#of muffins coffee and other miracles

[muzzlemouths]

what remains after ruination

Eclipse adjacent // Wordcount: 2,045

A year had passed by. Not a day later and no sooner than that since you stepped foot in this dreaded building.

Only in part due to your own resolution. It’d been all over the news; Freddy Fazbear’s Pizzeria, Gone Up in Flames! A week’s worth of synonyms for accident-destruction-fire-disaster-ruin dribbling out from between reporter’s teeth like crumbs from their stale blueberry muffin breakfast, the story already old news by the time their shirt collar caffeine stains between coffee breaks were well and dry.

After all, there was nothing of value to mourn. “It’s nothing short of a miracle that no one was harmed,” they fed the public scripted lines, little white lies on big tv screens, “a shame the ‘bots are a bust,” another chimed in, “but we’re grateful to have avoided a real tragedy.”

And where were you when the fire broke out? Safely at home, on your couch, shoveling the powdery remnants of dry breakfast cereal into your face, phone in hand, uniform on, and an alarm set to leave in ten minutes. Your favorite generic sitcom played at half-volume across the room having just returned from a commercial break when the news struck, every station within a hundred mile radius offering their briefest condolences to the franchise’s demise. As always, you received your information secondhand, the dry voice of your boss confirming that what you were seeing on the screen was the truth, your phone call interrupted by the jarring ring of your alarm in a gut twisting fit of irony.

“Don’t bother coming in,” they told you, “you’ll receive your final check in the mail by the end of the week.”

“What about the others?” You’d asked on baited breath, hopeful.

“The others… you mean the animatronics?” A beat of silence, and only that, “they’re gone,” management answers, “everything is gone.”

You didn’t want to believe it. For weeks after, you did nothing but fight the information, distancing yourself from the memory of it all together. It was nightmarish, a plague of guilt which circled you like vultures in the night.

You had been there, only a night before the fire. You had been there. Made small talk with the staff bots. Had gossiped with the Glamrocks. And in the Daycare – in the Daycare you had made friendship bracelets. Silly, stupid, trivial, the thought of it makes you want to scream, now knowing what you do and how better you could have spent your last night with them.

Sun had bragged about a new shipment of pony beads and convinced you to sit and help him sort. Sorting them turned into stringing, which turned into knots. You had a pretty pastel lineup by the time he was satisfied, and they had two. One bracelet for each of them, yellow and blue. Your own boasted two stars and a heart, childish additions that you couldn’t bring yourself to argue against at the time, but especially now. It would hurt less to simply throw the gift out or stuff it into a box and stuff that box into a closet, and lock the closet door for the rest of your life. But you don’t do that. You keep the bracelet on your wrist like one keeps a locket against their heart, and you pretend it means nothing.

How impossible it is to find solace in the death of something that leaves no trace behind. You have no grave to visit, no ashes to mourn except the old remnants of a crumbling building they refuse to tear down, no final goodbye.

“See you in the morning,” they’d said, something heavier weighing on their tongue. Ultimately, they decided against the words and offered you a parting smile, instead. Warm, doting, it had felt like home.

It’s the last thing you have of them.

And you try to get past it. You run through every stage of grief like it’s a marathon and you’re late for the next race already, but you have no trophies to show for it, no rewarding fulfillment. The wound is fresh and raw. The gaping cavern of hopelessness no less enormous. You are as bitter and traumatized as the day you received that call.

Maybe that’s why you’ve found yourself here again, on the doorsteps to the plex, three-hundred-and-sixty-five days since you last dared to look in its direction. What you need isn’t medication or a therapist burning through your pockets, it’s closure. You need to see the body.

This suffering will not recede until you’ve convinced yourself there is nothing to return to.

There’s a sixth stage of grief they don’t want you to meet. If you remain a stranger to its siren call then you really, truly, will start to feel better. That’s what they say, time and time again, and it’s what you believed for a long while, but you’re through with fighting this emotion and through with pretending it doesn’t rule your every waking moment. Its name is lunacy, and it tells you to duck beneath old, yellow tape and take a brick to the building’s rotten structure.

The shattering of glass falls on deaf ears. You march through the opening with purpose, giving no thought to the nicks and scrapes and beads of crimson that form along your skin as you make your way further into the depths of this desolate building. No life stirs from its festering core, nor light from the smoldered ceiling, blackened with old soot. Debris crunches beneath a pace that refuses to slow until you find yourself standing before the two doors most familiar to you, and only then, do you stop.

Everything stops.

Sanity winds you with its return, startling you into questioning what the hell you’re doing here. They’re dead. You know that, don’t you? Really, deep down inside, you know it to be true. You know there’s nothing that could evade such devastation as this. You know they are gone. For good. Forever.

Still, that minute, resilient hope continues to pulse with a beat of its own desire, and you haven’t the strength to put an end to it now. After a year of waiting, of wailing, of walking into circles that lead to nothing but more agony, you can’t bring yourself to call it quits. Not after you made it this far. You had to know, once and for all, or the question would drive you over an edge you’ve been skirting beyond recognition.

Your hand outstretches and comes to a halt at the doorknob, fingers twitching a flick of the wrist away, and there it sits, hesitant, terrified, until desperation spurs it forward the remaining way and the rusted knob is turned ever so gently to the right.

The door springs open with a force that drives you backwards, tumbling stumbling fumbling through the air, knees buckling, you land on your ass with a hardy thump and stare, aghast, at the wreckage that stands between the open frame.

A familiar face stares back.

The animatronic bursts from their entrapment like confetti out of a canon, claws drawn and eyes aglow with a menacing half-grin, only reeling themselves back a step upon the sight of you, where they go completely still.

The scream that rips through your throat does not come unbidden; they are not your beloveds but something else entirely, a grotesque assortment of gears and torn fabric, disheveled beyond belief, splayed about with the same obscenity of exposed bone. They are not Sun and they are not Moon and they are not someone or something that you can easily recognize, simply a horrifying by-product of disaster.

Even still, your fear appears to force them back a cautionary second step, and then a third, as if taking on the frail hope that they won’t scare you so terribly in the dark. That if you can’t see them past the shadow, maybe you won’t look at them that way.

“Ffr…rrrr...fri…f...”

You swallow hard around the lump in your throat and attempt to make sense from any of this. The word it– he– they attempt to speak is as familiar as it is foreign, and you can feel an immediate shift in the way your lunacy becomes hysteria, and you laugh. You laugh even as tears well up and begin to river down your cheeks. You laugh as their arm outstretches to meet you—

“Don’t!”

–and then you stop, and they stop, too, and all falls silent.

The expression they make is beyond your understanding. Where before you could reasonably find human emotion in their mechanic smirks and smiles, now all you see is barren metal. Loose gears with sharp edges. It creates a nausea that builds and builds until you want to roll over and relieve yourself of everything you’ve ever consumed.

Rather than try again, their arm recoils ever slowly and instead lifts to point at the wrist of their other, gesturing with great hesitance to the two bracelets found there. One blue, and one yellow.

“Ff...fri…e-end?”

Your stomach lurches and then drops as it comes to a conclusion. Quickly, your gaze snaps toward the pastel beads that sit so neatly on your own wrist, the string keeping them together now old and fraying. Your eyes return to their wrist and see perfect color among the blackened metal. The string beneath it still holds up despite its surroundings having burnt hopelessly. The implications of this – that they protected it to the very end – immediately severs any remaining instance of fear.

You move blindly through the tears, climbing back to your feet with every intention to try again. The creak and screech of crooked metal can be heard as they retrace another step backward in response, flinching from your approach, allowing you greater space between them. It makes your heart plummet to the very pit of your stomach.

“They told me you were dead,” you cry, “they told me there was nothing left to save,” a daring step forward has you that much closer to them, and then another, and another, slow and shaky as it goes, “they told me not to come looking,” your feet stop directly before their own, bare-toed silver against scuffed rubber. You share their shadow and in their sorrow, mourning the short distance still between you and the distance of the days you’ve spent apart. They wait for your lead, paralyzed with anticipation, as you raise a doubtful, trembling hand to cup their ruined cheek. “Is it really you?”

The stillness is suffocating, no less agonizing than the phone call, because any answer beyond the one you seek will feel like death all over again. You can’t imagine yourself content in life with the knowledge that the one you care so deeply for – even without recognition, without ever having said the words – is nothing more than a husk of who they once were. It would ruin you.

And what remains after ruination?

Love remains. Love remains and it is a slow, sure nod. It is a cold hand cupping with meticulous care over your own and refusing to let go. It is them. And they are yours.

A sob breaks from your throat before you can stop it, greater and louder than you've allowed yourself to feel to the day. Relief floods your chest until you think it might burst.

The hand at their cheek pulls back if only to wrap around their waist, fingers bunching desperately into the remaining fabric of their collar and smearing the ash at their back, holding so tight that you hear their frame begin to creak and moan, followed immediately by their own arms cradling your body against them with an equally bone-crushing weight, one you for once don’t fight. Rather, you would be content to stay like this forever.

It isn’t the pins and needles in your arms or the pungent smell of smoke that eventually forces you out of the position, but instead, the sudden forming of a plan and your intention to immediately put it into action. When you pull away it’s to take both of their hands in your own, and only then do you step back from the door, guiding them toward you.

“Come on,” you smile, because at last there is reward for your hope, “…let’s get you home.”

#drabbles #fnaf sun #fnaf moon #sundrop #moondrop #fnaf eclipse #DCA fandom #I know we have Net Zero information about them from the ruin trailer but work with me here #I needed this. okay. #iIStS au

[moccahobi]

The Creamed Pie

Summary:  What a gross bakery name you thought as you entered, too hungry to turn down the promise of food. Allosexuals were getting more and more brazen by the day but succubi were worse, even if they were ace. And somehow you were helping that ace succubus now.

Pairings: Seokjin (BTS) x Reader 

Rating: SFW (although I ask that because of the number of sexual jokes and comments, please just 18+ people read)

Warnings: sexual innuendos, mentions of death

Genre: fluff, humor, angst, succubus au, slow burn

Word count: 7.9k

 The Creamed Pie

The cafe sign looked down at you with welcoming arms, steam and water puffing out from the name. And if it weren’t for your hunger, you might’ve looked over the bakery because of that name… you might not know much… but that was sexual. You barely even paid mind to how as you were about to give in and look up food nearby on your phone, such a tasty looking place came into view. 

It was too good to be true. 

Just a short walk from your new apartment was a cafe that could fuel you before work and fulfill your cafe loving mind on mellow days? It was a miracle and you could imagine the times you’d spend in here.

The cafe name though .... Were allosexuals ok? 

You laughed and shook your head, your growling stomach you in. Despite the name, the inside wasn't playing off of such sexy themes. 

In fact it was full of pastel colors and vibes. The tables were full of soft rainbows, each table and chair set a mix and match of all the colors. An accent wall of luscious ivy seemed to wave you over to settle into the couch right below it, full of plushies. There were even more plushies sitting on chairs and resting on the counters. It was an eclectic and interesting place that you could see becoming popular for its aesthetics off of social media… especially if they had those aesthetic bathrooms that people would spend twenty minutes in getting the perfect selfie.

The handsomest man in the world with a blinding smile rushed from the backspace, his smile wide and excited as he started fretting behind the counter. Pink oven mitts were barely off before he was shouting welcomes, his pastel blue apron dusted with flour that was sprinkling onto the counter. 

"What can I get for you ?" 

"An Iced americano, please." 

For the briefest second, a frown took over his face before he rushed to make it. After he finished he grabbed a muffin and plated it.

"Here you go."

"Uh. How much is it?"

"Oh! Shoot. Forgot about that. You all normally have registers, right?"

"What?"

"Nothing. This is on the house," The man flashed a large smile. "For being my first ... customer." 

You nodded, grabbed your stuff and sat down. He probably hadn't had customers because of the cafe name… Looking back over though, he didn’t even have a register.

Or… wait… there was one? 

It seemed fuzzy, barely there in your mind but the longer you looked at it, the more you were sure that there was and always had been a register there. You shivered and looked down at your order. Maybe you should of gotten a hot americano. 

Despite the off putting name (who thought of that name and approved it?), taste of the food was out of this world. Everything was bursting on your tastebuds and between the chewy fruit and a crunchy topping, the muffin was the best muffin you’d ever eaten. The owner knew what he was doing by giving you this on the house. You were groaning and vibrating with excitement with each bite. 

Half way through your muffin though you froze, the hair on the back of your neck sticking up as you turned to look at the counter. The man was staring with a big smirk on his face, his plump lips spread thin and teeth on display as he watched you eat.

Creepy.

His smile dropped and he quickly went to the backroom to do something. You deflated once he was gone and finished up your coffee before rushing out. Maybe the cafe wasn’t a place you needed to go to again. That man was creepy and unless you were able to figure out a schedule for other workers, you don’t know if you’d want to stay long enough to eat there.

The cafe stayed with you like a ghost and before long, you were trying to seek it out matter how again. No matter how badly you searched though, you couldn't find it. Somehow the cafe wasn’t in the same spot as last time and you felt a shiver as you thought back to the man. Something wasn’t right with him. His smile haunted almost you as much as the muffin did. Yet he seemed friendly too… just… off. 

The longer you thought about the cafe and him, the more you wanted to return (maybe with another person) to find out more about him and his cafe… if it managed to survive past a week.

It wasn't until you were caught by the rain on your way home from work that  you found it again. Its name was still the same  but the surrounding logo of food outlines made it look much more appealing and feel much less sexual. Gone were the water droplets and now there was a few different baked goods on it. Maybe the owner was upgrading his business to get more customers.

You rushed inside and stopped at the doorway to shake off the water, shivering as the cold stuck to you and the water refused to leave. During your move your umbrella broke and although you could use it if you kept your hand up to push it open, you didn’t want to do that… especially after working a long day. It was mindless of you to not get a new umbrella. 

"Oh! Y/n-ssi! You're shaking. Here's a towel! Let me prepare some tea." The same man as last time said after popping out from the back room. You could hear him clamor around and before long you found yourself ushered to one of the cushioned chairs and wrapped up in a warm towel. 

It wasn't until he came back with a hot cup of tea that you processed what he said, another shiver running through you at the realization. 

"How did you know my name?" You asked, eyeing him suspiciously.

"Your credit card shows it on the chit system."

"You gave me my stuff on the house."

He froze before collapsing in the seat. across from you with a dramatic sigh, "Acting human is hard. Other succubi don't have this challenge!"

"What?"

"Oh shit. Be not afraid." He said, waving his hands around as if to try to put a spell on you.

What the fuck? 

This can’t be real!

“It’s real, Y/n-ssi.” 

…

No one else was in the cafe… you should play along. There was no telling what he might do to you if he thinks you didn’t believe him. 

"So… You're a succubus? Well I hate to break it to you, you won't get any food from me."

"Oh on the contrary. Your first visit here was delectable."

"How! I'm ace! you feed on orgasms! Omo! The name makes sense now." You said, trying to think of anything to keep him talking. 

"I'm ace too. And succubi feeds off of desire. Not orgasms."

"You're an ace succubus?" You asked, laughter rising from you at the contradiction. This man was pulling shit out of nowhere at his point. 

"Hey! I hear your thoughts," The man said as he laughed, "Just because common media shows us as sex hungry demons doesn't always mean we are. And I am telling the truth. I don’t know how I can prove that to you but I am. I won’t hurt you if you don’t believe me. You don’t have to worry about that." 

You froze. Any self aware man who--

“Knew about the struggles people have with strangers would be able to realize you’re worried about your safety?” He said, giving you a flat look.

Your mouth was hanging open as you gaped for something to think of… Were you actually talking to a demon? How was that even possible? The whole thing felt surreal but the same cafe showed up in two different spots ... he knew your name. No one else was here. He was unrealistically handsome. His food was unimaginably tasty.

"If you're trying to live like a human, you're failing."

"Care to teach me?" He asked and despite the suggestiveness of his words, when he looked up at you, you saw desperation and concern, “I only have a few more months to give this a try before they bring me back to hell and try to get me to do the usual succubi business of sex dreams and,” He shivered, “I can’t do that. I can’t go back.”

His anxiety was something you felt so viscerally. All the moments of people not believing your sexuality, questioning your jokes and actions when they didn’t fit into the stereotype of what an ace person should look like, the times people thought they could change you… you knew his pain and his anxiety. Maybe not as extreme as him if he was a succubus but you knew it. 

“Yeah. I’ll help. But I will have you know, I do not like how you went to food. I get you want to do something different than sex but… food? It’s the oldest ace stereotype in the book! ” 

He blinked slowly. 

“What?” 

“Media always portrays ace people as replacing sexual urges with food.” 

The man started laughing, slapping his knee as rolled around in the chair, “It sounds to me like they try to understand their desires by putting others through a filter of their understanding. But food is one of the next biggest desires so I am not changing it. I’ve gotten enough desire from those who’ve visited already. Only a little though. Almost not enough. And so many other desires offer much less. But you’ll help me, Y/n-ssi?” 

You sighed, “Yeah. I will… What’s your name?” 

“Ah! I almost forgot you all can’t read thoughts. It’s Seokjin. Kim Seokjin. Nice to meet you. I hope you’ll help me stay on earth with this job...” 

Seokjin groaned and threw a damp washcloth at you. Stupid demons have good aim it seemed because it hit your book, forcing it out of your hands, “I can’t believe you’re reading that.” 

You shrugged and grabbed your book, “I’ll read sex scenes if the rest of the book is good. Besides, I mostly read what they say and skim the rest.” 

“I can literally hear you reading each sentence.” He said and when you looked over at him, his ears were bright red and a frown was twisting his face. 

“Would you like me to stop reading it for now? I have some other books I can read while you can hear my thoughts.” 

He sighed and nodded, “I’d appreciate that. I can’t believe that you convinced me to buy an actual shop! Now I have to be in the shop more.” 

You laughed as Seokjin whined, “You won’t get tons if you only target people who are desperate for food! You can still give them stuff on the house but now you’ll get more people with small amounts of desire as well.” 

He groaned and threw his arms in the air like a petulant child and you were once again struck by the fact that he was a demon. A succubus. How the hell was this stuff real? How had you been roped into helping an ace succubus? It explained so much and yet so little about Seokjin. His looks, his flirty nature… but his humor? And his past? And his personality? Still so much was unknown to you and something deep in you was pushing you to learn more.

“I’m glad I’m able to still,” He twirled his hand, a beautifully decorated cake in an ornate cake display shimmering into view and telling you that it’d always been there, "I wouldn’t be able to own an actual shop if it weren’t for this.” 

That was still something you’d need to get used to. He’d materialized so much around you, made it real and with a past in your mind. The world of magic that you’d been thrown in was overwhelming. 

Whether or not Seokjin heard your inner monologue, he didn’t say, instead going about and cleaning tables. You watched from your corner seat, not yet gathering energy to open your phone and find a new book to read. 

The ding from the door pulled you to your phone as you let Seokjin tend to his client. Business in the evening was slow for him and that’s when you enjoyed coming in to rest and help him navigate the human world. The man refused to get an apartment or home despite claiming he wasn’t going to hell to sleep. Where he slept, you didn’t know and that worried you only a little more than his incessant winking when he greeted new customers. And those occasional smirks he gave you when he was feeding off of you… well you were fairly positive he was feeding off of you. 

You shivered and tried to bury yourself into your phone. 

The next time you came over, Seokjin was struggling with his taxes, screaming at a computer that has always been behind the counter and shaking his head.

“You’re scaring customers away.” You said flatly as you entered, setting your work bag down on your seat. 

“The shop is closed.” 

You didn’t even jump as the shop sign flipped over to closed and Seokjin went back to yelling about taxes and eating the rich. A laugh left you as you watched him, his veins popping as he worked up a sweat with each hit of the computer. 

“Do you want help?” 

“No. I am going to make the landlord vanish.” 

“Your contract literally had a clause that if the landlord died, his kids would get the place and they might force you out. Nothing will stop the onslaught of taxes, Seokjin.” 

He sighed, “Silly humans and their useless taxes. What even is the use of business taxes?”

“I am the last person who’d know. I don’t do taxes nor do I own a business but I am sure the internet could tell you.” 

Seokjin threw himself into the chair across from you and your heart leapt out of your throat as his chair wobbled dangerously before finally settling down. He wailed dramatically and grabbed your hands, warmth spreading from his touch as he complained about taxes more and more. 

You laughed and shook your head again, grabbing a book from your bag and settling into your seat, “Have you eaten enough desire today?” 

He sighed, “No… Especially with this frustration, I am so hungry.”

You should open your shop again then.

“Why would I when my favorite customer is here, though?” You looked up, heat rising to your cheeks as he sent you a wink.

What did this man have in store?

“Want to try the latest treat I’ve made! It’s a decadent lavender and lemon cupcake!” Seokjin was already up and about before you could say anything, his focus on making the cupcake look pretty on the plate. As he walked over, you noticed how he stuck his tongue out in focus. He was a cutie, you’ll give him that. 

Before you could even blink there was a steaming mug of tea next to the cupcake as well and he watched you expectantly as you set down your book and took a sip.

“Ohhh. A chocolate tea with this is really smart.” You said, trying to focus on the flavor and not at how excitedly he was looking at you. It made you shy and yet at this point in knowing Seokjin, you couldn’t help but be edenred at how excited he got for you to try his food. 

You tried to tell yourself that it was just for the desire he’d get from you but there was always a small voice in your mind telling you differently. Gingerly taking the cupcake, you unwrapped it and broke off the bottom half to put on top. 

Seokjin groaned, “Can you not butcher cupcakes like that again?!” 

“What! It’s a smart way to eat a cupcake and reduce mess!” 

“It’s blasphemy!”

“Shouldn’t you like it more then?” You asked, silencing Seokjin with a bite of his cupcake.

Damn it. 

Seokjin made good food. 

Begrudgingly, you gave into the wonder that was the cupcake. It wasn’t too sweet, the tart lemon cutting through the sugar and allowing the lavender to hang in the back of your mouth for longer. And the frosting? A soft and tart cream that melted on your tongue, allowing the spongy cake to be eaten smoothly and softly. 

Seokjin was smirking at you as you ate and damn it, he looked good. 

You set the cupcake down and drank more of the tea, thankful for the change in flavor. 

“It’s good.”

“I’m glad. I am feeling much better now myself.” 

You scoffed and looked away as you tried to calm down your heart. This man would be the death of you. 

Seokjin shook his head at a customer, a pout on his face as he handed over her food and drink. She didn’t seem phased though, waving bye with a smile and sitting down close to you. It wasn’t common to have people come in shortly after you arrived in the evening, the evening rush often starting closer to eight pm with students cramming for the next day. Yet here was someone who’d visited a few times before and was now fluttering her eyelashes at Seokjin as he cleaned up. 

You chuckled into your computer as you watched him shy away, glaring at the counter that he was cleaning as she watched him intently. Maybe he was embarrassed by her thoughts. That made you laugh. The man was so handsome and whenever his forehead made an appearance (instead of his common bowl cut) people seemed to flirt with him more than normal… which was to say about every customer was more friendly with him. 

Poor guy. 

Seokjin glared at you, his nostrils flaring as he dramatically went into the back room. 

The other customer deflated, turning to her food and phone as she settled in for the meal. You found yourself deflating as well, turning to focus more on your work. Normally you were good at enforcing a work-life balance but when the deadline for the project you’re heading is nearing and everyone else on your team is enforcing a healthy work-life balance, it was on you to pick up the slack. In the past, they were bad about working overtime without pay even when there wasn’t much to do so you were proud of your teammates. Truly… but the work wouldn’t complete itself. 

The next time you looked up, it was because Seokjin had placed a big sandwich, bursting with luscious vegetables and egg salad on your table. A cup of tea that had always been there also greeting you. Your heart fluttered as you thanked him and watched as he sat down with a big sigh. 

“I am so tired from standing all day, Y/n-ah! Why do people do this?” He said with a groan, rolling his feet under the table without a care for your shins he was beating. 

You shrugged, “Put a chair back there then.” 

“That’s really smart!” 

“Thank you.”

“What are you working on? I don’t normally see you with your computer out.” He asked, leaning over the table and shoving his face near your computer screen. As if he could possibly read the document upside down.

Could succubi?

“No. I am too tired to go around. Besides I don’t know what it would say upright anyways.” 

You nodded. It was always surreal when he read your thoughts but you were getting more used to it as you spent more time with him. 

“Please eat by the way.”

Is he really hungry still? It was Monday and every Monday evening he bragged about how stuffed he was because of the worker rush. 

“I know you’ve not eaten since this morning. Silly, silly, silly. Don’t overwork yourself.” He said, gently flicking your forehead. 

You didn’t know if you believed him. 

You looked over at the woman who was finishing her food… she was still here so you couldn’t change the subject to something succubus related… like how he always managed to have such a rush or how he still targeted people whose desires were strong and not in the area.

“Speak for yourself. You are open every day.” 

His brows furrowed, “Is that not normal?” 

“Are you a big corporation who goes through workers like wheat in a mill and refuses to close?” 

He pouted and you felt the urge to coo, “I’m not a big corporation who is mean to workers. Are those? I wonder who--” 

He stopped and looked at the lady eating. Were inhumane capitalist systems created in hell?

“From my understanding they’re human.” 

You sighed, “Either way. Working every day, with the hours you work isn’t common.” 

“Oh. I should close some days then. Would you want to do something with me those days?” His eyes lit up and you knew you couldn’t say no to him. 

“Sure. That’d be fun! And I can help you find some other people you can spend time with.” 

His brows furrowed once again, “But I like spending time with you. Why would I need others.” 

Damn it. 

Seokjin wasn’t good for your heart. 

“Y/n! Y/n! I found this awesome song! Cake!” Seokjin was shouting excitedly, waving around his phone as he bound towards you, blaring an overtly sexual song and blissfully unaware of the many angry people looking at him. 

“P-Please! Quiet the song!” You said, trying to take his phone as he pouted and kept it away.

CAKE! ON MY BODY! CAKE! PUT IT ON MY BODY!

“But it perfectly encapsulates my feelings about cake!” He said with a pout, wiggling around in a poor attempt to dance.

After way too long of him dancing and avoiding your grasp, you were finally able to get him to sit down and silence the song, your whole body bright with embarrassment. 

“Seokjin… you can’t play a song like that in public. Even if you feel like it fits your feelings about a food. It’s so sexual.” 

“What? How?” 

“Oh dear. How do you have your bakery named The Creamed Pie and not know what cake is?” You wanted to cry at having to explain this to a grown ass man… a succubus. 

“What about the Creamed Pie? Why are you bringing my love into this! It’s a beautiful name” 

“Oh dear.” You shook your head, “It’s a term for a… sex action.”

“O-Omo! What? I had no idea! It fits so well! And cake?” 

“Ass.” 

“What?! No wonder my friends laughed when I told them what my bakery was named and my favorite song! I know! I will change the bakery name! Double Stuffed is another name I was considering.”

You facepalmed.

“Do succubi naturally make innuendos?” 

“What?!” 

“Just keep the Creamed Pie. It’s stuck at this point.” You said with a sigh, shaking your head as you looked at Seokjin fondly. 

The man was getting so much better at blending into the human world. If you didn’t know any better, you’d think that he was human. But you knew better so you could guard your heart better. He was an immortal demon and you were a human teaching him how to act human. 

You watched as he jumped up excitedly to greet a mutual friend of yours who worked at a pet shelter. Hoseok was being pulled excitedly by a new puppy who had to stay with the vet for the night. Laughter bubbled out of you as you watched the two interact, Seokjin throwing his whole body into snuggling the dog while the two interacted. Helping him get into different communities to make friends had been beneficial to you. Sure you had a few friends from work but that was about it, the move removed you from most of your previous friends after all. Seokjin got you into shelter work, a bookclub, a gardening club full of sweet old ladies. He’d made your world better by being in it. 

How long would you be able to have Seokjin in your life before he’d have to move to keep his image up? 

Would he last ten years before people started to notice he didn’t age? 

You sighed, not wanting to get up and interact yet. 

These thoughts of Seokjin’s transience had been bogging you down more and more. Sure he could live here for a long time… but would it be enough for you? He’s someone you want in your life for… as long as you live. Ignoring the flutters that have been occurring more frequently, he’s made your life so bright and you didn’t want it to end. 

You hoped that Seokjin didn’t sense this from you. Aside from the embarrassment of these thoughts that he might hear, you imagined that your want to keep him in your life could feed him almost as much as his food.

Seokjin was looking at you, an unreadable expression on his face.

You shivered. 

Maybe he already knew. 

With a heavy sigh, you got up. The walk to Hoseok and Seokjin was full of trying to wipe your mind of the thoughts and the gloom. Think about puppies.

“You’re tired, Y/n. Take a nap.” Seokjin said with a sigh, taking a now empty plate from your table. 

“Huh? I’ll be ok. I need to work on a bit more.” You said, waving him off as you continued to type away on your computer. A possible new job was opening in your work and you had to finish the application soon.

The laptop slowly closed on your hands, Seokjin’s frowning face greeting you. There was a blanket and a pillow on your table, the two plush and calling to you stronger than this application was. Was this succubus magic? 

Seokjin sighed, “You won’t get the job if you’re burnt out. Take a short nap. I’ll wake you up in thirty minutes,” He must’ve seen something in your eyes because all too soon he was crossing his arms and sitting across from you, “I will bar you from the bakery as well. The door takes people to where they most desire but I can make it so it’ll take you to where you’re dreading.”

“The door can do that?” You asked, looking at the door with a new suspicion. You guessed it made sense that the door had some magic too since he could bring people in from all over the area who were desiring food. 

“I am not changing the topic to educate you on one of the many things I’ve learned over my lifetime. Nap.” 

“I’m not even that sleepy.” You said, but as you looked back at the door, you knew that you didn’t want to risk no longer being able to see this place. With a glare and a few curses for Seokjin, you grabbed the pillow and blanket, spreading out on the couch and trying to get comfortable.

Sleep didn’t come to you easily though. Seokjin was working still and despite your mind feeling oddly quiet, you couldn’t get comfortable. It was all made worse when Seokjin came over and adjusted the blanket, his hand removing hair from your face gingerly. He sighed what felt like a thousand unspoken words before finally going back to work. 

But the ghost of his kindness didn’t leave you. Not the rest of that day. Not during your time at the pet shelter. Not at work. Not during book club. 

You shouldn’t be so flustered by a friend’s action. You’d probably do something similar if his hair was in his eyes. It was just a caring thing to do.

Plus, the two of you talk about being ace all the time… but not romance. He still turns down every flirty customer… he could be aeromantic. Or not interested in humans. If you were an all powerful and eternal demon, you don’t think humans would appeal to you. 

His touch haunted you as you watched as Jimin collapsed into Seokjin with laughter, Hoseok and Namjoon clinging to him at some joke that they’d told. It was barely even funny (if only you’d been listening). Physical touch has always been something you felt neutral about or blatantly shied away from and generally it didn’t affect you when others were able to so freely be physically affectionate. It was a ghost of a barrier keeping you minimally stimulated that you rarely ever overcame and no one else seemed to try to broach. There were some family members and childhood friends who you hugged or snuggled, but touch had never been something that you wanted or needed. Bodies were warm and quick to getting damp. You cringed at how Seokjin was attacked with affection and yet another part of you longed for that kind of affection from Seokjin. 

To hug. To be caught by him. To be able to lean on him. To hold hands. 

Jimin, Hoseok, and Namjoon never had a challenge with it. 

Seokjin accepted it willingly… but you struggled to broach that. 

Speak of the demon… Seokjin looked over at you, welcoming you closer on the picnic mat, his hands pointing to some cold fruits that had always been part of the picnic. 

You leaned over and grabbed something to munch on with a smile, Jimin launching on you with his next roll of laughter. A cringe rolled through you but you didn’t push him off, his heaving chest tickling you into laughing as well. 

The guys had been swapping strange customer stories for the past hour. It had urged them up the mountain they hiked and been the background noise of the picnic setup. Despite not working at a customer service facing job, you enjoyed the stories and how they reacted. Like Jimin had someone who wanted white black eyed susans in their bouquet… which didn’t exist. They meant daisies… but they refused to believe they weren’t black eyed susans. It didn’t take Jimin too long to convince them that white black eyed susans were super rare and upcharge the poor person on the common flower.  

“You’re so devious!” Seokjin said, quieting his laughter with some of the fruit and watching as others around started to eat. 

“Nuh uh! The dude was being really rude and I tried to explain it to him for over fifteen minutes. If he wants to think he got something special, let him. He came in wanting to spend more than he needed to anyways.” Jimin said with a hum.

Namjoon shrugged, “Here’s hoping he doesn’t find out ever. Hyung, this fruit is so good! Probably the best I’ve ever had.” 

“Thank you!” Seokjin said, smiling broadly and winking at you. 

Jimin giggled and gave you a look and you tried to shake it off. Seokjin winked often and this was about your little inside secret. They didn’t know he was a succubus or that he was feeding off of them as they are this fruit… or that he’ll live forever and eventually leave everyone here behind. 

Seokjin looked into the woods around everyone as Hoseok took control of the conversation. He was talking about a tragic vet case he worked recently… which was as sad as your thoughts were.

“Why do you keep thinking about me leaving?” Seokjin asked as everyone started hiking back to the parking lot. He’d fallen behind with you and was speaking quietly as if he was worried about others hearing. 

Probably because this got to his demonic ways… which they didn’t know. 

You shrugged, “You can’t stay here forever. You’re immortal. Sooner or later people will realize that you’ve not aged a day and to keep eating desire you'll need to move. I’ve seen movies and read books about this.”

“You’re acting nonchalant but I can tell how much it’s hurting you. You’ve grown so distant.” 

The trail was getting smaller and to continue talking and walking next to each other, your shoulders bumped together repeatedly. His warmth was welcome. 

“I like you in my life.”

“And I’m in your life right now.” 

“But for how long?” You asked, looking over at him with a glare. 

“I don’t know. It’s not like I can’t figure out how to stay with you forever.”

“Seokjin. I don’t live forever. You do.” 

“I don’t have to.” He said, untold words swimming in his eyes at that. 

Before you could continue though, the parking lot came into view and Jimin was urging Seokjin into his car. You were once again alone with too many thoughts bogging you down.

Damn it, Seokjin. 

You watched the back door swing open, two people sauntering into the bakery who you’d never seen before. Seokjin hadn’t talked about hiring people to work here and that was something the two of you talked about often. One of them made their way over to you, tattoos on full display as he dusted off his jacket and gave you a once over. 

“Come here often?” He asked in the worst pickup line ever. It took physical strength not to cringe and turn back to your book. 

“No.” 

“That’s good to know. Want to come over to my place after?” 

“Jungkook! What in the world are you doing?” Seokjin’s loud voice made the man, Jungkook, stand on edge. His eyes were wide and face pale. 

“That is no way to talk to…” He looked over at you before looking at Seokjin again, the two entering a staring contest that could rival battles. 

Was Jungkook a succubi? 

You looked over at the other man, tall and lanky but dressed to the nines. They practically walked out of romantic dramas. Why were demons so bad at blending into the human world? 

The other man started laughing wildly, Jungkook and Seokjin whipping around to looking at him, “S-Sorry. This human… they have such hilarious thoughts! I can’t tell if they’re insults or not.” 

“Yes. When I first moved in they had a lot of comments about my shop’s name. Still can’t quite tell if they were meant to be positive or negative.” Seokjin said, not even sparing you a glance as he sized up the other demon. 

“They were negative.” You said and immediately regretted it as Jungkook whirled on you once again sizing you up and giving you one of the worst smolders you’d ever seen in your life. What a disgrace to Flynn Rider.

“Hey! I will have you know that my shoulders are amazing! Wait-- Why aren’t you affected by it?” The poor man looked so confused and sad that you weren’t falling at his feet.

Seokjin coughed and Jungkook and the other demon’s attention was brought to you once again, “What are you two doing here?” 

“We wanted to visit you. Especially with the current whispers we’ve heard down below.” The other man said, sitting down in a chair by you and taking a sip of tea that had always been there, waiting for him. 

“I wanted to try your food! I’ve heard it’s really good!” Jungkook said, “And Taehyung said that we should have a serious chat with you about giving up immortality.” 

Taehyung slapped Jungkook’s arm and shot you a look. 

Your eyes shot up as thoughts started rapid firing in your mind. Why would Seokjin give up immortality? 

“Y/n, I think you should leave for now.” Seokjin said, not taking his eyes off of Taehyung and Jungkook.

“But they seem like fun! Don’t you want to have fun, Y/n?” Jungkook asked, sending you a wink.

A growl tore you from Jungkook’s gaze, quickly making you pack up your things, “Seokjin’s right. I should get going. Good luck with the conversation, buddy.” You said, not wanting to give space for anyone to speak as you raced out of the cafe. 

To your shock, exiting the cafe led right to your apartment door. How in the world did that happen? 

The next time you saw Seokjin, he looked sickly and tired and was moving around the shop with half the energy and excitement that he normally had. He still tried to put on a smile for customers who came in and any time you opened your mouth to say something he glared at you. He wasn’t wanting you to bring up what was happening to him but you worried nonetheless.

Do demons get sick? 

Is it possible for him to not be getting enough desire? 

If so… you wished you could give him all your desire. Anything to keep him healthy and here with you. 

Seokjin was so tired that he sat down at multiple points. It was during one time when he was resting his head against a table that you got up, determined to help him somehow. You moved behind the counter and started to make him a cup of tea. 

Except… this man didn’t have any mugs. 

You sighed and next thing you knew, a mug was greeting you. It had always been there. Looking up, you saw Seokjin looking at you from the table, his head turned to rest and watch what you did. He winked but didn’t do much else. Quickly you made the tea and grabbed one of the display sweets. It wasn’t much and Seokjin likely had something similar all the time but it was the most you could do without talking about whatever was going on. Before bringing the stuff to him, you went to the door and flipped the sign to closed. Seokjin wasn’t in a place to serve people right now. 

You sat across from him, cringing as he struggled to get up and slowly sipped his tea. The cafe was filled with the sounds of him slowly eating and drinking, the man a loud slurper and chewer. Probably his one flaw.

“Hey! I am flawless!” He shouted, crumbs flying across the table.

“I don’t know about that.” You said, “Noisy eaters can be a big deal for some people. Can trigger main receptors in some!” 

He scoffed, “Well not you.” 

You shrugged, “No. But I don’t like it much still.” 

He huffed but started to eat with less noise, “I will not change my slurping. It’s how you aerate the hot drink and cool it down. I don’t want to burn my tongue.” 

“Didn’t know demons could.” 

Seokjin stayed silent at that. 

What did Jungkook and Taehyung talk about? What was happening to Seokjin? 

He glared at you. 

Puppies. Think about puppies. 

“You think about puppies a lot. Do I remind you of them?” He asked, his cheeks filled with food and eyes playful. 

“Hmmm. I think you remind me more of chipmunks or hamsters. But I like puppies! They’re cute.” You said with a laugh, half wanting to grab your phone and show him some pictures or videos of puppies. 

“What about chipmunks and hamsters? No love for them? They live a short time, is that why?” 

“I like them.” 

“Yeah?” 

You nodded, “I don’t know how long I’ll be able to see them when I do. Their life span isn’t a worry either. They might only be around for a short period of my life, but their owners… and I when I see them, love them for their whole life. Their life is full of love. Should be.” 

Seokjin looked at his tea and nodded.

“You should make your way home early tonight,” Seokjin started, “I think it’s going to rain soon.” 

His eyes were watery when you finally left. 

Hoseok and Jimin could tell there was something up with Seokjin… they’d planned a small gathering and while Seokjin didn’t say anything, with only four people there, the tension was palpable. They were carrying the conversation and your worry for Seokjin only allowed for you to add in every once in a while. The chatter of the bar that you’d gathered at was practically screaming into your conversations. When he excused himself for the bathroom but left through the front, you followed.

“Seokjin. Are you ok?” 

He jumped, his hands rising up to his face as he whirled on you, eyes wide, “Why are you out here? You should be inside having fun.”

Shaking your head, you came closer, “I wasn’t having fun before. It’s no fun when I’m worried about you. What’s up? I’m here for you.”

“The lights are up.” He said, his back hitting the wall as he sank to his knees.” 

You grimaced. You’ll tell him about not touching the outdoor walls of buildings, especially bars, “I love your comedy but now isn’t the time. I want to help you. Do you need food? I can… I can give you desire.” 

“Bars are rife with desire… I don’t,” he sighed and shook his head, “I’m feeding fine. It’s… this change is taking so much out of me. I’m exhausted. Change is hard.” 

“This chan-” His immortality.

Seokjin didn’t look at you but you felt tears well up as he started talking more, “Jungkook and Taehyung told me the risks… and I still decided that…” 

You grabbed his hand, your heart in your throat, “What are the risks, Seokjin?”

He squeezed your hand, pulling you down to squat next to him and despite the fact that your shirt likely had piss on it now, you wanted to be closer. The warmth of his hand and heat from his shoulder wasn’t enough. You didn’t move and he didn’t speak. 

The hustle and bustle of the bar filled the tension like air to a black void and like a black void, nothing satiated the tension. 

“I don’t know how long I have left on earth.” 

“Do you have to return to hell?” 

He shook his head.

“Fuck. Seokjin, what will happen?”

“If I’m not strong enough to not live with immortality?” He sighed and leaned his head on your shoulder but you couldn’t find any comfort in his warmth, “I guess my life will be like a hamster. Short but full of your love.” 

Tears were fighting their way out of your tear ducts, “S-Seokjin. Wh… Don’t…” 

“Would you run The Creamed Pie when I’m gone.” 

You scoffed, tears getting into your mouth, “Aside from the fact that I have a job and hate the name--” 

“It’s grown on you.” 

“I’m not done, idiot.  You’re talking like you won’t make it. Don’t talk like that.” 

“Well… it’s--”

“There you two are!” Hoseok shouted, his eyes not yet adjusted to being out of the bar, “Get off of that piss stained wall and come back inside!” 

Seokjin’s cafe disappeared. 

It’s been weeks since you, Hoseok, or Jimin have seen him. 

You had to take days off when you realized what had likely happened. 

Damn it, Seokjin.

He didn’t even say goodbye. 

You’d been crying your eyes out for hours at the realization. He was gone. You’d never see him again. The light that he brought into your life was gone. You were alone in your isolation, your heart breaking loudly in the silence of your apartment. 

On day three of your crying, you got a knock at your door. Probably your neighbor wanting to complain about the noise again. Stealing up your energy, you hobbled over and prepared for her to berate you. 

You looked through the peephole. 

Seokjin. 

For a second you had the strong image of opening the door and closing it on his face. But you were frozen, unable to move as a thousand thoughts rushed through your mind all too fast and jumbled to even process.

He was alive. 

“I know you’re there. I can hear your thoughts. Please open up.” He shouted, knocking on the door once again. 

You couldn’t face him though. He… you’d been grieving him. The loss of a friend and someone you loved. How could you just… 

“Please? I missed you.” 

If you weren’t dehydrated, you’d be crying. 

“Don’t cry! Please let me in? I have so much to tell you.” 

“LET THE DAMN MAN IN! I AM TRYING TO NAP.” A neighbor shouted and you finally found yourself moving, opening the door with shaky hands. 

A warm embrace was wrapping around you before you knew it. Seokjin’s soft arms and firm hug holding you up as you lost your strength once again. He was cooing for you, rubbing your hair. For once, physical touch felt like a wash of warmth. Slightly too warm, yes, but it was filling a deep crave in your body that had never been there before Seokjin. 

He practically carried you to your living space and set you down on the couch before going off to the kitchen to get something. 

“No wonder you came to the cafe so much. This kitchen is really underdeveloped.” He said as he clattered around, opening cabinets and drawers. 

You watched, open mouthed as your brain tried to process the man who was in front of you. He was glowing more than you think he had before, more youthful and handsome than he was before if that was even possible. There was a slowness to his actions that you didn’t remember being there before but that could have also been your shock of seeing him again. 

“You’re here.” You finally manage to say when he sets a cup of water down in front of you. 

“I’m here. Mortal.” 

“Mortal.” 

“Yeah. I… I didn’t say this before,” He started, grabbing one of your hands and forcing the water into it before grabbing your other hand, “I… I couldn’t stay immortal. Not… I can’t see my life without you.” 

“So you risked me not having you in my life? Seokjin, I grieved for you like you were dead. I-” Your voice gave out and you saw tears bud in Seokjin’s eyes. 

“I’m sorry.” 

“How could you!” You gripped his hand tight, shaking it as you heaved, no tears coming, “I grieved for you! Seokjin I- I loved you and I lost you.”

“I’m back! And I will never leave you. I love you too.” 

You shook your head, “I grieved for you, Seokjin. I need time. I can’t. I can’t disregard my upset because you’re back.” 

He nodded, “I understand. I’ll be at the cafe when you’re ready. Is… is there anything I can do to help you right now?” 

“Get out.” 

A week later, full of Hoseok and Jimin pestering you, you walked into The Creamed Pie. You didn’t need a phone to direct you where to go after visiting it for so long but you didn’t even need to take ten steps to get there. Its door right outside your apartment, where it had been for the whole week. The fresh smell of baked bread hit your nose before the warm hug of Seokjin.

“I missed you so much.”

He was ushering you inside with a bright smile, the closed sign flipping over as the two of you sat down. Seokjin refused to leave you, tea and a sandwich appearing on your table. They’d always been there and you savored each bite. Their wonder was miniscule in comparison to being next to Seokjin again.

“Thank you.” 

“For?”

“Returning to me.” 

You grabbed his hand, bringing it over your shoulder as you leaned into him, “The cafe was always with me.”

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[talesfrommedinastation]

My aunt died today

CW: Meat Muffin got a big whammy today. She is The Sad right now. Sprinkling instant coffee into her spiced eggnog. Neighbor Doug is in Florida and it'd be weird to text him.

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Unlike my uncle Bill, we knew Aunt was going. But it hurts so much.

I found out from my mom on 4th of July weekend. Pancreatic cancer, 4th stage. It was everywhere.

Aunt canceled her trip to New Zealand, saying there was no way she was going to make it to next year. My mom told her not to do it, miracles happen.

They didn't. Not this time.

She died at 4:32 am, 12/23/2023. Her son, my mom's godson, called my mom sobbing. Jack never cries, he's a hardassed little punk who took his hardassery and got an MBA from Wharton, he is a VP of a company now. We used to clobber each other all the time as kids, and it drove me nuts, because he and his brothers (who are my brothers best friends) were some of the subjects in the Darth Maul tale, fierce and funny and so fucking smart.

All from their crazy assed mom, my aunt, who had the verbal whip of a Kirkson and Ellis attorney, the sass of a whole Southern church, and loved my mom like a seagull loves an open dumpster.

Aunt was my mom's best friend, her ride-or-die, and ever since I became an adult, I got dragged to their random lectures at Local Big University or art galleries, where Aunt would OPENLY ROAST THE PRESENTER.

One time we got kicked out of a lecture at MIT because my aunt was just being That Bad and my mom and I couldn't stop laughing. I think the lecturer cried. Ellen's response? "For a Ph.D with some Bronze Stars, he sure can't handle criticism!"

I hate this so fucking much.

Both her and my uncle Bill (who just passed as well) were my parents best friends. They weren't married. Hell, they were the opposite.

Bill was a quiet, introspective nerd with no children and only an ex-wife from the 90's, and Ellen was a loud, crazy, Metis Valkyrie with a pack of insanely successful sons and a church that loved her.

She's gone too. He's gone. Christmas Eve is tomorrow.

I don't know how I'm going to do it.

#meat muffin is sad again #death #cw: sad #cw: death #I need to work on art and writing #I could when Bill died #But not Ellen #and I can't explain why #Youtube

[prismaticpichu]

It's the weekend and Seph and Zack have a free schedule! How do they spend it?

YESSS!!! The weekend!!!! Oh man oh man, it’s been a decade and a half since the last one! Zack’s eyes are glued to the clock as the seconds tick by, and once their shift is over… HALLELUJAH!! Can we get a kool-aid man OH YEAH?! He is freeeeeeeee!

“Until Monday,” Sephiroth always reminds him. “Please step away from the paper shredder.” (Ofc said through the simmering desire to mutilate his own papers—a completely foreign and corrupted thought that he will not take responsibility for.)

A quick eenie meenie miney mo decides whose apartment they’ll be heading to. If it lands on Seph’s, then Zack just has to make onneeeee pit stop! Seph returns home to shed those bulky pauldrons and Zack comes bouncing in minutes later holding his favorite plushie, Muffin. Seph’s the only one in Midgar who knows that Muffin exists; Seph would never judge him, or laugh at him, or treat him like a baby. He accepts Muffin as the third member of their companionship!

No matter whose place they go, that’s where they’ll settle in for the night. Sephiroth has no interest in partying, or restaurants… or *choke* restaurant parties: putting on a disguise feels like he’s impersonating someone and inevitably encountering hordes of people would mar whatever “normal” experience he was supposed to have. And Zack knows this good and well. He does get Seph outta the base whenever he can, but for small things- small things like getting groceries or going book shopping, staying right by his side and squeezing his hand whenever he gets The Looks (it’s just General Sephiroth with a can of cream cheese calm the heck down).

On Fridays though? Fridays, the happiest day of the week? He just wants his friend to feel safe and sound <3 And besides, he spends so much time during the week out and about with Aerith, Cloud, Kunsel, and 54 of his other friends. There’s nothing better in the world than quality time with his best buddy <3

Work hours also cut evilly close into dinner. Time to order in! Zack insists on letting Seph reward himself after a long week of military miltarying, and there’s always at least oneeeee thing Zack can find on a menu that brings out Seph’s “oooooh” look (that’s slightly dilated kitty eyes and eyebrows rising 2%. Zack understands that not everyone speaks fluent Seph). They grew a habit of eating on the coffee table, Zack mostly dominating the conversation while Sephiroth chimes in with his take on something, orrr engaging in metaphysical debates that thrum the strings of the known universe.

“I was wondering,” Zack says after a bite of bbq chicken pizza, “if cars could drive themselves, would they need windshield wipers? Only people need that to see.”

Sephiroth swallows his own bite of mushroom pizza. “Hmm… but what if the person misses their destination and the rain is too thick to see?”

Sephiroth loves listening to Zack and contributing ideas, no matter how outrageous Zack’s discussions may be. Zack is outrageous. Zack is ridiculous and irreplaceable and always wants him to laugh. Never would he have a conversation as in depth as this in a board meeting.

Dinner time is always followed by a movie! Seph has a toothbrush for Zack to use and sleep clothes he always keeps in an extra drawer, so once they’re all nice and snug, Zack in fuzzy pajamas and Seph in something loose, they spend abt 10 minutes searching for the best thing they can find. (Horror flicks are off limits though, on insistence of Sephiroth. Seeing his friend so shaken by a and wounded by a film one time was enough. It was a miracle the TV was still in once piece from the RAGE he felt at it. Hmph.)

So they watch the movie, Zack always swaddling himself in Seph’s throw blankie that he fell in love with. He usually doesn’t make it through the movie, though, not when he’s as snug as a pug in a rug. The credits always roll with Zack slumped into his best friend’s arms—the place on the entire face of the planet where he feels the safest—Muffin squashed between his arms, his x-uped cheek pressed against his buddy’s heartbeat <3 It’s the silver lining of everything. Seph would always be right there, right on the ground with him when he woke up. And Zack would never ever leave his side.

Sephiroth knows exactly what to do. He gently lowers Zack onto the couch and tucks in the corners, making sure Muffin is tucked in too (Zack would want him just as warm). Somehow the sight is always so surreal, no matter how many times he sees it. But he’s grateful. Grateful everyday that he’s not alone, and that he’ll never be again. He doesn’t know what he ever did to deserve such a thing… through all the battles and all the bloodshed… but he would always cherish it.

A loving head pat goodnight, and Sephiroth heads off to bed himself <3 He always looks forward to weekends with his best friend, whatever Zack has in store for the next two days. Grocery shopping, book perusing, road trips… all the things that made him feel human. As long as Zack was by his side, he was willing to do them all <3

~

Oh. OH I see. Sorry, my bad! I set the magnifier to zoom in +300% percent. Lemme just adjust that and properly answer this lovely ask.

- Friday: movie and sleepover

- Saturday: a walk around the city and sleepovers

- Sunday: tutoring Zack on school subjects he missed out on due to joining SOLDIER. And sleepover <3

#sephiroth #zack fair #crisis core #ffvii #fangirl #beans! #best buddies foreveerrr #asks #puppy zack #unnecessarily long again ooops xD #Chow down on some self-restraint and conciseness Pichu GOD

[underthemooncover]

Down Hill

                                  CHAPTER ONE: Celadon Green                          chapter song—-- Clean Up In Aisle 4 by JEN Z

“Fate is like a strange, unpopular restaurant filled with odd little waiters who bring you things you never asked for and don't always like.”                                                                                         ― Lemony Snicket

Stepping out of the building, she felt like she could breathe again. June took a deep breath, welcoming the light breeze blowing through. She walked up to the little cafe on the block, the smell of coffee and cookie dough wafting towards her. 

After ordering a cappuccino and a chocolate muffin, June was happy to sit down again. The interview had taken a lot out of her and she was ready to crawl the rest of the day. She thought it went well, but who knows what was going on in that lady’s mind? She looked like she was going to pounce on June the moment she moved. She switched on her phone- 33 messages?! Lizzie. Of course, freaking out about what to wear for her first date. She scrolled through the pics, hoping to see any outfit she liked. 

Too short.

Too long.

Is she going goth?

Is this the French Revolution?

Pajamas?!

Is it Halloween?

Finally, after the craze was over, she found the perfect look for her cousin. Just as she texted her back, the order was ready and she barely managed to hold in a sigh. After a meal equal to paradise, June left the cafe, ready to spend the rest of the day holed up in her apartment.

Hailing a taxi was a nightmare. After 12 failed attempts, she dragged herself to the subway, trying not to flip off the taxi drivers.

June tried not to nod off every five minutes. By some miracle, the train she was on wasn’t as crowded as usual, allowing her to find a seat. Only a few people were scattered here and there. The train had stopped at a platform but no one was getting in. As the doors were closing, a man stumbled in. He looked like he was gonna be sick. His eyes were red and his face was an unusual shade of green.

 The worst part was that he seemed to be heading her way. Just as she was about to run, the guy went past her, looking at something else. June relaxed a bit, relieved she wasn’t the target.

Her eyes followed the man. 

He approached a guy standing at the end of the compartment. He didn’t notice anything, just focusing on the music blaring from his headphones.

Without warning, the man lunged at him, pushing him against the glass. A yelp of pain escaped the poor guy. Getting over his shock, he punched his attacker, ready to defend himself. June jumped up to help him, so did a few others. Both the men started fighting, although the weird man had a confusing set of moves. He looked like he had never punched someone in his life. 

Abruptly, his victim backed away and he doubled over, retching. As strange as it was to say, watching him attack a random person was less horrifying than seeing him throw up.

Thankfully, the train stopped at a platform, allowing everyone to get away. Outside, as people started asking the guy if he was okay, he began yelling,

“He bit me! I can’t believe he bit me!”

That’s when June noticed what he was talking about. On his shoulder was a clear bite mark, which was rapidly turning the same shade of green. It looked awful, making her wanna throw up.

As she turned towards the stairs and some people started calling the cops, she failed to notice that the man in the train had vanished, leaving behind nothing but claw marks.

Waking up early at 5:30 in the morning, giving a confusing long interview, having to go home by the subway and finally, The Incident. It was the shittiest day June had ever had.

She grabbed a bowl of ice cream, curled up on her couch and just as she clicked play, someone knocked on her door. 

Great.

Groaning, she stood up, walked all the way over to the door and opened it to deal with the person who had just destroyed the only peace she had the whole day. 

“Hey, girl….Woahh, what happened to you?”

At the door, was the person who was also the reason June had moved to New York.

“Hey, Grace.”

The blonde woman walked past her, taking in the sight of her apartment.

“Did a hurricane hit this place or something?” She asked.

Concerned, she turned around to look at her. June fell back onto the couch with a heavy sigh.

“Just been the usual shitty day.”

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Disclaimer: Any similarities to anyone or anything in this story is purely coincidental. This work is purely fictional.

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[anika-ann]

🎢🍦🌞

Pls?

Hey dear 💕

🎢 Which of your fics would you call your wildest ride?

Uh, huh, probably my Damned series (I mean, there were like 4-5 shows I managed to crossover DD with and the whole thing is over 500k so), other than that my soulmate AU (as in, complete) or Attached.

🍦 What's the sweetest fic you've created so far?

Wow, not THAT is a challenge. I think that for most who happen to read my stuff, I am known as a writer of sticky sweet stories so. Cold Feet, For a Smile and list goes on and on 😅 pretty much ALL miniseries I have for Steve. From multichapters, probably Grease and Pearls or The Best Mistake of My Life. For Matt, def Of Muffins, Coffee and Other Miracles.

I'm sorry, it's impossible to find one sweetest 🙈

🌞 Do you have a preferred time of day to write?

I'd say evening,or night-ish time, but I've been known to write first thing in the morning, cmpeltely ignoring my assignments and such 🙈

Thank you so much for the ask 💕

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[insomniumstella]

dating Bucky Barnes

summary: what Bucky Barnes is like as a boyfriend, or, in other words, Bucky Barnes asking you out

author’s note: happy Lithuanian Independence Day! 🇱🇹 totally unrelated, but here’s a sweet headcanon of Bucky as a boyfriend:)

with his playboy days behind him, Bucky can get a little shy asking a girl out. He’s still as charming but not as confident. You have to make the first move, not necessarily ask him out yourself, but drop a hint, perhaps. Compliment him here and there, bring coffee when he’s stressed in his office over filling out a recent mission report. Maybe save him a muffin when Wanda invites you to bake with her because they disappear fast, and Bucky loves muffins. 

when he does ask you out, it’s as sweet as you’d imagine. You’re in your room one day, scrummaging through every drawer to find the godforsaken car keys you stole from Tony and accidentally lost. You don’t even hear Bucky come in because you’re so distracted, but then he says hi, doll, a vase in one hand, flowers in the other. Are you busy?, and though you are, it’s Bucky that’s in the room, so Tony’s keys can wait. You shake your head no, and he sets down the vase on your dresser before putting the flowers in. How would for feel about dinner this Saturday? His voice is a lot more shaky than he’d like, but you can’t help the smile that overtakes your face, thank you for the flowers, Buck. You have no idea where he got the vase from, but you don’t ask, Saturday sounds great.

Sam teases Bucky the whole week about his upcoming date with you. Steve joins in a few times, but he’s over the moon for his best friend. Though Bucky always replies to his friends' jokes with sarcastic comments, he wants to crawl out of his skin from excitement. Little annoying things keep occurring; first, his phone breaks on a mission, he cannot find his favorite coffee mug, then Tony “accidentally” blasts him with his suit when Bucky comes to his lab for a quick hello, but even they can’t put a damper on his excitement. He’s had a crush on you ever since Steve brought him to the compound.

you’re not sure what kind of restaurant Bucky had in mind when Natasha helps you pick out an outfit. Having decided on a dress, you’re relieved to find out yours and Bucky’s vibes match when he comes to pick you up in a well-fitting black suit. He almost always looks good, but that night he’s something else. He brings you flowers again, and holds every door imaginable open, ladies first, he smiles before the two of you enter the restaurant. 

it’s a welcome surprise to learn more about Bucky. Bucky’s sort of a closed-off person, and even when he does open up, it’s nothing more beyond shallow memories from the 1940s. The conversation at the restaurant is a nice change of pace. Resemblances of your usual talk remain, as you and Bucky crack casual jokes about life at the compound, but it has a more flirty and vulnerable side too. Bucky’s an incredible listener. He doesn’t interrupt once, and when you’re finally done telling a story from your childhood, he doesn’t start speaking right away. Instead, he takes in the happiness that radiates from you when you reminisce about the good times. In return, he tells you all about a disastrous date back when he was 18. You laugh so hard it’s a miracle you manage to not accidentally spit out your wine. 

the two of you take a long walk around Brooklyn at the end of the night. Bucky drapes his jacket over your shoulders and timidly gives you a kiss on the cheek. The sight is so pure and so sweet, you want to kiss him there and then, but you know Bucky wants to take things slow, so you don’t. Instead, you hold his hand as he shows you around the parts of Brooklyn he grew up in. He tells more stories, and your heart swells at the sight of this Bucky Barnes. Finally happy and finally free. 

the date ends at McDonald’s drive-through. Except you got to Brooklyn via taxi and now stand in the drive-through without a car, laughing uncontrollably at the comical situation. The employee is far less amused than you two, but Bucky pays her no mind, except for giving a big tip when she finally hands you the McFlurrys you ordered. 

Bucky asks you out on another date as soon as you get back to the compound. How does bowling and drinks sound? he’s a bit shy and polite as always, but he also has one of the biggest smiles you’ve ever seen on him, and it’s adorable. Perfect, you say, standing on your tiptoes to give Bucky a big hug. He envelops you in an embrace so warm and comfortable it’s hard to decide against inviting the man for cuddles. Thank you, Buck, the date was incredible. His cheeks redden, and he chuckles, I’m glad you enjoyed it, doll. He goes in for one more hug, sleep tight. 

#bucky barnes #bucky #bucky x reader #bucky barnes fluff #bucky fluff #bucky x reader fluff #bucky barnes headcanon #bucky headcanon #bucky x reader headcanon #bucky barnes x reader headcanon #bucky barnes x reader #bucky imagine #bucky barnes imagine #bucky x you #bucky barnes x you

[albertasunrise]

A Problem Shared - Part 4

Masterlist

Summary: When Marcus is struck down with a sudden but serious illness, you both bond over shared ills.

Pairings: Marcus Pike x Reader

Warnings: Like AO3, I choose not to list any warnings. If you are easily triggered by health problems then do not read. (This is another short chapter but once again... loads more coming 😘)

Part 1, Part 2, Part 3

8 months prior…

You’d been sure at first that you were coming down with what Marcus had. The hot flashes and headaches were something he’d complained of over the past two days. You’d felt terrible leaving him and your concern for him continued to grow on the drive. You had stopped in your favourite cafe to grab your usual muffin and coffee, feeling a little twinge of sadness that Marcus wasn’t with you for the third time this week. When the lady had handed you your order, the smell had hit you and you couldn’t stop yourself from emptying the contents of your stomach into the trashcan at the end of the bar.

You’d started to piece it together pretty quickly after that. The headaches, hot flushes, and now you were sensitive to smells? All the signs were there and yet you found it hard to believe it. So when you’d finish your first load of meetings for the morning, you had dashed to the pharmacy down the street and bought a pack of tests.

You had to know.

One large glass of water and three tests later you were starting at the Clearblue tests... each one telling you the same thing.

You were pregnant.

A multitude of emotions washed over you at once. Excitement, joy and panic are a few amongst them. You and Marcus had only been together a handful of months and now you were pregnant with his child? You were happy though. You never thought this was going to happen for you and now here you were, 3 - 4 weeks pregnant, according to the tests, with the best man alive's baby.

So as you sat there a few minutes longer, looking at those tests, you knew that he would be happy about this because he wanted it just as much as you did and just like you, he thought he never would.

So when lunchtime came around you decided to give in to that niggling feeling and go check on him. Hoping your news would brighten up his day a little despite feeling as sick as he did. You were so excited to tell him. TO share this miracle journey with him.

Little did you know, fate had other plans.

~

Present-day...

It was a few days after you'd been released from the hospital and Marcus has yet to wake up from his surgery. The doctors had assured you it was a success, that his body was finally fighting but as you sat there nursing your daughter and eagerly waited for him to wake you started to worry. You'd researched possible things that could go wrong from here. You had done it because you wanted to be prepared or so you told yourself. In reality, you were just waiting for the next thing that would possibly take him from you and you hated yourself for it.

Why couldn't you just believe?

It was a little past noon when Marcus woke. He was dazed and confused as he attempted to blink away the fog that fluttered around his vision and clouded his mind.

Things came back in parts. Sounds were the first things, then smells. His sense of touch came back a little after that and then the final thing he regained was his sight.

The first thing he saw was white tiles above him. dotted with small holes that gave it a gravelly like texture. He smacked his lips as dry mouth made itself known and he lazily turned his head to seak out something to drink.

You noticed movement out the corner of your eye and your head snapped up in time to catch Marcus' gaze. He looked at you silently but you knew what he wanted so grabbed the ice chips beside him, scooted forward in your chair and brought one to his lips. He hummed as the frozen liquid hit his tongue and you smiled at the look of pleasure that crossed his face. You offered him a few more which he accepted before sitting back in your chair and smiling at him, a motion he weakly returned.

"H-h-how...l-l-long." He stuttered out, his face growing frustrated as his lack of ability to speak.

"The doctor said you might struggle to speak at first." You said as you placed a comforting hand on his "You've been here a little over eight months." You stated and his eyes widened at this "Your cold progressed to Pneumonia. Your body was too weak to fight off the infection and you went into Kidney failure. You've been in a coma and on life support and dialysis for eight months before a kidney came available a few days ago. You've started to fight the infection now and the doctors are a lot more optimistic of your chances." You finished with a smile as you gave his hand a friendly squeeze.

He nodded in reply, not wanting to try and speak again but you could see that he was struggling to process the information you'd just told him. You could only imagine what it was like to be told that but he was in for one more surprise. One that was starting to get fussy in her stroller.

"There's something else." You said as you gingerly pushed yourself to your feet, wincing at the slight soreness you still suffered "Someone you should meet." You said finally before bending down to scoop your baby from her pram and turning so he could see her.

His jaw dropped and his eyes grew wide and you brought her closer so that he could see her better.

"This is your daughter." You said sweetly as you placed her into his waiting arms "Born at 4:45 pm three days ago weighing seven pounds and 2 ounces." You gushed, beaming at him as he held the daughter he'd never known he was getting in his arms.

His eyes were brimming with tears as he looked up at you, mouthings something that sounded like "I have a daughter?" And you nodded at him.

"I found out about her a few hours before I found you unconscious in the apartment." You confessed, eyes drifting to her now sleeping form "Went into labour just after you were taken into surgery, she decided that she wanted to make an entrance." You said which brought out a wet chuckle from him "I haven't named her yet... I uh- I wanted to name her together."

"Ye?" He managed to choke out and you nodded.

"I have a few names I like but I can't decide." You confessed "I kinda managed to get it down to two... If you have any you like though, please do tell me... Or maybe write them down as it's hard for you to speak I suppose." You were rambling and he was smiling, it felt like it used to again "I like Arabella but I also really like Ivy."

"One." He said and you smiled as he held up a single finger.

"Arabella it is." You said as you stepped to the head of his bead so you could look down at her "Hi baby girl." You cooed as her eyes cracked open "We're a family now." You said as you looked down at Marcus, overjoyed he was finally with you again.

~

It was over a month before Marcus was released from the hospital. He required physio both physically and verbally after spending so long in a coma and you were there to support him through it all.

Things at home were a little alien at first. His spare room was now a nursery and a few pieces of his furniture had had to go to make way for the items the baby needed. You'd felt guilty as he had looked around at his home that you'd now made your own, but as he turned to you with a happy smile, your worries washed away.

Now a few weeks later, you'd fallen into somewhat of a routine. You pumped as well as breastfed her, giving Marcus a chance to feed Arabella too and you loved how hands-on with her he was from the off. To think that he woke up from an eight-month-long Coma to learn that he was now a father and yet, he took on the responsibility without argument. He doted on her every move. Look at her in a way you'd never seen him look at anything before. It was a pure sort of love that could not be manufactured for you felt it too as you look at her. She was your everything and she was his too.

"How much longer have you got before you go back to work?" He asked and you sighed.

"Two weeks and then it goes to unpaid." You answered "Honestly, the maternity leave in this country sucks. My cousin in the UK gets six months fully paid."

"Do you have any vacation to take?" He asked and you nodded.

"A little but the team need me back apparently." You said with a sigh "I hate to leave her but what else can I do. You won't be back at work a while so someone needs to pay the bills." You said with a chuckle and his brow furrowed.

He hated how you'd been left to fend for yourself for so long. Going through pregnancy and him being sick with no support from friends or it seems, work.

"Have my parent been by?" He asked and your face dropped at his question "What?"

"There's um... There's something you should know." You started, perching on the chair opposite his "You were really sick Marcus. So much so that your parents were called, because I had no legal right to make any decisions for you." You started and his brows pulled together even more.

"Decisions?"

"You were so sick that they advised us to turn off life support." You confessed and he sucked in a shocked breath "With your body shutting down and you needing a kidney, it was looking unlikely that you were going to pull through. You're such a rare blood type that it's a small miracle you got a kidney."

"Okay." He replied, a little concerned about what you were going to say next.

"Your parents refused to make that call. Refused to come out and see you for worry the doctors would force them to turn the machines off and I get it to an extent." You continued, letting out a choked sob "I couldn't have made that decision. I mean, I was pregnant with Bella and I wanted too badly for you to get better so we could be a family. I guess your parents made the right call." You chuckled and he sighed.

"I'm sorry you've had to go through this alone."

"I wasn't completely alone." You confessed and he gave you a bemused look "I met Theresa." You stated and his brows shot up "She was in town a little after you got sick. Came by the office to see you and well, after we literally crashed into each other, I brought her to see you and we kept in contact."

"Right." He replied, a little shocked by your revelation.

"She's been a really great help. Being there when I needed someone to talk to mainly but that's all I really needed." You said with a shrug and he nodded.

"I'm glad you weren't completely alone in all of this." He said after a few tense moments of silence and you smiled at him sweetly "We're going to need to figure out what to do with Bella when I do go back to work." He said, changing the subject and you nodded.

"Well, I did start looking into some nannies but they're pretty pricey."

"I don't want you to worry about that." He stated and you nodded "We'll start looking at some this weekend and maybe interview a few when I'm feeling a little stronger?"

"You're pretty amazing Marcus Pike, you know that?" You said softly and he blushed at your words "I couldn't have wished to have had a surprise miracle baby with anyone better."

"I'm glad you think so." He replied with a wink and you chuckled "You're pretty amazing yourself."

"I'm not-"

"Yes, you are." He interrupted "You sat by my side every day whilst pregnant and alone." He continued, taking your hand "You delivered our daughter into this world all on your own and I couldn't be prouder."

You gave him a shy smile, eyes drifting to the small screen that showed your daughter sleeping soundly in her cot. His hand squeezing yours pulled your attention back to him and his smile.

"I'm on the mend now... so I am going to make the most of life now." He said firmly and you nodded, a few tears shaking free "Nothing's going to get in our way now."

If only.

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[iadoreneteyam]

The new hot couple

 (um.. this takes place circa 96-99 cuz why not.) 

   The bitter aroma of coffee hit my nose when I walked into the bookstore. The little café at the front often took over the store, people rarely came for books anymore. I prepared for my long shift, the line way already ridiculously long. So long, if fact, I couldn’t see how anyone could bear to stand in it. My co-worker, Andrew, was beginning to become restless with annoyed customers lined up in front of him.

“Look who showed up.” Andrew spoke to me whilst I entered the door labeled staff only in a dying thick black sharpie scribbled on the door. I took my pink apron off the hook and replaced it with my coat.  I walked out the door tying my apron. The cheap plastic name tag my manager had given me my first day practically falling off. Andrew turned to me wiping his hands on his ugly orange colored apron.

He shook flour from his fluffy brown hair. Andrew made pastries for the displays, but he occasionally held down my shift if I was late or I missed a day which he hated doing. He also hated my shift because he had to control the T.V. Our café had a small T.V that sat in a corner of the shop on top of a rolling stand with various V.H.S tapes sitting in a box next to it. It was a miracle no one tried to steal any yet.

“Thought you ditched me, Y/n.” The first thing Andrew did was hand me the T.V remote. I paused the current show that played on the T.V it was some kids cartoon found at the bottom of the box. Our manager probably found it discounted at the film store across the street. “I really can’t believe you think I would ditch my best friend.” I faked a frown and dragged my pointer finger down my cheek to imitate a tear. I gently pushed on the eject button on the T.V, the V.H.S came spitting out.

I quickly replaced the cartoon with a better suited movie in my hand. The side of the V.H.S labeled ‘SCREAM’ was popped into the slot. I walked back to the counter and began to take orders. No matter how many orders I took it seemed the line never got shorter, it was almost never-ending. “We need some more muffins up in the front!” I yelled to Andrew. Pastries never sold out as quickly as the coffee, well since coffee is our main selling point it would be obvious, but our coffee was practically below average.

It’s not like were the only café around. You can find three other ones just six stores down from here. So why did everyone decide to come here? The distinct sound or clapping and cheering from the civilians outside and the customers that crowded the shop filled my ears. Oh. Right. Our friendly neighborhood hero, champion, our man of the hour, Spiderman. The shop had the clearest view of the hero after a tragedy. He would always land in the middle of the main street which is exactly where the shop stood.

Some just wanting to be in the presence of the red and blue suited hero others hoping to catch him in a moment of weakness, just a slight falter in his cocky exterior would make headlines. Not that he wasn’t already, finding out who the mystery man was seemed to be the hit topic of everyone’s conversations, even mine. The skintight suited hero strolled in the shop.

“Can I get a black coffee, one of your like mini cake thingies, please?” His words all streamed together in one long continuous sentence. He didn’t think twice about taking a breath in between which he paid the price soon after when his breath started to stager. “Sure thing!” The simple fact that a hero would simply walk in like it was his everyday routine was shocking, but then again maybe it was. He could be a regular at the shop and no one would even know.

“What flavor?” I questioned the hero. Our mini cakes weren’t limited by any means, especially when it came to flavor. Our display was full of flavors, each of them being organized by the artificial color of the frosting. From red to purple. Spiderman began to tap his chin as if he was in deep thought. The gesture made me chuckle at his joking manner. “I don’t know. What’s your favorite?” He placed his elbow on the display, taking his hand and resting it under his chin.

He looked at me waiting for my answer. In all honesty, I didn’t indulge in the sugary treats the bakery had to offer very often but when you did you couldn’t deny how good they tasted. “My favorite is our triple chocolate mini cake.” I bent down to the clear glass of the display and slid the case open. I carefully took out the cake from its place and placed it on the counter.

I made my way to the other side behind the counter grabbing the pink box from the neatly put together stack. While I was near the coffee machine I decided to put on his coffee as well. I went back to the counter to box up his cake. The hero analyzed the design and decorations displayed on the cake. They were red and blue with mini spiderwebs on the cake and a long spiderweb trimming the bottom. “You dig it?” You began to place his cake in the pink box.

“Do you paint me as that egotistical?” He placed his hand over his heart in a joking manner. A flash strained your eyes. You looked over at the store window, paparazzi. Another flash strained your eyes, they had probably been there since the hero landed. Why hadn’t noticed them before?

“Looks like were going to be on the news as the new hottest couple-“He squinted at my name tag. “Y/n” I decided to make his job slightly easier knowing, or rather assuming, the difficulty of trying to see through the tiny holes in his mask made for sight and ventilation. It was quite fascinating getting to see our ‘neighborhood’ hero up close, getting to notice all the little details someone put into making his suit. The way the spider on his chest slightly glistened from the sun.

“You ever thought about putting it on the back?” I said ignoring his couple joke. Even with his mask I could see his interest quirked through his movements. “Your spider.” I made what I was talking about clearer by pointing at his chest before I turned to grab his coffee. Which would have been done long ago if the boss would break down and get us a new one. I mean, we use the thing like 100 times a day, including the fact we only have one just makes the whole thing obscene.

“I’d think it would sick, y’know.” In all truthfulness, it would look really really cool. “Well I’d be happy to take advice from a pretty lady like you.” He grabbed his coffee and his cake box and began to head for the door. The paparazzi going absolutely insane outside the café window and the customers inside taking their fair share of pics as well. “Spidey!” I called out for him as soon as his hand hit the door handle.

“You gonna pay for that?” I held my hand out and made a ‘gimme’ motion. “Oh, Right.”  He laid his money on the counter and headed for the door again. This time I let him leave, I watched him attach his web to the next building before speaking with the paparazzi. “Ok, ok Sorry to say but I gotta head out, but lucky for you I’ll be here same time tomorrow!” He swung his way to the top of the building over. “And those pictures better be of my good side!” He swung from one building to the next after that. 

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[marauderundercover]

The Strings that Bind Us: Ch. 7

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Marinette’s hands shake as she prepares the dough for the croissants for the next day. Alfred and Dick had insisted she go do something other than look for Jason for a couple hours. The only reason she’d agreed was so that Alfred wouldn’t give her calming tea. She knew he was only trying to help, but she wasn’t ready to sleep. She didn’t want to until she knew that Jay was okay.

But she was also exhausted. Had been since the day the Miracle Box appeared in front of her. Of course the nightmares that had finally stopped their constant haunting had returned with a vengeance. And now, with Bruce out of the country and Jason missing, she was officially avoiding sleep. Because she was certain that if she slept, she’d have worse nightmares. Instead of seeing Paris burning and the bodies of her family and Chat Noir, she’d see Bruce and Jason, bloody and broken. She wasn’t sure if she could handle those images.

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“I’m sorry, what?” Marinette can’t tell if her anger or relief is more present. 

“Jason is with me.” Bruce repeats and she scoffs. 

“Okay, but how the hell did a thirteen year old boy get to Lebanon by himself?” She asks, the worry from the last thirty six hours melting away to confusion. Seriously, how the hell had Jason managed to get to a completely different country? By himself? 

“I’m not sure, but he was looking for his birth mother.” Bruce says and she pinches the bridge of her nose. 

“Just- please, don’t let him out of your sight. Especially with the Joker on the loose over there.” She begs, sighing in relief as Bruce agrees. 

“Hey, we’ll see you soon. I’m getting closer to Joker and once I have him, I’m going to help Jason find his mother. And then we’ll be home.” He says, his voice soft. 

“Can’t wait.” She breathes, careful to not let him hear the worry in her voice. She had a bad feeling, worse than when Bruce had first told her that he was going to Lebanon. She was worried. And, selfishly, she just wanted them back in Gotham. 

“We’ll call later, okay?” Bruce asks. 

“Yeah. Bye.” She says, hanging up and staring at her phone. She didn’t understand why she was so worried, why it felt like everything was going to fall apart around her. Finally feeling the tiredness catch up to her, she turns the overhead light off and flips on a lamp. The dark had never bothered her before, but she was still certain she’d have nightmares tonight and she was worried that they would star Jason and Bruce. She’d rather avoid that, if possible. After all, they had each other now, they would be okay. They’d come home to her safely. 

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“Welcome to La Petite Tasse, what can I get for you?” Marinette asks, smiling widely at the new customer despite the exhaustion that had settled into her bones. She’d tried to call Bruce and Jason earlier, but they hadn’t answered. Which was fine, it was fine. 

“Could I get a blueberry muffin, an Americano, and your number?” The man asks, leaning forward on the counter with a smirk. Marinette’s eye twitches as she tries to stay civil. This was fine. Everything is fine. 

“Blueberry and an Americano, got it.” She repeats, turning just as the bell rings above the door. 

“Don’t forget your number, sweetheart.” The man says. Marinette grits her teeth, but ignores him as she makes his coffee and packs his muffin in a bag.

“That’ll be 3.87.” She says, customer service smile on full force as she hands the man his order. She glances behind him and relaxes slightly when she notices Dick. Not that she couldn’t take the man by herself, but she really didn’t want to give some creep another reason to come back to her shop. The man passes her the money and manages to grab her hand as he does, his touch making her skin crawl. 

“And the number?” He whispers. She opens her mouth to finally snap at him, when he’s tugged away from her roughly. 

“Leave her alone, man.” Dick says, glaring at him. 

“What the hell do you think you’re doing, punk?” The man growls as Dick shoves him away. 

“I think I’m making you leave her alone. Now get out of here.” Dick orders. The man turns to Marinette. 

“Are you really gonna sit there and let him do this?” He asks and she purses her lips. 

“If he didn’t, Monsieur, I would have.” She says, smirking as the man grumbles under his breath and leaves, his money still clutched tightly in his hand. 

“Hey-” Dick starts, but Marinette stops him. 

“Leave it, it’s fine.” She says, her face twisting in confusion. “What are you doing here? I don’t think you’ve ever come in before.”

“They’ve crossed out one name. They were on their way to interrogate a second when I called.” He says and she sighs. They were okay. They were fine. 

“Did they say how many people they had on their list of possibilities?” She asks. 

“Three.” Dick says and she frowns.

“So few? What’s Jay gonna do if none of them are her?” She asks, worried. Dick shrugs. 

“My guess is B will drag him back out here and they’ll start from scratch together. But, honestly, M, I have no idea what Jay’s gonna do. He was so...determined to find her.” Dick sighs, shoving his hair out of his face. 

“Well, you want some breakfast, kiddo?” She asks, turning and starting to make a hot chocolate- the kid might be 18, but she knew he had a crazy sweet tooth and wasn’t fond of bitter drinks. 

“I’m not a kid, M.” He says with a huff. She just laughs. 

“Whatever you say.” She says, grinning as she passes him a chocolate chip muffin and hot chocolate. He stares at her for a minute before sighing and taking it, immediately shoving half of the muffin into his mouth. 

“Thank you.” He mumbles through the muffin. She just rolls her eyes fondly, moving to add more cookies to the display case, the anxieties from earlier lessening with the familiar presence nearby. Things would be okay. 

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The shrill ringing of her phone wakes Marinette up from her first dreamless sleep since Bruce left. Groaning, she reaches over and picks up the phone, pressing the button to answer it as she pulls it up to her ear. 

“Hello?” She says groggily. 

“Hey love, did I wake you?” Bruce’s voice, soft and familiar, says. She immediately sits up, rubbing the sleep out of her eyes. 

“No, no of course not. What’s up? Is everything okay?” She asks, blinking furiously as she tries to wake up completely. 

“Everything’s fine Mari. Jason and I are headed to Ethiopia to check out another lead.” Bruce says and she nods. 

“Oh? Okay. How-” She pauses, frowning. “How’s Jason doing?” She asks. There’s silence on the other end. 

“He’s Jason. He has a mission in mind and he’s determined to see it through.” He says. 

“Do you know if he’s still mad at me?” She asks, wincing at how hollow her voice sounds. 

“I’m sure he’s not mad anymore, M. He was upset that night and then everything else happened…” He trails off. “Do you want me to wake him up so you can talk to him?”

“No, let him sleep. I can talk to him tomorrow.” She says, the tiredness falling away the longer she talks to her boyfriend. “I miss you.” She adds with a sigh. 

“I miss you too. I’m bringing Jason home after Ethiopia, and I’ll be able to stay for a few days. Joker’s gone under the radar and I’m no closer to finding him now than I was four days ago.” He says, his voice tired. 

“I’ll see you then, I guess.” Marinette says, hoping the two’s trip to Ethiopia would go quickly. She missed her little, dysfunctional family. Even if Jason was currently mad at her and Bruce (and the world in general) she still cared about him. Still loved him, still thought of him as her son. And she’d be damned if she didn’t wrap that boy in a huge hug the second she saw him again. 

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[timextoxhajima]

The Boyz as things and feelings (just cause)

this is a small thing @haechanhues​ needed help with so i decided to make it an actual post uwu [this is gonna be pretty long cause i might write little scenarios]

[THE BOYZ AS THINGS AND FEELINGS]

SANGYEON - MIRRORS AND PILLOWS

mirrors make a place look bigger than it really is - i feel like sangyeon has that ability to make you feel like you’re more important on your worst days

the things he’ll do just to make sure you’re alright, even when he knows you’re not

he also has the ability to reflect what you need: sad? he’ll come and hug you and let you cry or talk about your shitty day. happy? he’ll joke about the way you snort while laughing then he’d probably do something dumb to keep the energy up there

mirrors also feel very private and at-home, and that exactly how i feel he curates an environment

pillows are self-explanatory ig, smth to cry into, smth to fall asleep with while hugging, has the best homely scents ever, very comfortable

i imagine going home after a long day and finding your partner also tired, but he’s cooking or like in the couch watching tv and he just invites you into his arms uwu

“tell me about everything! whatever that makes you happy or sad and i’ll try my best to be who you need at that point of time!”

JACOB - FLOWERS AND MUSIC

ok like jacob with a guitar is just a stellar sight to behold, he looks like he was born to hold one, and his vocals are super underrated imo, most of tbz’s discography doesnt really suit his voice - i really wish he had a chance to have more lines in more ballads or maybe even a solo thing

he would drag you out to go on walks after he knows you’ve buried yourself in your work the whole day, and he’d be the kind to stop at a pretty flower and contemplate plucking it but he wouldn’t cause he’s a fairy and wouldn’t hurt a fly, much less a pretty flower

would probably play a piece in the background while you’re stressed w work and hum a tune so the singing wouldn’t distract you

would stop when he notices you stopped working and your sad ass is probably crying lmao

he’s a very soft and gentle man imo

he’s the innocent daisy amidst other bright colored, flamboyant flowers but he still stands out

“i’ll grow you a rose bush in the yard so i don’t have to be sad about plucking flowers next time.”

YOUNGHOON - WINTER COATS AND COFFEE AND PASTRIES

he definitely radiates tsundere vibes on first sight, but when you get to know him, he’s obviously the opposite: a crybaby

but that doesn’t mean he doesn’t keep up his model-like appearances when he’s outside - in fact, he’d be the one to influence you into caring more about how you look (of course not materialistically, but more into actually caring about making yourself feel good with your fashion and appearance)

i chose winter coats as a symbol of coverage - he doesn’t show much of himself unless he’s close to you (like when you wear winter coats to keep warm, he’s a burrito because he doesn’t bother too much about sharing his feelings), but when he does, it feels like he has the ability to keep you warm and comfortable, even on the coldest days, even if his inner savage comes out

it’ll be like he scooped you into his coat and has you warm in one of this inner breast pockets

i see him as the kind to get regular coffee and like, a tart or something, at a cafe. it adds on to the warmth, when he remembers what you like. the details. maybe you like your coffee with cinnamon or less sugar or something, but then he tops it up with a muffin and he knows you like it heated up so he specifically asks for them to do so

ok but he’s defo the kind of guy that catches people’s attention at public spaces so every now and then when he’s laughing or smiling, some girl would gawk at him and he would be embarrassed about it, but lucky for you, you’re already wearing matching coats so they know the man’s taken uwu

“if only they knew how long it took to convince you to wear that coat.”

HYUNJAE - CONCERTS AND CONVENIENCE STORE DATES

classy but calm. dream-like but realistic. 

i say concerts as in the instrumental, ballad kinds. he loves it and he knows you probably need the sleep where you have that kind of background white noise/music that provides you the best quality of sleep there is. but when you’re not dosing off, he’s admiring how much time you’re willing to invest into being at something he loves

of course, in turn, he doesn’t complain much when you’re hungry and you meet him down the street at the nearest convenience store for some instant noodles and potato chips with a coke and he lets you ramble about your day 

he would probably buy you an ice cream just so you’d feel better, then regret it when you get a stomachache later cause it was like 2am in the morning

you probably have like 5 of his hoodies at home that you refuse to wash cause his scent is tainted all over it and the only time he gets to take them home is when he stays over or visits and he sneaks one into his bag when you’re in the kitchen making tea or a bowl of noodles

then you’ll get it back without even knowing it was gone

the kind that would probably surprise you after a day of work with a casual date idea to the movies, and i mean showing up at your place, impromptu, after he knows you’re home with two tickets 

“act like my girlfriend for once and go on a date with me, would you? your work isn’t going to be there with you when you die at 90.”

JUYEON - STARGAZING AND VR GAMES

as dumb and sometimes bimbotic as he seems he is, he’s gotten most of the visible constellations memorised and he would not hesitate from telling you all about his childhood with his family when they would travel and try to spot every single constellation they can remember

which brings me to the point where he remembers what you like, but... backhandedly. he doesn’t remember what you like but he remembers what you hate instead, so you don’t ever have to worry about getting that licorice flavoured jelly bean

he would offer a midnight walk to help you relieve your stress, cause he knows you just like seeing the nightsky amidst the peace and quiet while he rambles on for his own satisfaction. not everything has to be so emotionally attached and shared. you can share blissful moments without being the reason for each other’s and that’s totally fine.

juyeon is kind of a scaredy cat in the sense that he isn’t really into horror movies or games but he’s always had that dream to become a pilot and so for his birthday, you brought him to a vr game arcade where he played some plane simulator and ever since, you’ve been taking turns to surprise each other with a new vr arcade spot or adding on to the vr game console set you have at home

“maybe i should digitalise you so i can see you in the vr game”

KEVIN - KARAOKE SESSIONS AND NEON LIGHTS

the best-friend kind of partner you would come across once in a lifetime

a billion film shots of you after he drags you to the karaoke and he beats you at super intense songs like the bohemian rhapsody just cause he can hit those high notes and solely because he was screaming on the floor when he did it

almost left his film camera behind 

absolutely LOVES those walks along streets where there are a million neon lights

would come across that one sus neon light signs that indicate a sex toy store and he would give you that sly smile and probably joke for you to go in 

kevin has a moon neon light in his room and you have a star or something (whatever you want)

corrects your grammar and pronunciation, only for you two to bicker about it even more when you use google translation and there are different pronunciations depending on where/what accent you’re using

he really is your light in the dark, even if he’s known to be introverted. once he’s comfortable enough with you, he makes you feel like the most important person in the world

has one of those portable speaker microphones at home and he drones on and on and on with some billie eilish song until you hurl a pillow at him

“so you’re the tough girl, like it really rough girl, justcan’tgetenoughofkevingirl, chest always so puffed girl”

CHANHEE - DUETS AND STRAWBERRY PICKING

(i could not find a more candid, softer aesthetic pic for chanhee rip)

his entire wardrobe fits you - the only problem is that he’ll never let you wear it in fear that you’d stain or tear something

shared playlists because that’s how similar your taste in music is, and so sometimes when you have your earpiece in and you’re humming the melody of that song, chanhee picks it up immediately despite not hearing that song, and ends up harmonising with you

got kicked out of the library once or twice because it was exam period and the two of you won’t shut up

ironically doesn’t sing that much if you’re not around

chanhee is a true blue introvert - which is a miracle that you’ve managed to tear through that barrier of his and find out that he giggles at every stupid thing you do: he’s having a bad day? trip over the pavement. he’ll laugh. it works

dragging him out to go strawberry picking was so difficult - but of course chanhee isn’t safe from how beautiful and enticing the fresh fruits were.

didn’t touch anything strawberry flavoured OR any strawberries for the next month or so

his straightforwardness comes with the breakdown of his barrier - but that’s what brings you comfort. he will never lie, he will only be sarcastic and even then, you’d know it’s true

i used duets as a symbol of harmony and being in-sync, though never really exactly the same, and that’s how it is with chanhee. your thoughts are very similar even though he’s much more introverted than you, but that’s what binds you 

“i’m gonna tell the librarian i don’t know you if we get kicked out again.”

CHANGMIN - CITY TOURS AND MATCHING OUTFITS

city tours - the kind that you already know inside out and yet you STILL travel the area as if you were a tourist 

that’s exactly how it is with changmin: you know him inside out, after being friends for so long, but it never gets old

you’re used to him biting your hand out of nowhere and yet it startles you all the time. that stupid chucky doll in his living room? old, but it never fails to scare you

he doesn’t ever talk about it that much, but he loves it when you co-ordinate outfits

no, it doesn’t mean you wear couple tees, but it’s aesthetically pleasing to changmin that if he wears cool tones, you would too

he’d be reserved about his thoughts and feelings sometimes but that doesn’t mean he doesn’t think or feel them

there’s a strange sense of familiarity with changmin, because you kind of know what to expect but then you’re never disappointed, you know?

“i got you this white pigeon cause it looks like the one i already got... you can give it back to me if you don’t like it though-” /he takes it before you can accept it/

HAKNYEON - STAND UP COMEDY SHOWS AND RUNNING ALONG THE BEACH

there’s something about ju that makes it very casual and easy-going

he hates horror genred themes so fuck that, he would queue online just for the latest ali wong comedy show, even if it’s an online show, and he would laugh until he cried

sometimes he’s a drama queen but that makes it alot easier for you to know what he’s thinking or feeling - it makes communication alot easier

that means a lack of arguments

he’s also very empathetic but straightforward, exactly like how comedy shows are - because they are relatable, they are funny because they bring out the irony and sarcasm and all the dumb things in life that people are sometimes afraid of talking about and hak just says whatever he wants to say, even if he knows it might be hurtful or upsetting

he prioritises truth and honesty over anything else

it makes you a better person, honestly

beach walks - very calming, very liberating. he lets you yell and scream and kick sand back into the water because you can, and he does it with you

tries to teach you how to skip rocks but you suck and you can’t so he just pulls you away from the pile of rocks you amassed

“flick your wrist like that, not like you’re meowing!”

SUNWOO - SOCCER FRIENDLIES AND STUDIO SESSIONS

he will NOT go easy on you in a friendly match: you might be one of the fastest players of the female team but he’s ruthless in his ball-stealing, so even if you were fast enough to keep the ball out of his reach, he’d still be able to snatch it right out between your feet

very, very competitive and does not like to lose

you would always play the ‘ladies first’ card but then he’d throw the ‘feminism’ card back at you 

sometimes you act more like siblings than anything else 

the only time when he isn’t fuming with competition is if you’re injured because he accidentally tackled you - he’ll gracefully give himself a yellow card before absolutely trashing you in the next match

has one foot into the production game recently - likes to play with the beat board and mixing tunes, and since you’ve had your hand in doing music remixes for a deejay job before, you’re there to identify which songs have the same bass line or beat counts for easier mixing

would make you a playlist of remixes but wouldn’t admit that he spent a whole day in the studio without you just so it would be a surprise

a soft boy stuck in the wraps of an egoistic man

“a day? please. i illegally downloaded half these remixes off the internet cause i’d think you’re too internet-dumb to find them.”

ERIC - BAKING AND SKATEBOARDING

full of impromptu, casual ideas to hang out 

baking is a fucking mess - why did he suggest it when he doesn’t even have the right ingredients?

wanted to replace eggs with water - like ok thats supposedly healthier, but why????????????

he likes cleaning so that was the only fucking bonus in baking - had to call his mom for help halfway through because the cookies looked more like goop than playdough

gave up in the end and he repaid his debt by helping clean your kitchen

tried to teach you how to skateboard, but he ended up falling off his own in the process and now he’s got a grazed knee 

the kind of person you’d have so much chaotic fun with, he’s that friend your mom told you to NOT hang out with that much if not you’d get run down by a car 

has the most fucking random pieces of clothing in his wardrobe, like where did he even get that pink coat from?

“no you have to do this and like lift up your leg and then kinda rest your weight on it before flicking your ankle and like- whOA- OH OW OHNO OHOHOH OW”

#the boyz #the boyz imagines #the boyz headcanons #tbz #tbz imagines #tbz headcanons #tbz scenarios #the boyz scenarios #sangyeon #jacob #younghoon #hyunjae #juyeon #kevin #changmin #chanhee #q #new #ju haknyeon #sunwoo #eric

[gold-onthe-inside]

A thought! Spencer introduces Piper to the book club. They are invested in these pining fools.

*cracks knuckles* i’ve been saving this ask for after my last final today

spencer’s part of the book club pre-2006 and piper lives not far from his neighbourhood in my series and they’re both drawn to the same antique bookstore because the feeling of second or third edition leather bound books is just different. she’s basically a regular at this place, drops by every week after a case, it’s a miracle they haven’t bumped into each other by the time this lovely sassy elderly lady invites her to the club (i’m gonna call her enid).

she and enid always have a chat when and piper’s started to bring enid a cookie and a cup of tea whenever she comes by to buy a book or two. they start recommending books to each other and enid notices the similarities between piper’s taste and spencer’s. it’s that same love of old literature and poetry anthologies and weirdly specific history which enid doesn’t necessarily enjoy but she tells piper to come along to their weekly book club.

their book of the week is a jules verne novel which spencer doesn’t notice her devouring over their week-long case. spencer’s late to the book club meeting because the idiot overestimated how fast he could walk and so he shows up tired and out of breath and enid hands him a cup of tea ‘courtesy of piper, lovely young lady, you should meet her’. she looks soft and lovely with her hair in a wispy bun, a tucked collared shirt and a long skirt. she catches his eye and it’s giving deer in headlights. he isn’t wearing a tie or anything professional, just a green knitted sweater with ducks on it and his hair is all mussed up from rushing. he smells like rain and grass and despite the clear and obvious fact that they’re both in love with each other, they bicker like an old married couple over the book.

enid and the book club girls keep giving them romance books hoping that they’ll get the goddamn message but they’re such idiots. they change the seating chart to put the two of them together, send them on coffee or tea or snack runs together and still nothing. they still bicker over nothing; whether they should get muffins or cookies, coffee or tea, whether the villain was justified or not. they go through four years of this shit until finally one day they’re caught holding hands as they leave and the ladies of the book club lose their minds

#asked and answered #criminal minds #spencer reid #dr piper bishop #bau x oc #rucha’s rambles #oc: dr piper bishop

[trenchcoatimpala]

Happy Birthday Dean!

In honor of Dean’s 42nd birthday, I’ve written a little something. In this world, Dean never died and Cas was saved from the empty. 

wc:1.1k

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Dean rolled over with a yawn, arms reaching for the warmth of the body that should be beside him, but an empty bed greeted his efforts. He opened his eyes slowly and glanced toward the bottom of the bed, where Miracle still lay curled up, he raised his head when Dean shifted and Dean leaned forward to scratch him behind the ears. 

“Come on, boy. You hungry for some breakfast?” 

Miracle leaped from the bed at that, and Dean chuckled as he moved over to the dog food. With Miracle fed, Dean wrapped himself up in his robe and headed out of the room, wandering towards the kitchen. 

The smell of bacon drew him in and he could hear muffled voices carrying down the hall. He shuffled into the kitchen, only to stop in the doorway. 

“Good morning, Dean,” Cas said as he came up to give Dean a quick kiss.

“Morning,” Dean replied, his eyes were still fixed on the assortment of food that lay on the counter. There were pancakes, waffles, eggs, muffins, two plates of bacon, and something that was possibly a quiche. “What’s all this for?” he asked. 

“Dude,” Sam chuckled as he moved out from behind the counter. “Did you seriously forget your own birthday?” 

Birthday?  

“Is it really?” He glanced at his watch to see that the date was indeed, the 24th of January. “Huh.” 

Sam rolled his eyes. “Well, birthday boy, come and eat.” 

Dean looked over the food, not sure where to start. He decided to have a little bit of everything and Sam and Cas joined him at the table, Cas placing a mug of coffee down in front of Dean with a soft smile. 

“Thanks, Cas,” Dean grinned.  

Breakfast was delicious, the pancakes were fluffy, the bacon was perfectly crispy, and he was comfortably full by the time they moved to clean up. 

“Come with me,” Cas said softly in his ear as Sam turned on the sink to start washing dishes. 

Dean followed Cas out of the kitchen and back into their room. The door shut with a click and then Cas pulled Dean in for a kiss. Dean hummed against his lips and when Cas pulled away, Dean chased after him, but Cas put a hand on his shoulder to stop him. 

“I just wanted to give you your present, away from Sam’s prying eyes,” Cas said. 

Dean raised an eyebrow. “Oh?” 

Cas chuckled and shook his head. “There’ll be time for that later, but what I got you, is a dinner date for two at a restaurant of your choosing.” Cas pulled a gift card from his coat pocket and handed it to Dean. 

“Thanks, Cas,” he said, his heart filled with love for the man in front of him and he couldn’t resist pulling Cas back in for another kiss. 

“We’ve got other presents in the library,” Cas murmured against Dean’s lips. 

“Those can wait. You’re the best present I could ask for, Cas. Having you back, it’s all I could want.” 

Dean buried himself in Cas’s arms, nosing at his neck and leaving soft kisses there. Cas let Dean kiss him anywhere and everywhere, and when they finally managed to get off each other, Sam had definitely had enough time to clear the dishes. 

Dean headed towards the library, his fingers linked with Cas’s, and when they arrived, Dean’s jaw nearly dropped. The room was filled with people. 

Eileen, Jody, Donna, the girls. Garth, Bess, and their kids. Bobby, Charlie, everyone from apocalypse world; it was overwhelming. 

“Happy birthday!” they shouted as Dean entered. 

Dean glanced at Cas, tears in his eyes. “You and Sam did all this?” 

Cas nodded, tears of his own falling from the pools of his eyes. “Yes.” 

“Thank you.” He pulled Cas into a hug and then allowed himself to be guided into a seat and handed a beer. 

The day went by filled with games and laughter. Everyone brought something for Dean. Cas gave him Scooby Doo socks, which Dean laughed at but was secretly pleased with. “Thanks, babe,” he said as he kissed him. 

Sam got him a new record player while Eileen supplied the Zeppelin vinyl to go on it. Donna got him a new shotgun. Claire, Alex, and Patience had all pitched in to buy him a fancy silver knife that had protective symbols carved into the handle. Jody got him multiple new flannels and a new FBI badge that looked far more official than the ones they’d been running around with for over a decade. Bobby got him a pair of boots and Charlie got him DVD’s for Game of Thrones as well as all the Lord of the Rings movies. Garth got Dean spark plugs, which caused Dean to burst out laughing. 

“Just in case your car fails on you again,” he said. 

“Thanks, Garth.” With gifts done, Dean leaned back in his chair and reached for Cas’s hand. “Thank you guys for all the gifts, they’re all really wonderful.” 

“The day isn’t over yet,” Sam said as he entered the room carrying a pie with two candles sticking out of it, reading the number 42. 

When everyone started to sing Happy Birthday to you, Dean sank into his seat in embarrassment. What the hell were you supposed to do when you were sung at anyway? When the singing stopped, Dean blew out the candles and everyone cheered. 

Sam cut him a big slice of pie and Dean saw that it was cherry, his favorite. “Thanks, Sam,” he said as his brother set the plate in front of him. “I hope you guys don’t expect me to share!” he shouted out to the room. 

“We wouldn’t dream of it,” Jody replied. 

“I’ve got a big cake in the kitchen for everyone else,” Sam said as he clapped Dean on the back. 

Dean grinned over his pie and glanced over at Cas, who was watching him fondly. Dean couldn’t believe how lucky he was, to be surrounded by so many people who cared about him, and loved him. He never thought it possible. 

“Have you thought about where you want to go for dinner?” Cas asked. 

“Somewhere with burgers,” Dean replied over a mouthful of pie. 

“Of course,” Cas chuckled softly. 

Dean swallowed his pie and then gave Cas his full attention. “I love you.” 

“I love you too,” Cas replied. 

Dean kissed him slowly, letting their tongues dance around each other and when they pulled apart, and Dean returned to his pie, he held up his fork and offered it to Cas. 

“I thought you didn’t share your pie,” Cas said with an amused smile.

“You’re the only exception,” Dean replied. 

Cas beamed at him and opened his mouth, allowing Dean to feed him. Dean didn’t care that they were being disgustingly cute, he was too happy to care, he had everything he could possibly want. It was the best birthday he’d had in well… ever, and he hoped the day would never end.         

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Of Muffins, Coffee and Other Miracles - Pt.2

Of Coffee, Brownies and-- Frack

Pairing: Matt Murdock x reader        Word count: 2210

Type: Two-shot, reader insert

Warnings: swearing, tons of fluff and cheeky/cute Daredevil/Matt

Summary: You’re a secretary at Landman and Zack, having an office on the same floor as the interns. You notice one of them (which you might and might not have a crush on) seems down lately, so you decide to cheer him up the only way you can come up with. You bake muffins; right after your life is saved by a cheeky vigilante.  

Part 1

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“Wild night out?” a male voice made you snap from your dozing and you straightened in your chair with a startle.

Oh shit. Oh fuck, you were so fired.

You look up to the man who addressed you, relieved it was only Foggy – one of the interns. He wouldn’t report you, right?

“Uhm… not sure I would call it wild, but… strange for sure.” Not every night you get to be kissed by a vigilante, even if only on your temple.

“It wasn’t drugs, right? Because drugs are bad,” he whispered, looking around for anyone who could hear. You smiled at him tiredly.

“I know. Not… that kind of strange. What can I do for you… Foggy, right?”

“Yes!” he confirmed cheerfully, until his smile fell. “I’m sorry, I don’t think we were introduced. You’re…” he eyed the name on your desk, repeating it dutifully.

“That’s me,” you confirmed with a nod. “What can I do for you?”

“Oh! Right. My friend, Matt, he’s interning with me here, I’m sure you saw him around. He’s… well, blind.” Oh, I did see him around. “Usually, he gets the copies of the files in braille, but today… whoever is the good soul doing it for him forgot or something and… I have no idea where to find a braille printer here and you seem to know your way around…? And you also look like you’re not gonna fire me for asking.”

You found yourself smiling in the presence of the cheerful man. “Only if you promise not to tell anyone that I was basically sleeping.”

“Deal.”

“Thanks. You have the file? I can print it. Honestly, anyone who knows where to find that printer or how to use it wouldn’t have the authority to fire you. Just send it to me and I’ll drop it in your… your…” you stuttered, unsure how to finish that sentence.

“You can say it. It’s a closet.”

“It is, isn’t it? But which one?” you played dumb, because… reasons. You shouldn’t have known where they were, you didn’t need it. Why would you? Yeah, I’m sooo subtle…

“Oh, the one down the hall.”

“Okay. Just e-mail me the file number and I’ll deliver.”

“Really? You’re amazing.”

“I wouldn’t go that far,” you laughed nervously. Amazing. You didn’t think – scratch that, you were sure your boss never called you that, and you were saving his life on daily basis; he wouldn’t even sign a paper unless you handed him the pen.

“See, that’s where you’re wrong…” Foggy pronounced, pointing at you. Then he seemed to realize something. “You said not many people know where to find that printer?”

You shrugged. “Not really, I guess. It’s on the fourth floor, but it’s next to impossible to go there unnoticed by people guarding printers and they are bitch to talk to, so if you ever need anything just tell me, I’ll do it for you. I’m sure your life is enough depressing in that… cubicle.”

“Hm… okay, thanks a lot!” He spun on his heels, walking out.

Weird.

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Dropping off the files in the right closet, you were confronted with…  your crush. You might have not realized it before, but… yeah. You were confronted by Matt Murdock himself and you were suddenly very sure you had a crush on this man. Crap.

The thing was… he was his typical self, which meant… really charming. He stood up from his desk when thanking you, learning your name, shaking your hand. He gave you one of the nicest smile you had ever seen, his grip firm, but gentle; you just stuttered when saying ‘nice to meet you’, stumbling out as quickly as possible, shaking your head over your own inability to communicate like a normal person.

One thing you noticed about Matt that day though was that he had a rather angrily looking gash next to his right eyebrow – whether he ran into a door or something else happened, you didn’t know. But you were glad you had baked the previous night, secretly leaving your backup lunch to ease the blind’s man pain.

You were stuck hungry because of that; you couldn’t make yourself regret it.

You were a hopeless case.

And a liar on top of that, because you had said it wasn’t ‘like that’ just few nights before. Perfect.

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It was raining that night, so you didn’t leave a snack for the vigilante who apparently kissed crime victim’s temples. Maybe the next night.

Or never, because he would avoid you forever, realizing that you were as far from his Lois Lane as you could be. Which was probably a good thing.

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You looked up from the screen at the sound of someone knocking. It was unusual – the door was always open, so people normally just waltzed in.

Matt freaking Murdock was standing in that open door, holding his walking cane and a cup holder in one hand, his other hand on the glassy door. You blinked in surprise at the sight. And god, he was such a sight for your sore eyes…

“Anyone in?” he asked carefully and you fought the urge to face-palm. He couldn’t see you watching him – which might be a good thing, considering you were shamelessly staring.

“Yes! Hi, Matt. What can I do for you? Someone forgot to print case files again?” you wondered when you gathered yourself.

He smiled, turning your direction, walking towards your desk.

“Uhm, no. No, I came to… say thank you.”

Did you hit your head in the shower this morning?

“Uhm. You’re welcome, it really wasn’t a big deal.“ You mentally praised yourself for so many coherent sentences. His smile only grew wider.

“Here. Uhm, I was told you were a bit tired yesterday, so I figured you might appreciate a coffee. One’s black with sugar, which should have ‘B’ on the cup, and the other one is vanilla latté with ‘V’. I had no idea which you might like.” He held out the holder for you to choose.

You had definitely hit your head. What the hell? Or rather… what the heaven?

“I… you really didn’t have to do that, Matt. That’s… thank you, but… it was just a file. Anyone would do that.”

You found the V cup, taking it hesitantly as if it could explode in your hand.

“Well, for one, that’s not true, especially here, and… it’s not just for the file,” he offered with a cute smile.

It wasn’t the smile that sent your heart racing. Well, it was, but also the thing he was implying— did he somehow figure out you were his… secret muffin-maker? Well, shit.

“I’m not sure-“

“People by the printers on the fourth floor are next to impossible to sneak by – that’s your words, not mine. Next to impossible, but not completely. That suggests you know how to do it. I imagine the bosses wouldn’t be happy finding out you’re using the printer to write notes for miserable blind interns, so sneaking under radar it is.”

You pressed your lips together, squeezing your eyes shut, cursing mentally. And out loud. “Frack.”  

“So, you know. Thank you. The muffins were delicious. They did make my day much better,” Matt assured you and an unfairly warm feeling spread in your chest. Maybe it wasn’t such a disaster he found out.

“There’s no way I’m finding a way to prove you wrong, is there?” you sighed. “You should reconsider your career choices, you would make a great detective. Glad it worked. I know that muffins can’t fix all the problems of the world, but occasionally, they can save the mood.”

“Not wrong there. I... uhm… the coffee is the best thank you I’m capable of. I hope my debt is paid.”

Well. That made more sense. “You didn’t have to-“

“That came out wrong. I wanted to say thank you, to erase a potential debt, because I was…”

You tilted your head to side, waiting what brilliant end that sentence would have. For once you weren’t the one who apparently didn’t know what to say.

“I was wondering if you would want to go for a coffee sometime? Or a dinner, maybe? Not as a thank you.”

Throw the incapability to speak up back on me, why don’t you. You blinked in utter shock, your knees buckling a little. Come again? “Not… not as thank you. You’re… you’re sure of that?”

“Hundred percent positive.”

You were certain you heard wrong. Which was easily possible given how loud your pulse was in your ears.

“Oh. Uhm… yeah. Okay. Sure. Just… just to be clear, since it’s not a thank you-“

“It’s a date. If you want it to be,” he added quickly, his confidence slightly shaken.

“If I want it to be…” you muttered under your breath incredulously. “Is the sky blue?”

“You tell me, it’s been a while since I’ve seen it last time,” he replied, grinning. He was so not supposed to hear that. Dammit.

“Oh my—… yeah, last time I checked it was still blue.”

“I’ll take that as a yes, then.” He shoved his hand into his pocket, pulling out a phone, holding in out for you. “Would you enter your number in it, please? First name’s enough. I’ll call you.”

You finally set your cup down and took the phone from his hand, still not quite believing this was happening. Your fingers brushed his lightly when doing so, nearly sending you into a cardiac arrest. Jesus.

“Sure. You don’t have a distaste for black coffee right? Because I can totally switch the cups, I haven’t even sipped mine yet,” you mumbled as you were entering your number.

He laughed. “I like black coffee.”

“Noted. And number saved.”

You returned the phone to his extended hand. “Thanks. Dinner or coffee? I would offer a lunch, but the muffins appeared during lunch-breaks, which suggests you’re not leaving the office.”

“Detective, seriously. Dinner?” you asked, unsure.

“Dinner it is.”

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Dinner it was. And an amazing one. Matt picked the restaurant wisely – nice, but not too expensive, because neither of you were exactly rich (not that it mattered, because Matt was a gentleman who wouldn’t let the woman pay for the food, definitely not on the first date) and that way you could have a dessert without remorse; financial one anyway.

Matt saying that your muffins were better after eating a chocolate brownie was just the icing on the cake of how… sweet he was. He was even more wonderful than you had thought, but despite becoming a lawyer and working between the sharks, he was a down-to-earth person. Not playing any… leagues. And you had fun. His sense of humour was refreshing and he was apparently more than capable of smiling and laughing as cheerfully as his friend. He was a freaking sunshine and you found yourself drawn to the warmth and light like to a magnet.

He walked you home, looking almost disappointed that the night was ending, which was a sentiment you shared wholeheartedly.

“If I wasn’t so full, I would invite you upstairs. I have muffins,” you whispered as his hand travelled up your arm, wavering in the crook of your neck and he leaned closer to you.

The corners of his lips rose a little higher at your note and you were honestly regretting he was still wearing his dark red-tinged glasses. You would like to see his eyes to complete the picture.

“Well, I would say I’m sorry, but I’m actually glad. I… I really enjoyed tonight. I wouldn’t want to screw up.”

You could tell he hesitated, his thumb caressing your neck in silent question. You leaned in as well. ”I can’t really imagine you screwing it up, Matt, no matter what you would do. Unless you‘d wake me up now.”

“Is that a permission?” he breathed out an inch from your lips.

“It’s a plea.”

He met your lips softly, retreating too soon.

“Please, don’t wake me up,” you mumbled, not sure you wanted him to hear it.

“This is a goodnight kiss,” he reassured you lowly, kissing you again, caressing your lower lip and making your knees unfairly weak. “We’ll work our way up to a good morning one. If you’d like.”

You brought your hand to the back of his neck, keeping him close just in case he was getting any ideas and you returned the kiss, nibbling on his lips just a little. He let out a content sigh, his fingers tangling in your hair, his body shifting closer to yours.

“Probably sooner than later,” he mumbled against your mouth, making you smile and hum in agreement. You added ‘excellent kisser’ to the mental list you were making about him. Hot. Sweet. Gentle. Funny. Smart. Ray of sunshine. Gorgeous smile. Likes black coffee and my muffins. Never should stop kissing me.

He met your lips for the last time, withdrawing with a smile, his thumb running over your jaw.

“Goodnight,” you whispered, licking your lips to savour the taste of his own.

He pecked your temple lightly, wishing you the same.

‘Familiar,’ you added to your mental list and your heart, fluttering until the moment, started hammering in your chest wildly. Familiar voice, familiar smile, familiar gestures-

No, no, no, no, no. That was ridiculous. You were projecting again, you were-

“Clark?” you chocked out, perfectly aware of how stupid it was, expecting Matt to shoot you a puzzled look and ask you about your possible ex or something.

Except Matt did no such thing. Instead, he froze and said just one word that meant you were somehow, in some impossible way, right.

“Frack.”

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Matt Murdock Masterlist

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It’s silly and I’m grinning when writing it and posting it and I’m most definitely sure that this cliff-hanger is the end and it’s all up to you to wonder what happened next ;)

Thank you for reading :-*

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Maybe a Chenford prompt with “a hug after not seeing someone for a long time” or “wiping away tears” or “peppering someone’s face with kisses”

Nonnie! This took longer to get to than I’d planned, but I’m slowly poking through all of my requests. This one is partially based on a true story from my trip to New York with my mom, but the ending is different. I had goldfish. Enjoy!

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“So, we have the whole day ahead of us …" Lucy trails off, bouncing forward a couple of steps until she can turn around and face Tim on the sidewalk. He’s still holding her hand, their fingers twisted together in the air between them, when he smiles at her and responds.

“We do,” It’s like he can tell she’s got an idea. Lucy doesn’t think she’ll ever get tired of seeing him look at her like this, all affectionate smiles and quiet happiness.

It’s the first full day off they’ve shared in over a month, where neither of them have any plans with friends (usually Lucy, but sometimes both of them) or godchildren (Tim, when Angela forgets to hire a sitter and Wesley has to be in court, but Lucy likes to tag along when she can), and no one is likely to be called into work. Lucy’s been looking forward to this all week, a laid-back, easy day with her boyfriend.  

As soon as their coffee cups were cleared and Kojo had been for his walk, they’d climbed into Tim’s truck and headed for the pier. He’s hardly let go of her hand since they left the driveway, other than just long enough to circle around to Lucy’s door after he’d parked.  

“You know what we should do?”  

"Mmm, are you looking for ideas?” Tim smirks, pulling Lucy closer to him and wrapping his free arm around her waist.

“Tim!” Lucy scolds, pushing his chest lightly, then drops her voice to a whisper. “Later. But first, we should eat dessert! Before lunch.”

“Before lunch? Dessert at 11 a.m.? Are you sure you’ll be able to handle that much rebellion?”  

“I think I’ll be OK. Besides, we can always get a second dessert after lunch.” Lucy rolls up to her toes and kisses Tim softly. “Or, maybe a third.”  

“Yeah? Which dessert do you want to start with?” Tim tightens his hold on Lucy’s waist, but she steps out of the grasp and pulls him forward a couple of steps. She looks back over her shoulder and giggles at the look on his face.  

“There’s a gelato place somewhere around here that’s supposed to be fantastic. Oh! Or cookies! I heard there’s macarons, or a grandma’s-type bakery, or—no! You know what we should do?”

“What?” Lucy bounces on the balls of her feet, only encouraged by the way Tim is indulging her.

“We should get cupcakes! I mean, they’re the perfect morning dessert, since they’re so close to muffins. They're just … muffins that believed in themselves!” 

“Muffins that …” Tim shakes his head. “You’re something else, you know that, Lucy?”  

“Yeah, but you love me.”

“I do,” he nods, still following as Lucy pulls him down the sidewalk again.  

“So … can we?”

“What?”

“Go get dessert. Cupcakes. Miracle muffins.” Tim closes his eyes, pushing his brows up toward his hairline, then opens them to look at Lucy and smile.

“Sure, I’ll buy you a … miracle muffin.” He squeezes Lucy’s fingers and tugs her back until they’re walking side by side again. A moment later, he drops her hand, but only to tuck a couple fingers into the back pocket of her jeans. “Who knows, might even have one myself.”  

She sways toward him, leaning against his chest as they walk. Tim has no idea how they stay upright without tripping, legs bumping together every few steps, but somehow they make it a few blocks until they’re standing underneath a bright pink and green awning. It’s casting brightly hued shadows across Lucy’s face as she untangles herself from his hold and wraps her hand around the handle to pull the door -  

Open.  

Except it doesn’t open. It jerks a little bit under the force of her second tug, but stays firmly closed. Tim steps forward and reaches for the other handle, but that door is locked too. He steps back and reads the sign taped in the window.

“12:30 to nine,” he reads, squeezing Lucy’s shoulder gently. “They’re not open yet.”

“Oh,” The sound falls out of Lucy’s mouth, but it’s not quite a word. Tim waits a moment, but she doesn’t turn around.

“Lucy?” She sniffles and takes a shuddery breath, but stares at the door until Tim nudges her shoulder and she turns willingly.  

When she looks up at him, her eyes are brimming with tears.

“Hey,” he starts. “We’ll come back. It’s what, 90 minutes until they open?”

“I wanted a cupcake now, though.” Lucy hiccups and loses the battle against crying.

“Come here,” He pulls her closer, tucking her head against his chest. They’re blocking the door, but it doesn’t matter. It’s not like anyone is coming in or out anytime soon. “Hey now, c’mere.”  

As soon as he’s holding her, Lucy starts sobbing harder. Her body shakes against his, and all Tim knows to do is run his hand soothingly up and down her back. There’s nothing he can say, at least not that he thinks would help her right now.  

It’s a cupcake, and they can come back after lunch. He likes a good pastry as much as the next guy, loves them even, though he’d never admit it, but how big of a deal is this, really?

But for Lucy, clearly it is. And that means Tim is feeling the disappointment just as strongly, even if he’s perfectly happy to have his cupcake after lunch.  

So they stand there together, until Lucy’s cried herself out enough to wrap her arms around Tim. She takes a shuddery breath and leans back far enough to see his face.

“Sorry … sorry about that.”  

“Hey, it’s alright. Was this all about a cupcake?” He asks the question gently; the last thing he wants is for Lucy to think he’s making fun of her. He’s not, he’s just started to wonder if there’s something bigger going on.

“Not really, I-I guess.” Lucy toys with the hem of Tim’s T-shirt and drops her eyes to look at his chest. “It’s just … it’s been a long week, and it feels like we’ve hardly seen each other, then we get this whole day together, and it can’t even start with cupcakes!”  

Tim waits for Lucy to have everything off her chest, then gently turns them around. He’s still holding her, but he’s got his back to the door now, looking over her head at the other shops on the boardwalk.

Shoe store, surf shop, Mexican food, used bookstore, Italian, a couple of storefronts that are too small to tell, but also too small to be what he’s looking for …

There.

"It’s alright. Like you said, the whole day’s ahead of us. There’s plenty of time for cupcakes, I promise.” He brushes a piece of hair out of her face, tucking it behind her ear even though he knows he’ll redo her ponytail as soon as they step apart. His hand lands on her cheek, where the damp trails are hot against his skin. “Meanwhile, do you trust me?”

Lucy nods almost instantly, before Tim thinks she’s really heard what he said, and he makes himself ignore the way his chest goes tight with how readily she puts her life in his hands.  

And her baked goods.

“Good,” he wipes his thumb across her face, carefully grazing the bottom of her eye and swiping the tears away. “And I mean it: we’ll come back. It might be after lunch, but you’ll get your cupcake.”

“OK,” Lucy takes a deep breath and says it again, with more conviction. “OK. What now?”

“Now, you trust me.” Tim says again. He wipes Lucy’s eyes one more time, then presses a soft kiss to her lips and steps back.

Sure enough, as soon as she lets go of his shirt, she reaches for her ponytail. Once it’s resituated, he grabs her hand again.

This time, it’s Tim’s turn to lead Lucy through the growing crowd. He pulls her across the street, kisses her again while they wait for the light to change. Then he’s holding the door and pushing her in front of him into a dimly lit bakery.  

“Tim?” Lucy turns to look at him, and he squeezes her fingers as he walks them toward the counter.

“You’re not the only one who know where to get dessert around here. This place makes the best cookies I’ve ever had.” he watches the smile unfold across her face, then looks up at the cashier. “Two monster cookies, a peanut butter chocolate chunk, and …” Lucy elbows him and points at the case. He rolls his eyes lightly, but nods, knowing he’d give Lucy anything she asks for. “A gingersnap.”  

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A Moment in Time- Ch 13

MASTERPOST

has it been...a week? wow.

BUT I have planned a bit of the next few chapters. YAY!

I'm also failing bio but whatever. it's fine. everything is fine. (it's really not but I won't acknowledge it.)

anyways, no warnings for this ch, just Mari and Tim time!

Tim’s hotel room was nice. He really couldn’t complain, but there was something that made the back of his neck prickle. It hadn’t been only at the hotel either, but it was where he had felt it most acutely. There was someone at the hotel watching him.

When he had arrived in Paris the night before, Tim had been shocked at the tense atmosphere. The last time he had visited six months earlier, there hadn’t been this feeling of everyone holding their breath. Now, Tim was tense simply because everyone around him was. He wasn’t sure if it was the feeling of being watched or if it was the way everyone was holding their breath, but Tim’s nerves were frying very quickly.

He was supposed to meet Marinette for coffee in the next hour, and Tim was more than ready to see a face that he wasn’t paying to like him. As he slumped into a chair, the teen debated texting Marinette to ask for somewhere slightly more private to stave off his paranoia. As the clock ticked down, Tim gritted his teeth, caught up in his head. A ding from his phone brought him back to the present. With a glance down Tim jolted.

Tim+Marinette

Marinette- Hey! Just a reminder that we are meeting at that café I gave you the address to. I’ll be there in about 15 minutes, so I’ll see you soon!

Tim- Thanks, Marinette! I’m looking forward to seeing you!

Marinette- Me too 😊

Tim studied his phone before he yelped. It was a five-minute walk to the café, and he still hadn’t changed from his suit from earlier. The teen groaned and shook his head at his forgetfulness.

Marinette was surprisingly nervous when she sat down at the café she had told Tim about. Her hand was shaking, and she had no idea why. In front of her was a plate with a muffin and a coffee cup that had been made the way the staff knew she liked. The truth was this is where she camped out when her room was closing in on her. That meant that the people who worked there knew Marinette well enough to respect her privacy, while also holding a conversation when she had the time.

With a shaking hand, Marinette set her sketchbook on the tables and opened it to the last sketch she had been working on. As she cleaned up the lines and made notes about what specifications she wanted Marinette started to fall into the mental spiral that could trap her for days.

Had she picked the right clothes?

Why was she worried about what she wore?

Would Plagg behave? He was known for causing trouble for her.

Would Tim be nice in person, or would he be like most of the corporate douches that she worked with at Agreste?

Would Hawkmoth attack while they were together?

What if the media caught sight of them? Oh, she should have picked a more private place to meet!

A sharp prick on her thigh had Marinette yipping quietly, but the look Plagg gave her told the teen that he knew what was going through her head.

The Kwamii snuck up to her shoulder and his in her hair. “careful, Red. There are people here but not too many, this kid seems like he has a good head on his shoulders. We can trust him on that. You won’t get a better read on him until you spend time with him in person, so don’t start the spiral just yet. Plus, you know that some of the stress from this week is getting to you. Training three Miracle holders is stressful in the best of times. You are doing it in combat times without the full team the guardians used to use.” the duo could feel the tension leave Marinette’s shoulders at the small god’s words.

The teen whispered “thanks Plagg” as she focused back on the design in front of her.

Tim walked into the café and glanced around as he ordered.

There were only a few patrons there. in one corner was a red-headed boy who was obviously absorbed in his schoolwork. Near the middle was a girl who was typing on her computer with the manic speed of someone who had a paper due in the next day. In the far corner was a dark-haired girl who was working in some kind of notebook. And a few tables away from the register was a duo. A blonde girl whose hair was held in the kind of ponytail that made Tim cringe in sympathy, and a boy with dark hair that looked completely uncomfortable. Hopefully, Tim wasn’t witnessing a date gone wrong.

as he accepted his food, the teen headed for the girl in the back corner. He knew that Marinette had dark hair and that if she was anything like Jason, she would choose the place that would give her the best view of the space. Tim cleared his throat as he approached, breaking her out of focus on what Tim now realized was a sketchbook. “Marinette?”

“Tim! Hi! Come sit with me.” The girl’s enthusiasm made Tim smile, and he easily settled into the chair across from her.

The first few moments were awkward, but soon, Tim and Marinette were laughing and talking together happily. At one point, Tim got Marinette to really laugh. As she was pulling herself together, Tim tilted his head back. A smile danced over his features while he stretched his neck. as he leaned back, Tim noticed the blond girl narrowing her eyes at him, before glaring when she realized that she had been caught. She flipped her hair and whirled back around to face the boy that was laughing at her. Marinette snorted at the flush on the girl's face and rolled her eyes.

“that’s my friend, Chloé, she doesn’t think that I know that she is here with our friend. She’s just a big snoop.” Tim huffed a laugh and shrugged.

“Well, as long as it's just your friend spying on us, we should be fine. Are you interested in perhaps taking a walk?” Marinette giggled before standing. Tim joined her and offered her his hand. She sent him a smile and wiggled her fingers at him, before collecting her stuff and skipping off.

As she turned to smile at him, Tim called out a “hey! Wait up!” before hurrying after her.

After he had caught up with her, Marinette shot Tim a smile and led him off down the streets. He laughed and followed. The ease the girl used to navigate the streets had Tim marveling. The sound of her giggles had him smiling as he followed. Soon, they arrived at a small townhouse on the outskirts of the city. She glanced over her shoulder and inclined her head. Once they were both in the foyer, she guided him through to the sitting room.

“sorry about the…adventure. I know that you had more questions, and there were a few people in the café that I don’t trust.” Tim blinked, before nodding.

“I…ok? How did you know that I had questions? And as much as I liked exploring the city, where are we?” Marinette blushed slightly.

“we-ah. Well, we are at my Nona’s house. She lets me use it when she isn’t here to get some space. And…well…I know that your emails were full of questions, and I realized that anyone who wasn’t Parisian would have questions. And. Well. I saw a girl I don’t get along with in there and I wanted an excuse to get away from her?” Tim studied her for a moment, before bursting out laughing.

“Marinette, that would have been a perfectly fine reason, even without any reasonable justification. But” here, Tim worked to reign in his laughter, “the trip through the labyrinth of Paris, and the who thing…thank you.” A look of confusion crossed the girl’s face. “ever since I’ve landed, I’ve had the feeling that there was something watching me. Not only that, but everyone I’ve met has been holding their breath. I know that there is something going on, but I haven’t asked because I’m afraid of setting someone off. Do you know what’s going on in Paris? And why…why do I feel better here in your Nona’s home than in my hotel or the café?”

Marinette tensed as Tim talked. When he finished, she hesitated before voicing her concern. “Tim…did you say that you don’t feel like you’re being watched anymore?”

“yes?”

“oh my god. Tim! That’s…oh no. No. no. no! Tim…that means that Hawkmoth had decided that you would make a good Akuma. This house is out of the city proper, so he can’t get us here. Oh, this is so bad!”

“Marinette, hey. Stop. Look at me.” The girl, who had started to pace, paused. She glanced over at the older teen, her blue eyes wide in panic. Tim reached out and took her hands in his and gripped them tightly. Once her eyes were focused on him, and not the wall behind him, Tim spoke quietly. “Marinette are you with me?” she nodded. “is the reason that you reacted like that because of panic?” another nod. “talk me through why.” Her eyes went wide, and she looked at him in shock before taking a shaking breath and turning away.

“you could have been akumatized. You could have been akumatized and would have been with me and I would be to blame. Then you would-or still can- turn Jason and Nona against me. Then I could be exiled from Paris, or-“ Tim had squeezed her hands that he still somehow held during her spiral. Marinette spun around to face the older boy in shock.

“Marinette, how would me being akumatized become your fault? If we are going to lay blame on anyone, it would be Hawkmoth. He is the one who is going around possessing people with evil purple butterflies.” She studied him, shocked, before breathing out a sigh of relief.

“I am so sorry, Tim. I shouldn’t have freaked out like that. That was so rude.” Tim shook his head in response as she collapsed onto one of the couches.

“you have nothing to apologize for. I have a feeling that after the time you spent in Gotham, living under a supervillain for four years has been stressful. Maybe during your time in Gotham, if you don’t have the sight of my face by then,” here the younger girl giggled, relief evident in her face at the proposal for other plans, “maybe I can take you around Gotham and give you the time to explore without a psychopath with mind-reading abilities hanging over your head.”

A small smile danced over Marinette’s lips. “I would love that Tim, thank you.”

Later that evening, Marinette sighed in frustration.

Her homework was just one more thing she had to worry about. Beyond that, she really wanted to spend time with Tim. With Hawkmoth watching him, she wasn’t sure how long her friend would last in the city of love.

Another sigh broke its way free from Marinette’s throat, and the girl pushed aside the pile of schoolwork in favor of looking over her sketchbook. There, on the open page, was Tim’s face staring back up at her. She wasn’t sure what prompted her to draw him, but in this case, she was chalking up to her hand having a mind of its own. Looking down at the picture, she felt anger overtake her. Marinette had already given up so much, and yet here she was.

If this ridiculousness from Hawkmoth didn’t stop, the teen knew she would have to sacrifice her friendship with Tim as well, If only to protect him. the seed of anger seemed to burn brighter, and the girl clenched her jaw, trying to remind herself that no, this was not worth an Akumatization.

She looked up, trying to drain her eyes of the tears that had gathered without her permission, and caught sight of a purple butterfly. With trembling hands, the teen pulled out a glass jar that she had been experimenting with. One muttered spell later, the Akuma was sitting inside of the jar, and the glass had clouded over. With an angry shake of the Jar, the girl pulled out her phone and sent one text. They were ending this, tonight.

As Marinette prepared to meet her team, an assuredness settled over her. She knew that they had the ability to take down Adrien’s father. Apate just had to give the signal. And Marinette Dupain Cheng would be damned if she let an emotional terrorist ruin one more day of her life.

It was time to take Gabriel Agreste down.

sooooooo........... who liked Alya, Chloé, and Adrien date crashing. one was unintentional, but the other two totally knew something was happening bc Mari did tell ANYBODY about Tim or meeting him.

side note, yes, I consider this the first date. they don't...yet.

ahhhhhhhhh Hawkmoth is going down. Angry Mari because her friend is being threatened? you bet! no, Chloé is NOT going to be happy.

if anyone has a good suggestion for a Gotham villain who is not the Joker or Riddler PLEASE let me know. I am PLOTTING. yes, my next stop is Google. no, no one is going to be happy.

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