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relenafanel · 4 years

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Local, Mediocre Talent: A Meet-Ugly AU

Geralt/Jaskier

Find it on Ao3: Local, Mediocre Talent by relenafanel

For the Modern AU Challenge. Week 1: Meet-Ugly

Tag: witcherauseptember

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“They’re setting up for the live band,” Geralt observed, finishing his pint of ale in one long swallow and gesturing to Eskel to hurry up. “Let’s go.”

“They’re supposed to be decent,” Eskel answered, his body language saying he was hunkering down and had no intention of going anywhere. He took a casual drink from his own glass, still half full as a pointed gesture.

Geralt snorted, not believing that for a second. Eskel was fucking with him. “I don’t need the assault on my senses. The—“ he gestured around the pub “—is bad enough. Add some local, mediocre talent covering the best of the 90s and it becomes unbearable.”

“EXCUSE ME!”

Geralt barely had time to react before some brightly dressed and way too loud (visually and auditory) guy got in his face. The guy was lucky that Geralt wasn’t the type of person to greet people getting into his personal space aggressively with his fists. He made a sound in warning anyway.

“Have you even heard us?” the stranger demanded, half-draped across the table so he could stare directly into Geralt’s face, his pointer finger an inch from Geralt’s nose.

Geralt knew he should be taking it as a threat, but it was a laughable one. He considered chomping his teeth just for the amusement of it. “No.”

“Then maybe you should leave so someone else can have your table! I don’t need to be universally liked, but this is just insulting! You’re just. Sitting there. Complaining about a band you’ve never even heard of, right in front of the lead singer by the way, like some kind of hot but rude jackass.”

“I’m trying to leave,” Geralt answered, shooting Eskel a significant look. Eskel, the ass, just looked like he was seconds away from bursting into laughter.

“Try harder,” the guy suggested, straightening and digging into the shoulder bag he was carrying. He drew out a CD in a cardboard sleeve and a gold sharpie, scribbling something on the cardboard and flicking it in front of Geralt. “Gratuit for you, darling. Maybe you’ll learn some taste.”

The man could do scathing sarcasm. Geralt would give him that.

Geralt stood, picking up the CD automatically, maybe out of some long-remembered politeness of taking something handed to him. It was also the reason he kept finding fliers in the front seat of his car. “If this is your idea of taste,” he said to the guy, gesturing to his vibrant sequin shirt, “then I’m better off without any.”

He walked out, enjoying the affronted gasp behind him way more than he should.

***

Of course, the joke was on him two weeks later when halfway through his drive through the Mahakam mountains, his truck radio gave out. Geralt, typically not the biggest fan of music, had been using it to mask the death rattle coming from Roach’s undercarriage.

He didn’t have the money to fix her until he finished this contract, and as someone who took care of his belongings it was an aggravating reminder of his failures.

With a sigh, he half-remembered where he’d thrown the CD from the night with the annoying musician, and one-handedly dug it out from the garbage. He shoved it into the CD player with little fanfare.

***

By his trip back, Geralt had listened to the CD a total of three times and had to admit it was okay.

***

(Which, from Geralt, regarding music, was pretty much the equivalent of praise.)

***

Geralt turned the key to start the ignition, tensed as always that this might be the time Roach didn’t start. Once again, she came through for him and the music came on automatically.

“What’s this?” Eskel asked pointedly, his tone and expression telling Geralt that he knew exactly what it was.

“Don’t.”

“Oh, I will,” Eskel retorted, but then didn’t follow it up with any ribbing, which was frankly more disturbing than if he had. It told Geralt he was planning.

Fuck.

***

Geralt had listened to the CD countless times over the course of the month it took to save up enough to fix Roach. Without the rattling, he no longer needed the music to distract his ears, and he popped the CD out of his dashboard like a man freed.

It was the first time he actually looked at the cardboard sleeve. It was just a stylized silhouette of a musician with the band’s name, website, and social media.

To my #1 fan

Jaskier

Fuck, he could hear the tone it was meant in. That scathing sarcasm that landed like paint thinner. Despite the tone, or maybe because of, he could feel the burst of pleasure in his chest.

He was halfway through scrolling through the band’s Instagram before realizing what he was doing, seeking out pictures of Jaskier. He realized, suddenly, that he’d been listening to the man’s voice for over a month.

Geralt closed his eyes.

Fuck.

He closed the app.

***

(He may have accidentally followed the band’s page.

Then he may have accidentally found Jaskier’s page and followed that too. The man had 3,000 followers, he wouldn’t notice another one.

He may have also accidentally liked a picture, but no more than two.

Fuck, three.

But Geralt was old and social media confused him. Wasn’t his fault.)

***

“This is a lovely jacket,” Jaskier said, somewhere behind Geralt. “I love a man who feels confident wearing leather.”

A pause.

“Oh, you’ve mistaken me, I’m flirting with your jacket. Leather looks a bit like I’m playing dress-up in daddy’s clothes when I wear it. I get leather-envy.”

Geralt closed his eyes for a moment, trying to work through too many things going through his brain. First and foremost was the realization of how easily he’d known that voice, despite only hearing Jaskier speak that once (and also every time he’d introduced the bonus “work in progress” track on the CD). Second was what Jaskier was saying.

Geralt had a leather jacket. Geralt also wanted to hit his head against the table for thinking that in the context of listening to Jaskier flirt.

Third, he realized that this had been what Eskel had been planning: secretly orchestrating Geralt meeting Jaskier again.

Fuck. He wasn’t ready for this. He wasn’t even wearing his nice shirt.

He wasn’t even wearing his nice shirt?! The idea he cared if he was wearing his nice shirt or not was the last, and worst, of all the realizations.

Jaskier walked by their table and then paused, backtracked, and looked at Geralt. “I know you.”

Geralt nodded, not far enough into his crisis to actually talk with Jaskier.

“Oh” Jaskier said, and his shoulders slumped. “Right. The gorgeous man who hates local music. I wasted a CD on you.”

“Not wasted,” Eskel said, while Geralt was trying to formulate a way to say ‘I think I was wrong, and maybe am into you’ in a normal way. Jaskier thought he was gorgeous and Geralt had a crush and a lasting bad impression. “He listened to it. Didn’t you, Geralt?”

“Did you?”

“It was good,” Geralt tried. He didn’t miss that Eskel had managed to drop his name, casually, which made him forgive almost the entire plot of dragging him here in the first place.

Jaskier’s face lit up, which was -- fuck. “Did you?” he preened, leaning close to Geralt just like he had the first time. “Was it?”

“I… liked it.”

“Praise!” Jaskier crowed, slipping into the booth next to Geralt so his knee was pressed firmly against Geralt’s thigh. “My bread and butter. Do it again.”

His hand landed on Geralt’s knee in a way that was less to steady himself and more as a flirtation. It was something Geralt should and would discourage, right after he finished leaning into it.

“I listened to it in my truck. Every day for a month.”

And that. Wasn’t great, was it? If the way Eskel took a drink from his pint to hide his amusement was any indication, it wasn’t great.

Jaskier blinked. Then his expression shifted from teasing to thoughtful. “Do you normally listen to music in your truck?”

“The radio, sometimes.”

Jaskier tilted his head to the side. “Then that is praise. Thank you.”

Geralt nodded, dropping his hand so the tip of his finger brushed against Jaskier’s. He’d always been better with physical flirting, anyway. When he tried flirting, his banter tended to have barbs.

Jaskier looked down at his hand. “Huh.”

***

“Hi I’m Jaskier. We’re going to try something new tonight: being a 90s cover band! First up, a cover of the 90s hit Baby’s Got Back, because there’s a man in the audience whose attention I’m trying to get, and I never know what’s too far. And Baby, he’s got Back. Second, we’ll go for the Spice Girls Wannabe My Lover, because I totally Googled 90s music before getting up here and both of them were in the first results and I’m trying to make a point. What? It’s called Wannabe? Fine. Corrected.”

“Sorry,” Eskel said beside Geralt, looking pained at the spectacle Jaskier was making.

That was the thing. Geralt should hate the attention, but.

But.

Eskel looked over at him and his frown grew deeper. “Are you smiling?”

“No,” he lied, because even if his mouth wasn’t stretched into a grin, Eskel knew him well enough and for long enough to recognize that Geralt didn’t hate what was happening. He wasn’t not smiling.

On stage, Jaskier reached over to grab a phone offered to him by the bass player. “Oh! Oh! Essi just reminded me of Damn, I Wish I Was Your Lover, like the good bro she is. Yes. That. A better suggestion than Spice Girls. I mean, I don’t really care if you want to get with my friends. Essi isn’t even into men.”

The drummer smashed the cymbals, making Jaskier jump.

“That’s my cue that I’ve taken the gag too far. We’re not actually doing 90s night, but thanks for not immediately booing us off stage! And Geralt, maybe if you could slide into my DMs on Insta?”

“Joke’s on him for thinking you have Instagram,” Eskel observed. He was already done his drink and looked like he was ready to leave after sitting as the third party to some truly awkward flirting.

Geralt didn’t say anything.

“You have Instagram?” Eskel realized. “Let me guess, next you’re going to tell me you know what sliding into someone’s DMs means.”

Geralt shrugged.

Eskel squinted at him. “You didn’t get a smartphone until 2015. You think Tinder is for pyromaniacs.”

Geralt shrugged again.

“Wooooo,” Jaskier said on stage, holding up both his phone and the chorus of the song he was singing. “We have contact! Geralt says: Hi. Thank you everyone in this room for putting up with my nonsense! You have great energy. Hold on, I’m just going to...” he said, typing into his phone. “Tell me what to say!”

The audience seemed to be used to Jaskier engaging with them, because a few yelled out suggestions, including one outright filthy potential sext that Jaskier gave a ‘are you really?’ glance to. “Oh! I know.”

Jaskier: You really do have a great butt. I noticed when you left.

Geralt: You sure you’re not flirting with my leather jacket?

Geralt watched as Jaskier read the message and then floundered a little in surprise.

Geralt: I’ll wear it if you want.

Geralt: Maybe tomorrow night?

“YES!” Jaskier replied out loud. “Yes! I have a date for tomorrow night. Now, we should maybe re-start this song?”

“Stop looking so smug,” Eskel grumbled, stealing Geralt’s beer and downing it.

#witcherauseptember #geralt of rivia #jaskier #geraskier #the witcher #meet-ugly

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swiss-cheeze · 4 years

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What Gube Wore || Matthew Gray Gubler

Request: YES/NO: I asked the Instagram account whatgublerwore if I was able to use a few of their posts (as well as a few I asked for specifically) and they agreed!

Gender: they/them, none.

Warnings: uh, cute? Kissing, Gube being Gube.

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‘Can we go for a walk?’ you had asked, ‘of course, after I finish learning this scene babe,’ he said. Oh yeah, walk, AN HOUR AGO. All you wanted to do was to take a walk in the nearby park, frolic in the flowers and then walk home in the dark with Matthews arm wrapped around your shoulders as you try not to fall asleep on him.

That's it, that's all.

You loved him with every fibre of your being, for five years of course you did, DO. But goddamn can Gube be annoying.

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Puppy.

Fish.

Matthew at a red carpet two years ago.

Criminal Minds.

Cosplay.

Puppies.

This is what graced your instagram page as you scrolled through that little magnifying glass at the bottom of your screen. Scrolling. Scrolling. Scrolling. God, it was endless! You let out a little huff as you put your arm down beside you, phone still in hand, and let your head fall back on the top of the couch. You could hear Matthew rehearsing upstairs for one of the newer movies he recently got cast in; Gube did allow you to rehearse lines with him every now and then when he needed it, bounding down the stairs with a ‘BABE HELP’ before shoving the paper into your chest, telling you what to read and where to end before bounding back up to his office for another few hours, however that was not the case today. Picking up the dreaded block of wires and battery you scrolled to the top of the discovery page, pulled down and waited for the pictures to load, however as soon as the pictures did load, one caught your eye. You cocked an eyebrow as you pressed on it; a half picture of Gube and the shirt he had on and the other half was the shirt he was wearing in the picture.

‘Whatgublewore’, was the name. You cocked an eyebrow as you clicked onto the profile, and sure enough there was 29 posts of shirts that Gube had worn, that teddy bear face coin purse (you swore you saw that purse not a day ago), sweatshirts, jackets, a cup and that orange and black scarf of his you loved. They were all there including the real names as well as ebay listings or prices from the actual website, you couldn't help the smile that spread on your face as you went through every single post, looking at the listings as well as the names and liking the ones you, well...liked, obviously. It didn't cross your mind that yourself and Matthew had been out about your relationship for the past 4 years and whoever ran the account would see that ‘(Y/n)_Gube’ would be liking their posts...whoops? You shrugged at the thought as you finally got to the end of the posts, and followed the account as a devious plan crossed your mind, an evil grin replaced the previous happy smirk as you got off the leather couch and bounced to Matthews office.

“Guuubbeeee~” you sang from outside the door with the ‘shave and a haircut’ knock. You could hear the rustling of Matthew as he put down his script, possibly his journal, what sounded like a few pencils and another book? (possibly his art book?). The oak door opened and you were met with a disheveled looking Matthew; hair sticking in every angle and matted, sweaty, but still smiling.

“Hey darling, you okay?” he asked, you gave out a laugh as you pushed Matthew back into the room and walked straight for the unopened window.

“You have to learn to open the window in this room Gube, remember last time?” you questioned as you opened the window, a nice gust of wind rustling the sill, curtains and loose papers as Matthew let out a soft sigh from the sudden coldness in the room.

“What? Me passing out? No not at all,” Matthew said with a laugh as he played with his shirt before sitting back down in front of his desk and picking up a blue colour pencil, you shook your head as your devious plan rolled itself onto its back in your mind.

“Gube, you said we would go for a walk when you finished the scene!” you huffed softly like a little child as the scratching of Matthews pencil came to a halt and he placed his head in his hands on his desk, your face fell. He was exhausted, “oh...babe,”

“Im sorry,” the small whisper came from Matthew as he rubbed his hands over his face, “Darling i am really sorry,”

“Oh sweets,” you mumbled as you padded softly to the man in front of you, your hands coming onto Matthews shoulders and rubbing the tension and knots out of them, Matthew groaning appreciatively, “come on babe, it's not too late; let's go for a walk to the park and get some ice cream” you kissed the side of Matthews head softly before going lower down his ear. Leaving butterfly kisses to the side of his neck, down his collarbone before giving a little nip and quickly kissing your boyfriend's cheek, his hearty laugh bubbling from his throat.

“Yeah come on, grab some shoes let's go to the park,” Matthew said happily as he stood up but you blocked his walk way, a cocked eyebrow was all you got.

“Can I wear your Coach Western Parka with fringe from the 2018 fall slash winter collection?” you questioned with a shit eating grin, Matthews mouth dropped open for a moment before closing, opening, closing and opening again as his finger came up to point at you, took a breath before clothing his mouth again.

“My what?” Matthew questioned, completely oblivious and confused, you giggled.

“That jacket you wore to the Horse Girl premier earlier this year!” your excited voice rang out, Matthew winced slightly with a laugh.

“Right, that one, of course! How could i forget” Matthew said with a laugh as he put a finger in his ear and wiggled it, “huh? I'm sorry? What? I can't hear you, my girlfriend made me deaf” Matthew said with a laugh as you giggled with him, giving a little ‘im sorry’ before Matthew shook his head and quickly picked you up, throwing you over his shoulder and walking to your shared bedroom. Your loud screams of ‘GUBE’, ‘PUT ME DOWN’, and ‘TWIG’ seemed to go on deaf (pun definitely intended) ears as you hit Matthews butt softly, after a few seconds of Matthew walking (seemingly taking the long route to the bedroom) you started to just play with his nice rounded butt, hitting it like bongos while making ‘boop boop boop’ sounds. “You good back there?” Matthews asked, aliebt loud so you could hear what he was saying.

“Perfectly fine besides the dizziness of my blood rushing to my head!” you said with a laugh before Matthew finally got to the bedroom and placed you down on the shared bed, walking to the wardrobe he found the jacket you requested and threw it to you from across the room before the two of you started moving around the room/house; grabbing shoes, keys, purses or wallets as well as Matthew quickly shoving on a jumper he left from earlier in the day before heading out the door for a nice relaxing walk...plus ice cream!

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About a week passed since you asked specifically for Matthews clothing and since then you hadn't asked for them by name, just taking what you wanted because you knew Gube wouldn't mind either way, but as the two of you where getting ready to go shop in a few new thrift stores as well as the newly opened ‘The Smell Of Old Books And Coffee’ cafe; buy, read or rent books while drinking your favourite drink or cakes, only rule? You spill it, you buy it. You grinned as you swiped through that same instagram page before finally landing on something good, you liked the photo, read the title a few times and then closed the app and your phone and shoving it into your jeans pocket as Matthew walked into the bedroom.

“You ready doll?” Matthew asked as he put away a few of your stray shirts, you smiled.

“Yeah, can i just borrow your Vintage Tuak Canada Wool Sweater?” you asked with a devilish grin as Matthews face broke out in a smile too.

“Okay, what's up with you?” Matthew asked as he stood in front of you, “how do you know all these names suddenly that I can't even remember or know?”

“I have my ways~” you singed, “gray zip up sweater with what looks like brown snowflakes on it,” you said describing the jacket, Matthews eyebrows rose in confusion.

“Gotta give me-”

“You spilt orange juice on it when we went on a breakfast date in the winter two years ag-”

“YEP OKAY” Matthew said quickly, remembering the embarrassing moment instantly, you laughed as you put a finger in your ear and wiggled it.

“I'm sorry? Did you say something? I think my boyfriend screamed so loud HE MADE ME DEAF” you yelled at the end of your sentence jokingly as Matthew rubbed the sweater on your face, muffling your laugh.

“Blah blah!” Matthew said as you took the jumper and slid it on, zipping it up halfway before walking out with Spencer to the shops, your evil plan still dwindling in your mind.

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You waited another two, almost three weeks before asking for another article of clothing; this time it was for an radio interview for the both of you, ‘celebrities and their relationships: Matthew Gray Gubler and (Y/n) (L/n)!’.

“BAAAABBBBBEEEEEEE” your loud voice rang out from the kitchen as you heard the tell tale sign of Matthew footsteps moving towards you, his head popping out from a doorway making you laugh as his hair bounced.

“Wassup?” Matthew questioned.

“Can I wear your blue blue japan woven rayon MT. fuji & sakura fubuki short sleeve shirt?” you questioned, “jesus christ that was a mouthful i didn't even think i would get out,” you said with a deep breath and a laugh, Matthew was laughing too with that beautiful smile of his.

“You gotta tell me what shirt that is love,” Matthew said as he finally came to lean against the door frame.

“Blue shirt, you wore it in japan for your book tour,” you said with a grin, “cherry blossom petals-”

“GOT IT” Matthew exclaimed from the hallway as he ran to the bedroom, you waited a few moments and sipped at the juice you had in front of you before hearing Matthews footsteps coming back and into the kitchen with the shirt you requested.

“Thank youuu~” you kissed Matthews cheek on your tiptoes before pulling the shirt over your head and tucking it into your pants.

“You gonna tell me how you know the names of all of these shirts or still keep me in the dark?” Matthew asked as he fingered the collar of your (his) shirt.

“Imma keep you in the dark a little longer” you said with a sigh and sweet smile before Matthew rolled his eyes teasingly and beant to kiss your forehead.

“Alright fine, you gotta tell me soon though” Matthew mumbled softly, you kissed the man's chin as it was the only thing you could reach with his lips on your forehead.

“I will, promise” you said softly, “I just like messing with you, you know that,” Matthew finally released your forehead as you looked at him, your eyes beamed with love and mischief as Matthew smiled before tugging you out of the house and towards the interview.

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Again a few weeks past before you asked for another article of clothing of Spencers, this time it was for a cute little local carnival that the two of you agreed to go to, and you just thought this little number would be cute for people to see, so, you bounced to Matthew who was in the kitchen pouring a cup of coffee.

“Oh no, did the body come back alive?” Matthew asked as he added sugar with a grin.

“Oh shit yeah, i had to uh, kill someone else cuz they saw me burying the other one” you said with a laugh, this was an inside joke of course and you two didnt actually kill anyone, Matthew laughed as he took a mouthful of his coffee and leant against the kitchen counter.

“Okay, what do you want this time my little duckling?” Matthew asked, the nickname made you grin wider at the irony.

“Since we’re about to leave for the carnival~” you singsonged as you cozied up to Matthew, him looking down at you with such love and adoration, “could i wear your Ralph Lauren Mallard Sweater?” you asked with a knowing look.

“And what sweater is this exactly?” Matthew asked as he kissed the top of your head and wrapped his arms around you, coffee cup still in hand.

“The ducks!” you happily exclaimed, Matthew made a ‘ah’ sound.

“Should've known,” Matthew laughed, “i'll go grab it while you pack the car?” your boyfriend asked, you gave a nod, kissed his cheek and bounced off to the car to start packing. A few minutes passed and of course Matthew came out with the sweater of your request, handed it to you, gave you a loving kiss against the car and then got in; driving off to the carnival.

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The two of you flopped through the door of Matthews ‘haunted tree house’, showbags, teddies and food tucked under each of your arms and a few bags in your mouth for extra space (Matthew had laughed when he asked where the last few bags would go and suggested a second trip but of course, you being you said two trips where for losers and simply opened your mouth, and of course Matthew didn't say no). The bags rustled as they where put down on the couch and you stood around for a little, taking in the day as you pulled out your phone and scrolled through the numerous photos you had taken; on the ferris wheel, darts, milk bottles, a few with fans (those made you smile the most).

“Why are you smiling at your phone doll?” Matthew asked as he somehow morphed next to you, you grinned.

“The photos from today,” you showed the photos on your phone to Matthew who giggled at a few and pointed into some others at peoples passing faces that he thought was funny, but, his laugh was caught short when you swiped across for another photo without realising that that new photo was of Matthews Cherry Blossom shirt, and it was an instagram screenshot.

“Babe whats that?” he took your phone as you protested against him, swiping for the piece of tech, Matthew swiped a few more times and sure enough there was more, specifically of the previous items of clothing you'd asked for in the passing week. He turned to you with a confused look, “okay, cats out of the bag, what's this?” Matthew questioned, you huffed slightly but agreed, the cat was indeed out of the bag.

“Okay okay, i found this account,” you paused and took the phone from Matthew and moved it to Instagram, “here,” you showed the account to Matthew who idly scrolled through the few hundred posts, “they came across my suggested page and i thought they were so cool,” you shrugged feeling slightly embarrassed, “they do a lot of research for what you wear and have and i think it's just a really cool thing that they do and other people also buy what you've worn and it gets those brands out to more people and all of that good stuff and...yeah” you shrugged, “i'm sorry” you mumbled.

“What? No sweetheart, don't say sorry, this is like amazing!” Matthew exclaimed as he brought you in for a hug, “this account is amazing,” Matthew reached into his pocket and brought out his own phone and found the clothing account, “‘Whatgublewore’?” he laughed, “that's one way to put it,” and with that Matthew followed the account as he handed back your own phone.

“You do realise the heart attack you're going to give that person who runs that account right?” you asked with a chortful laugh as Matthew had realisation all over his face.

“Shit,” he thought for a moment.

“Send them a message Gube,” you said knowingly with a laugh.

“RIGHT, yeah that would be a good idea wouldn't it?” Matthew said with a laugh and a smile as he brought up the messaging box.

‘Hello!

Yes this is the real Matthew Gray Gubler.

Thank you so much for this account! It's amazing that my fans do these sorts of things, it's slightly weird but weird is good. (Y/n) found your account and for the past few weeks has been asking for certain shirts, jumpers and sweaters with their exact names because of your account!

It's amazing that you've done this and I encourage you to continue.

Don't be afraid to message me if you get stuck, i can send photos of the tags and...stuff, lol.

Thanks,

Gube.’

“How's that?” Matthew asked you, you scanned the message and smiled.

“I think they’ll love it,” you said with a nod, Matthew grinned as he sent the message and turned off his phone.

“Well i think that's enough phone time for one day,” Matthew said he he plucked your phone from your hands amongst your protests, “how about we go up to our room with all the candy we've got, watch movies and eat ourselves into a sugar rush slash sugar coma”

“That sounds brilliant” you agreed as the two of you started gathering the candy into one bag (leaving the others on the couch for you to deal with tomorrow), grabbing a water bottle each from the fridge you always have stored (reusable don't worry) and headed up to your shared room to start binge watching...well, whatever you wanted really.

#criminal minds #spencer reid #derek morgan #jj #penelopie garcia #david rossi #aaron hotchner #emily prentiss #matthew gray gubler #matthew gray gubler fic #matthew gray gubler x reader #mgg x reader #mgg

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zootopiathingz · 4 years

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Siblings’ Quest

Part Three: Got a Secret, Can They Keep It?

Candace glanced over at the staircase a couple times, continuously thinking her stepbrother was coming down. She and Phineas were both baffled by his behavior an hour ago, and though they wanted to confront him, they were preoccupied with their 'research'. Candace was sitting on the couch, looking through the yearbooks while Phineas was on the floor with his laptop.

"I can't believe how common the last name Flynn is." She sighed, "I mean, seriously, 20 Flynns graduated Danville University the same year?!" She tossed the yearbook aside and rubbed her forehead frustratedly. She didn't think it would've been this difficult finding her father.

Phineas scrolled through endless websites with a vacant expression. "Could've been worse. Could've been a Smith." He said. After a while, he sat up a bit and turned to his sister, "Do you think maybe we're not having any luck because Mom doesn't want us finding out about Dad?"

"What do you mean?" She asked.

The redhead looked aside, "Well, these yearbooks were easy to find. If our dad was really in them, you think she would've hid them better with the way she acted earlier."

Candace stared at the yearbooks for a moment, then slapped herself in realization. "Of course. Mom never said it was at the college!" She exclaimed, "She just said she met Dad 'cause of her noisy apartment neighbors! This whole fucking time I thought she meant— ugh, this is pointless."

Phineas shook his head and sat on the couch next to her. "Oh, don't say that, sis. We'll still find him...somehow." He said with a sigh, "We just need to keep searching, without any idea of what he looks like or even what his first name is."

She looked at the front door, tapping her fingers on her knee. "Hey, what time did Mom day she'd be home?"

"I dunno." He shrugged, "Later this afternoon, I guess. Why?"

Candace remained silent, only shaking her head in response to his question. In all honesty, the last thing she needed was her mother to get in the way. She loved her mom, but she didn't trust her. With the topic of her biological father, anyway.

Instead of answering, she spoke up in reminiscence, "I remember one of the last times I ever saw Dad."

Phineas tilted his head curiously as she went on, "He came home from work one day, saying he had a surprise for me. Next thing I knew, he gave me one of the most precious things I own."

"Your Mr. Miggins teddy bear?" He asked.

She chuckled, "Close, but no, I've had that since I was born. He gave me my Ducky Momo plushie."

Phineas stared solemnly at her. He knew that Ducky Momo was her entire childhood, and even in adulthood, she held onto all the merchandise—especially the plush doll. No wonder she was so attached to it. It was the last memory she had of her father.

Now there was nothing more Phineas wanted than to find out who he was.

"He sounds great." He smiled softly, "I wish I could've met him."

"Me too. You would've loved him." She said, smiling at her brother, "He would be so proud of you."

Ferb was just about to take a step down the stairs, but ultimately decided against it, figuring it was just better to stay in his room for a while. He quietly walked down the hallway into the shared bedroom and sat on his bed. Honestly, they're wasting their time. Their father could be anyone, anywhere. If he really cared about them, he would've shown up a long time ago. He thought, pulling out a box from under the bed.

Inside the little cardboard box was a stack of photos, papers, little crafts, and a blankie. Sighing, he rummaged through the items, pulling out one specific photo that caught his eye. He examined it with sad eyes.

The picture was a man and woman, holding their newborn baby in their arms. The man was tall, with brown hair and glasses on his big nose. The woman, wearing a ripped white gown, had long green hair, crooked teeth, and baggy eyes. The baby, with only a few green hairs atop his head, had his father's nose and his mother's big blue eyes.

Of all the pictures in the box, Ferb questioned why he even bothered keeping this one. It meant nothing to him now. It was old, dusty, forgotten by everyone. By the woman, by the man. By everyone.

Except the baby.

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sharinluna · 5 years

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MLQC Translation Excerpt(End of Ch 17 ~ Beginning of Ch 18)

DO NOT COPY, QUOTE, REPOST OR REBLOG THIS ANYWHERE. Links are okay but I don’t want this post to spread too much in other communities or websites.

This is rather short, but I’m running out of time so:

This is not a full translation, only some parts. It’s more like a abbreviation/summary/paraphrasing of some parts of the story. Do not ask me to translate more or reveal more plots in the story.

The translation is based on KR version text. I’m not a professional translator and get things wrong. So do not regard this as the actual canon story.

I used Yōurán as the name of MC because that is the unofficial default MC’s name in CN version.

It’s strongly recommended that you read the previous translations if you want to understand what’s going on.

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I turned on the TV, there was news about the flu as usual. But they said that the patients were getting better. They found a way to control the influenza and there were some breakthroughs in finding the cure. Due to this happy news, the festival that was cancelled was planned to open again.

I went to the window and could hear cheerful shouts. It seemed like the festival was about to start.

When I turned around. I found a white envelope on the table that was empty before.

Yōurán: Who’s there?!

I looked around carefully, but there was no one in the house but me.

I opened the letter. In black stationary were the words: <14:20, I will send my honest blessing among the crowds.> The letter was signed “Queen”

Yōurán: Queen…

That’s what the Black Swan called me. Did they send this letter?

Yōurán: Among the crowds…

I looked out the window again where there were laughter and cheers.

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I arrived at the central square. The crowds cheered as the parade went on but I couldn’t join in the enthusiasm. Then I saw the woman that I had saved the other day from getting hit by a bus. She went up to the front of the stage to make a speech.

The Woman: I thank you all for coming. This festival was made possible by…

I didn’t know that the woman I saved was the chief organizer of this festival.

Yōurán: She seems well. I’m glad...

The Woman: …for the happiness of everyone in Loveland City. Our future will-

She stopped in the middle of her speech. One second, two seconds, three seconds… she didn’t continue. She hung her head low, so people couldn’t see her face.

Audience A: Why did she stop?

Audience B: Did the microphone go out?

She finally looked up. Her face was pale and twisted. The corners of her mouth twitched to form the most blood-curdling smile. A sharp shriek came from her mouth.

The Woman: Enjoy what little time is left… for the end of the world is near!!

The speaker erupted out a deafening noise that was enough to drive the audience to silence. The sense of foreboding washed over me.

Yōurán: Excuse me! Let me through!

I pushed through the crowds toward the stage. I had to put a stop to this.

The time on the clock reached 14:20.

The woman screamed and I froze in my tracks. Blood was pouring out of her eyes. What was more terrifying was that her mouth was still smiling in that eerie way. Like a marionette that lost its string, she crumbled to the floor. The confetti that had been pre-programmed to fall at the end of speech sprinkled down like colorful snow. The woman had stopped breathing.

The Crowd: She’s dead!

Panic shook the crowd and everyone ran this way and that, screaming in terror. I could only stare numbly at the stage.

??: Did you think that you could change the future?

A voice whispered in my ear.

Yōurán: Who is it?!

I looked around but no one was near. Everyone was trying to get far away from the dead woman.

??: You can never change what will happen.

Yōurán: Who the hell are you?!

There was no answer.

The woman on the stage lay dead. She may have escaped her demise for a while, but fate caught up to her. I thought I changed the future, but in the end, nothing changed and everything turned out the way it was destined to be.

Yōurán: This is all my fault…

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A white beam of light came down and lifted me into the air. The sky and earth reversed and I fell down to an empty black space.

I walked toward the light I could see in the distance. I soon came across a mirror. I touched the glass surface, and it rippled like it was a lake and my reflection appeared.

My Shadow in the Mirror: We meet at last.

My appearance in the mirror spoke. Her voice was very soft.

Yōurán: Why did you try to see me?

My Shadow in the Mirror: It’s pretty tough for you, right? You feel helpless because you can’t change the foreseen future. You got betrayed and lost so many people…

Yōurán: How do you know all that?

My Shadow in the Mirror: Because I am you. I know what you think. I feel how you feel. But you can do nothing to change the future.

Yōurán: Is there something you know? Please tell me!

My Shadow in the Mirror: Soon, the human race will cease to exist. Everything you care about, everything you feel attached to, they will be gone.

She spoke very calmly as if she wasn’t talking about the end of the world.

My Shadow in the Mirror: But if you were to do one thing, everyone can be saved.

Yōurán: How do I do that?

My Shadow in the Mirror: …by sacrificing your life.

I took a step back.

Yōurán: This doesn’t make sense at all…

She stepped out of the mirror and grabbed me.

My Shadow in the Mirror: Did you think that peace would come on its own and a bright and happy future would happen without lifting a finger?

Yōurán: I don’t want to hear this anymore.

My Shadow in the Mirror: The world is facing calamity. Human civilization will be wiped out. Everyone will die, but death is not the end. It means a new beginning.

Yōurán: I cannot agree with that…

I struggled to get away from her but it was no use.

My Shadow in the Mirror: Remember, it takes all the running you can do, just to keep in the same place. And Queen is the last puzzle of evolution.

Yōurán: Queen…

My Shadow in the Mirror: You are Queen. And I am you. Queen’s duty and fate was in front of your eyes all the time.

I looked at my face. It was the same face but the eyes held no mercy.

My Shadow in the Mirror: There is little time left for humanity. Will you sacrifice yourself? Or will you sacrifice everyone else instead?

She disappeared into the darkness.

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When I opened my eyes, I was standing alone on the street. No one could be seen. I was alone in the center of the city.

The virus was worse than ever. There were casualties now. Half the city was dying sick, the other half was cowering in fear. Death was waiting for everyone. All hope was gone and everyone was dreading the doomsday that would inevitably come.

I scrolled through my contacts. Most of them were unreachable to me.

Victor was still out there time travelling. He said that everything was fine in the future. That had to mean that the virus will be cured, that this was not the end of the world, that everyone is going to live.

What saved everyone from this catastrophe then? Was what she said true? Was I the key to stopping the world from dying?

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I kept wondering about what she said. About what I must do as my duty and fate as Queen. I didn’t want to know if she was right or not.

Then I dreamed that I pushed her away and kept running into the unknown. The place arrived was empty and nothing was in there.

Was this the future that she talked about? The future with no life left on earth. If I refused her and neglected my duty and escaped my fate, would this come to reality?

I wanted to hide. I wanted to run away. People could call me a coward. I just couldn’t face this anymore.

Yōurán: Dad… please tell me what to do…

I thought of the last day I saw him before he died.

Yōurán: Dad… if I can never be brave like you… will you be disappointed in me?

Grandpa Chuck: No, child. Your father will respect your choice.

Yōurán: Grandpa Chuck? How did you come in here?

He sat down next to me and handed me a handkerchief.

Grandpa Chuck: You were lost in the other dimension for a long time. I was worried about you. Is something wrong?

Yōurán: I just missed my father so much… Grandpa, in your memory what was my father like?

Grandpa Chuck: Your father… wasn’t exactly a good father. He tried to make time for you, but he was just too busy. But he was a good man. Thanks to him, I found a reason to keep on living.

I smiled at him. I was proud of my dad. And I was sure he would give me courage to make the right choice.

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Okay, that’s the end. I’ll do the rest of chapter 18 in another time.

MLQC in chapter 1: Run your media company while dating 4 gorgeous men!

MLQC in chapters 12~17: 4 gorgeous men leave you.

MLQC in chapter 18: Sacrifice yourself or everyone else will die.

Before I end this post I will include a short summary of Victor’s Rumors & Secrets.

Rumors & Secrets After Tomorrow

The story is from the perspective of a clown who hands out balloons to children in a theme park. He encounters a tall strange man(Victor) who wears old-fashioned clothes and buys things with credit cards. Who uses credit cards these days? And he still uses cell phones! Weren’t they all in museums? The clown suddenly thinks that the man is either a criminal or a time traveler but waves the thought away thinking that he’s been watching too many sci-fi movies.

He lends Victor his futuristic device and casually mentions the influenza incident ten years ago. According to him, the flu epidemic suddenly came and killed thousands of people including his brother. The doctors couldn’t find a remedy, but one specific day, for reasons unknown, everyone got cured miraculously.

Victor uses the device to research the name Yōurán(MC’s name) but finds nothing. He searches everywhere but finds no trace of her.

The virus vanished mysteriously. And Yōurán doesn’t exist in this world ten years later.

“Will you sacrifice yourself? Or will you sacrifice everyone else instead?”

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marvelmando · 5 years

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tempest [p.parker x o.c.] - nine

notes: posting is my way of procrastinating doing my anthro homework. on a completely different note, i dyed my hair purple. ...it’s been an eventful couple of days, to say the least.

contains: swearing, canon-typical violence

pairing: peter parker + fem! o.c.

word count: 3.6k

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MARIN WOKE UP THE NEXT AFTERNOON DETERMINED TO FIND A SOLUTION TO HER PROBLEM.

The first thing she did was chug down two full glasses of water. Then, feeling much more energized, she left to go to the kitchen. If she was going to do some detective work, she was going to need a lot of brain food.

After snacking, she made her way to an unoccupied computer. She wasn't entirely sure what she planned on finding, but she figured research was the best first step.

Distantly, she recalled the buzz surrounding Midtown's homecoming, and that it was supposed to be that night. She pulled up the school's website, scouring any information on Peter or Spider-Man. Most of the results were about the incident at D.C., which was no help to her. Peter was only mentioned once or twice, but only for things like the band or Decathlon team, and those articles were dated for the previous year.

Exiting out of that website, she tapped lightly against the desk out of habit, trying to think of what to search. After searching up the Vulture, the only articles she found were recounts of the ferry incident, or about the actual bird. None of them revealed anything Marin didn't already know.

Frustrated, she searched up Tony Stark and sorted the page from most recent to last. After scrolling for a minute through headlines discussing everything from Iron Man to his relationship with Pepper Potts, one article caught her eye.

STARK TOWER RELOCATING? OR IS IRON MAN GOING BROKE AFTER SIGNING SOKOVIA ACCORDS?

Marin clicked on it, skimming through. They were relocating the Avenger's tower? With a quick search on Tony's old bodyguard, Marin found Happy Hogan's cellphone number. She jotted it down on a nearby piece of paper and ran to the landline.

She dialed in the number and waited for Happy to pick up.

"Hello?" A gruff voice said on the fourth ring.

"Hi, um, is this Happy Hogan?" Marin chewed on her lip.

"Yes, who's this?" He sounded cross. "And how'd you get my number?"

"Um, Google, sir." She answered. "And I'm... my name's M—Liz, I'm Peter's girlfriend? I know he works for Mr. Stark, and I was calling to check up on him." Marin nearly used her name but realized that Tony had probably told Happy about the crazy mutant that corrupted his protégé.

"Shouldn't he be at school?"

"Yes, and I checked his apartment, and he's not there, so the Tower was the first place I thought to call, since he's always at the internship, anyway."

"Well, actually," Happy's voice pulled away, mumbling something that Marin couldn't distinguish. "Peter lost the internship. Aren't you supposed to know that? As his girlfriend?"

"He... didn't tell me?" Marin winced, both at the terrible lie she'd got caught in and the realization that Peter lost the internship. Of course, she thought, he would lose it too, along with his suit. It only made sense, and Marin cursed herself for not thinking of it before. "But he still might be there, and I'm worried. Are you guys busy? Would you mind if I stopped by to take a quick look?"

"Sorry, kid, moving day's today, and we can't have any more teenagers running around with all this dangerous stuff out."

"Moving? Moving where? And what stuff?"

"Upstate—does Peter tell you anything? And what we're moving is classified, I'm afraid."

Marin laughed. She didn't expect Happy to let her, but she was getting all the information she needed. "Oh, okay. Thanks anyway."

"No problem, kid. Hope he turns up." Happy said. "Hey, be careful with that! That suit costs more than you and I combined!"

Marin heard him say the last part before he hung up. Slumping into a nearby chair, Marin grabbed the paper and jotted down everything she knew.

After a minute of staring down at her notes, her eyes went wide. "Oh, shit." She muttered to herself, grabbing the paper and running off to find Lucy.

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"So... you think he's gonna steal from Stark?"

"Think about it—remember how I said that the Vulture guy was more likely to keep dealing than stay low? This is the perfect opportunity for him, Lucy. All of this expensive, high-quality tech in one place, practically begging to be stolen by just the guy crazy enough to even attempt it. He did it before, in Maryland, and he's desperate. He's gonna make one final big move, and this is it."

"That... makes a lot of sense, to be honest." Lucy conceded with a grimace, and James looked ready to concur.

"I know." Marin panted, running a nervous hand through her hair. "Now I just gotta warn—"

"Marin, Lucy, and James—see me in my office, now." Demanded Charles' voice. The three mutants exchanged a similar, panicked look.

"Nuts."

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Marin frantically watched the sunset through Charles' office window. Homecoming would be starting only a couple hours from then, which also meant that so was moving day.

"What the hell were you three thinking!" Logan hollered at them. "Stealing the jet in the middle of the night and taking off to god-knows-where—"

"Queens," Marin interjected.

"I don't care!" He snapped. "And you two!" He addressed Lucy and James. Lucy looked slightly bored, while James did have the decency to look ashamed. "I can see this one pulling a stupid stunt like this, but you two know better than to stoop to her level."

Marin frowned deeply. "Hey!" Logan glared at her, and she cowed back.

"You three were extremely reckless and irresponsible, not to mention putting yourselves at risk by traveling unaccompanied." Charles shook his head at them, his forehead creased with disappointment. "What do you have to say for yourselves?"

"I was fixing a mistake that you made, Professor." Marin leveled a look at the man, whose eyes widened at her tones. She figured that if there was ever a time to take one final stand, it was now, and she might as well go all-out. That, and she was buzzing with adrenaline, making her braver than she really was. "My friend was told your lie about my past, and I had to go and explain to him why you were wrong about me killing my parents."

Marin took a deep breath. "You all might as well know that my father drowned my mother, and committed suicide by electrocution. Just so we're all being clear, here." Charles' face softened with sympathy. She found that it was much easier to say now that she'd already told Peter, even if the words burned her throat on the way out. "I went to Queens to tell Spider-Man my story and to right your wrongs, as well as right my own. Lucy and James were kind enough to join me, but they are not responsible for my decision in any way. I would've gone with or without them, but I'm grateful that they wanted to help me still." She sent them a quick smile.

"But my friends in Queens are in danger—those weapon dealers are planning a heist to infiltrate the transportation of extremely valuable and dangerous item to the new Avengers headquarters upstate." She explained, but Charles's frown returned.

"That is unfortunate, Marin, but it is not our responsibility to stop them."

"You're wrong, Professor." Marin crossed her arms. "It is my responsibility to help my friend, to help Spider-Man stop this guy from making dangerous weapons and selling them to people on the streets. I will not let him go alone, not when I know for certain that I can help." She stared him down, tilting her chin up defiantly. "No matter what you say, I will go help him. You'd have to knock me out and chain me up to stop me. And I can assure you, it won't be easy—or clean."

Charles stared at her wearily as he considered her claims. "All right."

Marin blinked. "All right?"

He nodded. "Yes, all right. I admit that I'm growing a bit fond of this steadfast side of yours—even if the delivery was slightly disrespectful."

Marin smiled sheepishly. "Sorry,"

"You may go help your friend, but it will be up to Lucy and James to decide whether or not they want to accompany you on your mission, and to what extent. You are apparently capable of piloting the jet by yourselves. If you must do this, Marin, that is fine, but I will not jeopardize the lives of any unwilling participants. This mission is yours and yours alone."

Marin sat up straighter. "I've got this in the bag, Charles."

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Marin, James, and Lucy were on the jet, speeding towards Queens when a call came through. A face popped up on the jet's screen, and Marin was relieved to see that it belonged to Ned.

"Marin!" He cried, looking exasperated. "Thank god you picked up, Happy hung up on me right away, and—"

"Ned, what's wrong?" Marin interrupted his rambling. Ned was wearing an earpiece, and his bowtie was undone, hanging around the collar of his blue dress shirt.

"It's the Vulture! He's—"

"—hijacking the Tower's transport, I figured it out!" Marin nodded.

"We know! And he's also Liz's dad!" Ned pressed, typing away frantically at a keyboard out of Marin's line of sight. Her eyes widened dramatically.

"What?!" Marin shrieked, causing James and Lucy to flick their gazes to her nervously.

"Yeah! Peter's going after him right now—stole Flash's car and everything!"

So much for keeping Peter's identity a secret. "Ned, that's great, but where is he?" Marin jostled on her feet as she clutched to the backs of Lucy and James' chairs for balance. "Send us the location, we're almost near Queens!"

"Toomes is at an old industrial building in Brooklyn—tenth and forty-third avenue." Ned informed them. "You'd better hurry, Peter got there a couple minutes ago."

Marin nodded, and James plugged in the new location. "We'll be there soon!" And with that, she terminated the call. Glancing at the map, Marin noted that they were just flying over Manhattan. "Get me in low—I'm gonna jump."

James nodded, beginning the sequence to open the jet's ramp.

"Where do you want us to meet?" Lucy asked, maneuvering the yoke so that the jet was skimming the water of the East River. Marin summoned her energy, the jet bathed in a blue glow.

"I'll call for you," She steadied her feet, preparing to jump. "I can take it from here. Thanks for your help, guys."

Marin never thought she'd ever be able to jump out of a moving plane, but feeling the comfortable embrace of the blue energy support her, she soared confidently through the air.

She caught sight of the warehouse, and even from that distance, Marin could distinctly hear the crashes of metal on cement coming from inside the building.

She watched in horror as the front side of the warehouse collapsed, concrete chunks of the walls and roof raining down on top of Peter.

"No!" Marin cried, landing to the side of the warehouse roughly. The Vulture appeared from out of the alley on the other side, looking extremely pleased with himself. Then he looked in Marin's direction, and she darted to hide behind a large pile of debris before he could notice her presence. She would have plenty of opportunities to take him down later—but now, she had to get Peter to safety.

She didn't move until she heard the mechanical swooping of Toomes' wings fade into the distance. Moving around the rubble, Marin heard Peter's grunts and cries for help.

"Hello?!" He called out, desperate and in pain. "Hello!" Marin's heart cracked. "Please, hey! Hey, please, I'm down here—I'm down here! I'm stuck, I'm stuck—I can't move! I can't—!" He sobbed, breaking off with a series of heavily panting breaths.

For some reason, Marin couldn't move. She couldn't speak—her throat was contracting around her tongue, and her mouth refused to open. A memory flashed through her head, something that Peter had said the night before: I'm not Spider-Man without that suit. All I am is a stupid teenager who can climb walls and flip around. I'm no one if I'm not Spider-Man.

You're not no one—you're Peter Parker, she'd responded. Standing there, listening to Peter desperate calls for help, something clicked inside her.

Marin had wanted to be a hero since she was six and watched as her mother died, helpless, in the hands of her husband—Marin had wanted to be a superhero since she was twelve and watched a group of the bravest people she'd ever seen fight to save the world from an army of aliens. All she'd ever wanted was to save people when they couldn't save themselves.

And yet, she couldn't help Peter. But it was because she knew him, even after just two weeks, she knew the kid from Queens—the nerd, the hero, the selflessly kind boy who just didn't believe in himself. But she believed in him. She knew that he didn't need that suit to be Spider-Man, the superhero. She was beginning to realize that sometimes, you are the only person that can save yourself.

"Come on, Peter." He was chanting, bringing Marin out of her thoughts. "Come on, Spider-Man. Come on, Spider-Man. Come on, Spider-Man. Come on, Spider-Man!"

She watched in awe as the rubble shifted, and Peter's body emerged. He saved himself.

"Peter!" Her voice returned, and she sprinted to help him escape the concrete. Peter fell into her, leaning heavily against her. "Oh Peter," Marin supported his weight as best as she could while he fought to catch his breath. "You're okay... you're safe now."

His breathing wobbled, but he wasn't crying. He lifted himself from her arms and bent to retrieve the mask that was lying in a small puddle of water. Reaching to touch it, Marin drew out all of the water soaking in the fibers like she did the night he fell into the lake and pushed the mask back to him.

Peter looked like he was about to say something, but she saw something else had caught his eye. Looking above her head, Marin turned to follow his gaze.

It was Toomes, perched on top of a nearby billboard, watching the sky.

"C'mon," Peter pulled his mask back on, as Toomes prepared for takeoff. "You can still fly, right?"

Marin nodded, calling the energy forward. "I'll be right behind you."

Peter took off sprinting to catch Toomes before he launched. He vaulted onto the billboard, taking a running start and attaching a web to the Vulture's wings. In the distance, Marin noticed a large plane emerge from the Stark Tower, and once in the air, the panels changed to reflect the clouds above it. She recognized the technology as similar to the kind installed in the Institute's jet.

Marin didn't want the Vulture to spot her—which could have been easy, as even donned completely in jeans, a shirt, and jacket, she still glowed bright enough to catch someone's eye.

She kept far out of Toomes' possible peripherals, watching as Spider-Man flailed in the air behind him. The Vulture tilted and rocketed straight upwards, disappearing through a dense layer of clouds.

"Nuts," Marin muttered to herself, pushing her body faster.

A voice crackled to life in her ear. "Marin!" It was Lucy. "What's the update?"

"Spider-Man and Vulture are catching a flight, and I'm chasing after them."

"What?!"

"Bad guy's hijacking the Tower's camouflaged plane and we're going to stop him!" Marin huffed, growing impatient. Lucy said something, but Marin wasn't listening. She broke through the clouds and saw Toomes' wings sealing themselves to the bottom of the jet, Spider-Man clinging on behind him.

Now that she didn't have to worry about Toomes seeing her, she flew as fast as she could to catch up to Peter, who looked like he was struggling to stay stuck to the plane's exterior. He tried shooting a web forward, but the wind pushed it back. He lost his grip and momentarily went flying, but Marin pushed his body back onto the plane.

"Need a hand?" Marin shouted to Peter over the wind.

"I got it!" Hand moving over hand, Peter crawled his way to the wings.

Suddenly, Marin felt her head go fuzzy, her eyes blurring dangerously. The blue surrounding her faded ever so slightly, causing Marin to drop a few feet in the air.

"Marin!" Peter yelled to her, at the same time as a small drone popped out of the Vulture's wings. "You good?!"

"Yeah!" Marin shook her head, trying to snap out of the daze she was in. She found it incredible her powers had lasted this long already, but she felt herself beginning to lose control. They needed to stop the Vulture soon.

She heard Peter groan as he tried to pry the wings from the plane, and she floated over to help him. Changing tactics, Peter began kicking at the wings, until they finally jolted out of place. Over the rush of the wind, Marin heard a faint alarm sounding from inside the plane. Looking back, she saw Peter's hand braced on the plane's camera—the one that recorded the view of the exterior as a template for the cloaking technology.

"Peter!" Marin shouted, throwing a hand out to warn him. "The camera! He knows we're here!"

"What—" Suddenly, the wings fell out from underneath the plane, and Marin noticed the glowing green points that told her Toomes had attached himself to his wings again. Nuts.

Peter lost his footing, holding onto the plane with just his hands. Once he got his feet back on the metal, he crawled up the side of the plane. "Just a typical homecoming—ergh!—on the outside of an invisible jet—agh!—fighting my girlfriend's dad!"

Marin's eyes went wide. "'Girlfriend'?!"

"Duck!" Peter screamed, ignoring her protest. Marin dropped in the air just in time for the Vulture to soar right above her, the tip of his wing scraping alongside the panels of the jet where Peter's head used to be a second ago.

As he tried to fly away, Peter attached a web to Toomes, and then one to the plane, stopping him in midair. Then, both webs snapped and Peter flew right toward the engine.

"Peter!" Marin hurried to catch him as he shot web fluid into the turbine and keeping the motor from chewing him up.

"I can't believe that worked!" He cried hysterically, but the propeller dislodged from the shell, sending Peter flying back with it.

Moving instinctively, Marin reached out with her hands, and grabbed the propeller with a blanket of energy, suspending it in the air beside the wing.

"Whoa!" Peter exclaimed. "I didn't know you could do that!"

"Neither did I!" Marin's shout trembled from the exertion, her arms wobbling as she tried desperately to keep the engine in her grasp. Once Peter had climbed onto the wing, Marin released the energy trapping the propeller. They moved together to the top of the plane.

Glancing back, Marin saw the Vulture flying straight at them. "Behind you!"

They dropped to the plane, narrowly avoiding him. But Peter rolled, near the remaining engine that was now caught on fire.

Marin moved toward Peter, only to be clipped on the arm by Vulture's metal talons. She shrieked in pain, losing her grip on her energy. She briefly flew back but was caught by Peter's web on her good arm.

The Vulture jumped his was to Peter, his wings surrounding him like an impending omen of death. Marin got a hold of her powers again, lashing out at the Vulture with a bright blue burst of energy. He easily dodged it, attacking the web that held Spider-Man to the plane. Peter flew back, but Marin caught him.

Toomes seemed to realize that they were too stubborn to let him win and instead abandoned them to hack at the top of the plane. "I'm not going home empty-handed!" She heard him holler.

Marin suddenly realized that the plane was dropping in altitude. "Oh, my god!" Peter cried out next to her, and following his gaze, Marin gasped. The plane had broken through the clouds, giving her a view of the city they were plummeting toward.

Peter shot a web at the right wing and Marin crouched onto the exterior, forming a sheet up energy underneath the belly of the plane. Spider-Man pulled up on the web as hard as he could, aiming the nose of the plane toward the Atlantic, and away from Staten Island. Marin screamed with the effort of keeping the jet as level as she could, and watched as they approached Coney Island.

Peter's web snapped, and Marin felt the energy drain from her. Unfortunately, this also meant that she lost her ability to fly, sending her slamming back into the side of one of the engines. "No!" Peter called, and grabbed her hand with a web from his left wrist, as he held onto the plane with his right.

The beach grew closer and closer, and the plane jerked as the right wing hit one of the rides and crashed into the sand. Marin and Peter screamed as they were tossed through the air, trying desperately to cling onto the plane.

With a mighty snap, Peter lost his grip on the wing as the web holding Marin broke, hurling them right into the sand, and they tumbled violently down the length of the beach.

The red and orange glow of fire was the last thing Marin saw before her vision went completely black.

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Wildest Dreams

Ours; Chapter 3

Pairing: Dean Winchester x Katlynn Roberts

Warnings: SMUT, drunken behavior, feels, fluff....literally everything.

A/N: Chapter 3 for Ours is finallt here!!! Hope you guys enjoy!! As always, unbeta’d, all mistakes are mine, pics are not!

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Chapter 1: Elevator Buttons

Chapter 2: You Really Got Me

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He’s so tall and handsome as hell,

He’s so bad but he does it so well.

Say you’ll see me again even if it’s just pretend.

At lunch that day, Kat sat with Jody, Donna, Jo and Lisa. Jody, Donna and Jo had been really friendly to start with, as had Lisa, until she found out Kat was Dean's assistant, then she had been somewhat icy toward Kat, though she'd never bothered to figure out why.

“How’s working for Dean?” Jody asked, she had pretty blue eyes, short dark hair and a slim figure.

“Fine, he’s a little rough around the edges but it’s not that big of a deal.” Kat said as she cut into her chicken.

“He put the moves on you yet?” Lisa asked, as if she were demanding an answer, rather than asking a genuine question.

Kat laughed and shook her head “God no,” she lied “it’s not like that with us.”

“Okay, sure.” Lisa said and rolled her eyes.

“Jesus, bitter much?” Jody asked, looking at Lisa

“I’m not bitter,” Lisa said “it’s just same old same old, which is why he can’t keep an assistant.”

“Wait, what?” Kat asked, this wasn't news to her, but it being brought out of the blue by a woman that didn't seem to like her at all, was a little offensive.

“Oh it’s not that bad.” Jody said.

“When was the last time he had an assistant that lasted more than six months?” Lisa asked

The whole group was silent and Donna said “Well, after you there was Charlie.”

“Well, you KNOW why it lasted so long with Charlie, so that doesn't count. The defense rests.” Lisa said and got up. Kat looked at Jody, then Donna and Jo.

“What’s up with that?” Kat asked,

“She and Dean are the reason there’s a no dating policy.” Jo said; Jo had blonde hair and blue eyes and was stick thin. “They dated, it ended badly and the next thing you know, she’s screaming at him in his office. It was a mess.”

“Yeesh.” Kat said

“Look, it’s not a secret that Dean likes to sleep around,” Jody said “everyone knows he-“ she paused

“Gets around.” Donna filled in, fuller figured than Jody and with blonde hair, she had a cheerful, nearly Pollyanna friendliness about her.

“Thank you.” Jody said.

“Like a record.” Jo said and Kat laughed.

Inside her own head she was screaming at herself. Of course he liked to sleep around. Why wouldn’t he? But this made her wonder what had gone so wrong between Dean and Lisa.

“What happened between them?” Kat asked

“Depends on who you ask.” Jo said as she finished up her lunch.

“From what we’ve been able to piece together, she wanted to get married and she started putting the pressure on him. He wasn’t ready and told her to knock it off.” Jody said.

“She wouldn’t and thought he was cheating on her, that’s when the screaming match happened.” Donna said “I mean, sure he’s a tramp, but a cheater?”

“He isn’t,” Jo said “I’ve known Dean literally my entire life, he isn’t the cheating type.”

“But a man whore nonetheless.” Jody said.

“Well yeah, no one’s saying he isn’t” Jo said.

That conversation had given Kat a lot the chew on, but it wasn’t like she could ask Dean about it. One, she wasn’t sure they’d be anything more than a fling anyway, and two, they hadn’t shared much about their lives to start with. She had tried not to let Lisa’s words bother her, if anything it sounded like she was more a jilted lover than anything. Kat scrolled through a few websites to find something to wear to this shindig, Dean had said it was a “monkey suit” thing so she tried to think along those lines.

“Kat, here’s those files you wanted.” Charlie’s voice brought her back to Earth.

“Hey Charlie, for this benefit thing, what do people wear?” Kat asked.

“It’s really fancy,” Charlie said “Like prom.”

“Ah, Okay.” Kat said

“Who are you going with?” Charlie asked, looking excited.

Kat looked around and motioned for Charlie to come closer and she said in a low tone “Dean, as friends.”

“Aw, that’s so sweet. He and I went as friends last year because I didn’t have anyone to go with. I have a date this year.” Charlie said.

“Oh? Who?” Kat asked

“Jo.” Charlie said with a smile.

“Oh, are you two going as friends too?” Kat asked.

Charlie shook her head

“No, Jo is my girlfriend.” she said

“OH!” Kat said, surprised. Now she knew what Lisa meant about why she had been Dean's assistant for so long, they batted for the same team. “I’m sorry, I didn’t know.” and Charlie laughed

“No big, most people don’t,” Charlie said “we’ve been together for almost a year.”

“Aw, that’s nice. Congrats.” Kat said

“Dean’s a great date,” Charlie said “He’s very sweet, don’t let the rumors about him fool you. He’s a real sweet heart.”

Kat smiled, she knew he was a sweetheart.

“Thanks Charlie, for that and the files.” Kat said and extended her hand

“No problem, if you need anything else just shout.” Charlie said and put the files in Kat’s hands.

The night of the charity function had finally arrived; Kat had preemptively gotten a room at the hotel it was being held at so she could drink and not have to worry about driving and to get out of her condo for a little bit. She was finishing curling her hair when she got a text from Dean.

Here; where are you?

She quickly replied

Hotel, room 608

Coming up he replied

She cut off the light in the bathroom and went into the room where she took off the robe she’d been wearing to get ready and admired her dress. It was an emerald green, floor length dress with cap sleeves and a lace covered back. She took it down from the hanger and unzipped it. It had enough room where she could step into it and not worry about messing up her hair or makeup, she’d made sure of that when she’d bought it. She stepped into the dress and pulled it up over her body. She’d secured it behind her neck and reached in the back to get the zipper. That was the one thing she’d forgotten to make sure she could do on her own. It was at an awkward angle and she couldn’t quite reach it, no matter how much she tried.

She heard a knock at the door.

“Crap!” She said and went over to the door. She looked out of the peep hole and her jaw nearly hit the ground when she saw Dean. She opened the door and he was wearing a sharp black suit and tie. His eyes met hers and he grinned at her.

“Hey, wow,” she said “you clean up nice.”

“So do you.” he said as he admired her.

She let him into the room, the door automatically shutting behind him and asked “Can you zip me up? I’m on the struggle bus over here.”

He laughed “Sure.” he said and she turned around. “Nice tattoo” he said as he zipped the dress up, his finger tips brushing her back, a shutter running down her spine.

“Thanks,” She said “it’s a phoenix.”

She turned around and he said

“You look really, really pretty.”

“Thank you,” She said “I need lipstick and my shoes and I’ll be ready to go.” and walked into the bathroom.

“Okay.” he said, and walked into the doorway of the bathroom “I’ll have to keep my eye on you and make sure no one steals my date.”

“I’m not your date remember?” She asked, reaching for her lipstick.

“No, you are my date, just my platonic date.” he said and leaned against the door jamb. Kat quickly applied her lipstick, a fierce crimson shade and smiled at herself in the mirror. “You look like someone out of Mad Men.” he told her

“That’s style goals.” she said and he laughed. She left the bathroom, put her sky high heels on and asked “Okay, close enough for government work?”

“Nah,” he said “way better than that.”

Her face broke into a grin as she grabbed her purse and they walked out of the hotel room together. They went toward the elevator and waited behind a group of people that were going down as well. They stood toward the back and Kat felt a hand grab her behind. She looked and realized it was Dean, and he was grinning like crazy.

“Hand. Off. Ass.” She said in a quiet but playful tone “off ass.”

“Sorry,” he said sheepishly “my hands have a mind of their own.”

“Tell your hands to keep away from my ass.” she said with a grin.

He leaned into her ear and said “That’s really hard, your ass looks good in that dress.”

She pulled back from him, her cheeks flushing. “You just-“ she stopped short as he laughed “shut it. Okay? Shut it right now.”

“I have to cop a feel while I can,” he said in a grouchy tone “I can’t touch you once we get to this fucking event, and I haven't touched you in days. This sucks!”

She leaned into his ear and said “If you play your cards right maybe you will after word.”

He pulled back from her, his eyebrows shooting up and down.

“Okay, let’s hurry and get there so we can leave.” he said and she laughed.

When they arrived at the ballroom, they saw everyone from work was there, all gussied up. Donna and Jody signaled Kat and she squeezed Dean’s arm, nodding to them. He smiled and they walked over.

“Ladies.” Dean greeted them

“Kat you look amazing!” Jody gushed and introduced her date, Troy. He was a tall lanky man with chestnut brown hair and a strong jaw line. He shook hands with Kat and Dean and then Jody and Donna gushed over Kat.

“I’m headed to the bar,” Dean said and looked at Kat “want anything?”

“Sure, just get me something sweet.” she said and he nodded. When he was out of ear shot Jody looked like she was going to explode with happiness.

“You two make a really, REALLY attractive couple.” she said and Kat laughed

“Jody!” Donna said “you leave that girl alone.”

“No, it’s fine,” Kat said “neither of us had anyone to go with so we said we’d go together as friends.”

“Aw, that’s sweet.” Donna said

“How’d you get here?” Jody asked

“I’m staying in the hotel,” Kat said “get out of my condo for a night.”

“So, he didn’t come pick you up?” Donna asked

“No,” Kat said “I’m not even sure how he got here.”

“Uber,” Dean said interrupting them and hanging Kat a glass “champagne, the bar tender said it was sweet.”

“Thank you.” she said, taking it from him

“Yeah, I got an Uber in and I’ll get one out so I don’t have to worry about driving.” Dean said

“Well, you’re so sweet to bring Kat as your date.” Donna said

Dean shrugged and sipped his beer. They chatted a while longer and then Kat and Dean made a walk around the ballroom. He introduced her to some of the higher ups she hadn’t met, like Zachariah (head of finance), Naomi (the CEO) and finally Carver, the head honcho. He was a short guy with messy brown hair, hazel eyes and a nicely trimmed beard. When Dean introduced Kat to him, her greeted her with a warm smile and hand shake.

“Nice to meet you Katlynn, welcome aboard.” Carver said.

“Nice to meet you as well, I’ve heard so much about you so it’s nice to put a face with a name.” she said.

“Ah, good things I hope.” Carver said with a wink.

“Only good things, yes sir.” Kat said with a smile.

“Sir isn’t necessary, Carver is fine.” he said.

“Oh okay, sure.” Kat said and looked at both of them “If ya’ll will excuse me, I’ll be right back.” Kat said and trotted off. Carver and Dean watched her go and Carver asked

“She’s always that sweet?”

Dean nodded

“I think it’s from all the sugar she drinks.” he said with a fond chuckle and took a sip of his beer

“Don’t mess it up with this one Dean,” Carver said “I see a lot of potential in this one.”

“Roger that.” Dean said.

Kat went to the bathroom and hitched up her dress to do her business. She heard women chattering and then it quit as the ladies left the bathroom. She heard the door open again and then Lisa’s voice say

“I’m just saying, she’s NOT even that pretty if you really look at her.”

“Lisa, you need to bring it down a notch” she heard Jo’s voice say “You and Dean broke up a million years ago and you’ve moved on.”

“I’m just saying,” Lisa said, she sounded drunk “Why does he always have to parade his tramps in front of me? Do you think he gets off on that or something?”

“LISA!” Jo yelled “Kat isn’t a tramp!”

Irritation hit Kat at her core. She finished up her business and let the hem of her dress hit the ground. She flushed and left the stall, seeing Lisa and Jo standing by the sinks. Jo’s eyes widened with fear as Lisa stared down Kat. Kat washed her hands and didn’t say a word to either of them. She turned her back to dry her hands and Lisa said

“He’s just gonna break your heart you know.”

Kat turned around and said “We’re not together Lisa so I don’t know where this is coming from.”

“But you’re fucking him right?” Lisa asked with a laugh.

“No, I’m not fucking him.” Kat said, her anger rising.

“You sure about that?” She asked “Because he looks at you the same way he used to look at me.”

Kat left the bathroom after that, fuming. She went back into the ballroom and looked for Dean, suddenly feeling eyes on her. She looked for him and eventually found him with Sam. She lightly touched his arm and he turned to see her with a smile on his face. His expression quickly changed when he saw the look on her face.

“What’s wrong?” He asked

She gave her head a little shake and plastered a fake smile on her face.

“Nothing,” She said “I’m fine.”

Dean knew she was lying but didn’t push her any further.

They found their seats next to each other for the sit down dinner. Kat kept looking up and saw Lisa staring her down and whispering to a couple of girls she didn't recognize. All three glared and sniggered at Kat as she tried to keep a lid on her temper.

“Are you okay?” Dean asked, seeing how tense her shoulders were.

“I'm fine,” she told him “don't worry about me.”

“I am worried,” Dean said “you've been tense since you got back from the bathroom, everything okay?”

“Just office bitches.” Kat said and took a sip of her wine.

“Office bitches?” he asked and looked up, catching Lisa's eye. She and the two girls she was gossiping to quickly turned like they hadn't done anything. It clicked for Dean right then and there and he grew angry. “Ah, I see the trouble.” he said “What'd she say?”

“Nothing important,” Kat said and dabbed the corners of her mouth “your gonna be needed on stage in a few minutes and I'm not in the mood for a bar brawl.”

Dean firmly nodded and then leaned over to her

“I'll take care of this, I promise.” he said lowly

Kat snorted at this

“Okay, she's just gonna stop being a bitch to me because you asked nicely?” she asked

“No,” he said “but HR is gonna want to know if someone's harassing my assistant at a work function.”

“Please Dean,” she pleaded “let me handle it. You can't fight all my battles for me.”

Dean stared her down, he knew she could handle herself, but it wasn't fair that she was being dragged through the mud in the first place.

“Okay,” he said “but if it gets out of hand, let me know.”

“You know I will.” she said as he got up and joined Sam on stage with the board of directors. Carver gave a speech about how proud he was of the charitable work they were doing and how this evening alone had raised more than twenty one thousand dollars toward the charity they were sponsoring, which showed kids how to navigate the business world. Kat listened as Carver talked and then he added

“None of this would be possible if it weren't for the Winchesters; John, Sam and Dean, so let me bring them up here.”

Kat was a little taken aback, Dean hadn't mentioned that his Dad would be at this function, but she could see good looks ran in the family. John was a little taller than Dean, with salt and pepper hair and a matching, closely shaved beard.

“Thank you Carver,” John said into the microphone “this is actually a pet project my sons started and got their old man, who at the time was just starting a business, to back them up on. Now, we've given out nearly five hundred business and law scholarships and helped give some kids and young adults a leg up in the business world. I can't begin to tell you how proud I am of these two.”

He gestured fondly to Sam and Dean who both nodded in appreciation. Once the speeches were over, everyone resumed walking around the ballroom and hanging out. Dean caught up with Kat and intorduced her to his Dad.

“Dad,” Dean told him “This is my assistant, Katlynn. Kat, this is my Dad, John Winchester.”

“Nice to finally meet you,” John said as he shook her hand “Dean's told me so much about you, about he failed to mention just how pretty you are.”

Kat laughed as she shook John's hand

“He exaggerates, but thank you. Nice to finally meet you Mr. Winchester.”

“Please,” John insisted “John is fine.”

“Kat's the one that keeps things on the straight and narrow,” Dean told him dad “she's been a huge assest ever since she got hired on.”

“How long you been working for my son?” John asked as he sipped his beer

“We're coming up on six months right?” Kat asked Dean, who nodded “six really good months.”

“Well, keep up the good work.” John said with a nod.

Blushing, she turned to Dean and she asked “How about that drink?”

“Sure, thanks” Dean said, giving her a small smile.

“Sam, anything for you?” Kat asked, turning to Dean's brother.

“No, I’m good. Thank you though.” Sam said

Kat walked over to the bar and saw Lisa start toward her with the other girls she'd been leering at Kat with all night. They stood in line behind Kat and she pretended not to notice them. Lisa seemed to be swaying, like she was having trouble standing up.

“Don’t you think it’s funny that Dean shows up at every event with a different girl?” Lisa asked, loud enough for Kat to hear her but not loud enough to cause a fuss. “I mean this is, what? The third event this year and the third girl he’s brought?” Lisa asked. Kat tried to block her out as she approached the bar. She felt Lisa get close behind her and whisper in her ear “If you think you can tame him, you’re an idiot.”

“I’m gonna need you to take a step back.” Kat said, anger flaring in her chest.

“Or what?” Lisa asked “you gonna make me?”

“No, just get out of my personal space.” Kat said, her temper flaring.

“Come on Red, I know you want to swing on me, so do it.” Lisa said and pushed Kat forward. Caught off guard, Kat tumbled into the bar, she stuck her hands out and missed hitting her head by inches, but she did send glasses and alcohol flying as her side hit the bar. She righted herself as she saw Sam and Dean rush over.

“What the hell?!” Dean asked

“She started it!” Lisa slurred as Sam helped Kat to her feet. Dean looked from Kat to Lisa and back again.

“Lisa, stop.” Dean said

“YOU STOP DEAN!” Lisa screamed and by that time, the whole ballroom was looking at them.

Intense anxiety came crashing over Kat, literally everyone that held her future in their hands was looking at her, wondering what had cause such a disturbance.

“It’s fine, I’m just gonna go get some air.” She said and pushed Sam away.

“You okay?” Sam asked

“Yeah, I’m fine.” Kat said, fighting back tears. Sam let her go as Dean followed behind her.

“Hey, Kat, wait up” Dean said

Kat stopped outside of the ballroom and turned around. “Dean, just. Don’t.” Kat said

“Look, I’ll talk to Lisa but not here.” Dean said

“Don’t worry about it okay? I’m fine.” She said in a clipped tone. This non-relationship, whatever thing they had going on was turning out to be more trouble than it was worth. She turned to leave and Dean grabbed her elbow

“Come on Kat, don’t leave.” he said.

“Dean, stop okay?” She asked “I don’t need drama in my life.”

“What drama? She’s drunk!” He asked.

“Oh, come on Dean, I’m probably not the first girl she’s gone after and I probably won’t be the last.” Kat said, she was hurt and angered by what Lisa had said but she also wondered, could ANY woman tame him?

“Kat, come on will you just listen to me?” He asked.

“Dean, just let me go.” she begged and wrenched her arm away from his grasp.

“Katlynn, please. I just want you to listen” he said.

“No, I want to be left alone.” she said and made her way to the elevator. He was hot on her heels as she smashed the up button.

“Kat, let me explain, please.” Dean begged, his green eyes wide. Kat refused to look at him, she crossed her arms over her chest as the elevator announced its arrival with a ping. The doors slid open and people walked out. Once they were clear, Kat went inside and Dean followed her as she punched the button to her floor.

“No, Dean, go away.” she said and he closed the elevator door.

“Not until you listen.” he snapped as the doors slid shut and he turned around to face her “You’re so fucking stubborn you can’t see when someone’s trying to apologize to you!”

She had her back up against the wall of the elevator and she finally lost it on him.

“And you’re so caught up in finding your next conquest that you can’t see when someone actually cares about YOU and not what’s between your fucking legs!” She shouted at him.

They stared at each other for a few long seconds and in a step and a half, Dean crossed the elevator and crashed his lips into hers. Every nerve in Kat’s body hummed as they furiously kissed, he pressed her up against the back of the elevator, his hands on either side of her head; his perfect full lips closing over hers. Part of her was furious, she screamed every swear word she could think of at him in her head while her body had different ideas. She wrapped her arms around him as their tongues met, hers massaged over his and he gripped her hair tightly. They parted, catching their breath as the elevator stopped. The doors slid open and stayed there. She wanted him, badly. The ache that had been in her body since London re-emerged with a vengeance.

She took his hand and pulled him out of the elevator as people walked in. They walked down the hallway and she silently cursed and kicked herself. This was going to go down in flames, she was going to end up broken hearted while Dean fucking Winchester added another notch to his belt. With her hand in his, the memories of London came crashing back over her, that hand running all over her body, touching every bit of her felt more like a want than a memory.

“God damn it.” she thought as she arrived at her hotel room door. She used the key card to quickly unlock the door and they went inside. The door shut behind them and she turned to face him.

“I’m going to say this loud and clear, you listening?” She asked and he nodded. “I’ll listen to what you have to say, if I don’t like what I hear or if I figure out you’re lying to me; you’re gonna leave this room. I’m gonna ask for a transfer and I’ll never see you again unless it’s absolutely fucking necessary. That clear?”

“What if you like what you hear and I’m not lying?” He asked.

“We’ll cross that bridge IF we get to it.” she said, crossing her arms over her chest. She turned the chair at the desk around and motioned to it. “Sit and start talking before I change my mind”

He obeyed her command and she sat on the edge of the bed. He took a few seconds to collect his thoughts and then said “What you said about by reputation, it isn’t a lie, but it isn’t the whole truth either.”

“Go on.” she said.

“I’ve had one night stands, A LOT of one night stands but I’ve had relationships too. For one reason or another, they didn’t work. I’ve always been up front on why they didn’t work with the girl, I can get that much credit right?” She nodded and he went on “Lisa and I didn’t work because she wanted more than what I could give her. I told her I wasn’t ready to settle down, she kept pressuring me and I couldn’t take it so I broke it off with her. Needless to say, she didn’t take it well.”

“Yeah, no shit.” Kat said

He dragged his bottom lip between his teeth and then continued “It’s different with you,” he said “the truth is, you’re good for me in a way no one else has been. My life has been different in the best way possible since we met and I don’t want to let that go.” Her heart pounded “I never said anything because I didn’t want to ruin the good thing we have going. Then London happened and,” he trailed off with a smile on his face “and I realized I felt differently about you.”

“Oh shit.” she thought as she looked at him. She didn’t have a witty retort or a sarcastic comment ready for this. This was a mistake and it was going to ruin everything, she felt it in her bones. She stood up, placed her purse on the desk and went over to him. If this was the atomic bomb that would ruin her life and career, at least she’d enjoy it before the impact.

She leaned down and gently kissed his lips. He responded, kissing her back as she placed a hand on the back of his head. She pulled back from him and said

“Dean, I want this, but.”

“But what?” He asked

She had to know, she moved her hand and placed it on his cheek.

“You’re not lying to my face just to get some are you?” She asked

He shook his head, his hand covering hers.

“No; I’ve lied about things to get with a girl, but everything I just said? Probably the most honest thing I’ve said in months.” he told her.

She studied his face; his eyes always gave him away if he was lying. The impact hit as she realized he was, indeed, telling the truth. Her mouth went slack as he stood up, his fingers running over the back of her hand. He leaned his head down and kissed her. Her heart beat thundered in her ears as she kissed him back, their lip lock becoming more intense. His hand slid down her arm and rested on her shoulder, he tentatively put his other hand on her waist as she opened her mouth for another kiss. She laced her fingers together behind his neck and they parted.

“Dean,” She said quietly, her breath sending little puffs of air on to his lips.

“Mhh?” He asked, gripping her shoulder and hip tightly.

She bit her lip and said “I want you.”

Suddenly, there was a knock at the door.

“Kat?!” They heard Jody’s voice call “it’s Jody, you okay?”

“Fuck!” Kat swore and looked at Dean “You aren’t supposed to be here, hide!”

“I’ll say I’m comforting you.” he said

“Yeah, with red lipstick all over your mouth?” Kat asked “Like she’s gonna buy that!”

“Damn, you’re right” Dean said and went into the bathroom as Kat worked up a few tears and took her shoes off. “Too bad you’re taking those off, I kind of wanted those around my ears tonight.” he said with a wink.

“You’re a pervert and I love I.t” she said and he closed the door to the bathroom. Kat opened the door to the outside and Jody stood there.

“Hey, you okay?” She asked tenderly

“Yeah, I’m fine,” Kat said “she’s just a bitch that’s all. Brought back some not so fond memories of high school.”

“Do you want to come back down? I think they made her leave.” Jody said and Kat shook her head.

“No, I’m fine. I’ve got room service and HBO.” Kat said with a laugh.

“Is Dean here? I saw him leave with you.” Jody said, looking into the room.

“He was, but not any more,” Kat lied “he made sure I was okay and he left.”

“Okay,” Jody said, buying it “you sure you don’t want me to hang out for a bit?”

“Nah, go have fun, I’m fine Jody. Really” Kat said Jody hugged her and asked

“See you Monday?”

“Yep, see you Monday.” Kat said and Jody left. Kat closed the door and Dean came out of the bathroom.

“Aw, that was sweet.” Dean said, his tone genuine.

“Look at me, making friends.” Kat said

“I’ll be your friend” he said with a devilish smirk and wrapped his arms around her shoulders and guided her back to the bed.

“Friends don’t do what we did in London,” Kat said, her hands around his waist “or what we’re about to do.”

“And what’re we about to do?” He asked

“Use your imagination Winchester.” she said

His lips crashed into hers, their tongues mingling together. When he pulled back he said “Say it again”

She gently kissed his lips and said “Dean, I want you.”

His mouth over took hers, his tongue winding its way into her mouth. He slid his hand around to her back and to the zipper on the back of her dress. She reached to the hook and eye clasp on the back of her neck and unhooked it, the front of the dress falling down and she shimmied out of it. The top of the dress hit the floor, leaving her in a strapless bra and panties. Dean pulled back and looked at her.

“Wow.” he said

“Wait,” Kat said “good Wow or bad Wow?”

“Good,” he said “better than good. Excellent.”

She smiled and he took his jacket off, casting it aside. He sat on the edge of the bed and she straddled his lap, kissing his lips. His hands slid up her back and back down again as she gripped the hair on the back of his head. He unhooked her bra and tossed it aside. He then unbuttoned his shirt. She slid it off of his shoulders and it fell away. He laid back on the bed and she lay on top of him while still kissing him. He rolled her so that she was on her back. She reached down and pulled off his under shirt, seeing his bare chest for the first time. She knew he was fit but even her imagination couldn’t guess how fit he was. She grinned as he looked up at her.

“I’ve seen what you can do with your mouth,” he said “now you get see what I can do with mine.”

“Oh dear god” she thought as he began his kissing adventure down her body. He got to her waistband of her panties and helped her shimmy out of them. He settled between her legs and kissed from her inner knee up to the apex of her thighs. He licked the length of her, making her moan and her back arch. His mouth closed over her and then his tongue set to work. He licked and flicked his tongue all over her, making her whimper.

He wasn’t lying, he was GOOD at this.

He sucked on her clit, a near pornographic moan coming out of her mouth.

“Dean, Dean!” She cried gripping the sheets by her head. This didn’t stop him, he flicked his tongue in and out of her and she cried out again.

“Fuck,” she sighed “oh fuck!”

He expertly slid his tongue in and out of her, his fingertips teasing her clit.

“Dean,” she moaned “oh fuck, that feels so good!”

He kissed back up her body and she could hear him unbuckling his belt and unzipping his pants. Their mouths connected and she gripped his shoulders hard.

“I️ want you, now.” she told him fiercely

“Okay.” he said and slipped out of his pants, underwear, socks and shoes rather quickly.

“Condom in my purse.” she told him

He raised an eyebrow and asked

“You PLANNED this, didn’t you?”

“Well, not the getting pushed into a bar part,” She said “or the following argument, but yes, the sex was premeditated.”

“I️ like the way you think” he said and opened up her purse and found a bunch of condoms in it. “How much sex were you planning on having?” He asked

“Never can be to careful.” she said with a grin. He shrugged as he ripped one open and rolled it on.

“Good point.” he said and made his way back over to her. He crawled on top of her and kissed her before pushing inside of her. Having him inside her was better than she’d imagined, she sighed as he pushed in deeper and kissed her. He finally filled her, and got his hips into a rhythm.

“Mmmhhhh,” she moaned against his mouth. She hooked her leg over his hips and rolled so that she was on top of him. She braced herself, placing her hands on his chest and syncing her hips to the rhythm he had started. His hands ran over her butt and rested on her hips, his finger tips digging into her flesh. This position also pushed her breasts together, making them look bigger.

He breathed out a mix of a sigh and her name as his head lolled back. She bit her lip, wanting to hear that again. Without warning, he sat up, his arms wrapping around her and their mouths crashing together. She pulled back from him and kissed his neck.

“Dean?” She asked in his ear.

His hand gripped her hair

“Yeah?” He asked.

“Say my name again.” she said and playfully bit his ear.

“Mh, Katlynn” he sighed and she smiled.

“All mine.” she thought her hand running through his hair. She locked her mouth over his and picked up the pace with her hips. He held her tighter against him as he kissed her slowly and passionately. He rolled her on to her back, positioning himself over her, he took both of her hands off of his shoulders and placed them by her head. He slid his hands up her arms and then laced his fingers through hers as he slowly and deliberately kissed her lips. It was then, she realized, that this wasn’t a quick fuck for him. He was making love to her. Deciding to go along with it, she let him have control.

“Dean, mhhhh, Dean!” she sighed as he started kissing her neck and shoulders.

“That’s right sweetheart.” he murmured as he thrust into her. She whimpered as she climbed higher and higher. She squirmed under him, wanting him to go harder and faster. She told him as much and he gave her a smirk

“I’m taking my time with you, I️ want both of us to enjoy this.”

His tongue slipped in and out of her mouth, he released one of her hands and smoothed her hair with his free hand. She squeezed his other hand in hers and hooked her legs around his hips. He thrust a little harder into her as he kissed all over her neck and throat. She moaned and cried out, as he scooped an arm under her and picked her up so that she was straddling his lap again. He placed his hands on her hips, moving her in the rhythm. She wrapped her arms around him and kissed him, whimpering against his mouth as he hit her sweet spot. She ran her hands through his hair and said

“Oh God, Dean I’m gonna come!” her body couldn’t hold on any longer.

“Come for me sweetheart.” he said in her ear as he drove into her harder.

She finished with such intensity, it felt like she went blind for a few seconds. She cried out as he groaned in her ear as he finished, gripping her hair tightly as he did. They sat there for a few seconds and then he finally pulled out and they laid down on the bed. He disposed of the condom and she crawled under the sheets while he was gone. When he came back, he joined her, wrapping her into his arms. She laid her head on his chest and said

“I’m sure you hear this a lot but, holy shit. That was awesome.”

He laughed, stroking her hair.

“Not as often as you’d think, but I️ have heard it.” he said

She picked her head up and kissed him. When the kiss was over, she asked

“I'm curious, about something you said earlier.”

“Shoot,” he said

“You dumped Lisa because you weren’t ready for marriage correct?” she asked

“Correct.” he said

“Is that something you’re even remotely interested in?” She asked

He shrugged

“Truth be told, I️ haven’t given it a lot of thought before her” he said “don’t get me wrong, it had been brought up before then but it was more in casual conversation rather than a “Hey would you want to?” kind of thing.”

“Fair enough.” Kat said

“After her and now, I️ can’t give a definite yes or no.” he said “Would it be nice? Sure, I️ guess. I’m just focused on my career right now.”

Kat nodded

“What about you?” He asked

She shrugged

“I️ haven’t met someone I️ can honestly say I’d want to spend the rest of my life with this human.” she said

“Smart thinking.” he said

“Kids?” She asked

“Again, can’t give an honest yes or no,” he said “I️ have friends that have kids and they’re fun, but one of my own? I’m not totally sure about that.”

“Again, fair enough.” she said with a smile

“You?” He asked

She sighed

“It’d be nice,” she said “but” she paused.

“But what?” He asked.

“This is a safe zone right?” She asked.

He looked around

“Um, we’re laying naked in a five star hotel room, I’d say this is pretty safe.” he said and she laughed, shaking her head “What? That was funny!” He said

“It was stupid!” She exclaimed.

“So stupid that it was funny.” he corrected her.

“No, just stupid” she said and he kissed her “Come on, but what?” He asked

She chewed on her bottom lip and said

“The last guy I️ was serious with dumped me because it’s difficult for me to get pregnant.”

“What? Seriously?” He asked and she nodded

“We decided we wanted kids right?” She asked “and we weren’t having any luck, so we both went to the doctor and he checked out fine. Me, on the other hand, my body produces sperm antibodies. My body literally hates sperm.”

This made him laugh and he said

“I’m not laughing at you, that phrasing was funny.”

“Nah, you’re good” she said “it isn’t impossible for me to have kids, it’s just very difficult.” she told him “he decided it wasn’t worth it to him and he dropped me like a hot potato.”

Dean rolled his eyes

“I’ve met some douche bags in my time but he’s toward the top of the list right now.” he said and she shrugged

“I️ didn’t lose sleep over it.” she said and he gave her a look “What?” She asked

“I️ find that hard to believe.” he said

“Okay, so I️ moped around. Like a lot.” She said

He kissed her forehead and said

“I️ better get going.”

“Nah, you don’t have to.” she said

“Oh is this a slumber party now?” He asked

“I’m not exactly kicking you out so yeah, if you want to stay, you can.” she said

“Ah, what the hell? We already broke every rule in the handbook.” He said and she laughed

“Yeah, we sure did” she said.

The next morning, Kat felt her shoulder being lightly shaken.

“Sweetheart,” Dean said “I'm gonna go ahead and go home okay?”

“Hm?” She asked sleepily and he repeated his statement “Text me later?” she asked with a yawn.

“Yeah, I will.” he said, his knuckles brushing over her skin “Promise.”

He gently pushed her hair out of her face and kissed her forehead. She smiled up at him, tiredly and said

“Miss you all ready.”

“Trust me, if I don't leave now, someone's gonna see me and we're gonna get busted.” he said and she nodded before going back to sleep.

When she woke up and checked out later that day, she was driving home when she got a text from Dean.

Hope you had a good morning, mind if I come by you place later and see you so we can talk?

When she arrived home, she answered with

I did, thanks for checking on me! Sure, come on by! And included her address

Twenty minutes later, Dean arrived, wearing a backwards baseball hat and aviator sunglasses.

“You didn't have to come in disguise.” she said as she let him into her condo.

“Disguise?” he asked “This is how I dress outside work.” he said as he took his sunglasses off and walked in.

“Oh, well then.” she said and closed the door behind him. He looked around the condo, which was sparsely decorated, but there were boxes in a few places.

“Moving out or still moving in?” he asked

“Still moving in,” she told him “my boss is a slave driver.”

“Mh, I'll talk to him about that.” Dean said and tilted her face up to his and kissing her. “Missed that this morning.” he said quietly.

“Yeah, me too.” she told him, her hands on his hips “Gotta admit, I feel bad that you had to do the walk of shame.”

“Shame?” he asked “We called it the stride of pride when I was in college.” she laughed and he said “Seriously, I got laid, what's there to be ashamed of?”

“All right, point taken.” she said. She stretched to her tip toes and kissed him again. He smiled against her mouth and the returned the kiss, her hands tightening their grip on his jeans.

He wrapped his arms around her and held her close, he had one hand between her shoulders and the other gripping her ample backside. His lips worked down her neck as he tasted her skin.

“Is this what you meant by talk or did you ACTUALLY want to talk?” she asked breathlessly “Because I'm good with this.”

“No,” he said “I actually meant talking.” his lips skimming over her skin.

“Okay, well then you better quit,” she told him “or the only talking we'll be doing is the dirty kind.”

He laughed and released her, she in turn let him go before striding to the kitchen.

“It's nice outside, do you want to sit on the back porch? Beer maybe?” she asked him.

“God, you're good.” he said “I'll take both of those.”

She nodded and grabbed two beers out of the fridge as he opened them and handed her one.

“Such a gentleman.” she said and led him by the hand to the back porch that over looked the walkway to the next condo buildings. They got comfortable in the chairs she had set outside, the crisp autumn air around them. “So, what did you want to talk to me about?” she asked

“I've been giving it a lot of thought,” he said “you and I.”

“And?” she asked, not sure she was ready to hear what he had to say.

He took a long pull of his beer before answering

“I want to be with you,” he said “I mean for real. You and me, together.”

“Really?” she asked

“Really.” he answered, making her smile. “But at work, we're not. Strictly professional.”

“So, we’re not together?” Kat asked

“As far as anyone at work knows, we are not,” Dean said “Outside work? On like Donkey Kong.”

She laughed “That’s the best description ever.” she said

“You can use that as long as I get credit.” he said

“You will” she assured him, she bit her lip, apprehensive “Can we make this work?” She asked.

He took a drink from his beer and said “We have so far, I don’t see it being a problem now.”

“But,” She said, unsure of how to word her next sentence.

“Just say whatever it is you’re thinking,” he said “you make a face when you’re over thinking. It’s cute.”

“It’s gonna be hard for me NOT to talk about my boyfriend” she blurted out “but I can’t say YOU’RE the guy I’m gushing about. I’ll have to make up a code name for you.”

“Let’s see how creative you get, I’m interested.” he said “I’ll have to come up with one for you too because the thing about my girlfriend? She’s awesome.”

“Shut your face.” she said and picked at the label on her beer bottle

“What? I call it like it see it” he said and she smirked, her cheeks turning pink.

“I’m glad we’re doing this,” she said “for real.”

“Me too.” he said and offered up his hand to her. She took it, lacing her fingers through his. She looked at him with a smile.

“You realize we’re risking everything right?” She asked him “both of us could lose our jobs if anyone finds out. Though they’ll probably get rid of me before they get rid of you.”

He nodded. “Yeah, I know” he said, taking a sip of his beer. They were silent for a few seconds and he finally said “But it’s worth it to me.”

“What makes it worth it to you?” She asked him.

He sighed and said “How I feel about you is different than I’ve ever felt before,” his eyes connecting with hers “I can’t deny it, and I don’t want to let you go, if this is what you really want. But, what about you?”

She looked down at their hands; his, big rough hand in her small one and she slowly smiled. Everything in that moment felt right.

“I don’t want to let you go either, so if we’re both in this one hundred percent, then it’s worth it to me too.” she said and looked up. He was grinning back at her. He picked their hands up and kissed the back of her hand.

“My lady.” he said and she laughed

“My lord.” she answered and he grinned wider.

“C’mere, you’re too far away.” he complained and she rolled her eyes, getting up.

“I was comfortable you know.” she told him as she made her way over to him.

“I’ll make you comfortable.” he told her as he pulled her into his lap. She sat sideways, her forehead resting in the crook between his neck and shoulder. Her wrapped an arm around her shoulders while his other arm draped across her hips. She wrapped both arms around his neck, closed her eyes and absorbed the moment; the feeling of his warmth around her, the way his soap smelled, how his chest gently rose and fell with each breath, the way the breeze danced over her exposed knees.

Dean, meanwhile, was in heaven. Here she was with the beautiful girl he’d had his eye on for months. The one that always made him laugh, the one who brought in an outsider’s prospective, who was always two steps ahead of him and that always had a smile as warm as sunshine for him, was in his lap, wrapped up in his arms right after agreeing to be his girlfriend. A smile played over his lips as he laid a hand over her knee and the other stroked her shoulder. He gently kissed the top of her head and looked up at him.

“What’s that look for?” She asked him

“Just happy, that’s all.” he said

She leaned in and kissed his lips. His mouth enveloped hers in a sweet, sensual way. His kisses weren’t rushed, as they had previously been. This go around, he took his time, letting her know she had his full attention. He traced over her knee with his thumb as they kissed over and over. His free hand ran up and down her spine, his feather light touch leaving goosebumps in its wake. She sighed and pulled herself closer to him, then she slide her hands up his shoulders and held his face in her hands and he opened his mouth and kissed her again. They pulled apart, her thumb running over the apples of his cheeks while his hands linked together on her hip. She gave him two short and sweet kisses before asking

“Want to go in? I’m getting cold.”

“Sure.” He said and they got up, walking inside.

They settled in to watch a movie, which mostly meant that the movie was on the the background while they drank and made out on the couch, high school style.

“At least we don’t have to worry about any parents walking in.” Kat thought. She was laying on her side with her back to the TV, her legs tangled up with Dean’s. Her hands were tangled in the hair in the back of his head while he had one hand on the back of her head and the other on her hip. They came up for air and a sip of their drinks when Dean looked at the screen.

“What the hell are we watching?” He asked as they sat up and he took a sip of his beer.

“That’s using the term loosely,” Kat said and watched the screen “It’s called “Just Friends” Ryan Reynolds and Amy Smart are in it.”

He shrugged as she finished off her glass of wine. During the “movie” she had switched from beer to wine.

“Want another?” She asked him as she got up

“No, I’m good.” he said.

“Okay, just checking.” she said as she walked to the kitchen. She poured herself another glass of wine a joined him back on the couch. He lifted her legs into his lap as she laid back against the sofa, setting her glass of wine on the coffee table in front of her. His eyes focused on the screen while hers were focused on him. He looked so relaxed and at ease, a five o’clock shadow on his chin and cheeks, his hand resting in her knee. A smile crossed her face and she turned her attention to the screen.

~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~

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jaehyunavenue · 6 years

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engrained; prologue// greek godxmafia!nct {jungwoo}

i kinda wanted to try a new format for these greek god au!s AND after literally the longest time, i decided to finally start writing the jungwoo as a greek god au! i promised. also, i’m kinda planning to give this a darker twist after a while (not fluffy at ALL). so, stay tuned????? ps. im still continuing my taeyong as hades and johnny as poseidon au!s

NCT’s Jungwoo as Morpheus, the God of Dreams.

TW: quick mention of blood; 1k

The TV screen was bouncing off a plethora of neon colors against your glasses. It was closer to dawn than to dusk, and yet you still hadn't managed to fall asleep. Your bleary eyes couldn't focus no matter how hard you willed them to do so; all you could manage to decipher was that another girl group was performing their newest hit at another weekly music show. Another re-run, you thought. At least it didn't require that much concentration.

You leaned to the side, hoping your couch would provide enough comfort for you to doze off. You had tried milk, and counting sheep, and even a lavender scented pillow, and yet nothing had helped. I guess tonight's just one of those nights.

You heard the first few bouncy chords of the next act. The screen told you the men in front of you were NCT and they were singing Boss. Your eyes shadowed their snappy moves, too tired to do anything more than that. You were finally starting to fall asleep, when your eyes instinctively snapped open.

The man on your screen was nothing short of mesmerizing. His build was lean and youthful, and his face ethereal. Plump lips perfectly accented his bouncy hair, and the uniform he wore fit him like a glove.

You reached for your phone, cursing the sleepiness that still hadn't left your limbs. Who is he? you thought. You had to know. You searched for NCT members, and it had taken you everything not to throw your phone when his face wasn't in the line-up provided by the first website. A bit of scrolling explained the lack of members - turns out, this man had been added to the group only recently. Kim Jungwoo, the website said.

You felt a sudden sleepiness consume you, and you barely managed to make sure your phone didn't smash against the floor before you felt yourself falling asleep.

This dream, however, was like anything you've ever felt before. You were wearing white, happily running through a field of daisies, your bare feet slamming against the humid earth. A huge tree, more majestic than you'd ever seen, adorned the seemingly limitless horizon. The sun dared peek from behind its leaves. You turned around, only to see a baby deer that was shyly trying to approach you. You stopped and gently laughed at it, spreading your arms towards it. This all felt so real.

"Cuckoo," the wind whispered from behind. You turned back, only to see him. Kim Jungwoo. He gently smiled, coming closer. You closed your eyes and leaned towards him.

"Keep on dreaming, darling," he whispered, his hot breath grazing your ear.

The expensive part of Seoul was eerily quiet tonight, and yet anyone passing by would've noticed the brightly lit 12th floor, contrasting against the dark windows of Korea's most expensive apartment building. A couple was pressed against the ceiling to floor windows, making out. This was true pandemonium, Jungwoo thought. Behind him, people were eating sushi off a fully naked girl. This reminded him of the good old days, when the skies hadn't forced them to come down and live between the mortals. At least Lucas could still throw a good party.

His corner of the huge apartment was dimly lit though, just slightly illuminated by the little power Sicheng still had in him. Jungwoo hated this, he hated how human he had started feeling recently. The fifteen men around him had called for an urgent meeting when Ten woke up one morning with his skin peeling off. His absence at the table was understandable, and yet it baffled Jungwoo how Zeus hadn't even bothered coming. Of course he wouldn't, he thought. As long as all eighteen of them existed, Zeus always had his full powers.

Times were changing, and that was a fact. Of course, some had thrived in the new world. Taeyong wielded the most power he had ever had since the Black Plague, and Jeno wasn't far behind him. Lucas' powers were at an all-time high too, clearly demonstrated by this party - which in turn brought him more power. Yet some, like Jungwoo himself, had trouble breathing sometimes. It's not fair, Jungwoo thought. He could still remember the rush of power that had inhabited his every fiber a few hundred years ago - a time when dreams were the highest valued currency.

And yet, times had clearly changed.

Johnny was more than concerned, calling for this meeting. While the men of Olympus (and more recently, Chungdam-dong) were fair, they didn't have to play by human rules. Justice was not something you thought of when you had just taken her out on a date the night before. Serious measures were to be taken, because what are some human deaths when a God wants his power back?

"Hyung," Chenle whimpered from across the table. Jungwoo noticed that all eyes were on him. He was just about to ask what all this commotion was, when Chenle provided him with the answer.

"You're glowing."

You felt the world shift beneath your feet. The wild cry of a raven forced your eyes open, and Kim Jungwoo suddenly looked way less ethereal and much more intimidating than he had seemed before. You tried to run, but you stumbled and fell backward. Warm blood pooled around you, staining your white clothes. The baby deer was viciously ripped to pieces, laying lifelessly on the grass. You got up and started running.

Breathe and let go, you thought. It's just a nightmare.

The sky shifted into pitch blackness, like a pendulum had just swung above you. The bright sun that warmed you earlier was replaced by the reddest moon you had ever seen.

He stood in front you again, although you just left him behind.

"Not so quick, princess," he muttered.

On the expensive side of Seoul, a man named Kim Jungwoo leaned back in his chair, his eyelashes fluttering against his cheeks as he parted his lips to inhale a quick breath of air.

I guess re-runs do work.

arghhhh im trying this out for now and im kinda unsure if im gonna continue, so if u like it please let me know! also, id just love to hear ur feedback!! thank u for reading uwu

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lady-serai · 6 years

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Part Time Babysitter

An Attack on Titan/Shingeki no Kyojin Fanfiction

Rating T

Disclaimer: I don’t own Shingeki no Kyojin/Attack on Titan

Chapter One

Sasha sat on her bed chewing at a granola bar while working on an application to get a job working as a cashier. She needed to find herself another part-time job while away at college during the summer. One part-time job wasn't enough for her to pay for her expenses. She needed the money to feed herself and take care of apartment expenses. Sasha hated not having money to buy food for herself.

Sasha finished the last part of the application and sent it to the email listed on the cover of the form. She sighed noisily and took another bite of the granola bar as she scrolled down the website looking at the job listings.

This was her Tuesday afternoon. A very dull afternoon that she knew was going to be boring since she didn't have any classes on Tuesday.

Sasha sighed and glanced at the clock and saw that it was 1 pm. She was supposed to meet Ymir and Krista at 1:30 pm for some girl time. She was about to log off of the site until an interesting job caught her eye.

'Part-time babysitter' she read. For a few minutes Sasha debated in her head, but in the end, she decided she was broke, and she needed the money. Satisfied with her line of thinking, she clicked on the title and was surprised at the very little information on the application.

All there was, was a short message. Sasha read:

If you are reading this, GREAT! A friend of mine needs a babysitter for his children, and he won't ask for help. If you are interested, please call this number!

Sasha stared at the message and the number contemplating what she was getting herself into.

Just do it, stupid! She scolded herself. Sasha picked up her phone and punched the numbers into her phone and waited.

"Heellooo?" a man's voice drawled.

"Uh, hi! My name is Sasha. I saw your job offering—"

"Oh, that's GREAT! I'm Hange Zoe by the way. Nice to meet you!"

"Uh, nice to meet you too," she stammered.

"You know what? I want to meet you personally and tell you everything about the job. Here's the address," Hange said.

Sasha blinked. She then lunged for a notepad and her pen as Hange began to rattle off the address. Sasha hurriedly wrote down the address.

"Would 3 pm this afternoon sound good to meet?"

"Uhh," Sasha mumbled.

"Lunch is on me," offered Hange.

Sasha was about to refuse the offer and suggest a different time when her stomach growled. Sasha hung her head in embarrassment her face turning bright red. Hange burst out laughing, his deep laugh causing the girl to flush even redder.

"That works for me," Sasha said as she buried her burning face into her hand.

"Awesome. See you then Sasha!"

"See you then Mr. Zoe," the twenty-year-old said.

Sasha groaned as soon as she hung up and glared up at the ceiling.

What the hell did I get myself into, the auburn-haired girl thought. Her stomach rumbled causing the girl to grimace. Sasha decided she needed to eat food to handle the mess she was in since that was how she dealt with everything.

"You what!" gasped Krista staring at the auburn-haired girl in surprise. Ymir, typically the least emotional person in their group, raised an eyebrow in surprise.

"I already told you!" Sasha exclaimed glaring at the short blonde girl.

"I know! I want to hear it again!" the blonde-haired girl exclaimed.

"I am meeting with Mr. Zoe to discuss a potential job offer to be a part-timer babysitter for his friend's kids."

"You are meeting a stranger to talk about babysitting kids," Krista said slowly. "Sasha, are you serious? Do you know how strange that sounds?"

"You are doomed," Ymir said suddenly causing both girls to look quizzically at her. Ymir grinned at Sasha. "You are probably gonna get your neck slashed by this 'Mr. Zoe.'"

"Ymir!" gasped Krista mortified.

Sasha sighed. "Yeah. I leave my remains with you two considering I don't have any immediate family."

"Are you sure babysitting is your thing Sasha?" asked Krista ignoring the arm Ymir had thrown around her.

"I've babysat before. It won't be a problem."

She turned around and waved goodbye to the two bickering girls. As she made her way to her car, she pulled out a granola bar and took a bite of it. Sasha pulled out of the parking lot and headed towards her destination.

Sasha's mouth dropped open as she pulled through the gates once the gate guards finished interrogating her. This was almost unreal. The houses were so big three of her apartment complexes could fit inside these mansions. Damn rich people. Sasha arrived at a large pale blue home that designated that she had arrived at her destination. Sasha swallowed hard as she pulled into the driveway.

Sasha got out of her car and made a note of the bushes evenly cut as she walked the path towards the door. Before she could ring the doorbell, the door opened, and a tall, lean man with brown hair pulled messily up into a ponytail, wearing glasses grinned down at her.

"Hi! You must be Sasha."

"It's nice to meet you," Sasha said smiling. Hange gestured for her to come in and Sasha hesitantly walked in.

"Oh, you should take off your shoes."

Sasha pulled off her shoes and noticed the shoes at the door were all lined up neatly. She added he cute tennis shoes at the end of the line and followed Hange to the table. The pair both sat down and began to eat the sandwiches. Ham. Ham was her favorite.

"Do you like it?"

Sasha looked up surprised to see warm, brown eyes twinkling. "Oh, yeah. It's delicious."

"Glad you enjoy it. Let's go down to business."

Sasha lowered her sandwich and gave her full attention to Hange.

"Long story short, you will be a part-time babysitter for my friend's kids Eren and Mikasa. The dad's name is Levi Ackerman."

Sasha's jaw almost dropped open. Levi Ackerman. The Levi Ackerman. He was a big name in the business world, considered to be both ruthless and handsome. After all, he is Wall Rose's Number One on the Top Ten Hottest Men List.

Sasha jerked back to herself as Hange continued, "Just a little note about Levi is that he is a neat and clean freak. If there is one thing you will be required to do: it's to keep everything cleaned and in place. The guy is ridiculous. I honestly can't tell you how many times he went ballistic on me when I left something out of place."

"That isn't a problem," Sasha said. "I can keep things clean."

Hange grinned, "That's a good attitude you have there." He raised a long finger. "My second thing is a question. I am interested to know why did you decide you were interested in this job? Let me say this if you are in it just for the money and to get the spotlight as Levi Ackerman's children's nanny, you are in the wrong house."

Sasha closed her eyes. She knew this was going to be asked. "To be flatly honest, I need the job to pay for my life. I'm a college student in my second year, and I live in an apartment with two other girls which means I pay for everything. I don't have my parents to support me. I work whenever I am available at a café, and although it brings in decent money, it isn't enough to support me. Quite frankly, Mr. Zoe, I don't care about Levi Ackerman that much. I care more about the food on my plate than him."

Sasha looked down at her hands. She never told anyone the real reason why she worked all the time even though she had several scholarships supporting herself. Sasha didn't like telling people that she didn't have parents to help her. It was something she had preferred to keep to herself.

"I must say that you are the first person who said you didn't care about Levi Ackerman," Hange said with a small smirk on his face. "I'm sure Levi would work with you on the schedule." Hange pulled a folded piece of paper out of his pocket and unfolded it. "Now, I have several questions that I think are important to ask you. The first question is: do you have any siblings?"

"No."

"Do you have a boyfriend?"

"God, no," blurted Sasha before she could stop herself. Hange's lips twitched in amusement.

"Have you babysat before?"

"Yeah."

"When and who did you babysat?"

"I babysat a neighbor's kids for several years during high school."

Hange grinned and gave Sasha a thumbs-up. "I like you! In my opinion, you're hired."

"Thank you so much!" Sasha said relieved.

After the pair finished eating, Sasha took care of the dishes while Hange went to sit in the living room. Once Sasha was finished with the kitchen, Sasha joined Hange on the couch.

"Mr. Zoe—"

"Call me Hange. Mr. Zoe makes me feel old."

"Oh, you don't look old," Sasha mumbled. She then flushed red when she realized she didn't filter her thoughts.

Hange snorted with amusement. "I feel old. Babysitting eight-year-old twins is sure a pain in the ass. Excuse me for the language."

Sasha merely smiled. She glanced around the place. It then hit her what was missing. "Speaking of the kids, where are they?"

Hange snapped his fingers. "That's right! I told them to stay in their rooms until I finished speaking with you. Would you like to meet them?"

"Of course!"

"Wait here," Hange said as he unfolded his long form from the couch. Sasha watched as Hange walked towards the suitcase and cupped his mouth with his two hands. "EREN! MIKASA! YOU CAN COME DOWN AND MEET MY FRIEND!"

Hange took a seat next to Sasha on the couch. "They are getting sick and tired of babysitters, to be honest."

"Really? Why?"

Hange shrugged. "Levi picks the babysitters, and I guess the kids don't like the babysitters. I decided that I would be the one to pick a babysitter that Eren and Mikasa approve of."

Sasha was dumbfounded. What did the babysitters do that caused these kids to dislike babysitters? Unless…Sasha remembered what Hange said. If you are in it just for the money and to get the spotlight as Levi Ackerman's children's nanny, you are in the wrong house. Well, fine, then. She would earn their approval. She could do this. Sasha calmly leaned back into the couch and listened to the patters of feet coming down the stairs.

Sasha turned to face to the twins standing in front of the couch where Hange and her sat.

"Who's this Hange?" the green-eyed boy said.

Sasha almost raised an eyebrow. Isn't he a confrontational child. Sasha inwardly grinned. She had babysat kids like this before, and she knew how to handle them.

"Eren and Mikasa, I would like you two to meet my friend Sasha."

"You mean babysitter," the dark-haired girl said.

Sasha calmly watched the boy, Eren, scowl. Here it comes. Sasha sighed. "Yes, I am your babysitter—"

"I don't like you," Eren said flatly.

"And I don't like your lack of respect, Eren," Sasha said firmly. Out of the corner of her eye, Sasha saw Hange slightly smile. Sasha shifted her gaze to meet those penetrating green eyes and dark eyes that were closely watching her, "I know how frustrating it has been for you to have babysitters who were using you to get close to your dad, but I could care less about who your dad is. I am here to watch you two for your dad. Nothing else. I promise."

Sasha practically held her breath as Eren looked at Mikasa. Both kids looked over at Hange who smiled and nodded his head.

"Promise?" Eren asked quietly. Sasha's eyes slightly widened when she saw Mikasa tug the scarf around her neck. They looked so vulnerable in that instant that caused Sasha to silently swear that she would not break her promise to them.

"I pinky promise," Sasha said holding up her pinky finger for the twins to take. Sasha smiled as the twins shook her pinky finger with their respective digit.

Hange clapped his hands together. "I knew you guys would like Sasha. I liked Sasha the moment I met her."

The four turned, startled when the telephone began to ring causing Hange to grumble about someone's impeccable timing. She turned her attention to the twins and said, "Do you guys want to do something while Hange takes that call?"

Eren and Mikasa looked at each other, and both kids grabbed her hands and proceeded to drag her up the stairs as Hange sighed and grabbed the telephone.

#attack on titan #sasha x levi #male!hange #mikasa and eren are adorable kids #modern AU #Sasha is a smart college girl #Ymir x Krista x Sasha friendship goals

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thatbluegibson · 6 years

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CH 15

“What,” Dave growled into his phone. He checked the clock next to his bed, surprised that it read 7:30am. He couldn’t remember the last time he had slept that long.

“I fucking told you, man,” Taylor shouted. “She’s fucking Depp and you’re her side chick.”

Dave dragged his hand down his face, trying to wake up. “Dude, it’s 7 in the morning.”

Taylor paused a moment, confused. “You’re usually up at 5, though. You okay?” He listened to Dave’s silence, “I’ll be there in ten” and hung up the phone.

Dave looked at his phone screen, tossed it across his bed and buried his face back in the pillows.

Fifteen minutes later he was standing in his kitchen swearing at his coffee maker while Taylor set up his laptop on the table. Finally pouring himself a cup of coffee, he slumped down in a chair next to Taylor.

“I’d offer you some, but fuck you,” Dave grumbled, still not fully awake.

Taylor ignored him. “Look,” he spun the laptop towards Dave and pointed at the screen.

Dave leaned forward and squinted at the screen. “Need your glasses, old timer?” Taylor asked.

“Yes, asshole,” Dave said, standing up to grab them off the kitchen counter. He didn’t sit back down, just leaned over the table to look at the laptop. A picture of Liz leaving a restaurant was blown up on the screen. “So? She had a business meeting last night,” he shrugged, but kept his eyes on the picture. She was wearing a short black dress with stiletto sandals and her leather moto jacket, and Dave made a mental note to download that photo to his phone.

Taylor dramatically clicked the mouse and another photo of Liz popped up. This time, Johnny was right behind her grinning at the camera as he climbed into the same SUV.

“They probably carpooled or something,” Dave said, standing back up and ripping his glasses off his face. “This is high school drama shit, Taylor.”

“That’s what I’m trying to fucking tell you, man!” Taylor jumped up. “You don’t need this shit in your life! Actresses are nothing but trouble.”

“No, I mean you lurking TMZ for Liz is some high school drama shit,” Dave shot back. “That website exists solely on creating false stories and you of all people, should know that.”

“Do you want to bring more TMZ into our lives?” Taylor’s voice increased. “Do you want fucking more photographers and all that shit everywhere we go? Do you want every question asked in an interview to be about her? You want a celebrity nickname? Diz or Lave. Pick one, fucker, cause the media will do it for you if you don’t.”

“I don’t know, I kinda like Diz,” Dave quipped, trying to lighten the mood a little.

“Don’t,” Taylor warned, pointing a finger at him. “We have a good thing here, man. Please don’t fuck it up.”

Dave nodded, staring into his cup of coffee.

“I gotta take my kids to school,” Taylor said softly. “I’ll see you later.” He grabbed his laptop and let himself out the front door.

Liz sat on the white couch in her hotel room staring blankly at the woman in front of her. It was the second interview of the morning and Travis still hadn’t returned with her coffee.

“Any updates on the love life?” the woman grinned. Liz stared at her bleached white teeth and over-filled lips.

“No,” Liz said flatly, her eyes darting to Mark.

“Any comment on leaving a late night dinner with Johnny Depp?,” the interviewer pressed.

“She won’t comment on her personal life,” Mark reminded from the other side of the room, but Liz shot forward in her seat.

“I didn’t leave with him last night,” she said, feeling her throat tighten.

“There are several photos of you two leaving in the same car,” the woman shrugged, the plastered grin never leaving her face.

“Yeah, we dropped him off at his own car,” Liz continued, her voice sounding defensive.

“Liz...,” Mark warned.

With that, Liz settled back in her seat. “Are we done here?” she asked, annoyed.

“I think I have everything I need,” the woman sneered, grabbing her recorder off the coffee table and leaving the room.

“How many more,” Liz whined, hiding her face in her hands.

“Two and then photo calls,” Mark said joining her on the couch.

She groaned and stood up, moving to stand next to the tall windows, she glanced down at the trash can next to her feet and caught a glimpse of the coffee cup Dave had brought her the day before.

“You can take him to the Oscars, you know,” Mark said quietly.

“What?” Liz spun around to face him.

“Grohl. Take him to the Oscars,” he shrugged and pulled his phone from his blazer pocket.

“I don’t think… No,” Liz shook her head. “That would be weird.”

Mark shrugged again and tapped out a text.

“Why did Silva want me at his party?” Liz asked, looking back out the window.

“McCartney set that up,” he answered, still looking at his phone. “When you’ve been in the business as long as he has, you know how to play the game to your advantage.”

“The game isn’t any fun when you’re a pawn,” Liz mumbled, thinking thought for a moment. “You know, Mark? I’ve been thinking I’d like to take a break. After my commitments are done, I mean. Go home for a bit and actually be a mother to my kids.”

Mark set down his phone and sighed. “It’s an option. I can put some things on hold, but you’ll have to let me know soon. Offers and scripts are going to start raining down on you after the Oscars.”

Liz nodded, grumbling a little when she watched a black SUV pull up and Johnny step into the building.

“The wind chime has arrived,” she groaned.

Dave looked up from an almost complete set list when Taylor walked into the rehearsal space.

“Hey,” Taylor nodded, setting down a bag on the nearest chair.

“Hey,” Dave looked back down at the list, tapping his pen on the table top. “Are we doing ‘Long Road to Ruin’ or should we skip it?”

“Skip it,” Taylor flipped a chair around and read the list over Dave’s shoulder. “Look, man-“

Dave’s hand shot up from the paper, effectively silencing Taylor. “We’re not talking about it. It’s a non-issue. Let’s focus on this gig.”

Taylor held his hands up defensively. “I’m just looking out for you, man. You’ve been so… I don’t know, broody since… you know.”

Dave dropped his pen and sat back. “So I’ve been told.”

Taylor pushed his chair closer to Dave’s side. “I’d be a fucking disaster if Ally left me and it’s been hell just watching you go through this, so I can’t say I know what’s going on in your head. I’m stoked you’re getting back out there, but I just don’t think she’s right for the long haul.”

Dave kept his eyes on the set list, but his mind was racing. “She’s fucking perfect, dude. All that fame shit aside, she’s perfect… and I hate it.”

They both looked up as Nate walked in, exchanging a quiet look as Nate set down his bass case. Taylor slapped his hand on Dave’s shoulder and stood up to begin the rehearsal.

Liz lay in her bed, cocooned in piles of down comforters and pillows as she scrolled through her phone. Josie buzzed around her room laying out garment bags.

“So how did Sunday night go?” Josie asked, pulling a shoe box from the closet.

“Better than expected,” Liz perked up. “No business or coke, but I hung out with Dave Grohl pretty much the entire night.”

Josie stopped short in the middle of the room, her mouth hanging open, “You did what now?”

“He’s really nice,” Liz said, struggling to sit up in the pile of blankets. “Even helped me piss off Johnny a little.”

Josie jumped onto the bed and scooted closer to Liz, “And?”

Liz felt herself blushing, “And… nothing? He’s just a really nice guy and we hung out for a bit,” she said, confused as to why she was suddenly feeling shy. Josie was her one close friend in LA, all the others proving to be in it for the peripheral fame. Josie’s eyebrows raised a little, coaxing Liz to tell more. “He invited me to a show tomorrow night,” she mumbled, looking back at her phone.

“And you’re going,” Josie decided. “What are you gonna wear?”

“I don’t know. Jeans and a shirt?” Liz said, thinking about her texts with Dave. “It’s a show at the Roxy.”

“That sounds so fun!”

Liz threw the covers off her shoulders, “You should come with me! Please go, I don’t want to be alone!”

Josie looked confused for a moment. “But… like, he’ll be there...”

“Yeah, but kinda busy since he’s in the band and all,” Liz explained.

“Oh it’s a Foo Fighters show! Hell yeah I’ll go!” Josie bounced with excitement.

“Okay, but I need a favor,” Liz added, an idea popping into her head.

Josie narrowed her eyes at her friend. “… what,” she said lowly.

A smile spread across Liz’s face, “It’s gonna sound weird, but just heard me out.”

#dave grohl fanfiction #dave grohl fanfic #dave grohl #thatbluegibson

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bettycper · 6 years

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If Looks Could Kill

Word Count: 1,379

Summary: Veronica sets her best friend up on a blind date, but who with exactly? Could it be someone Betty knows? And what could it lead into?

Notes: i definitely want to write more of this. maybe lead it into some smut woohoohoo

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Betty Cooper was not one to keep secrets from her friends. She was an open book, whether she liked it or not. As a child, she found it annoying that she couldn't lie or get away with things. She'd purse her lips and keep a straight tone, but to no avail, she was a walking truth. Jughead was the polar opposite, which might have been why they didn't get along as well as kids. Sure, they'd hang out with Archie, but they never molded together like Betty and Archie did. None of that mattered now, however; not when they were in high school. Betty had grown into her own skin, found some new friends, and lost some old.

Jughead never really thought much of Betty until Sophomore year, when they were put in the same class, AP literature. No doubt would Betty be found in as many AP classes as possible, but since Jughead was transferred to the class after his astounding presentation the year prior, he found himself passing her every morning. They didn't talk much, barely noticing each others company until paired for a writing project. After that, they became closer, walking to class and occasionally hanging out at Pop's, and eventually their best friends Archie and Veronica became an item, which meant they hung out even more.

"B, do you want me to do your makeup for tonight?" Betty was getting dressed up for a blind date that Veronica promised would change her relationship status. Betty hadn't agreed to it at first, worrying about the risks of meeting a total stranger and having to sit through a dinner with them, but Veronica eased her mind, promising her she wouldn't be disappointed.

"Sure, hold on." Betty walked to her mirror, ducking under her desk to grab a small shoebox of makeup. She set it down, both of the girls positioning themselves on the bed. They had innocent chatter about the date, and about Archie, and about school. Veronica finally finished, telling Betty to smack her lips together. Betty got off the bed, putting the makeup back and admiring the art Veronica had done on her face. Light blush, eyeliner and pink eyeshadow, it all came together so perfectly.

"You look so fierce, B. If looks could kill..." Veronica moved behind Betty, taking her shoulders and looking at them in the mirror. Betty's phone went off, alarm ringing and reminding her it was almost time to leave. Betty grabbed her purse, looking one last time in the mirror and flattening her dress. Veronica led her down, the small clicks of her white heels against her hardwood stairs anxiously swelling in her ears.

"Okay, so I can't give you a name but he'll introduce himself. And don't worry, you don't have a curfew tonight." Veronica smiled slyly at Betty, looking her up and down before giving her a big thumbs up. Veronica signaled to the door, watching Betty step down her walkway to the Uber that was waiting outside. She sighed, admiring her best friend; she knew her secret date would adore her.

Betty looked outside of the Uber as it came to a stop, jaw dropping a little bit from the luxurious look of the building in front of her. Veronica had really gone all out, she told Betty it'd be a nice little date, but she didn't assume something this fancy. She thanked the driver, taking delicate steps to the door, too aware of her posture and straightening her back. She walked in and waited at a small set of booths until she was called up.

"Last name?" The lady smiled at Betty, all perfect Auburn hair and white teeth.

"Lodge." Betty gave a smile back as the women looked down, scanning her list.

"Right this way." She walked Betty to a small table in the middle of the restaurant, and to her surprise, she knew exactly who the mystery man was. There he was, dressed up all nice, a neat smile plastered on his face.

"Jughead Jones..." Betty raised her eyebrow and giggled, sitting down and scooting her chair in.

"You're early, I didn't even have time to get up and push your seat in." They both shared an innocent laugh before he awkwardly took his hand out from under the table, handing her a couple of roses. They were neat and pink, undoubtedly picked because they reminded him of her.

"So how much did Veronica pay you to do this?" Betty gave a friendly scoff.

"No currency, just this dinner. Besides, she didn't have to bribe me. Come on, free dinner? Pretty girl?" He leaned in, causing her to lean in too. "Did I mention free dinner?!" They both fell into an outburst of giggles. As soon as they ordered, the food was there. They ate, Betty taking neat, delicate bites and Jughead trying his hardest to pace himself through the giant burger he ordered.

"Only you would come to such a luxurious establishment and order a Burger, Jones." Betty teased him, playing footsie under the table idly and almost seductively.

"We're both eating meat, in my book that's the same." They exchanged smiles and finished their dinners respectively through small talk and lots of laughs. When the night came to an end and they walked out of the restaurant together, Jughead turned to Betty.

"This was really nice." Betty nodded. "Do you... want to come to my place? Watch a movie or something?"

"I don't know..." Betty hesitated, thinking of the homework she had that weekend.

"Come on, I have hot chocolate." Betty locked eyes with him and gave him an innocent, almost child-like smile. She was sold. They got to Jughead's house. He offered to take her shrug as she shimmied out of it, and at that moment all he could ask himself is why she wanted to wear a cropped jacket with short sleeves, and how that could keep her warm at all, so he just blurted it out.

"Why do you wear these?" Jughead instantly regretted it, giving himself a little disgusted look.

"Pardon?" Betty turned around to meet his gaze.

"The uh... little jacket." Betty looked at the shrug and laughed.

"To confuse boys like you." Little flirt. Jughead side-eyed her and placed her shrug on a coat hook before disappearing into the kitchen to make the hot chocolate he promised her. Betty followed him in, putting the roses he got her in a tall glass of water to preserve them until she returned to her house the next day. As the water boiled, he came back into the living room to open his laptop and click a bookmark that led to an illegal website with tons of movies and shows, because 1. He had no money for TV or cable, and 2. He had no money for Netflix. He scrolled until he found a good movie, because Betty was being no help at all. What do you want to watch? Anything, you can choose. Do you want to watch this? Yeah, I don't mind. What about this? Sure.

Jughead heard the screaming of the kettle and rushed to turn the stove off, preparing their hot chocolate. He was extra generous with her marshmallows, adding plenty in, secretly hoping she might just drown in them. Then he began thinking about Betty swimming in sweet, gooey food. His mouth watered, then he snapped out of the dumb fantasy. They drank their hot chocolate and watched A Streetcar Named Desire, a classic Betty hadn't even ever heard of.

An hour in, Betty started drifting off, inches away from falling asleep right into Jughead's lap. He noticed from the corner of his eyes of her drooping lids and assumed it was bed time. He picked her up bridal style, taking her down the hall into his room and putting her in his bed. She smiled, thanking him and pulling the sheets up. Jughead didn't plan this out, because he had no where to sleep. He began taking pillows and putting them on the ground until Betty noticed what he was doing. "Just sleep next to me, Jug." Betty was half asleep, idly patting the open area beside her. Jughead hesitated, then began moving his pillows back up and eventually tucking himself into bed.

#riverdale #bughead #betty cooper #jughead jones #fanfic #fanfiction #ao3 #jetty #betty x jughead #my fic

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pebble-xo · 7 years

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Six Numbers [REQUEST]

On your 18th birthday, they appeared.

Six little black numbers printed on the inside of your wrist.

10 - 07 - 17

As permanent as a tattoo and as mysterious as the Bermuda Triangle.

You had no idea where it came from or how it came to be on your wrist. You didn’t even know what the numbers meant. But it felt important. There was something in the very back of your mind that told you your spontaneous tattoo signified something - although you had no idea what.

Like any other eighteen year old who doesn’t know the answer to something, you took to the internet in search for answers. Reading through the results, you scrolled through the explanations, each seeming crazier than the one before. Potential coordinates to the hidden kingdom of El Dorado? A sign from God predicting the end of the world? Every conspiracy theory was more ludicrous than the last.

There was one website that caught your attention, a girl’s blog who wrote about a story similar to yours. On her 18th birthday, she woke up to a tattoo on her wrist of six numbers, just like yours. For her, the numbers represented a date. The day she met her soulmate. Reading her story, how she fell down a flight of stairs and broke her leg, how the paramedic who came to her rescue had the exact same six numbers tattooed on his wrist, how something in her heart told her that this man was everything she could ever want, it was like a fairytale.

For some reason, the girl’s story seemed to resonate with you more than other crackpot speculations. Perhaps it was the hopeless romantic in you, but a tattoo of the date you might meet your soulmate definitely wasn’t the worst birthday present.

And so you waited.

Days. Months. Years.

Time went by and the six numbers printed on your wrist became mostly forgotten. Sometimes your fingers traced them when you couldn’t sleep, your mind drifting off into different scenarios of how you’d meet your soulmate. Maybe he would be someone you bumped into on your way to work or one of the guys your friends introduced you to.

The more you thought about it, the more you wished it all to be true. The tattoo. The date. It all had to mean something. Why couldn’t it signify your soulmate? You started to long for the man who would hold your heart. The man who would love you unconditionally.

Whoever he was.

—

Waking up to the annoying sound of your alarm, you rolled over onto your front and threw your arms out to reach for your phone and shut it up. It was early, the light of dawn peeking up over the skyline through the far window on the other side of your room. You checked the time on your phone but got distracted by something else: the date.

1o - 07 - 17

It was today.

Somehow, somewhere, on this day, you would meet the love of your life. That was if the story about your tattoo was true. You believed it was, and that was enough for you.

A quick glance at your wrist made you smile, your thumb tracing over the six numbers. The thought of meeting your soulmate today made you practically jump out of bed. Your stomach was a bundle of nerves and doubt, but there was excitement fluttering in there too, making your whole body seem to buzz.

You wanted to race to get ready, eager to start your day. However, you didn’t want to meet your soulmate looking like a mess. You took a warm shower, washing your hair with your sweet-smelling shampoo that left a vanilla aroma lingering around you. With your necessary cup of coffee in your hand, you sat at the little vanity table in your bedroom and started applying your daily makeup, the radio playing softly in the background. You decided to let your hair dry naturally in waves - your mum always said you looked prettiest when your hair was in natural waves. By the time your coffee mug was empty, you were choosing something to wear, going with a short denim dress that cinched in at the waist and black knee-high heeled boots.

Checking the time, you realised you spent too much time getting ready and now you were going to be late opening up the shop. You threw your bag together and ran out of the door, toast in your mouth, your heart high with the prospect of meeting your soulmate. You only just made it to the bus in time.

On the entire journey to work, you were constantly looking around the bus, alert to anyone who might have the same tattoo as you. Every guy that got on made you sit up a little straighter in your seat but none of them were the one. You felt like when you met him, you would know it. Something inside you would just tell you.

You were so distracted, you almost missed your stop.

As you headed up the high street towards your store, you spotted your best friend Mia outside, her long pastel pink hair tied up in a high ponytail. Mia had been your best friend since you were babies. Your mothers were best friends, so naturally you gravitated towards each other. Since then the pair of you had been inseparable. You went to the same schools all the way up to university, and then when you graduated, you started up your own boutique together.

“Good morning beautiful,” she exclaimed cheerfully as you approached, handing you an iced coffee while she started opening the store. “You’re looking particularly gorgeous today.”

You grinned bashfully, sipping on your coffee. “It is a Friday. I thought I’d make an effort,” you replied covertly, eyes watching the street still. “I thought you were going to dye your hair purple last night?” you remembered, turning back to your best friend while she opened the glass doors of the store.

Mia shrugged, letting you in first and then locking the doors behind her. “I decided to stay pink a little longer. It matched the heels I bought for tonight,” she explained, following you to the back where your stockroom and office were. “You are still coming tonight?”

“I’ve been looking forward to a Long Island Iced Tea all week.” You smiled back at your best friend and sat down at your desk, looking down at the little numbers on your wrist. Maybe you’d meet him at the bar tonight.

“That’s my girl,” Mia cheered cutely.

—

You weren’t much use at work, your mind was too distracted by the six numbers on your wrist and who they could lead you to. Every customer who came in would make you freeze on the spot in anticipation, but none of them were the one. You couldn’t explain it but you knew if you met him, your heart would know.

However when you were finally closing the store up at the end of the day, you’d had no such feeling and you couldn’t help but feel disappointed. You were sure the reason for your sudden tattoo was for your chance to find love but maybe you’d been building your hopes up all these years. Maybe one of the other theories you’d read about were correct.

Were you about to find El Dorado instead?

Mia nudged you in the ribs, looking up from her handheld mirror she was using to reapply her eyeliner to frown at you. “Are you alright? You’ve been acting funny all day,” she mused softly, pouting her lips together.

“Just a little tired,” you replied quickly, shaking your head to clear your mind and then looking back down at your desk to count out your takings for today. Friday was always one of your busiest days. “I’ll be fine after a cocktail or two,” you joked lightheartedly.

“Then hurry up and count the money,” your best friend answered back, staring at you a little longer before turning her attention back to her eyeliner.

After counting up your takings for the day and securing everything in the safe, you let Mia retouch your makeup. She was the more creative one out of the two of you. She handled most of the fashion decisions for the store while you put your business degree to good use. Just before leaving, she made your eye makeup a bit more dramatic and gave you a dark berry lip. When she was happy, you both grabbed your bags and headed out.

The two of you locked up the store, walking up the high street arm in arm. The cocktail bar was the usual hangout for you and your friends, probably because it was the closest bar to the store and the drinks were cheap and very alcoholic.

Benny the bouncer recognised you immediately, pulling back the velvet barrier and letting you both pass. “Looking good this evening ladies,” he complimented sweetly in his deep voice, giving you a little wink.

“Such a flirt Benny,” Mia teased, looking back over her shoulder and blowing him a kiss.

It wasn’t very busy inside the bar so it was easy to spot Lylo, Belle and Haylee crowding around your usual table. You could even hear their laughter over the muted dance music that was vibrating the floor. They spotted you both immediately and waved enthusiastically, lifting their drinks up and cheering.

“I’ll get you that Long Island,” Mia murmured directly into your ear, pushing you in the direction of the table while she headed to the bar.

Weaving around the tables, you ran up to your friends and wrapped your arms around Lylo’s waist, squeezing her tight. “You started without us!” you exclaimed, frowning at the rest of the table with a look of mock hurt.

“You were taking too long,” Lylo retorted loudly, turning in your arms to press her lips to your cheek.

Sliding onto the stool next to her, you tucked your bag behind you and flicked your hair out of your face. “That was my fault. I’ve been a bit distracted today,” you explained, glancing down at the numbers on your wrist.

“Anything wrong with the store?” Belle asked opposite you, sipping on her mojito elegantly.

You shook your head quickly. “The store is actually doing really well,” you replied, brushing your thumb across your tattoo in your lap. “My mind has just been in other places all day.” Even now, you were looking around the bar for someone you didn’t know, your heart still optimistic and hoping.

Haylee laughed lightly. “Is your mind here now?” she questioned.

“It better be,” Mia answered for you from behind, handing you a Long Island Iced Tea and sliding onto the seat between Belle and Haylee. “Because it is Friday ladies and I am determined for us all to have a good time,” she declared, lifting her cocktail over the the table.

“I’ll drink to that,” Lylo cheered, and everyone clinked their glasses together.

—

As the night went on, the cocktails helped you loosen up and have a little fun. Soon thoughts of tattoos and soulmates were replaced with laughter and dancing. You came to the conclusion that you were wrong. The six numbers on your wrist didn’t signify the date you would meet your soulmate. It was just a freak of nature. It didn’t mean anything.

Instead of worrying about what could or might happen, you decided to just let go and party with your old university friends. The night grew later and the bar turned the music up, the beat pulsing through the air. After a few cocktails, Lylo loved to think of herself as a Beyonce, her body itching for the dancefloor. It took a couple more drinks before the rest of you joined her.

You danced and swayed and smiled and laughed, forgetting everything else and living in the moment. The last thing on your mind was the small tattoo printed on your wrist.

You wanted to stay out all night but someone had to open up the store tomorrow and Mia was practically hanging off of Haylee as she swayed, so the responsibility fell to you. Checking the time on your phone, you dropped it back into your bag and swung it onto your arm. You weaved back around the tables until you found your friends dancing. “I’m going home,” you called out over the loud music into Belle’s ear.

She spun around and frowned, red painted lips pouting. “Definitely lunch on Sunday?” she asked loudly, giving your a brief hug.

You nodded and waved goodbye to everyone else, blowing them kisses until you were leaving the bar.

“Have you got a kiss for me too?” Benny asked, flashing his big blue eyes at you.

Outside the bar, the night’s air was a little chilly, your bare arms shivering. It was late, nearly midnight, but the city was only just waking up to bright lights and loud music. “Maybe next time Benny,” you giggled, hurrying up the street towards the row of taxis parked at the side of the road and climbing into the nearest one.

Ten minutes later, you were pulling up outside your apartment building.

You quickly paid the driver and got out, taken back by the two guys stumbling up to your building, one more drunk than the other judging by the way he had to be held. One of them you recognised: the drunk one lived a couple of floors above you. He wasn’t the one you were paying attention to though.

His friend, the one helping him remain standing, was the one your eyes immediately fell to. His floppy black hair covered his forehead, his face breathtakingly handsome and yet cute like a puppy too. He looked over at you with bright cinnamon coloured eyes as a wide smile stretched his pink lips and flashed his white teeth.

Feeling a little embarrassed to have been caught staring, you ducked your head a little, feeling the blush burn your cheeks. Still you couldn’t help yourself, peeking a glance and seeing him struggle under the weight of his friend. You rushed forward. “Want some help?” you offered quietly, locking your hands in front of you awkwardly.

“I’m not about to say no to a lady so pretty,” he sighed gratefully with a heart-stopping smile. He adjusted his hold on his friend while you ducked under his arm and held onto the drunk’s waist, steering him in the direction of your building. “I’m Baekhyun,” he told you spontaneously, leaning past his friend to smile at you.

“Nice to meet you,” you answered, introducing yourself and watching his smile grow even more. Your heart suddenly started to flutter like a hummingbird as you replayed his name over and over in your head. It sounded so… right.

Baekhyun ran his spare hand through his hair and looked down at the floor. “Do you live here too?” he asked, biting his bottom lip a little nervously. Were you the one making him nervous? Was this really happening?

“Yeah, for about a year now,” you told him easily, feeling inexplicably safe with telling him such personal things about yourself. “I own a store on the high street so I moved here to be closer to the business.” Using your fob on your keys, you buzzed all three of you into the building.

“You own a store?” he stammered a little in disbelief. “Will I have shopped there before?”

You chuckled, leading him and his friend across the foyer to the elevator. “Not unless you secretly wear girl’s clothing?” you quipped to him.

Baekhyun laughed melodiously and threw his head back, the sound like music to your ears. “I have once but I can’t say I enjoyed it,” he hinted at, catching your eye and winking to you. Your insides immediately turned to jelly. “But that’s a story for another time when my best friend isn’t passed out between us.”

Was he asking you out?

Reaching forward, you pressed the button in the wall and called for the elevator, watching the numbers descend to the ground floor. You could feel his stare on your skin, leaving little goosebumps as his cinnamon eyes made you squirm on the spot. There was something about him that made you nervous and excited all at the same time.

“That’s a cool tattoo,” he commented as the elevator arrived, nodding his head to your wrist where the six numbers were - bold and black. “What is it exactly?”

You stepped into the elevator carrying his friend, holding your wrist out in front of you and staring down at the tattoo. “It’s just some numbers I got for my 18th birthday,” you told him, not feeling shy like you usually did when people asked about the numbers. “10 - 07 -”

“17?” Baekhyun finished, his lips slightly parted as his eyes searched your wrist for confirmation.

Then suddenly you felt the full weight of his friend before he inevitably collapsed onto the floor, his head flopping back onto the steel of the elevator.

Baekhyun had completely forgotten his friend and was just staring at you, taking off his jacket so he was standing in front of you in a black t-shirt. His body was slender but muscular, his arms strong and toned. His hands were long and gentle-looking but that wasn’t why you wanted to reach out and hold them. There was a little tattoo on the inside of his wrist … the exact same wrist your numbers featured on … the exact same six numbers that were printed on your skin printed on his too.

Baekhyun was … your soulmate?

“They are the same,” you stammered, completely speechless and unable to form a more coherent sentence. You felt overwhelmed with emotion: happiness and excitement and joy but also nervousness and a little bit of fear. Your heart was pounding hard and fast, your stomach filled with butterflies.

Stepping closer, Baekhyun lined his tattoo with yours, although your bodies never touched. “This is going to sound crazy.” he murmured a little breathlessly, his eyes looking up and meeting yours. “But do you believe in soulmates?”

You balked. Hearing the words leaving his mouth, made your heart skip a beat while it soared with happiness. Your knees started to shake and your legs felt weak. It was all real. He was real.

The story was true.

“You read the story on the internet too?” you said hesitantly.

His smile made your stomach flip. “It was the only thing that made sense,” he explained with a light laugh. “However I did think for a brief second that the numbers were going to lead me to El Dorado.”

“Me too,” you exclaimed, hands moving like a reflex to place themselves on his hard shoulders. “I started to think that it was all just a silly story. I’d gone all day and not one person had the same six numbers as me.” Your earlier disappointment had nothing on the pure elation you were feeling now. This man, admittedly this stranger, was your soulmate. Every cell in your body was screaming it out to you, nerve endings tingling, heart racing, palms sweating.

One of Baekhyun’s hands placed itself on your hip, while the other reached behind into his back pocket, pulling out a phone. “It’s one minute until midnight,” he told you, showing you his screen as proof.

You let a long sigh. Talk about leaving it to the last minute.

Looking up at his shining eyes, you felt the inexplicable need to kiss his lips. Maybe it was the cocktails catching up with you. Maybe it was because he was so handsome. Maybe it was because he was your soulmate. Even so, you reached up onto your tiptoes and pressed your lips to his.

As soon as you touched, your wrist burned with a flash of pain. The same thing must have happened to Baekhyun because he pulled back with a similar pained expression on his face. You held your wrist in front of you and stared down at the unmarked skin. “It’s gone,” you stuttered, turning your arm over and looking at the other just in case. But there was no tattoo anymore. The six numbers had disappeared as quickly as they came.

Baekhyun’s wrist no longer featured the numbers either. “I guess they were to help us find each other,” he replied, interlacing his fingers with yours and brushing his thumb across the patch of skin where your tattoo should have been. “Its work is done.”

You looked up at his smiling face and couldn’t help but beam with delight. “I bet it’s lucky your friend got so drunk he needed to be taken home,” you commented, glancing down at the practically comatose man on the elevator floor.

“Oh shit, Jongdae!”

Baekhyun quickly scrambled to pick his friend up off the floor, pressing the 10th floor button and letting the elevator doors finally close. You moved to help, letting Jongdae’s arm flop limply over your shoulders while you went to hold him by his waist. Instead your hand found Baekhyun’s, your fingers running up his arm and holding onto it at his elbow.

As the elevator whizzed up to the 1oth floor, you leaned forward a little to look past Jongdae. “How about after we tuck this one into bed, we go back to my apartment and I make us some late night coffee?” you offered shyly, slightly nervous that you had been too forward and direct.

“I’d love to,” Baekhyun answered in a heartbeat.

You’d finally found him.

Your soulmate.

With you at last.

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jooheonies · 7 years

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SinglesMingle.com

Character(s): Reader X Changkyun, bestfriend!jooheon

Genre: fluff, borderline!crack

Warning(s): scientist!changkyun (is that a warning), online dating, bad humor

Length: 3.2k

Summary: In which your best friend sets you up for an online dating site and maybe it’s not so bad when you meet a scientist by the name of Lim Changkyun.

There’s a reason you don’t let Jooheon touch your laptop. Aside from the porn sites (and the numerous viruses acquired from them) he’s not to be trusted alone. You’ve known this since the third grade when he came over for a playdate and ended up drinking a bottle of Elmer’s glue while you went to the bathroom because he was too shy to ask for water.

He can’t be trusted.

So when he comes over a lazy Sunday morning and props his feet up your coffee, pressing his fingertips together as a slow smile stretches across his face, you know something must be up.

“You did WHAT?” You scream, the mug of tea in your hands slipping through unsteady fingers and dripping onto your clean rug. Not that you even notice, what with how much your eye is twitching and your fists are clenching, because goddamnit Lee Jooheon is not to be trusted.

“I signed you up,” he breathes, eyes sparkling with excitement, “for a dating site!” He claps gleefully as he finishes his sentence, dimples deep and smile wide.

You rake your hand through your hair in frustration, eyebrows snapping together. “Why would you do–”

“Because you’re turning into one of those old cat ladies, but with dogs,” Jooheon explains, smile still wide, “and it’s turning you into a real meanie so I think you should get out there.” He furrows his eyebrows for a second and rubs his chin. “Get laid,” he adds as an afterthought.

You glare at him, teeth gritted. “I am perfectly fine being single.”

“Maybe you should try to mingle,” he replies, eyebrows waggling.

Jooheon pulls out his phone, clicking through the fifty tabs he has pulled up on his internet browser.

“So I was looking up porn on your laptop when I came over last week–”

“I told you to stop doing that!”

“–and I saw all the pictures of your dogs that you have saved as your wallpaper and I realized you live a sad, sad life–”

“It’s not sad! I like my dogs!”

Jooheon stops talking, rolling his eyes and shooting you an incredulous look.

“You named one of them Doggo.”

“It’s a good name!”

He wrinkles his nose and drops his phone onto the sofa, crossing his arms over his chest. “It’s a dog and you named it Doggo and you named the other Pupper.”

“Get out of my house.”

Jooheon cackles and scooches closer, nuzzling into your arm, phone back in his grip. “You love me. Moving on, I made an account for you and you’re going to fill your profile in with me or I’m setting you up with Son Hyunwoo from Human Resources.”

You groan, head tipping back to rest on the back of your sofa. Son Hyunwoo is . . . interesting. He once thought the fire alarm in the break room was broken so he set the Hoseok’s cactus on fire to test it. It resulted in the entire office having to deal with a forced evacuation and coming back to the smell of burning cactus and smoke that continues to linger in the air seven months later.

Hoseok held a funeral in the parking lot and cried for two months over the loss, and to this day, he still sniffles every time he sees the corner it used to sit in. Hyunwoo is interesting.

“I’m not going to date Hyunwoo,” you groan, picking at your nails.

“Then let’s get your profile going!” He exclaims, doing a little jig where he sits.

“No, you can’t make me–”

“I used your credit card.”

Your eyebrows shoot up, anger flaring. “You what? How did you even get that?”

Jooheon scuttles to the other end of the couch, hands raised defensively and tosses his phone towards you.

“Woah, man, I’m just trying to help my best friend get laid.”

“Yeah, and you might die before you get to see it happen.”

“Look,” he sighs, grimacing a little as he tries to force a smile on his face, “I think it would help if you just loosened up a bit–”

“Get. Out.” You fling the phone back at him and stand. “I’m cancelling the account so get out, loser. I never want to see you again.”

Jooheon groans and stands, brushing imaginary crumbs off his pants. “You haven’t heard the last of this,” he says, pointing a finger at your face. And with that, he stalks out the door, whistling and swinging his hips.

Unfortunately, it turns out that Jooheon was more or less right. Monday night finds you sitting cross legged on your bed, scrolling through the dating website, singlesmingle.com of all names. You had originally logged on to figure out how to cancel an account but two little pings echo in your silent room when you sign in and it peaks your interest.

The little message box in the corner has a little red bubble in the corner and you wrestle with the decision of clicking on it for a good five minutes before you cave. When you open the page, two users pop up.

Your options are limited to science_is_my_kokoro and hamsta-luv.

The next three minutes are spent with you wondering what kind of fucking website Lee Jooheon signed you up for.

The first message, from hamsta-luv, is creepy, for lack of a better word. It consists of a single smiley face and a tongue emoji. You slowly click the block button next to his username.

The second message is decidedly less creepy, a simple ‘sup’, from science_is_my_kokoro. When you click on his user name, it redirects to his profile page and your eyes flit over his bio as you hunt for a picture, clicking on the read more tab.

His profile picture pops up and for a second you stop breathing and the room starts spinning because good lord this man is gorgeous.

He’s wearing a white lab coat, round glasses perched low on the bride of his nose as he flashes a tight smile at someone behind the camera, dimples deep and eyes sparkling. Your breath hitches as you scroll through his photo album, lips curving into a smile when you find a picture of him cuddling a golden retriever and another one of him sitting in a park, legs wrapped around a tree. You find yourself shaking your head, staring at his photos for who knows how long because what is someone this attractive doing on a dating website and why is he talking to you of all people. It takes a good ten minutes before you can finally calm your heart rate, clicking on the back button and searching for his profile.

This time you properly read his bio, searching for any signs that he may be one of those creepy men you hear about in the news.

I am what I.M, bro. You and I, we fit together like the sticky ends of recombinant DNA. Interests: science, dogs, dog videos, the periodic table of elements.

It’s childish but cute and you can’t help the spark of curiosity that blooms in your chest, prompts you to wonder too many ‘what if’ scenarios. What if he’s not a creepy stalker and what if he really likes your dogs and what if he lets you poke his dimples and–

You inhale shakily and click on his name again, slowly typing out ‘hi’ into the message box. Your eyes read over the message eighteen times to make sure you haven’t somehow misspelled it and you click send, wincing when a whoosh sounds from your laptop.

And then you wait, fingers drumming nervously on your laptop. As you wait, you go to your own profile. What you find there nearly has you flinging your laptop at the wall, already prepared to hunt down Jooheon and strangle him, because what kind of friend does this.

Henlo~ I’m h0t trust me date me im mean 2 my frendos but not 2 my luhvurs Interests: eating, sleeping, hitting people (even my super sweet best friend), and doggos

The profile picture he has set is of the one your mom took of you during halloween in the seventh grade and you’re wearing a giant pumpkin costume with a green stem on your head, braces flashing unattractively in the camera.

Lee Jooheon is not to be trusted.

You’ve spent the last few minutes, kicking at your sheets in frustration and clawing out your hair because you’re doomed there’s no way this cute boy is going to think you’re normal and now you’ll never know–

A loud ping! sounds from your laptop and you nearly fall off the bed as you scramble, squinting at the screen and clicking on the notification above the messages.

From: science_is_my_kokoro

What’s up?

You choke.

Jooheon barges into your apartment the next evening, swinging a bag of beer in his hand and yelling something about ‘best friends night!’ You wave your hand dismissively at him as you continue clacking away at your laptop.

Turns out, science_is_my_kokoro is a cute laboratory geneticist who’s also been roped into this website by a friend and goes by the name of Changkyun. You spent all last night talking to him, first polite and stiff, but as the night wore on, he grew more and more relaxed, eventually spamming you with nine smileys and messages with very poor grammar.

Your conversations consisted of random topics, mostly dogs at first. Changkyun sent you three dog videos and you sent him pictures of Pupper and Doggo. He didn’t hesitate to immediately tease you over the name choice, snarky comments and sassy jokes, but you find that it doesn’t annoy you as much when he does it.

“Hey!” Jooheon whines, poking your shoulder and pouting. “Why’re you ignoring me?”

“Wait. I’m doing something.”

He props his chin up on your shoulder, tilting his head to eye the screen, and out of the corner of your eye you watch as his mouth drops open, a gasp slipping past his lips.

“YOU’RE USING IT? YOU’RE ACTUALLY USING IT?” He asks, voice too loud in your apartment as he lifts his head off your shoulder.

You turn your head slowly to glare at him, hissing, “Why are you screaming? Are you trying to make sure I wind up with a noise complaint?”

Jooheon recoils, clearing his throat, “Right. Sorry. But you’re actually using it!” He squeals the last sentence, body writhing in some strange rendition of a happy dance.

You roll your eyes and look back down at your laptop, lips curving into a smile when Changkyun sends you another message, something about having to study beetles for work.

Jooheon hooks his chin on the screen of your laptop and pouts. “Stop ignoring me. I’m your best friend.”

“Fuck off,” you respond, not bothering to look up at him as you blindly reach over to crack open a can of beer, patting the space next to you and handing him the tv remote. It takes a few more pokes from him for you to close your laptop and finally stop messaging Changkyun.

A week later, you both exchange phone numbers, because lugging around you laptop to talk whenever you’re out off the house is annoying, especially since it requires you hunting down a place with wifi and hogging it just so you can exchange a few words with him. He’s cute, texts you random things during the day, pictures of things that reminded him of you and questions about what kind of cereal he should buy.

You both stay up late nights, rolling around bed and sending each other cheesy texts and sometimes Jooheon comes over with beer and offers to set you up with Hyunwoo because you still haven’t met up with Changkyun.

“I just–” he sighs, rubbing a hand over his face and taking a swig from his can of beer, “I just want you to get laid already, man.”

“Yes, thank you very much Jooheon.” But also you agree, because Changkyun has really nice hands and lips and sometimes he sends you selfies and you can see his dimples and–

You might be in over your head.

In three months, locations are exchanged and, as fate would have it, it turns out you both live in the same city, nearly in the same area. He tells you of a cafe three blocks away, one that has a park next to it that he likes to take his dogs to and you both decide to meet up for coffee.

It’s just coffee.

But then he goes to sleep and a funny sort of panic settles in your gut and you spend the next hour rifling through your closet in search of an outfit. You wind up sitting in a pile of skirts and flowy blouses, frantic thoughts rushing through your mind because what if he doesn’t like you or thinks you aren’t cute or he’s actually a fifty year old pervert who lives in his parents’ basement.

It’s how Jooheon finds you in the morning, curled up in a heap of clothes at the foot of your bed.

“How adorable,” he chimes, clapping his hands, “my sweet little bumblebee all grown up and ready to go out and get laid!”

“I can’t meet him!” You wail, “He’s never gonna like me!”

Jooheon rolls his eyes and pushes you into the bathroom. “You’re going.”

“But–”

“You’re going.”

And that’s how you end up standing outside the cafe in an itchy pink skirt and a loose white blouse. You clear your throat, steeling your nerves as you walk through the door, and you’re not exactly sure what you’re expecting, but the man with the familiar dimples sitting three tables down in a blue button up and black jeans is damn cute and he’s smiling at you and oh god–

“Ch–Changkyun,” you squeak, awkwardly waving as you stumble towards the table.

“Hey,” he responds, pushing his glasses up the bridge of his nose as he stands, nearly knocking over the kid standing behind him. He apologizes profusely to both the kid and her mother, who both send him irritated glares before stalking out the cafe. “You look nicer than that picture of you in your profile,” he says sheepishly, rubbing the back of his neck and smiling.

You laugh, sliding into the seat across from him, “I would hope so, I was only twelve in that picture.” Stupid fucking dating website that won’t let you change your primary profile picture.

“It was cute,” he snickers, propping his chin up in his palm, elbow resting on the table. “I ordered us a vanilla milkshake because I’m pretty sure out said it’s you favorite.”

That was back when you were both first talking, about three months ago.

He hums, turning his head to look at the counter like it isn’t a big deal (it is).

“Do you remember mine?” He prompts shifting his gaze back to you and tilting his head.

“Strawberry shortcake,” you respond without hesitation, fingers coming up to splay across the table top.

He grins and you nearly keel over at the sight of his dimples. “Correct, m’lady!”

When the milkshake shows up, you’re surprised to see there’s only one on the tray.

“You didn’t order one?” You ask, eyebrows scrunched together.

“I did,” he replies with a grin, sticking two straws into the glass. He shoots finger guns at you and winks.

Oh.

You can’t tell if this is moving fast, but when he pushes the glass towards you, eyebrows raised, you find that you really don’t care.

So you lean forward, lips closing around the straw, and reenact all the cheesy summer teen movies you’ve seen, starry eyed and coquettish.

He leans forward, too, and he’s so close you forget exactly how to drink and he smells woodsy, with hints of sugar, like warm naps and fireplaces.

“I’ve wanted to try something,” he announces when you both leans back in your seats.

“What?”

“The woes of onlines dating do not allow me to do so” he sighs mournfully, shaking his head.

“What?”

“Whatever,” he says, jaw setting in determination, “I’m doing it.”

You’ve never been more confused.

“You’ve got a little something there,” he says, pointing at your upper lip. Your eyebrows furrow in confusion because you’ve been drinking from a straw and there’s no way there something on your face.

Changkyun fixes his gaze on you and licks his thumb, leaning over the table to swipe it across your upper lip. You shoot him a bewildered look pulling your head back in confusion.

“What are you doing?” You ask. “We’re using straws, Changkyun, there’s nothing on my face.”

His cool expression melts into a pout and he whines, voice lilting, “Just–okay? I haven’t been able to do anything cutesy because we met online and all I can do is send you memes and hope you laugh!”

Your head tilts back and you laugh, nervousness melting away as Changkyun brings a sense of comfort, of familiarity. He cracks a smile and tries to intertwine your fingers on the table because he ‘saw it in a drama once and it’s cute!’ but you only double over in laughter.

You both leave the cafe ten minutes later because he has a new shipment of beetles coming in and you have filing to get to, but he walks you back home and little butterflies flap in your stomach.

“So,” he says, standing in front of your apartment building, hands stuffed in his pockets. “I enjoyed this.”

“So did I,” you reply, fingers clutching the strap of your purse and you hiccup when he takes a step forward breath fanning over your lips. “Y’know I don’t usually kiss people on the first date.”

He takes step back and furrows his brows. “Oh.”

“But in this case,” you continue, a small smile blooming across your face, “I think I’m willing to make an exception.”

He grins and steps forward again, but this time there’s uncertainty behind his eyes, like he’s scared of doing something wrong.

You both stare at each other for what seems like eternity before his jaw sets in determination and he blurts out, “I’m going to kiss you now, okay?”

You haven’t dated in a while, but you’re pretty sure that’s a fairly unromantic thing to say. It doesn’t matter, though, because when he leans forward and presses his lips to yours, you find that you quite enjoy this feeling. Changkyun’s hands press against the small of your back, drawing you closer and you wrap your arms over his shoulders, fingers playing at the little hairs on the nape of his neck. He tastes like evening walks at the park and fireworks on the river and everything fades into the background as he tilts his head, lips moving softly over yours.

His lips feel better than they look, you note mindlessly, tracing the back of his neck with your fingers.

“So,” he breathes when you both pull apart, pressing his forehead against yours, “are we dating now?”

You gurgle back a mess of cracked syllables and broken words and nod, pulling him in for a second kiss because Lim Changkyun makes butterflies flutter in your stomach and makes your breath hitch.

So maybe, just maybe, you can learn to trust Jooheon a little bit.

A/N: 4am drabbles w nawar i wrote this in 2 hours and hAVE NO REGRETS yes i do what was this i used to write crack does it show

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tzds-gt · 7 years

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Hey, are you still doing the g/t ask thing? If so, could you write a small fic about my Googleplier imagine you reblogged?

Okay so initially I read your post and I was like ‘wait how would a borrower even order a Google IRL and how would they get confused about height’ and while I was figuring that out I saw this ask and I was like 'yeah sure why not I’m already thinking about it’

So… my hands slipped? ¯\_(ツ)_/¯

~~~

As a wild borrower, you often got lonely when changing houses. Your last house had mice, so you were settling into a new one for the time being. The owner was away on vacation which meant that getting food was hard, but setting up was easier.

And of course, you could explore all the perks of living in your new house for however long you would stay. Case in point: the owner of the house had a computer, and the password was on the side of the monitor.

You were enjoying having the internet again, as it had been a while. But during your scrolling, an advertisement caught your eye.

“Google IRL? What is that?” The advertisement showed a robotic man wearing a shirt with the signature G on the chest. Interested, you clicked through to the website.

“It answers questions for you, and does what you ask? Sweet! Convenient, and portable….” you read off. “What do those lines next to the height mean?”

You didn’t know, but it didn’t matter, anyway. Being a borrower, human measurements meant nothing to you. Five feet tall (with some weird fraction next to it), paired with words such as 'Portable’ and 'Convenient’, unfortunately convinced you that Google IRL would be around your height.

Of course, you were wrong. But that didn’t matter, as you gave an option to pay for Google when he arrived to your address.

After all, you wanted someone to adventure with.

And an adventure was certainly on it’s way.

“Delivery for (Y/N)… Mouse?” The delivery person asked. You had to come up with a fake last name, and you had just been looking at the computer mouse.

You bounced on the old door handle and swung your weight backwards. The door scooted open an inch or so.

“Um… hello?” The delivery person asked.

“Oooone- oof!- moment!” Getting the door open was a challenge, especially the way you were doing it.

Now, it was a windy day, and to the poor soul stuck with the mysterious package, your voice was lost to the wind. As they looked around, it became very apparent that nobody had been home for a while… and the door was opening by itself.

You suddenly fell from your perch and screamed. The delivery person immediately leaped to the conclusion that the house was haunted, and in fear they dropped the Google package and sprinted away. When he looked back, all he saw was the package mysteriously being dragged into the house.

Needless to say, they were filled with so much NOPE that they didn’t bother to wonder about getting paid.

Once inside, you pushed the door shut and looked at the package. It was bigger than you expected, but that was okay. You could cut up the packaging for use in your base.

You briefly hoped that there would be no assembly required, then began to open the package. After a few seconds, though, the box sprang open and a human jumped out. In the process, you jumped back to avoid getting stepped on. Looking up, all you could see was black sneakers, jeans, and the blue 'G’ shirt. But most importantly, you suddenly wished that you understood human measurements. This would not be easy to work around.

“Hello. I am Google IRL-” he cut off, swiveling around. “Who activated me?” His voice was deeper than you expected. It sounded nice.

The android took a step forward. “Is this some kind of game? It is very funny. My sensors can scan the area and find-”

“OKAY, GOOGLE!” You shouted.

Google looked around. You couldn’t imagine what was going on in his mechanical brain, but the poor dude had to be confused.

You ran forward a few steps and started climbing up his leg. “DOWN HERE!”

Google looked down and gently cupped his hands under you to lift you to eye level. “You are a borrower.”

You nodded. “You’re a robot. And um, I kind of ordered you.”

Google processed this information. “You are my owner?”

You nodded. “Yes! Well. Kind of. I can’t possibly keep you! The owner of this house is just on vacation!” You knew you were close to having a panic attack in Google’s hand, but the robot probably wouldn’t judge. “You can sit down, I guess. We’re gonna be here a while.”

He stepped through the house and seated himself on the couch. Lines of data scrolled up his glasses.

“If you cannot keep me, why did you order me?” he asked.

You glared at him. “I thought you were… smaller.”

Google smirked. “What would you like to do now? I can do basic tasks, or if you give me admin permissions, I could be fully autonomous and-”

Suddenly, you heard the garage door opening. Whoever lived here was home.

“Admin permissions aren’t necessary for what I’m about to ask.” You murmured.

Google looked annoyed, but calmly whisked away the permissions request.

“Get out of this house, and take me with you!” You shouted.

Google grabbed a red flannel from a nearby closet and placed you in the pocket. Then he ran out the back door of the house and walked into the woods behind it without a second question.

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Swipe Right on Mindfulness: Why I’m Glad I Gave Meditation a Try

“You have to be where you are to get where you need to go.” ~Amy Poehler

I sat there and listened, pretending to be interested.

Did he really just say he meditates every morning? Don’t roll your eyes. At least he’s really attractive. You can just ignore the hippy meditation stuff.

But c’mon. Meditate every morning at 6am? Who does that? How ridiculous.

So I did ignore his hippy meditation stuff; he eventually ignored me.

I have an endless supply of ill-fated dating-by-way-of-phone-app tales. Most of them end in a relatively similar fashion, but that’s for another blog or a cabernet-supported whine-fest with a good friend. This dating experience in particular was quite a bit different.

Although this was the last time I dated a beautiful actor-slash-model-slash-writer, it happened to be the start of something else. Something much bigger than the initial lesson I learned—that sliding my finger across a cracked iPhone screen while waiting in the grocery line behind an adorable elderly lady writing a check for donuts was, sadly, not going to lead me to my soulmate.

However, it would guide me to a discovery far more powerful and impactful.

Not until years later would I look back on this casual swipe right on my handheld device as one of the most profound decisions I had made in my adult life. To say it changed the trajectory of where I was headed wouldn’t be an overstatement.

Thanks, Tinder. I really should go back and award you those four stars. Remind me later.

But back to this awkward date.

Shortly before this guy began to “forget” to respond to my texts, before the “new phone, who’s this?” kick-to-the-gut, before the inevitable self-doubt blame game, there was a brief, almost forgettable moment during this date that I now fondly look back upon.

The Start of Something New

I was super insecure at the time.

How does my hair look? Why did I wear this old sweater? God, he’s a GQ cover model and I look like a rejected 1999 Old Navy performance fleece ad fused with the ‘before’ Proactiv infomercial image that airs at 2am.

My mind never stopped. I was the king of insults, and I was my favorite target.

But somehow, amidst the relentless inner dialogue and self-destructive thought patterns, I noticed a striking presence from this guy. When he spoke, he was so focused. When he listened, he did so intently.

Also, he was so nice. Plain and simple nice.

I suspected he wasn’t worried about what his hair looked like. (Note: It looked perfect. Whatever.) And it seemed like he wasn’t thinking ahead about what to say next, or regretting what he had said prior. He was present. So much so, it made me very uncomfortable.

As for myself, I had a checklist of things in my head to say as well as some predetermined witty lines that I was proud of—for real, some of them were funny. I even prepared some self-deprecating jokes about being a late-twenties directionless bartender, so I could at least claim to insult myself first if that subject came up.

It was exhausting.

Spoiler alert: This dating experience with Perfect Hair was short lived. But I beat myself up about it for a while.

What did I say? Why didn’t I get my haircut? Why didn’t I get a spray tan!? I went on and on. These questions were endless and unnecessary. Except maybe the tanning one. I really should have bronzed up a bit— a little color never hurt a pale person, as my mom always says. But I didn’t. And so there I was, annoyed, bitter, single—and yes, pasty.

At the time, it didn’t make any sense to me. I was bummed. I chalked it up to my continual bad luck and blamed the world for being out to get me. Ya know, the usual.

Little did I know that this one date would be such a turning point in my life.

A Seed Was Planted

My mind was a messy field of weeds and cobwebs, but somewhere among them was perfectly conditioned soil that could harbor some new kind of life. Something about this guy stuck in my mind. And that something grew. I would continue to insult myself for the foreseeable future, but I took a brief respite from the witty yet destructive banter in my head to explore that “silly hippy meditation stuff.”

“I meditate every morning,” I remember him saying.

I still thought this was a ridiculous admission, but I decided to look into it. Maybe for just five minutes. What did I have to lose?

So instead of spending further time mindlessly scrolling through my Instagram feed and wondering how I know so many people with flawless beauty who are perpetually on breathtaking vacations, I pulled up Google.

In addition to a roll of my eyes, the word “meditation” used to elicit a visual of an un-showered, bearded hippy sitting cross-legged, surrounded by a cloud of suffocating incense smoke, chanting unintelligible words.

It’s partly because the term carries with it some dated, preconceived ideas, sure. But I also grew up in a very conservative town a few miles down the road from the not-so-conservative Woodstock, NY, where a drive through would be a sightseeing tour of extreme body hygiene practices of “hippies” with a side of snide judgmental comments.

That was my introduction to this world. That was my initial—and only—understanding of people who participated in silly hippy meditation stuff.

But hold up: Meditation really just means sitting quietly and focusing on what’s going on in the moment? And breathing? That’s basically it? Is it really that simple?

Yah, man, it’s that simple.

There is obviously much more to it than that, of course. There are books upon books, courses and classes upon websites and blogs on meditation. But at its core, it really is so simple: Sitting and breathing.

Why the hell didn’t someone tell me that it wasn’t this weird, silly, far-left liberal belief system? That it didn’t require a robe, facial hair, and skipping a bunch of showers. I don’t have to chant? What about sitting cross-legged? Incense and a beard? No, no, and no?

WHAT. THE. HELL.

It sounded so easy and was also a huge relief, because I look terrible with a beard and I’m not at all flexible.

I had no reason not to give it a try.

I was finally in the perfect place, mentally and physically (no beard!), for my exploration of this topic to begin.

So I started reading. Book after book after book. With an apprehensive perspective and holed up in a coffee shop with my hand covering the title so no one could see what I was reading (Uh, It’s Game Of Thrones, bro,) I immersed myself in this stuff.

I also realize in hindsight that telling someone I’m reading Game Of Thrones is not any “cooler” than revealing I’m exploring meditation. It’s basically a dorky tie.

I started by seeking out authors who had the same skeptical approach that I initially had, as it helped me tread cautiously into something that could scare me away if I dove in too deep, too fast.

Initially, I thought it was a bunch of ridiculousness. I gave up once. Twice. Five times.

But I pushed through. I kept remembering that fleeting moment from that cringe-worthy date. How relaxed, how present, how kind he was.

He meditated every day.

If it worked for Head & Shoulders Model, it would work for me. I should put that on a hat.

Ever so slowly, in the subtlest ways, I began to notice a difference. It was minimal. It was almost unnoticeable.

I just felt… better. Lighter. Happier? Maybe. I couldn’t really pinpoint it, but it was something.

And it was exciting.

Everything Happens—Yes, You Guessed It—For a Reason

At this point, my perception of this ill-fated date started to shift. Maybe, just maybe, there was a purpose of this encounter. Maybe, just maybe, it was exactly what I needed at exactly that time in my life.

The phrase “everything happens for a reason” used to drive me crazy. Mostly because I find it’s something people usually say in lieu of giving actual advice. It’s a cop-out, really. If I tell you I was ghosted by awkward Prius guy, I don’t want you to tell me everything happens for a reason. I want you to confirm my beliefs that Prius drivers are obviously the worst and that it definitely had nothing to do with me.

But I now believe that everything really does happen for a reason. Even the existence of the Prius, though for reasons I have yet to understand.

And yes—even uncomfortable, no-good, very-bad dates.

Sometimes it just takes a little surrender and hindsight to come to this realization. For me, it also took a lot of cheap red wine and years of reflecting on past decisions—and eventually immersing myself in some mindfulness practices—to confidently say I understand this clichéd phrase. There’s always a lesson to be learned.

One of those lessons is that boxed wine gives me a bad headache.

Everything had happened as it should—to bring me to this moment, to this blog post, to this glass of wine (from a bottle), to this place in my life where I can reflect and appreciate. And what a liberating and exhilarating feeling it is to say, “Yup, that happened. Here I am. What’s next?”

I’ve spent most of my life under the impression that I made every wrong decision possible. That had I just gotten one thing right along the way, just one, I wouldn’t be where I am right now.

I would be married to the perfect person. I’d have a perfect career. A perfect kid. A perfect house. A perfectly filtered Instagram feed. A perfect chicken dinner, because clearly my inability to cook a simple meal stems from some bad decision I made somewhere along the way. Everything would be perfect and my chicken wouldn’t be rubbery.

But it’s not.

Or is it? Maybe this is perfection. (Not my chicken, though—I still overcook it every time!)

I’m exactly where I’m supposed to be.

It’s such a freeing feeling to let go of the past, to trust in where I am, to understand that everything I have experienced, whether I can understand it now or will come to a realization at some point down the road, has been leading me to where I am meant to be. My only job is to go with it.

Because, yes, everything is happening as it should, for a reason. Even the dates that don’t turn into what I had initially hoped they would.

Adopting this way of thinking has led to a much more relaxed, stress-free day-to-day life. Instead of wondering why something happened, I look for what I can take from the experience. Dating has led to endless discoveries about myself, other people, the world, and perspectives I was previously unfamiliar with.

Some monumental, some minimal.

Some dating experiences are so profound they lead you to stumble down a path to mindfulness and meditation, while others have more minor impacts, like several years of free HBO because a certain someone forgot to change his cable password after he abruptly and inexplicably stopped talking to you. (Thanks man! Hope you’re well!)

I’d say a more positive, mindful outlook and free weekly dates with VEEP’s President Selena Meyer are both steps in the right direction as well as perfectly fine reasons that these experiences occurred.

I believe all moments in life—big or small, happy or sad—always provide a takeaway. Of course, the harder the journey and the tougher the struggles, the more difficult it may be to find the reason. Maybe the reason will never be apparent. Perhaps we should trust that our path took us into—and through—these situations for a reason.

Not much has changed for me these days in terms of circumstances. I still go on the occasional bad date, have unexpected bummer days, and periodically find myself in inexplicable bad moods. But instead of dwelling on these moments or trying to find the reason behind them, I accept them. I trust that what seems “bad” on the surface may be beneficial in some unapparent way.

Plus, if I always tried to find a reason, I would drive myself mad and I would have less time for my aforementioned Instagram scrolling—by the way, I need to do more sit-ups. Oh and for real, am I the only one from my graduating class who isn’t #married?

Eyes closed, deep breath.

It would be misleading and simply unrealistic to say that meditation can lead to a smooth life filled with endless happiness. I don’t believe that to be true, and I think that would be missing the point.

I’m also not officially a psychiatrist—or psychologist? I confuse the two. But whichever one would be professionally informed on this subject, I am not that. Or the other one, for that matter. So I could be totally wrong about everything that I’ve just written.

But for me, this mindfulness exploration has helped me clear out ugly thoughts and acknowledge patterns of behavior that aren’t healthy. I feel like a better person today than I was just a few years ago. I’m not nicer because I just want to be nice, but also because it’s easier.

It’s easier to be patient, kind, understanding, and humble. It takes so much energy to be mad, hold grudges, and judge. Forgiving and letting go is freeing. Holding on to anger? Exhausting and it gives me pimples.

A New(ish) Me

My biggest concern with this new journey was that I would lose my edge. I’m generally a sarcastic wise-ass. I didn’t want to become soft. And I’m not talking about physically soft, because this new journey has not yet made me less vain, as I still care far too much about my physical appearance.

But baby steps, right?

By soft I mean I didn’t want to become an emotionally mushy pushover. I roll my eyes at those people.

Yes, I know, I roll my eyes a lot. Again, one step at a time.

I’m far from perfect and still have many strides to make. I’m finding the careful balance of being a mindful, better person while not changing who I am at heart.

I still unnecessarily curse at traffic despite my most valiant efforts.

If I realize someone isn’t going to acknowledge me holding a door open, I’ll sometimes maybe probably prematurely let it go so it gently bumps them.

I am ridiculously impatient with people who stand on escalators. They aren’t lazy stairs, walk!

And I firmly believe that Arbonne is basically the Crossfit of skincare and I’m not at all interested but I’m certain you’ll breathlessly tell me about it anyway.

I am a work in progress. I’m learning every day.

I’m single. I’m happy. I’m present. And sometimes, every once in a while, yes, I’m still a jerk.

But a mindful jerk at that. And for this, I am grateful.

And I owe it all to a little dating app with the cute cartoon flame.

About Matthew Farrell

Matthew Farrell is a writer and comedian in Los Angeles, CA. He currently works as a creative content developer for a digital marketing company. His blog was once viewed by four people in a single day. He also placed 1st in a stand-up comedy competition of six people, three of whom missed their turns because they were in line for the bathroom.

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