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50 jyn/cassian? 👀
50. the hands of fate (from this prompt list)
After such a crushing defeat, Cassian decides that what he and his teammates really need is another round, and since everyone else is still arguing over the finer points of the last question, he decides it’s up to him to make that happen. Luckily, the bar is not particularly crowded at that moment, so he’s able to get the attention of the bartender right away.
“What can I get for you?” she asks, leaning slightly across the bar to hear him better.
It takes him a minute to remember why he’s there, because he’s been doing trivia at this bar for the last few months and he’s never seen this bartender before, which is only notable because she’s exceptionally pretty. She’s got bright green eyes, and hair that manages to be messy in a way he suspects might actually be fashionable, and she’s wearing a black tank top that shows off some very cool-looking tattoos on her biceps. The usual Thursday night bartender barely even looks at him when she takes his order, let alone going so far as to actually speak to him in full sentences.
“Did you want to order something?” she asks, warily, and her expression shutters in the way of an experienced customer service professional who’s used to dealing with drunk people and skeevy men with alarming frequency.
Cassian shakes his head, as if to clear his mind so he doesn’t (rightfully) earn this bartender’s wrath by staring for another minute. “Yeah, sorry,” he says, adopting what he hopes is a genial expression. “We just got our asses handed to us at trivia, so my cognitive function hasn’t fully returned yet.”
The bartender offers him a half-smile at that and nods. “Take your time.”
“Uh, I think I’m just going to get another round for everyone,” Cassian says, and then rattles off his team’s drink orders. The bartender nods and, even though she doesn’t stop to write it down, he has a feeling she’s got it memorized.
She starts making a drink in front of him, and only looks up a moment later when she realizes he’s still there. “I can bring them over when I’m done,” she says, pointing her chin in the direction of his table while her hands are occupied pouring vodka into a cocktail shaker.
“Oh, right,” Cassian says, stupidly. “That would be great. I, uh, already mentioned my brain’s not working, right?”
She laughs a little, which feels sort of like a victory, and shakes her head. “Must have been a tough loss.”
“We came this close to winning for once!” he can’t help griping. “But no one on my team knew the names of the three Fates in Greek mythology.”
The bartender tosses the shaker from side to side in a practiced motion, and gives him a barely interested look. “You mean, the Moirai?” she asks.
Cassian barely stops himself from gaping at her. “I, uh, think they wanted the individual names, actually.”
“Oh, so like Clotho, Lachesis, and Atropos, then?”
“Jesus, do you write the questions?”
She smiles and pulls a glass out from under the counter. “No,” she says, as she deftly pours the contents of the shaker into the glass. “I just went through a very intense Greek mythology phase when I was a kid.”
“Thank god. I was beginning to think I was just stupid!”
“The two ideas are not mutually exclusive,” she replies, breezily, as she tosses an olive into the drink. “I’ll bring your drinks right over, unless you want me to keep talking to you about mythology.”
There actually isn’t anything Cassian wants more at the moment, but he’s already lost so much dignity at trivia that he can’t afford to lose anymore getting shut down by this beautiful bartender, so he nods and thanks her before he heads back to his table. Bodhi has finally stopped reading Wikipedia on his phone (a time-honored post-loss tradition for them) and is sitting with his head resting on Taidu’s shoulder. Melshi, on the other side of the table, is slumped in his chair, staring into the dregs of his beer.
“Another round incoming,” he says, clapping Melshi on the shoulder.
“Thank god,” Melshi replies, sitting up.
“We are bad at trivia,” Bodhi proclaims, which is also a time-honored tradition.
“We did better this time,” Taidu counters.
“Yeah, but we still lost.”
“Progress over perfection.”
“Stop being reasonable,” Melshi groans. “The wound is still too fresh.”
“You know what’s great for treating wounds?” a voice over Cassian’s shoulder asks. “Alcohol!”
The beautiful bartender appears then, with their drinks on a small tray and starts depositing them on the table, where Taidu immediately helps divvy them up to their respective recipients.
“What are you doing here?” Bodhi asks her, which seems like an odd response. Cassian looks between the two of them, puzzled.
“I told you I was working tonight,” the bartender replies, resting the now-empty tray on her hip.
“No, you didn’t.”
“I sent you a text!”
“Oh,” Taidu says. “That was your first mistake. He never reads his texts.”
“Shut up,” Bodhi says, thumping him lightly on the shoulder. “I read texts! I even reply to them! I am a functional person!”
Taidu and the bartender scoff at the same time, and Cassian is definitely missing something.
“So, why are you working tonight?” Bodhi asks, before Cassian can figure out a way to ask what’s going on without seeming rude. “I mean, I read your text, for sure, but like…remind me?”
“Kennel no-call, no-showed and Baze asked me to fill in.”
“What?! Tell me everything!”
“I just did. She didn’t call out or give notice so I have no idea what happened.”
“Okay, that’s more boring than I expected,” Bodhi says, sounding disappointed. “I always thought she’d get fired for coming after you with a knife or something.”
“You and me both, buddy,” the bartender says.
“Kennel is the usual Thursday night bartender?” Taidu asks, speaking for all of them.
“Yeah,” Bodhi says. “She’s fucking nuts.”
“Good riddance,” she agrees. Then, she turns her attention to Cassian, pointing at him with her elbow. “I put the drinks on your tab, by the way.”
Cassian blinks at her in surprise. “Oh, right. Yeah. Good. Did I—sorry, I don’t think I gave you my name, so…”
“No, but I know Bodhi, which means I also know Taidu, naturally, and I’ve met Melshi before, so I guessed you were probably Bodhi’s other co-worker, Cassian, who he does trivia with but whom I’ve never met and there was a card with that name behind the bar, so…”
“Okay, seriously, are you some kind of savant or something? Between this and knowing all of the trivia answers…”
She smiles. “I have the distinct advantage of being more sober than almost everyone in the room, which gives the impression of genius where there is none.”
“Bodhi, you didn’t tell Cassian your roommate worked here, did you?” Taidu asks suddenly, sounding amused.
Bodhi smacks himself on the forehead. “She doesn’t normally work Thursdays,” he admits, miserably, before looking up. “Cassian, this is my roommate, Jyn. She works here.”
“Jyn. Right,” Cassian says, feeling some puzzle pieces slot into place. “I’ve heard a lot about you. It’s nice to finally meet.”
“Same,” she says, extending a hand for him to shake and giving him a mysterious smile. “Though Bodhi did say you were the ringer on the trivia team, and you didn’t even know the names of the Moirai.”
“Cassian is the ringer,” Melshi says, “which just goes to show how terrible the rest of us are.”
“I think Kay was technically our ringer,” Cassian replies.
“Until he got perma-banned,” Bodhi adds, dejectedly.
“Kay?” Jyn asks.
“My roommate,” Cassian specifies. “It was for the best, he argued with the host too much.”
“Oh, that guy,” she says, nodding. “Baze and Chirrut have his picture hung up in the office. We throw darts at it, uh, lovingly.”
Cassian waves away the sheepish look she gives him. “I live with him. I understand the impulse. Anyway, that’s how Taidu ended up joining us.”
“Lucky them,” he says, raising his glass in a mock toast. “I know nothing, it turns out.”
“I mean, if they ever need someone to answer a question about the intricacies of Formula 1, you’re their man,” Jyn says.
“Taidu watches a lot of F1 at our apartment,” Bodhi explains. “He’s trying to get Jyn into it.”
“It’s not nearly violent enough for my tastes,” she says, mildly. “Anything else before I go back to the bar? Need me to name all the Argonauts, perhaps?”
“Oh, you’re going to be insufferable about this, aren’t you?” Bodhi asks, covering his face with his hands.
“It’s going to be like the eagle, pecking out Prometheus’s liver every day, only it’ll be me taunting you with Greek mythology facts.”
“Mythological facts, huh?” Melshi asks.
“I’m sorry,” Jyn says, leaning in close. “I have trouble hearing people who’ve never won bar trivia in their lives.”
“You’re right,” he replies, holding his hands up in defeat. “You got us there.”
“Next week,” Cassian says emphatically, “is going to be our week. I’m calling it.”
The pitying look Jyn gives him before she leaves their table does nothing to bolster his confidence—nor does it quell the spark of attraction he felt when he first saw her. He was really hoping the revelation that she’s Bodhi’s roommate might help with that, but no such luck. If anything, he likes her more now; Bodhi has always talked about Jyn in glowing terms and Cassian can see now that she lives up to her reputation.
He realizes only a little belatedly that he’s been watching her walk away, which feels like a bridge too far, and catches Melshi giving him an unimpressed look. He schools his expression into something overly innocent and Melshi snorts before returning his attention to his beer.
They hang around, replaying their demoralizing defeat for the tenth time and vowing (as always) to do better next time, until their drinks are finished and then everyone gets ready to leave. Melshi heads off for the train with a sardonic salute and Taidu and Bodhi head off in search of a cab, while Cassian lives close enough that he’s just going to walk home. He is already halfway out the door when he realizes he left his credit card at the bar.
He does a heel turn and heads back in, waiting at the least crowded corner of the bar until he can get someone’s attention. He’s seen a few people milling around behind the bar all night, but as far as he can tell Jyn is the only bartender on and she’s the only one there now, which means she’s busy, so he settles in to wait once he catches her eye and she gives him a nod to say she’ll be right with him.
“Sorry about that,” she says, when she finally makes her way over to him around five minutes later. “We’re short-staffed, as you know. I didn’t know Thursdays were this busy!”
“No problem,” Cassian says, signing his receipt and handing it back to her while he pockets his card. “I’ve got nowhere to be.”
Jyn drums her fingers on the bar as she considers him. “You should know,” she says, after obvious deliberation, “I only date people who win at bar trivia.”
He could not possibly have heard that correctly. “I…what?”
“I think it’s only fair that you know this about me, since you’re making your interest known.”
“I wasn’t—that’s not what—I wasn’t saying I’ve got nowhere to be like that, just that I wasn’t in a hurry! I was not trying to—”
“Sure.”
“I’m serious. It was just an expression!”
She treats him to the most exaggerated, patronizing nod of all time. “Right. And you were absolutely not checking me out earlier.”
“I was not doing that,” Cassian says, and it’s frankly embarrassing how transparent of a lie it is.
“I don’t blame you,” Jyn says, shrugging her shoulders. “I’m very cute.”
“Huh. Now that you mention it…”
She smiles, one of those mysterious, knowing ones he finds so intriguing. “Bodhi did always say he thought you and I would get along if we ever met.”
“Too bad you have such high standards,” he replies, easily. “I could think of a few ways we could get along better.”
“Well, there’s always next week,” she offers.
“You mean, next week when we’re going to win trivia and you’re going to give me your number? That next week?”
Jyn shakes her head, but he can see she’s fighting a smile. “I admire your optimism.”
“Get ready to admire my intellect too,” he says, “when I win bar trivia.”
“Whatever you say, Cassian.”
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“So,” Cassian says, as he leans up against the bar a week later after trivia has wrapped up, “are you absolutely sure you couldn’t be talked into dating someone much much dumber than you?”
Jyn’s answering laugh, surprised and delighted and unrestrained, makes him feel so much prouder of himself than winning trivia ever could. Not that he knows for sure, of course, never having done the latter, but if he had to guess.
#PHEW OKAY#hi ani I’m so sorry this took me legit six months to write I hope you like it!!!#literally get this away from me I can’t edit it anymore 🫠#taylor swift song prompts#wovesaxe#ask#writing prompts#rebelcaptain#cassian andor#jyn erso#jyncassian#jyn x cassian#i don’t remember what my most common tag for them is ooooop#rogue one#you can tell Bodhi is my number one boy because I gave him all my ADHD in this fic#also I kinda feel like Jyn and Melshi would get along really well but like specifically in a super bitchy way#if that makes sense#anyway i should have finished editing this like two hours ago BYE#homelywenchsociety#that’s me!#that’s my writing tag don’t worry abt it#my guarantee is that I will finish a prompt you send me it just might need to haunt me for 8 months or more first
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WIPS & 2024 Plans!
Hey ya’ll. So as hinted at I have a lot of ideas and works in progress so wanted to kind of do a little summary and tease some of the stuff I’m currently throwing around and kind of give and make a plan of action for the coming year regarding my content here.
I finally finished the office kinktober prompt after nearly two months of it being half written as said in the authors note, I am giving up on the idea of kinktober/kink til Christmas altogether. But there are still a few ideas that came from that list I do really want to write which will be included in the future ideas portion of this post but yeah… let’s just start with the current WIPs and what’s gonna come first.
Current WIPS (with summaries)
In order of completion with rough estimate of posting!
Spiders and Lace
1920s Mob Spider-Man Au where Peter starts dating a young socialite in order to get to her criminal brother.
(First Part releasing this December)
The Secrets We Keep
A Jeb Pyre (Under The Banner of Heaven) multi chapter story. Jeb is starting a new job in a new town after the Lafferty case where he meets an old school friend. Both of them are running from their hometown and hiding secrets, but will those secrets crush this new budding romance?
(Series starting in January, date to be announced)
WIPS Currently On The Shelf
These have all either been teased and parts not posted or one or two parts posted then currently abandoned. I have stuff written for these and aim to go back to them at some point I just don’t know if or when.
I Will Always Find You
A multiple part Pedro and Oscar character’s fic featuring different linked AUs looking at the idea of past lives and reincarnating with the same souls.
(I keep picking this up and putting it back down but I love the idea and it means so much to me and I want to do it right, so until I can do it justice, it’s on the shelf.)
Metanoia
When Mando takes on a job to retrieve a kidnapped young senator, the two of them end up on a journey that has Mando questioning his whole way of life.
(I have posted the first chapter of this but may take it down as I don’t know when I’ll go back to this idea and I think I want to adjust it anyway. This is basically just a story to really go into what I wanted from Mando’s journey meeting other mandalorians and how it makes him question his creed seeing how other mandalorians live and getting to really explore that inner turmoil.)
Future/2024 Ideas
Some of these may get written some time next year, some of them may come later, some may never get written at all, but I wanted to share my thoughts anyway.
No Body No Crime
Based on the Taylor Swift song, this is a murder mystery that would feature multiple crossover characters from Dave York (the murdered husband), Joel Miller (the accomplice lover), Jeb Pyre (the detective) and possibly a few other characters from across the Pedro, Andrew and Oscar character lists. I love this song and I do have a whole list of ideas just based on Taylor Swift songs which may become their own mini series with a song for each album, but I really want to write a multi chapter fic based on this song.
Untitled Joel Miller Fic
I already made a post with this idea. Inspired by the Mummy, as I feel Rick O’Connell and Joel Miller give me similar energy. However instead of fighting Mummies we’d be fighting Infected to hunt down different artefacts a particular bookish main character wants to protect and preserve. Think road trips, myths, history and unlikely allies with ridiculous sexual tension.
Triple Frontier Boys One Shot
I’ve been fantasising about a very naughty TF boys one shot which is pretty much straight smut and one rocking night for reader. I did start writing some bits for this a few nights back, but didn’t like it the next day but plan to return to it at some point.
Tis The Damn Season
Another of those previously mentioned prompts inspired by Taylor songs, Tis The Damn Season is a Frankie Morales one shot that may come sooner than we think as it’s an idea set at Christmas. Frankie goes back to visit his parents one time a year and always ends up back at your place on Christmas Eve like your very own Santa Claus.
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So those are my current WIPS, ideas and plans. Let me know which you’re most interested in.
#backtothefanfiction#current WIPS#fanfic ideas#pedro character imagines#andrew garfield characters#Joel miller#Taylor swift song prompts#Dave York#Jeb pyre#under the banner of heaven#Spider-Man#au stories#story plans#2024 writing plans#peter parker x reader#andrew!peter parker#the mandalorian#I will always find you#triple frontier#oscar issac characters#works in progress
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heartbreak prompts off taylor swift lyrics
"they tell you that you're lucky but you're so confused, cause you don't feel pretty, you just feel used" the lucky one
"you've got your demons and darling, they all look like me" sad beautiful tragic
"how long will it be cute? all this crying in my room?" nothing new
"I made you my temple, my mural, my sky...now I'm begging for footnotes in the story of your life." tolerate it
"no one knows how much I miss her" the very first night
"that's the kind of heartbreak time could never mend" Cornelia street
"how's your heart after breaking mine?" mr perfectly fine
"desperate people find faith" soon you'll get better
"if the story's over, why am I still writing pages?" death by a thousand cuts
"god rest my soul, I miss who I used to be" would've could've should've
"trying to find a part of me that you didn't touch" death by a thousand cuts
"I can't say hello to you and risk another goodbye" I almost do
"won't let no one break your heart...and even though you want to, please try to never grow up" never grow up
"I guess sometimes we all get just what we wanted" midnight rain
"so I'll say words I don't believe" bigger than the whole sky
"all love ever does is break, and burn, and end." begin again
"just because you're clean don't mean you don't miss it" clean
"you drew stars around my scars, but now I'm bleeding" cardigan
"I never was ready, so I watch you go" champagne problems
"I won't ask you to wait if you don't ask me to stay" tis the damn season
"wasn't it easier in your lunchbox days? always a bigger bed to climb into..." innocent
"I'd like to be my old self again, but I'm still trying to find it" all too well
"and I can go anywhere I want, anywhere I want, just not home." my tears ricochet
"should've kept every grocery store receipt, cause every scrap of yo would be taken from me..." marjorie
"so I'll watch your life in pictures like I used to watch you sleep, and I'll watch you forget me like I used to feel you breathe..." last kiss
#LAST KISS#BUT IN THE PERSPECTIVE OF A PARENT#WATCHING THEIR CHILD GROW UP#AND MOVE AWAY#this is too much#writing prompts#lyralit#prompts#prompt list#Taylor swift#heartbreak prompts#song lyrics
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@usergif 1 Year Celebration: Shuffle Challenge
day 3: Blending | Single-Color Focused | Last Played Song
“Yeah, I showed up at your party
Will you have me? Will you love me?
Will you kiss me on the porch
In front of all your stupid friends?
If you kiss me, will it be just like I dreamed it?
Will it patch your broken wings?”
— betty by Taylor Swift
#usergif1year#stedit#stranger things#strangerthingsedit#dailystrangerthings#strangerthingscentral#tvstrangerthings#mine#my gifs#mileven#mike wheeler#el hopper#lumax#lucas sinclair#max mayfield#taylor swift lyric edit#song lyric edit#i was listening to the eras tour setlist and this was the song i was on when i got these prompts#and i got the idea for this set instantly#these lyrics are just perfect for s3 and s4 lumax and mileven!#the lyric about missing you and both of them having scenes in s4 where they say it#just too perfect#i love them so much#they don't always know what they're doing#fighting inter-dimensional powers and teenagerism at the same time isn't easy#but they're trying their best!#and being adorable doing it#lumax gif#mileven gif
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prompt list: taylor swift lyrics, pt. ii
part i | part iii | eras tour edition
Below are fifty (more) prompts drawn from Taylor Swift’s discography. They can be used as dialogue, within narration, or just as inspiration for fics/moodboards/fanart.
Reblog to use as a call for prompts (one pairing/character with one or more numbers) or just to save for inspiration.
snuck in through the garden gate
know that body like it’s mine
every careless word
the sweetest promise
once upon a time, a few mistakes ago
luck of the draw
I never saw you coming
like an early spring snow
a rollercoaster kind of rush
save all your dirtiest jokes for me
too busy dancing to get knocked off our feet
the long way home
hands around a cold glass
love is a ruthless game
a smile that could light up this whole town
the way you say my name
dreary Mondays
this love came back to me
all there’s left to do is run
sometimes in the middle of the night
twenty seconds or twenty years?
candle wax and Polaroids
don’t want you like a best friend
letters that you never read
whispers turned to talking
blushing all the way home
taxicabs and busy streets
stay in bed the whole weekend
a story that never gets told
they see right through me
when it was magic
you keep his shirt
your eyes look like coming home
loud heartbeats under coats
love me like I’m brand new
see your face in every crowd
her lips on your neck
break my heart in the blink of an eye
phone lights up my nightstand in the black
riding in a getaway car
here on the kitchen floor
they all lead back to you
in your lunchbox days
the ties were black, the lies were white
you’ve called a hundred times
do you know how much I miss you?
the first Old Fashioned
dust off your highest hopes
you've ruined my life
all the rumors are true
#prompt list#writing prompts#taylor swift prompt list#again with a focus on Lover and the albums before it#listen my brain needed a break from the GBBO AU#anyway valentines day is on its way let miss swift sing the song of your people#long post
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You're on your own, kid [TEASER]
Sam Winchester x Fem reader, song based fic, angsty/fluffy, Bobby SInger's daughter reader, brief mentions of alcohol and abusive behavior (John Winchester hate club)
THIS HAS NOT YET BEEN PROOFREAD THIS IS JUST A TEASER!
Summer went away, still the yearning stays..
You remembered those summers well, the ones where Sam and his older brother Dean would be dropped off at your dad, Bobby’s house. The first time you met those boys you remembered how nervous you felt. Growing up you didn’t have much friends, especially not ones who could ever understand you, the things you knew, and the things you felt. You remembered the nights you’d sneak away with the boys while your dad was asleep to sneak beers and talk, ‘course you and Sam had been the apprehensive ones, Dean coaxing you two by calling you two ‘chicken shit’, and so you did it, you snuck out, and you drank, and you felt like normal kids for awhile. There were other times though, when you and Sam went alone. You two were much more dreamy than Dean. You two could sit outside of the house, and stare up at the night sky without even talking. You remembered the way you’d tilt you head to look at Sam when you thought he was so distracted by the constellations, and his own thoughts, and just stare at him, the slope of his nose, even the shaggy overgrown bangs that fell over his forehead, taking in every last detail you could of curvature of his face. You didn’t know what it was then, that feeling, that yearning.
#fanfic#supernatural#fanfiction#writing#fan fiction writer#sam winchester x reader#sam winchester#dean winchester#sam winchester x y/n#sam winchester x you#bobby singer#sam winchester fic#sam winchester fanfiction#supernatural fanfiction#supernatural x you#supernatural x reader#fanfic teaser#fanfiction teaser#song prompt#taylor swift#you're on your own kid#fics im planning#my fics#Spotify
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CONCEPT PLAYLISTS: ROMANCE EDITION ?!??
because i've been DYING to share these. the playlists are usually focused on most of the songs' lyrics. anyway:
|| SHIP TROPES
## enemies to lovers
## friends to lovers
## right person, wrong time
## unrequited love
## codependency / trauma bonding
|| THE THREE KINDS OF LOVE
## the first love : the first glimpse at love
## the second love : "what a fucking mess this is" type of love
## the third love : finally (aka, true love in songs)
|| OTHER
## candy-sweet type of love : the earliest stages of falling in love (similar to the vibes of the first love playlist)
## thought you were somebody else, you : falling for the idea of somebody, rather than for who they actually are
## it would have been you : when you continuously think of what could have been
## there's nothing left here to decode : perfect for getting over a breakup (or just healing from a particular something in your life)
|| TAYLOR SWIFT SPECIFIC:
## the five stages of grief (tv) : in order!
## pining (taylor's version)
## bonus: going insane (taylor's version)
## bonus: crying (taylor's version)
#concept playlists#playlists#music#taylor swift#romance#love#spotify#spotify playlists#music recommendation#music recs#tropes#writing tropes#otp prompts#songs#themed playlist#enemies to lovers#unrequited love#rivals to lovers#friends to lovers#right person wrong time#right person not enough time#breakup#musicblr#writeblr#writing#HEEEEEELP!
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Prompt - ‘Rain came pouring down, when I was drowning, that's when I could finally breathe.’
There were a lot of moments from the last few months that haunted your every waking day and continued to plague you if you ever managed to fall asleep. The fear you felt in those early days, the dead running around as you desperately tried to barricade the doors to your house, the army rolling in with their guns and offering a safe haven only for your family to decide you’d be better off without their help and hiding out until they left. The next few months that followed saw the food running low, water stopped running, autumn nights turning to winter and getting colder.
The image that really wouldn’t leave your head was the clickers. They were fast, some were too fast to track until it was too late. Even now you could still see them pushing down the door, could see them tearing your family into nothing.
You had been out on the street, gathering what little supplies were still useful when you saw it happening. You couldn’t move, the screams carried up the street and you didn’t know how long you stood there for, staring at the only home you’d ever know, the dead flowers in the front yard, the smashed windows and the door that had been knocked off its hinges.
You didn't want to leave but it was too late. You had no idea where to go, didn’t know where the safe havens the army spoke about where but you picked a direction and walked with your head hung low and tears flooding down your face. It was like the world knew it had taken everything from you, as you walked the sky darkened and the heavens opened, rain soaking your clothes within seconds and leaving you even colder than you had been.
When night came you knew you had to make camp somewhere, it wasn’t safe to carry on when you couldn’t see. It was a strange feeling walking the streets whilst trying to find a place to hide for the night, cars had been turned on their sides, windows were smashed in, trash littered the streets and everything just felt eerie, like you were the only person left.
Eventually you came across a building that had long since been abandoned and tiptoed your way into it, holding your breath as you waited for a clicker to jump out at you. When nothing happened you figured it was safe enough and settled down against the wall, your coat around you as a blanket desperately trying to shield you from the cold.
You didn’t sleep much that night, every time you closed your eyes you saw the clickers, saw your family being torn apart, felt the guilt and the overwhelming sadness. You had no idea what you were supposed to do now, the safest option seemed to be to find one of the safe havens the army had spoken about all those months ago but you had no idea where they were.
It seemed the only realistic option you had was to just keep walking and hope you found something, some remains of humanity, some government site overflowing with people.
So that’s what you did, after getting too few hours of rest you pulled yourself back up, searched the building you were in for some supplies and headed out again, just picked a direction and tried to let your mind go empty as you walked. It wasn’t easy though, each step away from your home seemed to get harder and harder until it felt like you were pulling a boulder along with you.
As much as you didn’t want to think it seemed to be all you were capable of, thoughts running wild until you were drowning inside your own mind, desperately trying to breathe but it became harder and harder. Eventually you had to stop and force yourself to breathe normally, to wait for your vision to focus again before you continued on your way.
You had walked for miles, no clue where you were but your feet were aching something fierce by time you called it a night and found another safe place to hide for a few hours. You knew you wouldn’t get any sleep, the day had been long and filled with unpleasant thoughts that had tears streaming down your face, you couldn’t imagine your dreams would give you a rest either.
The next morning you were up before the sun had had a chance to fully rise, not able to appreciate the quietness of the morning or the way the sky filled with a golden light that spread across everything below or the fresh air. Instead the quiet left you feeling unsettled, your mind was too dark to let any of the morning sun light it up and your lungs felt too tight to breathe the air in.
You didn’t know how long you’d been walking for but eventually you stopped in your tracks, passing through a city you heard a noise around the next corner and held your breath, terrified of what you’d find.
So far you hadn’t come across a single person so your thoughts automatically jumped to the source of the noise being clickers. When you peeked your head around the corner as silently as you could you almost sobbed in relief when you saw actual, real people. Sure they didn’t look all too friendly with their guns strapped to them but you figured in this new world it made sense that the only people left alive would be well armed.
You hesitated for a moment, not sure what you should do but one of the men in the group solved the issue for you when he looked up, a gun immediately trained in your direction and everyone else followed suit. You let out a small cry and immediately ducked back behind the wall.
“Come out with your hands up!” One of the men shouted and you hesitated again, these were the first people you’d come across and you needed help, plus they already knew you were here and probably weren’t just going to let you wander off without knowing if you were a threat.
Slowly you walked around the corner, shaky hands raised and took a few steps towards them, meeting the group halfway.
“Well ain’t you a sweet thing.” One of the men grinned at you and you barely held back a shudder of disgust, your gut telling you to run the other way as fast as you could but you ignored it. “You carrying any weapons on you, baby?”
You opened your mouth in an attempt to speak but the words got stuck in your throat so you just shook your head, taking a hesitant step back.
“What you doing out here all alone without a weapon? You workin’ for someone?” A different man asked, thrusting his gun towards you.
“I’m, I’m not working with anybody.” You told them before wincing, maybe it wasn’t the best idea to let them know you were alone out here. “I got separated from my friend, we’re looking for one of those government safe places.”
You watched as a sickening smile spread across the group's lips, a shudder running down your spine as you waited for somebody to speak.
“Hate to break it to ya, sweetheart, but they were lying ‘bout those places,” the first man spoke and you felt your stomach drop, he had to be lying, there was no way this was all that was left of the world. “You think those fuckers were doing anything to help us, nah this is it now, ain’t nobody helping us.”
“What do you mean they were a lie?” You found the courage to ask, convincing yourself he was lying but another part of you believed it, everything else had gone wrong, why not this too?
“They just told people that before taking them away and slaughterin’ them all. Now we gotta look out for ourselves. Surprised you lasted so long, where you from anyway?” The man asked and you swallowed around the lump in your throat, a sinking wave of depression flooded you, this really was the world.
“S-Stanford. I’m from Stanford.” You choked out, not even fully registering the conversation anymore, anxiety running through your whole body.
“Stanford, eh? Long way from home, you even know where abouts you are, love?” He asked, watching as you shook your head before he grinned. “We’re in Hartford, you walk all the way out here, how long you been travellin’ for?”
“I don’- I don’t know, a day or two.” You told him, finally forcing yourself back to the conversation and seeing how some of the men slowly moved around, it was a move that was clearly meant to look casual but it sent a shiver of fear through you.
“Wow, you hear that boys, she’s been out here for two days. You must be real tired now, huh? We can help you out, we got food, a place to sleep. Of course it ain’t gonna be free but there ain’t no reason to let a sweet little thing like yourself go to waste.” You were circled in, fear running through you and wondering how you were going to get out when they all had guns and you had nothing but the bag on your back.
“I appreciate the offer, really I do, but I think I’m just going to find my friend.” You said shakily, taking a step back, eyes desperately looking for a way out.
“Now you see that ain’t gonna work with me, it’s been too long since I had a pretty little toy.” The man grinned again and you let out a shaky breath.
There was an opening between two of the men but it would mean you had to be quick, hopefully managing to slip past them and then you’d have to run and not risk looking back. You knew you only had one shot at this otherwise you’d be trapped here with them and you refused to let yourself think of what that life would look like.
You waited for the right moment, waited for the guy who had been talking to glance behind him, telling another man to get the car ready. It was then you bolted, constantly moving so that the bullets flying after you couldn’t hit you, running until your feet were even sorer than they had been and your sides ached and burned.
You didn’t stop for what felt like hours but finally it was too much and you had to stop, falling to the floor and panting for air, sweat dripping off you as you pulled your bag off your back and pulled a water out. There was only half left and you knew you had to save it but you couldn’t help but drink most of it.
You somehow managed to pull yourself back up after catching your breath, dragging yourself to shelter. It was the first night you were able to sleep, exhausted and emotionally drained from the day but even in your sleep you couldn’t find any peace, haunted by the images of your dead family, of men forcing you to do whatever they wanted just because they had a gun to point at your head, of a world with no safe place.
When you woke up you felt even more drained than you had before sleeping, the heaviness of your limbs dragging you down, the man’s words ringing in your ears about there being nothing left out here. You hated to believe him but you had walked a long way and found nothing so far.
There was nothing out here anymore.
Still you kept walking, the weight on your shoulders becoming heavier and heavier with each step. You camped out for two more nights, not sure where you were and uncaring. You stopped looking for clickers in the buildings before you entered them, stopped peaking around every corner, and had given up looking for food or water. The only thing of use you had found was a gun, it was old and beat up but it had one bullet in it and you put it in your backpack, with only one bullet you’d make it count.
You were nothing more than an empty shell, a ghost wandering the empty streets of whatever city you had managed to walk to. There was nothing left out here anymore, maybe people like the men you had met days ago could thrive in this new world but you knew you couldn’t. You’d lost everyone and everything you held close, you were alone and there was nothing out here.
You could feel the bone deep exhaustion, the pain that felt like it would last a lifetime and you weren’t sure you could deal with it, not in this world anyway.
You had walked through the night, not caring enough to stop and rest, you never rested, haunted by the memories and nightmares that were now your life. It was easy to just keep walking, fighting to keep your head above water and keep breathing.
You weren’t so sure you wanted to keep fighting. What was the point anymore?
The sun was beginning to rise, you could see the sky turning a burnt orange and figured you’d find a place to watch it. You didn’t have to walk for very long before you came across a long bridge crossing the water, some of the railings were gone from where cars had swerved into them and you sat down heavily, swinging your legs over the edge.
The sun was higher now, the golden tones shining against the water, turning the crystal blue orange. The sounds of the water crashing together actually made your shoulders relax for the first time in days and you knew that it was time.
There was nothing left for you here anymore, you knew you didn’t want to live alone in this world.
Without taking your eyes off the view you reached into your backpack and pulled out the gun, one bullet, one shot to make count. You’d never used a gun before, the metal heavy in your hands and you ran your fingers along its edges before cocking the gun and placing it under your chin.
Tears filled your eyes but you weren’t scared, not really. You kept your eyes ahead, staring at the rising sun. It was the right thing to do, it was either die by your hand or by some clicker or a dark, twisted person. There weren’t any good people left anymore, to have lasted this long there couldn’t be.
You had gotten lucky, managing to hide away with your family, isolated in a town full of supplies but it had only been a matter of time. The image of the clickers tearing your family apart, hearing their screams, came to the forefront of your mind and you knew this was the right thing to do, even if your finger did shake slightly on the trigger.
You took a deep breath, you were ready.
“Hey.” A soft voice called out from behind you causing you to jump, finger falling from the trigger as you whipped around to see a man standing on the bridge with his hands raised in front of him. “I’m not gonna hurt you.”
“Go away.” You choked out, so ready to be done with it.
“Fraid I can’t do that.” The man said and you struggled to keep the tears at bay. “You don’t wanna do that, trust me.”
“Why? Why wouldn’t I want this? There’s nothing left out here.” You cried, watching as the man frowned at you, talking a few steps towards you before crouching down, his hands still raised. “My family is dead. I’m the only one left, why wouldn’t I want to do this?”
“I get it, trust me I do, more than you’d think.” The man told you, keeping his voice as soft as he could, almost like he were speaking to a scared animal, like one wrong word, if he even slightly raised his voice, then you’d spook. “But this ain’t the way to do things. There’s people, let me take you to them, they’ll get you some food, give you a place t’stay. It won’t make it better but you won’t have to do it alone.”
“There are no people anymore.” You told him through a sob and his face softened even more.
“There’s a Quarantine Zone, maybe an hour's walk from here, I was heading back there, let me bring you.” The man pleaded and you shook your head, not believing him. “Whatever you heard about these places, some of it’s true, some fell, some were taken over but this one’s still standing.”
“It doesn’t matter, you said it yourself, a bed and some food won’t make everything better.” You said, wiping at the tears falling down your cheeks.
“No it won’t.” He agreed and moved closer to you until he was sitting next to you, gazing at the rising sun. “I lost someone too, my whole world taken from me. Most important thing in my life was gone like that and it wasn’t fair, wasn’t fair the way I was just supposed to go on when my little girl was gone. It don’t get easier, God I wish I could tell you it did but this isn’t the way.”
“I miss them so much.” You whispered, tears falling freely down your cheeks but the weight on your shoulders, the one you’d been carrying for days, and it was hard to believe it had only been days since your whole world turned upside down, it wasn’t gone, you didn’t think that weight would ever leave, but it wasn’t so heavy.
“I know you do.” The man sighed, turning to look at you and he reached over, keeping his movements slow. You looked down and watched his fingers close around your gun, gently pulling it out of your hands and moving it away from you. You didn’t try to stop him either. “But they wouldn’t want you to do this.”
“I know.” You sobbed, shaking your head and looking back up at the man. “I know they wouldn’t but it’s so hard, they’re gone and I’m here.”
“Let me bring you back to the QZ, it won’t make everything better but it’s a start.” The man murmured, reaching out hesitantly cupping your face, his thumb softly brushing at your cheeks.
You were silent for a few moments, unlike with the men you’d met days ago your gut wasn’t screaming at you to run, nothing was telling you this man wanted to harm you. You didn’t trust him, you weren’t sure you would ever trust anyone in this world but you were willing to give him a chance.
“I’d like that.” You whispered, leaning into his touch, and he smiled softly at you, when you returned the expression you found it was easier than you would have thought.
As you agreed to go with him, rain suddenly came from nowhere, not a little drizzle but a full on downpour of rain that drenched you and the man in seconds. The man looked up at the sky in annoyance but you couldn’t help but laugh, it might have been more of a sob than a laugh really.
Suddenly it felt like you could breathe again, sat on the bridge with the sun higher now, a kind stranger by your side who gave you some semblance of hope that maybe the world wasn’t entirely doomed, you could breathe. You knew the pain and longing would last you a lifetime but if you could just find, just hold on to moments like this, moments of hope then things might get a little bit better.
“We should get going.” The man called over the rain, letting you have a moment to laugh, to look up at the sky and let the rain wash over your face, mixing with the tears.
He watched you nod and he stood up, reaching a hand out for you to take yours. You hesitated for only a moment, eyes searching his before your hand wrapped around his and you let the man pull you to your feet. Once you were up the man gave your hand a squeeze before letting go and putting your gun in his backpack.
“I’m Y/N, by the way.” You told him once the two of you started walking, finding it was easier to put one foot in front of the other when somebody was by your side.
“Joel.” The man offered his name and you couldn’t stop the small smile twitching at your lips.
He was right, things wouldn’t ever get better and you would always feel the loss of everything but you were glad he was there, glad he hadn’t seen a girl about to put herself out of her misery and left her be. It still hurt every day but he was right about another thing too, you didn’t have to do it all on your own.
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Can you do cock warming and belly bulge kink for Nessian pls 🥺
Pairing: Nessian
Rating: E
Word Count: 1.2k
Summary: There's no summary because what follows below the cut is pure, plotless filth. Enjoy!
"That's it, sweetheart. Just sit on it, just like that…”
Cassian’s voice was a welcome rumble as Nesta’s head fell back against his shoulder. She breathed deeply, savoring the delicious stretch of his cock splitting her open as she sank down on it. He had one large hand braced against her stomach beneath her dress, spanning the space between her hipbones. The other was clenched into a fist on the wide, cluttered surface of his desk, so tight his knuckles were turning white.
His mouth met her shoulder, dropping a long kiss on it through her gown. They were both still clothed; she hadn’t expected to come across him in his rarely used office in the House of Wind, hadn’t expected to find the messy sable bun atop his head or the clear, sharp focus on his face so damn attractive. She’d made a good show of sitting in one of the chairs in front of his desk and writing a letter to Emerie for a while, but he had twirled and twirled and twirled his own pen between his fingers, driving her to distraction.
And then he had started writing something, the strokes as firm as decisive as any slash of his sword, and Nesta’s entire body had heated at the sight.
It hadn’t taken much for his nostrils to flare and the bond to pull tight as he sensed her arousal after that, to draw her behind the desk with a look—an incredulous but satisfied one that said, This is what turns you on, Nes? Really?
To be fair, everything about him turned her on. She had been wet enough when he dragged her onto his lap that they had only needed to push up her skirts and unbutton his pants before she was spread wide around his cock, her legs held open by his.
“Good,” he murmured in her ear. “So good for me when you’re needy like this, aren’t you?”
“Cassian.” His voice was little more than a desperate breath on her lips, and she rocked her hips against him. Cassian groaned, a low, sultry sound that pulsed through her. His hand tightened on her stomach, pulling her harder against him until she could barely move.
“Stop that. I’m busy right now, and I need this done tonight,” he said, his low lover’s voice mixing with the firm, unyielding tone of the general.
Nesta blanched, outrage rising up to meet the steady burn of lust in her veins. Some of the haze of her arousal lifted, and she opened her mouth to speak.
“I gave you what you need for now,” he cut in roughly, a warning in his tone. “You sit right here and enjoy it while I finish up, and then I’ll—” His teeth grazed her earlobe, and Nesta shivered as he chuckled. “Finish up.”
And then Cassian pressed on her stomach again and—
“Oh, gods.” She could feel him. His cock, his palm, so close together, like they were working together to pin her just where he wanted her. Like he possessed all of her, inside and out, and he knew it. “Oh my— Cassian.”
“Like that, Nes?” he asked when she moaned. He prised one of her hands off the arm of his chair and guided it down, sandwiching it between her stomach and his hand. Gods, fuck, she could feel where he pressed into the deepest part of her, her stomach bulging with the thick length of his cock inside of her. “I love it when I can feel myself inside of you, don’t you?”
Cassian dropped a kiss on her cheek when she nodded. It was the same sort of kiss he gave her before he flew off to meet with Rhys, with the camp lords, sweet and gentle and… well, and almost business-like. It was the sort of kiss he gave her when he had already donned his armor and placed the passionate mate she loved playing with behind his thickest shields.
“Just sit there and feel it, sweetheart.” His fingers twined with hers, locking them over her stomach. “Be still, and I’ll fuck you when I’m done.”
———
Hours must have passed. Hours, and yet the clock on the mantle over the small hearth indicated that only three-quarters of just one had passed with Nesta stroking their fingers over the bump between her hipbones. Cassian sometimes adjusted them, shifting forward in the seat to read something more closely, splaying his legs wider as Nesta’s wetness dripped down them both, or simply pushing his hips against her to stretch her wider and test her limits as he bumped that bulge against her palm.
Every movement drew a sound from her—a moan, a whine, a whimper. They grew progressively weaker the more and more desperate she became. She would have been embarrassed if his cock hadn’t twitched inside her each time. If his fingers hadn’t tightened on hers.
Nesta could only watch, blinking slowly, as he cleared away everything on his desktop, methodical and neat as any soldier ought to be. But when he lifted her off his cock, the sudden emptiness and the loss of his warmth was so jarring that she gasped, her mind clearing.
“You are so damn good when you want to be,” he murmured. She half-expected him simply to push her forward and bend her over his desk, but he lifted her entirely, spinning her and seating her on the smooth surface instead. “When you want my cock.”
His lips met hers for a messy, rough kiss that was all teeth and tongues. His hands pushed her skirts back up to her waist as he stood, towering over her, and then he was fisting his cock, drawing forty-five minutes of her wetness along the length of it before pushing back into her.
“Yes, hard, like that,” she heard herself saying as he set a bruising pace, her legs wrapping around his waist. Every thrust pressed against the deepest part of her, the one they ever only reached in certain positions if he spent enough time stretching her. It ached sweetly with every pass, so much she could feel it in her throat.
“Give me your hand,” he growled, his wings flaring. He didn’t wait for her to unclench one from either side of the desk; he snatched up the one he wanted and splayed it over her stomach. “Feel me fucking you.”
She could. Every pass pressed her belly and the head of his cock into her hand, and Nesta’s head dropped back as her eyes screwed shut, focusing on that sensation. “Oh, fuck, you’re right there—”
“I could go mad thinking about the way you look like this, Nes.” His teeth bared, and the hand that wasn’t pushing hers into her stomach dropped between her legs, rubbing at her clit as he fucked her harder. “Here, feel…”
He pushed their twined hands down, the pressure on her stomach multiplying the dragging ache in her cunt. Nesta’s breath caught in her throat, and then Cassian drew his finger in a lazy circle around her clit.
The world shattered and fell away as she came, her shaking thighs locking around Cassian’s waist. She heard his voice, loud and insistent, as he followed her over the edge, his hand holding onto hers.
#nesta archeron#cassian#nessian#happy kinkvember i ignored all of my kinktober prompts until tonight#my fics#a court of thorns and roses#acotar#post-acosf#nesta#acotar smut#another taylor swift song title for you all because cassian worships at the altar of nesta and this is false god smut
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cl/eon would be good if it didn’t mean the death of claire’s character . Like every time I see content for them I feel like people are pushing them into this super heteronormative dynamic that isn’t accurate to claire at All or completely misinterpreting her in other ways or just erasing everything about her to service Leon. This is why they need to be in a lesbian relationship in this essay I will
#talking#I’m just saying it would fix some things if they were both women okay. Okay. they were MEANT to be toxic yuri.#sorry i’m such a chatterbox tonight i’m kind of manic don’t take anything i say seriously#btw this was prompted by me seeing an edit of them to king of my heart by taylor swift on my fyp#and don’t get me wrong i love that song but that shit is NOT cleon.#ranting
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Jyn/Cassian, 11
11. 3 AM and I'm still awake (from this prompt list)
sometimes, in order to defeat the prompts that are still in your inbox after a YEAR, you have to go into the archives, find an AU you wrote in 2019 (ON PAPER), type it up, and post the first chapter as a prompt fill even though the full fic is incomplete and that stresses you out to think about. this is one of those times. known affectionately amongst a small circle of mutuals by its draft name "sir, this is an IHOP", I'm releasing this one from the vault, please clap...
cross posted to AO3 here 🌒🌔
The question Jyn gets asked the most when she tells people she works the overnight shift at a 24-hour diner is, “How do you do it?” As if she’s just admitted to shooting herself out of a canon for a living, which, to be fair, is a thing she wanted to do as a career when she was nine, but that’s beside the point.
The answer to this question is simple: you get used to it. Or, in Jyn’s experience, your life sucks for three weeks while you get used to it and then you get used to it. After that, the weird hours and irregular sleep schedule just become routine.
To be fair, she only started doing the graveyard shift in the first place because she wasn’t sleeping at night anyway and she could get more hours that way. Now, sometimes, she sleeps perfectly well in the daytime when everyone else is at work and then, other times, she doesn’t sleep at all and becomes convinced that she’s the first human being who was born with a biological indifference to sleep. Either way, she manages.
And it’s not actually that bad. The tips are a little worse because there’s fewer customers and they tend to be drunks or insomniacs or plain weirdos who don’t get the concept of twenty percent for good service and usually leave her whatever change they have on them. And sometimes it’s so dead that Jyn literally counts the seconds on the big clock by the door. But it’s also calmer than any other shift at the diner, and sometimes people feel so bad for her being up all night that they tip her extra, which is nice. It all balances out, really.
That being said, the overnight shift doesn’t lend itself to regulars the way other shifts do. She has some, but they don’t tend to be regular regulars. At most, she sees the same drunk college students show up there for breakfast at two a.m. but not the same day every week. Her co-workers that work other shifts talk about old couples that come in for dinner three times a week and always want to sit in the same booth, or the father and daughter who get breakfast every Saturday together that the entire staff fawns over. Jyn doesn’t get regulars like that, and even if she sees the same people, most people don’t want to make conversation as they’re inhaling pancakes in the wee hours of the morning. They barely want to make eye contact with her, honestly.
Not that Jyn minds. She didn’t get into waitressing because of her bubbly personality. She’s good at it, can be pleasant and accommodating when she needs to be, but she’s also fine with customers not wanting to chitchat. It’s one of the perks of the shift, in her mind, and why it suits her to work it, rather than the breakfast or the lunch shift.
Then, she gets a regular of her own and it doesn’t change everything, but it changes enough.
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The first time he comes in, the restaurant is so dead that for once the manager on duty isn’t on Jyn’s case about drawing in her sketchbook while she’s working. It’s that slow. There’s a couple at a table in the corner that started out their meal by bickering with each other loudly and now Jyn’s pretty sure one or both of them is asleep at the table. She already gave them their check, though, so she’s giving them at least an hour before she bugs them about it. It’s not like she needs to turn over the table or anything.
When the man comes in, the place is so empty that he actually looks around in confusion, which catches Jyn’s attention from where she’s hiding behind the cash register.
“Sit anywhere you like,” she calls to him, half-relieved to have something to do and half-annoyed to have to do anything.
“Oh. You’re open, then?”
“As long as it’s one of the twenty-four hours in the day,” she replies, trying to sound sunny.
“Last time I checked,” the man says, sounding unsure, which makes Jyn smile for real.
She brings a menu over to the table he settles at and offers him her more standard customer service smile. “Hi, I’m Jyn. I’ll be your server this…morning. Can I get you anything to start?”
“Coffee, please.”
“Regular or decaf?”
“Regular, thanks.”
“Sure,” she says. Then she loses her mind momentarily, because she follows it up with, “You want crayons?”
That question clearly throws him, and for good reason. “What?” He asks, blinking up at her.
“Do you want crayons? To color in your placemat?” Jyn asks, less casually. She doesn’t know why she asked in the first place—he doesn’t look like the type, by virtue of not having any children with him and looking to be older than her, if she had to guess—but she does it anyway. Maybe she’s a little punchy from having no one to talk to all night.
Thankfully, he laughs, more like he’s surprised than anything else, but it still counts. “No, I’m good, thanks.”
She nods and heads off to get him his coffee. When she returns to his table with it, she doesn’t bother asking if he’s ready to order yet, because he’s still got his head bent over the enormous menu, reading it intently. She pops back over to her spot behind the register and resumes the sketch she’d been working on of the couple at the back table. She’s sure now that they are both, in fact, asleep, which is going to make it very awkward to get them to pay their bill.
A few minutes later, she hears the man at the other table clears his throat and she looks up, trying to mask her annoyance. When she does, though, she sees he’s not looking in her direction and probably didn’t do it to get her attention. Still, she should probably go check on him.
“Are you ready to order?” She asks, pulling out her order pad as she sidles up to his table.
“I—well, actually, I have to ask: why did you think I would want crayons?”
Jyn shrugs. “Technically, I’m only supposed to offer them to customers under twelve, but I think that’s bullshit. Kids aren't the only people who like to color.”
The man nods, processing this. “Okay. Not the answer I was expecting. I thought it was your way of saying I looked young.”
“No, no,” she says, and then winces. “I mean, you don’t look old or anything. You just definitely don’t look under twelve.”
“Then my disguise is working perfectly,” he says, half to himself.
Jyn snorts. “Is this your way of saying you do want crayons?”
“No, I’m all set. I think I’ll just have some eggs.”
Jyn gets the specifics of his order from him and goes to deliver the ticket to the kitchen. When that’s done, she decides it’s past time to finally collect her payment from the sleeping couple in the back. Under the guise of cleaning plates out of their way, she makes as much noise with the silverware as humanly possible, which causes the man to wake up. When she pointedly asks if there’s anything else they need, he grumbles a response in the negative and jostles his girlfriend’s wrist to wake her up too.
“You can pay right up front,” Jyn says, cheerily, before she swans away with their dishes.
After a few minutes, they come up to the cash register to pay her, even though it’s technically the manager’s job to run the register. He can’t be bothered when it’s this quiet. They don’t give her a tip then and there, but she holds out hope that they left her some cash on the table, which she checks as soon as they’ve gone. Of course, there’s nothing there and she curses under her breath before she buses the remaining dishes. She goes back again with a rag to wipe down the table, even though that’s yet another thing the manager is supposed to be helping with during overnight shifts. By the time she’s done with all that, the other man’s food is up and she goes to deliver it.
“Do you need anything else?” she asks, once she’s dropped off his food. “More coffee?”
“Yes, but could I switch to decaf?” he asks, looking like he’s asking for a kidney rather than something completely reasonable.
“No,” she says, automatically.
“Oh, I—what?”
“Sorry, that was—I was kidding.”
“Oh.”
“It wasn’t funny,” she says, feeling her face heat with embarrassment. “I’m sorry.”
“No,” the man says, waving a hand. “It’s fine.”
“It’s just—it’s a restaurant. You can have whatever you want.”
“Right,” the man says, smiling faintly in either amusement or confusion, like he’s not really sure what to do with her. And who could blame him for that?
“You were being polite. I shouldn’t have made fun of you,” Jyn says, fully mortified at this point. He’s definitely not going to leave her a tip now, which means this whole shift has pretty much been a bust.
“It’s really fine,” he says. “I probably would have caught on faster if it wasn’t…”
“3 AM?” Jyn suggests.
“Yeah,” he says, with a full, self-deprecating smile that catches Jyn completely off-guard. People shouldn’t be allowed to be that attractive without warning.
“I’ll get you that decaf coffee,” she says, trying to sneak off and preserve at least some of her dignity. He thanks her as she’s retreating, and when she refills his mug, she says as little as possible so she doesn’t end up accidentally insulting him again.
It makes things a little weird, realizing he’s cute at the same time as he becomes her only customer in the entire diner. She’s supposed to be checking in to see if he needs anything but it also feels suspiciously like fawning over him. Has it really been this long since she’s had a hot customer at this godforsaken place? She tries to distract herself with drawing, but her latest subjects just left. She’s also not supposed to be doing that where customers can see and the man is seated right across from the counter, putting her directly in his sight line. It’s unfortunate, really, in more ways than one, because he’d be fun to draw, with his messy hair and his stubble and the lines around his eyes, but doing so would involve watching him even more intently and that’s a level of weird she just isn’t willing to stoop to.
While she’s absolutely not staring at him at all, she does just so happen to notice the moment he takes off his jacket. His table is directly in the path of the draft from the front door, so it didn't seem weird for him to keep it on, because that section of the diner is always freezing. Now, though, with the jacket off, she can see he’s wearing some sort of uniform—crisply pressed navy blue pants with a matching shirt that has a patch over the pocket that she can’t read from this far away. He’s got an ID badge too, which she also can’t read, clipped to his pocket.
To her surprise, he’s not distracting himself from his lonesome meal by messing around on his phone, like most customers and honestly even she would be doing while eating alone in a restaurant. He is occasionally throwing a glance in the direction of the TV hanging in the corner, which is set to a channel playing reruns of “Murder, She Wrote” for no other reason than there’s nothing more interesting on at this hour.
Jyn hates the feeling of having too little to do and she especially hates having just one customer and feeling like she’s creepily watching their every move, so after what feels like an appropriate amount of time, she makes her way over to the man’s table, doing her best to seem casual.
“How is everything?” she asks when she gets there, even though she could have just as easily asked that from the counter. It wouldn’t have been professional, she decides, even if there is literally no one else around. She, of course, manages to catch him right in the middle of a sip of coffee, which is a special kind of superpower one only develops as a server.
He swallows and offers her an apologetic smile. “Everything’s great, thank you.”
“More coffee?” she asks, when she notices his mug is close to empty.
“Uh, sure. Thanks.”
“Decaf still?”
He laughs at that, for some reason. “Yes. I promise I won’t switch back and forth the whole night.”
Jyn shrugs. “Doesn’t matter, really. It gives me something to do.”
“Still,” he says. “Decaf would be great.”
“You got it.” She heads off to retrieve the pot of decaf and swings back to refill his cup. After he thanks her again, she asks, “Coming or going?”
He blinks at her in confusion for a moment. “I’m sorry?” he asks.
“No, I’m—” Jyn stops short, feeling ridiculous. “I just meant—are you coming from work, or going there?”
“Oh,” he says. “How did you—?”
“The uniform,” she replies, gesturing gingerly to his clothes with the coffee pot.
“Right. Of course,” the man says, looking down as if he hadn’t realized she could see him at all. “Uh, coming from.”
“What?”
“To answer your question,” he says, looking pained. Not that Jyn can blame him; this has been a trainwreck of a conversation so far, thanks mostly to her. “I just got off work.”
“So this is dinner, then?” Jyn asks.
The man laughs and it’s a strange, reluctant sound. “I guess so.”
“That explains the decaf.”
“Sure.”
“Not the one cup of regular coffee, though.”
That gets another laugh out of him, though he appears less surprised by it this time. “Does everyone who comes here have to justify their caffeine habits?” he asks, not sounding offended.
“Only the people unfortunate enough to sit in my section,” Jyn replies. It’s not worth pointing out that the entire restaurant is her section at this hour.
“I see,” he says. “Well, the cup of regular coffee is to give me enough energy to get back to my apartment without falling asleep at crosswalks, if you must know.”
“Ah, makes sense.”
“I’m glad you approve. You had me worried for a second there,” he says, and it lands somewhere between outright sarcasm and flirting, which is enough to make Jyn want to pull back.
“Yes, well, now that we’ve got that figured out, I suppose you deserve the chance to finish your meal in peace,” she replies, formally, and fights the urge to wince at how stupid she sounds.
“Okay,” the man says, sounding amused again as Jyn turns around and retreats back to the safe haven of the cash register to hide from the awkwardness she’s created.
Luckily for her, after only a few minutes, she gets another table to distract her. It’s four people who appear to be college students and they thankfully don’t seem to be wasted, which is a surprise, even for a Tuesday morning. It’s a nice change of pace for the typical night shift. If Jyn had to guess, they probably just came from studying late at the library. Then again, she never did the whole college thing, so she could be wrong. All of her knowledge of what it’s like comes from TV shows. The college kids are nice enough, if a little boisterous for this time of night, when she takes their orders, which is what matters. Once she gets everything in to the kitchen, Jyn decides it’s probably safe to check on the man who’s there alone again.
When she approaches his table, she sees that he’s done eating and that he’s gotten distracted by his phone. He’s reading some message with his eyebrows drawn together in concern, but he looks up as soon as he hears her coming and his face clears in a deliberate way that suggests he knows he was pulling a face and that he doesn’t want to be asked about it. Not that she would, honestly, even without the signal. It’s one thing to be weird about his coffee ordering habits—she’s his waitress and she’s bored; sometimes people like to banter with their servers—but she doesn’t know him at all. She’s not going to ask who’s texting him. That’s none of her business, even if her curiosity seems to be piqued by everything he does.
“Can I get you anything else?” she asks, as pleasantly and professionally as possible, even as her mind fills in a fake backstory of an emotional affair with a co-worker that’s turned sour and now results in petty 3 AM text messages that make him scowl at his phone.
“Just the check would be great.”
“Of course,” she says, and goes off to fetch it. She returns and drops it off at the table with a breezy, “You can pay at the counter whenever you’re ready.”
“Thanks,” he replies, without looking up, and Jyn retreats again behind the counter, to wait for him or for her college students’ order to be up, whichever comes first.
The man takes a few minutes to finish his coffee and get his jacket back on, but he doesn’t hold up the table, which is nice. Even when the restaurant is empty like this, Jyn hates when people linger. It shouldn’t bother her, really—they’re paying customers, after all—but it still drives her nuts. She pushes off the back wall when she sees him approaching the counter and he has the audacity to look kind of shy when their eyes meet. Has this guy never met a waitress before? Is he a shut-in or something? And most importantly, why does she care? Hot people shouldn’t be allowed in the diner, she decides. It’s confusing, especially in the middle of the night.
He hands her the check along with the cash to pay it without a word, and she sets about getting him his change out of the diner’s ancient cash register. She hands over the bills and a few coins and thanks him for coming in.
“You have a good night,” she adds, sounding folksier than she means to. “Or morning. Whatever it is.”
He smiles at that. “Thanks, you too.”
“I will, thanks.”
He’s already turning to go when he adds, casually over his shoulder. “See you around, Jyn.”
By the time she’s remembered that she introduced herself when he first came in and recovered from her surprise at hearing her name come out of his mouth, he’s already gone. Apropos of nothing, there’s some buzzy feeling in the pit of her stomach that she kind of wishes would go away, but it’s also the most exciting thing that’s happened to her all night, tragically. The cook ringing the bell to tell her that she’s got orders up is the only thing that startles her out of her reverie.
She brings the food over to her table of college students, and then goes over to clean off the cute guy’s table. As she’s moving plates around, she notices he left a tip in the form of cash tucked under his water glass. It’s a little over twenty percent, which, given the night she’s had, basically makes this guy the love of her life. She’s pleased enough that she almost forgets to be disappointed he paid in cash, rather than with a card, making it impossible to learn his name. Almost.
#rebelcaptain#jyn x cassian#jyn erso#cassian andor#rogue one#jyncassian#rebelcaptain fanfic#firstelevens#taylor swift song prompts#ask#homelywenchsociety#that's my writing tag! don't worry about it!#this has literally been in my ao3 drafts for a month just get it out of my sight pls#i wrote a really weird emotional author's note on ao3 life is so weird#anyway here's wonderwall
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tell me your favourite taylor swift song, your favourite mcr song and your ult kpop group I wanna see if there’s a pattern
#ask#prompt#taylor swift#Taylor Swift ask#taylor swift songs#my chemical romance#mcr#my chemical romance ask#mcr ask#mcr songs#kpop#kpop ask#kpop ult#kpop group#text
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Midnights lyric prompt list
1. “you don’t ever say too much”
2. “how the hell did we lose sight of us again?”
3. “i should not be left to my own device”
4. “you wanting me tonight feels impossible”
5. “you’ve got no reason to be afraid”
6. “i never think of him, except on midnights like this”
7. “i don’t remember who i was before you”
8. “don’t get sad, get even”
9. “i made you my world”
10. “i’ll be getting over you my whole life”
11. “karma’s a relaxing thought”
12. “i find myself running home”
13. “i told u none of it was accidental”
tagging some people i don’t mind annoying and also who reblogged the last ones: @sgtbuckyybarnes @katiekinswrites @witchofinterest @ceruleanmusings @starcrossedjedis @eddiemunscns @steveshcrringtons
#writing prompts#song lyric prompts#prompts#prompt list#taylor swift#fic prompts#midnights#BYE I LOVE THIS ALBUM#also this isn’t me coming back to tumblr this is me being whipped for TS and being unable to resist making a prompt list ok#BYE AGAIN#🫡
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prompt list: taylor swift lyrics, eras edition
part i | part ii | part iii
Below are fifty prompts from songs featured on Taylor Swift's Eras Tour. They can be used as dialogue, within narration, or just as inspiration for fics/moodboards/fanart.
Reblog to use as a call for prompts (one pairing/character with one or more numbers) or just to save for inspiration.
midnights become my afternoons
if my wishes came true
blankets over barbed wire
a secret language
same old tired, lonely place
grinning like a devil
your back beneath the sun
stolen kisses, pretty lies
where it all went wrong
loved and left haunted
sprinkler splashes to fireplace ashes
fall in love with strangers
never called it what it was
our very last kiss
didn’t have it in myself to go with grace
addicted to betrayal
how could you not know?
called it off again last night
island breeze and lights down low
all your dirtiest jokes
you’re on your own, kid
another day waking up alone
a long time coming
such a lovely bride
you live with ghosts
tried to change the ending
twisted in bedsheets
sit there in this hurt
slipped beyond your reaches
no one has to know
when I first saw you
my temple, my mural, my sky
somewhere we can be alone
used to tell me I was brave
echoes of your footsteps
where the others gave you scars
something they can’t take away
clandestine meetings and longing stares
my heroes die all alone
the first fall of snow
this idiotic fool that you made me
pretend you’re mine
tell me when it’s over
dropped your hand while dancing
all the love we unravel
your Brooklyn broke my skin and bones
the worst thing you ever heard
every scrap of you
the slamming screen door
here on your doorstep
#prompt list#writing prompts#fic prompts#taylor swift prompt list#battling what I sincerely hope is not a cold because I simply do not have time to be sick so I did this instead of errands#this does include one or two songs cut from the movie version but [shrug emoji]#long post
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Taylor Swift Lyrics That Convince Me She's a Jonsa
feel free to send as writing prompts <3
The rest of the world was black and white, but we were in screaming color
We were built to fall apart, then fall back together
When the sun came up, you were lookin' at me
Long night, with your hands up in my hair, echoes of your footsteps on the stairs
And you should think about the consequence of you touching my hand in a darkened room
I feel like I might sink and drown and die
My love had been frozen, deep blue, but you painted me golden
You said there was nothing in the world that could stop it
I loved you in spite of deep fears that the world would divide us
He built a fire just to keep me warm
Trust him like a brother, yeah, you know I did one thing right
Starry eyes sparking up my darkest night
Slowly I said, "You don't need to save me, but would you run away with me?"
I'm always waiting for you to be waiting below
Said, "I'm fine," but it wasn't true, I don't wanna keep secrets just to keep you
And I snuck in through the garden gate, every night that summer just to seal my fate
Have I known you twenty seconds or twenty years?
Can I go where you go?
Can we always be this close forever and ever?
My heart's been borrowed and yours has been blue
All's well that ends well to end up with you
Help me hold on to you
I search for your dark side
I wake in the night, I pace like a ghost
It's you and me, there's nothing like this
And I hope I never lose you, hope it never ends
I see you everywhere
Tryna find a part of me that you didn't touch
Quiet my fears with the touch of your hand
I know heaven's a thing, I go there when you touch me, honey
I don't wanna look at anything else now that I saw you
I've been sleeping so long in a twenty-year dark night
I wounded the good and I trusted the wicked
Maybe you ran with the wolves and refused to settle down
I once believed love would be (black and white), but it's golden (golden)
You drew stars around my scars, but now I'm bleeding
Marked me like a bloodstain, I knew you
But I knew you'd linger like a tattoo kiss
I knew you'd haunt all of my what-ifs
And I knew you'd come back to me
I think I've seen this film before and I didn't like the ending
Like you'd get your knuckles bloody for me
Those eyes add insult to injury
There is no amount of cryin' I can do for you
All this time, we always walked a very thin line
And if I'm on fire, you'll be made of ashes, too
And I can go anywhere I want, anywhere I want, just not home
And I still talk to you when I'm screaming at the sky
I know they said the end is near
I'm still a believer but I don't know why
I'm still trying everything to keep you looking at me
Whispers of "Are you sure?" "Never have I ever before"
With you, I fall down
But you dream of some epiphany, just one single glimpse of relief to make some sense of what you've seen
But I'm a fire and I'll keep your brittle heart warm
I am ash from your fire
You knew it still hurts underneath my scars
Wherever you stray, I follow
Head on the pillow, I could feel you sneaking in
Show me the places where the others gave you scars
Your touch brought forth an incandescent glow
My pain fits in the palm of your freezing hand
Your opal eyes are all I wish to see
My house of stone, your ivy grows and now I'm covered in you
It's a goddamn blaze in the dark and you started it
It's the goddamn fight of my life and you started it
I see you every day now
I feel you, no matter what
And I wake with your memory over me
And time can't stop me quite like you did
My hand was the one you reached for
And maybe it's the past that's talking
#jonsa#actuallyjonsa#jon x sansa#writing prompts#taylor swift sentence starters#taylor swift is a jonsa#lets not even begin about lover#or how the archer is entirely a song about sansa stark#it all fits#i will die on this hill#we wont talk about exile#definitely will not talk about exile
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