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shimmeringclouds · 3 years

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Chapter 1

Akatsuka village was a quiet place.

Not much ever happened, and whenever something did, it wouldn't stick to your mind, eventually fading from memory, and the still silence of the village would take a hold of your every day life once more.

Despite living in Akatsuka for a good few years now, you had a habit of keeping to yourself. You rarely ever found yourself willingly conversing with the other townsfolk living in the houses around you. You always hoped it didn't come off as rude — you just lacked decent social skills, they could understand that, right?

On top of that, the village had always felt.. off to you. There was always this pressurising feeling of someone watching you at all times, peering over your shoulder and burning holes into your back. It was unnerving and uncomfortable, and the worst part was, there was never anyone there.

However, it wasn't like you could just up and leave the Akashika District so easily. It required time and money, and you only had one of those. A part of you wondered if you regretted moving all that time ago, but in the end, you couldn't muster the energy to be so bothered anymore. All in all, you had achieved the quiet and easy-going countryside life you had been needing, and that was all that mattered to you.

Sitting in your fenced off garden, basking in the summer's heat, you began wondering if your life was boring. If it was too simple. If you had sheltered yourself too much. You didn't really have any friends, as sad as it was. They had all slowly fallen out of touch with you once you had moved, and although you had tried convincing them to come down for a visit — or even suggesting that you visiting them — they all happened to be busy. Every time, without fail.

Then maybe, you began to wonder, it was you who was boring. You recalled how plain your life had been, as a toddler to a teen, and now as an adult. You didn't have any interesting stories to share. You didn't have any personal traits that were particularly intriguing or quirky. You were just... normal. Probably a bit too normal.

With a sigh, you cast your sullen gaze towards the sky. It was a single block of blue, but it looked so pretty. It stretched far beyond the horizon, free of clouds and scattered with the occasional soaring bird. The flutter of a white butterfly caught your eye, and you watched the muted coloured insect traverse through your garden, finally landing on a bush of blush pink camellias you had been caring for over the past year or so.

Your mind fell silent, only for it to have a sudden craving for watermelon. You tilted your head curiously, trying to remember if you had any left or not. Standing up, you stretched your arms above your head, lazily readjusting your t-shirt that had ridden up your stomach with the movement before heading towards your kitchen, scouring your table tops and refrigerator for the sweet fruit. To your dismay, there was none left. Which only meant one thing...

"I have to go outside today..." you whined to yourself. Well, you didn't have to. It wasn't like you had to get the watermelon. No, you didn't have to, but you really wanted to eat some under the sun, like you did every summer. You needed to satiate your craving for watermelon.

And so you set about your home, reluctantly attempting to sort out your hair and change your clothes. You were too lazy, though, and ended up swapping out your joggers you were lounging in to a pair of shorts, not wanting to melt on the way to the store, tucking your t-shirt into the hem of the bottoms and messily scrunching your hair up into a bun.

You twirled a few loose strands around your fingers, debating whether you should put more effort into your hairdo, but ultimately deciding there wasn't any point since you would just be hiding away again for the rest of the weekend. No one paid attention to you, anyway.

Grabbing your small purse and pushing it into your back pocket along with your phone, you slipped on a pair of gladiator sandals, securing the intricate straps around your ankles and feet before setting off.

The heat seemed to be far more intense than before, pushing the humid air into your face and causing a cool sweat to suddenly break out over your skin. You grimaced at your clammy hands, discreetly brushing them against the denim of your shorts.

As you walked, you threw your gaze to your surroundings, not finding anything new amongst the same square houses and the same empty shops, the same trio of cats laying in the same position in front of someone's doorway, their eyes watching you as they always did as you trotted past them. It was the same routine, as usual.

The cool air that wafted over you as you stepped through the doors of the supermarket gave you a sense of relief from the roasting warmth. You closed your eyes for a moment, relishing in the soft blow of air before finally moving inside, peering through the empty aisle in search of the perfect watermelon.

Soft music echoed distantly throughout the store, almost silent under the pitter of your footsteps against the tiled ground. You stood still for a moment, straining your ears to try and catch the words that were being sung, but it was much too quiet and muffled, a mix of many different voices merging together to a nursery-like tune. It was odd; they never played music in the store before.

As you continued onward, you pushed the urge to pick up miscellaneous objects and snacks down and away from your mind, even if you had the feeling you were forgetting something. You only came for watermelon. Should you get distracted now, you'd end up with a whole basket full of groceries that you probably didn't need. You crossed your arms over your chest, tucking your hands away into the crooks of your elbows so as not to feel any more tempted.

Eventually, you stumbled upon the correct aisle, tracing along the variety of in-season fruit before they landed on the one you were looking for at the far end of the aisle. The small smile that had graced your lips, however, dropped in an instant at the sight of another person gazing at your desired fruit, a look of confusion lacing your furrowed brows. You had never seen another person shopping here before.

It was a man, donned in a fern green yukata, his brown hair neatly combed to one side as his narrowed eyes scrutinised the two remaining watermelons, his lips upturned into a frown as he held the two heavy fruits in his hands. He hadn't noticed your presence, it had seemed, and you reluctantly began edging your way towards him.

You could feel your cheeks slowly begin to heat up the closer you got, your hands becoming clammier as you realised that you would have to speak to this stranger. Social interaction was never your forte, and you became afraid that your words would fall out of your mouth like running water, gushing and incoherent. But your mind was set on getting the large, jaded fruit, and your feet wouldn't stop moving until you were stood right beside him.

At long last, the man caught the movement at his side from the corner of his eyes, glancing over and jolting in shock at your sudden appearance. His rounded face flushed a pretty pink, tracing over the tips of his ears at the sight of you, and you couldn't control the added heat to your own skin.

"Excuse me..." you spoke softly, averting your gaze from his own smaller pupils to the fruit in his hands. You quickly noted how he had a hold of the last two melons, before continuing to say: "I-I'm sorry to bother you, but could I have one of those?"

Deep down, you felt awful, as if you were stealing something from this poor and unsuspecting man. What if he wanted both of them? You would just have to go home empty handed, remembering how you had bothered somebody for no reason. Maybe you would grab a tub of ice-cream on the way, on second thought, for some comfort food.

The man's mouth flailed open and closed, minute squeaks of words escaping him before he cleared his throat, taking a deep breath.

"OF COURSE!" The sudden loudness of his voice caused the both of you to flinch, his face deepening in colour in embarrassment. "I mean — o-of course! You can have one!" He swiftly pushed the melon in his left hand towards you, a shaky smile on his lips as his hand trembled under the weight of the fruit.

"Th-This one is much sweeter than the other, ha ha."

You raised a brow, staring at the two green misshaped ovals and wondered how he knew that just by looking. You tilted your head, hesitantly brushing your fingers against the melon. "Are you sure? I don't mind taking the other one."

"No no! It's perfectly fine! I-I prefer the more watery ones, anyway..."

That was a blatant lie, but you took the melon from him, saving the both of you from an even more awkward conversation. With a timid smile, you bowed politely, thanking him.

"N-No worries! I — well, uh — goodbye!" The man immediately scurried off, clutching the melon securely to his chest as he rounded the corner, disappearing from your sight. You wondered if you had scared him off, somehow. You could understand, although, you would be lying if you said you didn't feel a twinge of disappointment bubble in your chest. You could have made a friend today if you hadn't made the atmosphere so stiff.

You dejectedly dragged your feet through the shop, reaching the till and finding the man to have already left. You lowered your gaze to your feet as you handed your money over to the sleepy looking cashier, carrying the watermelon in your arms. Standing in front of the empty store entrance, you stared at the ground in brief silence, an unhappy frown making its way onto your face.

The walk home was gloomy, as if grey clouds were hanging over your head despite the sun beaming vehemently down onto your skin. You were starting to regret going out to buy the watermelon. Maybe it would have been better if you had just stayed home and ignored the craving. Maybe then you wouldn't have had to ruin someone's day. That's what you did, right?

Silence echoed throughout the barren streets louder than ever before, pulling you deeper into your dampened thoughts and drowning in the sudden sense of guilt that had welled inside of you, gluing itself to your heart like a hardened stone. It seemed that no matter how much you walked, you couldn't escape that voice in the forefront of your mind, whispering into your ear and reminding how much of a failure you were, greeting you as an old friend as you re-entered your home.

You left the watermelon on your kitchen table, and as you walked out, the glint of sunlight bouncing off of metal and into your eyes made you wince. Glancing over, you saw that it was only the metal of your large kitchen knife, displayed on your far countertop for whenever you would need it next. The yellow light it reflected burned into your eyes dangerously, shimmering and beckoning you closer.

Your sullen gaze merely sent it a flat and unimpressed glare before you turned away with a sigh. The games your mind liked to play with you weren't any fun in the slightest. Suddenly, you didn't feel like eating the watermelon anymore.

Falling asleep sounded much more appealing to you. Trudging through the empty hallways of your home, you collapsed onto your cool bed, curling into yourself with baited breath, the light breeze sifting through your opened window cradling you in its hold as you squeezed your eyes shut.

In that moment, all you wanted to do was sleep forever, and the wind encouraged you as you slowly fell into a restless slumber.

#osomatsu san #matsuno sextuplets #matsuno sextuplets x reader #xreader #choromatsu matsuno #chorosuke midorito #first encounters #denki mystery

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punk-is-notdead · 4 years

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Fic Title: Champagne and Showers, by tfw_cas

Rating: Explicit

Tags: Jensen Ackles Misha Collins Jared Padalecki Photo Shoots Fluff Smut Shower Sex Hand Jobs Oral Sex Mild Angst Established Relationship

Summary: The final Entertainment Weekly photoshoot for the stars of Supernatural brings mixed emotions, but Jensen and Misha know the perfect way to comfort each other.

AO3

This fic was inspired by this sweetly soft kiss, which brought out the romantic in me.

Jensen is wet and sticky, and not in a good way. Granted, he'd really enjoyed getting that way, but now it’s getting pretty gross.

It’s a hot summer’s day in California, and he, Misha and Jared have spent the best part of it doing a photoshoot for Entertainment Weekly. As always, it’s been a lot of fun, although there'd been an emotional moment when it hit home that this would be the last one they would do, and all three of them had gotten a tear or two in their eyes. However, now that the champagne has come out things have livened up.

Some of it’s been imbibed, sure - enough to give Jensen a pleasant buzz - but most of it’s been sprayed over them. Or dumped unceremoniously on their heads… hence the wet and sticky part.

As the shoot comes to an end and hugs are exchanged all round, he pulls Misha into his arms and is hit by a sudden wave of affection (not actually that unusual when it comes to Misha). Putting his lips next to his ear, Jensen whispers, “I love you.”

The hug lingers as Misha throws his arms around Jensen’s neck - while keeping hold of the champagne bottle - and pulls him in closer. They both feel the need to hold onto each other for as long as possible, but eventually Jensen knows it’s time to let go, and he pats Misha a couple of times on the back before drawing back. When he looks at Misha’s face, however, Jensen is shocked to see that those usually stunning blue eyes are slightly red and watery, and he looks like he’s struggling to contain his emotions.

Well, fuck, that won’t do at all. Jensen can’t bear the thought of Misha being upset, so as he flashes one of his most charming smiles at the camera, he tries to take hold of Misha’s arm… or even his hand, as a gesture of comfort. Before he’s managed to get his hand around Misha’s arm though, he decides it isn’t enough contact, so he steps closer and wraps his arm around him to draw him into a side hug. Jensen leans into Misha’s personal space as he pulls them together, and as Misha puts his arm around Jensen and pats him on the back in return, Jensen can see that Misha is still trying to be professional and smile for the camera. (The irony isn't lost on Jensen that, although he's the one who has a background in modelling, it’s him now giving zero fucks, while Misha’s trying to carry on until the camera stops rolling.)

Then Jensen does something he wouldn’t normally do… well, not in public anyway. After another smile in the direction of the camera, he turns to Misha and places a kiss upon his cheek, letting his lips linger for a long moment as he drinks the other man in. The skin is soft and warm, and tastes of a mixture of champagne and something undefinable that’s uniquely Misha, and Jensen has to pull himself away before it starts to look inappropriate. If they were alone right now…

He knows that if it had been Jared, he would have followed up the kiss by licking Misha‘s face - Jared's basically a giant puppy, after all - but Jensen is more reserved; plus his relationship with Misha is completely different.

Speaking of… there’s one last crushing hug for each of them from Jared, and then they’re good to go, with a couple more bottles of champagne as a gift courtesy of Entertainment Weekly. Their driver for the day has returned, and he drives them back to their hotel. Thankfully, he seems to have been forewarned about them being covered in alcohol, and he’s put plastic covering on the seats. It’s a bit uncomfortable to sit on, but it’s only a fifteen minute drive before they’re climbing out and thanking him for his service.

There are only a few people around, so they’re able to slip through the entrance unnoticed, then through the foyer and into the elevator. The smell of the stale champagne is just nasty now, and Jensen is grateful that Jared doesn’t add to it by letting out one of his legendary farts.

“Man, that was fun.” Jared seems to be addressing himself more than them, as he grins at his reflection in the mirror.

“Yeah, it was.” Jensen laughs at Jared’s goofiness, and holds one of the bottles of champagne in a salute. “This definitely helped.”

Misha chuckles and shakes his head as he grabs the bottom of his sweater and pulls it away from his body. “I’d rather drink it than… this.”

“At least you didn’t get half a bottle poured over your head.” Jensen winks at Misha to let him know there are no hard feelings, and Misha gives him a sheepish look.

The elevator pings for Jared’s floor, and as he gets out he asks, “See you guys later for dinner?”

“Sure. I’ll text you when we’re ready.” Jensen nods at him as the door closes, then they travel one more floor before it pings again.

His and Misha’s rooms are across from each other, but one of them isn’t going to be used. This time it’s Misha’s room that will be left unoccupied, but he’s keeping his luggage in there anyway. Misha swipes his key card and goes inside, coming out a minute or two later with a change of clothes - that he holds out in front of him for fear of contamination - and his favourite watermelon body wash.

Jensen gives one of his seductive winks, that he knows turns Misha to mush, before they cross the hallway to his room, and he lets them in. As the door closes behind them he sighs, and puts the bottle on the table, then turns to Misha, who’s just finished laying his clothes carefully on the sofa.

Walking over to him, Jensen searches his eyes. “How you holding up?”

“I’m fine,” Misha says, smiling tenderly before Jensen moves closer and kisses along his jaw.

When he finds Misha’s lips, Misha hums contentedly, his hands coming up to tangle in Jensen’s hair. They only stay for a moment, before he pulls away, grimacing.

“That feels disgusting,” he chuckles.

“Well then, we should probably get in the shower.” Jensen takes hold of the hem of Misha’s sweater and pulls it over his head. Misha’s hair is sticking up at all angles, and Jensen gazes fondly at him as he drops the sweater to the floor.

Wordlessly, he removes his own shirt and drops it down with the sweater, then unbuckles Misha’s belt and pulls it through the loops. After he’s put it to one side, he pops the button on his jeans and lowers the zipper, then slides them down Misha’s thighs to reveal his lucky orange underwear. As he pulls them down further, he kisses down Misha’s chest and over his hip bones, playfully pulling at the waistband of the boxers with his teeth.

Misha gazes down at him through his eyelashes, and he reaches his hand out to cup Jensen’s face. Jensen’s breath hitches as he leans into Misha’s touch for a moment before finishing what he started; removing Misha’s jeans, socks and shoes.

When he’s back to his feet, he makes quick work of the rest of his own clothes, until they’re both wearing nothing but boxers. Jensen takes Misha by the hand and leads him to the bathroom, leaving the pile of clothing on the floor. Jensen never lets go of Misha's hand, even as he turns on the shower and adjusts the settings until the temperature is perfect.

Once the shower’s ready, he slips out of his boxers and discards them, motioning for Misha to do the same. Misha follows suit, maintaining eye contact as they fall to the floor and his cock springs free… Jensen doesn’t touch, but he has plans for it later.

He takes both of Misha’s hands in his own and they step under the spray together, the warm water feeling soothing and cleansing on his skin. He dips his head under the water and lets the spray run over his hair and down his back, and when he comes back up for air Misha is staring at him, his expression full of desire.

He licks over his bottom lip as he steps closer to Jensen, reaching out and running his hand through Jensen's dripping wet hair. “That's much more preferable than the champagne,” he laughs softly.

"To be fair though, it was you that poured it on my head." Jensen moves closer still, until he can brush their lips together.

“Yeah, l-” Misha trails off as he slides his hands around Jensen’s back and pulls him forward until their bodies are touching, chest to thighs. “I thought I’d like to see you all wet,” he murmurs as he starts kissing down Jensen’s throat.

“Well, you got your wish.” Jensen gasps as Misha leaves a trail of kisses that ends at his nipple, and he licks at it. “F… fuck, yeah.”

Jensen loses himself in the sensation for a minute, before he reaches between them and takes hold of Misha’s cock. As he begins to stroke, Misha releases his nipple, and Jensen presses their lips together in a kiss that starts off sweet, but quickly becomes more passionate.

Misha’s hands are on Jensen’s ass, and Jensen’s hand that isn’t stroking Misha’s cock tangles in his hair. He pushes his tongue past those lips he craves so much, and explores his mouth as he speeds up his strokes.

As Misha gets closer to his orgasm, he breaks off the kiss, chest heaving and eyes darkened with desire as he thrusts into Jensen’s hand.

“That’s it, angel,” Jensen urges (yes, he knows that Misha isn't actually an angel, but he might as well be as far as Jensen is concerned). “Come for me. I wanna see you.”

Misha lets out a loud groan and rests his forehead on Jensen’s shoulder for a moment, before lifting his head again. “I love you too,” he gasps out as his thrusts become erratic and he comes over Jensen’s hand.

“I know,” Jensen says, working Misha through his climax until he’s spent, before rinsing his hand under the spray.

It takes Misha a minute or two to collect himself, but once he’s recovered, he moves with a purpose, pushing Jensen back against the tiles and dropping to his knees in front of him. He takes Jensen’s cock in his hand and plants a kiss on the tip, before leaning forward and swallowing him down and putting that talented tongue to good use.

Jensen thumps his head back on the tiles as Misha starts bobbing his head backwards and forwards, taking as much of him into his mouth as he can. “Mish,” Jensen whispers, trying to stop himself from thrusting into Misha’s mouth.

He reaches down and tangles his hands in Misha’s hair, pulling at the strands a little as Misha slips his hands around to grab Jensen’s ass cheeks and squeezes. It’s an encouragement for Jensen to move, so he does, unable to hold back the increasingly loud moans he’s letting out.

What with the wet heat of that mouth, and the way Misha’s using his tongue and urging him to move, it doesn’t take long for Jensen to feel that familiar sensation. He isn’t going to last much longer, and he both regrets the hell out of that, and needs to come right fucking now.

“Mish… fuck, baby,” he groans out as he lets go and floods Misha’s mouth with his come. Misha gazes up at him adoringly as he swallows everything he gives him, and Jensen is filled with a mixture of love and lust.

When his orgasm has slowed to a stop, Misha pulls off him and gets back to his feet. He draws Jensen into his arms and finds his mouth with his own, pouring all his love into the kiss, and Jensen just melts into him. He loves the feel of those muscles as they hold him; they’re reassuring, as well as being hot as fuck.

They eventually stop kissing and get washed, then dry themselves off in a comfortable silence. Misha’s hair is sticking up at all angles, and Jensen tries to tame it… but not too much. He’s described as having ‘sex hair’ for a reason, after all.

“I think in the future, we should stick to getting wet in the normal way,” Misha chuckles, as he gestures towards the shower, before grimacing at the pile of clothes on the floor.

Jensen couldn’t agree more, although he isn’t going to complain about what came after… not for one second. “You got it, Mish. Next time we’ll get straight in the shower.”

Yes… today might have been the end of an era for the show, but there would definitely be a next time for them.

#cockles fic #cockles #i wrote a thing

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diet-time · 4 years

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I’m back:(

I’m 113 lbs... luckily for me my school starting time got pushed back 2 months due to um the obvious situation, but my swim team is still coming back at the same time... I eased up on my diet but I really need to bring it back, so here’s the plan:)

My team comes back on August 31 (today is August 14.)

That’s 15 days for dieting (-1 day because my birthday is in the middle and I’m not going to remember my 16th birthday like that)

I’m planning on starting a 7 day long diet to lose 5 lbs in a week today. So that should bring me to at least 108 by August 20. After that I’ll take a one day break to let my body recover. Then I’ll do another week on that plan with a one day gap in the middle for my birthday:) So I should be 103 on August 28. And then depending on how I look/ feel I may or may not continue to try to lose the last 3 lbs over the course of a similar diet (4 days) or try to go the “healthy” long term route/ 3 weeks.

Anyway, I’ll list the parameters of this week long (x2) diet right here:)

I’m asking y’all to please please please keep me accountable. I’ve spent all summer trying to get to 100 lbs and I’ve gained around 20 lbs in the process. I’ve lost and gained so so so much weight in the past like 60 days and I can’t deal with it anymore. This is gonna be the final blow. Like actually mark my words this time in 2 weeks (wow that sounds like no time at all...) I’m gonna be more confident than ever. Not even because my body looks amazing, but because I’ll know that I did it all by myself. I can totally be like those korean diet channels that lose like 10 kg in a month too. And when i stop right after I’m satisfied I’ll know that I’m mentally strong too. I’ve never been so insecure before, but that’s all about to go away and I can’t express how excited I am to finally complete my journey hehe.

Okay anyways here are my parameters keke

Day 1) Eat nothing:)

Of course drink like there’s no tomorrow, but just fast for one day. Personally, it’s easier for me to go on a diet by fasting- just knowing that I’m not going to eat is easier than trying to control how much or what I eat. When I start I can’t control myself. (Or that’s how it used to be anyway;))

Day 2) Eat one thing. I’ll decide when I get there if it’ll be chicken, an apple, a sweet potato, watermelon, yogurt, pumpkin, whatever. Just as long as it’s healthy and at least under 200 total calories. And I need to make sure I eat it in front of my family.

Day 3) Eat dinner with my family. I need to make sure they’re not super duper concerned. Recently I’ve gotten away from eating dinner with them, like to the point where they don’t even expect me to be there for dinner which is kinda great because that used to always mess up my diets. But yeah I’ll eat with them and just say I’m super full halfway through. So that should be 500 calories at most, even if I lose control halfway through.

Day 4) Fast again- I should have extra energy from dinner the last day.

Day 5) One small thing again.

Day 6) One small thing again.

Day 7) Fast.

Day 8) A rest day,,,, I’ll try to eat with my family on this day, but in order to keep from messing with my craving and stuff I’ll only eat natural, whole foods and stuff, y’all know what I mean.

And the for the exercise portion, I’ll be doing a playlist of YouTube workouts (more muscle toning than cardio) for a total of around 45 minutes a day. I’ll say it’s -100 kcal total. And then I’m going to try to walk around (maybe go for a walk or go on a hike with my friends) for a total of 8 hours each day. Recently I’ve been pulling 6 hours a day, so this really shouldn’t be hard at all. And I’m only studying anyways so yeah, it is kinda hard to write, but if I can just text my friends or watch tv or go on tik tok or like read books at the same time- uh rambling but whatever y’all get it- I should be fine for 8 hours. And if it’s 150 kcal per hour, that should bring me out to a total of -1200 kcal for the walking. If I divide up the total for the 7 days of dieting and average it I’m going to eat probably 200 kcal per day. So then if I take my metabolism, it should be -1100 kcal. If I add all this up like the superior mathematician I am, I’ll be burning 2400 kcal a day. Keep that up for 7 days it’s almost 5 lbs. Eh, I’m sure I can fidget and green tea metabolism boost my way to an extra 100 kcal a day.

So yeah, guys please please please keep me accountable. If possible (and if anybody’s still active on this website) I would love to be your friend and help to keep you accountable too. I’m only gonna be here actively for the next 15 days, but I would love to stay friends after wards too:)

Here are my stats so it’s not creepy keke

I’m 15 (gonna be 16 by the end of August).

She/ her.

I might be straight but I’ve never fallen in love before so we’ll see.

Uh idk what else to say keke

Uh yeah dm me if you wanna be friends I guess:)

#eating disoder thoughts #anorexx #ana thoughts #bulimyc #bullimia #ed thoughts #tw eating stuff #diet #fasting

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jimlingss · 5 years

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The Deli Diaries [10]

Chapter 1 || Chapter 2 || Chapter 3 || Chapter 4 || Chapter 5 || Chapter 6 || Chapter 7 || Chapter 8 || Chapter 9 || Chapter 10 || Chapter 11 [Finale]

➜ Words: 2k

➜ Genres: Fluff & Cuteness, That good ol’ slow burn, Slice of Life

➜ Summary: Working at a grocery store deli is absolutely unbearable (and you’re also perfectly aware of how dramatic you are). But it seems like something, or rather, someone might make the job a bit more manageable.

➜ Warnings: Mundane-ness that might make you bored to death

➜ Notes: FINALLLLLLYYYY!!! and also the finale is next chapter, gonna make it a bit longer and worth the slow burn. enjoy!!!

Life is cooking you one of the worst recipes yet. It is a terrible concoction to be both sick and working. Every time you speak too loudly, coughs are wheezing from your lungs. Your apron pockets are full of tissues since snot is literally dripping every other minute, but even then, you still have a stuffy nose that makes it hard to breathe. Your voice is thick and nasally, sounding as if you just woke up from a four-hour nap. You’re sneezing as well, covering your mouth and nose with a bent elbow and into your sleeve. Needless to say, you’re one slimy and gross mess. But you garner little sympathy from your coworkers and supervisors. They still make you work — the only way to excuse yourself from it was if you broke your damn leg, but even then you wouldn’t be surprised if they got you a chair in front of the sink and told you to wash dishes. But not wanting to taint the company’s clean image and god forbid, spread your cold to customers, they’re making you change your gloves as frequently as possible and you’re forbidden to serve customers. So maybe it’s not such a bad thing to be ill and stuck working an eight-hour shift. Sure, you were trapped stocking the deli shelves of macaroni and washing whatever bowl that needed to be washed. Everyone also treated you like you had the black plague, staying away and repulsed at the sight of you, but at least you were spared from having to deal with irritating and demanding customers. There’s always a bright side...right? “Woah. What happened to you?” “Thanks.” You push the boy aside, swiping your nametag on the side of the machine and clocking out for the night. “That really helps the situation.” “Wow, someone’s Miss Grumpy Pants.” The produce boy clocks out as well and follows behind you, waving goodbye to the manager on duty as you both slip out the front door. “Maybe because you made me sick.” To emphasize your condition, you sniffle and your airways don’t clear with the small effort. You’ve been feeling unwell ever since the Christmas party and he dragged you outside. The little coughs and sneezes have now morphed into your back throat being clogged with mucus and that same mucus dripping from your nostrils. But now that your dirty apron was stuffed in your bag and you got to wash your hands, you were feeling better. The frigid temperature of the air was also doing wonders to cool down your cheeks, even if it made your eyes more watery. “Sorry,” Jimin murmurs, peeking at your face, genuinely apologetic. You sigh, not wanting to blame him or wrongfully redirect the irritation of your sickness onto the poor boy. “It’s okay,” you reassure, “really, it’s not that bad. I didn’t have to serve customers at all today, except for the very end, so that was pretty nice.” The boy stops in his tracks, making you pause from walking too. “Here. Wait a second.” He pulls his red plaid scarf from his neck and you put out a hand. “No, it’s okay, Jimin. You don’t have to.” “Tch!” — Jimin clicks his tongue in annoyance. His eyes are playfully stern, telling you to stay where you are. “It’s cold outside. If you don’t take care of yourself, you’ll get even worse.” He takes the scarf and carefully wraps it around you three times, tying the end of it. The boy is gentle, eyes half lidded and brows furrowed in concentration, making you stare a bit too hard. “Thanks.” You dig your nose into the soft fabric. It smells like him, slightly fruity and clinging onto the scent of fresh laundry. You end up mumbling, “I’ll wash it and give it back to you.” “No. Just keep it. I didn’t get you a Christmas gift anyway.” You steal a glance at him before looking straight ahead. It’s dark out and cold. Every breath you exhale makes a cloud of condensation. Yet, even with the temperature low, your hand slips out of the warm confines of your jacket pocket without thought. You’re still walking alongside Jimin and he matches your pace, steps synchronized together. The back of your hand grazes against his. Your skin skims each other’s and with bated breath and calculated moves, Jimin slowly but surely touches your wrist before sliding down to your palm. He timidly snakes his way down before he’s holding your hand, lacing his fingers with yours. Your cheeks heat up even more and this time, the cold air does nothing to help. “I’m contagious, you know,” you whisper quietly as to not disturb the peace surrounding you both. “It’s okay.” The corner of his lip twitches, being pulled upwards. “What if you can get sick too?” Jimin squeezes your hand. By the second, he becomes more self-assured. “Then we can be sick together.” All day people have been distancing themselves from you, from your supervisor to even Yuna and Amber. They practically only talked to you from a meter’s distance or poked you with a ten-foot long pole to get you to do something. Everyone was scared that your cold is infectious and you’ve been pushed away, fended off like a snot monster, having no sympathy from the healthy. But Jimin doesn’t care. And you realize that you’ve been craving physical contact. Not just from anyone either…. “Don’t I smell bad?” You’re certain that sanitizer and the scent of deli meat is still clinging onto your oily skin that pours of sweat from each of your pores. If you felt disgusting on a regular work day, now it was ten times worse. “No,” he muses with pouty lips, cheeks puffed out and rounded. “Not really.” You glance at him. “Really?” “Really.” The boy smiles as if placating a baby and one word from him has your worries dispelling away. His fingers move slightly against the back of your hand and you find his natural movements comforting. His head tips to the side as he stares at you. “Was work hard today?” “Not too bad. They didn’t want me to do any customer service or any production, so I basically cleaned, panned, and shelved things. How about you?” “It was okay. There was a new shipment of apples and grapes and I cut watermelon before packaging them.” “Does anyone even eat watermelon when it’s this cold out?” His eyes crinkle into half-moons when he smiles, cute teeth peeking from the seams of his lips. “You’d be surprised.” “How does it even taste?” You frown, considering that you’ve never tried watermelon during winter before since it’s more of a summer snack. “It’s not really watermelon season.” “Well, I had some.” His brown irises twinkle of mischief and you know you’ve rubbed off on him in your slightly kleptomaniac ways. “And it was decent. A bit less juicy than normal.” “I bet.” You lightly scoff and the conversation dies off. From where you are, you can see your house coming up at the end of the block. Your feet begin to slow down and you hope he doesn’t notice. “Hey, Jimin….” “Hmm?” Your hands are a bit cold, but you like it when he holds it like this. It makes you feel warm and fuzzy inside. “Are you working this Friday?” “I am,” he says and immediately, you become dejected, shoulders hunching, eyes falling downwards. But then— “It’s an early shift, so I’m done at three. Why?” Oh. “I-..uh...have you watched that movie we were talking about?” You smile, approaching it at a more casual angle to lessen the awkwardness that was threatening to barge between you two and just in case you get rejected, you can play this off. “When Spring Meets Autumn. It had pretty okay reviews.” Jimin smiles. “You want to go?” “If you want to.” You shrug nonchalantly, wondering if you’re too casual about it. “I mean...I can get us free tickets since I have this voucher from another time and I have no one else to go with and it’ll expire soon. You can invite your friends if you want—” “No. Just the two of us is fine.” Jimin grins, mouth expanding and pulling into his rosy cheeks once more. “I’m happy to go with you.” “Oh. Okay. Sounds good.” The pair of you stop in front of your house, lingering right in front of the driveway. Usually, you’d run up to your doorstep and fish out your keys, wave one last time and bolt to the shower so you can strip off your sticky clothes. But today, you still haven’t let go. “It’s a plan then.” “It’s a date,” Jimin confirms out of the blue. Your mind reels, wondering what he means, but you don’t disagree or make any signs of disapproval. Instead, you’re too focused on the way the yellow glow of the streetlamp casts down its faint light and paints his skin in warm hues. “Y-yeah, sure.” Your face feels like a literal furnace and it’s not from your cold. “Uh- thanks for the scarf.” “No problem.” The produce boy smiles again and again, unable to repress it. But he’s made a bit more shy than before. There’s silence where he stares down to the ground, then at your held hands and then traveling up into your eyes, finding it a bit embarrassing that he can’t hide how giddy he’s feeling. “I should...probably go now…” You hitch a thumb over your shoulder. Jimin blinks, breaking his gaze away from your eyes. “Y-Yeah. See you tomorrow?” “Yes. See you.” You finally let go of him, turning around right in time for your grin to spread into your cheeks. You’re struggling to hold down a squeal and you know for a fact that you’ll be kicking your blankets tonight in excitement, marking down Friday several times on your calendar and putting tens of alarms on your phone. Finally. A date with Jimin. Oh god. You’re already freaking out — none of your pillows were going to survive after being screamed into later. In the meanwhile, Jimin stares at your backside that walks off all too slowly. His mind races. Before it’s too late, he inhales a sharp breath. He takes a step forward. There’s one thing he just has to do, one thing he’s been waiting so long for, one of the things he’s been dreaming about... “He, deli girl! Wait!” “What, produce boy?” You twist around, unable to resist your smile. And your gasp is smothered. A tiny squeak leaves your throat. You can’t breathe and this time it’s not because of your clogged nose. Jimin’s leaning down, kissing you. His lips are soft and the scent of the scarf surrounds your entire frame, though it doesn’t come from the cotton fabric anymore. His lips barely graze against yours. It can hardly be defined as a peck with how chaste and delicate, fast and hesitant it is. You don’t even have time to close your eyes or savour how soft it feels to have his mouth on yours before he’s moved away. Your fingers automatically lift to your lips, surprised and caught off guard. He is left breathless, chest hyperventilating, big eyes locked into yours. Then, the boy blinks and realizes what he’s done. Your heartbeat pounds in your ears and you don’t know what to say. He’s the one who speaks — “Okay. Goodnight!” Park Jimin runs away. Like his tail is caught between his legs, he stumbles and books it down the block, feet scrambling and eyes now refusing to look at yours. You watch him, giggles bubbling from you and spilling out into the night from sheer disbelief. More importantly, you catch him jumping up and cutely fist pumping the air, shouting an energetic ‘yes!’. God. Not even one date and you’re already such a sucker for him. You dig your nose into his scarf, warming up and surrounding yourself in Jimin again, replaying the little moment over and over again until it feels like his sweetness is rotting your teeth. It dawns on you that your lips now taste like vanilla chapstick.

#bts scenario #bts fanfic #jimin fanfic #jimin fluff #bts deli!AU #WOO-HOO #LET'S GOOO #this shit is so cute my god #great way to start off 2019!

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gonna put this under a read more because sara wanted me to answer them all >_>

1. Who was the last person you held hands with? i honestly have no idea. 2. Are you outgoing or shy? i’m pretty outgoing unless my anxiety is acting up. 3. Who are you looking forward to seeing? i’m potentially buying a ticket to RTX off of someone, so i’d be looking forward to seeing everyone there. 4. Are you easy to get along with? as long as you don’t give me shit, yes. 5. If you were drunk would the person you like take care of you? i wholeheartedly believe yes (after being texted multiple memes). 6. What kind of people are you attracted to? funny, caring, basically as long as you’re a fucking memer like i am we’re gucci. 7. Do you think you’ll be in a relationship two months from now? i hope so .^. 8. Who from the opposite gender is on your mind? he knows who he is :p 9. Does talking about sex make you uncomfortable? sometimes? idk it’s weird. 10. Who was the last person you had a deep conversation with? i’m p sure it was aidan because The Depression hit. 11. What does the most recent text that you sent say? “yeah this is the shit i come up with when i’m bored” to vix 12. What are your 5 favorite songs right now? everything is alright- motion city soundtrack, time won’t let me go- the bravery, breaking and entering- tonight alive, screw eyes- color therapy, the hills- the weeknd 13. Do you like it when people play with your hair? i would literally melt into a puddle. 14. Do you believe in luck and miracles? absolutely 15. What good thing happened this summer? staying up way too late playing stupid fucking video games. 16. Would you kiss the last person you kissed again? absolutely not he turned into such a scumbag holy shit 17. Do you think there is life on other planets? i dunno, but it’d be cool to find out for certain. 18. Do you still talk to your first crush? nope, i haven’t seen him since my school closed after 6th grade. 19. Do you like bubble baths? don’t have an operational bath because the pipes are cracked, but i never really took baths. 20. Do you like your neighbors? my neighbors to the left of me (if you’re looking at my house) are weird as fuck, neighbor to the left is the sweetest person you’ll ever meet 21. What are your bad habits? biting my nails, cracking my joints really loudly. 22. Where would you like to travel? i really want to go somewhere cold. i’d love to see the northern lights. 23. Do you have trust issues? very severe ones. 24. Favorite part of your daily routine? when i’m at work, coming home and being able to destress because my work environment is shit. when i’m off, going out and goofing off with niko. 25. What part of your body are you most uncomfortable with? pretty much all of it, honestly. 26. What do you do when you wake up? flop around looking for my glasses. 27. Do you wish your skin was lighter or darker? i’m fine where it is right now. 28. Who are you most comfortable around? anyone from the discord chats i’m in and the few friends i retained from high school (aka sascha and inky). 29. Have any of your ex’s told you they regret breaking up? it wasn’t even a breakup it was just “oh i moved away and mostly forgot about you” so i don’t even consider him an ex. 30. Do you ever want to get married? yeye. 31. If your hair long enough for a pony tail? that’s my hairstyle of choice. 32. Which celebrities would you have a threesome with? bitch what. no. 33. Spell your name with your chin. kzasgtkied (could be worse) 34. Do you play sports? What sports? nope, but i like screaming at hockey. 35. Would you rather live without TV or music? tv. i pretty much only keep it on as background noise anyway. 36. Have you ever liked someone and never told them? yeah, and it sucked but oh well, things happen for a reason. 37. What do you say during awkward silences? “sooooo.......” 38. Describe your dream girl/guy? funny, willing to stick by even if things get bad, likes memes as much as i do. i’m not really picky and they don’t need to have the same interests that i do because i love hearing about things that i may not have any idea about. 39. What are your favorite stores to shop in? i really don’t have any? 40. What do you want to do after high school? well i’m already out of high school and all i know its not working this shitty minimum wage job. 41. Do you believe everyone deserves a second chance? yes, unless they’ve already taken those chances for granted or done something severe. 42. If your being extremely quiet what does it mean? that i’m extremely upset. 43. Do you smile at strangers? i try to. 44. Trip to outer space or bottom of the ocean? outer space. 45. What makes you get out of bed in the morning? usually the fact i have to go to work, but if not, the pup. 46. What are you paranoid about? the people i care about not actually caring about me. that’s my main fear. 47. Have you ever been high? that’s a hard no. 48. Have you ever been drunk? twice. once on new year’s eve 2016 and then in january for my birthday. 49. Have you done anything recently that you hope nobody finds out about? not that i can think of. 50. What was the colour of the last hoodie you wore? yellow. 51. Ever wished you were someone else? hasn’t everyone? 52. One thing you wish you could change about yourself? i wish i wasn’t so anxious over things. 53. Favourite makeup brand? i don’t really wear makeup but I like covergirl and prestige eyeliner. 54. Favourite store? as cringy as it is, gamestop and hot topic. but i don’t go out much. 55. Favourite blog? there’s a LOT. 56. Favourite colour? purple and blue. 57. Favourite food? chicken. 58. Last thing you ate? grape freeze pop. 59. First thing you ate this morning? bagel with cream cheese. 60. Ever won a competition? For what? i got third place in a spelling bee in 5th grade and got first place at both regionals and states for pjas (basically a pa statewide science competition). 61. Been suspended/expelled? For what? i got an ISS for socking a kid who later became my crush in the nose in 4th grade because he was annoying me. 62. Been arrested? For what? nope. 63. Ever been in love? absolutely and it’s the best feeling i’ve ever felt. 64. Tell us the story of your first kiss? it was on the way back from a band competition, and we were all crammed onto a school bus. we were sitting in a seat together and i was tired so i kinda dozed off a little but when i woke up i was like “fucking kiss him god damn it you’ve been dating for like a month and a half” and i just DID. 65. Are you hungry right now? a little. 66. Do you like your tumblr friends more than your real friends? i don’t really have too many “tumblr friends” that aren’t also my real friends. 67. Facebook or Twitter? facebook because i love reading the drama. 68. Twitter or Tumblr? twitter tumblr is a fucking cesspool. 69. Are you watching tv right now? just as background noise. 70. Names of your bestfriends? (most will be their online names) there’s like three sarahs/saras, vix, bonk, d, rose, rory, inky, james, aidan, quartz, bunn, hal, and cheese. (i have so many online friends holy fuck.) 71. Craving something? What? the sweet embrace of death. nah but for real like... watermelon or just fruit in general. 72. What colour are your towels? i have a blue one, a red one, and a yellow one. 72. How many pillows do you sleep with? two usually. 73. Do you sleep with stuffed animals? not anymore. 74. How many stuffed animals do you think you have? probably a good amount but they’re all in the attic. 75. Favourite animal? i love pretty much all animals but i love dogs/wolves/foxes. 76. What colour is your underwear? white. 77. Chocolate or Vanilla? why not both? 78. Favourite ice cream flavour? chocolate peanut butter swirl or mint chocolate chip. 79. What colour shirt are you wearing? reddish-magentaish? 80. What colour pants? blue. 81. Favourite tv show? my favorite of all time will always be siberia. 82. Favourite movie? twister or edward scissor hands 83. Mean Girls or Mean Girls 2? mean girls. 84. Mean Girls or 21 Jump Street? I’ve never seen 21 jump street all the way through so mean girls again. 85. Favourite character from Mean Girls? don’t really have one, but if i had to pick, janis. 86. Favourite character from Finding Nemo? crush because who doesn’t love stoner turtles? 87. First person you talked to today? i think it was my mom. 88. Last person you talked to today? one of the many sarahs i call my friends. 89. Name a person you hate? if i say it i’ll probably get arrested lmfao. 90. Name a person you love? @riones-lair :* 91. Is there anyone you want to punch in the face right now? i’m always ready to punch someone. 92. In a fight with someone? not that i know of. 93. How many sweatpants do you have? probably 5 or 6. 94. How many sweaters/hoodies do you have? an unnecessary amount. probably 17 or 18. we collect hoodies like they're going out of style. 95. Last movie you watched? probably one of the harry potter movies 96. Favourite actress? don’t really have one. 97. Favourite actor? johnny depp because of edward scissorhands. 98. Do you tan a lot? no, i burn and i burn badly. 99. Have any pets? niko who is a massive neapolitan mastiff that farts a lot. 100. How are you feeling? sleepy and in pain. 101. Do you type fast? when i get really into doing something i can type so fast you would not believe. 102. Do you regret anything from your past? a lot of things, but the past is the past. can’t do anything about it. 103. Can you spell well? i like to think i do. 104. Do you miss anyone from your past? of course, but they’re in the past for a reason. 105. Ever been to a bonfire party? a few times, my grandmother has a big backyard and we’d have bonfires back there. 106. Ever broken someone’s heart? i don’t think so. 107. Have you ever been on a horse? yes, his name was macaroni and i loved him very much. 108. What should you be doing? SLEEPING. 109. Is something irritating you right now? the slight headache i have going on. 110. Have you ever liked someone so much it hurt? once but then i realized it wasn’t worth the pain. 111. Do you have trust issues? didn’t i get asked this before? but yes. 112. Who was the last person you cried in front of? i don’t remember physically but while talking to someone it was quartz, aidan, and aidan’s girlfriend sarah. 113. What was your childhood nickname? usually only ever called kate. 114. Have you ever been out of your province/state? farthest i’ve ever been out of state is alabama. 115. Do you play the Wii? i used to, not so much anymore. 116. Are you listening to music right now? i was but now i’m watching a twitch stream. 117. Do you like chicken noodle soup? yesssss. 118. Do you like Chinese food? certain types make me sick but for the most part yes. 119. Favourite book? the entire Maximum Ride series. 120. Are you afraid of the dark? not really? 121. Are you mean? really only if people are mean to me. 122. Is cheating ever okay? no. never. 123. Can you keep white shoes clean? for a while, all shoes inevitably get dirty. 124. Do you believe in love at first sight? yes. 125. Do you believe in true love? yes. 126. Are you currently bored? somewhat. 127. What makes you happy? drawing, writing, talking to people that care about me. 128. Would you change your name? if i could get my full first name shortened to my nickname that’d be good enough for me. 129. What your zodiac sign? capricoooooorn. 130. Do you like subway? sweet onion chicken teriyaki all the way. 131. Your best friend of the opposite sex likes you, what do you do? tell him i have a boyfriend and that he should have said something like a year and a half ago lmfao. 132. Who’s the last person you had a deep conversation with? pretty sure i was asked this too? but yeah, aidan. 133. Favourite lyrics right now? “i am so homesick for someone that i never knew/ i am so homesick now for someplace that i’ll never be” 134. Can you count to one million? it’ll take forever, but yeah. 135. Dumbest lie you ever told? i’ve told a bunch of stupid fucking lies holy shit. 136. Do you sleep with your doors open or closed? closed. 137. How tall are you? 5′6″, i’m short. 138. Curly or Straight hair? wavy. 139. Brunette or Blonde? dirty blonde. 140. Summer or Winter? winter. 141. Night or Day? night 142. Favourite month? october. 143. Are you a vegetarian? absolutely not. 144. Dark, milk or white chocolate? milk and white. 145. Tea or Coffee? tea. 146. Was today a good day? surprisingly, yes. 147. Mars or Snickers? you’re asking mars or mars. snickers, though. 148. What’s your favourite quote? as corny as it is, i love “don’t cry because it’s over, smile because it happened.” 149. Do you believe in ghosts? definitely. 150. Get the closest book next to you, open it to page 42, what’s the first line on that page? “Up!” - The Lake House

#here you go sara #cutesymikey

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