#CA FINAL Old Course

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❄️First Snow❄️

The park is quiet. Snow falls like someone turned the world’s volume down. The pine trees stand tall and still, dusted in white, and the old wooden bench creaks slightly beneath them. Dean shifts in his coat, pretending not to notice how close Cas is sitting. Cas, of course, doesn’t notice subtle things like “personal space.” Or maybe he does, and just doesn’t care. Dean’s fingers twitch beside Cas’s hand. He could say something. He could lean in. He could— Cas does it first. No warning, no angelic prelude. Just a soft press of lips, gentle and certain, like he’s known this was coming for years (because he has). Dean freezes for half a second — then kisses back, eyes fluttering closed, one hand finding Cas’s knee like he needs to anchor himself. They pull apart slowly, and Cas tilts his head like he’s analyzing Dean’s soul again. “That was acceptable?” Dean laughs, low and a little breathless. “Yeah, Cas. That was real damn acceptable.” They sit like that for a while — coats brushing, knees touching, hands loosely tangled on the bench that’s definitely too cold to sit on, but suddenly feels like the warmest place in the world. Somewhere in the distance, a car honks. The moment doesn’t break. Because for once, there's nothing chasing them. No apocalypse. No monsters. Just this. Snow, quiet. Them. And a kiss that finally, finally happened.

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Do You Feel That?

Idea. So imagine the bats are going to Amity (or a place nearby) to investigate something. A building that had very strange readings, maybe even investigating a case. Probbaly starting in a forest. So this place is haunted naturally, and the ghosts can’t be perceived by the human eye. In this universe, Danny can technically become visible in his ghost form if he concentrates, along with many powerful ghosts, but their default is intangibility and invisibility and it’s just inefficient to use a that much power just to be seen. So most things that happen in Amity are not seen by normal people. Those infected by ectoplasm (the pits and ectoplasm being two separate things in this) are able to see ghosts after enough exposure. So if a hero were to come to Amity, they would see the destruction happening but it would look like some kind of invisible force, and then if they ask why others aren’t panicking, they just say Phantom is taking care of it.

Anyways, so the bats do not know about ghosts and are investigating this house and basically every kind of malevolent spirit you can think of is there and trying to mess with them. After all, even if they can’t see a ghost, that ghost can still affect them. And Phantom sees these idiots getting closer to one of the designated danger zones in his territory. (Or he was visiting a nearby haunted area due to the rising danger level and sees the bats right in the middle of it) The place all natives know to avoid at all costs. So the bats go anyways, completly oblivious to the danger. Danny arrives just in time to stop a ghost who was inches away from digging their claws into Red Robin.

And it goes on with Danny desperately keeping the ghosts back, tackling them, shooting them, growling and hissing and doing everything in his power to shield the oblivious heroes and keep them safe. He can’t even warn them because he’s spending too much power just keeping them alive in the woods. Because of course they decide to investigate the most haunted woods near Amity. Most of these spirits are old, angry, and wild.

And the bats are just casually going about their buisness, discussing the case and the evidence they found.

Danny tackles a ghost wolf to keep them from biting their fangs into Red Hood’s neck.

They follow some tracks.

Danny grabbing the shadowing tendrils attempting to strangle Nightwing.

They even joke around and push each other.

Someone temporarily possessed Red Robin and he starts reaching for a batarang with bloodlust in his eyes, before Danny digs his hands into the bat’s chest and rips out the foreign entity.

There is screaming, snarling, screeches, and lots of punches thrown, all unheard by the bats.

By the end, Danny is panting as they finally made it out of the forest. The bats are tracking a signal, and heading towards an abandoned house. Danny looks up and sees the place absolutly overflowing with spirits. They are crawling up the sides, eyes and teeth and tentacles moving through the wooden boards. Banshees and wraiths, eyeing them through the windows. Skinny limbs with barely any form creaking as their claws try to escape the house and reach towards the group below. Hundreds upon hundreds of spirits all confined to this small hut and ready to tear apart any who enter.

Danny takes one look at them, overhears the bats say that they have to head inside, and decide that he’s not dealing with this today. So he shoots a small laser to cut their power. No signal? No lights? No search.

He can hear the bats complaining but eventually, they have to turn back as they lost the signal and they are unable to continue. And hears them talk about how the place was so weird. Almost like something was watching them.

Phantom sags in relief once they are finally gone.

While they leave, Danny squares his shoulders because he needs to deal with all these ghosts before they get back.

Later, after not finding anything strange about the house or forest or the cause of their case (possibly a death? Or maybe just trying to find information connecting to something else?) and all the previous evidence and traces were gone. So they call in the magic users to use a spell to show the past and figure out what happened. And they can see the group in a sort of 3D holographic image as they investigated. But the spell doesn’t just show them, it shows every being from that time….so the group gets to see just exactly how close they all came to dying.

[ceoofglytchell]

To be the Thorn to a Rose

Summary: Aegon knows only that he will marry a lady of great beauty, a flower of House Tyrell. He is certain that he will find nothing but misery in this union, until he finally meets his betrothed and everything changes.

Pairing: Aegon II Targaryen x Tyrell!betrothed!Reader

Word count: 3144 words

Warnings: fluff, a bit of humor, Reader has Tyrell features, longing, aegon’s mommy issues, alicent being mean, brief talks of abuse (from otto and alicent), hurt/comfort, soft!Aegon, no mention of Y/N

Notes: This is based on this request. I changed a thing or two, but I hope you’ll like it! Likes, comments, reblogs are always appreciated. Enjoy 💛

Aegon always knew he would marry a lady his mother would choose for him, not because he fell in love.

Love was a rare concept among couples these days. Did his mother love his father? Probably. Yet they hadn’t loved each other when he had taken her as his wife twenty years ago.

He knew such marriage alliances were forged to merge great houses and their bloodlines and to show strength, but it still didn't seem fair to him.

Yes, he enjoyed having a lot of sex with all sorts of women, be they were ladies in waiting, maids or the whores out in Flea Bottom.

But the thought of a future bride he didn't know, with whom he would spend his entire life, who would give him heirs, and who would most likely hate him, was more than a little frightening to him.

"Who is she?" Aegon asked his mother, Queen Alicent Hightower, after she told him of the marriage plans one sunny afternoon.

"Lady Tyrell of Highgarden. She is said to be beautiful, kind, and loving. Also very popular with her people. They say she goes out every Sunday to deliver bread to the townspeople."

Gods, have mercy on him...

His promised wife was apparently everything he was not. He was neither kind nor loving, and he certainly wasn't popular with the people.

Aegon was a drunkard, quick to anger and rebellious.

He could still remember the day he cut off his then-long, wavy hair. After Driftmark, he had simply needed a change, and it came in the form of copious amounts of wine and many nights out in the taverns and brothels with his companions.

When he had returned to the Red Keep the first thing in the morning and greeted his family at breakfast, Alicent had slapped him in the face, and Otto had dragged him back to his chambers by the collar.

They had called him a rabid dog. Chaotic, restless, and out of control.

And now someone like him was supposed to marry such a beautiful flower as Lady Tyrell?

No. Out of the question.

He couldn’t and he wouldn’t.

That thought had firmly settled in Aegon's mind... until the day finally came when he was allowed to meet you. And from then on, everything changed.

Your father, Lord Lambert Tyrell, rode a white horse in front of the carriage containing you, your Lady Mother, and your two sisters. You had no brother. Or rather, not yet, because rumor had it that your mother was with child again, even if she was past her prime.

Prince Aegon stood with his family in the courtyard of the Red Keep. His mother and grandfather had forced him to dress up, which is why he now wore his finest green doublet, his boots were polished, and his silver hair was neatly combed.

Queen Alicent stood beside him with her head held high, and every now and then he could feel her scrutinizing gaze on him. A gaze that made him feel small. Her dress was as green as the leaves of the King's Wood, and her fox-red hair was tied back in an elaborate hairstyle. A necklace with the seven-pointed star of the Faith of the Seven also adorned her neck.

At her side stood his younger sister Helaena, who was examining a small blue butterfly that had just landed on her hand, and his younger brother Aemond, who was staring fixedly at the ground and looked as if he wanted to murder someone.

His father, King Viserys, was, of course, absent in his condition. His old man often stayed in bed these days, where the maesters cared for him.

Oh, he loved this family.

The carriage doors opened, and suddenly it felt like the sun was shining brighter.

You were breathtaking.

In a pink gown with floral embroidery and long, wavy hair, you stood between your sisters and your mother. Like a brilliant red rose amidst pesky weeds.

He swallowed.

Aegon had considered so many possibilities beforehand. If you had been ugly, he would have simply told you, and you would have hated him, and everything would have been fine. But you are not ugly.

Apparently the gods were punishing him, for you were by far the most beautiful lady he had ever seen.

He hated it.

"The Lady Tyrell!" announced one of the bannermen of your house.

You stepped forward, and with every step you took toward him, the prince could feel his throat tighten. He couldn't breathe. He hadn't expected you to have such an effect on him.

If you had been any of the ladies he had a glimpse of in the castle, he wouldn't have hesitated to try to woo you and lure you into his bed, just so he could find someone else the next day.

But you weren't just any lady.

You were his future wife, the future mother of his children.

He couldn’t use you like that.

When you finally came to a stop in front of him, you bowed deeply and smiled at him with a warm, inviting look in your eyes. His heart leaped, and he didn't know how to react. He could feel his mother's gaze on him, and he knew she already believed he would ruin this marriage.

"My lady," he finally greeted you, giving you a small bow of his own.

There was no kiss on the hand, as expected. He had forgotten.

"My prince," you replied in a sweet voice, and in that moment he realized that you were indeed not untrue.

You were not like the others with their feigned smiles, their bold touches, or their provocatively low necklines. You were genuine.

But above all, you were kind, and that wasn't something you often found within the walls of the Red Keep.

"I hope your journey was pleasant?" he asked you, trying to sound polite. The perfect son and husband, just like his mother had always wanted.

Your smile widened, and there was a sparkle in your eyes that he had never seen before in any woman he spoke to. Joy.

"Yes, very much. But I must say, I already miss the gardens of my home. The scent, the colors... Nevertheless, I believe I can find my place at your court," you answered him gently.

Immediately, an idea planted itself in his mind. You missed the flowers? He would give you some.

He needed to prove to you that he wasn't just a drunkard and a disappointment. Perhaps then, once you were husband and wife, you wouldn't hate him completely.

"We have gardens as well. Sure, they will never get close to the beauty of the gardens in Highgarden, but I would still offer to show them to you?" he suggested with a shrug, as if it were no big deal and just something mentioned in passing.

"You would show me the gardens?" you asked him, blinking as if you couldn't believe it.

You had been told so many bad things about the prince beforehand. You were told that he was constantly drunk, that he always carried a glass of wine in his hand, that his hair was never combed, his clothes were never clean, and that he was always chasing the nearest skirt.

But the image you just got of him was a contrast to that.

You didn't see the prodigal son or the drunken prince, just a man like any other. A man you would like to get to know better.

"Perhaps you could let the lady inspect her new chambers first?" Queen Alicent suddenly interjected. "I am sure her journey has tired her out, and some rest would do her good."

Aegon and you were both about to object, but your father suddenly chimed in: "An excellent idea, Your Grace. We will rest first, and then we can break bread together."

You nodded obediently and curtsied again, this time to the queen, before disappearing into the castle with your mother, father and sisters.

Aegon sighed and was about to go back inside, when a hand suddenly turned around his arm.

"You are too hasty, Aegon," his mother reprimanded him.

His eyebrows furrowed in confusion. What had he done wrong now?

"I just wanted to show her the gardens?" he replied questioningly.

"Which is something you can do after breakfast, too. She will be resting today, and in the evening we will have dinner together. Until then, behave yourself, do you hear me?"

He stared down at the ground beneath his feet. The biting edge of his mother's voice cut him as deeply as the sharpest dagger.

"Yes, Mother," he finally replied.

The Green Queen turned and disappeared into the castle corridors, whereupon Aemond followed her, and finally Helaena turned away as well. But not before muttering one last sentence:

"Flowers take time to bloom."

At dinner, he was drunk. How could he be otherwise? His mother's words had cut him deeply, and he couldn't help but devour one cup of Arbor Red after another.

You were sitting right next to him, and he just knew you were disappointed in him, too. You had to be. What lady so beautiful, pure, and kind would ever want a man like him? A drunkard and one that was useless.

You deserved better than this. Better than him.

Your sisters often whispered in your ear, and he knew it was about him. His terrible manners, his behavior, everything. You whispered back, and he knew you hated him. What else could it be?

What Aegon didn't know, however, was that you constantly contradicted your annoying sisters.

"He is drinking again," Flora whispered to you, rolling her eyes. She clearly didn't like your betrothed.

"With this family, I probably would too," you defended him, looking at her with eyes as piercing as if they were daggers.

Flora pursed her lips and shook her head. "I cannot understand why you like him."

For a moment, you looked at your future prince-husband. The expression on his handsome face was blank, and his gaze was distant, even as he stared into the dark red liquid in his bronze cup. The circles under his eyes were deep and dark, and his shoulder-length silver hair seemed uncombed, with a few strands falling wildly across his forehead.

He seemed sad. Lost.

You wanted to see him when he was happy.

You would tend him like one of your beloved roses in the garden your father had planted especially for you at home, and which your sisters would hopefully take care of in the future. And maybe, just maybe, he too would finally bloom under your care.

After dinner, the prince stumbled down the corridors toward his chambers. His vision was blurry, the world was spinning, and he felt so sick he was afraid he might empty the contents of his stomach into the nearest flower vase.

His hand stroked the cold, stone wall of the castle, which now felt more like a cage to him than anything else. He needed some form of support, because without it, he would probably fall to the floor without being able to stand up on his own.

It wasn't the first time this had happened, and it wouldn't be the last.

Suddenly, the wall he was holding on to ended next to him, and he could make out the outline of stairs on the floor in front of him. He took a step forward, but before he could stumble and fall down the grand staircase, a gentle hand wrapped around his arm, and he felt someone gently pull him back.

"You must be careful, my prince," you said gently, and he could feel a shiver run down his spine.

You were being gentle with him. So loving. Almost... motherly.

"I need to—my chambers," he stammered drunkenly, about to move on, but you gently pulled him back. You certainly didn't want your betrothed to fall down the stairs and die.

"I will accompany you, my prince. Let me help you."

Before he could even say a word for or against—although he would never have objected—you took him by the hand and led him down each step one by one. You kept telling him he was doing well and not to rush, as you would still need him. It made his heart race.

No one had ever cared for him like this.

At some point, you reached his chambers and you slowly led him inside. His rooms were messy and unclean, but that didn't bother you at the time. You could guess why he was doing this.

His family had placed a chain around him from which he couldn't escape.

The alcohol didn't help, but it seemed as if he still needed it to numb his senses. You hoped that one day he wouldn't need the bottle to escape his duties.

You hoped that one day you could take on that role.

You gently led him to his bed and chuckled as he flopped onto the mattress like a sack being tossed onto the pantry floor. He mumbled something, and you understood.

First, you slowly removed his boots and placed them beside his bed. Then you helped him slip out of his doublet, which you folded and laid on a chair. You placed his tunic right next to them, as well as his belt. You left his trousers on, not knowing how he would react, if you would touch him this way.

"Do you need anything else, my prince?" you asked him solicitously, but you received no answer. Not even a murmur.

Instead, you heard a soft snore, and you sighed.

With quiet steps, you approached the bed and looked down at the sleeping Targaryen. His features were relaxed, and he seemed to be sleeping calmly and peacefully. It suited him well.

You would love to see him so relaxed during the day.

You leaned forward carefully and stroked a silver strand of hair from his forehead ever so gently. He had his demons, but he was admittedly so very beautiful.

An angel in the sheets.

With a sigh, you finally got up and left his chambers so you could go to bed yourself. The day had been long, and you, too, were exhausted.

Aegon awoke the next morning with a throbbing behind his forehead and a great deal of confusion spreading within him.

He didn't know how he got to his chambers, nor who had undressed him. For a moment, he thought he had shared a bed with someone, but no woman lay beside him, and the sheets weren't dirty either. So he hadn't had a rendezvous.

Sitting up, he wiped the sleep from his eyes and let out a long, hearty yawn. But then his gaze fell on the small table that stood beside his bed. Instead of a bucket of wine, which should have been prepared, there was a cup of water and a small pink flower lay beside it.

It was you. You, his future wife. You, the woman he had thought would hate him.

You had cared for him in a way his mother never had. Your sweet, gentle nature was something he had never encountered before, but he wanted to experience it anew every day.

He barely knew you, and yet he was now certain that he loved you. He couldn't help it. Who could not love such a wonderful being as you?

And so he set out to find you.

He found you in the gardens of the Red Keep. The sky was clear, and the sun fell in soft rays onto your face, giving you an ethereal glow. Your hands stroked some of the rose petals, and you leaned closer to the bush to smell them. The smile that then formed on your face made his knees go weak.

What had he done to deserve a woman like you?

He approached you with slow steps, holding the flower you had left on his nightstand. The crack of a branch under his boot finally betrayed him.

"My prince," you said happily, beaming at him.

"My betrothed," he replied, giving you a small, uncharacteristic bow. He held out the flower for you to take.

A blush bloomed on your soft cheeks as you took the flower from him and tucked it behind your ear. The petals were the same color as your dress, which framed your body in such a way that he wished to worship you like a goddess.

"I wanted to apologize to you for last night," he began slowly, careful with each word. "I acted like a fool."

"Yes, you did," you replied in your soft, almost melodic voice. You expected something more.

"I have embarrassed and disgraced myself. I beg your pardon, my lady. Sincerely. From the bottom of my heart," he tried, holding his breath.

It was only a few seconds of silence, but to him it felt like an eternity.

But then you took a step toward him. And then another, and then another, until you had to tilt your head back slightly so you could still look into his eyes. Although not much, you were still a little shorter than him.

"I wish to be a good wife to you, Aegon," you began. "But in return, I would like to call you a husband I love and enjoy being around."

For a moment, Aegon didn’t know how to react. He wanted to jump in pure joy, take you in his arms, kiss you, push you against the nearest wall to show you how much you already meant to him, but instead he just stared at you.

"Aegon?" you asked carefully, placing one of your delicate hands on his arm. The gesture sent a spark through his entire body, a flame that would never go out.

"What do I have to do?" he asked instead. "Please, I want to be good. I want your love, your trust. I want you."

Your hand slid gently down his arm, and Aegon felt as if he had reached the arms of heaven. Finally, you intertwined your fingers with his and squeezed lovingly.

"If you declare me worthy of your love and affection, then I would gladly have it," you answered with a smile that melted his heart.

He nodded immediately and brought your clasped hands to his face, where he pressed a gentle kiss to the back of your hand. After all, he had missed it during your first meeting.

You, too, leaned forward and pressed a small kiss to the back of his hand.

He smiled at you, and you smiled back.

And when he leaned in and his lips brushed against yours in a feather light kiss, you and he both knew that your marriage would not be a disappointment.

He would prove it to his mother. He would prove it to you.

And he would be the best husband you could possibly have.

For you.

His love, his beautiful rose.

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[losergames]

Chop Shop is strictly 18+ for language, themes, and potential explicit content. 

🔗 - Game Intro | Bug Report | Ko-Fi

Episode Four is now available! (+ 59,000) - PLAY HERE

Debrief after your meeting with Inez.

Steal... or don't!

Yvonne has a secret.

2 more achievements.

And more!

This update comes with a patch (Version 1.2.3) For this update you will need to start a NEW SAVE. An updated inventory macro has been implemented and is not compatible with old saves. I really wish you didn't have to but it's what's best for the game and its longevity!

Patch notes + author notes are under the cut. If preferred, you can access them in game in the start menu.

STORY

PROLOGUE:

General edits and fixes.

More vague, as to not elicit any emotional connection to the crew for continuity.

EPISODE 01:

Added a new set of personality building choices when meeting KJ, Jonno, Natasha and Aiden at the bar.

EPISODE 02:

Tweaked the conversation with Dilani in the closing scene to reflect more on the situation. Added some more fearful dialogue and flavour text.

Other general edits and fixes.

EPISODE 03:

Fixed gaps and spacing issues.

Minor phrasing and sentence structure changes.

Grammar and typo fixes.

UI + TECHNICAL

SETTINGS:

Changing the font size now only applies to the game text in the passages.

Added descriptions to the toggleable settings.

UI:

The background now changes colour dependent on what theme you are using, instead of the default black.

INVENTORY:

The inventory macro has been updated! Previously V2, now V3 of the ChapelR Simple Inventory Macro.

CREATE A SAVE

Modified the randomise PC choice, setting pronouns in 'sets' instead of randomising each pronoun separately.

GAMEPLAY MODE

Players can now choose a gameplay mode when starting a new save: Regular or Challenge.

Challenge mode disables the back button, disallowing players to return to the previous passage. Players cannot redo dice rolls or try out different choices for desired outcomes.

Challenge mode is not available in Create A Save. All CAS made saves default to regular mode.

AN: hello hello! it has been a while -- episode 04 is finally here!

this ep was a long one to get through but we finally made it out of the fog. i found that i wrote a bunch of stuff that just... didn't fit? but is hopefully going to be used later down the line, so it's cool i've got shells of scenes for later.

i can't find any game breaking bugs myself and my amazing beta testers have scanned through as many possible variants as they can! of course, if there is anything funky, broken, or maybe not triggering correctly, please submit a bug report!

again i will say that you will need to start a NEW SAVE for this update. unfortunately the updated inventory macro is not compatible with previous saves. i really didn't want this to be a thing when updating chop shop but it is unfortunately just the way for this update - apologies!! i know it's super annoying when games do this but chop shop is still a wip so there will always be some teething problems along the way.

as i look through my notes, we have now completed act 1 of my outline (AAAAHH) so soooo exciting. finally pc can stop wringing their hands about being bad and actually //start// being bad.

if you've made it this far -- hello and thank you! i'm so happy we're at the point where PC is making some real decisions, taking another step into their life of crime.

happy update day and happy reading!! thank you so much for the continued support and patience!!! i hope you enjoy the new episode! - becky :-) <3

[i-reblog-castiel]

YOU GET IT

being an angel is integral to how castiel views both himself and his relationships (this is exemplified heavily in the endverse, even if his ideas and attitudes about himself in relation to humanity have changed). I love how you mentioned how much it plays into who he is, how when he's an angel (even with failing or stolen grace) he routinely puts his duty above interpersonal relationships or who he is as a person because of this view he holds towards himself.

Castiel was created to be a tool. When he has grace, he can't find it within himself to let that function go. He can't shift his priorities; he was, is, and will be a weapon (how he's treated at times throughout the series confirms this to himself, but that's a whole other essay). He believes (or wants to believe) that he's undeserving or incapable of maintaining interpersonal relationships because of his divine nature. If/when he has grace, he doesn't have that issue, because like you said, he doesn't have that duty anymore; he's not a weapon. Using the metaphor "I need you like air; I need you like a gun," cas sees himself as a broken gun when he has no grace. it's why he doesn't believe that dean wants him around on a hunt or to see him when he's on his "Steve" arc, because he believes his worth to people is tied to his usefulness (also probably why he is so meticulous at the gas n sip). As a human, he doesn't need to fight holy wars, he can just be a person, which, like you said, gets rid of the active choice cas needs to make to sideline duty and focus on what makes him happy .

part of what makes not only destiel, but relationships cas has formed with jack, sam, charlie, rowena, and every other character so raw is that he needs to make the active choice to be there for them, despite the fact that he could be doing literally anything else. despite the fact that he could be fighting demons 24/7 or hunting constantly or chilling in heaven.

I've also seen scenarios where cas chooses to be human, being the stand in for that active choice, but I believe cas staying an angel would still be better. as a human, he makes that choice once and is stuck with that. it's a big choice and is amazing for the emotional gravitas of the moment, but as a continued angel, he has to make that decision every day. every interaction between anyone he has a relationship with, especially dean, becomes so much more meaningful when he stays.

also that fic is 100% on my reading list i love post-empty fics where he stays an angel and they just kinda gotta. deal with that.

there’s some excellent human cas fic out there that i love wholeheartedly, but at the end of the day im an angel endgame cas truther because i, like dean winchester, am a monsterfucker

[taevescence]

She's All I Wanna Be | Kim Seokjin x Reader

Summary: You've loved Jin in silence for years. You’ve been his best friend, his safe place, the one constant in his life. You waited patiently, reading between the lines, believing that one day he’d finally see you as something more. And just when you thought that moment had come, he introduced you to his girlfriend—the first one since you’ve known him. Now, with your heart wavering between habit and longing, you don’t know whether to give up… or fight for him. Author’s note: PLEASE READ BEFORE STARTING! This is the first chapter of the BOTN series (where all 7 members have their own story). Now, if you happened to read the old version—let me tell you, it has nothing to do with this one. I deleted it. It no longer exists. I wanted to make some changes (especially to the narration), so I started from scratch. That’s something I’m planning to do with most of the things I’ve published (except for the ones in the old masterlist). With that said, I really hope you enjoy the fic! I’d love to know what you think 💕 My asks are always open for you! Pairing: Bassist!Jin x Fem!Reader AUs: Band!AU Word count: 6.3k Warnings/tags: Childhood best friends. It’s actually very angsty (not sorry). The reader is a seamstress. There’s subtle, implicit workplace sexism. Jin sends very mixed signals. Oh, and there's a love triangle.  Status: Ongoing. Permanent Taglist: @thunderg @minjianhyung @queenv1997 @yoongtism @lizzymizzy-blogg @superbbananananana @drpepperobsessed @themwordsblog @taekritimin123 @bluecloudss @yooglefics @tan-veee@angellekookie @madussthougths @meadowsweetskoo You can join the taglist here! Dividers by @sisterlucifergraphics

You looked at your reflection through the stained-glass window of the small café where Jin had asked to meet you a few hours earlier. It was tucked behind several large corporate buildings, hidden away by their modern and excessive architecture—a stark contrast that was almost laughable. The café walls mimicked the look of wood, and hundreds of fake vines adorned the interior, giving it a rustic, wild touch. The tables, which you were sure were made of mahogany, were just big enough to seat two people, and the chairs were spacious and comfortable enough to sit in for hours.

It was the perfect place to read on a sunny afternoon—or to sip a warm cup of hot chocolate on a rainy evening. The perfect place for quiet confessions between people who had known each other all their lives.

The thought made your cheeks warm, and your heart skip a few beats in joy.

It was Saturday—the only day you allowed yourself to wake up a bit later than usual. Sleeping in until 9 a.m. was “late” by your standards, especially since you normally got up at 5 on weekdays. Just an hour after your alarm went off, Yellow by Coldplay began to play. You immediately knew it was Jin. He was the only person in your contacts with a personalized ringtone.

You thought he’d say something silly, maybe make a joke, or even call to complain about one of the guys in the band. But he didn’t. His voice was soft, broken up by small, nervous laughs as he mumbled something about meeting in two hours at your usual café—the one you always went to when you needed to catch up or just be with each other.

And you said yes.

Your voice was calm and steady, just as certain as the hundreds of other times you’d said “yes” to Jin over the course of your life. But inside, you were a mess of nerves. Sure, it was normal for Jin to call you on weekends. Yes, it was normal for you two to meet at that old but cozy café. But he’d never sounded like that before. Never that nervous about asking you to hang out.

That made your mind race with possibilities—each one ending with the two of you walking out of that café no longer just childhood friends… but something more.

So, you got dressed up—more than usual. You used the most expensive makeup in your kit, careful to keep the look subtle enough for a coffee shop, but still soft and captivating. You wore a simple yet elegant dress—one that Jin himself had bought for your birthday (and nearly gave you a heart attack when you found out how much it cost). You wore brand-new shoes that you'd originally planned to debut at your sister’s wedding, and you straightened your hair with care, adding a special lotion to make it shinier and softer.

You looked beautiful. You felt beautiful.

You’d arrived about ten minutes ago—almost eleven now—and all you could do was stare at your reflection in the glass, fidgeting with your hair over and over again, trying to fix invisible flaws, trying to calm the rising anxiety with each passing second.

And then Jin arrived.

Your entire body responded to his presence instantly. Your back straightened, your lips parted slightly, and your eyes lit up in a way they hadn’t before.

He wore a simple cream-colored suit that only made his delicate features stand out more. His hair, as always, was perfect—now a rich, dark brown that framed his face beautifully. He spotted you immediately and made his way over with that quiet confidence he always had.

“Before you scold me for being late—it wasn’t my fault,” he said quickly, sitting across from you with that effortlessly elegant air that was so uniquely his. “I had to take a few detours to shake off some reporters who… You know what? Doesn’t matter. What matters is we’re both here—and there’s a killer deal on Saturdays.”

You laughed at the sight of his annoyed expression as he rummaged through his bag—because Jin couldn’t care less if the media called him feminine for carrying a bag—in search of what you assumed was his wallet. You could hear him mumbling under his breath. You couldn’t quite make out the words, but you were sure they were complaints and insults aimed at those ‘lifeless’ people obsessed with him and the other members.

You simply nodded, resting your chin on your hand as you watched every little detail of his face, every small change in expression. You knew the way he’d jerk his head back when something startled or annoyed him. You knew he covered his face when he was embarrassed. You knew his voice got higher and faster when he was upset. You guessed that was the result of a friendship that had lasted over twenty years, born from the affection your mothers had for each other.

“Have you ordered yet? This one’s on me,” he said once he’d finally found his wallet and placed it gently on the table. It had a cute sticker of a little plant with a face. You gave it to him five years ago when you joined a botany club. He stuck it on right away, and it was still there.

“Ah, no, not yet,” you said, clearing your throat as a blush crept up your cheeks. “I wanted to wait for you,” you added quietly. You weren’t sure if he heard you or not. But it didn’t matter—not when you were so sure that today, everything would change.

“Great! Then I’ll get the usual,” he said, turning his head in search of the waitress who usually served you both. She always wore a bright smile, her hair decorated with colorful clips shaped like cats and bunnies that stood out almost as much as her vibrant red hair.

You didn’t catch most of the small talk. You knew both of you had greeted her politely, and that she said something about how lovely you two looked today. Then things got blurry.

You blamed Jin—for looking that good while talking.

There was something about the way he smiled and laughed at his own nonsense that you found utterly endearing. Everything about him was enchanting to you, if we’re being honest—but his smile? Seeing him happy? That’s what you loved the most.

“Let me guess—one slice of cheesecake, one lemon pie, and two cups of coffee?” Saeyoung asked, glancing between the two of you with a knowing look, waiting for confirmation so she could head to the counter.

“You read my mind,” Jin replied with a soft laugh as he pulled out his card. “That, and a tiramisu.”

Saeyoung blinked, confused. You straightened in your seat. The two of you exchanged a silent look, one that said exactly the same thing. Confusion.

In all the years you’d been coming here, Jin had never invited anyone else. Not even the guys from the band. You’d both agreed—this place was your little escape from the world, a hidden corner just for the two of you.

So who was he inviting?

Right then, the soft bell above the door chimed, followed by a gentle click and quick footsteps heading straight toward your table.

Only then did you actually notice the person who had just arrived—now walking toward you both with a bright smile and a hand raised in greeting.

You’d seen hundreds of beautiful women in your life. You went to a school full of wealthy people, the kind who could afford a level of self-care others couldn’t. You’d seen models, actresses, and singers at the events hosted by BOTN. You’d even designed clothes for emerging models—each one stunning.

But her?

She was on a whole different level.

She was much shorter than both you and Jin. With those pink heels, she was probably just barely 5'3". Her skin looked soft and flawless, with a hint of blush on her cheeks. Her nose was small and upturned, and her lips were full and a gorgeous rosy pink that perfectly matched her pale rose suit—which you swore was from Celine. But the most beautiful thing about her? Her eyes. Large, dark, with long lashes that fluttered like butterflies every time she blinked.

In short, she looked like an angel.

“Yeji! You made it,” Jin said, standing up the second he saw her approaching. He stepped aside and pulled a chair over from another table, placing it in the empty spot between you both. He held it open until she sat down, then finally sat again himself.

“Yeah, I got a bit lost getting here. All the streets looked the same,” She adjusted herself in the chair with a clumsy gesture, fixing a strand of blonde hair—which obviously wasn't natural, but suited her so well she could have been born with that color—pushing it behind her ear. You noticed how her cheeks turned even redder when she mentioned getting lost. Oh, and of course, you noticed that her voice was one of the softest and warmest you had heard in at least the last two years.

Was everything about her really this… sweet and beautiful?

“Y/N, this is Yeji.” He was looking at you. But his hand was resting on Yeji’s on the table, his thumb gently stroking her hand. All of this while his gaze remained fixed on you. Warm. Soft. In love. But not with you. “My girlfriend.”

Everything stopped for a second. The air in your lungs seemed to vanish, your heart seemed to stop beating, and your head went completely blank. You were sure your whole body was tense, your hands, which were now clasped together on the table, were gripping way too tightly, and your eyes were fixed on ‘Yeji’ with tears threatening to spill at any moment.

But it was only for a second.

You took a breath. It was a little shaky, probably too close to a sob, but no tears came. You wouldn’t let yourself cry—not now, not with both of them here. Not after hearing that.

You cleared your throat, counted to three, and put on the same smile you always gave Jin. And to Yeji.

“Your girlfriend? You never told me about her. How long have you been together?” You subtly lowered your hands, afraid Jin would see them trembling, afraid he would notice that crack the news had just made. He couldn’t see it. He couldn’t know how you felt about him.

Why had you thought today would change things?

Why did you believe it was mutual?

“We’ve been together for three months!” Yeji answered, her eyes quickly moving to Jin, sparkling in a way you knew all too well. Your eyes sparkled that way when you looked at him. “Jin has told me so much about you over these past few months that I couldn’t help but beg him to introduce us.”

Now all her attention was on you. She took your hands from under the table, holding them between hers, smiling at you with so much emotion that you almost felt guilty. Why did you feel guilty?

“Jin always mentioned how beautiful you were, but seeing you in person is really something else.”

You tried to smile. You tried to be as polite as possible. But it was hard. There were so many questions running through your head, so many things you couldn’t understand. Why had he told her about you? Because you were his best friend, of course—his parents knew you too—but why had he told her he thought you were beautiful?

Did it matter? The answer was simple. No. Because even if he spoke about you, even if he told her you were beautiful, it was her who was by his side.

And you’d have to watch from afar. Again.

Jin wasn’t a womanizer, at least not the type you saw in movies. During his teenage years, he never had a girlfriend. You knew this because you were inseparable, nobody could separate you, and you spent most of your time together, hardly talking to anyone else.

Things changed when he started his band project, specifically when they released their first album. It was a huge success, playing on every local radio station, and all the young people seemed to love the songs. And the members.

It was after a month of releasing the first album that this “womanizer phase” began. He went out with several girls, not for just one night, but for short periods—one month, maybe three. It had never been serious. He had never introduced you to any of them. You knew from rumors, from women’s clothes in his apartment, from the loving calls and messages you sometimes saw by accident on his phone.

Jin had never given any hints about his love life with you, and for some reason, that gave you hope.

Because despite being able to be with any of those beautiful and talented women, he always came back to you. You were always by his side.

But it wasn’t until this moment that you realized; you were always there because he considered you his best friend, not because he was in love with you.

And Yeji was the perfect example of that realization.

“Thank you, Yeji. Can I call you that?” You kept your eyes locked on hers, afraid to face Jin right now, afraid he would notice your fear, your shame, your sadness. You wanted to run. You wanted to disappear completely.

But you wouldn’t. Because Jin’s happiness came before your selfish desires. Because before being in love with him, you were his friend.

“Oh, of course! We’re the same age anyway.” She nodded quickly before relaxing her smile a little. No, it wasn’t relaxed. It was a shy smile, embarrassed, fearful. “Ah, sorry, am I being too forward? We’ve just met, and I already took your hands like this, how rude of me!” She let go of your hands, leaving them gently on your lap. You noticed how hers were shaking, how, despite her cheerful expression, there seemed to be a hint of fear hidden beneath.

“Don’t worry, I have a friend who’s much, um, more expressive with her affection.” You said softly, as if trying to calm her. You were trying to, weren’t you? “You can call me Y/N if you want,” you leaned in a little closer to her, lowering your voice just enough to make it seem like a secret between you two, though you were sure Jin would hear it perfectly. “Between us, I’m not a big fan of honorifics.”

You smiled faintly when you heard her laugh at your comment. It hurt. It hurt seeing her be so beautiful and speaking harmoniously, it hurt that even her personality at first glance seemed kind. It hurt because you couldn’t hate her.

When you looked at Jin again, his eyes were fixed on yours. The warmth from before was still there, you could feel it, from his smile, from his relaxed posture. Why did he have to look at you with that gaze that seemed to want to give everything, if he’d never give it all to you?

Maybe that was what hurt the most.

“And he told you she was his girlfriend? Seriously?” Chaeyoung, who was barely managing to stuff more food into her mouth, frowned at you. She was wearing a T-shirt you were pretty sure belonged to Yoongi, and a pair of shorts way too short for how cold it was at this hour. “That’s so weird. Who sets up a breakfast meeting to introduce their girlfriend? Like, couldn’t he have just called you at, I don’t know, four or something?”

“You’re totally missing the point of this conversation, Chaeyoung,” Sooah mumbled. Her lilac iPad —the one she took everywhere— sat on her side of the table, screen filled with rows of meetings and deadlines. Her phone displayed a bunch of agency contacts she was quickly scribbling down on one of the napkins they’d gotten with their order. “Though, she’s not wrong. It is weird. He didn’t even tell us he was seeing someone. Maybe I should talk to him tomorrow.” The last part was more to herself than to either of you.

Sooah had been the boys’ manager not long after they debuted. She was organized, level-headed, and ridiculously smart. She was, in short, the perfect woman to put opportunistic companies in their place and demand proper pay and treatment for the boys. She’d been one of the group’s biggest pillars, and everyone —from the members to the fans— knew that a good part of their success came from her relentless work and effort to get people to see them.

“So this is the first time he’s ever introduced one of his girlfriends to you?” She grabbed one of the soju bottles on the table, opened it effortlessly, and took a sip. Her eyes stayed on you the entire time, like she was waiting for an answer you couldn’t give her. At least not right now. You were still way too shocked to even process the news. “She must be someone really special if he did that.” She paused, registering what she’d just said. Realizing she’d just hit a nerve.

Sooah gave her a raised eyebrow. You covered your face with both hands. She looked between the two of you and let out a short, awkward laugh.

“But he told you first! That makes you special too!” Chaeyoung turned to Sooah with pleading eyes, silently begging her to help smooth things over, to say something that would lighten the mood.

She didn’t.

“He took her to our special place,” you mumbled, still hiding your face in your hands. You could hear your voice —how it sounded like a child throwing a tantrum because someone else had just played in the sandbox you’d guarded your whole life. You remembered reading somewhere that when sadness and heartbreak overwhelm you, you tend to regress a little. Act younger than you are. And now you got it. You got it so well it made you feel embarrassed.

You were better than this.

But here you were, one second away from crying because a sweet, beautiful girl had stolen the heart of the man you thought was the love of your life.

Both Chaeyoung and Sooah exchanged a look. They’d spent years around you; by this point, they were almost your best friends —though Sooah would never admit that out loud. You and Sooah had known each other since 2013, the year BOTN debuted. Chaeyoung joined the circle three years later, and the three of you had been practically inseparable ever since. How could you not be? You saw each other more than anyone else in your lives.

Sooah was always wherever the group was —constantly keeping things in check, making sure everything ran smoothly. Chaeyoung… well, she was wherever Yoongi was. Every concert, every shoot —always there to support him. Perks of being your own boss. And you, you’d always been there for Jin. To remind him he was doing amazing work when he felt down, to be in the crowd at every show just so he wouldn’t feel alone.

Now you weren’t even sure if you had the right to do that anymore. Was it even okay, when he had a girlfriend who was probably ready to do all of that for him?

“Y/N,” Sooah started, letting out a soft sigh before turning off her iPad and giving you her full attention, “have you thought that maybe… it’s time to let him go?”

“Wait, what?” Chaeyoung shook her head like she’d just heard the dumbest thing ever. “No way. Absolutely not. She’s been in love with him for years! You can’t just let go after spending over a decade trying to win him over —that would be such a waste of time!”

“Exactly. She’s already wasted enough time chasing someone who never loved her back. She’s 25 now. It’s time to move on. There are hundreds of men out there who could replace him,” she crossed her arms, eyes locked on you even though her words were aimed at Chaeyoung.

You were pretty sure their argument went on for a while, but you were too focused on your untouched plate to care about what they were saying.

Everything around you started to blur, fade out —the noise, the smell of grilled meat and smoke, the faint music playing from an old radio, the soft rustling of the tent’s plastic flaps.

All you could hear now was Jin’s voice introducing you to his girlfriend. Yeji’s voice, greeting you like she genuinely liked you. Like she expected the two of you to be friends. And all you could see was the way Jin’s eyes sparkled. The way he sparkled.

You frowned. Closed your eyes. Counted to ten.

You weren’t going to cry.

“I’m not going to do anything,” you whispered. But you knew they both heard it, because their voices fell silent instantly. You didn’t look at them. You couldn’t. “I don’t want to replace him, because I know no one could ever take Jin’s place.” You took a breath, straightened your posture, and looked at your two friends —hoping that just doing that might make it easier to carry the weight on your chest. “But I’m not going to get in the middle of his relationship either. That girl… Yeji… she doesn’t deserve that. And Jin doesn’t either.”

Sooah sighed. Chaeyoung looked at you with sympathy. And you… you just tried your best to finish the food on your plate despite the lump in your throat.

A week.

It had been a week since Jin's confession, and the world kept turning.

People still walked from work to their homes, the sun still rose in the morning, time kept moving forward—but not in the same way it used to.

You got up at five, did your workout routine, took a shower, had breakfast. By eight, you were on your way to work; you arrived, worked on your designs, followed your boss’s orders, ate lunch, went back to work. At seven, you went home, had dinner, changed into your pajamas, watered your plants, went to bed. By eleven thirty, you were fast asleep.

Life went on. But you felt more stuck than ever.

You tried to distract yourself with work, tried to take extra hours, avoid Jin’s calls, reply to his messages as dryly as possible. You tried to set a boundary—for your own good, and for the sake of Jin’s relationship.

But it wasn’t easy to ignore your best friend.

“Ugh, that meeting was so boring. I don’t know why Mr. Lee can’t just give us a summary,” said Soojin, a young intern who’d been hired a few months ago. She had a wild fashion sense and wasn’t what you’d call “subtle” when it came to complaining about work. But she was good company.

You weren’t really listening to the rest of her rant. You were too focused on your phone’s inbox.

25 messages. You had 25 messages from Jin. Most of them were him telling you about his day—he always did that, you always talked about your days at work. Your shared chat was like a diary, one filled with references only the two of you understood, full of thoughts and feelings neither of you could share with anyone else because they belonged to just the two of you.

You turned off your phone.

“You can leave early if you want, I’ve got something to discuss with Mr. Lee before heading out,” you said suddenly, cutting off Soojin’s verbal vomit. She just blinked and shrugged before kissing you on the cheek and wishing you “good luck.”

You slipped your phone into one of your coat pockets and walked to your desk to grab a lime green folder. Your name was written on it in delicate, elegant handwriting. You’d made it when you graduated college, determined to use it one day to show your designs to your future boss. Determined to chase your dream.

You hadn’t dared to use it until now. Maybe because, in a way, you felt like you couldn’t possibly feel worse than you already did.

Your heart had been broken less than a week ago. If it broke again now, while the wound was still fresh, maybe it would save you from suffering later. Did that logic make sense? Probably not.

You walked toward Mr. Lee’s office, clutching the folder to your chest, head held high. Confidence is everything. If you believe in what you do—even if it’s stupid—you’ll convince anyone. Or at least that’s what your mom always said.

You knocked on the glass door with your knuckles—two soft taps—and Mr. Lee, already in his 60s, looked up from the stack of papers on his desk to give you a cold, sharp stare. Your whole body froze, and the only thing left inside you was regret and the urge to run away.

But you didn’t. It was too late now.

You walked in quietly, deliberately looking around the office to avoid his gaze. The shelves sparkled, the floor looked like a mirror, and his desk was so clean that if it weren’t for the metal supports, you wouldn’t even see it.

“Miss Y/N, care to explain why you’re in my office at this hour?” His raspy voice and condescending tone made you shrink where you stood. He had always seemed like a serious, intimidating man; no one ever dared speak up in meetings, no one ever looked him in the eye, and you didn’t think you’d ever heard anyone say they’d had a friendly chat with him after work.

The last time you saw someone come out of his office, the guy had tears all over his face.

“I’m sorry for bothering you so late, Mr. Lee,” you murmured, head down, eyes on your nails—painted the same color as your folder. You took a breath. Tried to think of something that would calm you. Plants. You loved plants. How about a field? A field full of exotic flowers and the smell of wet soil. You, sitting on a hill in the middle of it. Jin beside you. The weight in your chest eased just a bit. “I know you’re a busy man, so I’ll be brief.”

You reached out and handed him your folder. This time, you ignored his disapproving look.

“I’d like you to take a look at my designs,” you said in the firmest tone you could muster. You were surprised you didn’t stutter at all.

Mr. Lee’s eyes fell on the folder. Your heart nearly stopped when he took it from your hands, opened it, and flipped through the pages in silence. You had spent years working on those designs. He took less than a minute to glance through them and toss them into the corner of his desk.

“The next time you waste my time, I hope it’s for something actually worth it, Miss Y/N.”

He didn’t even look at them. Not really.

“I’m sorry for wasting your time,” you whispered, gathering your things, bowing at a perfect ninety degrees, and walking out of his office.

You didn’t start crying until you got back to your desk. But it wasn’t the loud, sobbing, throat-burning kind of crying. It was the silent kind. The kind of crying that comes when you’re resigned. When you just accept what happened because you weren’t expecting anything better.

Because deep down, you knew he was going to reject you.

And you weren’t sure if you were crying over your boss’s rejection, or Jin’s.

You didn’t bother wiping your tears away—there was no point. They’d keep falling until you found at least a little bit of relief. You packed up your things, much slower than usual. Not like you had anything else to do afterward.

You don’t remember exactly how you got to the company’s entrance, but you knew you’d looked down when you passed Mr. Lee’s office again. You remembered getting into the elevator and seeing your reflection—broken, sad, empty. That only made you cry harder.

But no one said anything. Because people are like that. They can see someone crying their eyes out in the middle of the street and still do nothing to help.

And you were really, really grateful for that right now.

The walk from the elevator to the exit was a bit clearer. You remembered saying goodbye to the security guards, hearing the sound of your heels echoing with every step, watching your tears hit the floor, and the tightness in your chest making it hard to breathe properly.

And then you heard his voice. That’s the part you remember the clearest.

“Y/N?”

You looked up, biting the inside of your lip when you saw Jin standing at the entrance, wearing a wool hat you’d given him back when you finished school and a black face mask barely covering his chin. His phone was in his hands. You felt your pocket vibrate.

He was calling you.

“Are you crying?” He already knew the answer. Of course he did—that’s why he didn’t wait for a reply. He rushed over to you, cupping your face in his hands, checking you carefully, with that worried look that made your heart skip because it meant he cared. “What happened? Did you get hurt? Did some jerk try to touch you? Because if someone—swear to God I’ll—”

You didn’t let him finish. You couldn’t. You wrapped your arms around his waist and let everything you’d been holding in that week pour out. The guilt was still there, eating you up inside, but the pain—and the need to feel him close, to get even the tiniest bit of comfort—was stronger.

You felt his body relax in your arms, and almost instantly, his arms wrapped around you. He buried his face in your shoulder, held you like he was the one who needed the hug, like he was the one who had missed you the way you missed him.

“I want to go home,” you whispered against his chest, gripping his jacket like your life depended on it. Maybe because, in that moment, it kind of did.

“I brought my car.” He didn’t move. If anything, he held you tighter. One of his hands slid into your hair, gently stroking it—just like he always did when you cried. “I’ll take you.”

"I can’t believe he did that. What’s his problem?" Jin said, his voice slightly higher and more irritated than usual. His brows were furrowed and his lips formed an almost imperceptible pout. He was angry. He was angry because your boss had dismissed your effort. You’d be lying if you said that didn’t feel good. "Your work is seriously amazing. Our fans always go crazy when you design our outfits."

You let out a soft laugh. Faint. Jin wasn’t wrong—his fans had always appreciated the style you gave the boys because you cared about their comfort and essence. You weren’t just looking for something that looked cool—you wanted their outfits to scream their personalities. You wanted them to be iconic, memorable, something that felt like part of who they were.

So far, you’d done a great job.

"I need that party pooper’s approval, not your fans’, you know?" you muttered, looking at the coffee mug resting on the glass coffee table. You really liked glass tables, and you loved decorating them with small plants in pastel-colored pots. There was something about those things—clean, natural, fragrant—that calmed you, even just a little.

They gave you peace. The kind of peace you could only find at home.

"My fans are way more important than that bald guy," he shook his head, as if he was genuinely confused about how you could even compare them to his sweet little Stars. You’d never fully liked the name they gave their fandom. But you never said anything.

"I wish it felt that way," you pulled your legs up, hugging them tightly enough to rest your chin on your knees. The coffee was still on the table. The steam had nearly stopped rising.

You both shared a silence. Long. Peaceful. Without the same tension that had lingered between you ever since Jin introduced you to Yeji. For the first time in these seven days, you finally stopped feeling that weight in your chest that seemed to freeze time.

For once, it was just you and him.

"Jokes aside," Jin set his own mug next to yours. His was a lovely pastel pink. Yours was cream-colored. "You’re incredible, Y/N. Seriously. And the only one losing here is him." He placed a hand on your back. His fingers tangled in your hair again, his eyes lost somewhere in the blank space on your back. "He has no idea what an amazing woman he’s letting go of."

Your heart skipped a beat. Your breath caught. And you couldn’t resist lifting your gaze to meet his face.

It didn’t feel like he was talking about your boss. It felt far too personal. You felt it too personally.

You didn’t know when it had happened exactly, but his face was much closer to yours now. Barely a breath separated you. You both stared in silence, and the tension you thought had been left behind wrapped around you again, suffocating. And this time, you were sure you weren’t the only one feeling it.

His eyes looked darker, his lips were pressed together, and you could see his Adam’s apple move nervously every few seconds.

Before you could think, before you could even question what was happening between the two of you, you opened your mouth, the doubt planted in you since meeting Yeji finally breaking free.

"Why didn’t you ever mention her?" you whispered, afraid that speaking louder would shatter the atmosphere and lead you both to make a mistake you’d regret the next day.

"Why have you been ignoring me?" he replied, his eyes scanning every inch of your face, studying it carefully. You were sure they lingered a little longer on your lips.

"I didn’t want to overstep."

"I didn’t want you to meet her."

You swallowed hard. Bit the inside of your cheek. Spoke again.

"Why?"

"Because that makes it real."

You wanted to look away, to hold on to your principles, to remind yourself that this was all in your head—that he wasn’t really looking at you with that intense gleam in his eyes, that he wasn’t actually glancing at your lips every five seconds.

You wanted to remind yourself that none of those gestures belonged to you.

But it was too hard.

"Then why did you introduce me to her in the first place?" Why are you with her? That was the real question you wanted to ask—the one that gnawed at you so much it made your heart ache. But you couldn’t say it out loud.

That question seemed to shatter the moment entirely. Jin looked away and ran a hand through his hair. His eyes blinked fast, his head tilted back, and he looked so confused and hurt—like he wasn’t even sure of the answer himself, like saying it out loud would sting.

"She wanted to meet you," he murmured, his voice a little hoarser, his eyes avoiding yours completely. "She really liked you."

You let your legs fall, stretching them across the floor. You looked back at the coffee; this time, there wasn’t a single trace of steam left.

"Why were you talking to her about me?"

"Because you’re the most important person to me."

The words came out too easily, too fast, like they’d been dancing on his tongue for a long time before he finally said them. You wished it were just as easy not to react to them.

"It’s late," you stood up carefully, wincing as a tingling sensation rushed through your legs. They felt shaky and numb, but you had to force them to move. You had to get out of here. "I’m going to bed—you know where everything is."

You both said goodnight. You both lay down in separate rooms. But neither of you managed to fall asleep—not when you were both too aware of the other’s presence. Not after nearly ruining everything.

That night, you found yourself remembering your conversation with Chaeyoung and Sooah again—wondering, just for a moment, if you could really let him go after tonight.

Masterlist.

[too-much-tma-stuff]

Finally getting help (pt 2)

This one actually is edited thanks to @basementqueercock! Thank you friend!

part 1 | Masterpost

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Vlad had been making a stink at the Gala about the Wayne brats taking his godson from him without his permission when the music suddenly cut out. Bruce Wayne himself stalked towards Vlad with an expression that was honestly a little intimidating, even if Vlad obviously wasn’t scared of such an empty headed pretty boy even if he was one of the richest and most influential people on the planet. He was Plasmius! He could take a rich pretty boy is he had to!

“Ah! Mr. Wayne, thank goodness! Your children have taken my Godson off somewhere! I’m sure it’s just a harmless prank but he’s a bit fragile and unpredictable so I really think that it would be best if-“

“Is he fragile and unpredictable because he’s pregnant and you knew?” Bruce asked low and dangerous. Silence spread out around them, even though there’s no way they could have heard they saw the look on Brucie’s face. He rarely got angry but when he did it was serious, when he did it usually meant someone had hurt a kid.

Vlad blanched for a moment, Danny had been so tight lipped about it, so unwilling to tell even those he trusted how did These people know?! “What? What on earth are you talking about? Of course he’s not pregnant, I mean he’s a boy!” Vlad huffed and Bruce’s jaw tightened even more somehow.

“He’s not leaving with you. Get out.” He said low and menacing, then raised his voice. “Sorry to cut the party short everyone but something has come up, a situation that really needs my attention so I’m going to have to put an end to the party early.”

“What do you mean!? He’s MY God son! MY heir! You can’t just keep him from me!” Vlad said, he knew that his eyes were starting to glow a little red but he couldn’t help it. “He’s MINE! Return him to me or you will regret it I swear!”

“See him out.” Bruce said dismissively to a handful of guards who had approached at the start of the commotion A lot of the socialites were already starting to see themselves out, now was not the time to argue, or even stick around when it looked like this might get physical.

“I will be back! I will be back with lawyers and police and the brat’s parents,” Vlad vowed but couldn’t risk fighting the guards any more than a usual old man would on the way out with so many eyes on him. Well he just needed to find a place alone. Then he could transform and come back, possess Bruce Wayne and make him do something heinous in public to ruin him for this.. this- this INDIGNITY!

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Bruce was having a hard time keeping his Batman expressions off his face as he saw that everyone was out of his house and he knew his children were having the same trouble. Dick looked like he was ready to bash someone’s head in and Steph wasn’t that much better. Damian was standing by the door, seeing everyone out with frosty politeness that no one would mistake as genuine. Bruce felt just a little bad, it wasn’t anyone’s fault what they had found tonight. No one else knew about the clearly abused teen they were currently harbouring, but none of the family could help it either. Bruce would send all the guests gift baskets once they could announce what was going on.

Alfred was on the phone with Bruce’s lawyers, sending them the mildly distorted audio from Danny’s earlier conversation with Cas and Dick, and the footage from Vlad Master’s outburst. That had the same sort of distortion over it too which was odd, he’d have to look into it. Cas had already informed him she thought Danny was a meta of some sort, maybe it was connected to that? Or maybe they were aliens? Though Danny being trans was currently the most plausible explanation for his pregnancy. They’d find out more later. What mattered was the footage of both of those would be enough for Bruce to get emergency custody while the family was investigated. 

Tim was with Danny in the room Alfred had fixed for him, helping him settle in and lending him some clothes. Tim was the closest to Danny’s age and also one of the calmer ones right now so he was in charge of trying to make Danny feel safe and comfortable while the family took up battle stations to deal with the legal and logistical elements of this.

Bruce made sure everyone was out, the perimeter was secure, and Oracle was at her computer watching the security feed for anything suspicious including the pattern of distortion Vlad and Danny seemed to emit. He wasn’t sure how paranoid he should be about all this, but he’d seen the way Vlad’s eyes sparked red when he was angry and Batman was sure he was a lot more dangerous then he first seemed. And not just in the way that he was apparently willing to impregnate a boy young enough to be his son.

Finally he couldn’t avoid going to check on Danny anymore. Not that he was Really avoiding it, just that he knew this was going to be an exhausting and difficult conversation and he needed to brace himself for it. With every step towards Danny’s new room he felt the weight gather on his shoulders of what this child must have been through.

He knocked, and let himself in. Immediately clocking the way Danny tensed at the sight of him. Of course a rich older man would set off his alarm bells. Bruce gave the softest smile he could and went to pull out the desk chair across from the bed Danny was sitting on, well out of arms reach so he wouldn’t seem like a threat as he sat down. He glanced at Tim who nodded and went and sat on the bed next to Danny. Solidarity, willing to stand up against Bruce if Danny needed it, safety.

“Hello Danny, it’s nice to meet you. My children told me a bit about.. your situation,” Bruce said with a small grimace. “Would you mind if I ask you some questions? I promise I won’t judge you whatever you say, and I promise I am on your side. No matter what I will try to keep you safe okay? Just tell me the truth, it’ll help me do what needs to be done.”

“Alright Mr. Wayne,” Danny said, though he was still wary.

“Thank you, please call me Bruce. So first, what’s your full name?” he asked deciding to start super easy.

“Daniel James Fenton,” Danny replied softly.

“Your parents names?”

“Doctors Madeline and Jack Fenton,” Huh the fact that he called his parents doctor like it was part of their name seemed to be significant though Bruce wasn’t sure exactly what it meant.

“How old are you?”

“I’m 16,” He said. A little older than he looked but still no where near old enough to have the weight of the world on his shoulders like he did.

“And you’re pregnant?” Bruce asked as gently as he could, Danny nodded. “And you’re sure?”

“Yes,” Danny said softly and Bruce nodded, licking his lips a little.

“Did you take a test then?” He asked and Danny grimaced making a so so motion.

“It’s not… that simple,” He said softly.

“Can you explain it to me please?” Bruce asked softly.

Danny took a deep breath and licked his lips, hesitating, opening his mouth to stat, hesitating again and biting his lip. Bruce stayed quiet as he watched the conflict on Danny’s face. “You work with the justice league right?” Danny asked suddenly which seemed like a bit of a non sequitur to Bruce but he needed. “A bunch of the members aren’t human right?” Ah, Bruce nodded again. “And you’re okay with that?”

“Of course I am Danny,” Bruce promised, soft and reassuring. “People don’t have to be human or from earth to be people. Whatever is going on with you you’re still a person, and a kid, and deserve to be protected.”

“Okay,” Danny said as he scrutinized Bruce’s body language for any sign that he was lying. “Okay. I’ve never been able to trust any adults with this shit but I can’t keep doing this on my own so okay. I’m not human, not fully anyway, not anymore. These are..” He touched his stomach. “Like if you did an ultrasound you wouldn’t see embryos more like… Hang on Here.”

Bruce blinked as Danny suddenly, reached Inside himself, and before he could panic Danny had pulled out a perfectly round object that filled his palm. It shimmered with light from within, cold and sparkling with stars. “Our kind is more energy and light then anything else. This is Us, the mind, heart, everything we are is stored in our core the rest is formed around that. I mean for most of my kind, I’m still half human.” Danny said before replacing the orb inside him. “I have two other little cores inside me right now, feeding on my energy to develop properly, you could see them on an Xray. I don’t know how long they’ll take honestly.” He sighed caressing his stomach again.

 “But I can feel them inside me, I can feel their worry when I’m scared, and their joy when I’m happy, and their love. They’re my babies.” He said with the softest most paternal smile on his lips. The bags under his eyes were awful, he was clearly exhausted and stressed, but his expression told Bruce Danny thought it was all going to be worth it for his children. It brought a lump to his throat he had to clear before he could speak again.

“Okay, do you have access to healthcare appropriate for your.. species?” He asked and Danny nodded. Though he was tight lipped still.

“There are protections for non-human species in America you know,” Tim said.

Bruce and Tim exchanged a confused look as Danny barked a laugh. “Not for MY kind, we were specifically excluded,” He said with a wry curl to his lips. “The shadow or echo left behind when a proper human dies, not sentient or sapient they say. Malicious and dangerous they say. To be captured or exterminated on sight. They would take me, experiment on me, probably put my babies in jars or something.”

Oh, oh fuck, he was shaking, eyes blank and glassy like he was heading towards a panic attack. “Danny! Danny look at me,” Bruce said as he leaned forward and Danny’s gaze flicked up to his face. “I don’t know who ‘they’ are but I promise I will do everything in my power to make sure they don’t get you. You’re clearly not what they say, and anyone who would hurt a child is not the good guy in this story.”

“Who are they?” Tim asked with an expression that promised swift and vicious retribution.

Danny took another deep breath. “The GIW, the Ghost Investigation Ward. They’re a government agency, they’ve been hunting in my hometown for a while. Early on we tried to call the Justice Legue, but I think they were jamming the lines or something,” Danny said looking down and biting his lip.

Fuck this poor kid really couldn’t catch a break! Bruce was sure that the ‘ghosts’ these idiots were hunting weren’t really anything of the sort, but he would look into this and see what he could find. Tim was clearly itching to as well bad he wasn’t willing to leave Danny alone with Bruce, good lad.

“And what about your parents? Do you think you could be safely returned to their home?” Bruce asked, as much as he wanted to keep Danny reunification was supposed to be the goal of fostering.

“No!” Danny nearly yelped sitting up straight. “No! They work for the GIW! They design most of their weapons. If they ever found I’d been contaminated- I don’t want to think the worst of them but even if they still recognized me as their son the babies-“ He cut off, wrapping both his arms around his stomach and curling in on himself.

“Okay, we’ll call child protective services, my lawyer, and the Justice League. We’ll get to the bottom of this,” Bruce promised Danny. “And you can stay here as long as you need to. Is there any other family you would want to go to?” Bruce asked, just to be sure, but he wasn’t surprised when Danny shook his head and grabbed a pillow to hug.

“And I know Oracle and Red Robin will be itching to find out more about this ‘government agency’,” Tim said. “I want to go tell them Danny, if Bruce and I go will you be okay on your own or do you want me to ask Cas to come stay with you?”

“Cas please? If she’s not busy?” Danny asked uncertainly and Tim nodded. Bruce was getting up before Danny spoke up again. “I have a sister, Jazz. She knows about me not being fully human, but not about the babies. She’s a good person, and she’s almost an adult. I don’t know, I just need you to know she’s good, and I don’t want to mess things up for her,” Danny said worriedly.

“Of course Danny, thanks for letting me know,” Bruce said with a smile already making plans to get her out as well. “We’ll let you know as soon as there are developments.” He promised before both he and Tim ducked out. They split up, Tim going to find Cas and ask her to go back to Danny before they reconvened in the bat cave, they had a lot of research to do.

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[mashtatosworld]

eyes on me (4)

summary: jiyong is determined to find reconciliation whilst the truth of the scandal tears apart the peace you'd finally found

warnings: mentions of stalking

It was your day off.

The apartment was too quiet.

You hadn’t dared to turn your phone back on since the night Daesung left. Since the day Jiyong's name had flashed on your screen like a storm you hadn’t asked for - demanding to be heard.

But now, the quiet stretched too long. You wanted to speak to Daesung. Needed to.

You sat on the edge of your bed, thumb hesitating over the power button.

And then you pressed it.

The screen lit up.

73 missed calls. 24 voicemails. 107 messages.

All from Ji 🖤.

Your stomach dropped.

The phone buzzed again immediately - a call, his name blinking across the screen like a warning siren. You stared at it, jaw clenched, then swiped it away. Another one immediately came through. Then another.

He wasn’t giving up.

You cursed under your breath and finally blocked his number. The silence that followed felt eerie.

Heavy.

You never thought you’d have to block him.

It felt wrong somehow - to erase someone you used to share a life with, a bed with, a future with. But it also felt necessary. Like sealing a wound. Or stitching one shut.

You finally opened your messages and typed a quick one to Daesung.

[y/n] hi :) are you free today? maybe we could hang out ?

You hesitated before hitting send. It had only been a couple of days since you'd last seen him, but he felt further away than ever.

You waited.

No response.

Instead, the next notification came from your banking app.

Jiyong had transferred you ₩100,000.

Reference: “UNBLOCK ME PLS”

Another one came through shortly after.

₩150,000.

Reference: “NOT GIVING UP”

And another.

₩200,000.

“NEED TO TALK.”

You slammed your phone face-down on the table and let out a loud breath. A bitter laugh escaped before you could stop it.

Of course. Of course he’d try to buy a way back in. Of course he’d resort to any means. He was nothing if not persistent.

It was desperate. And pathetic.

And worst of all - it still hurt.

You grabbed your jacket and left.

𓆩♡𓆪 𓆩♡𓆪 𓆩♡𓆪

You didn't have much of a plan, but you needed space.

Air.

Anything other than the four walls of your apartment and the ghost of Jiyong breathing through your notifications.

You bought yourself a coffee and walked aimlessly through the streets. You stopped to buy a small bouquet of delicate tulips from the flower shop just because they looked soft and quiet and lovely - everything you weren’t feeling.

And then you passed a cat café.

You paused.

There, behind the glass, perched like a tiny gremlin on a plush cushion, was the roundest grey Scottish Fold Munchkin you’d ever seen. She was chewing on a stuffed shrimp toy with absolute conviction. You snorted before you could stop yourself and snapped a photo through the window.

It felt good to capture the moments that made you feel normal - happy.

You posted it to your private account without a caption.

Not for anyone else. Just for you.

You only had ten followers anyway.

Your old social media accounts hadn't been touched since the dramatic public leak, they were now filled with hate comments and death threats.

But the new upload felt like proof that the day wasn’t completely ruined. That maybe - in small, unexpected moments - there were still pieces of joy waiting for you.

You sat down on a nearby bench, pulling your coat tighter around yourself, and stared at the little grey puffball through the glass.

She looked like she didn’t care about any of it. Love. Loss. Boys who begged for attention through bank transfers.

You exhaled slowly and let yourself smile.

Just a little.

𓆩♡𓆪 𓆩♡𓆪 𓆩♡𓆪

You were halfway home, tulips in one hand and your phone in the other. The cold nipped at your cheeks, wind curling around your exposed neck.

Then your phone began buzzing in your hand.

Dae?

Your breath caught in anticipation as you quickly lifted the screen.

But your frowned at the number calling. It was your old boss, from the production company.

You answered anyway, cautious. “Hello?”

“Y/n?”

“…Yeah?”

“We need you to come to the office. Right now.”

You laughed sharply, incredulous. “Why? Did I leave my name badge behind or something?”

“N-no this is serious,” they said quickly. “The police are here. They say you need to be present.”

Your fingers went cold around the phone. “What?”

“I don’t know more than that,” the voice said. “But they were very clear. Please come.”

The call ended before you could ask anything else.

You stood still for a long moment. The noise of the street blurred around you. The brown paper around your bouquet crinkled in your grip.

Then reluctantly, you turned back toward the city.

Away from home.

As you passed the cat café again, the little grey munchkin spotted you and pawed at the glass with a squeaky little meow. A tight smile tugged at your lips. You tapped the window once in farewell.

Then kept walking.

The second you stepped through the doors of your old building, your body seized up.

The floors still shined. The coffee machine still hissed behind the reception desk. The air smelled like glass cleaner and stress.

But none of that registered.

Because standing in the middle of the lobby, pacing like a man haunted, was Jiyong.

Your heart thudded.

He was unshaven. Pale. A cap pulled low over his messy hair. Jiyong looked nothing like the sharp, golden man you used to know. He looked tired, crooked.

Hollow.

You turned on your heel instantly.

No. Not today. Not like this.

But your name hit the air like a tether.

“Y/n - wait!”

His hand caught your wrist before you could make it back out the door.

“Let go,” you snapped, spinning around.

“Just - just listen to me - ”

His grip wasn’t tight, but it burned. You yanked your arm back like it stung.

“Is this one of your schemes?” you hissed. “A way to rope me in? A ‘GDragon master plan' to show me how sorry you are?”

“I wish it was,” he said quietly. His eyes met yours - dark and frantic beneath the brim of his cap. “I wish this was something I made up. But it’s not.”

You stared at him, heart racing. The florescent lights buzzed overhead.

“I didn’t come to see you,” you whispered. “I came because they said the police - ”

“I know,” he said softly. “I know because they called me here too. I swear.”

You didn’t know what to believe. But you believed the tremble in his hands and the strain in his voice.

He took a shaky breath. “Still... it’s good to see you.” Then, softer - almost reverent, “More than good.”

You huffed, narrowing your gaze. But something twisted painfully in your chest.

The moment was cut short by the click of dress shoes approaching.

A tall man stepped forward, scanning a clipboard, his police badge glinting around his neck. “Miss Y/n? Please come with me.”

You hesitated, looking at the officer, then at Jiyong.

Your fingers curled around the tulips in your hand. You didn’t know why you’d brought them with you, but it felt good to grip onto something real. Your senses felt blurred as you fell into step behind the officer.

Jiyong reached for your back, as if to steady you gently, like old times.

You flinched away from his touch and stepped away.

He retracted his hand, fingers briefly clenching before falling to rest at his side.

You followed the officer whilst your pulse pounding in your throat. Jiyong trailed behind you in stewing silence.

Everything in your body screamed to run. But the truth - whatever it was - was finally catching up.

And you weren’t sure if you wanted to hear it or not.

𓆩♡𓆪 𓆩♡𓆪 𓆩♡𓆪

The room was cold, too white, too bright. A long glass table stretched between you and the people on the other side - Jiyong’s security manager, your old boss, and two plain-clothed officers.

Jiyong lingered near the window, biting his thumbnail, jaw clenched so tight it looked like it hurt.

You stepped towards the empty seat warily, the bouquet still in your hand like a shield.

“I’ve done nothing wrong,” you said immediately, your voice low but firm as you rested your hands in your lap. “So if this is some elaborate apology meeting - ”

“We know,” one of the officers cut in. “You haven’t done anything wrong. That’s why we asked you here.”

You stared. “Then why the hell was I treated like I had?”

Silence.

Your old boss cleared their throat. “After… everything unfolded, and the investigation into the footage breach was properly reopened, the actual culprit was discovered. That's when Mr. Kwon decided to take legal action and press charges. And that’s why the police are here now.”

You glanced over at Jiyong. His eyes didn’t meet yours. He was staring at the floor.

The officer now took over. “But during that process, we uncovered some… troubling evidence.”

There was a tensioned pause and you felt the weight of it in your chest.

“The man who leaked the footage - he was working as private security here. Contracted through an outside firm."

You listened intently but the words felt jumbled as seeing Jiyong again had dismantled your thoughts. You could practically feel him and his stiff presence lingering somewhhere behind you.

“This man was assigned to camera monitoring. Which, on paper, is nothing alarming. But the deeper we looked, well," The officer sighed loudly and set papers on the table. Photographs. Each one, a still image of you. At your desk, at the water fountain, on your lunch break. " - well he was watching you.”

Your stomach dropped.

“Every day you were in the building. He wasn’t just doing his job. He isolated the camera feeds in your workspace. Focused them. Recorded them. We believe he studied your schedule.”

You felt sick. You gripped the arms of your chair, knuckles turning white.

“He resigned shortly after you were terminated,” your old boss added quietly, rubbing her forehead anxiously. “With no warning or forwarding details.”

You could barely look at them. “And you only care now?”

A beat passed in which no one answered.

The officer cleared his throat. “Initially, we assumed the motive was financial. A leak for clout, maybe profit. But this man didn’t attempt to sell the footage. He just… released it. And walked away. That suggests something else.”

“Obsession,” murmured the other officer, crossing her arms over her chest. “Control. Isolation. These are all tactical ploys of a dangerous stalker.”

You blinked, trying to breathe through the swirl of nausea in your chest.

“It’s our belief that he wanted to dismantle your life. Cut you off from your career, your circle, your... partner." The male officer looked to Jiyong who was grinding his teeth, glaring at the papers on the table. "He wanted to make you vulnerable, easier to approach.”

You closed your eyes, feeling utterly terrified and violated.

The male officer continued. “We’re applying for a warrant to search his apartment, but it appears to have been vacated. We don’t know where he’s gone. Until we do, we have no way to press further charges.”

“So what?” you said, trying to keep your voice from breaking. “You just wait? Hope I don’t get murdered in the mean time?"

“We’re doing what we can,” the female officer said calmly. “But we can't get involved unless we have more evidence. Until then, we strongly recommend that you relocate. You may be in danger.”

“I’ve already moved,” you said with a sigh. “Weeks ago.”

“Good,” they replied. “Although you should still take precautions.”

“She’ll move back in with me,” Jiyong finally spoke, voice low. “I've already increased my security - ”

You laughed bitterly, cutting him off. “Absolutely not.”

He frowned and moved toward the table. “Y/n - ”

“You had your chance to protect me. You chose silence. You chose to disappear. You don’t get to dictate anything now.”

“I didn’t know,” he said, his voice rising. “I didn’t know it was someone dangerous - ”

“But you should have known!” Your voice echoed across the room, sharp and furious. “You should have known I'd have never done this. You didn’t need the police to tell you that. You could’ve just believed me.”

Jiyong’s lips parted, but you spoke first.

“Besides, I don’t want your security watching me,” you tutted irritably. “I think I’ve had enough people watching me.”

“I’m just trying to keep you safe - ”

“So you can track me like he did?” you snapped. “Have eyes on me twenty-four-seven? No, thanks.”

His face crumpled. “That’s not - ”

“Just find him,” you muttered to the room. “End this. So I can go back to building my new life. A life that doesn’t include any of you - any of this.”

Silence.

The male officer finally stood. “We’ll update you as soon as we have something. For now... keep your phone on. And stay aware. Surround yourself with friends and family.”

You nodded once. Then turned, and left the room.

The tulips were crushed in your fist. You had forgotten they were even there.

𓆩♡𓆪 𓆩♡𓆪 𓆩♡𓆪

The hallway spun a little as you stepped into the lift.

You pressed the button for the ground floor and leaned back against the mirrored wall, tulips crumpled against your chest. Your hands were trembling. Everything in you was trembling.

The doors began to close -

A hand shot through.

Your heart lurched.

Jiyong stepped in before they could shut, and you rolled your eyes, dropping your head back with a muttered curse.

“Are you serious?”

He didn’t say anything. Just kept his eyes on you.

You jabbed at the button for the next floor, ready to walk the stairs if that’s what it took to be away from him -

But then he moved.

His hand slammed the stop button and the lift jolted to a halt, humming with sudden stillness.

Your eyes widened. “What are you doing?!”

He turned, planting himself in front of the panel, feet spread and shoulders squared as if he was guarding it. “I need to talk to you. Just for a second.”

“I don’t care,” you scoffed. “Get out of my way.”

“I’m sorry,” he said, voice low, thick. “For everything. For cutting you out. For doubting you. For not picking up when you needed me. I’m so sorry. But please… don’t let your anger blind you.”

You crossed your arms tightly, jaw locked.

“You’re safer with me,” he said quietly. “Or at least… with my help.”

You shook your head, venom in your voice. “Your help? You mean the same help that disappeared the second things got hard? The help that left me alone in this mess?”

He flinched like you’d struck him.

“You don’t get to use fear to claw your way back into my life, Jiyong,” you muttered sharply. “I don’t want you. I don’t want your help. I don’t even want to look at you.”

You moved to shove him aside, reaching for the buttons -

But he stood firm.

And now that you were close, you could see it.

His eyes - glassy, rimmed red, pooling with unshed tears. His jaw trembled, lips parted like he couldn’t quite breathe.

“I don’t know how to fix this,” Jiyong whispered. “But I'm going to. Please. I’m begging you, just let me help. Don’t shut me out completely.”

The desperation in his voice caught you off guard.

So did the way your chest pulled toward him, even as your brain screamed not to.

You stepped closer. So close you could see the dark half-moons beneath his eyes. The air between you tightened, heated. His scent hit you like a memory - clean, citrusy, a little cologne, and a lot of cigarettes.

“I’m scared,” you finally admitted, voice barely above a whisper.

That was all it took for his arms to wrap around you instantly, like his body had been aching to do it since the moment he saw you again. Strong, trembling.

Familiar.

You let yourself lean in to his warmth. He still knew exactly how to comfort you - that you liked your hair to be smoothed down, a warm hand to cradle your lower back, his breaths syncing with your own.

Just for a moment.

Your eyes closed. Heart thundering and skin tingling.

But only for a moment.

With a quiet breath, you slipped an arm behind him - and pressed the button to restart the lift.

It jerked back into motion. And the moment was over.

You stepped out of reach just before the doors opened, wiping your eyes with the back of your hand.

And without another word, you hurried out.

Leaving him alone inside the cold metal box.

The minute you stepped outside and your phone connected to signal again, you rang the only person you wanted to hear from right now.

He picked up on the third ring.

"Hi,"

"Hey... is everything ok? Sorry, I only just saw your message now," Daesung said, as the biting wind from outside hit your face.

"Yeah, uh, I'm all good. Just - will you stay on the phone with me? I'm walking home," you murmured, clutching the device tighter. You had rarely feared walking alone in the day time until now.

"Of course. Are you sure you're ok? Did you want to talk about something in particular?"

You continued your fast pace, eyes glancing around at your surroundings as people passed by, going about their own day.

"No... I don't have much to say. Tell me about your day instead."

𓆩♡𓆪 𓆩♡𓆪 𓆩♡𓆪

im sorrryyyyy i've been so inactive - these assignments are busting my arse. anyway, i hope you keep safe, happy and healthy,

love always,

mash xxx

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[ultravi0lence14]

Roslyn

sam winchester x angel!reader

2.6k | slight angst, fluff, fem pronouns

summary: after sam and dean find themselves acquainted with another angel, sam finds himself more drawn to her than he imagined.

sam and dean thought that after cas, no more angels would be vying to join their little group. both agreeing that the angel spot on the team had already been taken by their trench coat wearing friend

though as life goes, nothing ever happens as planned. that came as a soft spoken, timid angel that happened to be you. a beacon of hope that sam and dean didn’t even know they needed at the time.

sam winchester had recently gotten out of hell, and there were rumours going around that he wasn’t acting like he usually did. you sat back and observed, not wanting to intrude at a wrong time, and only by that did you realize he’d been ripped out of hell without a soul. he was a man walking around with no human morals — or emotions for that matter, and you could tell it was taking a toll on his older brother.

when your brother castiel had managed to get the winchesters soul back, you knew it was time for you to descend down to earth. castiel wasn’t acting like himself, and with the war raging on in heaven, you knew that a little down time out of the sky would be helpful for you.

the only problem was you didn’t have a vessel. you never liked the idea of completely taking over someone’s body. you’d only done it once and it wasn’t fun, even though you had the woman’s full permission and she remained in perfect condition after your endeavours.

so you spent your time picking out the perfect person to merge into. when you came across a young, twenty something year old woman named roslyn, you couldn’t help but conclude that she was the one.

a very faithful girl, she had been struggling with a rare disease for the past couple of years. roslyn was in pain, and the only way you could think of helping her was allowing her soul to go into heaven and for you to take over her body. it was awful timing, you knew it. but her soul would be free, and you communicated with her in the special ways that you angels did, and she was more then happy to lend her body over to your essence.

when you finally took control over her body, your first course of action was to find the winchester brothers. they needed help, and as much as they didn’t want to admit it you knew they knew it too.

the mother of all was out of purgatory and running a muck, someone was trying to open purgatory’s gates on top of that, and cas being completely MIA as the icing on the cake was definitely not helping the two men. with sam’s soul being freshly back in his body you knew they were distraught. you knew castiel’s suspicious behaviour wasn’t helping and you just wanted to be of service.

the winchester’s weren’t hard to find. they’d been praying to your brother for some time, and without him answering, their prayers started seeping in to yours and other angels wave lengths.

you found them in a motel right in the middle of chicago, working on a case to take a break on the whole purgatory debacle. your wings flapped in the wind as you found yourself in front of the building, senses running ramped as you tried to figure out which room was there’s.

as you walked up to their door, you wondered how you were going to address the brothers. what would you say to them? would you flat out mention castiel’s weird behaviour? you weren’t really sure, but you knew that your main goal was to let the winchester’s know you were on their side.

your knuckles softly tapped onto the wooden door, fiddling with your fingers as you waited for an answer. what you didn’t expect though, was a behemoth of a man to answer it, so tall that you had to crane your neck to look beyond his middle.

you’d assumed that the man who opened the door was either sam or dean. while the stories of the winchester brothers didn’t leave out their attractiveness, but you didn’t expect for one of them to look this good. his sharp facial features and longish hair pulled you in. though, it was his soft, hazel eyes that had you mesmerized. they held such a soft aura to them, making you melt into their vernal appearance and long for his comfort.

sam was confused. neither him or dean was expecting someone, and he would’ve known if his brother was bringing a girl to their room. the look in her face was scared and timid, a shy smile lighting up her bright eyes. sam wanted to believe she bared good intentions, but knowing him and his brothers luck she’d be another problem they had to handle.

“hello.” the word slipped from your lips in a low alto, almost like you were trying to remain unseen. “are you either sam or dean winchester?”

the question caught sam of guard. “yeah i’m sam. my brothers just inside.” he didn’t want to alert dean to the strange woman at their door, but he still wanted to be careful. “who are you?”

tilting the corner of your lip into a delicate smile, you brought your hand out from sam to shake. “i’m Y/N.” you spoke as sam took your hand, holding lightly as he felt the smoothness of it’s ridges. “i am an angel of the lord, one of castiel’s companions actually.” you thought that maybe mentioning castiel would soften their immediate aggression towards your unknown presence, but the look on sam’s face was deterring you in the other direction.

turning his head to look over at dean, sam gave him a look of ‘we’ve got an issue’, instantly alerting the older winchester to prepare for any harm that would come to either him or sam.

without really thinking, you brushed past sam into the room and inspected it further. you saw who you assumed to be dean stood by a bed, gun hung by his hips but hands placed at the ready if you did anything that rubbed him the wrong way.

placing your hands behind your back, you immediately got into business. “as you are both aware, eve is out of purgatory. i’m also sure you’re aware that my brother castiel has been a bit off lately. i’ve just come down to assist you both, make sure that everything is in order and that purgatory will remain as it always has.” the brothers watched you in slight awe, almost like they didn’t expect for you to know what was happening down on earth. just because there was a gruesome war going on in your home doesn’t mean you weren’t completely out of the loop.

dean was the first to speak, looking at you skeptically as he gave your face a once over. “you seem lovely, sweetheart but how do we know you’re telling the truth?” his question was valid, but you couldn’t help but roll your eyes at the winchester’s classic style of not being easily trusting.

“here,” you spoke, moving so you could be in the middle of the room. “let me show you.” in an instant you flapped your wings and disappeared, shocking sam and dean and having the younger brother almost knocking back into the motel rooms desk.

in a couple of short minutes you were back, wind tossed hair with a pie in hand. you handed it over to dean, brushing your hair back as you straightened your back. “i flew to the nearest diner to get you some pie. cas tells me you really enjoy apple.”

if someone’s eyes could become actual saucers than dean winchester accomplished it. he looked like a kid in a candy shop who’s mom allowed him to get his favourite treat. “you might just be my favourite member of the god squad.” dean mumbled through a mouthful of pie, smiling contently to himself as he took another bite.

sam was still a little on the fence, not really sure on one thing. “why aren’t you alerting the other angles if you’re so concerned? i thought you guys rarely came down to earth.”

“believe me,” you spoke, shifting on your feet so you could look at dean more clearly. “if i didn’t have to be down here i wouldn’t. but heaven has been run amuck, and i’m starting to get worried about cas.” the look on sam’s face after you voiced your worry on your brother confused you. the angel was acting different, sketchy even. why weren’t sam and dean jumping at the opportunity to help you get to the bottom of his behaviour?

“why are you so concerned about castiel?” sam questioned, leaning forward so he could be closer to you. “last we saw of him he seemed to be fine.”

oh. so the winchester’s didn’t know about their angel friends strange behaviour. with all the stuff on their plate you weren’t surprised; but you started to think of the severity of castiel’s actions if he didn’t think to have sam and dean in the mix with him.

brushing off any worry on your face, you plastered on your best smile and tried to comfort sam and dean. “heaven just hasn’t seen him in a while that’s all. i just wanted to come down and be of help when castiel is away.” dean’s face showed some skepticism, but sam seemed more open to your help, and gave his brother a look that screamed ‘give her a chance’.

sighing to himself, dean turned and looked over at you with defeat. “alright, you can help.” his head perked up a second after, seemingly thinking of something. “why did your think we needed your help anyway? this is a simple demon case.”

oh the winchester’s. they were very bright in some areas, yet when it came to looking at the bigger picture, they fell a little flat. “eve is here that’s why.” you spoke, watching as both brothers faces fell. “she’s the one orchestrating all of this.” the look on both sam and dean’s faces showed they weren’t aware of this, even though it made the most sense.

“well, that’s good enough for me. let’s go find ourselves some demons.” dean enthused, getting up and grabbing his weapons and jacket. as sam and his brother went around grabbing their belongings, sam noticed how you just stood still, eyes darting around the room like everything was new and fresh to you. in hindsight, it was, for this was your first time on earth. sam was just so enthralled with the look on your face, how the smallest thing interested you.

even when you followed behind the two brothers on the way to the impala, your eyes caught on everything. cars, people, shops, and especially the flowers and greenery that danced along the buildings and ground.

as you three pulled up to the abandoned warehouse, you could sense the demonic presence from outside. this allowed you to sneakily walk sam and dean right to where the demons were, garnering them the moment of surprise which gave them time to whip out three out the six demons.

while sam and dean fought two demons, you watched as another tried to escape. transporting right in front of the man you watched as his face turned into a snarl. “looks like they’ve got another angel on their side.” he sneered, attempting to move past you but failed as you kicked his legs in and pinned him down to the ground.

“where’s eve.” you asked calmly, not wanting to talk to this demon longer than you should. he just smirked at you, spitting up onto your face to get his point across.

gosh they really were abominations. you were disgusted and really sick of having to be in his presence, so with a slight crush of his windpipe and a foot on his rib he was sputtering out her whereabouts. “thank you.” you responded in a nonchalant manner, putting two fingers on his forehead and smiting him into nothing.

standing up and brushing some dust from your coat, you turned and noticed sam and dean standing a little ways behind you, shock covering their faces.

“wow” dean breathed, putting his gun into his coat. “didn’t realize angels were so brutal.” sam seemed more star struck, like the simple notion of what you just did astounded him. you didn’t say anything to either of the two men, casually shrugging your shoulders and walking back to the impala.

sam didn’t move for a second, garnering dean to whack him on the back and snicker to himself. “got some drool there on your cheek, sammy.” the younger winchester just huffed, mumbling about how dean was an ass while he got into the passenger seat with the strange yet attractive angel sitting behind him.

the ride back to the motel was quite, the only sound being the hum of the car and the soft rock music dean was playing over his radio. you knew your work here was done, that when you three pulled to a stop that you’d have to leave. something inside of you didn’t want you to go. it wanted you to see what castiel saw in the winchester’s. elaborate on the feeling of peaceful energy that being around sam gave you for the first time.

when the time came for you to bid your farewell, the atmosphere seemed to change. dean was very cordial. a simple goodbye and a slight wave of his hand was all he could muster up before retreating back into his room.

sam on the other hand, he lingered for a bit.

his eyes raked over the form of your vessel. he knew that this wasn’t what you truly looked like. somehow, that didn’t phase him. the aura and emotion you executed was enough for him to get a feel of who you truly were.

the somber look behind vast irises was enough for sam to understand that you truly didn’t want to leave. you had to, you didn’t want to. that was enough for sam to feel a sprinkle of hope that him and dean would be seeing you again.

releasing a puff of air, you were the one to break the looming silence. “please look out for castiel. something’s off with him, i just don’t know what.” sam also could tell that you wanted to stay to help your brother, but that inner turmoil which had been deeply in rooted from the angels wouldn’t let you.

the man wanted you to feel a sliver of comfort. so he agreed, giving you a slight nod as he watched the wind tousle your hair around.

you looked beautiful under the moonlight. sam truly could understand why you were an angel. your kindness and true devotion to the ones you loved barred proudly on your chest. sam swore you glowed, but that was just his imagination talking.

“i better go.” you whispered, walking over to sam and placing your hands on his shoulders. the younger winchester was frozen, not knowing how to react at your blatant actions. with a swift turn of your head, you pressed a delicate kiss to sam’s cheek. the lingering feeling of your lips on his skin had sam reeling.

he couldn’t react. a whoosh of wings and a slight gust of air alerted him to your departure. you hadn’t even been gone a minute and sam deeply down already missed you.

sam winchester was in too deep already and it seemed like he couldn’t give a care in the world.

[soft-pine]

when i think about this scene from 15.15 it makes me want to chew glass and tear up the walls in rage.

AMARA: I wanted two things for you, Dean. I wanted you to see that your mother was just a person, that the myth you'd held onto for so long of a better life, a life where she lived, was just that, a myth. I wanted you to see that the real, complicated Mary was better than your childhood dream because she was real. That now is always better than then. That you could finally start to accept your life.

for the record i want to say i am a known amara-hater. don't like the non-con shit. don't like that she's doing what so many beings in spn do and narrativizing dean's life back at him while judging him because she drew the wrong conclusions. but i think fandom does have a tendency to take those claims at face value because that is easier than combing back through to check if it's correct or not. (see for example, rachel saying dean only calls cas when he needs him in 6.18. narrativizing, incorrectly. but i digress)

so let's talk about mary. because, through the seething rage, i think two main things about this claim. 1. dean does not have this mythos around mary and 2. mary has arguably more of that mythos around dean.

first off, we'll tackle the claim that it's a myth that if mary hadn't died, dean wouldn't have a better life. because that is absolute, utter, dogshit. OF COURSE HE'D HAVE A BETTER LIFE. while i will always maintain that clearly mary and john were far from stable before she died, her death was what speared john forward into hunting, into turning his kids into soldiers, into neglect and parentifying, and every other god forsaken thing he did. "a better life, a life where she lived, was just that, a myth" - girl, i DON'T CARE IF YOU'RE DIVINE, SHUT THE FUCK UP.

like please don't come here acting like dean grieving the future he could have had that didn't include him taking care of his younger brother alone in motel rooms for days while maybe actually being left as bait for the Kid-Eater is a character flaw on his part that he needs to learn better from.

next, amara claims dean needs to see the "real, complicated Mary."

but hasn't he? dean goes back in time and meets his mom in 4.03 and 5.13. and both times he treats her both as a competent hunter and a colleague. like to be clear, before that, i dont think he was wrong to be relying on a four-year-old's memory of what his mom was like because that's literally all he had access to. but dean actually did meet and interact with the whole, complex woman who was his mother long before amara decided to teach him a lesson with her as the homework. in both 4.03 and 5.13, dean tries to give mary advice to save her life but he doesn't belittle her experience hunting or her desire to leave and life a normal life. i don't know what more you want from him in terms of interacting with his mom as a whole, real, complex person?

this also applies wholly and completely to his interactions with her when she returns in s12. he apologizes for being nervous for her safety (AFTER SHE WAS JUST RESSURECTED) at first. mary says she wants to hunt, dean gets on board. mary says she needs space, dean asks clarifying questions to best support her request. he gets mad at her not for being who she is or needing what she needs but for lying to him for months and working with people who tortured him and sam.

in fact, s12 is what i would point to to indicate how well dean articulates and navigates the nuance of being hurt by someone's actions while still understanding and empathizing with why they did it and forgiving them. for example, he says this in 12.04

DEAN: This whole mom thing, it's... I mean, we get her back, and then she leaves. I hate it, but I get it. I do. I guess I'm just...still working through some of that crap. I'll try to be less of a dick about it.

[you're not a dick, dean, ilu]

in fact, dean's much maligned "how 'bout for once, you just try to be a mom?" isn't even about dean wanting anything particularly maternal from mary. it's about him not wanting her to ditch them to hunt alone and/or with the aforementioned torturers.

so circling back to amara's speech about expectations and myths. cause while her words do not apply to dean. amara's speech does remind me of something that happens upon mary's return in s12. these lines from 12.03:

DEAN: Mom, it's okay. All right? You're home now. MARY: No. I'm not. I miss John. I miss my boys. SAM: We're right here, mom. MARY: I know. In my head. But I'm still mourning them as I knew them. My baby Sam. My little boy Dean. Just feels like yesterday, we were together in heaven, and now...I'm her, and John is gone, and they're gone. And every moment I spend with you reminds me every moment I lost with them.

of course she has every right to grieve the time she lost with her kids. but someone in this room is having trouble really looking at the people in front of them because of their idealized memory of who they were compared to are and It Is Not Dean.

and i just think about dean's speech in 12.22. cause it wasn't dean that needed to see the real mary. it was mary, tucked away in her dream world where sam is a baby and dean is a little elementary schooler who likes pie and has never held a gun, who needed to see the real dean.

[profoundbondfanfic]

Hi! I was wondering if you knew any fanfics where Cas's grace reacts to his feelings for Dean? (Eg blowing lightbulbs when they kiss etc) Thank you so much! 😊💫

Hello! Here are a few we could think of:

Angel's Wild by riseofthefallenone (Explicit, 389k words)

But that’s the whole reason he’s here, isn’t it? He’s not out here hunting Humans. He’s not even hunting deer, or bears, or anything else that featured in Bambi. He’s out here, freezing his nuts off every night, because he’s hunting Angels. Sometimes Dean wishes that Angels were like how they’re described in the Bible. How people from time too old for him to care much about thought Angels were messengers and warriors of God, protectors of Humans. He knows that how they’re really described in the Bible is actually pretty terrifying, but at least they were told by God that they’re supposed to love Humans, right? That’s a thousand times better than what Angels really turned out to be.

Come Fly With Me by EllenOfOz, followyourenergy (Explicit, 37k words)

Castiel is back from the Empty, and Dean wastes no time in diving in and planting his lips…well, all over the angel. Cas responds enthusiastically and all is well (or as well as Dean ever gets to have)…until sex with Cas turns out to have a surprising finish. Weird side effects or not, Dean will take Cas any way he can get him, and he makes the best out of every time. With each time, though, the repercussions of those side effects on Cas are more and more serious. Is Dean destined to lose Cas, one way or another? Or can he change the course of the future by confronting their past?

Don't by tricia_16 (Explicit, 97k words)

After nine days of radio silence from both Jack and Cas, Cas returns to the bunker without Jack but with black fur, four paws, a tail, and an obvious preference for Dean's company. With no idea how to turn Cas back or how he got turned into a cat in the first place, Dean has to learn to live with Cas quite literally underfoot all the damn time. Nobody could have guessed that having his best friend in cat form would end up being the catalyst for a huge shift in their relationship, but looking back, he's pretty sure it all started with an annoyingly stubborn ball of fur...

My Soul Whispers Your Name by casblackfeathers (Explicit, 15k words)

When Amara tells Dean that she will give him what he needs most, the last thing he's expecting is to sprout fucking wings and to be able to sense what his own soul — and heart — really want, making it impossible for him to ignore all the feelings he's been harboring for Cas over the years. It’s no shock that Dean’s soul is drawn to Cas like gravity and now that Dean can perceive Cas’ grace all the time, he’s constantly reminded how stupidly breathtaking it is. He had been a goner since the second he laid eyes on Cas, and this just seals the deal. Now that he’s stuck like this, he might as well pull his head out of his ass, give it a shot, and finally get what he always wanted.

Occursus by PallasPerilous (Teen and up, 4k words)

“The natural environment of the human soul is a human body,” Cas says. “Humans have yet to meet a foreign substrate that they don’t immediately attempt to colonize. My form in Hell was not an exception.” Then he shuts his mouth very deliberately and gestures back to Dean like his mic is going live in three, two. “Or the bit where my soul gave you some kind of STD?” Dean finishes. “It was a poor analogy. I apologize.” “So what’s a better one?” Castiel drums his fingers for a second. “It’s more like…the way a parasitic jewel wasp injects a cockroach with venom, and transforms it into a willing host for wasp larvae.” “Holy shit are you ever bad at this,” Dean says, with that signature brand of fond horror he special-orders just for Castiel, Angel of the Gourd.

Strawberry Moon by casblackfeathers (Explicit, 115k words) -- not exactly Cas' grace but his aura.

As a child, Castiel used to fall asleep with his mother telling him bedtime stories of the prophecy she had foreseen for him — how the Strawberry Moon would one day reveal the familiar he was destined to be with. However, it’s been twelve years since the heart-wrenching day Castiel last saw the one he hoped was meant for him, and at twenty-eight, with his magic quickly dwindling, he knows better than to keep believing in such foolish dreams. Castiel's resolve falters with the return of his long-ago teenage crush, Dean. The familiar’s evergreen eyes and rainbow aura are still as captivating, but his past is shrouded in mystery, one that could hold the answer to what drove them apart all those years ago. Maybe the peculiar tabby cat who seems to have taken a liking to Castiel is what it takes to make Castiel believe in the moon with shades of pink again.

The Greatest of These by DoctorProfessorSong (Teen and up, 9k words)

When Jack pulls Cas from the Empty, his vessel is damaged. Jack is working on it. In the meantime, Cas is stuck hanging around the bunker in his Trueform. In other words, the fic where Dean takes Trueform!Cas on little dates and the author has way too much fun with angel lore

you're holy to me by serenityfails (Explicit, 5k words)

"My wings inspired you," Cas says, smug at the thought. "Yeah, I'm feelin' pretty fuckin' inspired right now, man."

There's also this collection on ao3 cas vs lightbulbs that might interest you.

You might also want to check our grace fic tag.

[w1w2]

Behind the Scenes

Im Nayeon x Fem!Reader

Word Count: ca. 4k

Synopsis: Y/N, a rising model finally gets a break in her busy schedule to visit her girlfriend, Nayeon, on the set of TWICE's latest comeback.

Requested by Anon

Notes: Anon, I'm sorry it took so long, are you still here? 😭

Happy Valentines Day Babes! 💋

English isn’t my first language so I apologize in advance for any mistakes.

♡ Enjoy! ♡

Y/N adjusted the hood of her oversized sweater, pulling it up just enough to shield her face from any curious glances. The set of TWICE’s latest comeback shoot was buzzing with activity, staff members scurried around adjusting lights, checking cameras, and coordinating outfits. The air was filled with the hum of excitement, the kind that always surrounded a group as big as TWICE preparing for another stunning comeback.

Slipping past a few crew members, Y/N did her best to blend in, keeping her steps light and head slightly down. But, of course, her efforts were in vain.

“Wait a minute…” a voice murmured behind her.

Y/N barely had time to react before she felt a familiar arm drape itself over her shoulder. She turned her head slightly, only to be met with Jeongyeon’s smirking face.

“Well, well, well… Look who decided to drop by,” Jeongyeon teased, her voice playful but just loud enough to turn a few heads.

Momo, standing a few feet away, gasped dramatically. “Is that Y/N, the famous model? What a rare sighting!”

Y/N groaned, already regretting not wearing a disguise. “Shh! You’re gonna blow my cover,” she whispered urgently, swatting at Jeongyeon’s arm.

Jeongyeon chuckled, leaning in conspiratorially. “You do realize that half the staff already saw you, right?”

Y/N sighed, resigning herself to her fate. “Well, so much for a sneaky entrance.”

Before she could even attempt to hide again, a few other TWICE members caught sight of her. Sana let out an excited squeal, rushing over to link arms with her. Dahyun and Chaeyoung soon followed, grinning ear to ear.

“Look who’s here to support her girlfriend,” Jihyo teased, giving Y/N a knowing look.

Y/N laughed, playfully nudging her. “What, am I not allowed to visit my favorite girls?”

“You mean one favorite girl,” Sana corrected with a wink.

Y/N opened her mouth to protest, but before she could, she felt something, a shift in the air, a presence she could recognize anywhere. Her gaze instinctively drifted toward the main stage, where Nayeon was in the middle of shooting her solo scene.

Dressed in a sleek yet playful outfit, Nayeon radiated confidence as she moved effortlessly with the music. Her expressions shifted flawlessly between alluring and cheerful, and Y/N found herself completely captivated.

“She’s mesmerizing, huh?” Jihyo whispered beside her.

Y/N didn’t even attempt to deny it. “Always.”

Just then, Nayeon turned slightly, her gaze sweeping over the set and for a brief second, their eyes met. Y/N swore she saw the faintest flicker of surprise cross Nayeon’s face before it melted into something softer, something that made Y/N’s heart race.

But before Nayeon could react, the director called for another take, pulling her focus back.

Y/N leaned against a nearby equipment case, arms crossed, as she continued watching Nayeon perform. She had been in this position countless times before, whether at concerts, fan events, or late-night rehearsals, but it never got old. No matter how many times she saw Nayeon on stage, that familiar rush of admiration always hit her like a tidal wave.

It was mesmerizing, the way Nayeon commanded attention without even trying. The effortless charm, the way she could shift from playful to breathtakingly elegant in a heartbeat, was something only she could pull off. She was a natural performer, born to be under the spotlight.

Y/N’s eyes traced every movement, how Nayeon twirled with ease, her hair catching the light in soft waves, how her expression morphed from sultry confidence to bright-eyed warmth within seconds. It was hypnotic, and Y/N found herself utterly entranced.

She wasn’t the only one.

The staff, the backup dancers, even the members who had seen her perform a million times before, all eyes were locked on her. It wasn’t just beauty. It was presence. That intangible glow that made Nayeon stand out, no matter the setting.

But Y/N knew it wasn’t just for the cameras.

Between takes, subtle as a whisper, Nayeon’s gaze flickered toward her, a millisecond of acknowledgment hidden beneath her idol façade. It was quick, but Y/N caught it, every time. Like a silent confirmation. I see you. You’re here.

“She’s unreal,” Y/N murmured under her breath, not even realizing she had spoken out loud.

A knowing chuckle came from beside her. “What was that?”

Y/N blinked, turning her head just in time to see Jihyo’s smirk.

“Huh? Nothing!”

Momo, who had been leaning in on the conversation, snickered. “Oh, sure. It’s not like we just caught you staring at her like she hung the stars in the sky.”

“I—” Y/N started, but before she could finish, Sana let out a dramatic sigh, clasping her hands together.

“It’s so romantic, isn’t it?” she swooned, nudging Dahyun. “The way Y/N looks at Nayeon, like she’s the only person in the world…”

Dahyun, ever the instigator, feigned wiping away a tear. “True love.”

Y/N groaned, covering her face. “Oh my God, you guys are impossible.”

“Face it, Y/N,” Jihyo added, crossing her arms. “You’ve been completely mesmerized since you got here.”

Y/N tried to play it cool, but the warmth creeping up her neck betrayed her. She shrugged with forced nonchalance. “I mean… can you blame me? She is the most beautiful person here.”

That statement, said with such sincerity, earned her a round of teasing “oohs” and knowing grins from the girls.

“Hopeless,” Jeongyeon muttered with a shake of her head, though the amused glint in her eyes gave her away.

Y/N rolled her eyes, but the small grin tugging at her lips was impossible to hide.

On stage, Nayeon had just finished her take, brushing loose strands of hair from her face as the director gave her a few notes. But instead of immediately stepping back to check the footage, she turned, eyes sweeping over the set, searching.

And then she found her.

Y/N felt her breath hitch as Nayeon’s gaze landed on her, locking in place. This wasn’t the quick, fleeting glance from earlier. This was deliberate. Lingering.

The warmth in Nayeon’s expression softened even further, her lips twitching in a way that said, I caught you staring.

Y/N swallowed, torn between playing it off and giving in to the moment.

Nayeon raised an eyebrow, the smallest tilt of her head teasing, Enjoying the view?

Y/N smirked and lifted a hand, forming a tiny heart with her fingers.

For a moment, it looked like Nayeon was going to laugh, but she bit her lip, fighting the smile that threatened to break her composed image. With one last glance, she turned back to the director, pretending to focus on the monitor.

Beside her, Jihyo let out an exaggerated groan. “Ugh. You two are so obvious.”

Momo mimicked gagging. “Disgustingly cute. I’m gonna need a break.”

Y/N simply laughed, eyes never leaving Nayeon. “And yet, she still makes it feel like it’s just us in the room.”

The second the director called for a break, Nayeon wasted no time. One moment, she was nodding along to feedback from the staff, and the next, she was running toward Y/N, her long strides full of purpose.

Y/N barely had a second to react before she was hit with the full force of Nayeon’s excitement. With a squeal, Nayeon threw herself into Y/N’s arms, wrapping her up in a tight hug that nearly knocked the breath out of her. Y/N stumbled back a step, but her hands instinctively found Nayeon’s waist, steadying both of them as warmth bloomed in her chest.

A soft chuckle escaped her lips as she tightened her hold, relishing the way Nayeon clung to her like she had been waiting for this moment all day. "Well, someone is excited to see me," Y/N teased, her voice laced with amusement.

Nayeon scoffed against her shoulder, her voice muffled. "Shut up."

Y/N smirked, tilting her head slightly. "Miss me, bunny?"

At that, Nayeon finally pulled back just enough to meet Y/N’s gaze, her arms still looped tightly around her waist. She narrowed her eyes as if pretending to be unimpressed, but the slight pout of her lips and the way her fingers curled into Y/N’s sweater told a different story.

"Nope," she lied, lifting her chin slightly in faux defiance.

Y/N quirked an eyebrow. "Oh? So if I let go right now, you wouldn’t care?"

For a split second, Nayeon hesitated, just enough to give herself away. Then, as if realizing she had been caught, she scoffed, tightening her grip even further. "Don’t you dare."

Y/N couldn’t help but laugh, completely enamored by her. "I’d never," she reassured, running her hands up and down Nayeon’s back in slow, soothing motions.

Their little bubble of affection, however, was promptly shattered by the sound of an exaggerated gagging noise.

"Oh my God," Jeongyeon groaned, clutching her chest like she was in pain. "Can you two not act like a couple in a romance drama while we’re all standing right here?"

Momo dramatically covered her eyes. "I knew this would happen. I knew the moment Y/N stepped onto this set, we’d have to witness this disgusting display of love."

Dahyun gasped, clutching Chaeyoung’s arm. "I think I just got third-wheeling sickness."

Chaeyoung nodded solemnly. "We might not make it through this."

Sana merely sighed dreamily. "But isn’t it so cute?"

Y/N, thoroughly amused, turned back to Nayeon with a smirk. "Well, they did warn me that dating you meant dealing with the peanut gallery."

Nayeon rolled her eyes but didn’t move away. "They’re just jealous."

Before anyone could respond, Sana gasped dramatically. "Wait! Did she—Did Nayeon just openly admit that she missed Y/N?"

A collective gasp rippled through the group.

"Write this down," Jihyo deadpanned, pretending to pull out her phone. "Nayeon, willingly showing affection? This is historic."

Even Tzuyu, let out a small hum. "I should’ve recorded it. We need proof."

Nayeon groaned loudly but still made no effort to untangle herself from Y/N’s embrace. Instead, she simply turned her head to glare at them. "You’re all so annoying."

Sana giggled. "And yet, you still refuse to let go of Y/N."

Y/N grinned, her hold firm and secure. "Let them talk," she murmured, lowering her voice just enough for Nayeon to hear. "I like having you right here."

Nayeon softened, her lips curving into a quiet smile. "Me too." More exaggerated gagging noises followed, but neither of them cared.

The teasing from the members had finally died down, and the set buzzed with activity once again. Some of the girls were still reviewing their own shots, while others grabbed drinks or relaxed before the next round of filming.

Nayeon, however, had other plans.

Y/N barely had time to register what was happening before Nayeon’s fingers curled around her wrist, tugging her away from the group.

"Come with me," Nayeon whispered, her voice tinged with excitement.

Y/N raised an eyebrow but let herself be led through the maze of equipment and staff. "Where are we going?"

"You’ll see," Nayeon said mysteriously, glancing over her shoulder with that mischievous glint in her eyes, the one that always meant trouble.

Y/N followed her through a dimly lit hallway, passing various props and set decorations, until Nayeon came to a stop in front of something tucked into the corner, a small, vintage-style photo booth. It looked like it had been set up for some behind-the-scenes fun, probably intended for the members to snap pictures during breaks.

Nayeon grinned in satisfaction. "Perfect."

Y/N chuckled. "What, are we sneaking in a secret photoshoot?"

"Obviously," Nayeon said, dragging her inside before she could protest. She slid the curtain shut, enclosing them in the cozy space, where the only light came from the glowing touchscreen in front of them.

Y/N smirked. "You really just wanted an excuse to take cute couple pics, didn’t you?"

Nayeon scoffed, pretending to be offended. "Excuse you, I need these pictures. It’s essential girlfriend behavior."

Y/N laughed, settling onto the seat beside her. "Alright, alright. Let’s do this."

The screen flickered to life, displaying a countdown for the first shot.

"Okay, first one—cute and classic," Nayeon instructed, leaning in with a soft smile. Y/N mirrored her, tilting her head slightly so their cheeks touched as they both beamed at the camera.

Flash.

"Next, heart pose!"

They quickly formed a heart with their hands, their fingers fitting together perfectly just as the second shot went off.

Flash.

"Okay, silly one!"

Without hesitation, Y/N puffed out her cheeks and crossed her eyes, while Nayeon stuck her tongue out dramatically, pretending to recoil in horror at Y/N’s face.

Flash.

As soon as the camera clicked, Y/N burst into laughter. "Oh, that one is gold."

Nayeon giggled, shaking her head. "Okay, okay—last one. Let’s make it special."

Y/N turned to her, eyes full of curiosity. "What do you mean spe—"

Before she could finish, Nayeon suddenly leaned in and pressed a kiss to Y/N’s lips just as the camera went off.

Flash.

Y/N’s breath hitched, her heart skipping a beat at the unexpected gesture. But before she could even process it, instinct took over. Without hesitation, she kissed Nayeon back, her hand reaching up to gently cup her cheek.

The warmth of the moment wrapped around them, making the small, enclosed space of the photo booth feel like its own little world.

Flash.

The final click of the camera barely registered as they slowly pulled apart, their foreheads resting together as they exchanged matching smiles.

When the screen displayed the last shot, Y/N couldn’t help but laugh. There they were, lips locked, eyes closed, completely lost in each other, while the previous frames captured their playful chaos.

"You so planned that," Y/N accused, her voice soft but teasing as she turned to her girlfriend, who was now grinning like she had just won the lottery.

Nayeon shrugged innocently. "I don’t know what you’re talking about."

Y/N rolled her eyes, but her heart still fluttered as she stared at the photo. "You’re impossible."

"And you love it," Nayeon said smugly, squeezing Y/N’s hand.

Y/N sighed dramatically, but her wide smile betrayed her. "Yeah, yeah."

Nayeon grabbed the printed photo strip as soon as it slid out of the machine. Y/N reached for it, but Nayeon was faster, holding it up just out of reach.

"Oh, no you don’t," Y/N warned.

Nayeon smirked, waving the strip tauntingly. "This is mine now."

"Fine," Y/N said, crossing her arms. "But I’m keeping this."

Before Nayeon could react, Y/N swiftly pulled out her phone and snapped a picture of the third photo, the one where Nayeon was making the ridiculous face.

Nayeon gasped. "Y/N, don’t you dare—"

Too late. With a devilish grin, Y/N quickly uploaded it to her Instagram story with the caption: Visual queen, everyone.

The notification popped up on Nayeon’s phone almost immediately. Her eyes widened in horror as she stared at the post.

"You. Did. Not."

Y/N winked. "Oh, but I did."

Nayeon’s expression shifted from disbelief to pure determination. "Oh, you’re dead."

Y/N squeaked as Nayeon lunged at her, barely dodging in time before she bolted out of the photo booth, laughter spilling from her lips.

"GET BACK HERE!" Nayeon shouted, sprinting after her.

The set, once calm, erupted into chaos as Y/N weaved between staff members, backup dancers, and TWICE members alike, dodging obstacles with the agility of someone running for their life.

Momo, watching the spectacle unfold, shook her head. "I knew it was only a matter of time before she got herself in trouble."

Jeongyeon sighed dramatically. "They just had a cute moment, and now they’re reenacting a chase scene from an action movie."

Dahyun had already pulled out her phone to record. "This is peak entertainment."

Chaeyoung leaned over to peek at her screen. "Fans are gonna lose their minds over this."

And lose their minds, they did.

Within minutes, Twitter and Instagram were flooded with fan reactions:

“Y/N and Nayeon are the definition of couple goals!”“She really posted that photo just to get a reaction lmaoo”“Nayeon CHASING Y/N AROUND SET?? HELP I CAN’T BREATHE”“TWICE’s next comeback concept: Catch Me If You Can ft. Nayeon hunting down Y/N”

Meanwhile, Y/N had nearly made her escape. Nearly.

Just as she reached the edge of the set, Nayeon grabbed her hoodie from behind and yanked, sending them both tumbling onto one of the lounge couches in a tangled heap.

"You," Nayeon panted, pinning Y/N down. "Are. The worst."

Y/N, breathless from laughter, grinned up at her. "And yet, you love me."

Nayeon groaned, pretending to be exasperated, but the way she stayed close, her nose nearly brushing Y/N’s, gave her away.

"Unfortunately," she muttered, but her soft smile said otherwise.

Y/N laughed, brushing a stray strand of hair from Nayeon’s face. "Admit it, you love it when I make you chase me."

Nayeon rolled her eyes. "I love winning."

"Debatable," Y/N teased.

Nayeon scoffed before leaning down, pressing a quick kiss to Y/N’s lips as if to say, This is what winning looks like.

More dramatic groans erupted from the members.

"OH, COME ON!" Jeongyeon threw her hands in the air. "Now we have to witness this too?"

Sana sighed happily. "I live for this romance."

Jihyo shook her head, muttering, "At least wait until we’re not filming, you two."

Nayeon simply grinned before pulling Y/N back into another hug, as if refusing to let her go. And honestly? Y/N didn’t mind one bit.

As the day wound down and the energy on set began to mellow, Y/N found herself instinctively searching for Nayeon. The members were busy wrapping up their final takes, and the crew bustled around organizing equipment, but amid the lingering excitement, Y/N just wanted a quiet moment with her.

She didn’t have to look far.

Nayeon was already waiting for her, leaning against the back wall of the set, tucked away from the noise. Her head tilted slightly as she met Y/N’s gaze, a soft, knowing smile curving her lips. Without a word, Y/N walked over, letting the world fade behind her.

The moment she was close enough, Nayeon reached for her, slipping her arms around Y/N’s waist and pulling her in. Y/N let out a content sigh as she melted into her embrace, her fingers naturally finding their way into Nayeon’s hair, playing with the strands absentmindedly.

"Finally," Nayeon murmured, resting her chin against Y/N’s shoulder. "I’ve been waiting for you to sneak away with me."

Y/N chuckled, pressing a gentle kiss to her temple. "I had to let you finish being a superstar first."

Nayeon hummed. "Mmm. Well, now I just want to be your girlfriend."

Y/N smiled, running her hands up and down Nayeon’s back. "Lucky for you, I love you as both."

At that, Nayeon pulled back just enough to meet Y/N’s eyes. The playful glint from earlier had softened into something more tender, more vulnerable. "You know, I hate it when you have to leave."

Y/N sighed, pressing their foreheads together. "I know."

It was always the hardest part, stealing time for each other only to have it cut too short. Y/N had her own packed schedule, and Nayeon had hers, but they always made it work. Somehow, no matter how busy life got, they always found their way back to each other.

"I’ll see you soon, though," Y/N reassured her, brushing her thumb over Nayeon’s cheek. "Promise."

Nayeon sighed dramatically. "That’s not soon enough."

Y/N laughed, tilting her head. "So what, you want me to just stay here? Become the honorary tenth member of TWICE?"

Nayeon smirked. "Wouldn’t be the worst idea. Think of all the time we’d have together."

"Pretty sure JYP would notice," Y/N teased.

"Pfft," Nayeon waved her off. "Details."

Y/N grinned, leaning in to steal another soft kiss, slow and lingering, savoring the moment. Nayeon sighed into it, her fingers tightening around the fabric of Y/N’s hoodie.

When they finally broke apart, Nayeon’s eyes flickered with mischief. Before Y/N could question it, Nayeon suddenly stepped back, still clutching Y/N’s hoodie, and in one swift motion, she peeled it right off of her.

"Hey!" Y/N started, shivering slightly at the sudden loss of warmth.

Nayeon grinned, slipping the oversized hoodie over her. It was far too big for her, the sleeves covering her hands completely, but she looked ridiculously adorable in it.

"This is mine now," she announced proudly.

Y/N raised an eyebrow. "And why exactly are you stealing my hoodie?"

Nayeon crossed her arms, as if that made her claim on the hoodie more legitimate. "Because it smells like you," she said simply, like it was the most obvious thing in the world.

Y/N stared at her for a moment before shaking her head with a chuckle. "You’re ridiculous."

"And yet, you love me," Nayeon shot back, beaming.

Y/N sighed dramatically, but she couldn’t fight the warmth blooming in her chest. "Yeah, yeah."

She leaned in once more, pressing one last lingering kiss to Nayeon’s lips before whispering, "I really do."

The moment stretched, quiet yet profound, as Y/N and Nayeon remained in their secluded space, unwilling to let reality pull them apart just yet. The world outside their little bubble buzzed with movement. All Y/N could focus on was the way Nayeon’s fingers danced lightly along her wrist, tracing soft, absentminded patterns as if memorizing the shape of her skin.

“I wish we had more time like this,” Nayeon whispered, her voice laced with longing. It wasn’t just a passing sentiment, it was a plea, a quiet confession of how much she missed these moments.

Y/N let out a soft breath, reaching up to tuck a loose strand of Nayeon’s hair behind her ear. Her touch lingered for a second longer than necessary, fingertips brushing the warmth of her cheek. “Me too,” she admitted, voice gentle yet firm. “But I’ll take whatever moments we get.”

Nayeon’s lips curled into a playful pout, though her eyes remained soft, vulnerable. “It’s not enough. I want you here all the time.”

Y/N chuckled, tilting her head slightly. “Greedy, aren’t you?”

Nayeon huffed dramatically, pressing closer, resting her forehead against Y/N’s shoulder. “Only when it comes to you.”

The warmth of her presence, the way she clung to Y/N like she never wanted to let go, sent a shiver of affection down Y/N’s spine. She tightened her arms around Nayeon’s waist, reveling in the way she fit so perfectly in her embrace.

But then, reality intruded.

A voice called from across the set, pulling them back to the present. Nayeon groaned, her grip on Y/N tightening for just a second longer before she reluctantly loosened it. “Already?” she mumbled, voice tinged with frustration.

Y/N smiled knowingly and squeezed her hand. “Go. I probably should get back to work too.”

Nayeon hesitated, her gaze searching Y/N’s. Then, without another word, she leaned in and pressed a quick, featherlight kiss to Y/N’s cheek, her lips lingering just long enough to send Y/N’s heartbeat into overdrive.

“Don’t disappear on me,” she murmured before finally stepping away.

Y/N stood frozen for a moment, watching as Nayeon made her way back onto the set. There was a slight reluctance in her movements, a longing glance thrown over her shoulder just before she slipped back into her idol persona. The instant the cameras were on her, she transformed—radiant, confident, breathtaking.

“You’re completely gone for her,” Jihyo’s amused voice interrupted Y/N’s daze, and she turned to find the leader smirking at her knowingly.

Y/N let out a breathy laugh, unable to deny it. “I know.”

As if drawn to her, Nayeon stole one last glance in Y/N’s direction, their eyes locking across the set. In that moment, nothing else existed, no cameras, no expectations, no schedules. Just the silent promise between them. No matter the distance, no matter the chaos, I will always find my way back to you.

[ally1uvsu]

Milkshakes and cat eyes.. / Roh Jae-won x reader

⨉⠀⠀─⠀⠀Special .⠀›⠀Holiday series⠀‎ꪆৎ starring; Roh Jae-won — 🍨

·⠀warnings info⠀· SFW — . wc; 1.2k

Summary; Being dumped a few weeks before wasn’t in your plans, so this valentines, you had been sulking. Until your friend dragged you out of your bedroom to go for a walk and have a picnic nearby a famous tourist spot.. causing you to meet a certain guy while you got milkshakes for you and her.

Tags; fluff, mentions of breakups, first meetings, reader doesn’t know Jae-won is an actor, fem!reader, initial lowk angst, use of Y/n, also a little bit of crying, he gets you to smile so yay!!!

Notes; Happy valentines day everyone!!<3

For the past couple of weeks, you had been stuck inside your bedroom and just sulking. You didn’t want to get out, eat, nothing. You just stayed inside your bedroom while looking at some old memories you had with your ex.

The days jumbled up into one, your phone had been dead on your nightstand as you stared at the ceiling. Your eyes all red and puffy from crying, it seemed you couldn’t even cry anymore.

You hadn’t been aware it was Valentine’s Day, today was just another day inside your bedroom. That was until your friend appeared on the door, flicking on the lights.

A whine left your lips as you pulled the covers over your head, but it seemed she wasn’t having that. Now, you regretted giving her a spare key. "Come on, Y/n, you have to get up. It’s been weeks since you saw daylight."

You heard the rustling sounds of curtains opening, the lights making your eyes strain as she tossed the covers off of you, hands on her hips as she sighed. "Girl.. you have to get over that guy. I told you he was a red flag from the start, he doesn’t deserve your tears."

You frowned, shaking your head as you sat up. "I loved him." It came out slightly pathetically, making you cringe internally. "I don’t get what went wrong.."

"And you need to stop sulking over that man, come on, Y/n! It’s valentine’s day and all that stuff, since he dumped you.. let’s just have a galentine’s day." She suggested cheerfully, making you raise your brow. What the hell was 'Galentine’s day?'

"Min-ji.. what the hell is a galentine’s day?" And you could see her smile dissolving into an incredulous look, scoffing. "Seriously? You never heard of that name? You really have been living under a rock."

"Damn, okay. I’ll just go back to sleep." You retorted, but before you could even slump back into bed, she was dragging you up. "Galentine’s is a Valentine’s day for best friends, of course! I’m not letting you stay inside your bedroom like this. Come on, go shower, get dressed, I’m taking you somewhere."

Seeing no other escape for this, you had no choice but to do what she said. You took a shower, got dressed into a comfortable and yet proper for going out outfit, and fixed your hair. Surprisingly, you felt a tad lighter as you stared at yourself in the mirror, as if sulking in bed was draining you even worse.

Shaking it off, you met Min-ji sitting in your bed, that was already made. You smiled at her and she squealed, standing up and hugging you. "See? That’s the smile I wanna see in you! Come on, let’s get some air."

The air outside was soft, the breeze warm and comfortable against your face. You full on had expected her to take you out in her car, but now? You were sitting in the back of her bike with your arms around her waist as you felt the breeze.

"I brought stuff for a picnic, it’s already all set up. Eun-ae is there too." Min-ji perked up suddenly, turning the corner into a park. Kids were playing around and some couples were walking together with their hands intertwined. For a second, you felt bad. Wishing that was you and your ex. But today wasn’t about him, was it? So you forced yourself to focus in what truly mattered.

And then finally, your eyes were met with a little ice cream truck that sold milkshakes. You hadn’t had one in a long time, and suddenly they sounded so damn good. "Min-ji.. can you drop me here? I want to get milkshakes." You said as you poked her side, and she halted the bike to a stop.

"Only if you get me one, and get one for Eun-ae too. You know our favorite flavors." You nodded, getting out of the bike and checking the money in your wallet. It was enough, you assumed. "We’re at the slot sign that says number six, meet us there."

Nodding, you walked off towards the truck. Ordering three different flavors; strawberry, vanilla, and chocolate. You stood there, waiting. Until you felt something walk between your feet, and you were met with a black cat. A little 'aw' left your lips as you kneeled down and scratched its chin.

A smile was brought to your lips, the cat was purring beneath your fingertips. But it didn’t last long, suddenly, it bolted and hid somewhere, making you confused. But as you looked forward, you saw a man approaching with a dog in a leash.

Cleaning the small amount of fur strands on your skirt, you rose to your feet and looked at the guy. He gave you an apologetic smile, scratching the back of his head. "Sorry, I didn’t mean to scare the cat.. you looked happy with it."

You chuckled, shaking your head. "No, no, it’s fine, really. It wasn’t your fault." Your eyes darted to the dog who sat obediently next to him, waving briefly.

Before a word could even be said, your order was brought to the window of the truck. You reached for your wallet, cursing under your breath as you realized you were a few wons short. "Sorry, can I go get a little more money with my friends? They’re like— over there." You pointed towards the slot they were in, but then, the man you had previously talking to began;

"I can fill it in for you, consider it a small apology for scaring away the cat." He said with a warm smile, and of course, you denied. But he seemed really resilient, and in the end, he ended up paying for the rest.

So now, you stood here with the milkshakes in front of him, thanking him for what felt like the fifth time. He mainly brushed it off, saying that the gratitude wasn’t needed. "It’s fine, really. Don’t worry about it." He said with a wave of his hand as if dismissing it.

"Still, thank you, uhm.." you trailed off, still unsure of his name. "Jae-won." He introduced himself as he extended his hand for you to shake. Nodding, you smiled back at him as you shook his hand. "Y/n." His hands were warm.. just like his personality. You were glad to meet such a sweet person, especially when you were in such a sad mood.

"Thanks a lot, Jae-won." You concluded, pulling your hand back as you took a sip of your milkshake. "The pleasure is all mines, miss Y/n." He paused, as if thinking about his next words, and then decided upon a farewell. "I’ll see you around, and.. Happy Valentine’s day."

"Happy Valentine’s day." You said back, parting ways with him with a dumb smile lingering on your lips. Finally, you met with your friends in the slot, and they seemed tired of waiting already. "Finally! What took you so long?" Eun-ae groaned, and you handed them their respective milkshakes, sitting down in the tablecloth they had placed above the grass. "The guy took a bit longer than I expected." You lied, or at least tried to.

"Oh, yeah? And did the guy write that number on purpose?" Min-ji teased, and you looked at the corner of your cup to see a phone number neatly written. Then, suddenly it hit you. It might have been when Jae-won was making his own order, you had been too distracted petting his dog. A chuckle of disbelief left your lips as you bit them. Taking another sip before shrugging. "Something like that."

Maybe life did have its own little ways of bringing your mood up and helping you to move on.

[folkling]

SLASHED A 12 Day Spooky Season CAS Challenge 🩸💀

Hi friends! It's getting closer to one of my favorite holidays, and I thought I'd make a CAS challenge to help bring in the spooky season. I've had this challenge in mind for a while, and now is the perfect time for it. I love slasher films, Halloween, Texas Chainsaw Massacre, you name it. So, that's the theme of this CAS challenge. No rules, these are your slasher film characters. Just share, tag me (I'd love to see), and have fun!

Remember, use #windbrookslashed

*update: Day 6 “The Sacrifice” now encapsulates “The Fool” (stoner/ and or comic relief) character archetype - more details in glossary*

Find a character glossary below

Character Glossary

The Final Girl

Usually the one that survives the onslaught, they give the killer a run for their money

The Jock

A douche. They’re arrogant, irresponsible, and usually one of the ones to die first.

The Bad Girl

Flirtatious, sexy, and catty to a fault. Usually stuck up. They mean well, but ultimately cares only for themselves.

The Outcast

Responsible and level-headed, they're often perceived as a "Debby Downwer".

The Academic

Nerdy, kind-hearted, and loyal. They're either finding clever ways to outwit the killer or making the cast easy prey - by accident of course.

The Sacrifice/The Fool

We care about them, they’re funny and relatable. Usually ridiculed by The Jock and The Bad Girl. As much as we care about them, they typically die a gruesome death, ultimately warning the others of just what kind of danger their in.

The Skeptic

“See it to believe it” is their motto, and by then it's usually too late.

The Meddler

If there's a demonic ritualistic book locked by key, they're usually going to find a way to pry it open. Everyone suffers because of them, everyone.

The Harbinger

A creepy old person usually warning the main cast to stay far away from whatever impending danger they seem to be crashing into.

The Detective

Thinks they know best, and the main cast hates them for this. They're always poking around, checking things out. Typically they're a blessing to The Final Girl, helping best the killer, or a curse, in which you're happy to see them die.

The Hunter

Knows the killer's weakness and the best way to beat them. The Final Girl typically teams up with them to finally nail the killer. Usually, they're considered the other final character to survive.

The Killer

Iconic. The bringer of doom. It gives them pleasure to pick of the cast, reveling in their own cat and mouse game. No matter their backstory, it always leads to slaughter in the end.

[colorlessjay]

Concept: S16 Dean got really, REALLY into photography while retired. Why? Well he realized far too late he had barely any pictures of Cas, so Dean is making up for lost time once Cas came back. And like, Cas’s beauty is hard to capture with some dinky phone camera and so he does some research and learns about lighting and lenses and depth of field, etc

And of course Dean is an old fashioned guy so he of course uses an old school film camera and has a dark room in their marital home and of COURSE Cas is his favourite muse and model.

Does he take 1000000 glamour shots of his gorgeous wife? DUH. Does he take even more creeper CANDID shots of Cas? double DUH. Does he also force Cas into doing dumb couples shoots with him like awkward prom pics or whole family portraits with terrible matching sweaters? What do you take him for? of course he does

(He also loves taking pictures of Jack and Cas together, and he has an active and willing collaborator in Jack. They once did a silly shoot for Jack’s 5th birthday where they have him do a baby->Kindergardener photo shoot but as his fully grown self and it’s hilarious to Dean and no he doesn’t then almost start crying right along Cas at the set ending with Jack standing on their porch, wearing a backpack, a spider-man t-shirt, and holding up a chalkboard with “first day of school!” Dean DIDN’T start crying then because he was already crying at the picture of Jack all blanket burrito’s and swaddled up with a “welcome home jack” à la baby’s home from the hospital style pic lol)

Sam tries showing Dean his new phone’s super high end camera and Dean is sooooo annoying and dismissive of it and scoffs at the results, especially what he learns it’s got that post processing AI shit on it. Bah.

(Claire makes his break out his rapid shot gear to get some sweet pics of her fighting a vampire to send to Kaia. Dean promises he’s staying out of the fighting part cuz he’s retired and this is Claire’s hunt but he does get a twinge of FOMO when she is the one with a machete and he’s got the telephoto lens to stay out of the way. But him catching the money shot of Claire doing the final beheading? That’s more exhilarating that the last 10 vampires hunts he went on before retirement combined. The pictures turn out AMAZING considering the lightning conditions at night! And the blood splatter! No Sam this isn’t disturbing and serial killer shit this is art!!)

Dean’s 2nd favourite model is of course Baby, he ends up getting some gig work are a car photographer from fellow old heads that also want glamour shots of their old classic cars on real film. Jody teases that it’s like Dean is directing a porno for the cars with how he talks about “lighting the contours” and “we gotta highlight this lady’s curves just right”

(And speaking of porno’s, yeah Dean’s taken many, MANY erotic nudes of his favourite model. Often on or in his 2nd favourite model. And yeah the cowboy gear gets used a LOT in these. Why do you think Dean asked Rowena for a spelled locked box that OBLY him and Cas can open? It was a lovely birthday present from the Queen of Hell that was only happy to provide!)

I love this idea so much I'm gonna write smut about it

Anon, idk who you are but DM me more of these ideas

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[thewayhouse]

'A Slight Miscommunication'

Castiel x Reader

-> Gender neutral reader -> Slightly susggestive - kissing -> Miscommunication trope -> 1.5K words -> Author's note at the end

'A Slight Miscommunication'

The rain pitter-pattered on the motel roof, thunder raging in the distance. You watched the raindrops on the window race each other to the bottom, silently rooting for one. It won. Smiling at your small achievement, you took a sip from your glass, whiskey burning your throat in a mild sensation. 

You, Sam, Dean, and Castiel had been on this hunt for two weeks now and it was beginning to weigh on you all. It was some vampire sightings that Dean was positive were real, we didn’t believe him but begrudgingly went along with it due to lack of any other cases. Now Dean was starting to question whether they were real or not. He wasn’t singing along to the songs on the radio anymore, and Sam was barely touching any of his books. Cas was mostly the same, but there was no one to balance out his usual monotone behaviour, so things were starting to get drab. Even you, one who wasn’t one to give up on a case so easily, was starting to rethink that self-proclaimed title. 

“Hello”, a monotone voice from behind you spoke, making you jump in your seat and whip your head around. “Cas, you’ve gotta make more noise man,” I took a deep breath, calming down my heart from the sudden high, “you’re gonna give someone a heart attack sneaking up like that.” “My apologies, I didn’t mean to startle you”, he walked around and sat down on the chair opposite you, “I just wanted to talk about something that happened earlier.” “Oh?” “At the diner, with the waitress.” He said, trying to jog your memory, and it worked. Earlier, the group had gone to a local diner to get some lunch, a little break from our searching. You and Cas walked in and sat down at a booth first; Dean couldn’t find a parking spot in the carpark of the diner, and Sam wanted to make sure he got one with shade covering Baby. So the brothers drove off bickering after dropping off you and Cas. When the waitress came round to get your orders, she had said something along the lines of “So, what can I get you two love birds today?” To which Cas had said nothing, and told her that you were waiting on others. “Oooh, double dates are always fun. I’ll come back later” she’d responded. Before she left however, you corrected her “we’re just friends actually. And we’re waiting on two other friends, who are brothers, so…” She apologised and went to go serve another table. When you had looked back at Cas, he seemed off, but you couldn’t press further, Sam and Dean had arrived. “Oh, yeah, that.” you took another sip of whiskey, the ice clinking together, before you continued. “Yeah, what was that about Cas? You looked off, but I didn’t want to pry-” “No. I want to talk about you. Why did you say that to the waitress?” He looked genuinely confused, even a bit hurt. “What do you mean? I corrected her because we aren’t dating.” You looked equally as confused as him, both staring at each other. “What made you think that?” he scooched forward on his chair, the old frame creaking slightly beneath him, “of course we’re dating. We have been for months now.” “What?” “Did- did you not know?” You both sat there, staring at each other for what felt like hours, both as baffled as the other. The deafening silence finally broke at Cas’ words. “I courted you, you accepted, we’re dating. Is that not how that works with humans?” “No- no that’s how it works, I guess. But when did you court me?” you began stuttering over your words out of both bewilderment, but also out of embarrassment. Maybe flustered is the better word. Either way, you were beginning to feel a heat spread across your cheeks, one that said everything you were thinking, and had been for months now. Yes, you had had a crush on Castiel for a while now, almost a year now, longer even. Through that time, you had assumed that angels did not have those kinds of feelings. Even if they did, you didn’t think Cas was one of them; until now of course. “I have cooked you your favourite food on multiple occasions, I asked you to dance with me and you accepted, and I have defended your safety countless times - of course I would protect anyone, but it felt different with you” Castiel answered. Those things didn’t really sound like romantic things to you, in fact they’re pretty standard platonic actions, which made you press further. “Okay… but you said I accepted?” “Do you remember when I first showed you my wings?” You did remember.

He had asked if you wanted to see them, to which you had excitedly responded. Neither Sam nor Dean had seen Cas’ wings, one of the few aspects of his true form that humans were able to see in moderation without dire consequences; so naturally, you felt honoured and a little aloof with the fact that Cas let you see them and no one else. He had ushered you into the bathroom at the motel you were all staying at and locked the door so no one would walk in on the display. You remembered that he had seemed nervous to show you, but you’d assumed it was nerves relating to your safety, hoping it wouldn’t be too much for you. When he did show you, after the initial shock, he’d asked if you would clean them for him. Actually, the word he used was ‘preen’, but it was basically the same thing, right? “Yeah, I remember. You had me clean them because it was too difficult to do it yourself.” “Exactly, you preened my wings,” Castiel took a breath, shaking his head, baffled that he had to explain this to me. “Did you not know that that is a common courting method for those with wings?” He continued, “you accepting and preening my wings for me was you reciprocating the courtship.” Shuffling in his seat, he finished with “I thought it did anyway.” You sat there for a moment, taking this all in, face flushed, gripping your whiskey. “I…” unsure what to say, or how to look at Cas in the eye after hearing how oblivious you’d been, you stood up. Placing your now empty glass on the windowsill beside you, you anxiously tidied your crinkled shirt and cleared your throat. One, two, steps forward. Now standing in between Cas’ legs, you reach out and grab his tie, pulling his head upwards into a kiss. 

It was unexpected to say the least, for both of you. You don’t know why you did it, but it just felt right, and boy did Castiel’s lips feel just right too. The sweet scent of honey and whiskey filled your senses, making a deep aching sensation drip into your chest. Kissing an angel, how holy and devoted does that sound. How dirty and blasphemous. No matter, it was heaven if you’ve ever felt it. The soft lips of the angel pressing against yours in a soothing motion, nothing could compare. Nothing in your mind but him, nothing but him. The sound of Cas’ muffled surprise fluttering through your body, only making you want more, trying to drag more out of him. It wasn’t too much use though, you needed to breathe. Reluctantly you pulled back, your scattered breaths mingling with each other. You stumbled backwards slightly, letting go of his tie, “I’m sorry, I don’t know why I-” Castiel had cut you off, standing up and taking a step forward. “No, don’t be,” he took your hands in his, tracing small circles on your palms with his thumbs. “I’ve been wanting to do that for a while,” his voice was soft, gentler than it usually is. Entwining his fingers with yours, he pulls you closer, keeping his eyes on yours the whole time. “Was that you… agreeing?”He glances down at your hands for a brief second before looking up again, “to this whole thing, I mean. To us… us being together.” “Well I guess it wasn’t me so much as agreeing if we were already dating,” you chuckled, “albeit without me knowing at first.” Castiel let out a sigh, letting out all the tension he didn’t realise was building within him, “I’m glad.” One of his hands made its way up to your face, carefully brushing a piece of hair behind your ear; it cupped your cheek. You leaned into Cas’ warm palm resting against your face, the feeling both foreign and familiar.

 “You know,” you began, “I’m glad you said something… I have liked you for a while.” “And you said nothing?” “No. I didn’t think angels could feel anything like that, so I just never bothered.” Castiel shook his head, almost in pity. “Oh dear,” breathed the angel, “I have a lot to teach you, Love.” 

Author's Note

Let me know if you'd like a continuation of this short, cause I honestly really enjoyed writing it.

Heyy, I hope you enjoyed! It's [technically] my first time posting something like this, I usually keep my fanfics to myself, but no more! Idrk what else to say so uh, my requests are open, and buh bye!

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