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princesscas · 4 years

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hey again mandy!! i was wondering if you could rec some fluffy destiel fics? just your favorite ones if you’ve got some, either fluffy or angsty! i’d love to add some diversity to my bookmark list ☺️💕

Ooohh yeah! You sent this right as an anon sent the same request :3

Anon: I have seen your answer to an anon and now I want you to do a list of your favorite destiel fics please!! I just need to read fluffy fics but I also want some that have very good plot and also good portray of the characters but with a happy ending i can’t stomach more sadness. Thanks!! By the way for these who haven’t read it I want to recommend a very good fic call I don’t care where you been.

So I’m not too big on angst, like yes I do love angst, it can be good for the plot/character development/etc, but sometimes too much angst is well, too much for me to handle lol. Fluff is my bread and butter when it comes to not only writing, but reading. It can do me no harm, besides making my cheeks hurt from smiling so dang much!

So here is my list of fluffy, plotty, longfics! These are pretty old, because I haven’t been in the market for any destiel longfic in the recent years, besides oneshots and a few WIPs here and there. (i’m still neck deep into the stucky dumpster lol) 6 canon fics and 6 AU’s :D

CANON

Professional Couple Only by saltyfeathers (Fake/Pretend Relationship) - There's a haunted apartment building in Vermont, and the ad says "Professional couple only". Dean and Cas rise to the occasion.

The Silence Between Heartbeats by yesmsmoran (elliedew) (2x20 AU) - "Fic that replaces Carmen with Cas. And then, when Dean wakes up and he meets Cas for the first time he freaks out because it's the only man he's ever loved and he's so confused as to how he can be real when he obviously had to be something the djinn created."

i wanna see your animal side by microcomets (Animal Transformation) - Dean gets attached to a dark-haired, blue-eyed kitten. He hates cats, so he can't really say why.

Just To Make You See by youaresunlight (Mutual Pining) - “I’ve been reading,” Cas explains, lifting his coat to reach for something inside. It’s another magazine but not one about nature or economics. It’s a GQ with a suave male celebrity gracing the cover. “There’s an article in here that gives advice to those who are ‘seeking to escape the friend zone.’”

And I Will Walk On Water by tracy_loo_who (Post-S4) - This fic is set after season 4 and totals ~122,600 words. It's a story about friendship and love, recovery and trust, free will, and Dean and Castiel's journey through it all. It's also about chocolate and hugs. If you read it, I really hope you enjoy it. ♥

Broadway Musical by Griftings (HILLARIOUS GO READ IT) - This is the day that marked the Holy and Blessed Union of Dean Winchester and Jo Harvelle.The merging of prominent bloodlines is always a grand occurrence, but breeding pedigree hunter families like Winchester and Harvelle is something to be rejoiced. It is also something to be meticulously planned, which thankfully the Host is very good at.Or, the romantic comedy where Dean Winchester and Jo Harvelle are destined to get married, Castiel is given the task of playing matchmaker and fails terribly, the entire Heavenly Host becomes a sitcom audience, God warns against male pregnancy, and Jimmy Novak is incredibly unimpressed with angels in general.

a world above water by museaway (Fairy Tale AU) - Castiel’s hope for freedom is threatened by a chance encounter with the Crowned Prince of Lawrence, who is trying to avoid an arranged marriage

To Find a Family by linasane (Kid Fic, Domestic) - When Dean's little brother gets taken away, he's expecting the fight that ensues. He's expecting the stress that comes from separation, expecting to do all he can to get Sammy back from whatever awful foster family he's been placed with. He's not expecting Castiel Novak. (Castiel, in turn, isn't expecting his first foster child - five years old and angry - to be the one that leads him to the family he's always wanted, but life has a funny way of working itself out).

Shorten the Distance by GhostGarrison (Online/Long Distance Relationship) - "Nerdytr3nchcoat" and "Impala67" weren't looking for romance on the dating website called 'dateangels.com'. Castiel was looking for friends and Dean was just looking to get his nagging brother off his back. What they didn't expect to find was each other. [a long distance, online relationship fic]

Cooking with Gas by WinJennster (Food Network/Chef!Cas) - Castiel Novak has it all. He's rich, famous, has a top rated cooking show and restaurant, drives an expensive car and wears Armani. His producer throws a contest to spend a day with Chef Novak, cooking and learning techniques. Castiel wants no part of it, but Balthazar insists and Castiel will do as expected. What Castiel wasn't expecting was to fall head over heels for the winner. Dean Winchester hasn't had a successful relationship in his 34 years on Earth. He's got a past he'd like to keep hidden, and his life rotates around his family and his business. Winning a contest to spend a day with his favorite TV chef is a shock, but a welcome diversion from his day to day life...until he meets the guy, and he turns out to be a big jerk. Dean figures he should have expected that. What he wasn't expecting was that same gorgeous blue-eyed man to sweep in and shake up his entire world.

Life In Pink by youaresunlight (Kid Fic - SO FLUFF) - At just 33 years old, Dean Winchester is one of the most sought-after wedding planners in the city. He’s chased his dream ever since he was a kid and is now on the brink of making partner at his firm. But the wedding that’ll make or break his promotion? Is his best friend Dr. Castiel Novak’s. It’s going to be the event of the season - unlimited budget, no expense spared - and it’s the kind of task that Dean has been waiting for… except he’s hopelessly in love with Cas.

Kiss the Baker by Ltleflrt (Bakery AU) - Jo is pregnant and craving something a little bit unusual. When she sends Dean on a mission to find her some chocolate cake donuts with bacon sprinkles, he's sure that he'll fail. Luckily his partner Benny comes to his rescue and introduces him to a quirky little bakery that sells all kinds of weird (and delicious!) baked goods. And they do special orders!Dean finds excuses to keep going back, and Castiel finds excuses to keep giving him special treats.

And I believe this is the fic Anon was referring to: don't care where you've been by thanks_tacos (A/B/O) Dean's life is finally changing. After years of enduring Alastair's abuse, the alpha dies and Dean's married off to the next alpha the system pairs him with - Castiel. The man is strange and distant, but not exactly bad, and Dean's determined to be on his best behavior and not mess up the chance he was given. Soon enough, though, he fucks up anyway and has to call the alpha for help.Castiel's lived his entire life without an omega by his side, and he was fine with that. He doesn't know how to proceed once he's suddenly married to a beautiful man who's obviously been through a lot. Omegas were always a confusing subject to him, so he tries not to interfere much - neither of them is there by their choice. But when Dean calls for help, he understands he's going to have to set some things straight and engage more.

#destiel #destiel fanfic #destiel fic rec #my ficrec #mandy answers stuffs #hbalbat

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seokiloquy · 3 years

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Three’s a Crowded Couch - Oikawa & Kageyama

Au: Regular

Requested

Tags/Warnings: Time Skip spoilers(ish), “established relationship” (never labelled (not like I really ever do), interpret it however you see fit), fluff

Word Count: 1.1k+

“Come on. You can’t leave on your own. He’s not even here yet.” Huffing, you grabbed the back of the volleyball player’s collar, tugging him back to your side as he tried to walk away.

He choked, “I don’t want to wait for that selfish bastard!”

“What are you gonna do? Run home? No way. Now, just wait a bit longer. He’ll be here any minute.”

The black-haired man slumped next to you, bottom lip jutting out as he kicked the smooth floor with the toe of his shoe.

People began pouring through the glass doors, luggage following them. A few fell into the arms of friends and family that waited while others walked by, covering their mouths as they yawned.

Kageyama pulled your sleeve and dragged you to stand in front of him as the crowd became a bit larger. His arms came to fall over your shoulders, tucking you comfortably into a backwards hug.

He yawned.

"Was practice hard today?"

His thumbs brushed your shoulder. "As hard as it normally is," he said softly.

"Hmm, maybe it's just the nerves. Are you excited to see him again?"

“No way!” Strangers turned their heads at his outburst, chuckling at his scrunched nose and downturned lips.

Lifting your hand, you pinched the bridge of his nose, getting the muscles to relax beneath your fingertips. You snorted, “Liar.”

Just as you spun your head to look forward and lowered your hands with a brush against Kageyama’s shoulder, a loud and proud voice called over the busy chatter of the airport from the glass door exits. “Yahoo! My crowning jewels, royals upon the thrones.” Brown hair bouncing happily, the man jogged over. Behind him were two suitcases, behind him until he threw them forward, letting them roll to a stop on either side of you and Kageyama.

“Tooru!”

“Tobio! (Y/N)!” The man cheered, wrapping his arms around both of your forms and tightening his grip as much as possible. Which effectively squeezed out all the air in your lungs as you were sandwiched between two of some of the broadest chests in volleyball.

Hearing your broken wheezes, both men let their arms fall, yawning at the same time in the process. Watching Kageyama bicker with the older man about mimicking him —which only made Oikawa do it purposefully— you smiled and grabbed the pale blue suitcases, letting the two continue to argue playfully as you led them to your car.

“Hey! You don’t have to carry those, we can handle it.” Oikawa got away from the childish banter, jogging up to your left and taking the suitcase from your hand.

“Give me the other one.” Kageyama didn’t offer to help, instead, taking hold of your wrist and sliding the plastic handle of the other suitcase out of your grip.

You stomped the tiled floor, watching the two continue to walk ahead of you before running to catch up. “You both are very tired, let me do this.”

They both responded negatively, only leaving you to carry Oikawa’s carry-on backpack. You wanted to take at least the literal weight off of Oikawa’s shoulders if you couldn’t drag the rolling ones.

Once at your car, the two placed the suitcases on the back of the trunk. Oikawa paused though, staring at the vehicle before opening the side door. “New car?” Oikawa took the passenger seat, leaving a Kageyama grumpy, mad over behind dethroned from his usual spot.

Kageyama answered as he and you slid into your seats. “Ya, the last one finally broke down last week. But that’s a perk of company cars.”

While both Kageyama and Oikawa were slotted for the Japan and Argentina national teams, respectively, for the Olympics (only needing to join their teammates every 4 years or so), they usually were with their league teams. Similarly, you worked with the Olympic team during the on-season, but fully —to both Kageyama’s and Oikawa’s distaste (mostly Tobio’s)— spent your time working as, the one and only, Hinata Shoyo’s personal trainer in the V League and Olympic setting.

“I got to carry a lot of equipment for Shoyo alone, added to the fact that Tobio can’t drive.”

Oikawa laughed reaching backwards to ruffle the younger man’s straight hair like he was a child. Kageyama nearly bit his hand off, only making the brunette laugh harder.

Oikawa pointed out new buildings and shops as you drove through the city. You smiled at the almost childlike wonder for seeing a city he hasn’t set foot in for a couple of months. In the rearview mirror, you could see the small ghost of a smile on Kageyama’s lips as he listened and watched Oikawa chatter on.

Once home, Kageyama carried the suitcases away from the main hall. You took the opportunity to turn on the tv as Oikawa fell lax into your lap on the couch, head resting on top of your stomach and hand gently against the fabric over your thigh. He twisted around as Kageyma returned, facing the tv and shifted back on the couch to make room for you to move towards the centre and for Kageyama to sit behind you.

With Kageyama at your back, legs spread out on either side of you, and Oikawa back between your knees, head on your stomach, you switched to the bookmarked channel that played sci-fi, courtesy of Oikawa return home from Argentina (where he would soon return, not that it mattered with the number of trips the three of you managed to plan around busy schedules). Said brunette hummed, nuzzling into your stomach as the opening theme played.

You leaned back against Kageyama, head against his shoulder. His eyes shut as he yawned again, audibly, which made Oikawa follow soon after. You chuckled, nudging your head against the younger man’s chin which he responded to by fully resting his cheek on your hairline. Your fingers tangled with Oikawa’s hair brushing and knotting the strands all at once.

It didn’t take long for you to notice the slow breathing of the two. It was only late evening, but jetlag and exercise can wear people out, even the greatest of athletes. A gentle chuckle escaped you as you departed between carrying, maybe more so dragging, the dead weight of the two to bed, or just enjoying the warmth you had now and falling asleep with them along the length of the couch.

The decision was made for you though, for as you tried to stand, both pairs of hands tightened their holds, followed by a set of gentle rumbling hums as you settled back into place.

“Damn you two,” you whispered, unable to stop the grin and warmth that built in your chest. With no complaints, you got comfortable in their holds and dozed off with the whirring sound of spaceships in the background.

Short and Sweet, I’m trying to speedrun writing a bit cause One Piece has taken a hold of me and I can’t escape. (Sabo is my favourite, and that’s saying something, I never have favourites I love them all)

If you read Behind the Scenes, don’t read the last 15 pages, spare yourself - Bacon

So soft ~~~ And yes, about the Behind the Scenes...Bacon told me what happened and you really don’t want to know….. Oh...and my exams are slowly coming within the next two weeks, but after that, expect more regular posting - Kiwi

Posted: 11/04/2021

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nebulein · 2 years

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I got tagged by @bagelhagel 💜

favorite time of year: winter. I love winter. I love snow. I love walking through the streets when it's dark and watching all the twinkly lights in everyone's window. there's something so calm and peaceful about winter. plus there's like Christmas and presents, what's not to love?! 😁

comfort food: brussel sprouts with potatoes and bacon and a dollop of Schmand holds a special place in my heart. I rediscovered the magic of chicken soup since I've been sick. Warm Ghirardelli triple chocolate brownies.

do you collect something: i am a sentimental horder, so I keep things like ticket stubs, letters and cards people send me, random trinkets and mementos from vacations, etc. So far I've been to few enough hockey games that I also brought back something from each of them. I used to collect lions when I was younger, particularly plushies, but I get obsessive about collecting and the need to have a 100% complete collection so I try very hard not to collect like that anymore.

favorite drink: Bananenmilch (banana milk)

favorite song: I really don't listen to a lot of music, so I'm very bad at these types of questions. How about I tell you my favorite book instead? Because that one is easy, that's Lord of the Rings and has been ever since I read it for the first time when I was twelve 🤓

current favorite song: listen we just went over this 😂😅 why are there two questions about songs? Let me instead tell you my current favorite guilty pleasure TV show which is Dynasty, which I think just got cancelled 🥲 but has been a perfect soapy, dramatic, over the top reprieve from the stress of trying to get my move organized. (Four more days aaaaaaaah *breathes into a paper bag*)

favorite fic: oh now you're just coming for me! I have 63 hockey fics in my bookmarks and I love them all dearly please don't make me choose 😭

My all time 1988 fave is probably either Tympani (Jonny discovers his prostate! And then gay sex! And then his love for Kaner! Yes, in that order 😂) or The Study of Dreams (Patrick turns into a girl on the regular and Jonny has to fuck him back to being a man. Hilarious and hot and oddly sweet, and I wish every time it were longer cause there's not enough 😭) or Every Little Thing He Does (is magic) (Pat is a small town sheriff single dad and the way he is with his two hellions lives rent free in my mind, nevermind quiet, mysterious, but very sexy magic shop owner Jonny my love 😍) and that's as far as I'm willing to narrow it down.

BUT! All of these are tried and true fandom classics (and for good reason) so I wanna leave you with something from my bookmarks that has less than 1,000 hits right now and absolutely deserves more:

precarious and thoughtless is a beautiful love-triangle-it's-complicated Mitch Marner/Auston Matthews/Frederik Andersen fic that's brutal and heart-wrenching and does an outstanding job on characterization and is a fic that feels so real it took my breath away.

That's it!

Tagging @frostbeees, @little-magicpuff, @cubecuecube, @thekookster and @imafriendlydalek if y'all want of course 😘

#ask memes #neb talks #i don't know songs but here's a million fic recs 🤣🤷‍♀️#fic recs

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ja0-s-blank-canvas-fic · 2 years

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Part 2 - Chapter 53 - No Stone Unturned

Blank Canvas Part 2

AO3 - here

Fanfiction.net - here

Happy Tuesday, dear readers! Hope you had a pleasant Easter to those who celebrate it. It's time to see who's been working late. ;)

Announcement before we get to the chapter. This is the official last chapter of this arc and we'll be transitioning to part 3 next update. However I'm going to go on hiatus for a bit. This AU is NOT abandoned, not in the least bit. I have at least 3 more parts after this planned with tons of ideas. But for the start of part 3 I need more time to collect my notes and build up my buffer of chapters. Mostly because I was a dumby and while I did have Izuku analyzing and getting ideas for improvements throughout the series, I didn't actually record them in an easy-to-reference way. XD I've been working on it but he's a smarty and so there's a lot in combination to your own suggestions and ideas. I'm almost done compiling those so I can best work through Izuku consulting with the other Hero students. But yeah, I need more time than the typical two weeks.

I was thinking at least a month and at most maybe 3 just to not have the pressure to update before I'm ready. Though we'll see how that goes. ^___^ I'll be posting one last chapter to this part as an author's note to announce the start of part 3 once I'm ready. That way if you've bookmarked this part or subscribed to the series you'll know. I'll also post on the tumblr and discord. In the mean time, if you need to reach me you can comment on here or reach out to me on the tumblr or discord. I still read all of your comments and appreciate your support. So please be patient with me. :)

And now, the chapter. Enjoy!

Linktree to all the things!

End notes for the chapter are under the line.

STAINY IS GOING TO BE A CONSULTANT!!!! :D There. That's my way of keeping Stain in the story post capture. Which was a fun brain blast that gave me so many ideas for future parts of this AU. Chizome will still be a player in the background same as before and will pop up from time to time as needed. I'm sure there will be questions of if Chizome and Izuku will ever reunite. All I will say is yes but I'll let your imaginations run wild as to how and when. ;) But yeah, Stainy is still in play and is not just getting chucked into Tartarus to rot.

The investigations are happening! Aldera will be going down followed by Endeavor. Though when exactly I'm still working out. But it will happen! With the combined front of concerned mothers, a worried friend, angered Heros, a determined detective, and a strong-willed Villain with the potential addition of certain crispy bacon boy. ;)

Now there is some secrecy going on with them targeting Endeavor. I would feel the Hero Commission wouldn't have much care for the lower ranking heroes since they don't have as much media attention. But going after higher ranking like Endeavor would definitely get their attention. They'll have to be careful and cautious moving forward, but they will move forward. I'm still deciding what consequences Endeavor is going to face so any thoughts on that would be much appreciated. (I probably already asked that at the end of a previous chapter but it never hurts to ask again!) I have some ideas like jail time, losing his hero license, losing custody, etc. But any others are welcome! I'm still playing around with the fire extinguisher idea suggested to me. ;P So serious or silly ideas would be appreciated and taken under consideration. ^____^

That's it for this chapter and for this part of the series!!! :D Thank you so much to everyone who has joined me on this journey and keep coming back for more. Which there will be more of in the future but as I said I'll be taking a break from posting for a bit. In the mean time, stay awesome and take care of yourselves. We'll be back next time to continue Izuku's journey of becoming the first Quirkless Hero in part 3, Blank Canvas: Heritage. See ya then! :D

#mha #bnha #quirkless au #fanfic #blankcanvasfic #blankcanvasconvictions #tsukauchi naomasa #akaguro chizome #detective tsukauchi #hero killer stain

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just-another-hhazbin · 4 years

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*grabby hands* gib found family fic recs

*recommends you my unpublished fics because secretly I’m an asshole*

lakldkfsdkhfjash just kidding, naturally. (But also once I publish it I’m never gonna shut up, so get prepared.)

I... do not have any saved in my bookmarks. Because I am lowkey very picky about what I bookmark and they were not That Good, though hopefully/maybe I just haven’t found the Really Good ones yet. When I have time, I’ll go through both by bookmarks and kudo-d fics to create a master list of fic recommendations based on genre and ship and etc.

If anyone’s curious, here are the 9 Hazbin fics I do have bookmarked (yes, only 9 out of roughly 2500. I am That picky.). I’ll do a separate post one day for the FFnet favorites:

“Afterlife” series by Jadeile, first one is “Shit, the Radio Demon is a Part of my Afterlife”

Radiohusk

(shocking, I know)

anything by Jadeile

the “YDSTM” series by pmastamonkmonk, first one is “You Do Something to Me”

Radiodust

The first story in the series has a tw for slightly graphic mentions of nsfw and torture/murder/violence, but the second one is pretty close to found family fluff.

“@voxofficial snapped lmao” by ckret2

Radiosnake flavored crack featuring the Triple Vs, cw for sexual humor

“You’ve Got a Face for Radio” by ckret2

acearo Alastor exploration

“Bringing Home the Bacon” by Starlight1395

Radiodust

Alastor done fucks up but it gets better

“Death’s Own Song” by WeAreMisfortune

Radiodust

Bonding a la Murder and eldritch vibes

“The Deal” by lokidiabolus

Radiodust

tw for suicide

“Nightmares” by boa_bec

Alastor and Husk

darkfic, Alastor deals with nightmares and intrusive thoughts

“Radio and Nawlins” series by wifidelis, first story is “Radio Tried to Kill the Video Star”

Alastor and Husk, Radiohusk if you squint

so soft

Husk helps Alastor after a battle gone wrong

“Now” by wifidelis

soft Radiohusk

yes I’m weak for it shut up

Also, if anyone knows the fic where Alastor decides to deal with his feelings by cutting up and eating a conscious but drugged Angel Dust only to change his mind halfway through when he realizes he’s actually in love with the surprisingly witty but abused spider demon... let me know cause I can’t find it sdjkhfskhf

#today on yes #I read very dark non crack things sometimes #most of the time #but yes i'm sorry I don't have the fic recs on hand sdjhfkshfkjsdfhjsahf #hazbin hotel fanfiction #hazbin hotel #hazbin hotel fandom #hazbin hotel fics #hazbin fanfiction #hazbin fics #fic rec #fanfic recommendations #radiodust #radiohusk #angel dust #alastor #husk #husker #Anonymous

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theladyofdeath · 4 years

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To make up for that last abhorrent chapter can we get a fluffy nessian one shot because I simply cannot.

Okay, okay. I suppose that would be acceptable. Enjoy the domestic baby daddy fluff and many fucks.

“Cassian!”

Nesta yelled for her fiance from their bedroom where she had been pleasantly reading a romance novel for the entirety of the afternoon. Her feet were propped up on a pillow, a blanket was tossed over her lap, and Cassian created a wall of fluff for her to comfortably lean back on.

She could hear his feet pounding up the stairs, most likely taking them two at a time.

“Coming!” he called, hurrying through the hallway.

Cassian ran through the threshold, his eyes wide, an apron tied around his body, his hair tied at the top of his head. “What? What happened? Are you alright?”

Nesta grabbed the cup from her nightstand. “Can you bring me more lemonade, please?”

Cassian blinked, shoulders slumping. “Okay, sweetheart, I love you, but you can’t scream bloody murder every damn time you want something. Alright? When the baby is actually coming, I’m just going to assume you’re screaming at me to come paint your toenails again.”

Nesta snorted, rubbing her hands lovingly over her baby bump before glancing at her black, sparkly toenails. “But you’re just so good at pedicures.”

Cassian couldn’t stop his grin. “True. Why don’t you come downstairs? Dinner is almost ready.”

She glanced down at the apron she had gotten him the Christmas before. It read Don’t go bacon my heart in big, white letters.

“Moving has become difficult if you haven’t noticed.”

Cassian meandered to the bedside, took the book from the top of her baby bump and set it down on her nightstand, after placing her bookmark between the pages. “I know, but you have to move around, doctor’s orders.”

Nesta sighed, and took Cassian’s hands. He pulled her to her feet.

“Alright,” he smiled. “Come on.”

With a groan, that she was sure lasted longer than it should have, Nesta followed him through the hall and, oh so slowly, down the stairs.

“Have I told you how much I hate you for doing this to me?” she asked.

Cassian’s shoulders shook with laughter. “May have mentioned it, once or twice.”

“I can’t even see my fucking toes anymore,” she mumbled. “Unless they’re propped up on a pillow.”

“Don’t worry, you still have cute toes.”

“Don’t try to cheer me up, Nazari, it won’t work.”

Nesta froze, just they were about to walk out onto the back patio.

Cassian opened the sliding door, and when she didn’t follow, he slowly turned around. “What?”

“I forgot my fucking lemonade cup,” she said. “Cassian, I forgot my fucking-”

Laughter cut her off. Cassian couldn’t not laugh at her, lately. It wasn’t that it was funny that she was pregnant, of course, but her emotions had gone from zero to a hundred the day she found out she was pregnant.

He opened the cupboard and got another cup before pulling a pitcher of homemade lemonade out of the fridge. “Go outside, babe. Sit.”

She did. A second later, she was watching Cassian grill with an ice-cold glass of lemonade in her hand.

“Barbeque chicken?” she asked. It had been her request every night for the last two weeks.

“Of course,” Cassian crooned, putting the lid down. “With spicy sauce, to speed up little miss.”

He walked to his fiance and fell on his knees at her feet. He pressed his lips to her stomach. “You have to come out soon, love. Mama’s crankier than usual.”

Nesta pushed his face back, but chuckled. “You’re only supposed to tell her good things about me.”

Cassian rested his chin on the edge of her knee. “Don’t worry. If she comes out the spitting image of her mother, I’ll be a happy man.”

Nesta’s eyes softened as she reached out to cup his face in her hands. “I fucking love you.”

Hazel eyes ignited beneath her touch. He pressed his lips to one of her palms, then the other. “I fucking love you, too.”

“After dinner, let’s go upstairs,” she said, quietly, taking the tie out of his hair, letting it fall around his shoulders.

“Yeah?” he asked, brow raised. “And do what, may I ask?”

“You can draw me a bubble bath,” she said, running her fingers through his dark locks. “And, if you’re being nice, you may join me.”

“I’m always fucking nice,” he mumbled, leaning up to kiss her, softly, on the lips.

Nesta grinned against his lips. “We’ll see.”

Cassian laughed, breathily, before drawing her mouth back to his. As his tongue swept along her bottom lip, his bare feet became suddenly wet.

Cassian jerked back. Nesta’s eyes were wide.

“Cass,” she breathed.

He looked down at his feet. “Shit. Shit.”

“My water broke,” she whispered. “Cassian, my water broke.”

“Your water broke?” Then he scrunched his nose, looking back down at his feet. “On my feet....”

Nesta grabbed him by the face, forcing him to look at her. “Cass...my water fucking broke. The baby is coming. Now.”

Cassian hesitated. “The baby is coming. Holy shit, the baby is coming!”

He was on his feet, scrambling across the deck.

Nesta laughed, watching him panic, as she pulled herself up, one hand on her stomach, the other on her lower back.

“Don’t move!” he called, throwing open the sliding door. “Just hold on and calm the fuck down!”

“You’re the only one that’s panicking, babe,” she called back, waddling toward the back door.

Cassian was turning off the stovetop burners as she walked through the threshold. She didn’t make it far before he sped out of the room, but he was back a moment later with her flip-flops in one hand, his on his feet, their overnight bag thrown over his shoulder, and the packed baby bag in the other. He knelt before her and helped her slip on her shoes before taking her hand, and leading her toward the front door.

“Cass,” she laughed, as they went out on the front porch. “You’re still wearing your apron.”

He looked down before locking the door behind them. “I’ll leave it in the car when we get there. Although, I’m sure they will all love don’t go bacon my heart.”

Nesta laughed and rolled her eyes, admiringly. Once they made it to his truck, he opened the passenger side door and helped her inside, before throwing their bags in the backseat, helping himself inside, and starting the engine.

“Alright,” he breathed. “Alright, ready? Nervous? Fuck, ready?”

Nesta laughed. “Yes!”

He nodded, backing out of the driveway. He turned up the stereo speaker before asking Siri to call Rhysand. He answered a second later. “Are you grilling again? The entire block smells like chicken.”

“Yeah, it’s all yours. We just left but the grill is still on. Please make sure my house doesn’t burn down. Use the spare key.”

Rhysand laughed. “Alright. Do I want to know why you left with food on the grill?”

“Hospital,” Cassian said, driving fifteen over the speed limit. “Baby’s coming!”

There was a pause on Rhysand’s end, then the phone was full of static before Feyre’s voice popped in, “The baby’s coming?!”

“Baby’s fucking coming!” Cassian yelled.

“We’re on our way to your house now, don’t worry about anything,” Rhysand called from the background. “Keep us posted!”

Cassian promised he would before hanging up the phone and looking over at his fiance. She was smiling, broadly, as she took his hand.

“The baby is coming,” he whispered, grinning, before looking back at the road.

“Yeah,” she said, leaning her head back against the seat. She watched the father of her baby girl, shaking from the excitement and anticipation of meeting his daughter. “She is.”

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Cosmo Says - 4

PAIRING: Sam Winchester x Reader, Dean Winchester x Reader WARNINGS: smut: p/v sex, oral sex, some dom/sub themes, eventual threesome, exploration of kinks, and more NOTE: Do not save or repost my work without my consent. I don’t tag for spoilers, so feel free to message me with any questions you have. This work is 18+ only.

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Dean’s already up when you and Sam step into the kitchen, looking well-rested and relaxed from the night before. Bacon is sizzling in a pan, and there’s already a large bowl of eggs and a plate of french toast perched on the counter. He whistles when he sees Sam’s disheveled hair and the stiffness in your back as you walk to the table and slump down.

“Have a good night?” He grins wolfishly.

“Shut up,” you grumble.

“Ooh, you always grumpy the morning after?” Dean sets a full plate of eggs, bacon, and french toast in front of you and ignores the frown you shoot at him.

“I didn’t think I’d get this sore.”

Sam bites off the end of a bacon slice. “I keep telling you to do yoga, it helps.”

You roll your eyes and drizzle syrup over your french toast. “Later.”

“That’s what you always say—”

“Shut up, Sam.”

He goes silent, grinning over a cup of coffee as he leans against the counter. After scooping the rest of the bacon onto a platter and helping himself, Dean plops down on the seat next to you and digs in.

The next several minutes are filled with silence, broken only by you asking Sam to pass the orange juice from the counter and the sound of Dean’s chewing. The food, as always when Dean gets in the kitchen, is cooked nearly to perfection (he’s developed a habit of adding cayenne pepper to the bacon fat as it cooks, giving it an intense heat), and it doesn’t take long for you to clean your plate.

After setting his dish in the sink, Sam vanishes off to the basement after a lengthy explanation about the box of old Men of Letters’ notes that he’s been trying to categorize for weeks. You see right through the excuse—he’s trying to give you and Dean as much space as he can. Dean waits for the door to the basement to creak shut before speaking.

“So, how did last night go?”

You shrug painfully; the muscles are still tense and sore. “It was good.”

“Just good?”

“Well… better than good.” You rinse a plate under the faucet and set it on the rack to dry. “Awkward at first, but who doesn’t feel weird their first time with someone new, huh?”

Dean chuckles. “Me.”

You raise an eyebrow. “You’ve never felt anxious with someone new?”

“I mean, the first couple times were rough, but…” Dean clicks his tongue and shoots you a wink. “I know for damn sure what I’m doin’ know.”

“Oh, do you?”

Dean answers with a swat of the dish towel on your ass. “Bet I could show you.”

“I’m sore.”

“Damn.” He frowns. “What did he do?”

Your cheeks burn at the memory of Sam rutting himself between your legs, cheeks flushed with the ecstasy of a man getting to taste something he’s been long-deprived of. “Let’s just say your brother’s a big guy, and Little Sam isn’t holding back either.” When Dean swallows thickly, you turn back to the sink to rinse a small stack of forks. “Plus, I didn’t stretch as much as I should have.”

Dean steps up behind you, his hands gliding over your shoulders. “I can give you a massage later. Winchester special.”

“Please don’t tell me you guys have your own massage.”

“Nope.” He presses a little closer, pointedly rubbing his hips against your ass. “But I got mine. Nice warm bath, too.”

You giggle when he playfully squeezes your sides. “Let me go, I need to shower.”

He sniffs the crook of your neck and gives an over-exaggerated grimace. “Yeah, you do. You stink like sex.”

After a quick shower and a long afternoon in the basement with Sam and Dean as they sort and organize files, you retreat back upstairs to start dinner, Cosmo open on the counter beside the stove. Dean’s promised a massage, and you need something to reciprocate with.

...grip his shaft firmly, leaving his glans encircled with your thumb and index finger. Using the palm of your other hand, rub his glans with the desired pressure and speed...

Could be fun, you think to yourself as you flip the magazine closed and set it aside.

It’s late by the time you finally call it a night. Sam takes advantage of Dean leaving the kitchen to lock the bunker down for the night and wraps his arms around you from behind, brushing his lips against the side of your neck.

“I’m gonna watch a movie,” he murmurs, “come with me?”

“Mmm, Dean said he’d give me a massage.” You turn to him and run your palms over his chest. “Tomorrow night?”

Sam nods and dips his head, silently asking to kiss you. You respond eagerly, leaning against him as his hands settle on your waist. He pulls you in, deepening the kiss as Dean stomps back into the kitchen.

“Get a room,” he jokes.

You giggle against Sam’s lips. “We did last night.”

“Gross.”

“Says the man who has tentacle porn bookmarked,” Sam replies.

“There will be no kinkshaming in this house.” Dean crosses his arms. “Y/N, do you want your massage or not?”

You hum and tug yourself out of Sam’s grip. “Yes, please.”

“Fine.” Sam fakes a pout and reaches into the fridge to grab himself a second beer. “Have fun getting your massage.”

“Have fun watching your movie,” you tease back, shooting him a wink as you follow Dean down the hall. The moment you’re out of earshot of Sam, he takes your hand, leading you into the communal bathroom, where he starts the tub and adds a small dollop of a bubble solution that smells like peaches.

“Didn’t peg you for a bubble bath guy,” you say, admiring the fancy tub that the oldest Winchester had insisted on getting the year before.

“I deserve good things.” Dean stares proudly at the tile-lined basin before striding slowly back to you. “You deserve good things too.”

“I know.” You smile up at him as he settles his hands on your waist. “You’d make someone a real good husband someday, you know? Keep treating girls to bubble baths and massages, you might land someone.”

He grins, fingers teasing at your shirt. “You know, bubble baths are only fun when you get in ‘em.”

You raise your arms, allowing him to tug your loose tee shirt over your head. He’s met with the full sight of your bare tits, and his cheeks flush with surprise.

“What?” You tease along the line of his belt. “You think I’d wear a bra at home?”

Dean swallows, running his hands up your sides. His fingers are warm and calloused, and you shiver at the feeling of them brushing over your skin. “I never want you to wear a bra again.”

He leans in, claiming your mouth in a soft, plush kiss. He tastes warm and sweet, lips full and soft against yours. Hands splayed out against your shoulders, he holds you close, not pulling back until he feels your palms press against his chest.

“Been wanting to do that for ages,” he murmurs, “Could kiss you all over.”

“You can,” you reply. “Later.”

He undresses you slowly, teasing the little tie of your sweats until the drop around your bare feet, quickly joined by your plain cotton panties. You don’t give him long to stare, pushing his own shirt over his head and unbuckling his belt. He stumbles a little as he tries to kick his boots off, and you giggle when he straightens up with a grumble, having barely succeeded in staying upright as he’d kicked his clothing away. Your hands slide into the soft material of his boxers, easing them down until they join his pile of clothing.

“C’mere.” He takes your hand and steps back, leading you to the tub. You sink into the warm water, bubbles up to your chest, and giggle again when Dean joins you, sending a wave of water over the edge of the basin and splashing onto the floor.

“Klutz.” You poke his knee as he settles with his back against the small incline and shoves his legs underneath you. “You’re taking up all the room.”

“I got room for you right here.” Dean pulls you into his lap, arranging your knees on either side of his thighs. You glare down at him playfully and earn a cheesy grin.

“This isn’t what I was thinking in terms of giving space,” you reply, one eyebrow raised.

“Come on.” Dean’s palms slide up the curve of your back. Fingers press into the dip of your spine. “Just tryin’ to get you to kiss me some more.”

“Then just ask me to kiss you.” You brace your hands on his shoulders and lean down, humming against his mouth as you press your lips to his. He sighs, his chuckle muffled by the movement of your mouths. His hands grip handfuls of your ass, pulling you closer, and you moan at the ache of your flesh.

“Sore here?” he asks.

“Mmm.” You wiggle a little in his arms. “Bit, yeah.”

He smiles lazily. “Then I have an excuse to give your ass all the attention.”

“Perv.”

“What? You have a sweet ass on you.” Dean gives another soft squeeze. “Think I haven’t noticed?”

“No, Dean, I totally don’t catch you starin’ at my ass all the time,” you reply sarcastically.

“Think I could see it bare more often?”

“If you play your cards right.” You feel one hand drift down to brush against your inner thigh. “What’re you doing?”

“What does it feel like I’m doing?” Dean presses another kiss to your lips. “Turn around for me.”

You twist slowly in the water, tipping your head back on his shoulder as he skims the tips of his fingers over your breasts. Thumbs tease your nipples, earning a soft breath in response.

“Sensitive?”

You shake your head. “Not really. Like having ‘em touched, though.”

Dean hums against the crook of your neck, one hand running down your stomach until he reaches your bare mound. “What about here?”

You giggle, sinking deeper into the water as Dean gently teases the lips of your pussy. “Definitely sensitive… I thought I was getting a massage.”

“This is part one.” He kisses the side of your neck. “Just stop talking, can you do that?”

You relent, keeping your knees spread as Dean teases you open, index finger circling your clit in long, slow movements. You moan softly, reaching down to give him a bit of direction; up just a bit… a little more to the left… there.

Your moan echoes through the bathroom as Dean settles right where you’ve positioned him. His other arm slides around your middle, holding you close in the water. He’s hard, and when you rock your hips you can feel him pressed up against your ass.

“Mmm, that feels good.” Dean chuckles against your shoulder and reaches up to tease a breast. His thumb glides around your areola, and you reciprocate with a steady rub of your ass cheek against his cock, trapping it against his thigh.

“Want me to keep doing that?” you ask.

“A little,” Dean replies, focusing a little more firmly on your clit to draw your attention away. “Want you to cum first.”

A smile stretches your lips as he quickens his ministrations. “Yeah… I can do that…”

Dean hums in your ear, the sound dissolving into a soft moan when you meet the rhythm of his fingers with your own movements. You tilt your head to the side just enough to clumsily meet his lips with yours, and he sighs into it, teeth scraping along wet, kiss-swollen flesh.

He makes you cum just like that, lips parted, a loud moan quickly muffled with a kiss, legs parted on either side of his. He’s still hard, and his breath quickens when you grind your ass down on him, trying to get every last quiver of pleasure out of your orgasm as you can.

“That was hot.” Dean lets you turn in the water to straddle him. “How d’ya feel?”

“Really good.” You reach down and brush your fingers over him. “You?”

Dean clicks his tongue. “Well, boners aren’t the most comfortable thing in the world.”

“Once we get outta here I’ll make it better.” You kiss the tip of his nose. “Cosmo said something about a cool handjob move I’ve never tried.”

He takes a deep breath as your fingers wrap around his shaft. “Feels like you’re already starting, baby…”

“Just getting a feel for the territory.” You press one more kiss to his lips and pull your hand away. “I don’t wanna sit in water you’ve spewed in.”

Dean wrinkles his nose. “Spewed? That’s gross.”

“How else would you describe it?” You stand up, grinning at the way Dean’s eyes linger on your bubble-covered skin. “Leakage? A dribble? Discharge?”

“Disgusting.” Dean gratefully accepts the towel you hand him and wraps it around his waist before following you out of the bathroom.

His room is surprisingly clean and, for once, doesn’t smell like three-day laundry. You’re impressed, and turn to look at him as he nudges the door shut. “Did you clean for me?”

“A little.” He shrugs and steps over to the bed. “C’mere, lie down.”

You drop your towel and crawl onto the bed, slumping down on your stomach at Dean’s direction. His memory foam mattress conforms to your body, and you snatch a pillow to cradle under your head.

“You have a really nice bed,” you murmur as Dean tucks his towel around his waist and kneels next to you. “Could fall asleep.”

Dean chuckles and presses his palms against your shoulder blades. “Really? Thought you were gonna do that handjob thing.”

“I will.” You sigh when he puts his weight into his touch, rubbing in long, smooth circles that ease the tension knots from your shoulders. “Mmm, that feels really good.”

He responds with a soft breath and a long roll of his thumbs down the curve of your spine. You arch up, stretching your muscles as he works them loose. Time means nothing as he touches you with surprisingly experienced movements. It could be minutes or even hours, but when he finally ceases his ministrations, you feel like a boneless mess.

“Good?” He asks.

“Yeah.” You sit up tilting your head from side to side. “How’d you get so good at that?”

“Lots of practice.” Dean glides a teasing hand over your ass, cupping a cheek and squeezing lightly. “Think it’s my turn for a little somethin’, huh?”

You hum, leaning in to kiss him as he lies back. “Definitely. You need something?”

“Lube’s in the top drawer,” he gestures to the bedside cabinet, and you reach in and fish around before finding a slightly-greasy purple bottle of Astroglide and a clean hand towel. You pour a small dollop into your hand and nudge his towel out of the way. He’s still hard, and you take a good few seconds to admire him. He’s not as big as Sam, but boy, you’ve got room to play.

Dean inhales sharply when you swing a leg over his hips, sitting with your back to him. His palms settle on your ass, and you hear him let out an appreciative chuckle.

“I like where this is going.”

“Shut up,” you reply, smoothing a lube-covered palm down his shaft. “It’s easier this way.”

“I’m not… fuck,” Dean swallows when you wrap your fingers around him, “I’m not complaining, baby.”

You smile and give him a little squeeze, stroking steadily up and down. “That good?”

“Mmm, yeah.” Dean sucks in air through his teeth. “Squeeze a little tighter.”

You obey, tightening your grip as you smear the clear lubricant over hard, warm flesh. Dean moans, seemingly unable to keep his hands to himself, and you giggle when he palms handfuls of your ass.

“That feels real good,” he murmurs, “little faster.”

Again, you comply, speeding up until you feel his fingers tense and he utters a choked “there.” He pulses in your grip, the slick sound of your hand on him filling the room along with moans and grunts that he’s definitely holding back on.

“You can be loud,” you assure him, “I like it.”

Dean answers with a breathy moan, one hand falling from your waist to clench in the sheets. “Keep doing that, baby,” he whispers, “keep going, it feels so good.”

You keep pumping, one hand sliding down to cup his balls. He stiffens when your nails graze lightly over the smooth flesh, a whine almost too high to be manly leaving his throat. You wait for his breathing to increase, his grunts and groans getting louder, and make your thumb and index finger into a tight ring that circles just below the shining crown of his dick. Opening your other palm, you rub quickly over the velvety flesh.

Dean lets out a choked “fuck!” and bucks his hips, panting wildly into the air. “I’m gonna cum,” he warns, “shit… keep doing that, baby, keep going—”

He cums in a steady stream of white that courses down over your hand and several jerky thrusts as he tries to fuck himself into your hand. You keep going even after the wet pulsing under your palm stops, giggling as you experiment with this newfound side of him.

He finally begs you to stop, pushing at your waist as you let him fall onto his stomach, half-hard and covered in his own mess. Sliding off of him, you reach for the towel and wipe your hands before cleaning him up as best you can. He lies there, panting hard with an arm over his eyes until you toss the towel into his hamper and lean over to give him a kiss.

“Goddamn,” he murmurs against your lips. “I’ve been around the block, but that was…”

“New?”

He nods and cups the back of your head. “Stay here tonight? I’ll pay you back in the morning.”

You hum against his lips. “Sounds fair… I need to wash my hands, though.”

Dean chuckles. “I bet the water in the tub is still warm. Wanna find out?”

You grin and let him pull you off the bed. “Lead the way.”

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The Savior’s Book Café in Another World: Chapter 3

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Chapter 3: An Encounter in a Different World

Translated by: sydney Proofread by: Necro

“Welcome.”

Relieved that my voice still works, I look at my first customer, book clutched to my chest.

A man, possibly a few years older than me, around the same decade.

With crisp features, he is good-looking in a way that could be called handsome.

He gives off a somewhat intimidating, but honest impression.

He is wearing the same Knights uniform that I saw in a book before, with a beautifully designed sword at his hip.

At the sound of my voice, he looks at me and his body stiffens for a moment.

His eyes seem wary.

After a moment, he speaks to me.

“I left my horse in the paddock outside but, is that alright?”

“Yes, there’s a barrier to prevent any theft, so please let it run around freely. Or if you don’t want to release it, you can tie it up in the stable at the edge of the paddock.”

“I’ll leave her as is then. The sign outside said this is a ‘book café’...?”

“Yes, you are free to read any of the books here. The books in this café are enchanted so that they won’t get dirty, so while it may not be very good manners, you can read while eating here,” I say, throwing a little joke in, and his stiff demeanor relaxes a little, a small smile breaking out onto his face.

His gaze moves to the bookshelves in the café, then to the book in my arms, his eyes widening.

As he opens his mouth again, his voice wavers a little.

“That book, wasn’t it already out of print...?”

“Yes, I desperately wanted to read it and I finally got it, so today’s the first day it’s in the café. Would you like to read it?”

“Yes, of course!”

As if that tense air had never existed, he smiles happily.

I react the same way upon finding a book I want to read, so I can understand how he feels.

“You can sit wherever you’d like, and because customers rarely come, feel free to read as much as you’d like,” I tell him, handing him the book in my hands.

Taking the book happily, he looked around the café, before moving to a seat in the corner.

The chair he chose was in front of the fire, so it was in one of the most relaxing areas.

There are seats divided by partitions as well, but those seats are a little farther from the bookshelves, so anyone who wants to devote their time to reading probably won’t choose those.

And I just realized, I forgot to put out a sign for the private room.

After I close up tonight, I’ll have to write up something so customers even know there’s a private room.

Making a mental note, I hand him a menu.

Since this is a café, I made certain to offer a variety of teas and coffees, and mainly added light meals to the menu.

There are also plenty of meals that are easy to eat while reading on there.

That said, since this café is open late into the night, I prepared a few types of heavier meals as well.

It’s evening already, so if he orders anything I wonder if he’ll just order something to drink before dinner, or if he’ll order a heavier meal as an early dinner.

Contrary to my thoughts, he hesitated over the menu before pointing to the page with lighter meals.

“I’ll have a sandwich with tea.”

“Of course, I’ll have it out shortly.”

Is this just a light dinner, or is he going to eat late but wants to eat something in the meantime?

Wait, this isn’t something I should be concerned with.

I’m curious about my first customer, but I quickly leave those thoughts behind and return to the kitchen space.

It’s rude to be nosy.

I readjust my ponytail from over my shoulder to behind my head and wash my hands.

I headed towards a pantry I made in a blind spot from the café interior, and summoned ingredients with my pendant.

This world has some foods that are the same as in the world I grew up in, along with some foods I’ve never heard of before, but I went through plenty of trial and error combining those ingredients to come up with a menu full of items I’m confident in.

It’d be perfectly fine for me to summon things directly from my pendant, but as someone who loves cooking, I want to make it myself.

I chose some ingredients from what the pendant had to offer, and summoned them with a smile.

What he had ordered was the lighter of two kinds of sandwiches.

If he had chosen the other one, it would have had meat and cooked vegetables and would definitely be more filling, but this one was significantly quicker to make.

Even so, I took my time making it.

Fresh tomatoes, a vegetable from this world similar to lettuce, and crunchy charred bacon.

It’s a sandwich made with vegetables I summoned the same way as the first ingredients.

Since it’s for a main course though, I added ham and cheese and grilled it.

It makes a light crunch as I cut it with my knife, and the cheese drips out of the edges of the sandwich.

Maybe I’ll have a sandwich for lunch tomorrow too, I think as I plate the completed sandwich.

I can even summon as many rare ingredients as I want, and I have plenty of time and love cooking.

Since I’m the only one who’s ever tasted any of them, everything here is made to my taste, but I think they’re all good dishes.

I hope my first customer likes the café and the food here.

Carrying the sandwich and a pot of tea, I made my way to him, where he seemed to be focusing intently on the book in front of him.

Remembering the times when I’m in the middle of reading, I hesitate to call out to him, but I have no choice.

“I’m sorry for the wait. You can have as much tea as you’d like, the teapot won’t run out of water.”

“O-oh, thanks.”

The pot is enchanted not to run out and is also enchanted to not cool off, no matter how long it sits.

I place the teapot and a small jar of tea leaves on the table along with a cup and the plated sandwich, and offer him a pocketwatch.

“This watch has an alarm on it. There’s no time limit so you can stay until closing if you’d like, but if you need to leave by a certain time, then please use this. That way it will only ring in your head.”

“I appreciate it. Thanks.”

“I’m running this café casually, so I’ll just be reading or working, but don’t mind me. You can read as many of the books in the café as you’d like.”

At first, I felt that it might not be good to be reading a book while other customers are here, but then I thought that if I were in their position, I’d be more uncomfortable if the staff were just standing around.

And since I don’t really have to profit off of this café, it wouldn’t really hurt if people stopped coming.

“I see, in that case I’ll read as much as I’d like.”

“Yes, if you need anything please ring the bell on your table. Oh, and for the series you’re reading, I just got the rest of them in today, so I have the next one as well.”

“Really?! I spent so long looking for them, but I’d given up. Thank you,” he says, looking truly happy, and I smile at him, telling him to take his time before stepping away.

I told him what I needed to, so I just didn’t want to disturb his reading time any longer than necessary.

I turn away as he picks up the sandwich and returns to the world of his book, and return to the counter myself.

Just as he took a bite of the sandwich, he made a surprised face, before smiling a bit and continuing to eat, so I hope he liked it.

I don’t really like working very hard, but having a customer come like this still makes me happy.

Listening to the sound of the pages of a book being turned, I returned my gaze to the book in my hand.

He ended up staying focused on his book until his alarm rang, but it looks like his alarm went off about halfway through the book.

He looks extraordinarily disappointed as he stands from his chair, not even trying to hide his reluctance to part with the book as he looks at it.

When he paid for his meal, he was very surprised at how cheap everything was, but because I can summon as many ingredients as I want for free, I only set the prices high enough to not be suspicious.

Of course, it would be strange if everything was free, so I just set the prices as low as I could.

Having paid, he looked at the book in his hands, before eventually noticing the stack of books next to the register, a look of astonishment appearing on his face.

He picks up the topmost book, his voice strained as he asks, “This one too, it was only supposed to have a limited number of copies.”

“Yeah, I happened to end up with it, so I thought I’d put it in the café.”

After staring at the book, he looks around the café, his gaze running over each of the bookcases, and his eyes brighten.

“I’m going to come back tomorrow. If I didn’t have to work tomorrow, I’d want to stay longer.”

He continues looking around the café eagerly, yet disappointedly.

There are several more books after the one he read today, and I’m sure if he had the time he would stay until closing.

Holding the partially-read book in hand, he opens his mouth apologetically.

“I’m in the middle of this one, but would it be possible for you to put it aside, so that no one else borrows it?”

“Yes, I can do that. This café is entirely a hobby for me, and I haven’t put any advertisements out, so even though it’s been some time since it opened, you’re my first and only customer. I think it’s unlikely that anyone else will come.”

“Is that so...? Well, it certainly is deep in the forest. Since I can leave my horse untethered, I’ll come again. And the book....”

“I’ll give you a bookmark for that. Please write your name on it and leave it in the book, and I’ll hold it at the counter until you come back.”

“Thank you. If that’s all, then I’ll be back tomorrow.”

“Yes, I’ll be waiting. Thank you very much.”

He leaves with a relaxed smile, and I don’t feel any of the tension from when he first arrived.

I wonder if it was stress, or if he was just tired.

Whenever I’m getting stressed, I want to read, so maybe he’s like me in that way.

The bookmark in his book has the name ‘Ill’ written on it.

“Ill-san, huh? I’m glad my first customer seems to be a good person.”

At first he seemed intimidating, but he turned out to be calm and charming.

He was polite too, so maybe he’s just the type of person who has an intimidating atmosphere.

Personally, he looked to be just my type.

I don’t know if he’ll actually come tomorrow, but for now I’ll start cleaning up and getting ready to close.

Maybe I’ll make a slightly nicer dinner as a celebration of my first customer.

Oh, before I forget, I need to put out a sign for that room.

Riding my beloved horse on the path back to the castle, my mind races with everything that’s happened today.

A smile broke out onto my face as I thought, I really found a nice place today.

As someone who’s been teased for being a bookworm, that book café was a gold mine.

The atmosphere was nice, and the food was delicious and just as I liked.

The owner of the café was calm and friendly, so I’m looking forward to returning after work tomorrow.

She said it’s been some time since that café opened, but I wish I’d found it sooner.

But as soon as I see the castle from a distance, that happy feeling withers away.

The castle where the king who rules this country lives, and the place I live as a member of the Knights.

The place where a young Savior girl who it is said will save the world arrived.

I let out a sigh, and am reminded of the sour morning I had because of her.

Early in the morning, just after sunup, I looked out the window from high in the tower of Osela Castle.

Below were the horse grounds.

Normally the Knights’ horses would be lazily running around there, but now there wasn’t a single horse in sight.

“You’ve gotta be kidding me. Just ‘cause the Savior got scared by a horse and fell, now we can’t even let them run around,” the man standing next to me spats.

The light reflected almost too brightly off of his short blond hair, which was the opposite color of mine.

“And after she was the one who came into the horse grounds unannounced. Is she trying to stress out the horses until the next monster subjugation?” I added.

I’m grateful that even if I would normally be reprimanded for complaining in my position, I don’t have to hold back in front of my trusted childhood friend.

Ever since the Savior came to this country several months ago, the castle has been uncomfortably tense.

Everyone watched how the Savior acted, and tried to go unnoticed so as to not get hurt.

But the incident with the horses was completely unprecedented.

“I’m working with the Princess to figure out the Savior’s whereabouts and find a time and place to let our horses out, so we’re managing for now, but are you okay? Are you sure it wouldn’t be better to leave your horse with me?”

“You wouldn’t be able to hide taking two horses out at once. Don’t worry, after I finish the work for the Knights, I’ll be going on a long ride.”

“But you’re always looking forward to spending some time reading once work’s over. It must be stressful for a bookworm like you.”

“I’m more concerned about my horse’s stress than mine. It’s not that bad.”

“You don’t have as much time to eat either, right? You’ll collapse before long.”

“I can manage that much. You too, don’t get so irritated that the Princess hates you. You finally got engaged, after all.”

“Yeah, I got it. It’d be nice if the Prince would pay attention to his surroundings like before. To think that despite being lectured by the King, Queen, and his older brother and younger sister, he’s still in a trance with the Savior. What a pain.”

The Savior who arrived at this castle was a beautiful young girl.

She is one of the Saviors said to sometimes descend upon this world from a different world.

It is said that any country who obtains a Savior who has learned the powerful magic called Great Magic would even be able to unite the world with that power.

I heard the several Saviors who descended upon this world are working to learn Great Magic.

Osela is a country with no interest in uniting the world, but everyone is still happy that there is a Savior in their country.

Not only will her existence alone suppress invasions by other countries, but the second Prince of this country has fallen in love for the first time, with the young Savior girl.

But it was only at first that everyone welcomed their relationship.

If she were to learn Great Magic, marry the Prince and rule the country with him, the peace in this country would be guaranteed.

However....

“The Savior, huh. If she would just learn one spell, even a basic one, it’d be different,” I noted.

“Apparently she hates studying. We may not have enough magic to use Great Magic, but now I know there really is no point in just having magic.”

No matter how much time passed, she never learned a single spell.

She’s refusing to learn even basic spells that young kids can manage so long as they have some knowledge of magic.

There’s no doubt that she has magic, an amount ours can’t even compare to.

Just as we sigh simultaneously, we hear bright laughter echoing from far away.

Looking towards the source of the sound, it’s the Savior clinging cheerfully onto the Prince.

Upon seeing her, my brows furrowed and I let out another heavy sigh.

My sigh comes at the same time as one next to me, and my friend’s gaze is locked on the Prince and the Savior as he opens his mouth irritatedly, “She’s so conceited, so what if she’s a Savior?”

“Don’t let anyone hear you saying that.”

“Everyone’s thinking it, they just won’t admit it. Since the Prince is head over heels for her, no one’s bringing it up, but even though it’s been near half a year since she got here, she’s just spending all her time hanging around the Prince and hasn’t learned a single spell. But on the other hand, it’d be bad if another country took her, so we can’t just throw her out either. And we can’t have her convincing the Prince to run away with her to another country either. Just thinking about it irritates me. I don’t know what I’d do without you, Ill. If I didn’t have anyone to complain to, I’d go insane.”

“I feel the same, Beork. I hope we can find a way to solve this all.... Ah, it’s about time to get back to work.”

“Today we start the real work. Not only are we unable to rely on the Savior, but we have to reinforce our patrols, too. I’ll leave that to you, right, Knight Captain Soeil?”

“Stop with that ridiculous formality, Beork. You’re the Vice Knight Captain after all.”

I pat Beork, who called me not by the usual nickname “Ill” but by my full name “Soeil,” on the back before heading towards the Knights’ main office.

Both in battle and in life, I’m always being saved by my friend.

“Yeah, yeah, the two brats from the countryside are now the Knight Captain and Vice Knight Captain. After everyone in the village was so happy, we’d be ostracized if we came back saying we quit the Knights because of a little girl. We can’t do anything about it, so we’ll just focus on what we can do.”

“Yeah. It’d be nice if this tense atmosphere would clear up soon.”

After another day of work ends, I get on my horse, suppressing my desire to read a book.

My horse cuts through the cold air, and I let out a sigh once we’re some distance away from the castle.

If happiness escaped with a sigh, I would have run out long ago.

“How did it come to this?”

The words I whispered from atop my horse are drowned out by the wind, not reaching a single person.

It used to be a peaceful country.

The royal family was overflowing with consideration for their people, and due to the efforts of the skilled Knights, there was very little harm done by monsters.

Just the other day, my childhood friend Beork was won over by the Princess, and they got engaged.

Beork, who had gone through girlfriend after girlfriend without interruption, is now completely captivated by the Princess.

I had told him with a laugh that I would have never expected that from the old him, and he told me now it’s my turn to find someone, and we’d joked around for a while.

It’s almost like those peaceful times never happened.

Even the Savior refusing to learn magic was tolerable at first.

Saviors are said to come from another world, so that means this young girl was suddenly taken away from her parents to live in a world completely unlike what she’s used to.

She must be missing her home, everyone thought, deciding at first to just watch over her.

More so, it was for the sake of the second Prince, who hasn’t had any romantic relationships despite his age.

But no matter how much time passed, she never learned any spells.

She would avoid it by saying she doesn’t like studying, crying like a child as she refused.

And then she started to use the fact that she’s a Savior to work towards her own selfishness, sneering at those of us who couldn’t leave.

She rejected the maids, and whined to the Prince that one of the maids had been mean to her.

The maid, who had worked here for many years and was overflowing with loyalty, had only given her a brief word of advice about her table manners.

We lied to her that the maid was fired, and instead switched the maid to exclusive work deep in the castle where the girl couldn’t enter.

She complained to the Prince that his retainer had bullied her.

All she had done was refuse to hand over her precious necklace that the girl said she wanted.

We gave the girl an identical copy, and had the Prince’s retainer switch to a different job.

She came into the horse grounds unannounced, scared the horses, and got hurt.

She had the horse grounds closed because she was scared, and ordered that no horse ever be brought in front of her.

The Prince stayed head over heels for her.

Something seems strange, the Prince wasn’t like this before, and the King used to be stricter in dealing with these sorts of things too.

At the very least, they weren’t the type of people to spoil her this much.

The King and the Queen are both objecting to the Prince, but there hasn’t been any apparent effect.

I want to complain to her, or better yet have her removed from the castle, but I won’t be forgiven if I say something like that.

I can’t relax in the castle with the tense atmosphere around me and all of this to think about.

If the Savior just learned Great Magic, it’d be peaceful again.

But is there any worth in a Savior who doesn’t have any intention of learning magic?

I’ve been wondering that to myself recently.

Ahh, I want to read.

The time I used to have set aside for reading has now been dedicated to taking my horse out for a long ride since the horse grounds have been closed.

She’s my beloved horse, my hobbies can’t compare to her wellbeing.

But even so, being surrounded by this tension and unable to even pick up a book is undeniably wearing on me.

My horse can probably tell, the way she looks up at me somewhat apologetically, making me feel even more cornered.

I gently pet her neck.

“Sorry, let’s take a bit of a different route today.”

I decided to go in a slightly different direction to get my mind off of things, and directed her into the forest where the snow was piling up.

And in the middle of the forest, I saw that café.

“...a café? This deep in the forest?”

I dismount from my horse and look up at the two-story building.

This place was deep in the forest, still within Osela’s territory but a distance from the town.

Not only was this place unsuitable for opening a café, it was unlikely that there would be any customers at all out here.

Even as someone who should be familiar with what’s in the country I work in, I’ve never heard of this place before.

A sign that said ‘Open’ hung on the front door, and the building had a subdued appearance.

A small sign in front of the building said ‘Book Café.’

“Book café? Is that a café that has books?”

I’ve never heard of this café, I wonder if the owner likes books.

If there are books inside, then maybe I can read for the first time in awhile.

As the thought crossed my mind, my horse tugged at her reins, pulling me towards something.

“What is it?”

Following her gaze, I see a space surrounded by a fence.

She seemed to be pulling me towards it, so I let her lead me and take a look, seeing a paddock big enough to leave her untethered, along with a small stable.

At the edge of the paddock grew plenty of grass that horses like, and there seemed to be a magic barrier to prevent the cold from getting in.

Next to the gate, there was a sign written in the same handwriting as the ‘Book Café’ sign out front, saying, ‘Please let the horses run around, and you can use the stable as well.’

My horse looked at the grass, her eyes sparkling, and I realize it’s about time for dinner for myself as well. I don’t have much of an appetite, but it’d still be best to eat something.

Deciding I’ll go into the café, I open the gate to the paddock.

The warm air soaks into my body, cold from the snowy road.

“This place has heating too? The café owner must have a lot of magic and magic control.”

It seems like there aren’t any other customers, and worst comes to worst I can come back and tether her later.

As soon as I let go of the reins, she immediately runs over to the grass and begins to eat it happily.

Once she eats, she’ll probably run around as much as she wants.

This would be quite a big paddock for personal use.

Because of the Savior, we haven’t been able to let the horses run around as they’d like recently, so I’m very grateful for this.

Leaving the paddock, I’m exposed to the cold air again as I walk to the entrance to the café.

As I gently push the door to the café open, warm air surrounds my body, and I hear the sound of a crackling fire and quiet music.

What surprises me is the number of bookcases.

I’d hoped there would be as many books as anyone with a hobby of reading would have, but this café is filled with impressive wooden bookcases lined up, packed with books.

“Welcome.”

I look in the direction of the composed voice to see a woman, probably a little younger than me, with a calm air about her, a book in her arms as she looks back at me.

Because I’ve had so many unpleasant encounters with the young Savior girl, just seeing a woman younger than me reminds me of her, putting me off a little.

But this woman’s calm demeanor makes that vanish in an instant.

To be honest, I had actually imagined the owner of this café would be a man, so that feeling was unexpected.

There’s no sign that anyone else is in the café, so this woman must be the owner.

I tell her that I’d left my horse in the paddock outside, and she says there’s a magic barrier on it to prevent any theft.

I’m very grateful, but that’s supposed to be considerably advanced magic.

The castle’s stable has a similar barrier, but when it was put up, everyone who had helped had drained their magic and was completely exhausted.

If that’s what happens when multiple people are involved, did this woman really do it all by herself?

Such a trivial problem is immediately forgotten when she tells me I can read any of the books in the café.

On the bookshelves are numerous books I’ve wanted to read but have never been able to get, and my depressed feelings instantly brighten up.

That one too, I’ve never read it before.

Next to that one is another book I’ve seen before and been curious about.

What’s more, the book she’s holding is the one I want to read most right now, a book I’d done everything I could to find.

The book I’d given up on, after it went out of print and there was no sign I’d be able to get it, is right in front of my eyes.

She hands me the book with a bright smile, and I thank her, looking around the café to see that there seems to be no one here except me.

She had told me I could sit anywhere, so I choose the most comfortable-looking chair.

The chair is comfortable, and good for reading.

I have to eat dinner, but I also want to read.

Honestly there’s been so much going on lately that I haven’t been feeling like eating much at all, so I decide eating something light will be enough.

I asked for a sandwich that I’ll be able to eat with one hand while reading, and a cup of tea, and immediately opened my book.

After reading for a short while, I hear her telling me my food is ready in an apologetic voice.

It’s obvious that she’d need to interrupt me since she’s bringing me what I ordered, but she seems apologetic about disturbing me.

It felt...very kind, and made me feel a bit better.

She hands me an enchanted pocketwatch, and I quickly calculate what time I need to return to the castle by.

Realizing there’s no doubt that I won’t finish this book tonight gives me a bit of a shock, but I decide to focus on reading as much as I can while I’m here.

She tells me to take my time, and I thank her, watching for a moment as she turns away.

She picks up a book on the counter and sits down to read.

I notice that the book she’s reading is another one that I like, and my mood rises again.

Having the clerk here reading as well makes me feel better about not paying much attention to what’s around me, and I’m grateful.

Not worrying about my surroundings, I’d be able to stay here for quite a long time.

Dropping my gaze back to my book, I take a bite of my sandwich, and it tastes so good that I can’t believe there isn’t anyone else here.

Unconsciously, the hand on my book stops moving as I taste the sandwich.

The vegetables and bread are delicious, I’ve never had a sandwich this good before.

Maybe it tastes even better because I haven’t had much appetite recently and have therefore just been making do in regards to meals.

The sandwich has a gentle flavor, one that seems to make all of my worries disappear.

I forgot how good food could taste, I think with a wry smile.

As soon as I take the first bite, my hand doesn’t stop moving, and despite thinking I didn’t have any appetite, the next thing I knew my plate was empty.

I’m left feeling somewhat unsatisfied, but now is my chance to do some reading for the first time in awhile.

Not only that, but I have a book I’ve always wanted in front of me, and now all I want to do is read.

Next time I come, I’ll try ordering something different, I decide, looking back down at the book in my hands.

She said that I could have as much tea as I wanted too, so the service here is very good.

Sitting in a comfortable chair near a warm fire and listening to quiet music while reading a book I like.

It’s an incredibly calm and luxurious time.

And as I read, the time passed in the blink of an eye.

It took me a moment to realize the gentle music echoing in my head was the alarm, and I became incredibly disappointed upon realizing time was already up.

But I ask for her to put my book aside at the counter, and leave the café in high spirits.

Outside, I see my beloved horse looking very refreshed.

I’m glad I changed routes today.

Mounting my horse, I turn away from the café.

Apparently I’m the first and, as of right now, only customer.

Sorry to the café, but it’s nice being the only one there, I think.

The food was delicious, and the prices were extremely cheap.

It seems she really is running this café as a side hobby like she said, since she probably won’t make any profit like that.

The atmosphere was just as I prefer, and there are still many more books I want to read there.

My horse glances over at the grass in the paddock longingly, and I stroke her back with a smile.

It seems she also really likes this café, and I’ve finally got an appetite for the first time in awhile.

“Let’s come back tomorrow. With those prices, it’s cheaper than cooking for myself. If I could, I’d come every day.”

She neighs happily, and I lead her back towards the castle.

I hope nothing’s happened with the Savior, I think, feeling my heart drop.

I let out a sigh, suddenly missing the café I’ve only just left.

If only the Savior was like that gently smiling café owner.

Deciding that I’m absolutely coming back tomorrow, I headed back towards the castle with a heavy heart.

Translation Notes:

Ill’s horse: in the Japanese (throughout both the manga and light novel) the gender of Ill’s horse isn’t specified, but because I didn’t want to use “it,” I decided to pick a gender and use “she.” If there comes a day where the gender is specified, I’ll make a note of that, but for now that is very much not the case (and I honestly don’t think that day will ever come)

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suckmysupernatural · 4 years

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I Got You - Chapter 3

Word Count: ~1700

Pairing: Professor!Dean x Reader

Warnings: implied smut, language

Summary: Y/N is used to dealing with her drunk boyfriend, Brandon. That is, until returning to college after a five year sabbatical. Y/N decides to take a fun history class and she ends up meeting Dean, or rather Professor Dean.

A/N: Chapter 3 Babes! Chapter 4 is going to be released in a few HOURS! Keep an eye out or turn on notifications :)

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Three Weeks Later

Yesterday you had taken the final for your Mythologies and Monsters class, getting 94%. It turns out you can study quite well when avoiding the thoughts of your professor. You and Dean hadn’t spoken since that day he pulled you aside after class, but it was always on your mind.

The semester was finally over and you happily welcomed the break. It had been tough getting back into the swing of college, but you managed to get a GPA of 3.7 for the semester. You were proud of yourself. Five years ago, you never would have thought you’d be back and getting your degree. You had done what everyone thought was impossible.

Sitting in your apartment, you were deep into a romance novel. You loved to read growing up, the books you read as a kid inspiring you to become a Creative Writing major. Books had always been there. Over the past five years, not being able to go to school or work, you had found solace in each page.

You were just getting to the scene in every classic romance novel, where the couple decides to be happy together. Captivated, you almost missed the knock on your front door. Almost. Putting a bookmark in, you set the book aside and walked to the entryway.

Your heart felt like it was going to beat out of your chest as you approached the front door. You had a feeling you knew who it was, glancing through the peephole to confirm your suspicion.

Seeing Dean standing outside your door, it felt like you were in a romance novel yourself. You had to remind yourself that you weren’t. You were with Brandon. Dean was a… well, you weren’t sure what he was to you just yet. Taking a deep breath, you opened the door.

“I would say I’m surprised, but…” you step back, motioning for him to come inside.

“So, boyfriend still around?” Dean asks, obviously hoping for a specific answer. You simply nod, not wanting to get into that conversation right away. Both you and Dean went to sit at the kitchen table. “I missed talking to you at the coffee cart.”

“Yeah. I’m sorry for what I said… before. You were my friend,” you say, looking into Dean’s eyes. He gave you a small smile.

“You were right, though. I was your professor, and it wouldn’t have been right if we were friends then. But now, since I am not giving you a grade, I’m hoping that we can start this friendship over. If you’ll have me,” Dean shrugged, passing the ball into your court.

“Yeah, of course, I want to be your -” you were cut off by another knock on the door. You sighed, getting up while giving an apologetic look to your guest. Looking through the peephole, you let out a small groan. Of course, during this conversation would be when Brandon showed up, wasted yet again. Opening the door, he stumbled forward, falling into your arms.

“Ugh, Jesus Brandon,” you huff, adjusting so you wouldn’t fall under his weight. Dean had gotten up, moving towards you. “Dean, it’s fine, I got him. Mind shutting the door?” Dean nodded, following your instructions. It was apparent he was biting his tongue, not wanting to upset you again.

“De - Dean?” Brandon slurred.

“Yes. This is Dean, he’s my friend,” you glanced over to Dean, seeing him smirk to himself, “he helped you up here one night. You passed out in the lobby.”

“Mhm… yeah sure,” Brandon said as you dropped him onto the couch, “ just watch out Deeeannn. She seems fun and sexy but is really just a tease.” He laughed to himself as you glared at him.

“You’re right. I don’t put out for drunken assholes,” you say, matter-of-factly.

“It’s too bad really; you see, she is magic with her -” Brandon is cut off by your hand covering his mouth.

“Shut up,” you hiss before removing your hand. He rolls his eyes before lying down on the couch, starting to doze off. You walk back to Dean, who stood in the kitchen, eyebrows raised. In disbelief that you could be with someone like him. “Before you ask why I’m still with him… it’s a long story.” Dean simply nodded while you grabbed a paper and pen from the kitchen counter.

“Here, this is my number. Text me or call or whatever. We can meet up for coffee and finish our chat,” you say, ripping off a piece of paper and quickly scribbling down your phone number.

“Maybe I’ll get the chance to hear that long story?” Dean smirked.

“Depends, if you’re lucky,” you let out a small laugh. You walked Dean to the front door, giving a short wave as he left. Closing the door, your thoughts of Dean were quickly interrupted by the drunken snoring coming from the family room. You rolled your eyes, ignoring Brandon on the couch, deciding to go to bed yourself.

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The next day you woke up to a text from Dean:

Hey, it’s Dean. Wanna get coffee? Today, tomorrow, whenever really :)

You smiled, shaking your head at the message. It didn’t take long for a pit to grow in your stomach. Was this emotional cheating? You hadn’t smiled at a text from Brandon in who knows how long. All you wanted was to send a flirty message back but decided against it.

Sure. Tomorrow? 11?

It didn’t take long to get a response.

Yep! Sounds great. Meet in the lobby.

You rolled out of bed. Putting your phone down, you went to the bathroom to take a shower. Unfortunately, the warm water couldn’t even soothe your tension. You couldn’t stop thinking of Dean. The guy who got you coffee, the guy who waited so long to be your friend. And damn, was his smile sexy. But you were with Brandon. Not like that relationship was totally failing before your eyes or anything.

Leaving the bathroom, you were met with the familiar scent of bacon. You did quick work of getting dressed before making your way to the kitchen, following the intoxicating aroma. Your jaw almost dropped to the floor. There was Brandon, sitting at the table with a plate of bacon and pancakes in front of him, and another right next to him.

“Hey... I made breakfast,” Brandon said, looking at you as you walked in.

“You… made breakfast,” you repeated with your eyebrows raised. It had probably been a year since he had cooked you anything.

“Yeah. I wanted to say that I’m sorry. I’ve been a dick recently. I want you to know that I know that. And I’m going to try and do better,” Brandon said apologetically, his voice laced with shame. You hated to admit it, but you were hopeful. You had waited through all of his bullshit, wanting him to realize he had fucked up. And now, here he was.

“One breakfast isn’t going to fix everything. You know that, right?” You tell him, arms crossing in front of you.

“Yes, yes. I know. I plan to make you breakfast tomorrow as well,” Brandon joked with a smile. You couldn’t help but chuckle. “... but truly, Y/N. I know. I promise I’ll do better.”

You nodded, sitting down to breakfast with your boyfriend. It felt like you were with the Brandon you fell for, the one you moved in with. Not the drunken idiot who had taken over. All morning the two of you talked. He asked you how your first semester went, letting you rant on and on. He barely said a word about himself, putting all the attention on you. It made you feel special for the first time in a very long time.

Once breakfast was over, you two went over to the couch. You binge-watched your favorite movies, quoting the lines. Brandon even made popcorn, attempting to throw pieces into your mouth. The two of you laughed, which hadn’t happened in so long. Sure, you two still had work to do before you could trust that he was new and improved, but this was an excellent start. Maybe this was just a phase of his, a quarter-life crisis or something. By the end of the night, you watched a rom-com, his arm around you as you leaned into his chest.

“Thank you for giving me another chance,” Brandon whispered into your hair.

“I missed this. I missed you,” your voice wavering as you looked up at him. Looking into his eyes, you could see the guilt floating in them. He brought his hand up, cupping your cheek. The two of you stayed like that for a while, looking into each other’s eyes.

“Can I kiss you?” Brandon asked like he had when you first started dating. You gave him a small smile, nodding. Leaning down, his lips met yours softly. It wasn’t lustful or sloppy like kisses you had shared in the last few months. It was an apology all on its own.

You scooted up, wrapping a hand around the back of his neck, deepening the kiss. He followed your lead, one arm wrapping around your waist while his other hand ran through your hair. The two of you continued to kiss for a few minutes, holding each other. It didn’t take long for you both to become more heated and passionate.

Standing up together, barely separating, you began to make your way to the bedroom. Brandon guided you as you stepped backward. Moving your hands to the hem of his shirt, you pulled it up and over his head, letting it drop onto the floor of your family room. He mimicked your motion, your shirt following close behind. Before you knew it, the two of you had left a trail of clothing throughout your apartment. Lifting you so your legs could wrap around his waist, he kissed you passionately, laying you onto the bed.

That night you fell asleep wrapped in Brandon’s arms, your bare skin warm against his. You weren’t in bed alone like you were used to, with your boyfriend passed out on the couch. You were peaceful, content. Drifting off to sleep, you hoped that this was a new beginning.

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rainandhotchocolate · 4 years

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Blackout - Part 8

A/N ha I’m not even going to try and say something about consistent posting. I am tired but I am sorry :( pls forgive, I hope this chapter makes up for the time it took to write xx enjoy

Part 8

Sirius’s head pounded painfully as he turned over on the couch, nearly falling off. The other three boys were lying in different states of disarray across the room. James was lying on his stomach, hair splayed around his head like a halo. Remus was curled into a ball around a couch pillow and Peter had fallen across the armchair, head lolling to one side.

Sirius groaned as he sat upright, a wave of nausea hitting him painfully. He took three steadying breaths and tried again, pushing himself up with his forearms and stumbled into the kitchen, beginning to rummage through his pantry for a bottle of anti-nausea potion he’d been saving for just this moment. His balance swayed and he felt himself sliding sideways as he quickly grabbed the bottle and the edge of the cabinet swung back into the side of his head.

“FUCK,” He swore loudly, leaning against the countertop and closing his eyes as the pounding in his head became worse. Sucking in a breath he took a swig from the potion. It took affect almost immediately, his entire body relaxing.

“What the fuck is going on?” Remus’s sleepy, angry voice came from the living room.

“Nothing.” Sirius brought the potion back into the living room and handed it to Remus who drank deeply and placed it beside James’s head. He snored loudly and nearly hit the bottle over.

“How are you feeling?” Remus sat up, leaning against the fireplace.

“Oh, real peachy,” Sirius snorted, sitting back down on the couch. “It’s all a bit of a blur.”

“Mmm,” Remus hummed, looking down at his dirty fingernails.

“What?” Sirius narrowed his eyes.

“You really don’t remember anything?”

“No… why, what did I do?”

Remus grimaced, running a hand through his hair.

“You made some calls.”

“Oh please, be more vague.”

Remus rolled his eyes and took in a deep breath.

“You made some calls to Lily… and Y/N.”

“Oh.”

“Yeah.”

“Do I want to know what I said?”

“Something along the lines of professing your undying love for Y/N whilst your face was in her fireplace.”

Sirius closed his eyes and placed a hand over his forehead.

“Fuck.”

There was a loud banging on Lily’s front door and she grumbled loudly as she stumbled down the stairs and opened the door.

‘What?” Lily huffed, raising an eyebrow at the four rugged boys looking staring at her from the front steps.

“Is Y/N here?” James asked, rubbing his eyes as if he couldn’t see her properly. Which was likely due to the lack of glasses.

“No, you realise it’s 11am on a Tuesday, right?”

“Ahh, work.” Remus nodded sagely. He leaned slowly against the doorframe.

“Would you like to come in?”

There was a chorus of “Yes please.”

The boys traipsed inside, heading straight for the kitchen where James began pulling out the eggs and bacon and passing them to Sirius who pulled out the pots and pans. Peter slumped on the table.

“Sleep well?” Remus gave Lily a kiss on the cheek and a very sleepy smile.

“I did, I’ve been sleeping in so much lately you guys actually woke me up.”

“Merlin, I expected to be interrupting your day off, sorry we woke you.”

“I really should be up and about anyway,” Lily waved him off and joined the boys in the kitchen. “So do any of you want to explain last night?”

She smiled around the kitchen as the boys avoided her gaze.

“No? So you all just let Sirius get so destroyed he decided to call me?”

“In all fairness it was Y/N he was trying to reach.”

“Not helping Peter,” Sirius groaned. “I wanted to come over and apologise. I feel awful.”

“I’d say that’s the hangover,” James snorted, narrowly avoiding a slap on the back from Sirius.

“They were welcoming me back into town.” Remus chimed in, “Though I mean, classic Sirius to make it all about him.”

Remus winked and Sirius groaned louder.

“I actually hate all of you.”

“Breakfast is served!”

James placed two plates of eggs, bacon, spinach and tomatoes on the table and began handing out plates for the rest of them to start eating. Once they had finished, Lily squeezed Sirius’s arm and nodded towards the living room where he followed her.

“Are you ok?”

“I really don’t need the first degree right now, Lily.” Sirius rolled his eyes and lay on the couch.

“I’m honestly asking.” Lily gave him a look that always made Sirius uncomfortable. It was the one she gave him when he was burning his parent’s letters in the Gryffindor fireplace.

Sirius huffed and stared up at the ceiling. It was a pale blue colour. Sirius wondered for a moment why they had bothered painting it.

“I know you might not want to talk about it, but you don’t need to apologise to her.”

“I don’t?” Sirius still stared up at the ceiling but felt himself zoning back into Lily’s voice.

“She’s not a complete idiot, it’s not like she didn’t know you were still in love with her.”

“Definitely helping, Lils.”

“I mean that she wasn’t more freaked out by it. But you do need to bloody talk to her.”

“What do you thi-!” Sirius sat up to face her, narrowing his eyes.

“You’re not talking to her, you’re trying to bring back your old version of Y/N. You need to just talk to her, like a friend.”

Sirius looked at her momentarily. Like a friend. As if they were ever friends.

“She just needs people to trust right now, ok?”

“Ok.”

Y/N arrived home around 7, finding James and Sirius lying on the floor of the living room and listening to a new muggle record, and Lily reading in the next room eating a large bowl of cereal.

“Welcome back,” Lily smiled up at her, placing a bookmark into the book and putting it on the table. “How was work?”

“Ok, I think. It’s weird getting my head around things I sort of know but sort of don’t. And I’m not really sure what they expect from me.”

“I’m sure they expect that you don’t know everything right after being in hospital,” Lily laughed, “Cereal?”

“Sure.” Y/N raised an eyebrow but joined her at the dining table all the same. “What are the boys listening to?”

“New joy division album, I picked it up this afternoon. Not too bad.”

Y/N just nodded her head, leaning back into the chair and watching through the doorway. Lily handed her a bowl of cereal and a spoon, returning to her book. The boys were humming along now, clearly having already listened to the record at least once over. Sirius’s face was soft and calm, hair surrounding his head in a halo of black curls. Y/N could see the glint of a gold earring in his right ear and felt up to where she had her own rounded gold earrings on.

“I think I’m going to head up to bed.” Y/N lifted up the bowl of cereal and turned to Lily.

“You sure?”

“Yeah, I’m pretty tired, I’ll see you tomorrow.”

Y/N took her bag and bowl upstairs and closed the door so she couldn’t hear the music anymore, just the soft wind blowing from outside the window in the guest room. She lay back on the bed, digging into the bowl of Rice Krispies Lily had given her and munching down as she stared at the wall in front of her. Lily had decorated their guest room with wallpaper that moved around as she watched it, the stars slowly moving around the room and circling the large full moon on the roof.

Y/N found herself drifting in and out of sleep, consistently waking up with a jolt and sitting up in the now pitch black room. Around what she thought must be 2 or 3am she decided to finally get up and stretch her legs. The house was quiet, calming. Y/N made her way down the stairs and into the living room where the large back doors looked out into the yard and the clear night sky. She pulled open the back door and sucked in a breath of fresh air, stepping out into the garden.

“Hello?” A voice called from around the side of the house and Y/N jumped, creeping forward to look around to the garden chairs James had set out over the summer. Sirius was leaning forward, similarly caught off guard by Y/N’s appearance.

“Oh, sorry I didn’t realise… I can go.” Y/N smiled awkwardly at him but he shook his head.

“No, it’s ok. I mean if you don’t mind me being here.”

“No, of course not.”

A silence fell over them. Sirius moved over to give some room for Y/N to sit and she joined him, leaning back and looking up at the stars. They said nothing to each other for a few moments, just the noise of the cool breeze and Sirius’s breathing breaking the silence.

Y/N could feel Sirius glancing at him every few moments and so she turned to him.

“Yes?”

“Sorry,” Sirius laughed, “I wasn’t sure whether or not I should offer you a cigarette.”

“Oh.” Y/N didn’t expect that. “Do I smoke?”

“No, I mean you smoked other things, but not cigarettes.” Sirius laughed, “But you sometimes liked one when you were stressed.”

“Right.” Y/N tried to remember the taste or smell, but all she could remember was watching Peter try one day at Hogwarts and coughing so much he began to gag.

“I’ll take that as a no, do you mind if I have one?”

“Go for it.” Y/N nodded her head towards him and he pulled out a packet and a lighter. He lit it and sucked in a breath, breathing out a spool of smoke into the air.

“How are you feeling after last night?” Y/N asked after a moment.

“Oh please, not you too.” Sirius placed his head in his hands, but Y/N laughed.

“I was very flattered, I promise.”

“I highly doubt that.”

“Ok maybe a little embarrassed.”

“That’s more likely,” Sirius sat up and looked at her. Y/N was smiling at him. He felt his heart jump.

“Do you feel ok though? I am surprised you’re not more ill.”

“Peter has a knack for potions, he was feeding us anti-nausea all day.”

“Ahh, of course.” Y/N remembered Peter was found brewing a Polyjuice potion in his fourth year. A great potioneer, but not so great at hiding.

“So how was your first few days at work?” Sirius took another breath in from his cigarette, looking back towards the garden.

“Eh, ok. I don’t know, it all feels a bit weird, you know?” Y/N wasn’t sure he understood but he nodded sagely all the same.

“I think you just need to get back into the routine of it. You’ll figure out where you stand soon.”

“You think so?”

“I know so.” Sirius grinned, “I basically have a map to your future.”

“Oh really?” Y/N raised an eyebrow and felt herself relaxing into the chair, lifting a leg up and under herself.

“I can’t tell my secrets.” Sirius shook his head and pretended to lock his lips.

“You’re useless,” Y/N snorted, rolling her eyes at him.

They sat there talking for the next little while until Y/N began leaning more heavily against the chair and Sirius could see her eyes fluttering shut every few seconds.

“Come on, let’s get you to bed.” Sirius put out his second cigarette and hooked an arm under her waist to lift her off the chair.

“Ok,” She mumbled, her head lolling slightly as she stumbled beside him, leaning into his arm, head against his chest. He brought her up to the guest room and into her bed, pulling the covers over her shoulders. She grabbed his arm as he turned to leave.

“Thanks.”

“For what?”

“I’m not sure yet.”

“Ok Y/N,” Sirius chuckled softly, “Good night.”

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When was the last time you used lip balm? Was it flavoured/tinted? I don’t remember the last time I used it, but it was definitely scented of some kind because that is the only kind I use. Probably strawberry, if I’m being honest.

Tell me something about the last dream you recall having. I don’t remember details at this point, just that it was not very pleasant. Since I’m pregnant... I have nightmares often. Although I suppose it was not too uncommon when I was not pregnant either. They just tend to be worse now.

When was the last time you ate some toast? What did you put on it? It’s been a few week, and I believe I put grape jelly because I couldn’t stand the thought of butter or peanut butter. But I also didn’t want plain toast.

What colour was the last soap you used? What scent does it have? It’s kind of a cream color and is a floral scent.

When was the last time you ate a sandwich? What was the filling? I had a bacon, egg, and cheese biscuit today around 11 AM, if that counts? It is exactly as it sounds.

What colour was the last mug you drank from? What did you have to drink? It was hot chocolate from my yellow Hufflepuff mug when it was still really cold outside.

Who was the last person to joke with/tease you? Do they do this often? Jacob, and yes. He is not always nice about it though. Lately he hasn’t been too bad. But that’s also probably because I’m pregnant and hormonal and he doesn’t want to deal with all that.

What was the last kind of hair accessory you wore? What colour was it? A black hair tie. I was really hot and was curious if I could use them yet or not.

When was the last time you ate a piece of cake? What kind? I honestly don’t remember when I last had cake. Probably Wyatt’s birthday party last month. It was a vanilla cupcake with whipped icing.

Who did you last say ‘I love you’ to? How long have you known them? Jacob. I have known him since 8th grade. We have been together since 2008.

When was the last time you ate some pasta? What kind? My mom made homemade chicken and noodles for lunch/early dinner and it was delicious! Plus we had vegetables and mashed potatoes. And I haven’t been nauseous since eating it so I’m going to say that is a win!

What was the last thing you complained about? To whom? Jacob playing games when he was supposed to be eating so he could take the littles out while I worked on my homework assignment that was due today.

What was the last show you watched an episode of? Have you seen it before? Probably Criminal Minds.

When was the last time you were in pain? Did you take a painkiller? Last night after sitting on bleachers for hours while waiting for, and then watching, the races for night of destruction. Jacob races so we have to go to basically every night of destruction. It was super uncomfortable this time, even though I am only 11 weeks and 4 days pregnant. I can only imagine how much worse the others will be.

What was the last song you heard that reminded you of a certain time in your life? I get to be the one by JJ Heller. I’m not religious, and normally don’t engage Christian music anymore, but that song is all about parenting and pregnancy and I do adore it.

When was the last time you got some new headphones/earbuds? What colour? I got black wireless earbuds for Christmas and they are wonderful!

When was the last time you used a bookmark? What did it look like? It’s been a long time. Usually I just try to remember about where I left off or a page number.

Do you own a compact mirror? When was the last time you used it? I do not.

Which did you use on your hair last - a brush or comb? What colour was it? I use my gray and green brush.

The last time you left the room, what did you go to do? See if Jacob was done eating so he could take the littles out to play.

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all the ones you haven't answered yet? i'm sorry you're sad💙

thank you, that's very sweet. i hope you're doing alright 💛

1. when you have cereal, do you have more milk than cereal or more cereal than milk? - more milk. i always end up putting too much.

2. do you like the feeling of cold air on your cheeks on a wintery day? - yes

3. what random objects do you use to bookmark your books? - library receipts, post-its, junk mail, pencils

5. are you self-conscious of your smile? - i think it’s one of the few things i’m not self-conscious about, actually. i like my smile.

8. what artistic medium do you use to express your feelings? - writing, often poetry but sometimes prose. i like creating playlists, too, and singing.

9. do you like singing/humming to yourself? - yeah, i sing to myself all the time. whatever song i have stuck in my head at the moment.

10. do you sleep on your back, side, or stomach? - side, but very occasionally my stomach.

12. what’s your favorite planet? - jupiter

14. if you were to live with your best friend in an old flat in a big city, what would it look like? - lots of pillows and blankets of all types. succulents and cacti on the windowsills. wooden utensils and dark cabinets in the kitchen. a breakfast bar with stools that don’t match. rugs with funky patterns. a big, soft couch in a bright color that you can sink into. a small balcony with fold-out chairs. rows of mugs and barely any plates. the bathroom crowded with makeup and skin products, writing on the mirror in blue marker. beds never made. a guitar in the corner of the sitting room.

15. go google a weird space fact and tell us what it is! - there are more trees on earth than stars in the milky way

16. what’s your favorite pasta dish? - angel hair pasta with puttanesca sauce

18. tell us about something dumb/funny you did that has since gone down in history between you and your friends and is always brought up. - i can’t think of anything...

19. do you keep a journal? what do you write/draw/ in it? - everything. sometimes it’s big things, sometimes small. my fears and what i’m in love with. regrets. shame. hope.

20. what’s your favorite eye color? - grey

21. talk about your favorite bag, the one that’s been to hell and back with you and that you love to pieces. - idk if it’s really my favorite, but my current backpack took me all through college and it’s good for storing stuff or using as an overnight bag. it’s from timberland and is a nice earthy brown with a flap over the top. lots of pockets.

22. are you a morning person? - i can be

23. what’s your favorite thing to do on lazy days where you have 0 obligations? - make breakfast and tea. read or watch a movie that makes me rethink everything

25. what’s the weirdest place you’ve ever broken into? - a school, i think?

26. what are the shoes you’ve had for forever and wear with every single outfit? - i haven’t had them forever, but i wear my doc martens with everything. i used to wear plain white keds with everything.

27. what’s your favorite bubblegum flavor? - winter green

28. sunrise or sunset? - sunrise

30. think of it: have you ever been truly scared? - yes

31. what is your opinion of socks? do you like wearing weird socks? do you sleep with socks? do you confine yourself to white sock hell? really, just talk about socks. - i like soft, fluffy socks and ones with fun patterns. i love hiking socks. i don’t wear them to sleep tho.

32. tell us a story of something that happened to you after 3AM when you were with friends. - i went to a waffle house at 5am with a friend and some friends of hers i’d just met on her birthday. we were all really drunk, the food took forever, and it tasted awful, but we were happy and laughing.

33. what’s your fave pastry? - probably a cinnamon roll

35. do you like stationary and pretty pens and so on? do you use them often? - i like a good calligraphy pen and new notebooks. i don’t use them often; i feel like i don’t have anything important enough to write.

37. do you like keeping your room messy or clean? - it’s usually clean unless i’m not feeling well. sometimes i get disorganized.

38. tell us about your pet peeves! - overlapping conversations. people interrupting others. loud mouth noises, like chewing or licking. people criticizing my driving. nitpicky comments on my clothes or how i look. being talked about.

39. what color do you wear the most? - black, probably.

41. what’s the last book you remember really, really loving? - how it feels to float by helena fox

42. do you have a favorite coffee shop? describe it! - nope

43. who was the last person you gazed at the stars with? - i’m not sure

44. when was the last time you remember feeling completely serene and at peace with everything? - i can’t remember

45. do you trust your instincts a lot? - not really

46. tell us the worst pun you can think of. - i can’t remember it but something about pigeons and being coo-l

47. what food do you think should be banned from the universe? - bacon. i just wanna make people angry.

48. what was your biggest fear as a kid? is it the same today? - my dad told me a story once, about when i was a kid. he said that he and i were walking together near the lake in the neighborhood across from mine. i was holding his hand, and i said to him that this was the happiest time in my life because i wouldn't be the same when i grew out of being a child. i think i have the same fear now--that i'll never be that happy again.

49 do you like buying CDs and records? what was the last one you bought?

- i like records but i only have one. it's an album by ccr. i really like them

50. what’s an odd thing you collect?

- beer bottle caps

52. what are your favorite memes of the year so far?

- maybe those "girl..." text posts that just say stupid shit

53. have you ever watched the rocky horror picture show? heathers? beetlejuice? pulp fiction? what do you think of them?

- watched them all but pulp fiction. i don't really remember heathers at all

55. what’s the most dramatic thing you’ve ever done to prove a point?

- lets not talk about that

57. go listen to bohemian rhapsody. how did it make you feel? did you dramatically reenact the lyrics?

- not in the mood sorry

58. who’s the wine mom and who’s the vodka aunt in your group of friends? why? - bri is wine mom. quincy and i are vodka aunt.

60. do you like poetry? what are some of your faves?

- yes but i rarely remember favorites. i read so much and feel it then forget all the words

61. what’s the stupidest gift you’ve ever given? the stupidest one you’ve ever received?

- someone gave me a rock once. i get too nervous to give stupid gifts

62. do you drink juice in the morning? which kind?

- orange or cranberry

63. are you fussy about your books and music? do you keep them meticulously organized or kinda leave them be?

- i'm more fussy about music than books, but i do like my books organized. i like them worn in and well-read tho, not in perfect shape.

64. what color is the sky where you are right now?

- a fuzzy, light blue-grey. it's snowing

65. is there anyone you haven’t seen in a long time who you’d love to hang out with?

- a few

66. what would your ideal flower crown look like?

- lots of green leaves in all different shapes and sizes. tiny white and blue flowers.

67. how do gloomy days where the sky is dark and the world is misty make you feel?

- isolated and insignificant. safe

68. what’s winter like where you live?

- cold, grey, snowy.

69. what are your favorite board games?

- idk if i really too many board games. maybe cranium. i like puzzles more

71. what’s your favorite kind of tea?

- honey vanilla chamomile

72. are you a person who needs to note everything down or else you’ll forget it?

- yea and even then i forget.

73. what are some of your worst habits?

- i give up too easily

74. describe a good friend of yours without using their name or gendered pronouns.

- excitable. emotional. so very smart. creative as all hell. self-conscious where they shouldn't be. never runs out of words in the best way. loves to share.

75. tell us about your pets!

- my dog shiver is turning into a little old man, but he still acts like a puppy. he likes attention and whines to communicate. he'll greet you at the door and put his front paws on your thighs to say hi. follows you all around the house. loves to cuddle.

- my pigeon spirit is young and vocal. she coos for attention. when i go to sleep, she grunts every time i move to ask where i am and if i'm okay. i take showers with her and sit on the tile; she puffs up right into my side and sticks her wings out for me to splash water on her. she likes to be close to me to get neck scritches and push her head into my neck and preen every bit of me she can.

76. is there anything you should be doing right now but aren’t?

- a lot probably

77. pink or yellow lemonade?

- limeade

78. are you in the minion hateclub or fanclub?

- i dunno they're cute

80. what color are your bedroom walls? did you choose that color? if so, why?

- it's white wallpaper with pink roses along the top and ribbons of pink and green striped vertically. my mom chose it before i was born.

81. describe one of your friend’s eyes using the most abstract imagery you can think of.

- they sort of remind me of dark water where everything is reflected back in it--not just the sky but the trees and people walking--and they make you want to look closer because you know there's something in there, it's not just a reflection, like flat glass. but it's hidden until you dio your hand in the pictures broken.

82. are/were you good in school?

- pretty good

83. what’s some of your favorite album art?

- i don't look at albums

85. do you read comics? what are your faves?

- not really, but watchmen is one of my favorites.

86. do you like concept albums? which ones?

- dunno

88. are there any artistic movements you particularly enjoy?

- um. idrk. i like whatever monet was doing.

91. where do you plan on traveling this year?

- maybe michigan

92. are you a person who drowns their pasta in cheese or a person who barely sprinkles a pinch?

- i like cheese

93. what’s the hairstyle you wear the most?

- i just kind of. let it do whatever.

94. who was the last person you know to have a birthday?

- my uncle

95. what are your plans for this weekend?

- honestly have no clue

96. do you install your computer updates really quickly or do you procrastinate on them a lot?

- put them off until windows tells me it's restarting the computer in five minutes

97: myer briggs type, zodiac sign, and hogwarts house?

- mb

98. when’s the last time you went hiking? did you enjoy it?

- in college with jacob, although i wouldn't really call it joking. we just walked through a state park. it was beautiful.

100. if you were presented with two buttons, one that allows you to go 5 years into the past, the other 5 years into the future, which one would you press? why?

- idk. i feel like i'd make the same mistakes if i went back, but the future scares me.

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