#Moonlight Cafe House Special
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Hello.
I was wondering if you have a master list of all the shows that got released this year? I've looked through the 2023 upcoming list and there are some missing and some that never premiered.
I wanted to see what I may have missed.
Thanks.💜
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Sure thing, hon! Here ya go!
All BL 2023 releases
So far, that I have on the spreadsheet. Not sure how you want it organized so I did it by country and then alphabetically.
Japan
Blue Sky Complex
Can I Buy Your Love From A Vending Machine AKA Sono Koi, Jihanki de Kaemasu ka?
Candy Color Paradox AKA Ameiro Paradox
Egoist
I Cannot Reach You AKA Kimi ni wa Todokanai
If It’s With You AKA Even If I Fall In Love With You AKA Kimi to nara Koi wo Shite Mite mo’
Jack o'Frost
Let's Eat Together Aki and Haru AKA Aki wa Haru to Gohan wo Tabetai
Minato's Laundromat Season 2 AKA Minato Shouji Coin Laundry Season 2
My Beautiful Man 2 AKA Utsukushii Kare Season 2
My Beautiful Man: Eternal AKA Utsukushii Kare Eternal
My Personal Weatherman AKA Taikan Yoho
Naked Dinner AKA Zenra Meshi
One Room Angel
Our Dining Table AKA Bokura no Shokutaku
The End Of The World, With You AKA Bokura no Micro na Shuumatsu
Tokyo in April is AKA Shigatsu no Tokyo wa
What Did You Eat Yesterday Season 2 AKA Kinou Nani Tabeta? Season 2
Korea
A Breeze of Love
A Shoulder to Cry On
All the Liquors
Bump Up Business
Happy Merry Ending
Individual Circumstances
Jun and Jun
Love Class 2
Love Mate
Love Tractor
Our Dating Sim
Our Winter
Sing My Crush
Star Struck
The Director Who Buys Me Dinner
The Eighth Sense
The New Employee
Unintentional Love Story
Why R U?
When it was good it was very very good, when it was bad they were dying.
Taiwan
HIStory5: Love In The Future
Kiseki: Dear to Me
My Tooth Your Love
Stay By My Side
VIP Only
You Are Mine
Thailand
609 Bedtime Story
7 Days Before Valentine
A Boss and a Babe
Absolute Zero
Bake Me Please
Be Mine Super Star Superstar
Be My Favorite
Bed Friend
Between Us
Beyond the Star
Boyband the series
Cafe In Love
Chains of Heart
Cooking Crush
Crazy Handsome Rich
Cutie Pie 2 You special
Dangerous Romance
Destiny Seeker
Dinosaur Love
For Him the series
Friend. Boy Friend
Future the series
Hidden Agenda
Hit Bite Love
House of Stars
I Feel You Linger in the Air
I Will Knock You
La Pluie
Laws of Attraction
Love in Translation
Love Syndrome III
Low Frequency
Make a Wish
Man Suang
Middleman’s Love
Moments Of Love
Moonlight Chicken
My Biker
My Blessing
My Dear Gangster Oppa
My School President
My Universe
Naughty Babe
Never Let Me Go
Only Friends
Our Skyy 2: A Boss and a Babe
Our Skyy 2: A Tale of Thousand Stars
Our Skyy 2: Bad Buddy
Our Skyy 2: My School President
Our Skyy 2: Never Let Me Go
Our Skyy 2: Star in My Mind
Our Skyy 2: The Eclipse
Our Skyy 2: Vice Versa
Pastsenger
Pit Babe
Playboyy
Remember Me
Senior Love Me
SHADOW
Step By Step
The Luminous Solution
The Promise
The Sign
The Whisperer
Till the World Ends
Tin Tem Jai
Tin Tem Jai special
Twins
Venus in the Sky
Wedding Plan
The Philippines
Ever After
My Story
Our Story
Stay
The Day I Loved You
Tie The Not
(underreported, I don't keep track of Pinoy stuff anymore)
Singapore
Pure Vanilla
Hong Kong
Stay Still
Myanmar
The Love Ring
China
Stay With Me (Addicted + moar censorship)
I bolded anything I rated over a 7/10. Although some of these I opted not to watch and others are still airing (and thus as yet unrated). So don't take an unbold as necessarily a negative.
I haven't assessed how many are releasing in December
(I probably should deal with the "The" but I lazy.)
#all the bl in 2023#so far#that I tracked#asked and answered#Japanese BL#Korean BL#Taiwanese BL#Thail BL#Pinoy BL#Singapore BL#Hong Kong BL#Myanmar BL
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Tyler Lockwood x Fem!Reader x Caroline Forbes
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You sat slumped on the sofa of the Salvatore house as you waited. You’d woken that morning when Caroline had thrown the bedroom door open, dumped a pile of clothes on your bed and flung the curtains open.
You’d gotten up and dressed into the outfit she’d picked out for you. She said she was going to take the twins ice skating with Tyler. For some reason instead of sleeping in your massive bed with the fire lit all day while it snowed outside. You had to join them.
“There you are, girls! You look so cute in your outfits! (Y/N) look!” Carline called. You glanced their way and gave them a thumbs up. Tyler arrived shortly after and you were all bundled into the car. It took over an hour to get to the skating rink and by the time you got there you were feeling sleepy. The car was warm and you really were just used to sleeping in at this point. You’d been about to complain when Caroline frowned at you in the rearview mirror.
Once you got out onto the ice the ordeal became more enjoyable. The girls whizzed around with Caroline who skated smoothly along. You were a little slower and a little more wobbly. Tyler was skidding all over the place trying to keep up with you while Caroline lapped you both.
After the girls got fed up and too cold on the ice rink the group moved off to find a small cafe. You ordered a special hot chocolate with extra marshmallows. Excusing yourself to go to the bathroom you left the group as they looked for a table big enough to seat everyone. When you returned you spotted your drink steaming on the table. When you went to sit down you frowned and turned to Tyler who was watching Caroline help one of the girls sit higher at the table.
"Did you just steal the marshmallows from my hot chocolate?" You asked and he frowned.
“Not me.” He muttered. You looked over at the face peeking at you from behind a giant frothy drink. You could see melted marshmallows over her face and a little in her hair.
“Caroline, your offspring are robbing me.” You complained.
“That’s not even the worst thing that’s happened to you today so will you stop complaining and enjoy your expensive hot chocolate?” Caroline said, without looking away from her girls as she checked up on them both before turning her attention to her own drink.
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First Impressions (Moonlight Cafe) Part 1
“welcome to moonlight cafe, can i get you anything? or would you like to sit in the corner and stare out the window like a weirdo?” He was a skeleton monster with pitch black eye sockets and a sarcastic smile. Despite that he was wearing the comfy brown and black colors of the cafe, and you could tell he had quite the bite to his personality.
Taken back by his sudden snappy comment first thing in the morning, you managed to squeak out a reply, “Umm, what do you recommend?” It was definitely a mistake to ask that.
You could see how his slit-toothed smile sharpened at the edges a little more, and his eye sockets lidded. Mischief rolled off him in waves and you were becoming worried about what he was going to suggest. “heh. i suggest the house special.” His smile only continued to widen with each word.
“I-I’ll take that then.” It was more of a question than an answer, but you had already asked for his suggestion so it was too late to back out now – besides, you were dreadfully curious as to what would make him smile like that.
“great.” He pressed his phalange against the tablet in front of him and turned it around for your payment before looking over his shoulder to the other skeleton monster mixing drinks. “hey joe. we’ve got another house special for today.”
The taller skeleton, Joe, from what you’d guessed, turned around to look at the cashier, his single red eye light honing in on your smaller figure. He had a gigantic hole in his skull that looked like it had caved in, and his other eye socket was empty. Despite his already fearful appearance, it was his sharp grin that was the most unnerving.
His semi-permanent smile quirked upward when he heard the cashier’s words, and there was a mischievous glimmer in his eye-lights. “alright.” He said in a baritone, slow voice before turning back around and going to work on your drink.
You paid for your drink and took a seat in the corner, despite the teasing words that the cashier spoke tickling the back of your mind. It wasn’t long until your drink was ready, but when they called your name, you watched as another employee walked out of the back, horrified as you took your drink back to your seat.
You could hear them whisper a soft “shit.” And hurriedly make their way over to you. “wait! wait! don’t drink that!” He wore black and white, a red scar on his cheek bone and a golden heart locket dangling from his neck that jostled when he nearly slipped on the wet spot on the floor. They probably needed to put a sign there.
You had just lifted the cup to your lips but immediately pulled back as the employee came barreling towards you, stopping just in front of your table. “heh- uh…” he stumbled on his words a little as you stared at him wide eyed and worried that someone might have poisoned your cup. “sorry, about this, but i’m afraid i’ll have to take that back. i’ll make you a new one.”
He was slowly coaxing the cup out of your hands, “Why?” you asked warily, but still handing him your drink.
He gave a heavy sigh. “again, sorry about all this. i haven’t seen you around here before, so i’m going to guess that you don’t know that those two at the front like pranking the nervous newcomers.” You noticed his dirty side glance to the others at the counter, who did nothing but wave hello with wide grins.
“So… this isn’t my drink?”
“well, that depends. what did you order?”
“The ‘house special’.” You even put the air quotes up to emphasize that you had no idea what you were actually talking about.
He cringed. “seraphim, that’s even worse.” You heard him mutter. “alright, you know what – i’ll just make you a completely new drink.”
“…Would it really have been that bad?” You asked with knitted eyebrows.
“unless you like heated ketchup with a double shot of espresso and some whipped cream - then yes. it would have been.”
You cringed just as hard as he had earlier. “Who would do something like that?” You shivered at the thought of drinking the concoction.
“well they’re names are joe and drip, so… them.”
“Joe… and Drip?” You rose an eyebrow at him. “Like… the coffee?”
“yes.
and my name’s cortado.”
You paused, holding a hand up to stop him and to show your absolute disbelief. “You mean you’re all named after coffee?”
“yeah.”
“Whose idea was that?” You couldn’t help the slight grimace that formed.
“we don’t talk about that.” You could see a light sweat drip on his skull and the other two had averted their gaze with nervous grins as well. He cleared his throat and spoke again, “in any case, it’s nice to meet you. i’m guessing that you’ll be around here for a little while, so uh… i suggest you don’t order the ‘house special’ next time.” After all, it was made specifically for the tired Sanses who appreciated ketchup.
“Oh yeah! Definitely won’t do that again.” You agreed quickly.
“alright, let me make something decent for you. i’ll be right back.” And with that he took off toward the workstations again, leaving you with your thoughts until he came back with your new drink.
If there was one thing you’d learned today, it was that the skeleton monsters who worked here seemed interesting to say the least. If there were two things you learned today, it would be to never order the ‘house special’ from the Moonlight Café ever again.
#café au lait#omega timeline#omega city#utmv#caul#undertale#moonlight cafe#Drip (Killer)#Joe (Horrortale Sans)#Cortado (Cross)#Moonlight Cafe House Special#Reader Insert#Official Writing#First Impressions#Oneshots
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𝐃𝐚𝐲 1: 𝐁𝐚𝐝 𝐋𝐮𝐜𝐤 𝐂𝐨𝐦𝐞𝐬 𝐢𝐧 3𝐬: 𝐄𝐧𝐡𝐚 02𝐳
Warnings: Vampires, blood, slight stalking ig, implied kidnapping, nothing too detailed and serious, just 02z being,,, normal vampires?
Since your childhood, you've been told time and time again by your grandmother that troubles comes in threes. You had always assumed she meant you and your two siblings or even her daughter, your mother, and her two siblings who also had three children each but now you're at an age where you're starting to believe that she was, perhaps, right. Especially considering the 3 vampires, yes, as in the undead eternally living creatures said to suck the blood of the living, that stood in front of you and seemed like nothing but absolute trouble.
You may be wondering how you got into this situation, well, it wasn't a silly dare to visit some abandoned place or some sketchy transfer student love story where you decided to befriend them regardless of all the red lights, followed by blue lights, then followed by a loud wee woo wee woo sound that was almost impossible to ignore. In fact, you considered yourself quite a smart, rational person.
When the boys had moved in next door to you, you swore yourself off interacting with them simply because of the horrible feeling in your chest whenever you were near them. There was something, off, about these boys. Other than the fact they seemed to be the typical partying play boys you despised. You had assumed, incorrectly, that it would be easy to avoid them considering you rarely left your house, your friends often coming to visit you instead knowing your house bound nature. But one Saturday morning you had walked down the stairs to greet your parents (your siblings were still asleep) and lo and behold there at the table sat with them were the very boys you had been avoiding like the plague. Despite your panicked glances and vigorous head - shaking, you mother seemed oblivious to your obvious attempt at escaping and instead sat you down before making you introduce yourself.
The intimidating one with the short black hair that specialized in sweet talking which your mother seemed to have fallen for hook, line and sinker was Jay, the overly friendly one with the longer black hair and calm demeanour who reminded you of your grandmother's golden retriever was Jake, and the tall cocky one who seemed confident, too confident actually, with the oddly sharp teeth that kept staring at you was Sunghoon. A match made down below you'd say.
You were constantly on edge during what you'd name as the worst breakfast of your life trying to eat as quickly as possible while avoiding conversation. Your mother apologized for your behavior before explaining, "She's always like that." to which you received a chorus of understanding words and "comforting smiles."
Maybe you were being irrational or rude, but you've watched enough horror movies to realise that once you think of, "giving them a chance, you might have them all wrong," you'd be a goner. Your gut has never lied to you to this day so you therefore had no reason to doubt it.
After that day however, it seemed as though they were everywhere you went. When you walked outside to fetch the newspaper, Jake just so happened to be in their yard playing with his dog and trying to make conversation which you skillfully dodged. When you had got home from school, you almost had a heart attack seeing Jay in the kitchen helping your mother fix dinner while she praised his cooking skills and kindness, not seeing the glint in his eyes that gave you chills. When you had gone to the library to study, Sunghoon just so happened to be there too, sitting next to you and greeting you before stealing constant glances at you as you attempted to study. And of course the one time you decided to go out to a cafe with your friends, Minju had mentioned that a group of boys sitting at the back of the cafe were staring at you and asked if you knew them. And of course it was your neighbours you were quite frankly sick of seeing. Where were their parents? Shouldn't they be more concerned about their not so little monsters running around and wreaking havoc!
And now that leads to today. Your friend's older brother, Jaemin, had insisted he drop you off at home after staying late at their house to study. You weren't going to deny a ride over walking home in the dark and agreed happily, making light conversation until you arrived home. Jaemin had always been a sweetheart so you didn't mind spending time with him.
However, when you got home, the lights were off and you immediately paused, even though you knew your family wasn't home, they'd still always leave the lights on for you. You immediately walked to the door, scared to see it already unlocked and fumbled for your phone, calling your sister Yeji.
"Y/n? Are you OK? Did Hyunjin eat all the sweets I left for you-"
"D- did you guys leave the door unlocked?"
"Why would the door be unlocked- Oh! Hyunjin was supposed to lock up and meet us here, but he's with his girlfriend and hasn't come here yet, knowing him, he probably forgot because he was too occupied with her."
"Oh, yeah OK, OK."
"Why? Is something the matter? If there's a problem, I can call him and tell him to pick you up?"
"No- actually, yes, yes please, I have a bad feeling about this."
"OK, I'll phone him, I promise it will only take a second, then I'll phone you back, please stay safe."
You nodded, feet planted on your doorstep as you rushed to call Minju, knowing your best bet was to stay on the phone with someone at all times in case anything happened. In a split second however, your phone was gone and you felt a presence behind you. Your heart rammed against your rib cage as though it were trying to escape the confines of your chest before you whirled around, coming face to face with the trio that had been terrorizing you.
Sunghoon held your phone in his hand, he, Jay and Jake watching as your kept your face nonchalant, eyes barely wider than usual.
But what did make your eyes widen was the mysterious red stains on their clothes and skin as you scanned their forms. Your mind raced at a thousand miles an hour, wondering if you had been living next to a group of serial killers this entire time, until you noticed their irises turn a scarlet red and Sunghoon's fangs glint in the moonlight. You had always been a believer of the supernatural, so your natural assumption was-
"Vampires. You're all vampires."
The trio seemed impressed by your answer, Jake letting out a chuckle before patting your head lightly. You couldn't move, the sheer shock and adrenaline coursing through your veins as your body made the fatal decision to neither fight nor flight but to freeze.
"She actually got it right, I'm impressed." He grinned, the other two nodding in agreement.
"She seemed to be on the smarter side, at least a little smarter than the others." Sunghoon chimed.
The sound of Hyunjin's car driving up the street became louder and louder. You hoped and prayed he'd be able to get here before anything happened, but unfortunately for you, the trio had other plans.
"Oh, looks like we might get interrupted. But what's the rush, let's take our time and explain things to her. But for now, goodnight princess."
You were confused, ready to object to Jay's words but before you could do anything, everything turned dark and your mind doubted you'd ever see the light of day anytime soon.
#vampire!enhypen#vampire!jay x reader#vampire!jake x reader#vampire!sunghoon x reader#02z x Reader#Enhypen 02z x reader#I probably should have told you guys#I was planning on making this#But anyways-#I'll tag everything for this special as:#spooktober special
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You're A … Inexperienced
Summary: On watch one night you find out some thing that Daryl has never done. And you offer him some experience
Category: Friends to Lovers, Eventual Mild Smut, just a good ol' time
Paring: Daryl x reader (second person)
Warnings/Includes: General Walking Dead grossness, Smut (but not in this chapter), swearing, use of weapons, non-graphic hunting, mention of past child abuse, (let me know if you see anything else)
Word count: 2.1k
Chapter 1: Truth
The night was off to a slow start since you and Daryl had taken watch. The sound of the chain link fence rattling in the wind served as a pendulum in the back of your mind. A chill in the late summer air made the concrete you used as a backrest cool to the touch. Both of you sat against the base of the watchtower on lookout, since the two with the regular shift were on a run.
“Know any games to play to stay awake?” You asked, slumped against a wall, and turning to look at Daryl, who was sitting cross legged, head rested in his hands.
“No,” he replied, “should get some cards or somethin’.”
“Yeah, next time we go into town.”
The night had become dark, no moonlight deciphered the sky from the inside of your eyelids. Time ticked on and before you knew it both of you had fallen asleep.
The rattle of the fence shocked you out of your sleep, and you saw an arm reaching through the fence trying to grab at you. Although a decent distance away, you could still see it’s skin peeled back up to it’s bicep; raw meat dangling behind the wires, so it could fit the exposed bone deeper through the fence.
The growling must have woken Daryl up, because by the time you were standing to go and kill the bloody thing, he had handed you his knife to use. You took it graciously and tiredly walked over to kill it, looking much like a zombie yourself.
Stabbing it through the eye, you could feel the pop of penetration to the skull, and with that it fell to the ground dead, fully dead. With all of its weight moving downwards, the force must have been too much, causing it’s limb to stay on the side of the fence opposite to it’s corpse. You hoped backwards as the appendage reached for your ankle, then shriveled up like the rest of its body.
Returning to your space adjacent to Daryl, you handed his knife back, and sat down breathing heavily.
“You rest, I won’t go back to sleep,” he said leaning on his hip to pull his red rag out from his back pocket. The knife you had used was laying on the ground next to him, beaded with blood.
“No way I’m getting back to sleep, I can hear my blood pounding in my ears.”
“Tell me if you need ta though, ‘cause I’m good,” He said, reassuring you.
You just shook your head and leaned against the wall, propping yourself up with a gun by your side.
You rolled your shoulders back every once in a while to stretch your back. Daryl mindlessly fiddled with a rock that he picked up off the ground. The sky was now dark and all of the stars in the night could be seen. Nothing like this would have ever been possible before. As the stars moved and passed with the coming hours, your tiredness from before seemed to return.
Neither of you had spoken in quite some time, which wasn't weird for you now that you have been taking shifts with Daryl for sometime. At first it was weird doing nothing with him, it was like he wasn't comfortable enough with you to converse, but now you know it's quite the opposite. You guys can communicate by means other than just talking. However, silence needed to be broken if you were going to keep him company until sunrise.
“I miss coffee,” you broke silence, plucking some grass and throwing it past your outstretched feet.
“Huh,” he snickered.
"I don't think I appreciated it before, I don't even remember drinking it that often."
"Don't even remember the last time I had it." He said and spun the little shiny rock he had in his grasp.
“I do,” you said.
He readjusted his position to be facing you holding his knees up to his chest with his chin rested on top. His head tilted down, but his eyes looked up at you to continue.
"Was a date, or not a date, but a meeting. I was out at a cafe, with the TA, for the psych class I was in. And he ordered for us, and after I explicitly told him to get almond milk, he didn't."
"Why?" Daryl asked with conviction.
"Because I'm lactose intolerant and I had to kick him out that night because my stomach hurt so bad." You picked a few sticks up from the ground and broke them into tiny pieces. The stick sprinkled across the ground, and disappeared in the surrounding weeds.
"Didn't mean why are you lactose intolerant, I meant why didn’t he get ya what ya wanted?" He furrowed his brow for a second.
“I don’t know, never thought about it, maybe he’d just forgotten or something. Doesn’t matter, he wasn’t even that good in bed.”
Daryl threw his special rock in the air and caught it swiftly. For just a second it had sparkled in the air, before he held it in his fist like he would never let it go.
“I bet you’ve been on bad dates, too.”
“Nah,” He said and threw his rock across the land and wrapped both his arms around his legs.
“What!? Okay, I guess your fucking perfect,” you said scoffing in a half joking manner.
“No, just didn’t go with too many people.” He mumbled.
“And all of them just happened to be great?” You questioned.
“Never said that,” He tucked his chin under his arms, that still rested on his knees, “I never went on any good ones neither.”
“It’s kinda hard to believe you didn’t date much, I mean, look at you,” you joked, but also couldn’t deny the genuine admiration that he evoked from the people that surrounded him.
“Nah, forget I ever said anythin’. Let’s just go back to sittin’ here.” He turned his head to the side in which the sun would eventually rise.
“No, please, I just came up with a game idea,” you begged.
“Hmm?” He glanced over.
“Truth or dare!” You exclaimed, failing your attempt of hiding your excitement.
“Nuh uh. Not subjecting myself to that shit,” he said tersely.
“Come on, I wanna know about these dates you didn’t go on, and you could dare me to do stupid shit in the mean time,” you said with your shoulders sagging.
“Ain’t gonna ask you nothin’,” he said stubbornly.
“Okay, then it’ll be one-sided truth.” You had as much enthusiasm as a little girl at a sleepover as you asked, “Truth or da…”
“Fine.”
“Okay, when was the last time you got drunk?” you started him off easy.
“Uh… CDC.”
“Wait, the CDC? Like the Center for Disease Control in Atlanta? How have I not heard about this before?” You asked. If this was the easy question,then this game may be more fun than you had previously thought.
“Yeah, stopped there, it’s gone now though,” he said nonchalantly.
“It’s gone? You would think it’d be better guarded or something.” You were astonished by the first question, and immediately got excited for the night to come.
“Blew up. My turn,” he said and pondered for a second, resting his chin on his palms like a winsome child. “What was his name?”
“Who’s name?” You wondered if this was what he was wasting his first question on.
“Coffee date guy,” he raised his eyebrows ever so slightly.
“I don’t remember,” you shrugged.
“That ain’t how this game works,” he argued back with a pout.
“Okay fine, I think his name was Bryce,” you gave up.
“‘S a douchey name.”
“He was a douche… probably dead now.” You looked down at the weeds growing, plucking a few and tying them together, waiting for someone to speak. You looked over at Daryl, who was patiently waiting for his question. He actually looked like he wasn't completely hating this game.
You thought for a minute, wondering how you could crack the boy in front of you. After some thought you said, “What was your first date like?” It was the perfect question, because really you could not imagine what he’d say.
“I told you, never did that type of thing.” He brought his thumb up to his mouth and started rubbing his lip as he talked.
“Okay then, who was the first person you ever did anything romantic with?” you asked.
“‘S not romantic, but there was this one girl that Merle’d bring out drinking with us sometimes. Name was Candy or something.” He mumbled around his thumb.
“Aww, little 20 something Daryl going out with a girl named Candy,” you teased.
“Wasn’t 20, I musta been ‘bout 13 or 14,” he recalled.
“I thought you said you’d go out drinking together?”
“Yeah, we’d go to this bowling alley, ‘cause they don’t card, and they had a pool table and a back room, I used to pay Merle t’ get me drinks.”
“He have to buy her drinks too?” You questioned.
“Nah, she was ‘bout his age I think, and he’d never buy something for someone else,'' he looked off.
“Wait, she was his age, and they let you drink when you were just a kid?” You tried not to chide.
“Hey, ain’t it supposed to be my turn?”
“Sorry,” you stopped.
“You said you were in a psych class, was that what you were gonna be?” He looked interested, as he inquired, studying your face as he awaited your response.
You explained “That’s what I went to school for, but who knows, I minored in fine arts. Truth is I hated psychology, but my parents needed me to make money for myself, otherwise I could have lived happily as a broke artist. Doesn’t really matter now though,” you trailed off. “Speaking of, what were your parents like?”
“Mean, drunk, dead.” He put it bluntly.
"I'm sorry, I didn’t know. How old were you?"
"With my mom, I’s 9. I was out playing with kids from around where I lived. They were all on bikes and wanted to chase this fire engine trying to see somethin’ exciting. I ran behind, and when I caught up I realized it was my house that was on fire. My mom had been smoking in bed."
"I'm really sorry about that, I didn't know about your mom or anything." You looked at him genuinely, giving a sympathetic smile.
"Was a long time ago,” he shrugged off. “Now for you. What art did you do?"
“I drew, painted, took pictures, everything really.” You added kindly.
He tilted his head back until it hit the wall, he stretched out his legs, and looked up at the stars as he said, “I’ll have to see that sometime.”
“It’s not like I still have any of them,” you said, perplexed at his interest.
“Oooh, who was your celebrity crush as a kid,” you asked, “like who did you have posters of above your bed?”
“Ya’ know Blondie,” he looked over to get your reaction. As he saw you nod, he said “Yeah, had a Debbie Harry poster, ripped out from a magazine.”
You laughed, and the questions continued; some questions resulted in stories others sat in stillness. The morning was short to come as the warm glow of the sun peered over the trees, and chirping birds made themselves present.
“Okay, what was your first time like?” you pestered.
You were met with a second of awkward silence, before he stumbled over the phrases “ I never, I mean… I did, it wasn’t like that though.” He brought his thumb up to his mouth again.
“Are you trying to tell me that you’re a…” he dipped his head down, and looked up at you through his hair. A sickly puppy could make your heart hurt any more, so you danced around your initial wording and asked “uhh, inexperienced?”
“Morning!” sang through the fields, and Daryl had been saved by the bell. Carol stood alongside Carl to take over for the morning shift, and relieve Daryl of his painted flush. She extended her hand out first to you, helping you up. Then to Daryl, letting the hand holding linger as she instructed for you guys to go get some rest.
The walk up was silent, but just before parting you joked with him “If you ever need some more experience, you know where my cell is.” You had said it quiet enough where he could ignore it, but you knew he heard it, because he silently split, seconds after you said it.
#the walking dead#twd#daryl x reader#daryl dixon#carol peletier#the walking dead fanfic#daryl dixon fanfiction#twd fanfic#there will be more parts#I am almost done writing it#get ready for some awkward daryl
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Ateez kissing you for the first time
Ateez x reader
Fluff
A/N: I need some ideas for writings🥰 requests are open to anything💋 enjoy this reaction:/
Hongjoong:
He’d be building up his confidence the whole date
Walking you back home, you realized he’s been a little quiet
“Hongjoong, is something wrong?”
*cue nervous joongie*
“Me? Oh n-no..nothings wrong!”
Once you two arrived at your house, he knew he needed to tell you
Clearing his throat-“uh, y/n?”
You were be about to open the door when you turned around
Surprised by the sudden close proximity
(Nervous baby)
Grabs your hand and looks into your eyes
“I always have the most wonderful time being with you,”
Blushing you open your mouth to reply but he quickly blurted out,,
“Y/n.would.it.be.okay.if.I.kissed.you?”
taking your flushed state and smile as a yes
He softly grabs your neck, and leans in
The kiss would be very gentle and sweet. Probably would be quick peck at first
But goes in again for another
SO SMILEY AFTER AHHHH
Seonghwa:
Walking along the beach together
He took you to the picnic he had set up for lunch
“Seonghwa! This is beautiful!!”
He watched your every move, thinking you are absolutely breathtaking
“I’m glad you like it y/n,,”
He’d offer you all kinds of fruit, cheese, and desserts
(Feed you it-AHH)
He fell in love with you the first time you met, ever since..he’s had you on his mind
Thinks about kissing you every time he gazes at your lips
After swallowing the grape that was placed in your mouth
He inched his body in front of you
Trailing his finger down the side of your head to cupping your chin
“Y/n, you are so ethereal”
He leans in and hovers over your mouth
“Seonghwa-”
Interrupts you with the kiss
Soft at first. BUT when he gets the taste of the grape you ate he loses control a little
He is very confident after seeing you were out of breath
Yunho:
The whole day was full of laughter and smiles
Finally ending the day at an ice cream shop you were so excited
“What flavor are you thinking about getting Yun?”
Looking at all the options he gazes at the cones and such
“Y/n, do you want to share a bowl with me?”
Quickly adding “you.don’t.have.to, but you can pick the flavor,,”
All smiles from there
“Hi! Can we get a large bowl of cookies n cream ice cream please?”
Watching you order, Yunho can’t help but think about how he loved being with you today
Grabbing two spoons you guys head to a booth for some privacy
Thanking Yunho for paying, you take a spoonful and put it up to his mouth
Giggling and occasionally feeding each other, you end up getting a little messy
Lovingly chuckles “baby, you have a bit of ice cream here”
Scooting to your side he grabs a napkin and dabs your mouth
Blushing from embarrassment, not meeting his eyes you give a kind “thank you”
Then SMOOCH
it was so fast,, quickly looking in his eyes a bit shocked
You lean back in, holding his cheeks
He puts a hand on your neck for support as he deepens the kiss
The sweetest kissy and just full of love
Yeosang:
Guess what you two were doing?
Yep
SKATEBOARDING 🛹 (night skate)
Well actually it was more Yeosang skateboarding, while you trying your best not to fall off
“We should do this more often y/n, maybe you would improve a bit more”
Giving a huff you make your way down to the ground, onto your back
“Sangie, look at the stars!!”
Fixing his gaze on you he can’t help but stare,
Laying on your back, your face just the slightest bit lighted from the moonlight
He is star-struck (PUHAHAHA*star*)
Cruising back towards you, he stops and looks down at you,
“Y/n you know you are going to get dirty from laying on the ground”
Listening to his advice you start to lean upward
Lifting your chin up, Yeosang can’t help but blush heavy and give out a sigh of approval
Leaning down slowly, he moves his gaze back and forth from lips to eyes
Making contact, you two can’t help but smile
Little shy babies awww
It’s very gentle and quick
Will have something funny to say after to ease both of your flustered states
San:
He was taking you to a cute cafe
Dressed all warm because of the cool weather
He gives his hand to keep yours warm
(A/n: my heart hurts)
Entering the building you both get a wave of the coffee aroma
Going in line, having talked about what to get on your way. San gives them your orders and you two find a spot
“Isn’t this place cute! I hope you enjoy it y/n”
Exchanging sweet smiles
“Of course sannie, I can’t wait to try the drinks!”
Hearing San’s name being called, you patiently wait for him to return
Finally tasting the delicious warm liquid go down your throat
Warmth spreading through your body, you look at san to see his gaze already on you
Flustered and embarrassed you squeal a “do I have something on my face?”
Quickly shakes his head, he takes the drink out of your hands and replaces it with his hands
Smiling, he whispers softly “oh no y/n I’m just admiring what I care for most-”the slightest pause then
“Can I kiss you?”
Wanting to hear your consent he quickly leans in after being approved
Waiting for this moment, he’s so grateful to share his love with you
Gets quite heated, but pulls away before he gets lost
cue a shy san after realizing what he just did 
Mingi:
Finding the interior of the house fascinating
He was trying to distract himself from his nerves
Being inside your home for the first time, he thought it was really special
You being able to share your home life with him, he thought it was important
Coming back out of your room and seeing him wandering around
“Mingi do you want to come in? You’ve been in the living room for 5 minutes”
“Oh yes of course, just got lost in thought”
Holding your hand out and holding each other, you two head into the room
“What are you thinking about?”
Giving a shy smile he bluntly says “kissing you”
Taken aback and flustered, you jump on your bed and give a small “o-oh”
Time passed while you two were busy playing games, sharing stories and making laughter
There ended up being a small awkward silence,, thinking of what to do next
Mingi using the silence to think fast, he grabs your waist and pushes you downward so your flat on the bed
Looking in your eyes softly he sweetly says, “I’m so happy to share these memories with you y/n”
Finally pressing down onto your lips he gives out a hum of content
REALLY JUST full of sweetness and tries to be super careful not to scare you away
Wooyoung:
He was lowkey trying to showing off
Telling you that he is pretty good at dancing to hip hop (a/n: I MEAN HE IS❤️😪)
Not quite being used to his confidence yet, you get a soft blush going
“Is that so? Can you show me some of your moves then woo?”
Cue you getting shy from your request
He finds you absolutely adorable
“Anything for you dear,, don’t get too surprised”
*wink*
Ending his routine with a sly smirk and wetting his lips, you almost choke
Not able to look in his eyes you complement his talents and face away to catch your breath
Wooyoung quickly comes to your side and teases you,
“Y/n? You look a little flushed, are you feeling okay?”
Covering your hands over your warm face he giggles
Pulling them away, he places his palms on the side of your neck
Moving his fingers through your hair he swoops in
Wanting you to be comfortable he pulls away and looks in your eyes for any sign of regret
Not seeing any he then goes in again
Gets rough, HE LOVES TO SEE YOU BLUSHING WHEN HES DONE
Jongho:
He was taunting you to an arm wrestling match
Wanting him to be defeated in his title of ‘strongest member’
You obviously comply
“Oh Jongho you’re so strong,,”
Now trying to tease him, he can’t believe it
Thinks you are the cutest thing EVER
He abuses the attention you’re giving him by starting to flex
And then he makes those cute GIGGLES
Oh my heart
Embarrasses himself, and you pinch his cheeks
“Oh you are so cute”
Hearing your compliment he quickly straightens his face
“No, y/n. I have to disagree with you”
Locking eyes, he walks toward you, and pulls you to your feet
“I will have to say you, you are so cute”
Flashes you that sweet sweet gummy smile
Giving into his embrace, you two stay in close proximity for awhile
His arms wrapped around your waist, while yours over his shoulders
Then all the sudden he squeezes your waist
Giggling and jerking back, Jongho gives you the fasted peck
Both of you in shock and being flustered babies
You laugh and go back in for a proper kiss
JONGHO IS SOO SOFT WITH YOU
he doesn’t want to break you
😉haaahahaehe
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So... I will be posting the links here for the Wonwoo Contents
Fluff
(new) 5 ways to say I love you by @moon-stars01
(new) A Dream is a Wish your Heart Makes by @wonniehae
(new) A Special Ingredient by @svttism
(new) A Silent Love by @nctxdreamies
Bad Fight! by @callmebcby
(new) Better Better by @serenityseventeen
Bookstore employee by @sptegami
Colour by @ally-127
(new) Comfortable by @m1ng-how
(new) Counting Sheep by @serenityseventeen
(new) Curious Cat by @lavenonie
(new) Damaged: Before by @kpop-cakepops
Drunk Confessions by @chillihansol
(new) Earl Grey by @seokmingiggles
(new) Feel So Lucky by @toriasaurio
Fearless by @minghaocouture
Friends to Lovers by @akwablu-blog
(new) Giggles by @insideofrose
(new) Haunted House by virryth
(new) Heart & Seoul by @bubblebeom
Hi, I’m Wonwoo.by @novawon
Hogwarts Alumni Shirt @tonicandjins
(new) Home by @geminirules
(new) Homework Nights by @quicksilverster
(new) I Found Love in your Smile by @wonlouvre
(new) If you had 3 Wishes, What would they be? by @glowonu
(new) Just you by @justasoftstan
(new) Kairosclerosis by @nose-bandaid
(new) Late Night Wonders by @snowydaffodils
(new) Like the Movies by @binniesthighs
Literature by @heartgyus
(new) Let me take you Home by @ctrlhao
(new) Letter to You by @writer-k-pop
(new) Letters to You by @wooziujidoots
(new) Library Crush by @serenityseventeen
(new) Library Trips By @bootyful-seventeen
Modest Jeon Wonwoo by @woozisnoots
(new) More Than You Know by @writessvt
Neighbors to Lovers by @thekpopaus
Never Change by @stuckwithsvt
Not So Cold-Heart by @mywonuderful
(new) One More Chapter by @justasoftstan
(new) Opposites by @serenityseventeen
(new) Outward by @gamerwoo
(new) Popular Guy by @gyugiggles
Ranked Game by @ribosoons
(new) Ready to love by @3raaaachachacha
Saudade by @uriurijihoonie
(new) Say You Won’t Let Go by @geminirules
(new) Setting It Up by @justasoftstan
(new) Sharing is Caring by @gamerwoo
(new) Shiny Star by @wonwoonlight
(new) Shy Desires by @serenityseventeen
Shy Shy Shy by @okaykpop
(new) Snuggle Donation: Pact by @kpop-cakepops
Something Old, Something New by @kwanisms
Soulmate by @svtskneecaps
Summer Scent by @escapewriter
(new) Squishy by @justasoftstan
(new) S𝗐𝖾𝖾𝗍 𝖺𝗇𝖽 S𝗈𝗎𝗋 by @mieohmy
(new) The Cat Cafe by @purplehoranghae
To Die For by @starlightshua
(new) To my Growing Child by @serenityseventeen
(new) To my Youth by @viastro
(new) The Best Friend A Girl Could Ask For by @kpop-cakepops
(new) The Ulzzang Project by @hongnanglen-arina
(new) Villain! by @ @solarwonux
(new) Valentine’s Day with Wonwoo by @kpop-in-new-albion
(new) Welcome to fatherhood by @woozibby
White Lies by @luvshuas
(new) Winner by @serenityseventeen
(new) You Give Me PVCs by @chal-kagyu
You Mean the World to me by @svtskneecaps
(new) Your Cat Loves You by @jeonflo
Angst
(new) Avenue of Tears by @dropsofletters
Blind by @wtf-taeyong
Boundaries by @nobodyeverasked
Child of Athena by @keeper-of-the-uwus
(new) Chili by @cherrycheolliesc
Daydream by @tonicandjins
Dreamcatcher by @love-dreams
(new) Encumber by @jeonstellate
Everything I Didn't Say by @tonicandjins
(new) Everything Leads Back to you by @boowanie
Fear the Wraith by @gamerwoo
(new) He lost you by @zarryscherrys
Hearing Lips by @gamerwoo
How could I ever forget about you? by @woozibby
Hurtful Eyes by @shuatoyou
(new) I Found You by @uchukiyoo
(new) In the Spring by @viastro
(new) Lie to Me by @haokyeom
(new) Like a Dream by @yakultberry
Look me in the eyes and tell me you love me by @infinitum-imaginaerum
Lost by @min9yusnovia
Lost Souls by @cheolgyushua
(new) Love & Letter: To The Thirteen Boys I’ve Loved Before: The Seventh Letter by @serenityseventeen
(new) LoveLorn by @themyunghoxo
Missing You by @geminirules
(new) Moonlight by @solarwonux
(new) My Dream is You by @cheolbooluvr
New York: The City Of Dreams By @tonicandjins
Not So Sweet by @extrasugafree
(new) Oh my God, They were Roommates by @luvvchwe
(new) See You Again by @geminirules
(new) Surprise by @wonwoonlight
Ten Questions by @chocosvt
(new) The Art of Healing by @boowanie
(new) The Moon Told me so by @nose-bandaid
(new) Things I Wish You Never Said by @gayforseungcheol
(new) To Bloom and to Wither by @sunduskwine
(new) Wedding march by @sincerelyshobe
To all the boys by @shra-vasti
(new) Why haven’t you kissed me yet? by @solarwonux
(new) Yours by @gyukult
Smut
(new) 3 nights by @hotgirlwonwoo
A Moon Without Stars by @chocosvt
(new) Anteric by @smileysuh
(new) Baby Doll by @solarwonux
Birthday Treat by @multmilk
Caffeine by @meltwonu
(new) Champagne Kisses by @solarwonux
(new) Crash, No Burn by @softhaos
Crop Tops & Tattoos by @solarwonux
(new) Cuff 1 by @smileysuh
Dream by @sebuntease
(new) Gam3 bo1 by @sunflowergyeomie
(new) Game interrupted by @diamondyjh
(new) Getting Closer by @bubblebeom
(new) Getting Closer II by @bubblebeom
(new) I Though you Hated Me? by @glossyeon
Let Me Watch by @kinksvt
Limitless by @alltheattractiveasiansimgines
Math Tutor by @sebuntease
(new) Meanie Sandwich by @meltwonu
Missing You by @sebuntease
(new) Movie Night? by @hongnanglen-arina
(new) Payment Due! @solarwonux
Private by @17mounteens
(new) Punished @otptings
(new) Refresh by @snowydaffodils
Rich Girl by @blushnote
(New) The Bet by @hotgirlwonwoo
The Copy Machine is Broken Again By @tonicandjins
The Other Side by @17mounteens
(new) Something told me it was you by @wonwooze
(new) Sugar by @solarwonux
(new) Strawberries and Bad Decisions by @solarwonux
The Step Brother by @sebuntease
(new) Under The Moonlight by @solarwonux
(new) Until I met you by @meltwonu
(new) Until It Feels Like You’re In Heaven by @odetojeons
(new) Valentine’s Day Drabble #5 - First Time by @solarwonux
(new) Wasted Game = Wasted Night by @starryse
(new) Will You Punish Me If I Don’t? by @odetojeons
(new) You’re the perfect view by @halloweenniles
Other AU’s I dont know where to place (hehe)
700 Years Promise @onetwosevensquad
(new) Accidents Happen by @fluffyyunho
(new) Achilles by @gamerwoo
All Fun and Games by @gamerwoo
Big Bad Wolf by @for-dogs-and-flowers
(new) Bittersweet by @networkluvs
Bodyguard Wonwoo by @jungnoirr
(new) Camera Lens Pointed At You by @svt13roses
(new) Cat Cafe with Wonwoo by @17cafe
(new) Cooperation by @serenityseventeen
College AU by @seventeen-teen-teen-trash
(new) Give Your Heart by @gamerwoo
Familiar Faces by @i-see-thevision
(new) Here’s My Problem: I Can’t Get You Out Of My Head by @just-some-random-blogger
Hunger by @svtwrites
I Can’t Let You Go Until I Win @narika-a
I Never Meant to Make You Bleed by @jungnoir
Invitation by @tonicandjins
(new) Level Seven by @heeseungsapple
(new) Neighbor next door by @svtshine
More Than That by @neoyeppuda
(new) My Little Ghost by @seodami
Second Life by @starlightshua
Sober Up by @geuyeoreum
(new) Sweet Home by @devoidwrites
(new) Tell me the Same by @ joonsgalaxy
(new) The Beat of a Love Rhyme by @dropsofletters
(new) The Little Flower on your Wrist by @nose-bandaid.tumblr.com
(new) The King by @craby-bouquet
The Switch by @woozibby
(new) The unDead's Love by @chupacoupsie
(new) Tinkerbell by @softforhao
(new) What happens at the party by @craby-bouquet
(new) Wild Card by @serenityseventeen
Note: Will update.. this list is not yet complete :D
Dilemma: There are fics I’ve ready with no titles and i don’t know how to include them here
P.S: If there’s anything I need to add or to change PLEASE feel free to send me a message or a comment :D
• 10/26/2020 I updated this again with a few more stories and I think I might separate each genre into one post. I just realized there’s a lot of them.
• 07/22/2021 I updated this with new fics around I labelled then (new) so many fics we can read now.. Enjoy!!
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Can’t Get Enough Chapter 1
AN: Actual chapter 1. This is already smuttttty. I format shitty. Sorry. Let me introduce you to Miss Billie. I love her and I stole both parts of her name from my different ancestors.
Summary: The two most stubborn people in Knockemstiff, Ohio have eyes for only each other. Lee Bodecker is determined to become the town’s next sheriff. He knows that image is everything. Billie Dechswaan doesn’t care about her image at all. All she wants is to leave Knockemstiff and never come back. But Lee has other plans for her. Both are far too stubborn to give up their own plans. What happens when they can’t get enough of each other?
Word Count: 2.7k
The first time Lee saw her, like really saw her, was at one of the high school football games. She was cheering on the sidelines. She did a high kick and Lee couldn’t help but stare at her exposed thighs. From there his eyes traced up her body. Her cheer sweater was thick and the neckline was high, but he could tell that her curves were pressing the confines of the sweater. Next he noticed her smile. It was bright and genuine. During the football games he would watch her. Watching her joke around with the other girls. When she would laugh, he swore that his world stopped. He wanted to be the reason she laughed and smiled.
Sometimes when he watched her, she would look up directly at him. Did she sense him staring? She would smile at him. Was she smiling to be polite? Lee couldn’t figure her out. At church on Sundays he would stare at her sitting with her large family. His mind would wander, wander to places that it shouldn’t be going during church. Between the services she would help serve lunch. She paid special attention to Lee, always making sure that his glass was full of sweet tea or coffee. She often encouraged him to try the dessert she would make. Sometimes she even sat with him and asked him questions about what being a police officer was like. Lee was sure that he bored her, but she always appeared to be engaged and interested. Lee often wondered if she enjoyed toying with him. And Billie wondered if Lee paid any mind at all to her flirting. She was enamored with young Deputy Bodecker. His jaw was sharp and his eyes were the most beautiful blue she had ever seen. She could tell he was strong, even if he was softer around the middle than most boys her own age. He was a man, and she liked that. She was positive that he didn’t feel the same. The only hint Billie ever got was that Lee slowly started to visit her at her job.
Billie worked at the diner after school and on the weekends. It was relatively common for the Ross County deputies to stop by the cafe for breakfast or lunch on Saturday. But slowly Lee came in more and more. By April of that year, he ate there for lunch every Saturday. He sat at the countertop so he could talk with Billie between her other customers. He learned that she loved to read, she wanted to be an English teacher. She wanted to go to school in a big city and then teach for a few years before having kids of her own. She learned about his mother and sister. His mother had passed years before. She learned that he owned a house. He always commented that it was a nice house but he didn’t know what to do with all the space. Hinting that it needed a woman’s touch or a few babies to fill it.
Billie tried to ignore the thrill that gave her. She had a plan and she couldn’t let Lee distract her from it. No matter how handsome she thought he was. Plus, there was no way someone ten years older than her cared at all. And yet, she always caught him staring at her. He looked like a hungry wolf surveying its prey. The thought of being Lee’s prey made her weak in the knees. Billie went on dates with boys from school. None were talented with kissing. They fumbled too much for Billie’s liking. None of them made her feel what Lee made her feel. At night she would think about what it would be like to let Lee kiss her. She would clench her thighs at the thought. Sometimes her hand would slip between her thighs. She imagined that it was Lee touching her.
Lee did the same. Every time he went on a date and they would jerk him off, he imagined it was Billie. Although, if he got Billie in the front seat of his cruiser he wouldn’t just have her jerk him off. He would touch her and she would be soaking for him. He would be gentle at first, but he would ruin her for all other men. He thought of what Billie would sound like moaning his name when he touched himself. Thinking of Billie always made him come quickly. He started imagining what it would be like to bring her back to his house. What it would be like if he came home to her every night. Lee knew he would probably marry Billie if he was given the chance. He prayed that he would find an opportunity to get her alone. If he was vigilant enough he was sure he could catch her on a date. Separate her from whatever boy she was with. Drive her out to another abandoned location and take what he wanted.
He caught her once, just before he was elected Sheriff the first time. It was right after her graduation. She was kissing on some old football player after the graduation ceremony, he was sure they’d been drinking. They were parked on a deserted side street. Lee was out patrolling that night, but really he had seen Billie get in the car with the boy, Ralph was his name, and followed them. He saw them pull down that street and park the car. He was quick to walk over to the car, flashlight in hand. He could see them kissing. The boy was clumsy. Billie wasn’t. She moved languidly. She was a little vixen. She opened her eyes and saw Lee before he could knock on the glass window with a flashlight. A mischievous look flashed in her eyes.
“Open the window, this is Deputy Bodecker,” The window was quickly rolled down.
The boy was nervous, but she just smirked. Almost like she was excited to be caught. Lee watched her make a big show of adjusting her dress. She adjusted it so even more of her breasts were showing. Ralph was focused on Lee, so what was the point of her doing that if not for him?
“Alright break it up. Boy, I’m gonna let you off with a warning. I don’t want to catch you doing this again, or I’ll let your daddy tan your hide. You just get on home.”
“Yes sir.”
“You missy” he points, “you’re coming with me.”
She rolled her eyes before getting out of the car. Ralph drove away quickly. Billie watched him drive away before speaking.
“What? You gonna run me in or something?” She asked.
“Just wanna make sure you get home safe with your honor intact,” he responded, shoving her into his car.
“What makes you so sure it is still intact?” She inquires as he settles himself into the driver’s seat.
“Girlie, I know everything that goes on in this town.” She slid over on the bench closer to him. She was practically pressed up against him. Lee’s body was vibrating in anticipation. But he knew he had to keep himself in check.
“Right, cuz you’re gonna be the sheriff one day, right Lee?” Her hand went to his thigh.
He raised an eyebrow at her. What was she doing?
“Careful girl.”
“Or what?” She teases, “You gonna punish me?” She skated her hand up his thigh and started to palm his crotch.
“You sure you wanna start that, sugar?” Lee asked skeptically, biting the words out from clenched teeth.
“I see the way you look at me. I see you getting all hot for me in my cheer uniform.” She whispered in his ear. Her hands go to his belt and she undoes it and his pants. She pulls his cock out, curling her hand around the length and pumping him up and down. He nearly veers off the road in shock. He clears his throat, trying to stay calm. He maintains control until he pulls over into the abandoned gas station parking lot.
“What do you think you’re doing?” He’s shocked by her actions. He never imagined that she would come on to him.
“Oh please. I’ve seen you at the drive-in before with those girls you take on dates. I know what you do in your cruiser.”
“W-what?” He asks in a panic. How does she know? Do other people know?
“Calm down. I only know because I pay attention to you. Just answer me this deputy, have you thought about me when you touch yourself or when those hussies at the drive-in touch you?” She kept pumping him. “I bet you think about really taking me don’t you?”
“You have quite the mouth on you, sugar,” he tells her through gritted teeth.
She was right. He did think about her. Every time he touched himself he thought of Billie. Every time one of this dates jacked him off he was really thinking of Billie. Lee didn’t answer her, he decided his best course of action was toy with her just as she was with him. He pushed his hand up her leg and to the apex of her thighs. He moved her soaked panties to the side so he could plunge into her with his fingers. She moaned loudly, biting her lip.
“You didn’t answer me,” she pouts, slowing her hands.
“You’re right. I think about you all the time. God you’re tight.”
Lee caught her lips in a desperate kiss. She moaned into his mouth. Lee was spurred on. Fucking her with his fingers. She was pumping him vigorously. The hand that wasn’t between her legs went to her breasts palming them. She had great tits. Lee always thought so. She ran her tongue against his. He could feel her wetness pool into his palm. She grabbed his tie and pulled him down on top of her as she laid down across the front seat.
He pulled her panties off and tossed them onto the floor, flipping her dress up so he could see her pussy glisten in the moonlight. He couldn’t take her like this. Not in the front seat of the cruiser. He shoved her hands away, but kept his fingers inside of her. With his other hand he rubbed his cock along her pussy lips. Thrusting so his length bumped over her clit, and was soaked by her slit.
“I won’t fuck you tonight, baby. You deserve to be taken in a bed. But God, you feel so good,” he grunted.
“Lee,” she gasps. He keeps curling his fingers inside her, she’s obscenely wet. Lee is dying to get inside of her, but he knows he has to wait.
“So wet,” he murmurs, “You always get this wet when boys touch you?”
“No,” she whimpers.
“What’s got you so worked up this time, darlin’?” He smirks, he knows the answer.
“You.” Her pussy tightens as she answers. She thrusts her hips against his cock. The head doesn’t enter her only because his fingers are inside her.
He continues his assault of her until she comes with a shout. Her pussy flutters around his fingers. When she’s fully come down from her high, Lee shoves his fingers into her mouth, continuing to rub his cock up against her lower lips. She sucks on each of his fingers with relish, as Lee continues to thrust against her slit. She lets each finger go with a loud pop of her lips. Then she gets a mischievous look in her eye. She pushes her hips up again. This time the head of his cock slips down and rests just against her entrance. Lee raises an eyebrow at her. He knows he could get inside her easily, she’s so wet. Her dainty hand reaches between them, she grips his cock and pushes it inside her so just the tip rests inside. It takes all of Lee’s self control not to thrust the rest of the way in. But he doesn’t want to take her and have her regret it.
“We can’t,” he huffs, trying to catch his breath.
“I just wanted to know what it would feel like to have you inside me, just a little bit,” she whispers.
“Not tonight, baby,” Lee tells her. He tries to pull out, but her legs cage him in.
“Just put a little more in,” she begs her hips thrust up trying to force the movement, “It won’t even count.”
“Not tonight,” he repeats, “You deserve to be fucked somewhere better than a car.” She lets her legs drop, and Lee pulls out. The head of his cock is soaked with her.
“Finish in my mouth,” she pants. Lee goes wide eyed. Sure, he didn’t date the most reputable of women but never had one offered to do that. He sits back up and nods at her. She happily gets down on her knees. She eagerly licks her essence off of his length before taking him into her mouth, slowly, bit by bit. Finally she take him down her throat. She groans around Lee, he doesn’t even have to direct her. She’s already hollowing out her cheeks and bobbing up and down. He’s trying not to thrust up. He doesn’t want her to gag. But he can’t control himself. When she gags around his length, more salvia runs down to his balls. She looks up at him, then forces herself to gag around him. She starts to do that slowly, but speeds up. Lee can’t take the vision in front of him. His little angel on her knees, his whole cock in her mouth. And she’s trying so hard to please him that spit is dripping down her chin.
“Oh fuck,” Lee growls, grabbing the back of her head and holding her in place while he cums in her mouth. She swallows all of it down, only a small drop appearing at the corner of her lips. She wipes it away with a finger before sucking the remaining cum off of said finger.
“You taste so good, deputy,” she smirks. Lee is utterly gobsmacked. This little minx has him wrapped around her little finger. She rights her dress as Lee tucks himself back into his pants. She joins him on the bench. Snuggling into him. Lee wraps one arm around her and drives her home. Upon arriving back at her house she hops out of the car.
“I’ll see you around Deputy Bodecker. Thanks again for the ride,” she teases. She starts to walk away but turns around as if she’s forgotten something, she comes right up to the driver side window.
“I’m sorry,” she begins, an innocent look on her face, “I almost took these, and they belong to you.” She shoves her soiled panties into the pocket of his leather jacket and winks at him.
“Goodnight Deputy.” Lee watched her walk up the steps and into the house before recovering enough to drive away. Lee managed to drive himself home, albeit in an intense daze. He was already thinking of how he would court Billie. Make her Billie Bodecker. She was supposed to leave for college in the fall, but he couldn’t let her leave now. She would get a job in town for now. And after the appropriate amount of time he would marry her. Or maybe he would just knock her up and keep her. It didn’t matter how he did it, as long as he got her. He had already made the decision by the time he laid down in bed that night.
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Moonlight Cafe [Lim Jaebeom] Chapter 1 of 2.
Tags: 8.4k, Fantasy!AU, Vampire!Jaebeom, Fem OC, Romance, Mystery, No Warnings, Two Parts.
Summary: Trapped in a small town where everyone knows everyone, you feel as though you’re going nowhere fast until a mysterious traveler begins to frequent the little roadside diner you work in and turns your small world upside down.
You live in a small house, in a small town, in what feels like a very small world.
Everyone knows everyone and the entire town population has remained unchanged since you were a child. The only difference is that you’ve lived alone since your aunt passed away a year ago. Now it was just you and Cheeseburger, her slightly overweight and terribly needy tabby cat.
Speaking of the spoiled feline, Cheeseburger’s tail swishes under your nose and you irritably twitch in your sleep, rubbing furiously to rid yourself of the sensation. You manage to stay asleep for another minute before you feel a building pressure in your chest, shifting from one spot to another, and in the haze of sleep, you can’t understand what’s happening to you.
Not until a loud meow directly in front of your face makes your eyes shoot open. Surely enough, Cheeseburger is standing on your chest, round face mere centimeters from your own. “Why?” You mumble, grunting under the now constant discomfort coming from all four paws planted on your body, “Can’t you wait? It’s only six o’clock.”
His answer is to lay down on your chest, kneading his paws into your skin. That is a resounding no, he cannot wait. He doesn’t care that you only got home about two and a half hours ago. He is going to die of starvation if you do not fill his bowl immediately. This is obviously a state of emergency and he will not be leaving until you do so.
You would think that by filling his bowl when you arrive home from work at 3:30 am that he would be satisfied and allow you to sleep through until your alarm goes off around noon but no. You are not allowed such luxuries. Not as long as your faithful furry friend is around.
You attempt to roll onto your side but Cheeseburger is a little too heavy and he isn’t going to move an inch until he knows you’re getting up to feed him. With a massive sigh, you nudge him a bit to let you up and the little shit jumps off, pushing with his back legs and mostly likely bruises the soft skin of your stomach with the effort.
Cheeseburger prances along beside you, more pep in his step walking to his food dish than he exhibits all day and you can’t help but chuckle at your portly companion. He may be a demanding little fluff ball but he’s the one thing that keeps your life interesting.
It’s almost sad to think about.
You fill his bowl and he purrs gratefully as you scratch that little spot behind his ear before he lays right in front of the bowl, dipping his paw in to scoop out a few kibbles at a time. It was one of his special quirks and you didn’t question it.
Falling back into bed, you pulled the covers back over your body and settled against the pillow. Your body was exhausted but you were still wide awake and you didn’t immediately fall back to sleep. Instead, your mind was clouded with the same thoughts that had plagued your existence for years.
You were stuck. Trapped in a repeating cycle day in and day out. Wake up at noon, eat, online classes, chores & errands, and then you’re off to your shift at the little roadside cafe on the outskirts of town. You do the same thing, see the same people, the same places every day. The only new people you get to meet spend an hour or less in town before they disappear once more.
You wished for something, anything, to change just before you passed out again.
The Moonlight Cafe was the closest thing to leaving town you were ever going to get. The little diner was located at the very edge of town right near the quiet highway. You frequently got in travelers but they never stopped or stayed in town, only grabbing a quick meal and getting back on the road.
Some folks thought it was odd, a young woman living alone, choosing to work the night shift in a cafe a little too far from home, but your shift from seven o’clock to three in the morning was when you got the most interesting visitors.
The townsfolk didn’t like new things, they couldn’t relate to you in your need for something different.
The diner was always relatively quiet. The regular dinner staff usually cleared out by eleven o’clock leaving just you and one cook behind to finish out the night. You didn’t get too many patrons past the dinner rush and you had no problem being by yourself. Your cook typically minded his own business, usually cleaning the kitchen or getting an earful from his lonely wife on his cell phone the rest of the time.
You envied the people passing through simply because of the fact that they were doing just that: Passing through. You never saw the same face twice. They came and went so quickly you never truly knew who they were or where they were going but sometimes you liked to give them stories like characters in a book.
You’d like to think that the young couple with permanent smiles and shiny matching wedding bands just skipped town to elope. Two lovers with nothing but each other and a road map.
Or the man with the briefcase who stopped in at nearly midnight for a black coffee was onto a lead, chasing a trail to solve an exciting case.
Or the young woman who seemed a bit like you except she wore a quiet smile as she twirled her fork. Something about the newfound freedom in her eyes made you ache for the same kind of feeling.
Working in the cafe was the only time you felt like there was more out there and one day, you would finally break free of this town and create a life that truly felt like your own, free from the confinement you’ve been living in for so long.
“Well, I think we fed damn near the entire town tonight,” Your co-worker, Samantha, chuckles, a wet rag still in her hand from helping you buss tables.
“You would think this was the only little cafe in town,” You huffed jokingly and Samantha tossed her rag at you, just barely missing your face.
“I can’t wait to get the hell out of here,” Samantha sighs, dropping down into an empty booth. The dinner rush always came and went all at once, leaving the cafe all but empty.
“Rub it in why don’t you?” You teased her, falling into the opposite booth, “You’ll be off in California of all places while I’m stuck here, waiting tables for the rest of my life.”
Samantha sighs and reaches for your hand over the table, “You could come with me, you know?”
You squeeze her warm hand, crushing her hopes yet again. “I can’t leave yet, I’m still saving and I haven’t decided what to do with Aunt Tilly’s house.”
It wasn’t just your finances holding you back, it was the never-ending question about your aunt’s minimal yet meaningful assets. Her passing was quick and unexpected and she left you no will nor any idea what she had wanted for her estate. Aunt Tilly wasn’t one to talk about the future and now you were stuck living in the past with no moral sense of direction when it came to moving forward.
Would she turn over in her grave if you decided to sell it? If you used the profits to run away and start a new life? Would Cheeseburger spite you for the rest of his days from selling off the only home he has ever known? Would you live in regret because of all the unknowns?
“You’re overthinking it again,” Your friend says softly and she offers you a pitiful smile when you meet her eyes again.
You release her hand and stand up again as you see some of the dinner staff members leaving. “Maybe I’ll meet you out there one day,” You smile convincingly, “Get outta here girl, your shift is over.”
Samantha grins and gets up, walking behind the counter to grab her purse before meeting you back by the doors, “You know I worry about you being all alone out here,” She says, her smile fading a bit.
“I’m not alone,” You point to the kitchen over your shoulder, “I’ve got Chris.”
You both peer through the tiny window behind the counter to see Chris already on his phone, one hand in the air in exasperation, and Samantha pins you with an unimpressed look, “That’s reassuring.”
With a little sweet talk and some gentle nudging, Samantha is out the door by eleven-thirty and you’re alone again. Mostly alone.
You didn’t even notice him come in, but there is a man sitting in the furthest booth from the doors, a book in hand, and you wonder how long he’s been here. He doesn’t peel his eyes away from the pages whilst you openly stare at him and you don’t even have the sense to stop yourself.
You have seen many strangers come and go in your little cafe but never once has one been this alluring. He is obviously not from around here and you can tell just by the way he’s dressed. The men in your town are the blue-collar type. Jeans and a button-down flannel are considered dressing up here and this man looks nothing of the type.
His black hair is short and neat on the sides and a bit longer on top, a few strands falling over his forehead before he pushes them away again. You notice that he has several silver earrings including another piercing in his nose, an over-sized black t-shirt, and loose-fitting jeans. In addition to all that, his side profile was incredible and you were entranced.
Suffice to say he was stunning and it left you suspended in mid-air as if by some sort of magic spell.
A sudden shout from the kitchen startles you into motion and you arrive at the man’s table before you realize your feet carried you there in the first place. The man folds the corner of his page and closes the book before looking up at you and you swear the air disappears from your lungs. He’s even more beautiful up close.
“Hello,” He says softly, not in the least bit bothered that you’ve been staring at him for the past five minutes. It was something he was used to and the reason he often hid from humans but he found that he didn’t mind your attention at all, he basked in it.
For the first time in a very long time, he felt warmth tingling in his fingertips and he wondered if you had something to do with it.
His voice pulls you out of your head and you blink twice before realizing you haven’t responded to him. “I’m so sorry! I don’t mean to stare…” You fumble your words almost as if your tongue is numb, too stunned to form anything properly.
The man smiles and you’re struck stupid once more, “It’s okay, really. I’m a bit out of place here, I think. Spent too long in the city I suppose.”
“The city,” You whisper to yourself, fingers ghosting over the tabletop and his eyes fall upon them almost fondly. He understands the longing in your voice. You chuckle suddenly and his eyes return to yours once more, “Sorry, can I get you something to eat?”
He lets his eyes fall to the base of your throat out of habit but quickly corrects himself before you notice, “Just a bottomless cup of coffee, please?” He replies and it takes you a minute to nod and pull yourself away from him.
Back behind the counter you finally feel as if you can breathe again. The strange numb feeling in your mouth gone in an instant and you grabbed a clean mug, filling it with your freshest pot of coffee before making your way back over to deliver it. He’s just picked up his book and you frown at the folded page corner, that poor book.
You lay down a napkin and set the mug down, appreciating the scent of the strong blend. You don’t drink coffee much yourself but you loved the smell of it and he seemed to as well. “Would you like any cream or sugar?”
“No, thank you. I’m accustomed to bitter tastes I’m afraid,” He smiles politely, “It smells wonderful though.”
“Ah, got it, and thank you,” You almost stutter, his eyes catching you off guard once again, “I’ll just... be over there if you need anything or whenever you’re ready to check out,” You point at the deserted counter and spin on your heel to walk away.
“What time do you close?” The man calls out, surprising you once more. No one really ever asked because they usually weren’t here for more than an hour.
“Three a.m.” You answer and he offers a nod before lifting the coffee to his lips and taking a long sip, going back to his book.
A few more travelers had come and gone by the end of your shift but the mystery man in the corner remained put until a quarter to three, just before closing time. You had your back facing the counter, tidying up the coffee machines and hanging clean mugs when you heard someone clearing his throat. You whipped around to find the man standing at the counter, a small smile playing about his lips.
You’re not even sure how he’d made it to the counter so quietly when he was still reading at his table mere seconds ago. You would know, you’ve been watching him all night. You had silently refilled his mug several times, emptying almost two entire coffee pots but the man looked no worse for wear. Any normal person would have had a breakdown after all that caffeine but he seemed completely unaffected.
“Didn’t mean to sneak up on you,” He smiled, perfectly aligned white teeth threatening to blind you, “Just wanted to pay you before you close up.”
“Oh, of course. I didn’t even realize what time it was already.”
You wiped your hands on your apron and moved toward the register, your limbs jittery as the man watches you press a few buttons before speaking again, “It’s just two dollars for the coffee,” You say.
“For as many cups as I've had?” His brows shoot up almost comically.
“Uh, to be honest, no one sticks around for more than a cup and refills are usually free even though they barely finish the first. I’m not even sure what to charge.”
The man hands you a ten-dollar bill and refuses change, a bright smile as he watches you struggle with what to do with the extra cash. You awkwardly deposit it into the register and you’re at a loss for words suddenly.
‘Say something!’ your brain screams at you.
“Do you work here each night?” The man asks and your brain’s cogs stop spinning.
“Not every night,” You answer, confusion obvious in your tone, “I’m off on Sundays and Mondays.”
“Good to know,” He grins, “I’m Jaebeom, by the way.”
Jaebeom. It fits him well and the name brands itself in the forefront of your mind.
He’s already moving away from the counter and toward the door but you don’t want him to leave. “I’ll see you around,” He says before slipping out the door and you stop in the middle of the cafe, unaware that you were actually following him toward the doors as if you had no choice but to follow his pull.
‘See you around?’ You whisper, maybe that was just a goodbye where he’s from. You knew the second he walked out that door that you would never see him again and your heart cracked in your chest at the thought.
The next morning, or afternoon, you lay in bed with zero motivation to move. Your chest ached for reasons beyond you and nothing seemed to help. You considered staying in bed all day until it was time to work but the absolute wailing next to your head refused to allow it.
“You know,” You huffed, sitting up in bed and staring down at the cat, “I would get you a refillable food dish but I don’t trust you not to empty the whole damn thing in one go.”
‘Mrow’ he smarts back at you before using his tiny staircase at the side of the bed to get down and lead you into the kitchen. “Damned cat.”
You went through your day in a weird haze. You weren’t exactly tired, nor were you feeling ill but the odd pressure in your chest bugged you constantly. You felt it throughout the day and all through the dinner rush, your feet carrying you through the kitchen and dining floor on autopilot, ready to get away from all the over-familiar, prying townspeople.
Finally, the dinner staff is walking out the door and you’re making your way back behind the counter, opening a bag of coffee grounds to start a fresh pot when the chest pains suddenly evaporate.
Your hands move of their own accord, pressing against your ribs and between your breasts. The pain was completely gone out of nowhere. You suddenly remembered that you were standing in plain sight holding your chest and you do a quick spin to make sure you’re alone. You’re halfway through a breath of relief when you notice the man in the corner booth. His eyes widened curiously and a tiny smirk upon his pretty lips.
He’s back. He came back and he’s sitting there watching you fondle your own chest, biting back a snicker at the pure panic on your face.
You spin away from him and brace your hands on the counter taking deep breaths to calm yourself down. After a minute or two, you fill a mug with fresh coffee and make your way over to his table where he already has a different book in his hand. He dog-ears the corner of the page again and sets it down to look at you.
“Hello, again,” He smiles the same heart-stopping smile from last night.
“You came back?” You asked before you could think and cursed yourself silently for it.
“I did,” He answers, his eyes never leaving yours, “I might be sticking around for a while.”
“No one ever stays, it’s like a town curse or something,” You chuckled nervously, shifting from one foot to the other.
“Curses don’t scare me,” He replies and you swear the color of his eyes shift before everything looks normal again but it was so fast you probably just imagined it.
“Everything ok?” He asks and you’re confused before it dawns on you why he’s asking.
“Oh,” You laugh awkwardly, “I’ve just had some chest pains since last night, probably just indigestion, but they disappeared all of a sudden.”
Jaebeom’s eyes fall to the table, a smile breaking through before he looks back up at you, “I’m happy to know you’re feeling better.”
The sincerity in his voice almost stops you in your tracks but a bell at the door signals a new customer’s arrival and you’re forced to snap back to reality. “Are you hungry?” You ask quickly, but he shakes his head, “Just the coffee.”
Much to your surprise, Jaebeom stays until closing again, reading his book and drinking endless amounts of black coffee. You spend your whole shift staring at him in a trance like you can’t draw your eyes away from him and you aren’t even lucid enough to care if he knows. And he does know. He watches you whenever you’re not watching him.
But now he’s the last one here yet again and that pressure in your chest returns. You’re squirming uncomfortably as he approaches the counter, brows furrowed as he watches you. “Is it your chest again?” He asks worriedly.
“Ahh, don’t worry about it, I’m sure it’ll pass,” You grimace, the urge to hunch your shoulders to alleviate some of the discomfort is hard to dismiss.
“Do you mind?” Jaebeom asks, holding out his hand toward the one gripping the counter and it takes you a second but you realize he’s asking for it and you hesitantly place your hand in his.
The second your skin meets the ache is dulled and he plays it off by squeezing a pressure point between your thumb and pointer finger, a spot meant for pain relief. Your eyes are soft as you watch him and his self-restraint wanes in your close proximity. He finishes applying pressure but can’t stop himself from brushing his fingers over your skin before he releases you.
“I heard that could help...sometimes,” He says quietly, scratching at the back of his neck awkwardly. If he could blush he certainly would be right now.
“Thank you, Jaebeom.”
The sound of his name coming from your lips brings an instant smile to his face and he knows his travels will have been well worth it even if this were the one and only time he would hear you say it. He hopes that he will hear it many more times though.
He wants to thank you by name before remembering that you’ve not yet told him what it was and suddenly the need to know overwhelms him.
“You’re welcome,” He hands over another ten-dollar bill, holding up a hand when you try to give him change, “I hope to see you again…” He trails off hopefully.
“Vera,” You offer shyly, “ You can call me Vera.”
Jaebeom smiles and nods before he’s walking out the door, the smile on his face faltering when he catches you rubbing your chest again.
It’s been about six weeks since it’s started and the chest pains continue but you’ve noticed they seem to be lighter at night. They practically vanish when the dinner shift ends and have been light enough when you get home that you are actually able to sleep after work.
Jaebeom consistently appears every night at eleven pm sharp but now instead of staring at him from across the diner, you sit and join him whenever it’s quiet.
He shares with you that he works as a sort of historian, an artifact collector, traveling all over the world to search for priceless pieces of history. You love listening to his stories about the places he’s been and he tells them so well that you feel as if you’ve been there yourself.
One night you find yourself across from him again, as he tells you about a recent find in another part of the world. Somewhere far off that you’ve never even heard of and the thought suddenly crosses your mind.
“Jaebeom, what exactly are you here to find?” You ask curiously, “There can’t really be anything of much worth in this place.”
Jaebeom’s eyes seem to sparkle with joy as he answers your question, “Well, it was a bit unexpected, but there is something of immeasurable valuable here,” He says quietly, his smile matching the look in his eyes as they meet yours, “It’s the greatest treasure I could ever hope to find.”
You’re enraptured by him. The way he speaks, the way he shifts closer to the table, closer to you. The way he seems so full of intrigue and respect for what he searches for. You wonder what kind of object could stir such genuine passion in him and you’re almost envious of it. Whatever it is.
“Have you found it?” You ask suddenly, voice smaller than you had expected. You weren’t ready for him to pack up and move on. To leave you behind.
“Yes, I believe I have,” He smiles softly and you try your hardest to not let your face fall in front of him. That was it, your time with him would end and you would still be here. Stuck in the same place forever.
Jaebeom tries his hardest not to show joy at the way you falter. The way you clearly convey your wishes for him to stay and he continues on, “Don’t worry, I think it’s going to take some time to uncover.”
The smile you offer him is completely unrestrained, pure happiness radiating from you now and you don’t even care to hide it from him.
Jaebeom shifts uncomfortably in the hard wicker chair on your back porch, stretching his limbs to shake out the ache of prolonged stillness. He’s been spending the early morning hours outside your bedroom window ever since he realized his proximity could lessen the discomfort you had been experiencing.
Not for the first time, he desperately wishes to adjust your sleeping position to alleviate the light snores his sensitive hearing picks up through the walls. He grins to himself as he thinks about you and the stories you told him earlier that night, mostly focused around a cat with a rotund belly and a name to match. He hoped he would get to meet the little guy one day.
He thinks about the night he met you.
He had planned to pass right through this deserted place, small towns were notoriously more difficult to hide in, but something brought him to a dead stop outside that little cafe. He knew what the little tugging notion he had felt inside his chest could mean as soon as you came over to his table, stumbling over your words for reasons even you couldn’t understand.
You were beautiful without even trying and the blush in your cheeks as you passed him that first cup of coffee would forever be burned into his memories.
Jaebeom never really had a mentor when it came to his immortal life. He was turned and abandoned in a battlefield several hundred years ago but he learned along the way. A lot of his self-discovery came with time and the help of many old texts. He had thought he had things pretty well figured out until he met you. It seemed that had been the one chapter he had skipped over, the one he thought he would never need.
It’s been three months since your best friend left for bigger and better things and your face lights up when you see a new text from her as you're hanging out on the couch one Saturday afternoon.
Sam: I miss you. When are you going to come visit me?
You: I miss you too. When are you coming back?
Sam: Never.
You: :(((((((((((((((( wtf
Sam: Seriously. It’s so amazing out here. Come join meeee.
You: You’re allergic to cats.
Sam: Cheeseburger is not a cat. He’s a cow.
You: *GASP* I’m telling him.
Sam: Go ahead. He already hates me.
You: Don’t take it personally. He hates everyone but me.
Sam: Hey V…
Sam: Is that guy still coming in to see you?
You smile to yourself at the thought of him, just the mere mention of him makes your stomach flutter with the same warm sensation you get whenever he’s around.
You: Jaebeom :)
You: Yeah, comes in every night. Kinda hoping he never leaves :)
Samantha doesn’t reply right away and you can see the three little dots come and go as if she is hesitant to respond which makes you a little uneasy. Sam is always pretty straight forward with you.
Sam: You really like him don’t you?
You: He’s…
You: He is very special to me. Idk if I can explain it…
Sam: Don’t be mad, okay?
Sam: I was curious about him and kind of asked around a little but it’s like no one knows who I’m talking about. Chris said he’s never seen him before.
You: I thought we went over the fact that Chris wasn’t exactly great with observation.
You’re not sure why your skin prickles with irritation. You’re not mad at Samantha, she’s just being curious but how could Chris say he’s never seen Jaebeom? He hasn’t missed a single shift you’ve worked since you met him all those months ago.
Sam: Well, that’s what I thought too but it was just odd that he wouldn’t have seen a guy like him in the cafe EVERY SINGLE NIGHT, so I kinda mentioned it to Janae and she told me that the other night, she left her wallet behind but when she came back in she saw you bringing a cup of coffee over to an empty table.
An empty table? Why would you do that? She must have been mistaken.
You begin attempting to formulate words but Samantha continues on, adding more confusion to the conversation.
Sam: I assumed he would be staying at the Elliard’s Inn but when I texted their daughter who's been working the front desk, she said she had never seen anyone with his description and that they hadn’t had a guest stay more than a day or two at a time in months.
None of this makes sense. Sure, Chris is always distracted and never really on the floor but how could he have never seen Jaebeom? Not even once? And if he wasn’t staying at the Inn then where the hell was he staying for the last three months?
Sam: I’m sorry to drop all this on you. I was just worried and wanted to check on you.
You: It’s ok, Sam.
You: I’m sure there is just some confusion. Jaebeom is really great, hopefully you’ll meet him one day too. We’ll talk soon :)
The conversation bothered you for the rest of the day and your chest pains were worse than normal. It felt as if there was an elastic band in there, stretched painfully taut, seconds from snapping. You almost thought about calling into work but you knew you usually felt better in the evenings and to be honest, you had a few questions for Jaebeom.
The dinner shift was terrible. The little cafe was packed as always and poor tina ended up in the hospital from a broken wrist, leaving you short-handed. Your chest pains were almost unbearable at this point and even Chris shot you a concerned look as you popped four antacids at once before downing almost an entire pitcher of water as well.
As soon as the diner emptied and the dinner staff filed out for the night, you dropped into the empty booth you normally frequent, sighing for the umpteenth time that night. You tried to mimic the way Jaebeom manipulated your pressure points to alleviate the pain but nothing seemed to help. If this kept up, you’d probably need to call the doctor soon.
Almost an hour later, the door chimes and you’re surprised to see Jaebeom striding toward you, a worried look on his face. He doesn’t even hesitate to slide into the seat across from you, pulling your aching hands into his own and the relief in your body is so overwhelming you slump forward, your forehead touching the cool surface.
“I’m so sorry I’m late,” He says, guilt clear in his tone though you can’t begin to understand why. You pick your head up slightly to look at him and can’t look away. His eyes are so soft and tender as he focuses on your hands between his, his fingers brushing over your skin soothingly.
“What could you possibly be sorry for?” You ask him with a soft smile and his eyes meet yours briefly, the small upturn of his lips clearly still apologetic.
“The pain is getting worse, isn’t it?”
You consider hiding the truth but you imagine he wouldn’t believe you anyway. “Not all the time, but yeah...today was pretty bad. It’s not like that’s your fault though,” You laugh it off, trying to convince him that you’re just fine, “If anything, you always make it better.”
At that, he finally gives you a genuine smile and you slide off the seat, “Let me go grab you a coffee, okay?”
He hesitates, his hands tightening around yours before he nods and lets you slip them free though you’re keen to stay just like that for the remainder of the night with his thumbs stroking over the tops of your hands.
When you return with the steaming mug you notice that Jaebeom is looking toward the door, eyebrows furrowed almost...defensively. You follow his line of sight but there is nothing out of the ordinary. He offers you a strained smile when you set the mug down in front of him but his body posture is too rigid.
Seconds later a group of three men walk-in, loud and reeking of alcohol. You recognize them all as former classmates, the ones who never aspired for anything more in life than cheap drinks and women. The kind that would live and die in this small town with nothing to their name. They were bar flys, you didn’t usually have to deal with them in the quiet diner.
They stumbled into a booth across the way, laughing and hollering boisterously, so much so that even Chris popped his head out of the kitchen, shaking his head at them before looking in your direction, his eyes widening oddly.
“Give me a minute,” You say to Jaebeom quietly, turning to greet the new table and get it over with. Just as you spun away Jaebeom caught your wrist and you looked down at it curiously. “It’s fine,” You tell him, gently pulling away from his grasp.
You gathered your courage and every ounce of patience before you made your way over to the table. “What can I get for you boys?”
The man on the left slumped back in the booth, his eyes raking over you in a way that made you want to scrub every inch of your skin until it was raw. You couldn’t even remember his name, something generic, easily forgotten. “I’ll take whatever you’re offerin’, sweetheart,” He drawled, earning a chuckle from his friends.
“Had a little too much to drink tonight?” You ask, your arms crossed over your chest where the third man is paying far too much attention.
“Awwww, don’t be like that sugar,” He caws dramatically, “We were just out havin’ a little fun. We just wanted a piece of old Tina’s apple pie.”
“Yeah, we just wasn’t expecting something as sweet as you,” The dumbest of the three chimes in and you’re just about ready to let them have it.
Suddenly, a tall figure is behind you and you’re not so discreetly pushed to the side as Chris glares at the men, dropping three plates with the roughest looking pieces of pie you’d ever seen. Part of you wonders if he dug them out of the trash.
“You can shut up and eat the pie, or get out,” Chris threatens and even you have to admit, he’s a bit terrifying at the moment.
The men look down at the plates and back up at your cook who looks like he is ready for a fight. The men look back at each other and decide their fun has been spoiled. “If that’s the best you’ve got in this shit hole, we’ll just go back to the bar,” The first man says, pushing himself out of the booth forcefully, though he is careful not to bump into the man shielding you.
“Girls there ain’t so fucking stuck up either,” The second one snorts, a distasteful look on his already unattractive face.
Your skin crawls once more as their gaze falls upon you and you heave a sigh of relief when the door finally closes on them. You turn to the cook whose focus is still on the three men, watching as they get in their truck and drive away.
“Thank you,” You say sincerely, patting the cook’s forearm twice to get his attention.
“You’re welcome,” He responds, finally tearing his eyes away from the empty parking lot, “Hey, uh? Is that the boyfriend Sammie was asking about?” He asks, gesturing toward Jaebeom’s table.
You both stare at Jaebeom in shock and confusion. His eyes are forward, not looking at either of you as you gawk at him. The porcelain handle of the coffee mug lay in shattered pieces next to the mug, black liquid slowly leaking out of the cracks in the cup and onto the table.
Chris elbows you into motion, “You should probably go check on him.”
You’re at his side in seconds but he doesn’t even look up at you, his body rigid and unmoving, staring at the mess before him blankly. At least, you ASSUME he’s looking at the spill, his hair blocks his eyes from your view.
“Jaebeom,” You call out to him but he doesn’t respond, not until your hand falls upon his shoulder and he blinks rapidly, the tension leaving his body all at once.
“Jaebeom, are you okay? What happened?” You ask him worriedly and his hand comes up to cover yours, patting it gently.
“I’m sorry,” He begins moving again, grabbing napkins to pat at the spilled coffee, “Let me clean this up.”
“Let me help,” you tell him, reaching for the broken pieces and Jaebeom tries to tell you it’s okay but he’s too late and in your haste, you slice the pad of your thumb, immediately drawing blood.
The sting draws a sharp, ‘Oh’ from your lips and you pull your hand away, cradling it against your chest. You’re too busy examining the cut and squeezing your thumb to realize Jaebeom has gone completely still again looking as if all the air had been sucked from his lungs.
“Vera, I,” He falters, swaying slightly in his seat before he’s pushing out of it, squeezing past your body, “I have to go, I’m so sorry.”
Before you can even blink he’s gone and the pain in your chest takes his place.
The rest of your shift was spent trying to dissect Jaebeom’s bizarre behavior. The way he looked so guilty for showing up later than usual and acting as if he were the one responsible for your physical discomfort which made absolutely zero sense. It was odd that you felt fine when you were together but the second you were apart the pains returned. That you would admit.
Then there was the weird conversation with Samantha earlier in the day and Chris’ surprising reaction to seeing Jaebeom as if he had truly never seen him before. Also, the shattered cup handle, the way he seemed totally lost to himself, the way he bolted out of the diner with no explanation. None of it made any sense at all.
Chris helped you finish closing up shop and you both walked out to your cars together. He waited for you to get into yours safely before he drove away but just before you pulled out, you realized you left your phone behind the counter and you were off the next two days.
You turned the car back off and ran inside to grab your phone (and maybe one piece of leftover peach cobbler), jiggling the handles for good measure to make sure everything was locked back up. You obviously hadn’t been paying attention because three unfortunately familiar faces were staring back at you when you finally looked up.
The drunk guys from a few hours ago were blocking the path to your car and you were now all alone, no one to back you up.
“Awfully late ain’t it sweetheart?” The first man says, a greasy grin on his face that makes you squeamish.
You hug the items in your hands closer to you, cold sweat running down your spine.
“Come on darlin’ why don’t you let us drive you home?” The third man says, a crumpled beer can falling from his hands carelessly.
“My..ah,” Your voice is weak, wracked with nerves, “My boyfriend is waiting at home for me. He’s expecting me, I need to go, please.”
“Boyfriend? What good is one man when you could have three?” The second man chimes in, the three of them now closing in on you, and the wrapped cobbler falls from your hand, thudding in the dirt.
“Please, just let me go home,” You plead, body shaking uncontrollably, eyes growing wider with every step they take.
“Leave now,” A voice comes from behind you, dark and powerful. You almost think it’s Chris who may have turned around for some reason but it doesn’t sound like Chris. It sounds like…
“Jaebeom?” His name falls from your lips but you’re stunned into silence when he comes into the light. He looks absolutely furious, flawless, far too sharp and angular in the moonlight. Your stomach flips when you see his eyes, dark red irises almost glowing in the dark. You’re sure they’ve never been that color.
“Who the hell is this guy?” The third man laughs, too wasted to realize he should be backing down.
“I suggest you learn how to mind your own, boy,” The second man spits, hands pushing up his sleeves while the other two stand beside him looking like they're ready for a fight unlike earlier. Brave now that there was no one else around and they believed they had the advantage of numbers.
“I won’t say it again,” Jaebeom threatens, never once raising his voice as he takes his place in front of you.
The third man is the first to swing and your hands fly up to your mouth in horror but Jaebeom moves with inhumane speed, dodging his blow and delivering one of his own powerful enough to send the other man sprawling to the ground several feet away.
The other two gawk at their friend and lunge at Jaebeom but he barely moves and next thing you know he’s smashing the two men’s heads together nearly knocking them unconscious before throwing them to the ground next to the other as if they weighed nothing.
Jaebeom stands above them, hands now in his pockets casually as he speaks to them in a honeyed tone you can just barely hear. “You will never come here again. If you ever see her again you will immediately walk the other way. You will not remember me, nor what happened here tonight. You were in a bar fight and lost. Now get up, get back in your truck, and drive away.”
You watch in astonishment as they pull themselves up and stumble over to the truck, pushing and shoving each other as they get into the cab and slam the door shut cranking the engine and tearing off down the road. Your body is still shaking and you can't seem to move a single one of your limbs.
Jaebeom is suddenly right in front of you, his hands stroking up and down your arms. He’s speaking to you but you can’t register any of his words and he’s worried you’re going into shock and maybe you are because you’re still entirely prone when Jaebeom lifts you into his arms and carries you to the car, setting you into your passenger seat and buckling you in gently.
He walks around the car and gets in the driver’s seat, looking at your near-lifeless form once again before pulling out of the parking lot, driving you home in relative silence. He tries to speak to you more than once but you’re almost catatonic. You hear him but the words still escape you and you can just barely feel his hand around yours in your lap.
Jaebeom carries you into your house and you didn’t even think to question how he knew where you lived. There were so many questions you wanted to ask him but your lips refused to form the words. He sets you down on your couch and kneels in front of you, peering into your unfocused eyes.
Finally, his honeyed voice pierces through the heavy blanket of shock, the same voice he used earlier in the parking lot, and you hear him clearly for the first time, “Vera, my love, come back to me.”
Your eyes pull towards his, slow and heavy and he sighs in relief, his voice back to normal, “Everything is okay, you’re home now. You’re safe with me.”
“Jaebeom,” You croak out, your hands shaking a bit as the feeling returns and he reaches behind you, pulling a blanket over your shoulders from the back of the couch before taking both of your hands tenderly.
“What happened?” You try, voice still raspy from disuse.
“You went into shock,” He sighs, eyes still tracing over you with concern, “ I wasn’t sure if you were going to come out of it.”
‘Vera, my love, come back to me’ floats around in your mind. It wasn’t just a request, a plea for you to wake up. It was a command, one that you couldn’t help but follow. A compulsion.
“Jaebeom, you’re...more, aren’t you?” You ask, realizing right after that it probably sounded absurd but he just sighs and nods.
“More than just a traveling historian, yes,” He answers with a light chuckle, thumbs stroking over the tops of your hands, “I’ll explain it all but I need to know that you trust that I care for you and that I would never place you in any harm. I wanted to take this slow.”
There were many unanswered questions about the man before you but your trust in him was not one of them. You trusted him completely. You felt safe with him and you always had from the moment you met him though you could never quite comprehend why when he was a complete stranger.
“You won’t frighten me, Jaebeom. I trust you.”
He moves from the floor to sit on the couch next to you, your hands still interlocked with his own as he begins to speak. “I was reborn in the year 1801, alone, as a young soldier on a battlefield in the middle of nowhere. I never met the vampire who turned me, only assumed that it was someone who had come to feed off the recently deceased but they mustn't have known or cared that I was still alive when they bit me.”
Your eyes widened and you swallowed roughly. Maybe you hit your head because he said vampire and though you were expecting something a little fantastical, being a vampire was not one of those things.
“I’ve never actually met another vampire but I’ve read that I’m rather young for my kind. If you consider being over two hundred years old young,” He squints his eyes thoughtfully and you nod along trying to absorb this new information.
“I will admit, my early years were a bit...messy. I had no guidance, I knew nothing about myself and I was completely alone, terrified of what I was and what I could do. Took almost eighty years before I was in full control of my abilities. Now, I live a relatively normal life. I really am a historian, a damn good one if I’m being honest, and I travel the world just to appreciate the few perks immortality has to offer.”
You blink slowly, “So you’re like...really old, huh?”
Jaebeom scoffs, a smile pulling at his lips, “Is that really all you gathered? You’re not ready to run for the hills? Villagers with pitchforks and all that?”
“No, of course not,” You choke out a weak laugh, you’re body still tremoring occasionally, “I’m not afraid of you, Jaebeom.”
His eyes soften considerably, relief clear in his posture, “You’re not?”
“I don’t really know how to explain it,” You re-situate yourself on the seat, turning sideways to face him comfortably, “I have always been comforted by your presence. You make me feel, safe, happy. I’ve never trusted someone so quickly and with you it was just...effortless. You being a..uh, vampire, doesn’t change that.”
Jaebeom’s eyes light up and he is absolutely beside him with joy at hearing your words.
“So?” You pull one hand from his, poking his chest playfully, “What cool tricks does immortal life offer, old man?”
Jaebeom runs his tongue over his teeth and smirks, “Other than being eternally good looking?” He asks, hand a little tighter to slow your tremors, “Super speed, power of influence like you witnessed earlier, and I’m ah…a little strong.”
“A little strong?” You repeat before your brows shoot up in realization, “You broke the cup!? Like with your bare hands?”
Jaebeom scratches the back of his head like he always does when he’s embarrassed. “Yeah, and that was me controlling myself. A drop in the sea compared to what I could do. I’m usually pretty good at containing it but I was furious at the way those cretins spoke to you at the cafe. I would have lost it had your cook not stepped in.”
“So when you say ‘a drop in the sea’...”
Jaebeom stands suddenly and you're confused for a second when he bends down, sticking one hand beneath the couch and you shriek as he lifts the entire thing off the ground with you still perched awkwardly on top. He grins up at your shocked face and sets the furniture back down with ease.
“Well, that’s,” You cough suddenly, your cheeks flaming red, “Interesting.” And hot. So hot.
“So, wait,” You hold up a hand as Jaebeom sits back down comfortably, “Where have you been staying this whole time? Sammie said the Elliard’s had never seen you, nor had a guest for this long.”
“I am staying at the Inn they just don’t remember because I made them forget they rented me a room,” He explains, “I tend to influence people in small towns to forget my presence when I have to reveal myself. People don’t see me unless I want them to.”
“That’s incredible,” You breathe, in awe at his abilities.
Jaebeom just stares at you for several seconds, a flurry of emotions and thoughts spinning in his mind like a tornado and he seems to struggle with words before speaking again.
“You’re taking this very well, much better than I had imagined. I thought it would be years before I would be able to tell you the truth,” He admits and you’re taken off guard by his words.
“Imagined? Do you mean you always planned to tell me?” You ask with a furrowed brow before you’re hit with another question, “Wait...years? You were planning to stay here for that long? Why?”
“I uh…” Jaebeom stalls, his hand creeping up to his head again but you grab it midair and pull it into your lap. “There is something else I have to tell you and this might actually scare you, so please understand that I have rather limited knowledge on this subject and it’s more like my understanding of my own feelings compared to the texts I’ve read and there is no pressure of course but since you’re asking I guess I might as well tell you now-”
“Jaebeom,” You stop him mid-panic, his rambling making your heart rate spike uncomfortably, “Breathe,” He inhales a big breath and exhales shakily, “What could possibly scare me off now? You already confessed that you’re a powerful, immortal vampire.”
“And you’re my mate,” He responds nervously and it’s the last thing you hear before you pass out cold.
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Thai QL 2023 Favorites Tag Game!
@waitmyturtles tagged me, I kinda did it quick but Wait made it QL instead of BL so I guess I’ll play again
Because I get overwhelmed easily I need to confine myself to only things in 2023.
HERE WE GO - Thailand ONLY, 2023 ONLY
Favorite 2023 Thai QL:
My School President - I LOVE THEM YOUR HONOR
Favorite Pairing:
On the basis of Moonlight Chicken as well as MSP I have to pick GeminiFourth but for high heat I really loved NetJames in Bed Friend
Most underrated actor:
Lee Long Shi
I’d say Noh Phouluang but so far he hasn’t been in anything this year. Damn it.
Favorite Character:
Ken in Chains of Heart
I KNOW. I HATED the show, but man what a fucking fantastic idea for a main character. Tough as nails, rebuilt himself from the foundation up, total bass ass, persistent fucker. Plus Haii is stunning to look at. It’s not his fault they fucking squandered the gift he gave them.
Favorite Side Character:
Easy one: Chot - Step By Step
Favorite scene in a QL:
Between Us:
Favorite line in a QL:
Hit Bite Love
Most Anticipated QL (& why):
Twins the series - Not Me + HIStory 2 Crossing the line, it looks like golden trash.
Healthiest relationship in a QL:
Destiny Seeker babies side couple:
Most toxic relationship in a QL:
The Promise - I don’t wanna talk about it
Guilty pleasure series:
This year? Certainly Destiny Seeker
Most underrated series:
Frankly, probably Destiny Seeker, since no one has seen it and I actually quite enjoyed it.
Maybe Make a Wish? Another solid show that no one saw.
Of those that people saw, I think the Never Let Me Go Our Skyy installment was GREAT and pretty underrated.
It’s only July so of course this is subject to change without notice.
If you follow me... and I find something I love... you’ll notice.
Thai BL I watch so Far This Year:
La Pluie - 9
My School President - 9
Step By Step - 9
Bed Friend - 8
Between Us - 8
Destiny Seeker - 8
Make a Wish - 8
Moonlight Chicken - 8
Never Let Me Go - 8
Our Skyy 2 - mixed 7 & 6
Cutie Pie 2 You special - 7
Future the series - 7
609 Bedtime Story - 6
I Will Knock You - 5
Remember Me - 5
Tin Tem Jai - 5
Pastsenger - 4
The Promise - 4
Cafe In Love - 3
Chains of Heart - 3
Hit Bite Love - 3
Senior Love Me - 3
The Luminous Solution - 3
My Blessing - 2
House of Stars - dnf
Till the World Ends - dnf
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Criminal Minds: Love and Rage
Summary: Jason Gideon crosses paths with a woman who was convicted of two murders and one attempted murder when she was thirteen years old. He profiles her in a cafe and has his doubts of her guilt and involvement. She reaches out to him ten years later for help only to find he has been killed and it's up to the team to finish Gideon's investigation and find the true killers.
Warnings: Violence, mentions of child abuse
Rating: Mature
Love and Rage is Part One of a Trilogy
Chapter Four: The Safe House
“You say you’re not special because the world doesn’t know about you, but that’s an insult to me. I know about you.” - John Green
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Do you know what it means to miss New Orleans? When that's where you left your heart? The moonlight on the bayou, a creole tune that fills the air. I dream about magnolias in bloom and I'm wishin' I was there. - Louis Armstrong
By the time they arrive at the small house in the bayou, the sun has started to set. The water that sloshes against the boardwalk looks like flames licking at the pilings. Spanish moss sways in the evening breeze as a variety of birds and bugs orchestrate their songs for the coming nightfall.
It should feel like coming home but it doesn’t. The sounds, smells, and sights feel otherworldly to Celia; she is merely an interloper, an alien visiting this forgein land. She walks up to the cedar plank house and raises her good arm to knock when Marcella opens the door with a big grin on her face until she sees the bandage and sling on Celia’s left arm, surprise silencing any greeting she may have had.
“Sak pase (what’s happening)?” Celia greets with a wry grin.
“What happen’ to you?” Marcella asks, opening the door to them.
“Like I said,” Celia says, stepping into the house, “it’s a little complicated. This is Dr. Reid, my...friend I told you about.”
Marcella just nods to him as her hands are currently pulling back Celia’s shirt and looking at the bandaging. “You FBI? CIA?” She gives him a sly look. “Secret Service?”
“Um,” he chuckles nervously, “FBI.”
“FBI,” she repeats, loosening the bandages to peer into the wrappings at the wound. “Does this mean you’re using my friend as a human shield? Dis here is a bullet wound.”
Celia notices a shadow pass across Spencer’s face, leaving a griefstriken look to his eyes before he manages to blink it away so she comes to his aid. “It's been a long and rough day, Mar.”
Her eyes dart back and forth between Celia and Spencer. “A’right then. Are you hungry?”
Both Celia and Spencer shook their heads.
“Well,” Marcella points over to the small kitchen, “there’s gumbo on the stove if you get hungry. You both look like you could use a good meal. I’ll get some herbs and a poultice for your arm. Dr. Reid, you need anything? Any injuries you hidin’?”
“No, no ma’am.”
Celia waits for Marcella to disappear behind a curtain to her storage room off the kitchen before turning to Spencer. “Sorry, she comes on strong at first.”
He gives her a half smile. “Most friends who care about you do.”
“True. But in all seriousness, Marcella makes the best gumbo, and you haven’t eaten in over 24 hours.”
“Neither have you. And with taking the pain medications, you should have food in your stomach to prevent nausea.”
Celia smiles as she ladals some of the spicy stew into a bowl. “I’m not going to need the meds. Marcella’s going to hook me up with something better.” She offers the bowl to Spencer. “Sometimes natural remedies work the best.”
He takes the bowl from her. “In some cases, that’s true, depending on the quality grade of the ingredients. For instance, in the case of severe allergy sufferers, taking a tablespoon of local honey daily can help increase the strength of the immune system with measured doses of the local pollen.”
“I had to do that once,” Celia fills her own bowl and sits down at the small card table. “When I lived in Santa Fe for a few months. The desert dust and palo verde pollen was just awful. So I did the honey treatment and it did bring relief.”
Spencer smiles, taking the seat across from her. “Palo verde trees. It’s been a while since I’ve thought about them. I remember having to dust off our car because the yellow pollen would just cover the windshield.”
“Agent Gideon mentioned that you were from out west but he never said where. So, New Mexico then?”
“Vegas, actually.”
“Oh, New Orleans should feel like coming home then.” Celia eats a spoonful of the gumbo and immediately realizes how hungry she truly is. It helps that Marcella makes some of the best gumbo in the state. She glances up to see if Spencer has tried it yet to find him lost in thought. She gives him a moment, watching the muscles in his face move with whatever information he’s processing. “What are you thinking about?”
He gives her a look of chagrin. “Sorry, I get in my head and zone out. I was actually comparing and contrasting the similarities and differences of Las Vegas and New Orleans. While they are similar with the overall mentality of having a raucous time and what happens there will stay there, there are some distinct differences between the two.”
“For starters,” Marcella came back into the kitchen with an armload of bandages, bottles, and bowls, “New Orleans actually has some history to it. There are some plantations and buildings that go back to the mid 1700’s. We believe in the value of the old and not just blast it to make room for the newest and latest.”
“I completely stand with that mentality,” Spencer agrees. “There is always something to learn from the history around us and buildings are landmarks to the events that happened around them. ‘A city without old buildings is like a man without a memory.’ Age brings wear and wear brings comfort in a place. It’s what gives it character. Vegas is just...loud.”
“You should be here at Mardi Gras,” Celia says. “You haven’t heard noise till you’ve been to that party.”
“So tell me, Dr. Reid,” Marcella is unwrapping Celia’s bandages, taking care to peel the gauze away gently from her skin, “is there a Mrs. Reid around?”
Spencer seems surprised but gathers himself quickly. “No, none at all.”
“Oh,” Marcella answers and then pinches Celia’s arm. “What a shame.”
Celia does her best to give her friend a death glare and forcefully bites out an “ouch.”
A sharp ping sounds and Spencer pulls out his phone. “Is there any service here?”
Marcella opens one of the bottles of tinctures. “Yes, but you have to go out on the dock to get the strongest signal. It’s okay in the house but outside is the best.”
Spencer nods and excuses himself, leaving Celia and Marcella alone. As soon as the door shuts, Celia smacks Marcella’s arm. “What are you doing?”
“I’m trying to get this bullet hole closed up. What are you doing getting yourself shot?”
“That’s not what I’m talking about! What’s up with the ‘is there a Mrs. Reid’ bullshit?”
Marcella puts her hands on her hips. “Well, did you ask him?”
“No.”
“Well someone had to.” She goes back to smearing the orange liquid over Celia’s wound. “I like him. He has kind eyes and a gentle spirit.”
Celia winces at the sting of the witch hazel. “Let me know where you two register for the wedding.”
“Hm,” Marcella hums, “do I detect some jealousy? I meant I like him for you. Your auras are similar.”
“I’ve never been described as having kind eyes or a gentle spirit.”
Marcella lays tea leaves over the wound and winds the area with a cotton cloth. “Yes, you have, you just don’t listen when people say it. Your momma’s still got you locked up in your own head.”
Celia sighs. “You have any herbs for that?”
“No herbs, ma cherie. But,” Marcella pushes the chair leg with foot so Celia is now facing the window where Spencer is on the phone with someone. “‘I’ve learned that love, not time, heals all wounds.’”
Celia hates to admit just how right Marcella is. The fact that Spencer met her in that diner to help her, even though Gideon was already gone and all ties to her had been severed, he still offered to help. He was the reason the FBI were in New Orleans and hopefully bringing an end to the entire mess her family had created. He had already helped her far more than she had expected. However, she could feel the smugness rolling off of Marcella and she couldn’t let her friend think she had the upper hand. “Your gumbo needs some salt.”
Marcella smacked the back of Celia’s head. “Now there’s no need for dat. I thought people who were in love were supposed to be sweet, not bitchy.”
“Well, I’ve never been normal, have I?” She realizes the mistake she made by not denying the being in love statement but Spencer has opened the door and is motioning her to join him outside. She stands up from the table and Marcella chuckles behind her.
“Just so you know, I can come out there at anytime so hands where I can see them!”
“Yes, Mrs. Cleaver,” Celia tosses over her shoulder before going outside.
***
“So, how’s it going?” Garcia asks.
Spencer can hear the salacious grin of Garcia’s over the phone. “Celia was shot in the arm and now we’re hiding in a bayou with a voodoo priestess. How’s it going for you?”
“God, that sounds amazing. Minus the gunshot wound, of course. And speaking of gunshot wounds, I was calling you because JJ didn’t want you to be alarmed if you saw the news. We put out a fake story that Celia died in the shooting at the restaurant. Hotch is hoping it’s going to bring her brother out of the woodwork if he thinks she died on the way to the hospital.”
“Smart. Any word from him yet?”
“Hotch or the brother?”
“Either.”
“Hotch, yes, brother, no. Hotch has me looking into the school that is connected to St. Pius X church.”
Spencer looks over his shoulder to see Celia and Marcella in the kitchen. “What are you finding out?”
“So it’s a private school that is open to any family that is currently an active member in a New Orleans Catholic Church. Honestly, we’re grasping at straws here but I started running student absentee reports on the days of and the day after the priest shootings. There was one student, Beau Romero, a ninth grader. For the day of the murder, he was signed out early by his grandmother, and was called in sick the next day by a priest who was a friend of the family.”
“Simon Landry.”
“Bingo, boy genius. But when Rossi and Hotch asked his mom about why her son was signed out by grammama, ready for this, she told them that both of Beau’s grandmothers are dead. She has no idea who would do that and is now quite angry at the school for letting her son go off with someone who is not her. Can’t say I blame her.”
“So it’s not Simon that’s been killing the priests but Beau Romero?”
“Actually,” Garcia pauses and takes a breath. “We’re wondering if Simon is grooming Beau Romero. Just like…”
“Their mother groomed Celia,” Spencer finishes. “Hang on, let me get Celia.”
“Sweetness, she’s not going to want to talk about this.”
He pauses at the door but Celia has already noticed him there so he goes ahead and waves at her to join him. “She wants to help so let’s see if she can.”
“Okay. You know her best.”
Spencer prays that Garcia keeps the innuendos to herself when he puts her on speaker phone. “Celia’s here now, Garcia.”
“Greetings, Creole Queen. Heard you had a rough day. You doing okay?”
Celia smiles slightly. “Tis a mere flesh wound.”
“Ah!” Garcia laughs. “Quote the Monty Python, dear girl. I knew we were going to be fast friends. Okay, now for the tough questions. Did your brother ever mention a Beau Romero or Romero family to you at all?”
Celia frowns. “No, that name doesn’t ring any bells. Is that who is working with him, do you think?”
“Um, kind of.”
Spencer speaks up. “Beau is a ninth grader at the St. Pius school so he wouldn’t have been cleared to drive a motorboat so even if he was the shooter, he would have had to have someone else driving. But what mystery woman is signing Beau out early? If she’s old enough to pass as his grandmother, then she could have been on the boat.”
Celia rubs her face. “Is there a description of the woman?”
“Hotch and Rossi are heading over to the school right now. And...oh boy,” Garcia goes oddly silent.
“What is it?” Spencer prompts.
“Hotch just texted. Beau Romero was signed out one hour ago. They’re getting a description of the woman right now. Hang on, putting you on hold for a sec.”
Spencer lowers the phone. “That means that the next murder is going to happen sometime tonight or tomorrow morning if the pattern holds.”
“Any chance of knowing which church they’re going to?”
“Not that I know of. Other than they seem to be targeting priests at churches named after female saints.” Spencer swallows. “Do you think this woman could be your mother?”
Celia laughs shortly. “I’m almost certain it is. It would explain why out of everyone at the table, I was the one that got shot.”
He knows firsthand what it feels like to struggle with hurtful words and actions from your mother but at least his was ill. No matter how far she went into her paranoid episodes, his mother never physically hurt him, certainly not with a weapon. That fear never crossed his mind. It doesn’t mean that the absolute direness of her illness didn’t cause pain and wounds that were deep enough to still hurt years after. He glances down at Celia and realizes just how small and scared she looks. The words leave his mouth before his mind even registers they left. “I’m sorry.”
She looks at him with confusion. “For what?”
“Sorry my lovelies, I’m back.”
Garcia’s voice startles him so much that Spencer almost drops the phone. “Uh, yeah. We’re, we’re here.”
“Didn’t interrupt anything now, did I?”
Spencer grit his teeth. “What did you find out, Garcia?”
“So the woman who signed out our freshman is about five six, caucassian, dark hair, and wore sunglasses the whole time she was in the office.” Garcia pauses. “Sound familiar?”
Celia sighs. “Yeah, unfortunately. Do you need any information about her or do you have it already?”
Garcia is already typing on her computers. “Um, Serafina Charlotte Landry, age 54, currently residing in the Garden District of New Orleans?”
“If she stayed in her second husband’s home, then yes, that’s her,” Celia confirms.
“Sending all this to Hotch right now.”
“Okay,” Spencer adds, “tell him to let me know what I’m supposed to do.”
“As of right now,” Garcia answers, “you’re to sit tight and make sure no one takes any more shots at our dear Celia. Someone wants her out of the picture for a reason.”
“Okay, thanks, Garcia.”
“Be safe, my dears.”
Spencer hangs up the phone and slips it back into his pocket. He starts to figure out how to answer her question of why he felt the need to apologize when he notices Celia quickly turns away from him, hastily wiping her eyes. “Are you okay?”
“Fine,” she answers without turning around, but her voice warbles.
He watches her walk over to the small bench outside of the house and sit down. Marcella comes out, wrapping a wool shawl over her shoulders and she drapes one over Celia.
“I’m going home but call me if ya’ll need anything.”
“Wait,” Spencer says, “you don’t live here?”
Marcella laughs loudly. “Oh, dear, he is cute!” When she passes by him, she squeezes his arm affectionately. “Good night, FBI.”
Confused, he watches her leave and then repeats, “So she doesn’t live here?”
“No,” Celia says, her voice still heavy with tears that she’s managed to stop from falling. “This is where she works. That’s why it’s considered safe. No one wants to admit they’ve gone to see a voodoo priestess in the bayou so everyone denies that this shack exists. Marcella lives at the St. Lawrence plantation, it’s her family home that’s been passed down through the generations since the 1800’s. It’s only two miles up the road. She had a cell tower built on the property and a booster in the shack so she can receive work calls out here. That’s why...Garcia sounded so clear.”
Spencer frowns. “Did...did Garcia upset you somehow?”
“No, not at all.” Celia tugs at the shawl. “Quite the opposite, actually. I’m...I’m not used to people being all that concerned about me. And, she just seems to care so much.”
“She does.” Spencer smiles. “She cares a lot. That’s kind of her thing.”
“She does it very well.”
Spencer smiles as he sits down next to her on the bench. Twilight is starting to fade into the inky blackness of night. Flashes of fireflies blink intermittently between the dark shadows of the trees. He gets lost in watching the lazy drifting of the lights as they increase in number as the darkness creeps over the area. The burst of lights quiets his mind for the first time in a long time. “My mother has paranoid schizophrenia.”
Celia takes in a surprised breath. “What?”
His hands twitch in nervousness. He’s not used to sharing this part of his life with someone he doesn't know that well. But it doesn’t feel like they’re strangers. It didn’t feel that way ten years ago in the bar and it certainly doesn’t feel that way right now, sitting six inches from each other on a handmade bench in a bayou. “She was diagnosed before I was even born. My father left when I was ten and it was up to me to take care of the both of us. I, uh, had to...have her committed when I was eighteen.”
Celia reaches over and lays her hand over his constantly moving ones. “That must have been awful to go through. And you had to do it all alone too. God, that’s terrible, Spencer.”
He stares down at their hands and he realizes she does have musicians' hands: long, strong fingers, steady and purposeful. He turns his hand over so they’re palm to palm and slides his fingers between her own. “But I never had to worry about my mother physically hurting me. Even in her darkest, most paranoid moments, she never lost her maternal instinct.”
Celia nods thoughtfully, her fingers flexing slightly against his. “That’s why you said you were sorry. But my mother never had that instinct so I never knew what it was like to feel protected, or watched over until I was older. I guess that’s why Garcia’s kindness feels so...overwhelming. At least Gideon was more subtle.”
Spencer chuckles. “Subtle was his speciality.”
“Did he ever tell you about my car accident?”
“No. He never talked about you. Not to me.”
“He must have told Rossi then.”
“You know Rossi?”
Celia’s hand shifts uncomfortably and Spencer realizes the question came out more aggressively than he intended. But she doesn’t release her grip and answers anyway. “I only met him once. Gideon wanted me to meet him because there was talk of a book and Rossi had just published his first book. Nothing came of it though.”
He would have to ask Rossi if anything did, in fact, come of that book. It also explains why she and Rossi were so relaxed with each other on the plane. But he doesn’t want this particular moment to end. There’s something about it, the flow of words, the connection through touch, that offers a peace he doesn’t experience too often, especially during a case. “So what happened with the car accident?”
Celia sighs. “I was working as a bartender in Baltimore. I closed up and was heading home when someone ran a red light at 70 miles per hour and broadsided me. I woke up in the hospital having no idea what had happened. But Gideon was sitting there.”
***
Something was digging into her hand. Celia blindly pawed at the back of her hand to make it stop but someone grabbed her wrist to stop her.
“Hey, leave that alone.”
She huffed in annoyance but managed to open her eyes. Gideon was standing over her, his hand closed around her wrist. “What’s---”
“You were in a car accident,” he told her, putting her arm back down on the bed. “You’ve been out for three days.”
“My job-”
“Already called in. They sent flowers.”
“My parole officer?”
He gave her a confused look. “You haven’t had one for two years.”
She swallows what little moisture is in her mouth. “Sorry. Habit.”
He gives her a rare smile. “That’s alright.”
“Wasn’t drinking.”
“No, BAC was zero on you. Not the guy who hit you though.”
“He alright?”
A serious look came across his face as he poured a cup of water for her. “Not a scratch on him.”
The water chased away the cotton feel to her mouth. “That’s good. So what’s my outlook?”
“You’ll probably be released in 24 hours. I’ll stick around until a case comes up but I have plenty of friends in Baltimore who are willing to offer a helping hand. Besides,” he gives her a side eye, “that bouncer at the bar seemed pretty worried about you.”
Celia tried to roll her eyes but soon realized one of them was swollen shut. “Agent Gideon?”
“What?”
“The bouncer, Demitri? He’s gay and married to a florist.”
Gideon nods. “That explains the high end flower arrangement sent from a dive bar.”
“How did you know I was here?”
“You still carry my business card in your wallet. The police found it after the crash and called me.”
“Thank you for coming. You didn’t have to.”
“I know.” He squeezes her hand gently. “I didn’t want you to wake up alone.”
She wanted to say more but the nurse came in and announced that visiting hours were over for the evening. Gideon gave her hand one last squeeze. “I’ll see you in the morning.”
***
“Did he come back the next morning?” Spencer asks.
“He did. And he brought me back to my one bedroom apartment in a questionable neighborhood and slept on my couch for three nights until I was able to manage to get around by myself.” Celia laughs. “I can’t believe he never told you any of this.”
“Why not? He never shared anything personal about himself.”
“True, but,” she pauses briefly, “he did talk about you. A lot. He thought very highly of you.” She squeezes his hand. “He cared about you.”
“He obviously cared about you as well. He wouldn’t have dropped everything to go to Baltimore if he didn’t.”
Celia’s fingers twitch as she becomes lost in thought. “I wonder what he saw in us that made him take an interest.”
That peaceful feeling settles over them again and Spencer becomes very aware of how close they are sitting next to each other, hips and shoulders touching, and of course their hands still intertwined. He wonders briefly if he should speak about Maeve since it seems to be the evening of sharing past events that many people were not privy to knowing. Just as he’s about to say something, his phone rings causing both of them to startle apart from each other. It takes him a moment to get the shaking of his hands under enough control to answer the phone.
“Yeah, Garcia?”
“Sorry to interrupt...whatever you’re happening to be doing in a bayou, but we think we have the church narrowed down to two so Hotch needs all hands on deck.”
“Okay, we’ll head back-”
“Just you, sweetness. He was very specific that Celia should stay put at the safe house. He’s having a local officer come out to watch over her.”
“Alright, I’ll wait for them and then go back to New Orleans.”
“Great. I’ll send you the address of the two churches.”
He hangs up and turns to see the stricken and fearful face of Celia. “What’s wrong?”
“Please don’t leave me here.”
“You heard Garcia, you won’t be alone.” He tries to give her a reassuring smile. “You’ll be safe here.”
She shakes her head emphatically. “No, you don’t understand. The police here hate me. This was where they moved my trial, from Eunice to here. Supposedly it was to find an untainted jury but then the whole town turned out in support of the prosecution.”
Spencer goes back inside to pick up his bag and Celia follows on his heels. “I have direct orders from my supervisor to not bring you back to New Orleans. Hotch wouldn’t say that unless he knew you were safer here.”
She reaches for his arm but stops herself. She’s physically trembling at the moment. “Please, don’t leave me here. Trust me. I won’t be here tomorrow morning if you do.”
There’s a sharp rap against the screen door before it opens and one of the local deputies steps through. He’s over six foot tall and fills the space with an odd energy. He takes one look at Celia and grins.
“Well, Harper Landry. As I live and breathe. Never thought I’d see you back in these parts again.”
“Deputy. I, um,” she stuffs her shaking hands into her pockets to hide their shaking, “I go by Celia Davis now.”
“What was that, Harper?” He grins maliciously. “Couldn’t quite hear ya, girl?”
Spencer looks over at Celia and all he sees is terror in her eyes. He tries not to blink in case he opens his eyes and it’s Maeve’s face staring back at him. No, he couldn’t do this again. He wouldn’t stand off to the side and watch someone else get hurt because he didn’t read a situation correctly. He reaches out and slides his arm around her waist. “I’m sorry but Ms. Davis will be coming with me. My supervisor just called and changed his mind.”
The deputy gives the two of them a suspicious look. “That so?”
Spencer nods and gently pushes Celia towards the door. “Yes. I’m sorry we couldn’t get in touch with you before you made it all the way out here.” He turns to Celia and whispers to her, “Just keep walking.”
They’re halfway down the boardwalk to the car when the screen door slams shut and Celia jumps. The deputy's voice carries down to them.
“If she puts a bullet in your head, that’s on you, Fed!”
Spencer keeps a firm grip on her waist until they reach the car. He opens the passenger side door and helps her into the SUV. Tears are running down her face, silver tracks in the moonlight. He takes her elbow on her uninjured arm and squeezes gently to get her attention.
“Listen to me,” he tells her quietly, “Agent Gideon was one of the best profilers in the history of the FBI. He saw you for what you are, not what you did. And certainly not what this podunk cop thinks of you. Gideon trusted you, cared for you.” He takes a breath. “And so do I.”
She takes a shaky breath. “You mean that?”
He reaches up and buckles her seatbelt for her. “I am, in fact, a terrible liar.”
She emits a quick laugh and covers her mouth. “Thank you. That means...”
“I know.”
He shuts the door and sends a quick text to Garcia to research the deputy’s record for him before he climbs behind the wheel of the car and starts the drive back to New Orleans.
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Gotcha || knj
pairing: kim namjoon x reader
genre: fluff, slight angst, coffee shop/ bakery!au, e2l, neighbors!au, non-idol!au
warnings: none really, slow burn, enemies to lovers, mentions of death/ fire, mentions of panic attacks, hints towards sexual themes, pranks played against one another constantly, b a n t e r
words: 20.3K (it’s a monster, i’m so sorry)
summary: rival shops aren’t the worst things in life, but maybe their owners are. after a less than ideal first meeting, y/n swears kim namjoon off as their mortal enemy. this is tolerable, bearable even. nobody said they had to step foot in each other's shops, but what happens when the vacant apartment in their building gets filled with a noisy neighbor with constant….guests. and what happens when said neighbor is revealed to be none other than kim namjoon? prank wars and lots of meddling from best friends.
A/N: this story was originally posted on my instagram @/constellationkookie and my wattpad @/hoodftarreaga. this was also originally written for Calum Hood but I’m bts trash now and have no regrets:) -toro
I’ve never had a constant variable in my life. Moving around as a kid and changing schools happens to have that effect on a person. You learn not to expect too much from a friendship that you try to make work over texts and slowly dwindling phone calls and you begin to search for things in life that can become constants in some way or another. My form of constant was as simple as flour, sugar, eggs, and butter. The basic, core ingredients to any baked good. No matter where I moved or who I did or didn’t talk to, I had baking. All I needed was flour, sugar, eggs, and butter and I was whisked away to the safety of my kitchen where I didn’t have to deal with the chaos surrounding me in the outside world.
I didn’t need a boyfriend, best friend, or school club like everyone else. I didn’t need anything that would ground me into my surroundings since it would only make leaving that much harder. However, sometimes certain people try their hardest to latch onto you and gain your trust. They make you feel comfortable and allow you to open up and be vulnerable around them. I was twenty years old and living in Seoul with this certain person who just so happened to be my first and only best friend, Mal. She stood by my side through thick and thin and supported me to follow my dreams and do what I never thought was possible: open up my own bakery. It was hard at first and very stressful, but the end result was well worth the sleepless nights and crying fits.
Sunrise Bakery was my pride and joy and very successful. The name was Mal’s idea as she saw ‘the sun was rising on the start of my new life’. Seven months in, everything was going great, but then slowly my regulars began to not be so regular. ‘Friends’ turned into strangers and it seemed like everyone in the city forgot. I tried just about everything in the books from sales to new recipes but nothing kept them back for long. It wasn’t until I heard about a new coffee shop in town that I started to get worried. The Hideout Cafe was new in town and conveniently just down the street from my bakery.
“Are you still plotting,'' Mal called from behind me. I turned my attention to her and furrowed my brow. “I’m not plotting anything,” I stated defensively and started rolling out the previously abandoned dough on the counter.
Mal snorts and rolls her eyes playfully before taking a sip out of her coffee cup, I hadn’t noticed it before. “Sure because staring out your window to try and see what's going on in there isn’t creepy at all.” I ignore her comment and look at the sleeve on her coffee cup before realizing which logo was on it.
“You went there? And actually ordered something?” I say incredulously. Her eyes widen slightly before sighing and slumping her shoulders.
“I’m sorry but their latte is amazing! I seriously don’t know how they do it like it’s insane. I know you have some personal vendetta against them but just check it out one time and you’ll see how stupid it is. Customers aren’t going to stop coming permanently to a bakery because of a coffee shop.” I tried to ignore her and go to the back of the shop but she gently grabbed my wrist and stopped me in my tracks.
“Come on, Y/N, you’ve been working since you opened and it’s time for a break. Please? For me?” I huffed before finally looking over at her and giving in. She silently cheered as I untied my apron and turned the open sign before locking up. We headed down the street and stopped in front of the shiny, new Hideout Cafe. Walking inside felt wrong but also relieving as the shop took over my senses. The warm air inside tickled my face, cold from the winter breeze outside. The clatter of cutlery accompanying the scent of coffee beans and light chatter of patrons soothed my senses in an instant.
I followed Mal to the register and looked up at the seemingly endless menu posted on the wall. It was written in varying colors of chalk along with the seamless flow of script font that spelled out “Today’s Specials”. Mal pushed me forward and my eyes met the face of a boy around my age. He looked slightly amused and had a brow ever so lightly quirked up as he looked at my most likely flustered state. I opened my mouth but no sounds came out.
“First time?” The barista let out in his low voice. I shakily nodded my head before averting my gaze elsewhere. “Can I have a name for the order?” The barista started tapping on the screen in front of him. “Uh, Y/N. Just checking out the competition” I suddenly spoke, effectively shocking myself and him. He furrowed his brow before smiling almost smugly. I thought I saw a hint of a dimple but my attention was drawn elsewhere as he spoke again.
“Oh, you must work at that dumb little bakery down the road. What is it? Moonlight or something?” I scoffed at his words and felt anger rush through my veins. “I happen to own that very successful bakery. And it’s Sunrise.” I spoke confidently.
“It’s irrelevant. It’ll probably be shut down in three months max at the rate of our shop. But hey it’s nice of you to add to the steady demise of your own bakery by buying something from us. What would you like? Pumpkin spice latte?” He spoke with such ease it infuriated me to no end.
I turned away from the register to find Mal and leave as soon as possible. I knew coming here was a horrible idea and the sooner I left the better. I found Mal standing by the area to pick up drinks ‘talking’ to another male barista. I walked up next to her and waited for her to look at me but it seemed the only things on her mind were the warm eyes and cocky smirk adorned by plush lips on the other side of the counter. I cleared my throat and stepped closer to her and gained her attention only to lose it two seconds later as she turned back to the boy and introduced me to him.
“This is Y/N, it’s her first time here.” She spoke sweetly and I tried not to gag but the instinct was harder to resist as the barista from before walked up with a drink in hand with a smirk on his face. “Pumpkin spice latte for Y/N. Don’t worry, it’s on the house.” He winked at me before walking away and I scowled at his retreating figure. The barista with warm eyes laughed lightly before speaking, “Well it seems you made friends with our owner, Namjoon.”
Namjoon. Namjoon...blank. I don’t know much about him but I know the important things. He’s the owner of the Hideout Cafe. The self-righteous asshole who took it upon himself to spite me by not only making a basic drink that I will never admit to drinking half of, but also by misspelling my name. As soon as I noticed the lazy scrawl on the side of the cup with a lopsided smiley face next to it, I texted the photographic evidence to Mal and promptly trashed the drink.
I felt a heavy weight on my chest for the rest of the day and couldn’t seem to keep the scowl off my face as I suspiciously looked down the street. I tried to ignore the cocky smirk and the harsh words from earlier by rolling out dough and frosting cupcakes but something about the situation just didn’t sit right with me. Before I could overanalyze or create more conspiracy theories to add to my growing list (42 currently reside on this list and they all seem somewhat plausible) closing time for the bakery came and I started to clean up before walking home.
My eyes felt droopy as I leaned against the elevator wall. The steady motion was quickly luring me to sleep but I forced my head to face forward as the doors opened and my bed became that much closer. I fumbled with my keys a bit before dropping them on the floor in front of my apartment. I grumbled out a curse before successfully entering and falling into bed after changing my flour ridden clothes. I fell asleep almost instantly and waited to be awoken by the sun through my blinds.
Except that’s not what happened. I awoke at 3:04 am to a loud blaring and lights flashing in my room. I groggily sat up before realizing what was happening. The fire alarm. My eyes widened and I jumped from my bed, grabbing my phone and the first pair of shoes I saw before bolting to my front door. I turned to my left to run to the stairway when I collided with a firm blur and stumbled backward. My vision was still slightly spinning before I heard the voice start to apologize.
“Ah, shit. Sorry I didn’t see where I was going. I just moved in here and don’t know where to go.” That voice. The voice I had on repeat all afternoon after I left his shop. The voice of Namjoon. Namjoon Last-name.
I opened my eyes and saw him sleepily staring back at me before his ever-present smirk took over his face again. I groaned and threw my head back, begging the universe to tell me this was a joke but the semi hoarse laughter in front of me proved otherwise.
“Nice slippers, Moonlight” I looked down and saw my fuzzy mermaid slippers on my feet. I let out a huff as I looked at him again before seeing it. His body was completely bare except for the black boxers and single sock on his right foot. My throat dried up and my eyes widened at the sight. I shook my head as the current situation sunk back in. Fire alarm, fire, danger, get to the stairs, get to safety. I ran past him to the stairway and didn’t look back. I couldn’t get stuck up there, I can’t. Visions of thick, black smoke and watery eyes flashed in my mind and my breathing picked up speed. Don’t think, just run.
I found my way to the ground floor and was greeted by a hoard of grumpy, tired people in pajamas crowding the entrance. I tried to squeeze my way through to the exit but as soon as I reached it a hand grabbed my wrist and I yelped before trying to pull my hand free. The hand let go almost instantly and I fearfully looked up only to see Namjoon again looking at me confused. I turned my head away from him and held my wrist close to my chest.
“Woah, no need to freak out. It was a false alarm but I saw you running for the exit and wanted to stop you.” I dropped my arms and looked at him before seeing the hint of concern lacing his features. I chose to ignore it and said what I had first thought when I saw him in my hallway.
“Why are you here and why are you naked?” The monotone delivery caught him off guard as his eyebrows raised and he chuckled at me. Those damn dimples proudly being displayed. “You must not have heard me earlier. I just moved in and it’s three in the morning so I was sleeping. This is how I sleep, well except for the boxers anyways.” He smirked again and I tried my hardest to not slap it off his face. I chose to roll my eyes instead and questioned him further.
“What apartment are you?” He had a devious glint in his eyes and I knew what he was thinking. “I’m not asking for that. You were in my hall so I want to know which door to avoid.” He squinted his eyes at me but the boyish grin on his face stayed. He looked me up and down and I crossed my arms over my chest, blushing at the intensity of his gaze. “5B.” He finally stated and I groaned in defeat at his answer. Of course, he lived there. 5B had been vacant for as long as I had lived in this building and I always hoped it would stay that way. “Well what about you,” he started,”which apartment is yours?” I brushed past him and walked to the elevator. The lobby had significantly cleared out since I got there and I decided I would rather sleep than talk to Namjoon Insert-Name-Here.
The doors opened and I pressed the button for the fifth floor as Namjoon walked on and stared at me. I ignored him and his piercing gaze the entire ride up but he seemed to think this through as he motioned for me to exit first when we reached our floor. “Ladies first,” he said smugly and I grumbled to myself as I walked to my apartment. The number and letter on my door seemed to be mocking me as I stopped in front of them. I heard Namjoon trying to hold back his laughter to my right as he spoke. “Oh, Moonlight, this is gonna be fun.” He opened his door and walked in, leaving me to sulk in the hallway by myself. I banged my head against the door of 5C and felt the urge to scream. Namjoon...whatever his last name was, is going to be the death of me.
I didn’t sleep much after the fire alarms blaring that night. My thoughts were racing much too fast to grant me any type of peace. In fact, I hardly slept at all the few days after that night due to Namjoon constantly having friends over and yelling or blaring music at alarming volumes all night long. I walked groggily down the street to my bakery and fumbled for the keys in my bag. I let out a stream of curses under my breath as they fell to the ground, a seemingly new trait I had developed due to no sleep, and sighed as I leaned to pick them up. I could already tell this day would not be fun.
Customers filed through the shop door and the smell of sugar filled my senses until Mal walked in for her shift clutching two coffee cups. I narrowed my eyes at her cheery smile and the two cups in her hands. “You seriously stopped by that shop again? And you bought me a drink?” I questioned incredulously. Mal playfully rolled her eyes as she walked behind the counter without a care in the world.
“I just so happened to walk in to talk to Jimin and get my regular when a certain someone handed me another on the house.” Mal wiggled her eyebrows as she slid one of the cups towards me. I furrowed my brow, “Jimin? I’ve never heard you talk about them before. And if you’re trying to be subtle and make me guess how you managed to flirt with one guy while charming another so much that he bought you a free drink, it’s not working.” Mal chuckled lightly before shaking her head and explaining.
“You do know Jimin, you two met that day we went to check out the Hideout. He asked me out when I stopped by today and after I agreed your neighbor stopped by to ask me to give you this. Have anything to share, Y/N?” She tapped the lid of the cup and based on the tone she used and the faux innocence in her wide eyes, I knew she was trying to not scream at me for not instantly telling her Namjoon was my neighbor. Or she was trying not to laugh. Laughing seemed to be all the universe was doing to me recently.
I closed my eyes and breathed in deeply “Unfortunately yes. I found out last week that we live next door to each other.” I could only grumble the words that left a bitter taste in my mouth. Namjoon always seemed to have that effect on me. The fact that he even had an effect on me made it worse. I opened my eyes to see Mal smirking at me while she continuously shifted her gaze to the cup that seemingly shifted closer to my hand resting on the counter.
I picked up the cup slowly, scared it would explode or an animal would come out and attack me at any sudden movement. I saw the messy handwriting on the side that was slowly becoming familiar and felt my blood boil at what it read. My name wasn’t too complicated but once again he had seemed to misspell it so bad that it almost had to be done on purpose. Mal was struggling to hold back her giggles and I glared at her. “You can’t seriously be that mad at him, it’s funny!” She spoke defensively. I threw my head back in defeat and groaned before starting to walk towards the kitchen.
“But I can be because he’s a self righteous jerk who only cares about himself and doesn’t even try to be a decent human being and spell a name right. I swear, every single thing he does makes me want to scream.” I finally vented as Mal followed me. “I bet he wants to make you scream,” Mal states smugly, making me glare at her over my shoulder before she changed the subject, “So what are you gonna do about it?” She questioned me and I turned to face her with confusion etched across my face. “You keep complaining about the guy and you just let him keep getting to you. You need to annoy him back or at least let him know you’re not going down without a fight. And I’m only saying this since apparently hate sex is off the table.”
I thought for a minute and it didn’t seem like a bad idea. Better than the latter one at least. “I don’t even know what I would do. I can hardly face him without wanting to run away and yell into my pillow.” I was whining and I knew it but in my defense it was true. If I had to look at Namjoon whatever his last name was smirking at me with those dimples one more time I was going to lose it. Mal’s eyes slightly widened and her grin started to grow as I felt fear rise in me. She had an idea and it would most likely end up with injury or prison.
“You live next door to the guy. And his shop is down the road. There’s nothing wrong with a little prank to tell him to back off.” I crossed my arms and opened my mouth to protest only to close it as her words really hit me. It really wasn’t the worst idea ever. I would have to think everything through and leave no room for mistake but he had to know it was me. I had to give him the sign to back off but I couldn’t anger him too much. Luckily though Mal was already listing ideas before I could think of any on my own.
I cut her off after hearing the words ‘peanut butter’, ‘toilet paper’ and ‘hedge clipper’ by putting my hand out and laughing. “Let’s start off tame first. I can barely think straight after getting no slee-'' I suddenly stopped speaking and smiled largely. I knew what I wanted to do but I had to make sure it was perfect.
I checked the clock on the microwave one more time as I started to get nervous. It was 4:03AM and Namjoon’s front door had closed roughly thirty minutes ago. I hadn’t heard any noise from his apartment aside from the shower and shuffling around. Suddenly I had found benefits to paper thin walls. Everything was perfect and now it was time to set my plan into motion. I loudly swung open my cabinets and turned on my bluetooth speaker as music started to fill the spaces around me. I dropped some metal pans on the floor and slammed a cookie sheet onto my counter for good measure before grabbing my ingredients. I would’ve worried about other neighbors complaining but I thankfully had an apartment on the corner of the hall. Only Namjoon would be able to hear the noise I made.
I worked loudly and sang along to the music coming from my speakers. Soon enough the electric mixer was loudly whirring and the oven was beeping to alert me of the temperature being reached. I had just aggressively closed the oven door when I heard a harsh banging at my door. I smiled and ignored it. I had riskily left the front door unlocked and just as I had assumed, Namjoon Last Name raced into my apartment after knocking and being ignored once again.
He walked to my kitchen and found my speaker, quickly turning it off. I didn’t even glance up at him once as he breathed heavily through his nose and stared at me. “Do you have any idea what fucking time it is?” He spoke angrily and I tried not to laugh. “Yep” I replied coolly. “What are you do- are you baking a cake? It’s 4am. Why are you baking a cake? And what’s with the party decorations?” He spoke confusedly as he looked around at the streamers and balloons decorating my apartment. “I’m celebrating the death of my sleep schedule and sanity. Want a cookie?”
I finally looked at him and kept a straight face as his jaw hung open and his eyes narrowed. “A cookie? No I don’t want a fucking cookie. What the fuck is wrong with you?” He threw his hands up and looked at me like I was crazy. I think I probably was after almost a week of no sleep, but I kept up the act. “You sound tense. The cupcakes should be done soon, maybe they’ll help you loosen up.” Namjoon huffed and talked to me like I was a child. “I’m pissed. You can’t just fucking make all the noise in the world at 4AM and expect everyone to sleep through it and be okay with it-”
I pointed my rubber spatula at him and glared, effectively cutting him off. “Why not? It’s all you seem to do every night when you have friends over and scream at a television for four hours straight.” I stuck a finger into the frosting I was in the process of creating and put it in my mouth to suck the frosting off. “Needs more vanilla” I mumbled to myself. I still had some left on my finger and stuck out my tongue to effectively lick the rest of it off and went back to mixing. Namjoon was silent. After a minute of ignoring him I looked up, almost expecting him to be gone but there he was. His jaw was tense and his eyes slightly wide while his eyebrows almost raised to the top of his head.
He looked away as I met his eye and grunted out a “Just keep it down okay?” Before bolting out the door and leaving me confused in my kitchen. I put some plastic wrap over my frosting and put the cupcakes onto a cooling rack before retiring to my bed for a few hours of sleep. Namjoon was on my mind though. He seemed to leave pretty quickly and I wondered if I had gone too far. Did I get him too angry? Did I cross a line with what I said? I pushed away those thoughts since I was only doing and saying what he had to me. It couldn’t be that bad.
Could it?
I slept surprisingly well after Namjoon left. My alarm greeted me only a few, short hours later, however, I felt like I had slept for years. I took a quick shower and started to get ready for the day when I heard movement through the thin walls of my bedroom. Namjoon was awake. Namjoon. My eyes widened at the thought of him and his probable reaction to my little prank last night. My heart beat started to accelerate ever so slightly as I hurriedly finished getting ready.
I slowly opened my bedroom door and peeked my head out slowly. I turned to thoroughly inspect every hidden corner for anything Namjoon could have planted while I was sleeping but found nothing. Nevertheless I was still paranoid. I walked to my kitchen quickly and grabbed a granola bar before slipping on my shoes and heading to the door. I was ready to get to my shop and away from the close proximity of him.
I felt my phone vibrate rapidly in my pocket and groaned as I barely had enough energy and concentration to focus on getting my shoes on the right feet. I saw Mal’s name on the screen and answered quickly. I couldn’t even get a word in as she instantly greeted me with a warm “Where the hell are you?!” and I winced as I pulled the phone away from my poor ear.
“I’m leaving the apartment? Same time as usual.” I stated tiredly. Mal wasted no time as she once again responded too loudly for this hour. “You forgot what day it is, didn’t you?” I froze at her words and pulled my phone away to see the date on the screen. A bold ‘February 4th’ stared back at me and my eyes widened once again that morning. Shit.
Ever since we became friends, Mal and I had created a tradition. On the same day every year we would meet up and spend the day together doing whatever we needed at the time. Some years we went shopping for dates we had or prom dresses, others we stayed at home doing face masks and watching Queer Eye and some harder years we ate ice cream and vented about how much life sucked and how glad we were to have each other. The most important year though was when we moved out to Seoul together after graduating college and saving up money for plane tickets and moving expenses. This day was our day and it always had been, it was more important than some official holidays to us and it was today. February 4th.
“I love you?” I tried pathetically and Mal laughed at my response, already knowing I had forgotten. Thankfully she wasn’t angry with me as she playfully replied, “You move out of our place for three months and suddenly you forget the most important day of the year.” I laughed but couldn’t help the guilt I felt weighing me down. Mal was my best friend, my rock and I wouldn’t be doing half of the things I had accomplished without her by my side.
Seemingly reading my mind Mal spoke softly, “Don’t feel bad Y/N/N, I’ve easily forgotten at least four times in the past. I’m coming by yours in a bit and we can decide what the plan is from there.” I smiled even though she couldn’t see it and we said our goodbyes before hanging up. I walked to the front door to be ready to meet her in the lobby as she wasn’t too far from me. I went to lock my door but decided against it as we probably would just end up there for the day and walked to the elevator.
“Junk food and netflix?” Mal spoke as I opened her car door and got in. I eagerly agreed and we headed to our first stop: the closest convenience store. It easily was the most cost effective option and yet another monument of our friendship. Whenever we were bored or wanted to hang out we always ended up at the closest convenience store and always bought too many things (mainly snacks) we didn’t need. It was always worth it.
After spending too much time and money we headed back to Mal’s apartment and got ready to spend the day together. We pulled up ‘After’ on Netflix because we knew how bad it would be and wanted to laugh at ourselves and each other for reading the original Harry Styles fanfic the movie was based on. After pausing the movie a million times to laugh and talk about what chapter this would be, Mal turned to me and spoke genuinely, “How are you today?” I sighed and looked her in the eye. I smiled as big as I could and told her the truth. “Could be better. It’s always going to be hard though and my neighbor really isn’t helping things.”
February 4th wasn’t a randomly chosen date. It was a date chosen to help me be prepared for another significant date just around the corner. Mal smiled and nodded in understanding before speaking again, “What would be best for us to do the rest of today?” This is why I loved Mal. She knew the real reason why this day was created and she still never tried to do what she thought I needed to have fun or be okay with it or even ignore it. She always wanted to make sure I was doing what I needed for myself.
I smiled again, larger this time and told her gratefully, “Honestly watching ‘This Is Us’ and crying over One Direction sounds great right now.” We laughed before we pulled the movie and cuddled up together under the blankets. I was so lucky.
I got back to my apartment around 9pm that night with a smile on my face. Today was great and I knew it would help me be prepared for the next important day. I went to unlock my door but it was already unlocked. I froze as I remembered not locking it this morning in case we ended up here and felt my heart drop as I heard the TV on inside. I knew I didn’t leave it on this morning as I hardly used it in general and I braced myself as I slowly opened the door, ready to face whatever burglar or serial killer was inside. Only it was worse.
Namjoon was relaxed and sprawled out on my couch with his feet on the coffee table in front of him. He had a mug with tea in it next to his feet and I gaped at him. He turned to me as he heard the door open and smiled smugly at my expression. “Oh, hey you’re back.” He turned back to the TV and I was too shocked to move from my place in the doorway. He spoke casually like he had every right to be in there. “You know, you should probably stop leaving your door unlocked. You never know what creep or weirdo could walk in.” He took a sip of his tea and raised his brows at me.
I started to mutter out a response but he stood from the couch and cut me off from my stuttering. “I just want to apologize for keeping you up last week. It’s not cool and I learned my lesson completely. It won’t happen again.” He spoke sincerely and it was honestly scary to hear him talk without sounding sarcastic or cruel. I narrowed my eyes at him and spoke in disbelief, “Really? So...we’re cool?” Namjoon laughed genuinely with his award winning dimples in view as I arched my brow in confusion. He patted my shoulder as he replied. “Yeah, we’re cool.”
With that he walked past me and out the door, closing it behind him and calling for me to “Make sure you lock it”. I looked around my apartment for anything that seemed broken or tampered with to ignore the pounding of my heart and the heat that lingered where his hand was. After coming up empty handed I was confused. Surely he would’ve tried to get me back. Maybe I was wrong about him. Maybe I shouldn’t have gone so far like I did and just talked to him. I sighed and groaned as I felt guilt start to swallow me up again that day.
It wasn’t until I moved to get ready for bed that I saw I had no need to feel guilty at all. I was right about him. I should’ve gone further than what I did because he did get me back. He had replaced something of mine I hadn’t thought of before and it was way worse than I could’ve imagined. Sitting innocently on top of my dresser was a little note with his messy scrawl reading ‘Gotcha ;)’ and I panicked. I looked through all my shirts, pants, socks but found nothing until I looked in the last drawer. I gasped as I saw his handiwork and couldn’t believe it. He had replaced my entire underwear collection with brand new, lacy thongs.
To say I was fuming would be an understatement. Not only had he completely invaded my privacy but he had touched and stolen things that were for my eyes only. I had to use every ounce of strength in my body to not feel embarrassed that he had seen my lackluster collection since that was not the issue here. I couldn’t just ask him to give them back and at the moment putting on my dirty pair I discarded after the quick shower I had taken was also not an option. I swallowed my pride and slipped a lacy red thong with floral details up my legs and dove into bed hoping to forget my day and have sleep take over me.
Shockingly, I seemed to once again be the only one who found my situation infuriating. Mal was practically suffering the next morning as she tried to hold in her laughter at my explanation of the night before. My glare did nothing to ease her laughter that had finally bubbled out of her loudly and I brushed past her into the kitchen in my shop. I ignored her wheezing as I pulled out the bowls and ingredients for the day. Today called for a new creation and ultimate focus since all I could think of was the fact that I could feel the soft material of my sundress against just about every part of me.
Tying my apron around my waist, I got to work. I started with cupcakes as I was constantly out of stock of my new flavor “Maliblue”. It was a spring themed cupcake with lemon flavored cake and a blueberry frosting. The hoards of college students on spring break back at home posting pictures at beaches inspired the name and surprisingly it sold well for a small bakery in Korea. As I placed my first batch in the oven I got to thinking on what to do next. I wanted something new and good.
Before I could clearly think out any ideas I started grabbing ingredients and let my body work for me. Mal walked back, seemingly calmed down and ready to let me vent. “Alright I’m sorry but you can not tell me you don't see any humor in this!”
I rolled my eyes and pushed a stubborn strand of hair back behind my ear as I worked on the mystery item in front of me. “Honestly I don’t see any humor in him discovering my granny panty collection.” I murmured under my breath. My eyes widened as I spoke and I hoped she hadn’t heard me, but as her smile widened and she crossed her arms over her chest smugly I knew the damage was done. “So that’s why you’re upset. You’re embarrassed cause the guy you like saw your underwear and now he probably doesn't think you’re sexy. I mean it’s understandable.”
I fought the urge to wipe her smug grin off her face and instead spoke in a tone way too defensive “I do not like him and couldn’t give two shits if he thought I was sexy.” This only made her grin widen even further and my growing blush worsen. I groaned at the sight and went back to mixing the batter in front of me. I apparently was in a cupcake mood as that’s what I decided to make with it.
“What are you making?” Mal questioned as I moved to grab some cream cheese and raspberries from the fridge and I shrugged in response because I truly didn’t know. I had finished the chocolate cake batter and now started on a filling. I heard Mal’s phone buzz and she grabbed it at lightning speed while smiling at her screen. I raised my eyebrows in reaction to her sudden movement and she gave me an apologetic glance before hurriedly typing out a response. It was now my turn to question her and she seemed to realize this as she innocently looked at me before trying to dip her finger in the chocolate batter.
I swatted her hand away and put my hands on my hips while tilting my head at her accusingly. She sighed and started to blush before I even asked the question she knew was on my mind. “So who is he?” I suddenly spoke and Mal flushed even further before smiling and quietly muttering “Jimin” in response. I kind of expected his name even though I constantly teased her for ‘liking the enemy’. Before I could question her further though, the oven dinged and the front door swung open against the bells above it, signalling a new customer. “Literally saved by the bell.” I spoke as I went to the oven.
She darted to the front of the store leaving me confused as she never was excited to greet customers. I shook it off and pulled the cupcakes from the oven, continuing to mix the filling for my new batch as they cooled. After placing the chocolate batter in a greased tin and placing them in the oven, I walked out of the kitchen, wiping my hands on my apron, and froze. Of course it wasn’t just a customer that had come in. It was Jimin and behind him stood an amused looking Namjoon. I rolled my eyes at the sight and overheard Mal and Jimin talking about their plans for the evening. I smiled slightly hearing them so excited and watching them act like love sick puppies.
“Wow you sure know how to greet your customers huh?” Spoke a familiar voice and my smile vanished. I still hadn’t come up with my plan to get him back and I honestly didn’t have the patience to face him while wearing lace. That he had bought.
“I wouldn’t consider you a customer, more like a nuisance.” I spoke boldly and his signature wicked grin appeared. Before he could speak up again Mal put her hand on my shoulder. “I’ve just had a great idea.” She spoke loudly, gaining everyone's attention. “Oh no.” I mumbled at the glint in her eyes. “Why don’t you and Namjoon join me and Jimin tonight? I’m sure staying here all night can’t possibly be better than mini golf and ice cream.” She spoke sweetly but I knew better.
Jimin instantly agreed and I saw a similar look of dread on Namjoon’s face as I turned to face him. It quickly vanished though as he replaced it with a cocky smirk and made eye contact with me as she spoke “That is a great idea. It’s a date.” I almost choked on my spit at his words but before I could retort, he glanced at his watch and got Jimin’s attention as they had to head back to their shop. “See you at closing, Moonlight.” He winked after his words and was out the door. I saw Mal turn to me with eyebrows raised and knew she was going to question the nickname but the oven dinged once again and I sheepishly told her, “Saved by the bell?”
I had finished my new cupcakes and placed them out to be sold when shockingly they sold out. I had to remake them twice throughout the day but had yet to come up with a name for them. Before I could though, it was closing time and Jimin and Namjoon had come back to the shop, ready to go mini golfing. I cursed myself for wearing a short sundress and jean jacket as Seoul decided wind was a great idea tonight. I locked the door to the shop and we headed off. Before we got too far, however, Namjoon pulled me back to walk with him and leaned into my ear as he spoke “Hope you’re wearing one of my presents tonight under that dress, Moonlight.” I felt my jaw drop as he let go of my arm and innocently smiled before walking off to join Jimin and Mal.
This was going to be a long night.
Walking to mini golf felt like an eternity with Namjoon standing next to me, towering over my frame, and with Mal and Jimin giggling and holding hands in front of us. I didn’t realize I was staring at them until a chuckle sounded from next to me. “What?” I asked him questioningly. He smiled softly at me and I felt my heart clench at the sight. This was the first time he had looked at me with anything other than cockiness or venom in his eyes. I brushed off the feeling as shock and waited for him to reply.
“You just had a funny face is all. You looked bored, angry and like you were plotting some evil plan all at once.” He spoke jokingly and I sighed at his answer. “Why does everyone say that?” I groaned and Namjoon looked at me confused but intrigued. I answered the question I knew he was about to ask, “Everyone says I look like I’m plotting something and I never am. I don’t plot anything. Ever.” Namjoon just laughed lightly at that and looked up at the setting sun.
“If it means anything, you look cute when you plot how to escape third-wheeling. You furrow your eyebrows and squint your eyes and get all focused.” He looked sheepish as he finished his statement and scratched at his neck before he shoved his hands in his pockets. I felt heat rise to my cheeks and cleared my throat before retorting. “Don’t think you can just try to smooth talk me and make me forgive you for your little prank last night.” I sounded much more confident than I felt and I praised whatever higher power for giving me that strength.
Namjoon smirked but it wasn’t cocky like it usually was. He hung his head down and shook his head while smiling, dimples proudly on display. We were quiet for a while after that but soon we were at the mini golf place and practically pulled inside by Mal and Jimin. The interior was dark and covered in blacklights and neon paints lit up the otherwise hidden walls and courses. Jimin paid for Mal and I went to grab my wallet when Namjoon stopped me with his question of “What color ball do you want, Moonlight?”. I quirked a brow at him in slight protest before he tilted his head at me in response and sighed out a ‘green’ in indignation.
He grinned in triumph as he received our balls and the score card from the teenage cashier. He tossed me my green ball which I easily caught and rolled my eyes as he led me to the first hole. My worn, white shoes lit up under the lights as well as Namjoon’s shirt under his flannel and warm looking jacket. He boyishly smiled at the sight and his eyes widened as he did so. I couldn’t help but laugh at the sight of him acting like a little kid and he looked like a deer in headlights as he realized he was caught.
I placed my ball down after Mal hugged a blushing Jimin for getting a hole in one and was ready to give a half assed attempt at hitting the ball before Namjoon asked in shock “What are you doing?” like I was committing a crime. I stood up straight in confusion and lazily gestured to my ball before responding plainly “Playing mini golf. It’s not like I’m trying to win or anything.” I leaned back over before he moved towards me. I stood up again and held out my hand for him to stop before speaking again.
“No. Absolutely not. You’re not about to pull some cheesy rom com bullshit on me where the guy goes behind the girl to ‘help with her technique’. Go stand by that neon pink dick on the wall and look pretty while I take five attempts at getting this ball in the hole.” I pointed my finger at the wall as I spoke and he laughed loudly at my speech before raising his hands in surrender and stepping close to the wall with said spray painted neon pink dick. He crossed his arms and challenged me with his eyes to do as I said I would.
“Thank you.” I curtsied in my sundress and he laughed in response. It took me four tries before I finished while Namjoon got it in two and we walked to the next hole before realizing Mal and Jimin were far ahead of us. I sighed at the sight of the next 17 holes and Namjoon nudged me with his elbow. “You know, the tickets for mini golf also came with unlimited arcade credits.” he pointed his head in the direction of the arcade on the other side of the courses. I smiled and started walking towards the bright lights and sounds of the games being played before speaking over my shoulder “I’ll kick your ass in skeeball.”
“You’re a cheater.” Namjoon spoke grumpily as I won another game and beat him. We played a few rounds of skeeball then moved on to air hockey where he destroyed me and I sulked until we played mario kart where I came in second to him again. I pouted until he led me to the basketball game where I beat his ass twice.
I laughed at his words as we walked to the counter for prizes. “I never cheat. You just chose to get your ass handed to you by a girl. It’s okay, Joon. Happens to the best of us.” He stopped moving and smiled and I grabbed his wrist to drag him to the counter before dropping all our tickets onto it. “Stop smiling like a doofus and get me that angry minion.” I put my hands on my hips as I spoke and he looked at the worker before saying “You heard the lady.” and pushing our tickets to them.
He kept smiling and looking at his shoes as if they were incredibly interesting before I flicked his shoulder and asked him “What are you smiling at?” He shook his head and grabbed the minion from the employee’s hand and mine in his other hand. I blushed lightly at the sudden contact and moved to keep up with him. “You called me Joon. It’s cute. I usually reserve that nickname for family and close friends so the fact I’m not throwing your ass outside and blocking off all contact with you is a shock to us all.”
I laughed at his statement and we soon ran into Mal and Jimin who looked equally smug and love sick as ever. Mal looked down to our still interlocked hands and I quickly withdrew mine from Namjoon’s grasp before speaking. “So. Ice cream anyone?”
The walk to the parlor was quiet and Namjoon looked deep in thought as his hands were shoved in his pockets and his brows were furrowed. The ice cream shop we were going to wasn’t even a real shop as it was a cart with outdoor seating under strung lights and wooden beams. The wind had only gotten worse as the night went on so the cold was brutal against my exposed skin. I pulled my surprisingly thin jean jacket tight around my frame and moved my hands quickly up and down my arms in an attempt to gain some warmth. Suddenly a hand stopped my quick movements and I was pulled into a firm body. I looked up in shock as Namjoon hugged me tightly against him and wrapped his arms around my waist.
I tried to push away from him but he was so warm I was finding it hard to resist. “Stop pushing, Moonlight. Put your arms inside my jacket, it’ll warm you up.” I eyed him suspiciously and he sighed before rolling his eyes and starting to pull away. I practically shouted in protest as I felt the sudden frigid wind hit me again. I hesitantly listened to him and leaned fully against him with my arms inside of his incredibly warm jacket.
“Who’s bullshit idea was it to get ice cream outside.” I grumbled against his chest. I felt the vibrations of him laughing at my words and felt soothed at the sensation. I closed my eyes and released a breath I hadn’t known I was holding in. His arms rubbed up and down my back and I felt tension leave my body as we started to sway side to side. “I’m still pissed at you.” I spoke again and I felt him look down at me. I met his amused eyes and put my chin on his chest as I looked up at him. “Damn, you mean my plan to woo you and make you fall for me so you’ll forget how mad you are hasn’t worked yet?”
I smiled at him and breathily laughed before speaking with new found confidence. “Barely. It might’ve worked if I wasn’t wearing red lace all day with no one to admire. It’s frustrating really. If only I were wooed.”
Nobody could have prepared me for the absolute chaos that came from joining Jimin and Mal on their date. It was only the next morning and my phone hadn’t stopped buzzing due to texts and calls from Mal. I only briefly glanced at them before I went to sleep the night before and knew she was begging for “details” of the night she imagined happened. Namjoon had walked me back to our building after we finished up our ice cream. We walked in silence with our hands brushing slightly with every sudden movement. After a few blocks I crossed my arms over my chest, too high off the feeling of his skin against mine, no matter how miniscule and told myself it was due to how cold I was.
I was utterly dumbfounded. Yes, Namjoon was undeniably attractive and we had gotten along well throughout our night together but he was still Namjoon. The guy stealing my business, my noisy neighbor who replaced all my underwear, the jerk who couldn’t even attempt to spell my name right, Namjoon. He made my blood boil and my heart race but it was beginning to get confusing as I couldn’t distinguish the anger for something else. We parted ways as he stopped in front of his door and I kept walking to mine. I thought he was about to speak but I had already opened my door and rushed in before he could utter a single syllable.
Sleep didn’t come easy, and before I knew it I had tossed and turned until 5am. I sighed and pushed myself up to get ready. I clearly wasn’t going to rest and the only form of relaxation I knew was a few blocks down the road. I shrugged on my clothes after a quick shower and grabbed my keys before heading out. I froze as I heard the door next to mine open as I was locking my own and willed myself to not look at him as I heard the footsteps suddenly stop just like mine had.
I finished locking my door and turned in the direction of the elevator without making any effort to actually walk towards it. Namjoon quickly closed and locked his door and suddenly we were in a silent battle of who would speak first. Shy glances and nervous movements could only do so much and he seemed to grow tired of it as he spoke up first. “Early morning?” He asked as he reached up to scratch at the back of his neck awkwardly. It seemed to be a nervous habit of his but before I could think about what that made me feel I responded. “Couldn’t sleep.” I spoke sheepishly and played with my hands in front of me.
I took in a breath and looked up with a smile as I walked to the elevator behind him. He joined me and soon the doors were closing behind us. “Was I too loud or anything? I was kinda up all night too. Just...thinking.” He grew quiet as he finished and I assured him it had nothing to do with him. At least I think so. We once again started walking down the road to our respective shops by each other's side. Our hands brushed again and I praised the yawn that left my body as it gave me an excuse to move my hand away from his. He looked over at me and once again looked like he wanted to say something. This time, however, I let him say what was on his mind.
“Do you maybe want a coffee? I mean that’s at least why I left my place.” I looked up at him and blinked away the tears that had formed due to my yawning and saw something flash in his eyes and a small smile grow on his face. I was hesitant to spend more time alone with him but before I could deny him another yawn left me and he chuckled. “Come on, Moonlight, I think I know a good place.”
We made our way to the Hideout Cafe and he grabbed the keys from his back pocket before holding the door open for me. I smiled at him in thanks and took in the coffee shop once again. It was different at this time of day. The chairs were stacked up and pushed against the walls along with the wooden tables, the dim lights were calming as the sun had yet to rise and fill up the shop with its bright rays. Namjoon moved easily behind the counter and turned on some machines I didn’t recognize. I stood next to the door taking in all the artwork and posters lining the walls before I noticed a section at the corner of the shop. There was a wooden ledge lining the corner covered in pillows and soft looking blankets. The lights hanging above it made it look inviting and I slowly walked towards the bookcases on the wall next to the makeshift reading nook.
I looked at the familiar and unknown titles until I heard Namjoon call for me. I turned to answer him only to see him walking towards me. “I didn’t see this here the first time I came.” I spoke softly and he smiled at me before pulling a book off the ledge and placing it on the shelf where it belonged. “When I bought this place the corner seat was already here so it just felt right to add everything else.” He shrugged as he spoke but the almost longing look he wore towards the books told me there was something more to his story.
He turned to me again as he spoke “What would you like?” and his right arm stretched out to the chalkboard menu above the counter. I walked with him to stand in front of it to get a better look but couldn’t decide. I bit down on my lip in concentration as I tried to figure out something right to order. I didn’t want to get something embarrassing and ‘basic’ but I wanted something that tasted good. Namjoon stood next to me and looked at the side of my face before I decided to say what I thought was a good answer. “Surprise me.”
And surprise me, he definitely did. I moved to lean against the counter as I watched him work. We talked about random facts and our favorite things and every few minutes I would ask what he was making before he would continue to avoid my question. After a seemingly never ending wait he handed me my to go cup with steam and an addicting aroma wafting up to my nose. He already looked smug before I even took a sip and I knew it was going to be good. I took the lid off to let it cool off and smell it clearly. Fed up with my stalling, Namjoon rolled his eyes and ordered me to drink it. I huffed out a sigh and did as he said. I was right. It was good. Before I could stroke his ego with my full review of the magical drink in my hands I had to open up my own shop.
That didn’t cause the image of him smirking and calling out to me “Bye, Moonlight.” to leave my mind for the rest of the day. If anything it only made me long to see him even sooner. Mal had burst into the shop on schedule and I prepared myself for her interrogation. “Well you two were certainly cozy last night. It’s truly amazing how well you can get along with others when you aren’t trying to rip their head off.” I rolled my eyes before changing the subject. “I was only trying to get close to him and make him think I don’t have my next prank planned and ready to go.”
Mal laughed at my words before looking me in the eye and speaking confidently, “If you wanted my help coming up with a prank you could’ve just asked instead of lying.” I laughed before looking at her with pleading eyes. “My God you’re hopeless.” She sighed and I silently cheered as I knew she was going to help.
A few google searches, texts to Jimin, and a visit to a public library copy machine later we were ready. It was still only noon and I sent Mal out to put up all the flyers we had made before taking a lunch break together. I was nervous to see how this went. I wouldn’t be around him all day and I was relying on updates from Jimin to see how everything was going. All I could gather from the last text Mal had received and read out to me was that Namjoon was pissed. Mission accomplished.
Walking to my building on my own felt lonely after having someone with me the night before and this morning. I brushed that thought aside as I knew Namjoon would be home soon as I saw Jimin turning the ‘Open’ sign on the door to the Hideout Cafe to ‘Closed’ before giving me a wink.
I had made it to the elevator in the lobby before the door to the building opened behind me. I felt a shiver go down my spine in anticipation and excitement. Sure enough a tired and annoyed looking Namjoon stood next to me while glaring down at his phone. I bit back my laugh and pressed the button for our floor in silence. He leaned his head back onto the elevator wall and let out a deep breath. I started to feel guilty but he didn’t know I was to blame for the likely endless calls he had received today so I swallowed my fear and walked to my door as the elevator came to a stop at our floor.
I was putting my key into the lock when I heard a deep groan and ringtone start to play loudly. I couldn’t help the smile on my face as I heard Namjoon angrily speak into the phone “No this is not the number for Chewbaca roaring contest, please don’t call again.” before hanging up. I laughed before clamping a hand over my mouth quickly, but it was too late. Namjoon looked over at me and realization flashed across his face followed my anger and...hurt? He opened his door before slamming it behind him and I continued to laugh until I made my way inside my own apartment. That’s when the confusion hit. Why did the hurt look on his face make me feel guilty all over again?
I woke up not being able to breathe. My eyes were open wide and I continued to cough and wheeze, trying to desperately fill my burning lungs with the air they craved. I threw my duvet off my body and fell to the floor of my bedroom coughing with tears streaming down my face.
“Y/N run!”
No. This isn’t real. It’s all a dream. My head was tormenting me with memories from that night. My chest started to rise and fall frantically due to the lack of oxygen and the flashing images behind my eyelids.
“Help! Please someone help me!” I was running around the hoards of people filling my street and in front of my house. There were red and blue lights flashing and blurring my vision until all I saw was a kaleidoscope of the two colors.
I clamped my hands over my ears and let out a violent sob. I couldn’t see clearly in front of me. There was a thin fog covering the room and burning my eyes.
I fell to my knees and sobbed until I was mobbed by a herd of paramedics and police officers. I was hysterical. “Please, just help me please! They're still inside please, they were on the second floor please!” I pushed away hands full of gauze and bandages, trying to get them to just understand. “My mom and sister are still inside please! Go get them” All of my senses were overpowered by fiery embers and heat, yet I could see more clearly than ever as a firefighter walked quickly to a police officer helping to try and calm me down. I was zeroed in on the interaction and would never forget the feeling of my heart dropping and shattering when they pulled away and looked back on me with that undeniable look of pity on their faces.
I screamed and felt all of the life leave my body as I fell to the asphalt below me. There was silence. I couldn’t hear my screams of agony, feel the hands pulling me up and into an ambulance, taste the smoke that I had been choking on earlier, smell the burnt remnants of my home that had gone up in flames, or see anything aside from the flashing images of my mother and sister in my mind.
I was rocking back and forth, mumbling incoherently, and sobbing as I curled into myself at the foot of my bed. I felt my body being shaken and shot my eyes open to see the concerned face of Mal above me. Her hands were on my shoulders and she was calling out my name. I launched into her arms and continued sobbing into her shoulder. She brushed her hands through my hair and held me until I was only hiccuping every few seconds.
“I came to check up on you because I know 5 years is a big anniversary. What happened? I could smell that air freshener from the elevator.” She spoke softly as she looked into my eyes with concern. I furrowed my brows in confusion before looking around the room. “What? It’s not the 14th yet, Mal. Right?” She pulled my phone off the nightstand and showed me the screen with the date I’ve despised for the past 5 years on the screen. I felt my heart drop and tears well up all over again. I blinked them back before continuing to answer her second question.
“I don’t know what happened. I woke up and I couldn’t breathe or see clearly. What do you mean you could smell the air freshener? I didn’t spray anything.” As I calmed down more I could smell the overpowering scent of fruit and hibiscus. I scrunched up my face and gagged at the suffocating aromas. Mal furrowed her brows and grabbed an almost empty aerosol can of air freshener from beside her. “I mean I assumed you didn’t do this since I had to cut a zip tie off of it. Babe, I think you were pranked.” It made sense. The surprise and shock of it, the zip tie, all of it.
I shook my head and moved to stand up. “What are you doing?” Mal questioned. I moved to my closet and grabbed some jeans and an old t-shirt. “Getting ready for work. I was pranked, it’s not the end of the world or a reason for me to stop living life as per usual.” I couldn’t meet her eyes as I spoke. I didn’t want to talk about what had happened. Especially today. Mal sighed before standing as well. “I know it still hurts. Anyone in your place would feel the exact same way. But it’s been 5 years since that fire and I know the anniversaries always hit you harder as the years go by. When you choose to talk to me, I’ll be here.”
I nodded my head as I held onto my clothes for the day. 5 years. 5 years. They died exactly 5 years ago today and I still missed them like it was day one. I let out a sigh before starting to get dressed.
I spent all day in the bakery trying to avoid all my emotions I had kept bottled up. It was getting harder to ignore everything but being in my safe place usually made it bearable. However, today I was confused. Customers kept asking for refunds repeatedly throughout the day and I didn’t understand why. I baked everything fresh this morning, the same as I always have. Even my regulars were complaining and throwing perfectly fine food into the trash. It seemed like the cherry on top of everything that had happened already. Mal and I struggled to find the answer for hours. We retraced and rebaked until our heads were spinning.
I was dealing with a new customer who was demanding a refund when the answer became clear. “It’s just pure salt! Honestly how can you run a bakery and mix up your salt and sugar!” I froze. The customer continued to rant but I felt like I was underwater. I know for a fact I had used the sugar. I hadn’t mixed up like that since I was a child experimenting at home. I quickly apologised and handed the customer their money before rushing back to the kitchen. Mal had watched the encounter and followed quickly behind me. I practically threw the sugar container onto my work table before ripping off the plastic lid. I put my finger inside and tasted the white contents. Salt. I was dumbfounded. How could this have happened.
The bell above the shop sounded and I walked out to greet the customer while trying to hide the confusion on my face. I walked in view of my “customer” and felt like a brick wall had collapsed onto me. I felt the pricking of tears behind my eyes and my mouth grew dry at the sight. Namjoon was standing in front of the register looking smug as ever and I felt utterly stupid.
“What’s wrong, Moonlight? Shop’s empty, looks like you’ve been having some trouble with customer satisfaction today. Wonder why.” I untied my apron and tossed it off quickly before going to the back to grab my things. Mal looked up at my sudden appearance and I spoke before she could. “You know what, you were right. Today is a big deal. I’m closing up for the rest of the day. It’s too much.” I was trembling as I grabbed my purse and walked out to avoid her concerned gaze. Namjoon was still standing at the register as I walked to the front door. He looked confused and worried but I bit my lip hard to avoid crying in front of him.
“Hey, what’s wrong. It was just a prank I didn’t think-” I turned around to face him and pointed my finger at him. “You’re a fucking asshole you know? This is my livelihood and my everything. I could’ve maybe handled you fucking with my business any other day of the year but today it’s way too much. Whatever prank war or competition we were doing to spite each other is done. Congrats! You won. Now never touch me or my things or come into my apartment or store ever again.” The tears were freely flowing down my face but I didn’t care.
“Wait, Moonli-” Namjoon reached out for me but I turned and opened the door before he could finish. “And don’t call me that. You don’t know me. I don’t know you. What’s the point of stupid nicknames for people you don’t really know or want to talk to ever again.” I walked out before he could stop me again, not halting until I was at my apartment. I locked the door behind me and fell onto the couch with sobs and memories of laughter and people I’ll never get back lulling me to sleep.
Coping has always been difficult for me. I never really understood that I could let out my emotions and talk about them with people without being judged or told it’s not important. It only got harder for me when my mom and sister died five years ago. I never talked about it. I avoided the emotions and my guilt and pain from that day for five years and I was only hurting more as a result. I was curled up on my couch under a fuzzy blanket with tears streaming down my face, but I didn’t feel anything besides numbness. I wasn’t struggling to catch my breath or having sobs shake my body, I was numb. I was on my couch for what felt like infinity but realistically was probably a few hours. It was dark outside and no matter how exhausted I was, I knew sleep would never come.
I heard a soft knock at my door and made no move to answer it. My phone was abandoned on the coffee table and hadn’t been touched since I first came home. I knew Mal had been trying to reach me as the vibrations hadn’t stopped all day. The knocking came again, louder this time. I took as deep of a breath that I could manage before moving to sit up. I pulled my blanket tight around my body as I walked to the door. I didn’t check the peep hole because nothing mattered to me anymore. I didn’t care.
I unlocked the door and opened it to see a worried Namjoon….I still didn't know his last name. Further proof of why he shouldn’t be here and why I shouldn’t feel warm inside that he is. He looked up to meet my eyes and his expression fell into a sorrowful one laced with confusion. I turned back around and walked towards my couch, not in the mood for formalities.
“I’m sorry.” He spoke softly yet confident as I sat down. I huffed out a laugh and shook my head. “Why are you here?” I croaked out. He took a step closer and I felt my body tense slightly. He stopped moving before answering, “Why would I be anywhere else? I hurt you and I need you to know it wasn’t my plan for that to happen.” He started to scratch the back of his neck and I sighed.
“It’s not your fault.” My voice was shaky and my eyes filled with tears. I cleared my throat and looked up at him. He looked sad and curious and I knew I couldn’t keep it all in anymore. I scooted over on my couch and motioned my hand for him to join me. He hesitantly obeyed but never took his gaze off of me. “I need to be honest.” I spoke softly. He moved his hand above my shoulder to comfort me, before moving it back to his lap. I took in a breath before speaking about something I thought would be internalized forever.
“Five years ago I lived in a small town in Colorado. I had lived there my whole life and was happy. It was just my mom, sister, and I in a small house with a gorgeous view of the mountains. Mal lived in the neighborhood with us and we’ve basically been joint at the hip since birth.” I stopped as the night came back to me. I closed my eyes tightly and Namjoon turned towards me. I don’t know why, but I reached out and grasped his hand. He squeezed my smaller one tightly before rubbing circles into the back of my palm with his thumb.
“One night, we were having a sleepover. We were 18 but acted like children so we made a blanket fort in the living room. We watched movies all night and eventually we decided to go to my room so we could sleep. We thought we unplugged everything but we were tired and there was a stupid fucking candle. My room was on the first floor but my mom and sister’s were on the second.” I felt Namjoon squeeze my hand tighter and I let out a choked sob. He pulled me into his arms and rocked me slowly.
I cried into his chest as his hands rubbed my back soothingly. After I started to calm down a bit, I pulled back a bit to look at him. “We made it out. The neighbors had already called but there was no way they could’ve made it down the stairs without being trapped by the fire. I did it. I killed them. It’s been five years today and I’ve never talked about it. So it’s not your fault, Joon. It’s all mine because I’m too much of a coward to accept what I did five years ago.”
Namjoon gently placed his hand on my face and turned it to look into his eyes. “It never has been, and never will be your fault. It was an accident. Don’t carry that guilt because it’s not true. Okay?” I felt more tears flow and he wiped them away. “I’m sorry, I don’t know why I’m telling you all this. I shouldn’t have lashed out at you, it’s just that baking is how I try to cope. I mean I still bottled up everything so I guess it didn’t work too well but-” Namjoon cut me off with his next words. I was shocked after he did. He looked into my eyes with nothing but kindness and genuity.
“Teach me how to bake.”
“What?” I started to wonder if confiding in him was the right choice since it seemed that he didn’t even know how to listen to me.
“You said it helps you cope, and it clearly makes you happy. I want you to start learning that it's okay to not get over something as big as that in one conversation. And that it’s not your fault. It’ll take time. So we’re going to bake something and talk about whatever you want to until you accept that it’s not your fault. We may bake a lot of things since this is gonna take a while, but I’ll be here until that day comes. I also really want to see you be happy right now. So teach me how to bake and I’ll teach you whatever you want in return.”
I was in awe. I didn’t know why he cared so much but I knew he was right. It was going to take some time and he clearly wanted to start now. I stood up and started walking to my kitchen. He followed behind me and stood awkwardly in the doorway, looking around the array of ingredients I pulled out. It was only flour, sugar, eggs, and butter but he already looked stressed. He let out a breath and pulled off his jacket as I reached to grab some mixing bowls and measuring cups. “So what do you want to bake?” I asked him so I could narrow down the necessary tools and ingredients.
“A cake?” He shrugged his shoulders and I smiled at his seemingly nervous behavior. “Ask me. It makes it seem more official and I like hearing you ask to be taught something you don’t know.” He smiled before rolling his shoulders back and dramatically clearing his throat. And so he asked, “Y/N, will you please teach me how to bake a cake?” and I did.
The week following our first “lesson” was only filled with constant interaction and more lessons. At first we only baked random sweets while dancing around to whatever song came on shuffle through my bluetooth speaker. We talked about our loves and passions and sometimes we touched on my mom and sister but Namjoon would never push me too far. I knew the feelings I was starting to harbor for him were more than platonic. It wasn’t just his looks or stupid jokes or smile at my even worse jokes. I was the little things.
It was his caring heart. ‘Teach me to bake in a bakery.’ “So why do you add that if it’s not in the recipe?” he questioned me with a slight tilt of his head. “Because it’s the secret ingredient, Joon. And if I find out you tell anyone what it is I’ll burn down your coffee shop. Okay?” His eyebrows raised and his eyes widened before a boyish grin spread across his face. “Jeez, what’s with you and fire?” I tensed slightly but before I could feel any negative emotion, Namjoon lightly touched my arm and turned me to meet his pleading gaze. “I’m so sorry, I didn’t mean it like-” I cut him off with a flurry of giggles and my hunched over frame. “Why are you apologizing? I am really shit when it comes to fire safety.” I winked at him and saw him relax. With him around, it was okay. He cared.
It was his patience. ‘Teach me to make a beat’ “Ughhhh. Joon, I’m never going to get this right.” The throbbing in my fingertips and crease in my brow due to my frustration were evident. “Moonlight, it takes practice. And a good teacher always helps, hence why I’m here. You’re gonna get it, just try again.” He was seated next to me at his impressive studio desk trying to correctly position my randomly placed snare drum and bass sounds on the program in front of us. If it wasn’t his equipment I would have thrown it all at the wall ages ago. I sighed and sat up straighter in his desk chair before moving around some of the beats and trying again to make something that didnt sound like a middle school band warming up, or just a total cluster fuck of noises. Namjoon hummed along to the beat of the song I was “creating” and while it was incredibly off beat and by no means perfect, it was an incredible improvement. “See! I knew you could do it.” I smiled widely, matching his own. “How are you so optimistic and patient? You literally just sat through an hour of me butchering your presets with a smile the whole time.” He laughed before grabbing the instrument from my arms. “Because it’s you.”
It was determination. ‘Teach me to appreciate Shakespeare’ “Wait so Juliet is actually dead now? How did Romeo not even check to see if she was breathing?” Namjoon spoke confused. “She was in a tomb and looked pretty dead. All he knew is that his true love was dead and they were supposed to run away together.” I closed my copy of Romeo and Juliet and continued playing with his hair in my lap. “Huh. But why kill himself? And why would she do the same? Why couldn’t she just tell him her plan so that this wouldn’t have happened?” His hand gestured wildly in front of him and I looked down at his head that he had moved to my lap during the final act of the play with a smile. “That’s the tragedy of it all. They were so close to being together and running off on their own with no judgement.” Namjoon sat up at my answer and looked me in the eye as he spoke once more, “I guess you taught me how to appreciate Romeo and Juliet so congrats. But you still didn’t answer my other questions. Why would they see that the only option was death?” I looked away before answering. “I guess we all just want somebody to die for.”
It was his knowledge. ‘Teach me the best movies’ “Well we obviously have to watch The Godfather if you want to review the best movies of all time.” Namjoon had just come back to his living room with a bowl of popcorn as I settled into his couch with a fluffy blanket. “Well I’ve never seen it so I guess it wouldn’t be a review for me.” I spoke casually as Namjoon sat next to me under the blanket. He turned to me so fast I thought he might snap his neck. “You’ve never seen my favorite movie of all time? Okay we definitely need to start there.” I laughed as he pressed play. “I never watch movies. I just feel like I have more important things in life to spend my time on.” He looks offended as he processes my words. “I’m just going to pretend I didn’t just hear that.”
It was all these things about him and more. I was falling for Kim Namjoon more than I thought possible. I also finally learned his surname during a slightly embarrassing lesson of ‘Teach me your last name’. Currently we were still in our lesson about movies. Namjoon was insistent I was “educated” and no matter how hard I tried to watch the movie, I couldn’t concentrate. When I looked around all I saw was Namjoon. Namjoon’s apartment,Namjoon’s couch, Namjoon’s arm around my shoulders, Namjoon’s favorite movie playing, Namjoon’s blanket covering my body, Namjoon’s incredibly soft and cozy hoodie he let me wear, Namjoon. Thankfully my lack of concentration and stream of thoughts were broken by the man himself.
About 10 minutes into the film, Namjoon asks a question I wasn’t expecting. “Wait so since you don’t watch movies, what did you have in the background during makeout sessions growing up?” He threw some popcorn in his mouth as I froze. He turned back to me at my lack of response. “Um, nothing?” I spoke timidly. “Wow, straight to the point, huh?” I shook my head and spoke the embarassing truth, “No I just, I’ve never been kissed. So there really wasn’t ever the chance to put something on.” I turned away from him, scared of him laughing in my face. Instead he just spoke “Bullshit. There’s no way nobody’s kissed you before.” I looked at his stupidly charming grin and said, “Well it’s not bullshit. And why are you so shocked?” He looked at me like I was stupid before stating “Because you’re beautiful.” He spoke the words like it was obvious.
After a moment of silence, I turned my attention back to the movie playing but I couldn’t focus. I played with my fingers until Namjoon spoke softly “I can teach you, if you want” and I stopped moving completely. “But only if you’re okay with that” he blushes and hurriedly adds. I stopped his rambling though as I nodded my head with a quiet “okay”. I watched as his eyes widened. He fumbled for words a little before he moved impossibly closer and leaned in. He hesitated though and pulled away to my confusion. “You have to ask me. It’s our rule.” He says it almost playfully but the look in his eyes contradicts his playful smirk. I knew he wanted my full consent before doing anything.
I let out a nervous laugh before uttering the words, “Teach me how to kiss.” And he does.
I dreamed of Namjoon and soft yet heated kisses that night. Waking up, I was confused to see the surroundings of his apartment lit by the soft glow of sunlight peeking through the curtains. I froze as I felt movement under my head. I was fully resting on top of Namjoon with my ear pressed to his chest and I smiled as I heard the beating of his heart. He suddenly took in a deep breath and moved around a bit and I quickly shut my eyes, hoping to stay in this moment for as long as possible. I didn’t know how he felt about last night. Was he only teaching me as a friend? Did he feel even half of what I felt for him?
His lips were soft as they pressed against mine and I hesitantly returned the kiss. His right hand came to cup my face softly as his head tilted slightly. I felt my heart pounding and the blood coursing through my body like electricity. I pulled away from him slowly, anxious for his next words. “Was that okay?” I spoke quietly and after a moment of silence I looked up to meet his eyes. He didn’t speak, instead he kissed me again with more emotions present than before. I placed my hands onto his chest before moving them to the nape of his neck. I played with the small curls there and felt him shiver in response. He was the one to pull away this time and he moved his hands to my hips before pulling me onto his lap. I was now straddling him and dazed at the sight of his flushed face and red lips. “You’re a natural, Y/N, and as much as I’m enjoying this I think I asked you what you played in the background when you made out with someone.”
My racing thoughts and fluttering heart came to an abrupt halt as I felt Namjoon lean down awkwardly to press his lips against the top of my head. I couldn’t help the wide grin that appeared as a result of his action. I opened one eye and turned to look up at him. He chuckled as he realized he had been caught. “Mornin’, Moonlight” He spoke in his gravely morning voice. I felt my cheeks start to ache slightly due to the size of my smile. “Good morning, Joon” I could only manage a whisper, too scared to shatter the blissful sight and moments of this morning.
We stared at each other for a bit until the buzzing of Namjoon’s phone caught our attention. Jimin was calling him, however, he made no move to answer it until I pinched his side gently with a glare. “Not answering your best friend’s call is rude you know.” He rolled his eyes playfully before declining the call completely. “Yeah, well calling your best friend while he’s cuddling with a gorgeous girl this early is even worse.” He smirked at me and I sat up slowly while he groaned at the loss of warmth. I moved to straddle his lap and played with his soft hair while he looked up at me with a soft smile on his face. “Hey, what are you staring at, loser?” He shook his head softly and leaned into my hands in his hair.
“You.” He spoke softly with his eyes closed in bliss and a smile on his face and I couldn’t stop myself from leaning down and pressing my lips against his even if I had tried to. He smiled into the kiss before placing his hands onto my thighs and kissing me back. We moved together like a perfect symphony. A rolling wave on the ocean. Ink flowing against the page of a classic novel. I pulled away for air but stayed close to him as he moved his lips to my cheek and slowly kissed down to my neck and the sweet spot he had found the night before.
“Namjoon” I sighed out as his lips worked against my neck sensually. I moved my hands to his hair and lightly tugged against the strands. He moaned against my neck and his teeth grazed a spot that had me shuddering and letting out a small whimper. He moved his head back up to face me. “Found it.” He stated cockily and I rolled my eyes before pressing my lips against his again, effectively wiping the smug smirk from his face. I felt his tongue brush against my lips and I decided to tease him before granting entrance. He grunted and bit my bottom lip lightly in frustration. I gasped at the sensation and he took the opportunity of my lips parting to explore the new territory.
“Joon, eventually we’re gonna have to go to work and open up for the day.” I spoke to rid my head of the memories of the night before. The groan he let out in response made the butterflies in my stomach appear. “Five more minutes” He muttered and I laughed before grabbing his phone on the coffee table to see how long we had before needing to leave before I gasped and my eyes widened. “Joon, get up. We’re so late, shit.” It was 10 AM and the shop should’ve been open two hours ago. He sat up slowly while squinting his eyes adorably. I shoved his phone into his hand and rushed off of him to head to my apartment for clean clothes. I heard a soft “Shit” as I closed the door behind me.
I bolted into my room and grabbed the first items I saw, which unknowingly included a baby pink, lace thong from Namjoon’s prank. I shoved my legs through my jean shorts and found some comfortable shoes before grabbing my keys and running out the door. Namjoon was already waiting by the elevator doors, tapping his foot impatiently. I let out a breathy laugh as I ran to meet him. He smiled at my presence before looking me up and down. He squinted slightly at the top of my head and laughed as the elevator doors opened. I patted my hair before feeling the slight knots left from not brushing it. As we moved down to the lobby I reached up to fix it as much as I could with my fingers before giving up and reaching for the hair tie around my wrist.
I lifted my arms up to gather all my hair into a messy ponytail and unbeknownst to me, my flowy top lifted up and revealed the baby pink lace above the hem of my shorts. I heard Namjoon cough and clear his throat suddenly as my hands fell to my sides and the doors opened. “You okay, Joon?” I looked up to him and noticed a slight blush and flustered expression. He tightly smiled and nodded his head before grabbing my hand in his and guiding us out of our building. It was now my turn to blush at his sudden action and the feel of his hand in mine.
We walked quickly so as to not be even more late to our own businesses. We approached the Hideout Cafe first and Namjoon reached into his back pocket for the keys to the shop. He kept his hand securely in mine as he tried to find the right key. He dropped the key ring onto the concrete before grumbling out some curses. I chuckled and leaned down in front of him to pick them up. I heard him choke out a gasp before I leaned back up to face him with a smile. He quickly took the keys from my hand and before I could think, he leaned down to kiss me before resting his forehead against mine and huskily whispering “I thought you threw out those fucking panties, babygirl.” He pulled back after kissing my cheek and he unlocked the shop before entering, leaving me hot and flustered on the sidewalk outside.
The walk to my bakery after that was a blur. All I could sense was Namjoon. His whispers in my ear. His hand in mine. His shy smile full of dimples and crinkled eyes. His cologne surrounding me as I was in his arms. The taste of his kiss. The sight of his wink and smile as he walked into his shop. I barely realized I was inside the bakery until Mal called out for me.
“You okay, babe? You look pale.” I took in a deep breath before pushing her hands away from my face. “We need to talk. In the back. Now.” Her eyes widened and turned serious at my words. As I moved to the kitchen and started pacing, Mal moved to turn the ‘Open’ sign to ‘Closed’ before bolting to the back. She stood with her hands on her hips and eyed me pacing frantically before stopping me with a gentle hand on my shoulder.
“Y/N, all you need to tell me is his first initial and I’ll find him within the week and beat his as-” I cut her off by blurting out “Namjoon and I kissed.” Her eyes widened once again and her jaw dropped before she started smugly smiling. She squealed and pulled me into a tight hug as she rambled about venues and summer versus spring weddings and I looked down at my shoes at her words. “So how did it happen? How long have you two been a thing and why didn’t I know sooner?” I sighed and looked at the excitement covering her face. “We’re not a ‘thing’ and we probably never will be. We’ve been hanging out a lot more recently and teaching each other our favorite things and last night we kissed a lot and I was on his lap and then I woke up with him on his couch and fuck, Mal I’m so scared.”
“Woah, hey what’s wrong? Did you not want him to kiss you?” I opened my mouth to speak but no words came out. I really wanted him to kiss me. I really wanted to do it again. But I was really scared to admit it. I felt tears well up in my eyes and Mal pulled me into her arms and shushed my quiet sobs. “I really like him, Mal.” I whispered. She pulled back and brushed some hair out of my face before gently holding my face in her hands. “Then what’s so wrong about kissing the guy you like? He wouldn’t have done it if he wasn’t at least slightly interested in you too.”
I closed my eyes and saw his sleepy smile and bright eyes. I opened them again and voiced my fears, “Because I’m not good enough. He deserves so much more than some broken girl who’s too scared to kiss him in public or even admit to him how she feels. I’m fucked up, Mal. He doesn’t deserve someone like me.” Mal squinted her eyes as I finished.
“Are you done? Good. Number one, you might need to brush your teeth after spewing that much bullshit. Number two, you’re completely right. He doesn’t deserve someone like you. A beautiful, strong, kind, funny, talented, amazing woman who I’m lucky enough to call my best friend. So what if you’re scared about PDA, you said it yourself that you guys aren't anything official so that’s completely understandable. And number three, you never have been and never will be broken. You’ve gone through so much and no one expects you to be one hundred percent healed or back to normal after that. You are worth so much. Okay?” We were both crying as I nodded. I was lucky to have her.
“You’ve been so happy recently and I honestly feel dumb that I didn’t realize why sooner. If he makes you happy then talk to him about this. Let yourself have something good because you deserve it.” I thanked her and held her tightly. “Oh and don’t think you’re off the hook. We are definitely going to talk in full detail about last night and all those times you’ve ‘hung out’ alone together.” I laughed and rolled my eyes before wiping under my eyes.
“I wouldn’t expect anything less.”
I was cleaning up the shop after closing for the day when the bell above the door sounded. I groaned as I realized I hadn’t locked it yet and now had to deal with late night customers. “We’re closed.” I called from the back, too tired to go up front. “Aw damn. Even for your favorite customer?” A familiar voice spoke in faux disappointment and I felt the butterflies burst to life in my stomach. I smiled and walked up to the register, suddenly full of energy.
“Bold of you to assume you’re my favorite.” I tilted my head and watched him smile as I appeared. “And to think, I was going to surprise you with a date and everything.” Namjoon shook his head and shrugged his shoulders before turning to leave. I laughed before running to grab his arm. “Well I guess I can make an exception for my favorite customer. But just for tonight.” He turned to me with a bright smile and leaned in to kiss me. I pulled away from him before he could though. He looked confused but brushed it off.
“I need an order of your best creation.” I bit my lip and thought about what I would make before remembering the cupcakes I had made a few weeks ago. I had thankfully scribbled down the recipe and knew they would be relatively easy. “Only if I have some company while I make it.” I turned to walk into the kitchen and felt his presence behind me. I grabbed all the ingredients listed in my binder of recipes and got to work. Out of the corner of my eye, I noticed Namjoon picking up the binder and inspecting the page with my messy scrawl.
“I asked for company so I had someone to talk to, not someone to snoop around and be nosy.” I smiled but never shifted my attention to him. He breathed out a laugh and moved to stand behind me. I felt his arms wrap loosely around my waist and his head rested on my shoulder. He sighed against my back and I leaned into him slightly. “Why doesn’t this one have a name? All the other pages have names at the top but this one just had question marks.”
“I just came up with this on a whim. Didn’t really have any names in mind. I guess I just forgot to come back to it.” I spoke truthfully as I stirred the ingredients together to form a smooth batter. Namjoon hummed in response and I continued working with his arms around me. When I had to place the cupcakes into the oven I nudged his arm with my elbow and he groaned. “‘M comfy.” He mumbled and I laughed as I struggled to unravel his frame from mine.
“Weren’t you the one who promised a surprise date?” I reminded him and saw his eyes instantly light back up as a blush slowly appeared on his cheeks. “Do you want that?” He questioned silently and scratched at the back of his neck. I closed the oven and turned to face him with furrowed brows. “Want what? A surprise? Cause that’s kinda why I’m baking these-” “I meant the date. Did you want it to be a date? Because if you don’t then that’s fine too.” He cut me off with nerves lacing his words.
“Yeah. I would love that. Why did you think I would say no?” I questioned with a matching blush on my face. “Well you just, you kinda rejected me up front when I tried to kiss you so.” I looked down in embarrassment before taking Mal’s advice from earlier. “I was just scared.” I paused and looked up to meet his eyes before continuing, “I really like you, Joon. I just didn’t want to get my hopes up by kissing you if you didn’t feel the same.” I played with my fingers anxiously as I waited for his response. He smiled largely before finally breaking the silence. “You don’t have to be scared, Moonlight. Cause I really like you too.”
When I finished up the cupcakes we packed them up and walked hand in hand to our date. I was giddy as we swung our hands between our bodies. When we stopped in front of the Hideout I was confused. “Is this your surprise? Making me another coffee at 10 PM?” I questioned him but he didn’t respond. He unlocked the door and held it open for me. I narrowed my eyes at his smug smile and walked into the dark shop. I stood awkwardly in the middle of the shop and looked around in confusion.
“Joon, I appreciate the effort but I-” I stopped speaking as the shop was suddenly lit up by the few strands of fairy lights in the corner by the reading area. I gasped at the sight. Instead of shelves of books and pillows, there were large, comfy blankets covering the entire section with Namjoon standing at the entrance holding a laptop. “I know it’s not much but I just thought it would be cute or that you would like it cause I remembered how much you liked it over here last time.” I walked up to meet him at the entrance with a large smile on my face. He looked nervous again and I couldn’t understand why.
“It’s perfect, Joon. Thank you.” I leaned in to punctuate my statement with a short kiss before pulling back the blanket behind him to crawl into the makeshift fort. He entered a few seconds after me and settled on my right side before opening his laptop. While the shelves of books were covered on the outside of the fort, the interior was filled with the sight of them. The soft glow of the string lights and comfort of the pillows and blankets set the perfect environment for reading and I darted my eyes across the different titles in awe.
“You there, Moonlight?” Namjoon called out and I shifted my gaze onto him easily. I raised my eyebrows and turned to face him, not realizing he had been calling for me. “I asked what movie you wanted to watch.” I felt my face flush for the millionth time that night and bit my lip as I debated on what I should answer. “Could we maybe read something instead?” I spoke hesitantly but the grin on his face as he shut his laptop eased my fears. “Whatever you want.” I smiled and grabbed the familiar title on my left.
“Have you read this before?” I asked softly. He shook his head but never lost the small grin on his lips or diverted his eyes from mine. “Well it’s a personal favorite of mine, so get ready to experience literary genius.” I moved to get more comfortable and ended up laying on Namjoon’s chest while his hands played with my hair.
“Chapter one.”
“Are you even listening to the story?” I questioned accusingly. Namjoon smiled innocently despite being caught staring at the side of my face for the third time in the past ten minutes. Meeting up after closing had become a routine for the two of us. He would meet me at the bakery and ‘help’ me bake something for the night ahead. Usually we get to the Hideout and read after eating a bit and get through at least a chapter or two before he distracts me with kisses or tickles. Tonight, however, Namjoon was dead set on staring into the side of my face laying on his chest. “Of course I’m listening, Moonlight. Why’d you stop?” He smirked and I rolled my eyes with a sigh before continuing.
“As he looked into her eyes he saw nothing but pain and sorrow. The guilt he felt consumed him but he had no choice. He turned away as he heard her choke out a heart wrenching sob-” I was cut off by Namjoon kissing me for the fifth time that night. I giggled lightly against his lips but made sure to keep my spot in our book. “Joon, it’s been four days and we’re still only on chapter 10 of 45. As much as I love your kisses, we need to actually read the book in order to finish it.” He moved his lips to my left cheek and down my jawline as I spoke.
I lightly pushed his head away and playfully glared at him while he pouted. “But it’s so sad. Honestly, I don’t know why she keeps going back to him and shit when he only hurts her. Guilty or not, he’s still fucked for cheating on her like that.” He reached for a leftover cupcake in the box next to him while I grinned. He let out a low moan as he took a bite and I felt my body ignite with heat. “Fuck, these are always so amazing. I can’t believe you don’t sell them anymore.” He spoke with his mouth partially full and I rolled my eyes at his boyish behavior.
“I’ve told you a million times, I can’t sell something without a name.” He threw his head back with a groan and I laughed at his frustration. “Well let’s come up with something then. It’s better than reading about heartbreak.” I sat up from my spot on his chest and faced him fully. “It needs a catchy name, that’s for sure. It also needs to hint at the surprise inside.” He licked the stray frosting around his mouth as he spoke animatedly. I took in the appearance of the man in front of me. He was in some basic sweatpants and a hoodie since after night two we had decided it was best to change into more comfortable clothes to read after closing.
“The surprise inside?” I laughed, “What, do you mean the filling?” He rolled his eyes and waved his hand in dismissal. “You know what I mean. You’re just not expecting it but it's a good surprise for sure.” His explanation brought a memory to mind.
Sitting innocently on top of my dresser was a little note with his messy scrawl reading ‘Gotcha ;)’
“Gotcha.” I spoke quietly with a smile, remembering the first prank he had pulled on me so long ago. “What?” He questioned innocently, taking another bite of the cupcake in his hand while his free one came to rest on my thigh. “Gotcha. That’s what I’m naming it.” He furrowed his brow in confusion and tilted his head slightly to the side. He was silent for a bit before looking at me with hope and excitement. “Why?” He asked with fake confusion, but the giddy smile forming on his face revealed his true intentions. I smiled and sighed loudly before looking away dramatically. “I guess because it reminds me of the time a loser stole all my underwear and left me a note saying that on top of my dresser.” He laughed loudly and I turned to look at the sight of his bright eyes crinkled at the sides and his prominent dimples.
“Fuck, you’re perfect.” He spoke softly with a look of fondness on his face. I flushed and looked down at the hand on my thigh that was rubbing soft circles. “Be my girlfriend.” I moved my head up so quickly I thought my neck would snap. “What?” I spoke in shock. “I don’t want someone else to be with you. And I really don’t want to be with anyone other than you. I know we’ve never really put an official label on anything but fuck it. So, will you?” He looked nervous but his eyes showed nothing but honesty.
“About damn time.” I spoke after releasing a breath I didn’t realize I was holding in. I grabbed his face and kissed him passionately. I was smiling widely but he didn’t mind as he moved his hand from my thigh to my waist. Our kisses turned heated as his tongue brushed across the seam of my lips urgently. I pulled back and leaned in to whisper in his ear, “I think you were right about movies. They make great background noise for making out.” His breath hitched and I watched as he fumbled for his laptop. I giggled and straddled his lap as he furiously typed in his password for Netflix.
I lightly feathered kisses onto his jaw and down his neck. I felt the vibrations as he groaned at my actions. “Fuck, how have you only been kissed for the first time last week?” I let out a breathy laugh as I sat up from my slightly hunched form. “I think I got the basics down pretty quickly thanks to my teacher. But I think I’m ready to learn something else from them.” His eyes darkened and before I knew it I was being rolled onto my back as the opening sounds from Avengers: Infinity War played in the background.
“Babygirl, I’ll teach you anything you want to know.” He smirked as he started moving down my body.
I was sure the smile on my face would become permanent after how long it had been painted on. We didn’t go all the way but we definitely made some progress on my lessons. I was laying on the blanketed floor with Namjoon resting on my chest. I was wearing his hoodie and my sleep shorts from earlier while he was left in his sweatpants and a bare chest. I was looking at the soft lights around me while my hand was playing with the messy curls tickling my chin. The sounds of the Avengers battling Thanos in Wakanda paired with Namjoon’s soft snores was lulling me to sleep slowly but surely.
I knew we would both regret sleeping on the hard floor of the Hideout in the morning, but
at the moment I couldn’t find it in myself to care. I closed my eyes and let out a deep breath, ready to fall asleep when a notification sounded from the laptop. I turned slightly to see what it was but suddenly felt all possibility of sleep and tiredness drain from my body. I didn’t want to jump to conclusions but I had to try and make sense of what I saw.
GM<3: i miss you:(
I tried to calm myself before overreacting. It could be a relative or someone close to him. He just told me earlier how wrong cheating was. He wouldn’t do thi- Another notification sounded and effectively cut off my racing thoughts. I felt more confident in the situation as I looked at the incoming text but it’s contents only made me feel sick.
GM<3: when are you coming over again?
GM<3: please say soon:( you left pretty quick the other night
GM<3: i love you, talk soon <3
I felt tears threatening to spill and was confused. I thought of every possible explanation but none of them were innocent or made any sense. I was hurt. I was angry. But mostly, I was numb. The thought I was dreading the most kept circling my mind. I didn’t want to believe it but it made too much sense.
You fell for the greatest prank of all. You believed he actually felt anything for you.
I felt hot tears fall down my face while one word played on a loop in my head. A heartbreaking lullaby played like a broken record.
Gotcha.
I was frozen. I didn’t move or sleep at all that night. My body ached from the hard floor and lack of movement but all I focused on was the heartache and racing thoughts that hadn’t seized through the night. The sun started to rise and I took it as my cue to leave and head to my shop. I carefully moved and tried to remove myself from Namjoon’s tight grip on my hips. I freed myself eventually and felt hot tears welling up in my eyes. I grabbed my clothes from the day before along with my other belongings and headed to the front door.
I placed my hand on the door handle and hesitated. Talk to him. “Let yourself have something good”. I turned to look at his frame under the dim glow of the rising sun and felt the lump in my throat grow. I forced myself to look away and walk out the door before I could change my mind. I made it to the front door of my shop before breaking down and crying. I told you so.
I wiped my tears and stood up straight before unlocking the door and walking in, determined to bottle it up and not talk about it. The faster I avoided Kim Namjoon and everything involving him, the better. I silently worked throughout the day with a tight smile and locked my phone up in the storage area so I wouldn’t see any missed calls or texts. Mal could sense something was up but didn’t push me.
As the clock moved closer to closing time I panicked. He was surely going to come by to walk us back to his shop. “Hey, Mal? I just remembered I have to head back to my place early tonight. Do you mind closing up for me?” I spoke with a shaky voice and Mal’s questioning glance almost broke my act. “Of course. Just take care of yourself.” She spoke sincerely and I let out a breath of relief at her words. I threw off my apron and grabbed my belongings again before heading home. Namjoon would probably try to get me to read the book with him but I couldn’t face him. I walked quickly past the Hideout and his apartment before collapsing into my bed. I made sure to lock my front door and bedroom door for extra precaution.
I screamed into my pillow as I sobbed.
This routine went on for the next three days. I started leaving my phone at my apartment after it died. I didn’t have the energy to look at it or charge it to see the messages I had waiting for me. I opened my door at 5 AM to start my new routine of avoiding Namjoon. I was fearful that he might try to come into my shop during the day but so far he hadn’t. That fear came back like a crashing wave, however, as I heard a body fall onto the floor of my apartment when I opened the front door to leave.
A tired looking Namjoon stood quickly and sighed in relief as he saw me. He reached out to hold my face as he spoke, “Fuck, Moonlight, I’m so glad you’re okay. You haven’t responded to my texts or been at the shop when I stopped by and I was so fucking worried.” He leaned in to kiss me and I pushed his hands off me. He looked confused at my actions but I looked away as anger and hurt filled me.
“Maybe that was for a reason.” I mumbled out as I crossed my shaking hands around my frame. “What? Moon, what’s wrong?” He reached for my hand again and I turned around to walk into my apartment. I heard the door close softly and his quiet footsteps following me. “Baby, you need to let me know-” I spun around at the pet name and pointed shakily at him. “No. You don’t get to call me that. You don’t get to hear about my life or what’s bothering me because it’s you. You’re the problem for me. You need to just stop. Stop kissing me and holding my hand and looking at me like I’m the only girl in your eyes and just making me feel like I’m actually worth something to you. Stop.” I was angry. The tears flowed freely down my face and my hand fell to my side as I finished my words.
Namjoon looked down and shook his head before looking back at me. “Moon, I don’t know what I did but all of that is never going to stop. I never want to stop kissing you or holding your hand or showing you how I really feel about you. You are the only girl in my eyes-” I cut him off with a scoff “Bullshit! How can you just lie like that. I saw the texts that night Namjoon. You fell asleep and when you did you got some texts from another girl. Congratulations, you win. Once again you’ve utterly broken me.”
“What texts? There is no other girl, I promise you. Please, I never meant to hurt you, especially like this.” He was starting to tear up and his voice broke as he finished but I stood my ground. “And I would’ve believed you if I hadn’t seen the texts for myself. I hope you and ‘GM’ are happy together because it seems like you two made it longer than a few hours since you’re already in love.” He scrunched his face up at my words. “Wait. Hold on. GM?” He breathed out a laugh as he spoke. His words cut me like a knife.
“So you used me and cheated on me and can’t even try to act serious about it? Fuck you, Namjoon.” I moved to walk past him and into my bedroom but he grabbed my arm before I could. “Wait, Moon, no. My sister’s name is Geong Min. That’s who you saw text me that night. I’m telling you the truth, you’re the only girl for me.” He turned my body to face him as he spoke with a small smile.
I furrowed my eyebrows at his confession. “You have a sister? Wait, why did she ask you to come over and say that you left quick the last time?” He smiled largely as he spoke. “I went to her place the night I set up the Hideout for us because I had to borrow her blankets and lights. And I also needed her advice on if the date was even a good idea.” I sighed and hugged him close to me. “I’m a fucking idiot, I’m so sorry, Joon.”
He held me against him tightly and moved us side to side. “You’ve always been more than enough for me. You are worth so much to me and to everyone you come into contact with. I know it’s scary to have these feelings, because, Moon, I’m fucking terrified too. But I promise you that you’re all I want. I never want to hurt you and I never want to see us like that again. You’re more than worth it, Moon.” He pulled us slightly apart as he looked into my eyes for his final words and I felt tears welling up again as I smiled.
“You deserve better than someone who can’t love you back the way you need to be. I’ve never felt like this and I know it’s too soon to say I’m in love with you but I know for a fact that I’m falling.” I spoke softly. He smiled and leaned down to press his forehead against mine while I closed my eyes. “Ask me, Moonlight.” He whispered. “Ask me to teach you how to be loved.” He pressed his lips to my forehead then moved down to press a kiss to each cheek and the tip of my nose before pulling back to look in my eyes and wait for my answer.
He returned the smile that grew on my face and laughed as he leaned down to kiss me properly after I spoke softly,“Teach me how to be loved, Joon.”
And he did.
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𝐇𝐞𝐚𝐫𝐭𝐛𝐫𝐞𝐚𝐤 𝐀𝐧𝐧𝐢𝐯𝐞𝐫𝐬𝐚𝐫𝐲
now playing: Heartbreak Anniversary by Giveon
genre: Lots of Angst :( + Slight Fluff.
pairing: Choi San x Reader.
authors note: An early valentines present for sad girls who are single this time around. Also a special 300❤️present for my lovelie muffins. Thanks so much for the support and I’ll continue to present more work. This was inspired by the song Heartbreak Anniversary by Giveon. Highly recommend to listen😊✨Alrighty now enjoy love.
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San’s POV: Today is the day February 14, 2021. The day that I’ll always remember. It’s the day that I’ve fallen in love with you, but also the day we broke up. I can still remember meeting you like it was yesterday...
“Just like the day I met you, I thought forever.”
I always took rides in my motorcycle around the city of Seoul just enjoying the scenery. The night where I ended hitting a lot hole and had to fill air in my tire at my auto shop business that I’ve taken over ever since my father passed away.
I was in a bad place in my life living alone without my dad being around praying that the love of my life would step forth into my shop. It was like the gods answered my prayers. You were so beautiful with your long wavy hair, chocolate brown eyes, soft baby pink lips and not to forget your sparkling smile.
You were panicking and rambling about how you crashed your brothers car and needed to get it fix as soon as possible. I immediately wanted to come to your rescue and in exchange I asked you out right on the spot. You looked at me like I was insane, but didn’t hesitate to say yes.
My life began to slowly change and I was hoping that it would last forever...
“Said that you love me, but that'll last for never”
We were on the talking phase for 4 months and I wanted to be the first to confess. I’m a man with patience, but I had a feeling someone would take you away from me. It was the day where I’ve saved up my money to take you out to the best restaurant in town with the nicest patio view over the city lights of Seoul.
It was the best night of my life. I got to see your first time trying Jajangmyeon and your face lit up when you took the first bite. We even danced on the patio to our favorite song under the moonlight It was the setting to say it.
We both looked at each other and knew at that very moment we both were going to say it, but you beat me to it. “I love you Choi San. I hope you feel the same way about me.”
Of course I love you way more than you can ever imagine. It just turned out that my love for you was much more stronger.
“It's cold outside, like when you walked out my life”
Our 2nd year anniversary and valentines we spent together turned out to be our last. I remember when things started to turn sour the night after we tied the knot. You’ve started to act more distant making it hard for me to reach out to you. I woke up the next morning and noticed that you and your things that you’ve left in my apartment have suddenly disappeared.
I’ve searched all around the city for you your house, grandmothers house, our favorite spot by the puppy cafe, but you were no where to be found. I was starting to lose my mind not having you around.
I went back home decided to take a break and saw your journal you’ve left behind on the kitchen counter. I was shaking not prepared to read what was inside the journal, but just as I predicted she dumped me, left me in Seoul and found someone that she’s planning to marry in a few months.
She felt cheating with her significant other and decided that it was best to end our friends with benefits relationship.
“I’m so sorry San. I have to fix this marriage it’s too important to me. I’m also sorry for hurting you and involving you in my mess of a love life. Unfortunately I can’t be with you and decided to move back to my hometown. I wanted to thank you for all you have taught me down in Seoul. I need to learn from my mistakes and move on from this...”
I couldn’t even read the rest from that point because I was so angry that she didn’t tell me this in person, hell months before we’ve been talking. At the same time, another part of me was heart broken and wished she didn’t have to leave me in the dark. Nothing hurt worst then when my father passed away when I was young, but this might’ve been top tier.
All night I’ve screamed, hollered, cursed, ripped out pages from your journal, whatever I had to do to get rid of the pain.
“I'm buildin' my hopes up. like presents unopened 'til this day”
At the time I was ready to run up to you ready to hold you, squeeze you and tell the world how much I’ve missed you and couldn’t wait to spend our Valentine’s Day together. The first few months I was holding up fine working in my shop fixing motorcycles and Lamborghini’s all day and night, it started to get harder day after day.
I would try to call you every day sending voice mails begging you to come back home and leave that man to be with me. I would visit your grandmother down here everyday asking about you. I would write letters and songs about you every night to get me through the pain.
I would try to even hook up with other woman and get drunk while doing it so I can imagine making love with you, but the feeling was never the same.
Damn it, don’t you understand how badly you hurt me and left me with this emptiness in my now broken heart.
“On these days that feel like you and me Heartbreak anniversary”
Every February it feels like a funeral. I’ve lost the love of my life, my saving grace, my pretty woman and my best mistake.
I know I can’t be sad forever and that I’m better off trying to find another person, but she still lingers in my head every now and then.
I’ve still kept her journal after all this time and wrote notes, pictures and souvenirs from her. Today I plan on ending this once and for all.
I take one last trip to memory lane looking inside the journal as I travel back in time to the moments I had with her. Of course I’m crying about it again smiling like an idiot.
Do you ever think of me? Cause I still think of you...
I’ve finally closed that chapter in my life and threw her journal in the fire pit burning away my thoughts and memories we had together. This was the hardest thing I’ve ever had to do in my life, but now I can finally stand tall and continue on living my life without her.
💔 💔 💔 ❤�� 💔 💔 💔
Thanks so much for reading this much. Let me know what you guys think.🥺❤️✨
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Date Headcanons | Everyone
Thought I’d write something for everyone so that I can get used to it & you can see my style of writing.
- Nexus.
Joker { Akira Kurusu }
✧ Akira is definitely the type of partner who indulges in more casual dates. Although he has the money & resources in order to do something more classy due to his moonlighting as a Phantom Thief, he prefers more quaint locations where both himself & his partner can enjoy each other’s company instead of the location.
✧ He fundamentally believes that if he can enjoy himself around his significant other without needing to spend vast amounts of money, he’s found someone he can rely on for life. His life is naturally very very stressful so he finds solace in moments where he can simply be himself.
✧ During the date itself, he is the epitome of a gentleman { he does have max Charm, after all! }. Offering to pay for the meal; blatantly flirting but not crossing any unspoken boundaries; Casual touches of affection to fluster them. All in all, Akira simply enjoys having company that’s not related to Phantom Thief business & having someone who doesn’t only want to see him in order to seek out comfort.
Skull { Ryuji Sakamoto }
✧ Another one who likes casual dates. However, he is much less formal about it. Although confident on the outside, on the inside he is very nervous about a date. Ryuji is of the opinion that if he cannot be himself during a date, it would not feel natural. So, he takes his significant other places that seem like fun.
✧ Being the athletic type, Ryuji encourages his significant other to run with him. It is rather cathartic and good training. Starting out with shorter routes, they would be encouraged by him all throughout. Afterwards, there’s a high chance that the two of them would head out for ramen together as a ‘ treat ’.
✧ Other ideas would include the arcade or simply heading to his house. Introducing his partner to his mother is a key part of the relationship, since he desperately wants them to like each other { it wouldn’t be difficult, Ryuji’s mother is just as sweet as his son!! }.
Panther { Ann Takamaki }
✧ There are two types of dates with Ann: Food dates & Fashion dates.
✧ Food dates are usually more common. They consist of going to a restaurant she recommends or finding a dessert and ordering two. Ann encourages her significant other to try new things & expand their horizons much like how she’s trying to strengthen her heart.
✧ Fashion dates occur when Ann’s side job as a model comes into play. If she is in need of new clothes for a particular style or wants to try something new, it is likely to be turned into a date.
✧ Ann knows exactly what fits the body type of her partner & clothes that would make them look good. She wants them to be able to express themselves and feel good about it at the same time!!
✧ In return, all that is asked of them is that they honestly critique the clothing choices she has selected out for herself { she looks great in everything though }.
Fox { Yusuke Kitagawa }
✧ Yusuke’s interpretation of dates is... Strange. No matter what, it has to be visually stimulating & help inspire him in his career of art. He would die for art without a second thought and that reflects in his choices of location.
✧ For example, Inokashira Park is a perfect spot. It costs little money, has beautiful scenery & has a relaxing atmosphere. Throughout the entire experience, there is small gestures of casual affection. Not enough for people to be staring but just enough for it to be noticeable by them.
✧{ After his scuffle with searching for true beauty with Akira, he learns a little more about social ettique & how the boat ride they took could have been misinterpreted as a date. }
✧ However... Sometimes he forgets that going to places costs money. If a local art museum has a special showing, Yusuke will buy two tickets impulsively & invite his significant other to the event. Then he’ll be crushed by the reality of the train fares.
Queen { Makoto Niijima }
✧ At first, Makoto has no idea how to plan a date. She would definitely flunk a test about love, so to speak. However, it is very endearing. Study dates would be the most common, where they could go over any material either of them didn’t understand in classes. She prides herself over being able to assist her significant other.
✧ Once she becomes more adapted to stereotypical teenage life, there is a higher likelyhood of more outdoorsy dates. Her favourite spot is Chinatown because of all the vastly different stores and foods.
✧ She finds it a relaxing experience to people watch. Usually it’s done through the window of a cafe where she offhandedly comments about how different people are dressed & how they interact with each other. Makoto is very insightful.
Oracle { Futaba Sakura }
✧ Going anywhere is mostly out of the question. Futaba struggles with socialising & although she is trying her best to open up a little more, it will be an ongoing process.
✧ Playing video games until 3am or talking about the latest manga edition released from the comfort of her bedroom is one of her favourite things to do with a significant other. It is the one time where she feels comfortable to talk & even if they do not quite understand every thing she is saying, she is very happy to go into depth and explain.
✧ However, there would be one or two occasions where Futaba wants to push herself & go out somewhere. Beforehand, Sojiro would be lecturing her partner about keeping her safe & making sure she’s okay but wishes the two of them a good time.
✧ Although there’s moments where Futaba is overstimulated & needs a break, it is a fun experience! Akihabara is definitely a good place to start & buying a game as a reward for braving it will earn them a beaming smile of sunshine.
Noir { Haru Okumura }
✧ Haru has very few qualms about spending extravagant amounts of money on a single date. She thinks like a celebrity & aims to impress her significant other. Just because she spends a lot of money does not mean she is not thoughtful, though. Most dates will be something her significant other has mentioned interest in. She pays attention!!
✧ Throughout the entire outing, she is not afraid to initiate physical contact. Holding hands is a common & subtle gesture that she never really achieved with her previous marriage so she cherishes gentle intimacy.
✧ However, it eventually becomes known that she prefers cheaper & more heart-to-heart style dates. Making a picnic for her partner with the vegetables / fruits from her garden brings unparalleled joy. Especially when they give advice and talk about the taste & how they could improve. Her dream is to run a homegrown café after all!!
Crow { Goro Akechi }
✧ Akechi is either the most gentlemanly man anyone has ever been on a date with or he wants to unwind from a stressful day. Dates are few & far between with his particularly busy schedule, alongside the influence of his female fans bothering him particularly turns him off the idea most of the time.
✧ So, there are two solutions: Dates that are indoors so that no one knows where they are & incredibly extravagant dates that the media cannot gain access to.
✧ Indoor ones usually involve attending the Jazz Club in Kichijoji. It is a relaxing place with few people to bother his significant other, since there are few that know about the place. Throughout the entire occasion, he makes light conversation and is hesitant about accepting physical contact for fear of his reputation but eventually settles on taking his gloves off and interlocking hands with them.
✧ The other solution is usually reserved for special occasions. Although Akechi is wealthy due to his work as a detective, he is more deliberate with his purchases and understands the value of money. In these situations, he intentionally plays up his role as a detective prince & is even more suave than Akira. There is a lot of flirtation in a very polite manner, almost as if testing the waters.
✧ Although he genuinely enjoys these sessions, it is his job to play the role of a prince, even for his significant other. Akechi is practised at pretending.
Violet { Sumire Yoshizawa }
✧ Incredibly flustered at first, no matter what happens. Every step with her is filled with stuttering & a face the same colour as her hair but she’s willing to try her best!!
✧ Absolutely wants her significant other to come to her routines & competitions. If they are not there, she feels incomplete. It throws her game off which in turn creates more issues in the future.
✧{ At some point, her coach comes to speak to them and essentially demands they be at every session so Sumire can achieve her best. }
✧ Sumire also really likes different scenery. The aquarium in Shinagawa is a breathtaking sight from her perspective. No pressure to perform & the ability simply be herself allows for a much more natural date.
{ Yuuki Mishima }
✧ Mishima is much like Futaba in that he would prefer a date indoors. Although he is more confident after everything that happened with Kamoshida, he is still more shocked that he actually has a significant other.
✧ Most of his spare time when not doing schoolwork is spent on running the Phansite so when Mishima wants to spend time with them, he prefers low energy activities at home such as watching a movie with snacks or sitting & talking together.
✧ If he ever attempted to take them out somewhere, it would be adorable. There would be a lot of doting on them and ensuring that they’re having a good time & he needs this validation because of his self esteem issues. { Telling Mishima that the date was fun or that they enjoyed it will result in an adorable smile & red face }.
{ Hifumi Togo }
✧ Much like Yusuke, Hifumi enjoys dates with her significant other that are practical. If there’s a new book on some of the lastest Shogi techniques, she’ll take them to the bookstore in Jinbocho & make a date out of it.
✧ Although she sometimes struggles to articulate her feelings properly, it is often made up for with the purchase of a gift. Nothing expensive since she is still a high school student but instead something deeply personal that will mean a lot, such as a piece of jewellery or a particular book they are interested in.
✧ Also loves going to the church in Kanda for a practice game. Even if they are not very good at Shogi, she’ll teach them how to play and encourages them to develop their own style of play. After each game, she analyses all of the different moves used in that game & how they changed the game.
Word Count: 1.7k
Publish Date: 25.09.20
#persona 5#persona 5 royal#p5r#persona 5 x reader#akira kurusu x reader#ryuji x reader#ann x reader#yusuke x reader#makoto x reader#futaba x reader#haru x reader#akechi x reader#sumire x reader#mishima x reader#hifumi x reader#persona 5 imagines
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SO YOU WANT TO GET INTO TWYLEXIS
(a fic rec post - last updated 10/31/2021)
11/25/20: I have been talking to a lot of people about The Good Ship Twylexis, and when @earnmysong asked me for some fic recs, I could not resist! Below are some of my favorites, organized by length. This is not intended to be an exhaustive list, and is simply composed of some of the ones I’ve read. I hope you check them out!
10/31/21: Nearly a year later, the fandom has grown by leaps and bounds! I've been able to add many excellent Twylexis fics to the below list. I tried to keep these recs focused on fics in which they are either the only ship or a substantial part of the narrative, so while there are many fics nowadays that have Twylexis as a side pairing, those will not be listed below. Now that we can be more choosy, I've also removed fics that featured Twylexis as part of a throuple or moreple (so that I can hopefully do a fic rec list for that specifically in the future!)
So I see Alexis is getting back out there. (Short Reads)
in the middle of the deep blue night – T – 577 – by @hullomoon
Alexis is all alone at the party, that is, until Twyla joins her.
in the hack – G – 2K – by thingswithwings
After Ted, and before the Next Thing, Alexis joins a curling team. She's great at it, because, what, like it's hard?
Icarus had the right idea – T – 4K – by Luthor
In which Alexis convinces Twyla to take her to the beach, and has an okay-time I guess.
never saw you coming, never be the same – G – Podfics! 15 minutes in total – by DelilahMcMuffin, GoLBPodfics, & Amanita_Fierce
Three different perspectives from Twyla Sands and Alexis Rose's first Pride spent together as a couple.
to be your harbor – E – 4K – by @doublel27
Twyla uses some of her money on things that are special to her. Alexis is special to Twyla. Luckily, Twyla is precious to Alexis.
and it's just around the corner darling, 'cause it in lives in me (no, I could never give you peace) – T – 3K – by beepbedeep
She’s what people call the worst, most pointless kind of celebrity, a socialite, and she does it better than anyone else. It’s good, she knows it’s good, she’s serving her purpose, playing her part perfectly, and if she doesn’t really know how to be alone with herself, how to handle the actual weight of her life when the gossip blogs get bored and the photographers stop showing up for a while, that’s fine.
i knew from the beginning (it was you from the beginning) – T – 1K – by @anniemurphys
Twyla and Alexis celebrate, at a distance.
i took an arrow to the heart – G – 3K – by @sarahlevys and @landofsonlali
Twyla calls Alexis in celebration of the fourth anniversary of their friendship, and the conversation shifts to their feelings for each other. Together, they start to explore the intricacies of love and relationships.
aflame – T – 4K – by @pretendtofly
Alexis has a few days left in Schitt's Creek after the wedding and Twyla wants to spend them all together.
could be your baby, ride the same whip (oh no, no, there's no slowin' down) – T – 3K – by @turningtimeinthetardis
Alexis doubts anything too surprising will happen when she and Twyla decide to go on a little shopping spree (such as they can afford, that is) at one of Elmdale’s boutiques. Maybe they’ll encounter some truly hideous blends of patterns, but nothing stranger than that.
After all, if there’s one thing Schitt’s Creek and the surrounding suburbs can offer, it’s quiet predictability.
I weigh a hundredandfuckingsomething pounds (that makes me almost good) – G – 2K – by beepbedeep
Her legs don’t look good, but half of the girls she knows have legs that look even worse, smiles that are even more shark-toothed or arms that are even less toned, and she reminds herself that these are just the rules', that she knows the rules and knows where she’s failing, but other people are failing more.
shining, shimmering, splendid – G – 1K – by @davidbrewer
Twyla finally starts spending some of her lottery winnings on things that make her smile, and learns how much she loves to travel. Who better to show her around the world than Alexis?
ask 'em my questions and get some answers – G – 1K – by @lilythesilly
Alexis and Twyla meet at Disneyland.
a handprint on my heart – T – 4K – by averita
Five times Alexis and Twyla visit each other.
Merry Go Round – T – 2K – by Perkalil
In her first days in town, Alexis is in a rough place; she finds kindness and compassion in the local cafe waitress.
feel you on my skin – E – 1K – by @hullomoon
Alexis notices what Twyla's wearing. She has a lot of feelings about it.
you make everything good – G – by @rosedavid
Twyla has to go and visit her gaggle of cousins for two weeks, and Alexis is pouty about her girlfriend leaving for so long.
didn't ask for this – you freely gave it (so now i watch your mouth for the both of us) – T – 6K – by @turningtimeinthetardis
Alexis chops her name down to three letters like it's nothing.
Twyla thinks about it a lot.
putting roots in my dreamland – G – 4K – by @lilythesilly
A twylexis flowershop au.
(but if baby, i'm the bottom) you're the top – E – 3K – by @sarahlevys
Five times Twyla tops Alexis, and one time she lets Alexis top her.
three o'clock – E – 2K – by @schittyfic
Two tipsy girlfriends thirst over the hot, bearded guy across the bar.
shivers – E – 5K – by @anniemurphys
Alexis has a long day in an airport, and Twyla wants to take care of her.
This Stupid, Wonderful, Boring, Amazing Job – G – 1K – by @lilythesilly
A cute lil 'The Office' AU.
in calm or stormy weather – T – 4K – by @anniemurphys and @landofsonlali
On National Siblings Day, Alexis spends the day with her favorite brother Patrick, and David bonds with Twyla.
all i need is to see your face – G – 1K – by @wild-aloof-rebel
Alexis has doubts. Twyla knows how to soothe them.
got a fistful of four leaf clovers – T – 1K – by iphigenias
Two weeks before Christmas Alexis calls David.
“So I think I like someone,” she says.
all i want is you – T – 1K – by @landofsonlali
alexis is too restless to cuddle and worries about being a good partner to twyla who loves cuddling. twyla reassures her.
Fifty Shades of Gruyere – E – 2K – by @schittposting
Alexis and Twyla eat cheese and fuck.
I dreamt about you last night – G – 930 – by sonichallows
Alexis has a romantic dream about Twyla and tells her about it the next day.
Mistletoe – T – 2K – by in48frames
Alexis and Twyla go ice skating.
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Twy, what are you doing here? You could be anywhere, doing anything. (Medium Reads)
Twyla's Cafe Podcast, An Alexis Rose Production, Produced by Alexis Rose (with help from Twyla) – T – 6K – by @whetherwoman
Twyla and Alexis start a podcast, and accidentally have some feelings along the way.
Crystal Clear – G – 6K – by @imalittlebitgogirl
Twyla and Alexis meet at a Winter Solstice celebration and bond over being newcomers...with more connections than they first realize.
take me out (and take me home) – M – 7K – by @anniemurphys and @landofsonlali
When Twyla’s Thanksgiving plans fall through at the last minute, Alexis flies back to Schitt’s Creek.
know that i’m yours (to keep) – T – 8K – by @anniemurphys
Five times Alexis and Twyla talk at Café Tropical.
And one time they talk somewhere else.
I Offer You My Heart – G – 10K – by @landofsonlali, with art and podfic by @sunlightsymphony
Twyla is the owner of a coffee shop in Schitt's Creek and Alexis is a frequent customer, featuring pining, flirtation, and a whole lot of beverages and baked goods.
Oh Please, Not Now – T – by in48frames
“Oh,” Twyla says. “Yeah. Schitt’s Creek is super haunted."
Ladies Night Inn – T – 15K – by @imalittlebitgogirl
What if Twyla had accepted Alexis' invitation to a ladies night in her motel room after she and Mutt broke up?
i'm your moonlight, you're my star – M – 14K – by @sarahlevys and @anniemurphys
Twyla and Alexis spend the holidays together.
and the stars look very different today – T – 12K – by @hullomoon, with art from @hagface
Teaming up with a group of talented women, Alexis plans her next job
Hide Your Diamonds, Hide Your Exes – T – 8K – by @middyblue
Alexis may or may not be a diamond thief. Twyla is the FBI agent tasked with finding her.
heaven is a place not too far away – T – 8K – by @sarahlevys
Alexis' soulmate mark – the ability to sing – triggers when she moves to Schitt's Creek.
Pretty Follies – T – 9K – by @treepyful
Alexis and Twyla team up to play matchmaker for Stevie and Ruth.
Unfortunately, the course of true love never did run smooth.
Everything That We'd Ever Need – E – 12K – by @middyblue
5 times Twyla went skinny-dipping and 1 time she wore a dress.
Rollin' With the Homies – T – 9K – by @sarahlevys
The Clueless AU.
Phasers Set to Stunning – T – 9K so far (WIP – 2/4 chapters published) – by @kindofspecificstore
Patrick wins passes to San Diego Comic Con, and takes his best friend Twyla with him. Alexis Rose, rising star of Galactic Sunrise Bay, is attending for the first time and has her eyes on a super cute cosplayer.
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I was thinking we could have a little ladies' night at my place. (Long Reads)
you and i and nobody else - E – 124K so far (WIP – 7/10 chapters published) – by @sarahlevys and @anniemurphys
Twyla Sands and Alexis Rose meet on Mutt’s season of The Bachelor.
Maybe If You Stayed – E – 14K – by @fraudulentzodiac
“Years down the line, this is the moment she will look back on as the moment she should have known she was in love.“
your body’s poetry (speak to me) – E – 19K – by @anniemurphys
Ballet AU.
I’ve Only Ever Wanted Fire – M – 26K – by @sarahlevys, with art from @rhetoricalk
Written for the prompt: Twyla is a real estate agent specializing in properties that are haunted or possessed. Alexis is looking for a new apartment.
Silence Lay Steadily – E – 44K – by @davidbrewer
A ghost story loosely inspired by The Haunting of Hill House.
like glass from sandy ground – M – 18K – by @middyblue
Five times Alexis ran from grief, and one time she didn't.
Taste of a Poison Paradise – M – 15K – by @lilythesilly
Be gay do crimes but make it a Harley Quinn AU.
Half of My Soul, as the Poets Say – E – 20K – by mixtapesandsunsets
Yes, she imagines telling the Alexis of two years ago, who had felt so untethered sitting next to Twyla outside these very rooms. You believe in fate. Your fate is right in front of you, Lex, you just need to reach out to meet it. It’s her. It has always been her.
#twylexis#alexis x twyla#twyla x alexis#twyla sands#alexis rose#schitt's creek#schitt's creek fic#fic recs
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Valentines with Pro-Hero’s
(These are going to be much shorter then Monday’s because those tired me out of ideas lol, so are the rest cause school)
Tuesday
Hawks
Hawks woke you up by tickling you with his feathers, as he did most days. He wore his normal cheeky grin.
“K-Keigo!” You giggled. “St-stop it! I-I can, can barely breath!”
He laughed, quickly stopping.
After getting yourslef back together and waking up fully, you ask him what he wanted to do today, probably his only day off in months.
“Maybe just stay in? I never see you that much most of the time cause of work, so?”
“Staying in would be nice.” You shrugged. “Hm… wanna get five buckets of KFC?”
He kissed your forehead. “Sounds like a good ass time.”
You took the whole day watching movies and trash tv. You cuddled, trying very hard not to get crumbs all over yourselfs.
When after you shower, he wraps you in his wings and hugs you from behind, wanting to feel your soft, warm just-outta-the-shower skin.
You giggle, and hold onto his wings in front of you, running your hands through them.
Earning a rightfull chirp outta of Keigo, his bird like tendencies kicking in.
When you go to bed he has one wing and arm on top of you, the other held to his chest because his arms always fell asleep under you.
EraserHead
He groaned, really not wanting to have to go the school and watch all the students as each other out and kissing in the halls.
And of course, as normal, his loud groans woke you up.
“Muffin? Oh, groaning about work again?” You chuckle. He had woken up many hours before school, around 5 in the morning, as normal. You were used to this by now, and changed your schedule to fit it.
“Yeah… ya know, it’s Valentine’s Day today. I should be spending time with you, my lover, the perosn I’m married to, and not spend my whole day with a bunch of annoying, lovesick teenagers.”
You kissed his cheek, laying on your side. “You love them.”
He rolled his eyes, giving a small “maybe, maybe not.”
You smirked. “M’kay, muffin. I’m gonna go get breakfast, how about until you have to get ready, you just stay in bed?”
He smiled up at you and nodded. Clearly grateful for the offer.
You poured him his usually cereal, he hated every else, and poured some water, bringing it to him
He sat up when you walked in, a small smile on his face.
“Here ya go, muffin.” You kissed his cheek, sitting the food on the side table.
Once he went to work, you chilled out and stayed in bed, watching YouTube for the rest of the day.
Once he got home you yet him rant about how annoying it was to see his wonderful students get rejected, and how he found how some couple who had only been together for a few weeks already say “I love you”
All Might
He often got off days now, since he’s not the all powerful All Might, who is impossible to defeat anymore.
When he wakes up, he lets you sleep in. He would look down to your head leaning on his chest, and just smile.
Once you wake up he asks if you want to make breakfast with him, but your clearly tired and not having enough energy to make something yet.
So, he made you breakfast (and himself lol)
He came back to the bedroom with a grin, seeing you up and getting ready for the day.
“Hey Toshi!” You smiled from the closet, walking over to your husband and kissed his jawline. (This man is 7’2 what do you expect)
“Morning Darling, your finally awake!”
You nodded, and take his wrist, leading him to the dining table. “Come on, that food looks good, and I’m hungry.”
After a few hours to yourselves, you decided to visit the dorms with the students. Toshi said you should bring some food, so on the way you grabbed some dumplings.
“We’re here!” Toshi called loudly through the doors, startling everyone in the common room.
“All Might! Y/n!” Midoryia cheered, running up to you two from his spot on the couch.
“Good morning Midoryia my boy!” All Might smiled.
“Hey kiddo.” You smiled, walking into the kitchen and setting down the dumplings. “We got dumplings, kiddos.” 
Everyone came into the common room for some food.
Some stayed and chatted to you and the others for a while, while others came down and thanked you, going back to their dorms quickly.
Once the day and ended and you were back on the way to your shared house…
“Toshi? Are you even tired yet?” You said, looking up at him, just barely able to get his features in because of the dim moonlight.
“Not that much. I mean, I was really tired after Midoryia insisted on training for a few hours, but after a while that went away.”
“Hm. I’m not that tired either. What do you wanna do?”
A large smile spread on his face, something that seemed so rare now with how troubled he was with the league of villians. Yet tonight, had he already smiled like that a million and one times.
“The night life with All Might and the love of his life!” He cheered, quickly leading you to a local cafe that knew you two by first name.
You played a ton of board games, and had a great night with some friends.
Night life with Toshi is very wholesome.
Fat Gum
Being who he is, aka someone who is very proud of being a hero and enjoys it, decided maybe he should work on Valentines Day. You are his partner, after all.
You lived in two separate apartments, simply because you liked having your own spaces. And you both loved your apartments, why bother to move?
(COUPLES ARE STILL COUPLES IF THEY DONT LIVE TOGETHER EVEN IF ITS SERIOUS!!!!!!!)
So, you go work just like normal. You bring flowers for Toyo, even if some of your friends said “boys don’t want flowers!”
Either way, Toyo definitely had some of Kirishima’s “I will accept and support everyone!” Mindset, so it wouldn’t be a problem.
Once you got to work and went up to his office, he was standing looking out the window. You forgot you came earlier than normal, so he looking for you on the streets now.
“Toyo?” You title your head, walking towards him. He twists he head to you and gasps.
“Your early! Becoming a early bird or just excited?” He smiled.
You nodded and shrugged. “Eh, your warring off on me. You gotta stop sending me good morning texts at 5 am.”
He laughs and offers you some snacks he bought before he came to work.
For most of the day it’s the normal, goofing around, Kirishima and Tamaki come by to visit for a hour or two, and patrol.
Once woke was done, you went to his house.
And because something about today had to be special, you collectively decided to try to cook a big meal.
You had cooked together before, but that was mostly “Put this stuff together and stick it in the oven for a hours then let it cool for a hour” kinda stuff
But this was something PRO CHEIFS SHOULD DO, NOT PRO HEROS
but you didn’t care, as long as you follow the instructions you should be fine.
But because onions are gross (I’m sorry if you onions 😔) and because you didn’t want random things in because “they’ll make it taste werid”
Yeah you didn’t follow instructions
In the end you just ordered the same food, and it was much better.
That night you cuddle while you slept, his hands in your hair and your head tucked into his neck.
Fin.
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