍 hope I did average at least ^^

In Wind and Rain

Gavin tries to set up the perfect day, but everything seems to go wrong..

warnings: fluff, maybe a bit of ooc? And a kiss

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-It’s been a week since Gavin had to leave on another mission

-Gavin decides to set up a date for you after being away for so long and wanted to suprise you

- So Gavin had set up a plan:

1. Visit your favorite reasturant for lunch

2. Take a walk to a nice garden

3. Take you out for dinner

4. fly with you while watching the night sky

-Gavin had even made reservations and checked all the websites to make sure everything was perfect, the weather even said there were no chances of rain too. So it would be a perfect sunny day

-so he texted you the night before and went to sleep

-you were super excited that his mission was over and you could finally see him again

-you and him both meet at the reasturant, he suprised you with a back hug and you both were so happy to see eachother <3

-kisses everywhereeee

-you both go to the reasturant and sit down

-only to find out they were out of ingredients to make your favorite meal :c

-Gavin is kinda upset since he knew it was your favorite thing on the menu

-you assure him it’s fine and you order something else

-only to find out that the thing you ordered tasted terrible… where’s the seasoning?? And why does it taste kind of burnt at the bottom…

-But hey, at least the waiter apologized and gave you a refund!

-Gavin is even more upset but it’s okay! Surely the garden will cheer you up!

-hahaha no

-Gavin holds your hand as you both walk to the garden

-Only to find out that the gardens closed due to some issue found in the garden.

-But that wasn’t on the website??

-Gavin is panicking on the inside, but you have him the idea of just simply going to a cafe for now to order some drinks!

-As you both walk to the cafe and order your drinks you both relax and continue chatting

-before you both realized it, it’s already time for dinner

-As you and Gavin began walking, it started becoming a bit cloudy..

-Gavin thought this day couldn’t. Get. Any. Worse.

-suddenly it started pouring and both you and him were running to find shelter, with Gavin’s jacket being used as an umbrella for you both.

-you find a bus stop area and sit there, waiting for the rain to stop, having to say goodbye to that dinner reservation.

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“I wanted this day to be perfect… But everything seemed to go wrong. I’m sorry [Name]..”

You put your hand on his shoulder as he looked at you.

“It’s okay Gavin, you couldn’t predict this at all, in fact. I didn’t mind any of it at all since It was with you. I missed you a lot.”

You smiled as you got up and pulled Gavin out of the bus stop and went onto the sidewalk, trying to get him to dance with you.

“You’re going to catch a cold like this.” He laughed softly.

“It’ll be fine, Cmon dance with me?”

He couldn’t say no to you.

You danced for a while and finally, after you did your last twirl, Gavin pulled you in and gave you a soft kiss.

A day with your boyfriend is never truly a bad day.

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Requests are open!

#mlqc #mlqc Gavin #Mr Love Queens Choice #mlqc fanfic #mlqc headcannon #mlqc Haku #mr love dream date #mldd #mlqc writing

[umichenginabroad]

Amsterdam <3

Hello everyone!

This week has been great so far as it is officially Spring in Madrid!!! Slowly the locals are shedding their coats, the sun is out and shining, and there’s a sense of joy and relaxation in the air. Yesterday actually had a high of 71℉ which was amazing. But, let’s rewind to the end of last week. 

My parents flew back to Madrid early in the morning on Friday, and I had a full day full of classes. BUT, then comes the fun part! Saturday morning I flew out of Madrid to Amsterdam to meet my boyfriend. Amsterdam has been on my bucket list for quite some time, and it’s safe to say that it lived up to my expectations. After arriving and checking in on Saturday, we quickly decided to take advantage of the nice weather, as Amsterdam can be quite finicky in the springtime. We walked around enjoying the beautiful views of the canals and then hit our first food spot - ZeroZero. Throughout our entire trip we had such amazing food so I want to actually highlight a few places we went below. 

ZeroZero: This was a casual/quick eats place that offers up authentic Italian sandwiches. We ordered two sandwiches - one vegetarian with grilled eggplant, sun dried tomatoes, pesto, fresh mozzarella cheese and olive oil, and the other with prosciutto, salami, and a cheese spread. These were sincerely some of the best sandwiches I’ve ever had.

Dante: This was a nicer sit-down Italian restaurant that we went to for dinner. I ordered a creamy truffle pasta and it was AMAZING. 

Chun Cafe: I found this place on tik tok - it is a cafe/boba shop that also specializes in sandwiches stuffed into milk bread. We waited about 40 minutes queuing to get in but it was worth the wait. We got the ribeye bulgogi, garlic shrimp and egg, and bacon egg and cheese sandwiches. 

Fable Friet: I had previously heard that this place is a must-try. They specialize in serving up fries that are covered in different toppings. We stopped by a bit later in the day when there wasn’t a line, and got fries with fresh parmesan cheese, a truffle aioli/mayo, and chopped onions on top. I actually am still craving these fries even though I’m back in Madrid. 

Van Wonderen Stroopwaffles: stroopwaffles are famous in Amsterdam, so we had to try! We got one covered with caramel, and the other with some type of butterscotch bark.

I truly had some of the best food ever while in Amsterdam, which made the trip so great. But, food isn’t all that the city has to offer. There were a ton of cool independent boutiques and vintage stores to shop through, and the locals were all extremely friendly! I also had the chance to meet up with one of my roommates back from Ann Arbor who was visiting, and we all were able to go on a canal cruise together. The tour offered unlimited wine and cheese which was super fun, and we got to learn some fun history about the city.

Unfortunately, as I mentioned before, the weather in Amsterdam can be unpredictable. It was raining for the entirety of our last day there, but we luckily had planned on visiting a museum this day. We went to the Rijksmuseum, and it was so fun! It was filled with beautiful pieces of art, and also had the most beautiful library I have ever seen inside. It was a great rainy day activity that lasted for a few hours. Afterwards, we went to Food Hallen, a food hall (lol) that had a bunch of independent stalls/restaurants within it. It was similar to a food court, but a lot more fun. We spent our afternoon trying different small dishes from the vendors. 

Overall, Amsterdam was an amazing experience, and I think it might just be my new favorite city that I’ve visited. But, I am happy to be back in Madrid, and not just because it’s a lot sunnier and warmer here. Here’s to another week of fun!

Abbey Almeda

Industrial and Operations Engineering

UP Comillas

#umichenginabroad #ipemadrid #ipewinter23 #spain #abbeyalmeda

[nicetrynicetry]

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Tuesday, three back to back engagements. It’s a grim start - I am early to the lunch function and slip into a Kensington cafe for a tea, where the man behind the counter is so friendly it borders on harassment. He begs me to leave a review of the place via QR code, and I think: you don’t want me to do that sir. I walk to a collector’s house that costs 9 figures which is buttressed, as many of these homes usually are, by embassies and at an address that confuses Google maps. I am trying something new, which is to actually RSVP “yes” to one of the dozens of Serpentine-affiliated events that I’m invited to by its head curator. For selfish reasons? Sure. I want a Serpentine show. It’s the only museum show worth having in my home city, and I feel I am ready. I am so used to not having to hustle in my art career that I drag myself to this collector’s home in a childish bad mood. I regret my RSVP as soon as I’m ushered through the door, surrounded by 50 people I don’t know and the 1 or 2 I do know, I dislike. One of the latter category is an old British artist who I would never have met had we not been put in the same apartment during a group show in Naples 8 years ago. After a night of heavy drinking, both our phones died on the way back to said apartment, and we had to use guesswork to navigate Naples’ foreign (and very steep) streets at 2 in the morning. This artist was old back then, too, with a fucked up spine that gave him a hunchback. He tired of the search quickly, and I remember thinking that a baby boomer should be more proficient without technology than the millennial forced to run up certain hills to check for familiar landmarks every time we met a fork in the road. At some point we made it, after him using me as a cane for the last few steps. The day after were the terror attacks in Nice, when a truck filled with grenades ploughed through a crowd. The artist stared at the Italian news cast on the apartment’s crappy television and looked at me and said “you know in many ways, last night was our Nice terror attack”

I plan to leave the function after a dutiful 45 minute stint, and hope to escape without seeing the artist, but during a speech I am mentioned by name as one of the attendees. He tries to corner me and I run for my life, shouting that I have a studio visit over my shoulder. I share a cigarette with the one not-so-bad young person at the event, a fashion designer who tells me he is a Virgo. We leave together, only he goes back inside to say his goodbyes. Food is being served by this time, and I had hoped to get a free meal out of this cursed gathering, but it’s just not worth it. Also it’s true that I have a studio visit. I go to take it, and V is there, and I am comfortable again. Beforehand I get the panicked feeling I get when I haven’t eaten and I think to cancel all my plans. But I’ve learned that no axe should be swung before consuming a banana. And it’s true that I’ve never cancelled anything after a banana. My mother always promoted them as a fast-acting nourishing snack, useful during long hospital shifts, and she was right. Also C showed me a video on Saturday of a group of young hot Christian women talking on a podcast about this exact dilemma. Not the banana thing, but the cancelling of plans. “If you have said yes to something”, one woman says, “listen to me carefully - if. you. have. said. yes. to. something and then leading up to it you do not wanna go? That is because god has something SO big for you there, and the devil wants to steal it”. Awed sounds from the rest of the women. Another woman chimes in in agreement, “bro that is an attack from the enemy, because he knows that that could be fruitful for you to go to”

So I eat and have my visit and then V and I go to Soho for A’s birthday dinner. Her birthday is not for a few days, but V is about to leave for Asia for a month, and A already made plans to go to a Roman gods-themed party on the big night. When we are seated at dinner, she explains that despite the party’s theme, she has used a friend’s photography connections to acquire a historically accurate women’s gladiator uniform from a television prop warehouse, and will wear this instead. We eat bagna cauda and crudités and coach A through her worries about turning 48, or at least as much as we can, given that V has 8 years to go and I have 17. “It’s a privilege to get older”, V says, wholesomely. “Plus you literally look 37”, I add, which seems to soothe A slightly more, especially given the multiple cosmetic procedures she has had done on her face and neck. We talk for a long time about ageing and about sex and gallerists’ fashion sense and collectors on planes and micropenises and work. V heads off to see her boyfriend before she leaves the country and A and I go up to a terrace with perfect heaters and smoke and she gives me a stern talking-to about my stage fright and romantic insecurities. We look at the skyline, the old parts of soho, which from this vantage point probably hasn’t changed since World War II. “I have seen so many different Londons”, she says, wisely. We say goodbye and I tell her to enjoy the last few days of being 47 and to pack a change of clothes for the Roman party because the breastplate is probably pretty uncomfortable. I bike home past police tape and food delivery vehicles and an older man helping his drunk older wife up from falling in the road. I arrive home gratefully, answer emails from America, watch my 100th episode of Hot Ones

[sunshine-overload]

[BSTS] Kongou Summer Off Day 4* Card Story

gap moe real

chapter 1 -hotel lobby-

kongou: Hey, Saki-chan.

saki: Hello, Kongou-san.

kongou: Say, would you happen to be free right now?

saki: Yes, I don’t really have any plans for today.

kongou: In that case, would you like to accompany me? I’d like to go to the nearby zoo but I was a bit hesitant to just go by myself as a lone guy. I’ve already got the tickets so what do you say?

saki: Sure, I’ll come along.

kongou: Nice, thank you. Let’s get going then.

-time pass, zoo entrance-

kongou: Wow, it’s a larger place than I thought it would be.

saki: What do you want to go and look at, Kongou-san?

kongou: Hmm, I’m fine for now, what do you want to see?

saki: Me? Well, hmm, I’m not sure…

kongou: How about we just follow the main path then?

-time pass, zoo-

kongou: Umm, let’s see here. What we just passed was the elephant area. They were pretty far away from the fence so we couldn’t see them very well. Would you like to go back and check them again, Saki-chan?

saki: No, that’s ok.

kongou: Then let’s head to the next area, the lions should be over… Ah, they’re having their afternoon nap. That’s too bad.

saki: (Kongou-san doesn’t seem to be particularly interested in the elephants or lions, I wonder what he came here to see?)

saki: Looks like the small animal area is next. I think there’s some sort of event going on right now?

kongou: Oh! Let’s check it out!

saki: Could it be that this event is what you were interested in, Kongou-san?

kongou: Hahaha… Busted. I think you’ll enjoy it too though, let’s go, Saki-chan!

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chapter 2 -zoo-

kongou: That’s good, it’s less busy here than I expected it would be.

saki: What kind of event is happening?

kongou: A ‘Rabbits of the World Festival’. It’s an event where lots of different rare breeds of rabbits are gathered in one place. They should have a petting zoo too… Ah, there it is. Want to try it?

saki: Uwah, sure!

-cg, kongou holding a rabbit

kongou: Uwahh… They really are so cute.

saki: It’s so fluffy isn’t it?

kongou: When I saw the ad for this event in a magazine I really wanted to come check it out. But I couldn’t bring myself to admit it up front, sorry about that.

saki: It’s ok, you don’t have to apologise. I’m glad you invited me along.

kongou: Haa… I feel healed.

-cg gone

kongou: The ones with the droopy ears are called lop rabbits. And the ones that look like little fluff balls are angora rabbits.

saki: You know your stuff.

kongou: Yeah, it’s cause I like them. Have you heard of rabbit cafes before? They’re like cat cafes but with rabbits instead. Recently one opened up in my neighbourhood, so I’ve been visiting it often on my days off.

saki: How nice!

kongou: It made me want to get a pet rabbit of my own, but since I’m so busy with work I’m not so sure I can… Even though I’ve heard that they’re quite easy to care for. So instead I bought a new calender that’s full of rabbit pictures.

-time pass-

kongou: Aah, I’m satisfied.

saki: I had a lot of fun too!

kongou: I’m glad to hear it. Thanks for joining me today, want to go and grab something for lunch?

saki: Sounds good, let’s go.

kongou: The restaurant that’s inside the zoo grounds is meant to be good. My treat as thank for you joining me. I feel refreshed, I can do my best on the stage as well now too.

—end

#bsts kongou #bsts translation

[hotarutranslations]

A Story About Listening to Mo-Jo

Evening

After having these interviews,

MEN'S NON-NO WEB First Part

MEN'S NON-NO WEB Second Part Unpublished & Behind The Photoshoot

I've been liking chai more, and have been drinking it at home often 🤎

Unlike that day, I don't make the tea with spices but, since I bought new chai recently from the store, I'm looking forward to opening it 🤎

I bought it in Miyagi!

Then, in Miyagi, I was visiting Cafes!

Within that I was searching for an herb or tea shop, There was a place that seemed nice so I stopped by 🚶

They had a lot of options, and since it was sold by the gram, I certainly wasn't able to make up my mind but 😕⚠️

I chose chai without hesitation!

When I was listening to Mo-Jo the other day,

When going on a trip, Plans can be made or you can go with the flow, it was a talk about which one was,

From the broadcast on the 18th

I,

want to be a person that plans

I was suppppeerrr lost the other day, I wanted to go her and there, I'm someone that's wants to plan it out 🙋‍♀️

On Instagram, I had been saving cafes I was interested in, it felt like...I was carefully selecting them 🙋‍♀️

Although I don't decide on an exact time

Although why is it, Even though I should have looked into it properly,

I always want to go on a scheduled holiday, what's with that? 😂

On my café tour day a well, As I was walking to the shop for the 2nd time, I ended up getting lost, When I thought I had finally found it, I was surprised because they were closed 😕

lolol

Even though I should have researched and selected carefully, Even though I checked when they wouldn't be open ←

Even when I went to Curry Fest in Shimokitazawa, I walked to the store, I arrived and it ended up being closed 😕

Maybe I was just born this wayyyyyyy

lolol

Although, I'm the type where I want to plan it out,

As a result, things become unwillingly haphazard......

Listening to the radio, I remembered that kind of thing so I wrote about it 🤭

Please listen to Mo-Jo everyone!!!

see you ayumin <3

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