jessicamarcia requested: Jungkook + Idol/Fan AU Pairing: Jungkook | Reader Genre: Fluff Word Count: 17,378 Author’s Note: Tbh I had some apprehension about this request because an idea I stumbled upon that just kept coming back to me was directly from this fantasy I kept about having about what would happen if I ever meet Jungkook and how and this just feels very personal to me as a result. Regardless, I decided to share because I wouldn’t be me if I didn’t decide to contribute my pain to the fandom.
ALSO, sentences in italics are being spoken in Korean.
Summary: You never understood the gravity of your position as an intern working Kcon until you fall for one of your favorite idols, Jeon Jungkook—quite literally too.
Sometimes you think you have a lot of mixed feelings when it comes to your job.
On one hand, it’s a pretty incredible opportunity, one that you acknowledge not a lot of people get to experience first hand: which is working as an intern in the event operations department for Kcon—the annual Korean convention in which big Kpop groups will travel around the world to bring their music and their joy to the international fanbase. For someone who never actually had the means and the ability to make the trip as an audience member of your own accord, it’s fascinating to witness the back-the-scenes sight of how much effort and how much time goes into planning and organizing an event of this scale.
And because Kcon it in of itself is half a convention and half a concert, there were always many people needed to cover the different subsections of the event, which is where your role as an intern came into play. Given that there were two interns in the department of organizing the physicality of the event, you were put on the team mainly in charge of organizing the convention while the other intern assisted with scheduling of the talents and making sure the performances would go by smoothly.
But on the other end of that spectrum, working with vendors really allows you to see how many people handle responsibility and deadlines and it makes you want to pull the hair out of your roots. You like to think of yourself as a fairly reasonable person, giving a vendor 24 hours to respond to emails at the latest before having to resort to more emails and phone call—but this is absolutely ridiculous.
Context: We’re traveling through a crypt and made it out of a labyrinth.
DM: “Alright you fell the last Minotuar. As you make your way through the hall you notice one door on your right. A bit further down you can see another door with what appears to be a hallway on the opposite side.” What-“
War Cleric: “IS IT MAHOGANY!?”
Rogue: “There’s probably something-”
War Cleric: “IS IT MAHOGANY? I have to smash it if it is, my character has to destroy it.”
Berserker: “I’m going to go check the hall to make sure nothing is coming.”
DM: “As you approach the door, you notice that it is ulocked.” He pauses slightly, “You should probably roll percep-”
War Cleric: “I SMASH DOWN THE DOOR!”
Rogue and Berserker : “Are you f@$#! $ serious? BYE!”
*Both of character run down the hall before the DM can respond*
DM: *Let’s out a heavy sigh while trying not to laugh* “As you smash through the door, three Minotuars rush you.”
The Rogue and Berserker both run down the hallway until they come to an intersection, another hall, a wooden door, and a locked iron gate.
DM: “Ok what do you guys want to do? The Minotuars are chasing the War Cleric down the hallway and are gaining.”
Rogue rolls perception on the wooden door, 15.
DM: “You hear more Minotuars on the other side.”
*The rogue starts panicking.*
Rogue: “I STILL HAVE THIEVES TOOLS, I PICK THE LOCK!” *rolls 17*
DM: “You’ve successful and swiftly pick the lock. Both you and the Berserker make your way through the gate and begin shutting it. The war cleric slides through just before you close the gate between you and the Minotuars.”
So I was rewatching episode 1 of Wynonna Earp again and I had a thought.
As we have seen over the course of the season Peacemaker seems to have some sort of sentience. Obviously only the Heir can use it to put down a Revenant. But there have been a number of times that it has been fired as just a regular gun. It fired for Wynonna when she first retrieved it and she was trying to do some target practice on the Welcome to Purgatory sign. It fired in ep 3 in the cemetery. Willa fired it during target practice in ep 11. And when the homestead was attacked 15 years ago when Wynonna tried to save Willa and their father.
So it would seem that Peacemaker should shoot like any other gun any time the trigger is pulled regardless of who is holding it or who/what they are aiming at. But it doesn’t. It didn’t fire for Dolls when he was trying to save Wynonna in episode 3. At least a few times it didn’t fire for Wynonna. One of those times being in ep 12 before Willa got all her memory back and it looked like the Heir powers might be shifting back to Willa. Then in ep 13 it didn’t fire for Willa after she had crossed the boundary because in Wynonna’s words “You went wrong.”
In that same episode we find out that there is some scary shit trying to get into the Ghost River Triangle. We also see definitively at the beginning of the ep that Peacemaker is the key to opening the doorway. The Heir and a Revenant of their choosing alone don’t get the job done. Finally in ep 12 we found out that Ward had made a deal with Bobo to be the one to open the Door 15 years ago.
Now jump back to episode 1. When Wynonna is trying some target practice on the Welcome to Purgatory sign she is aiming at the family in the car on the sign. Her first shot goes extremely high and left hitting one of the braces on the sign. Her second shot, after taking a few steps closer, also goes high and left hitting the same brace then ricocheting across to the opposite brace then finally hitting a bottle on the ground behind Wynonna. Then at the end of the episode when she saves Waverly she pulls off a near physics defying trick shot without even trying. She shoots the pulley severing the rope, the bullet then ricochets back to the windmill, then off a blade and back to disarm Malcolm. Almost as if Peacemaker can precisely aim itself exactly where the shot needs to go.
The witches in Elsewhere University(no matter if they’re wiccan, pagan, christian, etc.) are the main go to people for help with the Fae.
Forgot to leave an offering of cream and now you’re afraid to enter your room because your roommate is growling at you whenever you open the door? Ask a witch to make a potion (with cream or something in it of course),repay them with ingredients, set the potion outside your door overnight, and stay at a (human) friends room. Return when the overwhelming feeling of fear whenever you consider opening the door fades.
The only payment these witches ask for are for ingredients. Herbs, crystals, roses, incense, lemons, pocket knives, lighters, and candles and pretty sure fire. They may not ask for payment, but always offer. If you don’t, well, the witches and the crows get along fabulously… It’s best to offer payment. Don’t bother with cash, they’d rather at least have you get the ingredients for the spells.
It’s not uncommon to find them digging through spice aisles, searching for sage, basil, and other things. Whenever it rains bowls can be found outside, gathering storm water. The full moon glimmers down onto bottles full of water and crystals that need recharged. They often room with the fae, they might be the only people who truly want to.
They walk freely through the campus, many have the sight or have found a way to enchant glasses to see the Fae. Witches are in all of the majors, and the chemistry major witches are feared by students and Gentry alike.
If a person who smells of candles and sage tells you not to go with that wolfish boy or feline girl, listen. If they say not to go to the dorm until 12:13 at night and to make it to your room by 12:15 and lock your door, do it. Leave a small candle outside their door as a thanks if you feel the need to.
Some witches worship the fae, they are the ones who get the most favours. They are also the ones most likely to get you in trouble or disappear (willingly of course.).
Sigil witches are the most respected in terms of mental strength, with nothing other than a sigil scrawled on some paper, or penned onto their skin, they face the Fair Folk . Sigils can fade or be washed away, others don’t have the intended effect and fail at what they were intended to do. They always make sure to have at least an iron necklace just in case the sigils fail.
There’s a story about a witch kidnapping one of the Fair Folk when their friend went missing. Nobody talks about it, but the witch won (hint: they were a chemistry major)
After a party, I called a bureaucrat lady to tell what I think about her. I called like 15 times, she didn’t respond. The next morning, I was frightened to look at my phone to check calls. Thanks to my Guardian angel, turned out I dialed my door code 15 times.
Ichiruki has always been the main canon-material pairing in BLEACH for me, but as BLEACH was an action genre, I was very happy it didn’t get into any romance that would get in the way of the series. That’s one of the reasons I didn’t like Orihime’s position in the franchise, because that’s all she was demoted to in the end.
Ichigo and Rukia had amazing chemistry in the first and best arc of BLEACH. But when the Hueco Mundo arc came around, Kubo kinda destroyed Rukia’s personality. She did hit Ichigo now and then in the first arc when he’d make fun of her, not for just the sake of beating Ichigo up. Ichigo was extremely depressed, injured, and misinformed about the hollow attack. She shows up and beats the crap out of him. She brings him to his senses, but after the Hueco Mundo arc, Kubo butchered Rukia’s caring side towards Ichigo, which I was extremely unhappy about. You’d think considered Kaien’s death she’s be far more caring and considerate…… but no. Just down the gutter. ESPECIALLY when Rukia forced Ichigo to apologize to Orihime. That was not acceptable. Orihime and Chad ran into the fight of their own will, its not Ichigo’s fault they got hurt and he should not take blame for that. Orihime did try to reason with Ichigo that she ran in of her own accord and that he shouldn’t have to be there to protect her all the time. This set up the whole gary-sue trope for Ichigo, and ever since then he was the only one to ever actually progress the BLEACH series and things just got sickeningly repetitive.
Now…I apologize if I’m side tracking but I have to talk about my stance on these pairings again:
….Orihime was shown to have a crush on Ichigo throughout the entire manga, but never had any real reason or explanation behind it.
Seriously? Why????? She literally would give up her life for a mere highschool crush.. who does that? Its been stated she didn’t develop a crush for Ichigo until she saw him in Highschool. She stalks him and constantly gets in his way.
Ichigo has never once shown any interest in her at all, he’s brushed her off and ignored her everytime she approached him, and yet Kubo has the audacity to co-author a book and release it about Ichigo saying he knew about Orihime’s crush this entire time and even asks her out? I’ve never heard something so ridiculous in my entire life.
I saw a video released recently about one of the BLEACH editors saying Orihime was the heroine of the series which is entirely false. Out of the entire series (besides filler arcs), Orihime has only defeated ONE enemy. Which was a weakling hollow in the first arc. That’s literally it. I don’t think heroines are defined by the amount of people they’ve healed, but regarding that, her healing abilities could be replaced easily by Hachigen or Unohana. Hachigen told her she had the ability to bring things back to life without needing a body, and yet her power couldn’t even HEAL a body like Ichigo’s in the Ulquiorra fight. She’s no heroine. She was demoted to a side-character.
Back to her crush on Ichigo, remember the ONE time she actually defeated an enemy? That was for TATSUKI. TATSUKI WAS THE ONE WHO AWOKE HER POWER, AND THAT’S WHEN ORIHIME GAINED INDEPENDENCE TO FIGHT. But when going to rescue Rukia, she was really only there to “protect” Ichigo for no real reason as to why besides her crush that she doesn’t even know if its requited.
Orihime had the ability to reverse time. She was given many opportunities to actually make a difference in the series that only she could make. But none were taken. She didn’t reverse the Hougyoku, she couldn’t stop Tsukishima, and despite having “god like powers” her power does jack-shit to the soul kings. As to how she wasn’t killed in the Yhwach vs Ichigo battle, and as to why Ichigo and CO. even let her come along on this mission will forever be a mystery to me. She’s the weakest character out of the original team of 5, by all means, she should have been killed. Even Renji knew she wasn’t a warrior, so why was she there? Her only significance in the final battle was fixing Yoruichi’s arm, that’s it. (and giving birth to Yhwach Jr. but that’s a cluster fuck to analyze for another time)
Orihime was reduced to pure fanservice waifu-material. Her breasts were 4X the size of her head in the quincy arc, and her power has been completely useless overall the entire series, especially if others can replicate her abilities to an even better extent than her own. (Like Hachigen.)
The fact that there’s no soul king and Ichigo wasn’t allowed at home due to his power issues, and the fact that they’re even allowed to have children in the world of the living, this is the most baffling, false, and culture shocking ending to a series I have ever seen. I feel like this ending is legit a dream world that Ichigo is having as the new soul king considering this ending is literally not possible reflecting on all the information we’ve been given this past arc. Yikes.
“Knowing eachother for a long time” is weird in itself considering time passes differently in Soul Society than in the human world… which Kubo seems to have forgotten. As to why they’d have a child that is somehow the same-looking age as Kazui perhaps around the same time as Ichigo and Orihime is a bundle of confusion already. But these two didn’t talk for 40 years, then Renji shows up and beats her up and slices her, threatening to KILL her, where URYU HAS TO STEP IN. HOW BAD DOES THAT LOOK WHEN A QUINCY STEPS IN-BETWEEN A SHINIGAMI QUARREL. Renji and Rukia have had absolutely zero romantic interest the entire series. The only one time Renji ever seems to actually like her was when they were children. But RenRuki has never had any one-sided love confessions like Orihime. THis is the least developed pairing out of the two.
(and also for Orihime to make Rukia a wedding veil out of strawberry flowers… REALLY? I MEAN…. no wonder there’s Ichiruki/Ishihime cheating AU’s going around right now! I mean can you imagine Renji seeing his to be wife marching down the aisle with strawberry flowers? Considering this anime has heavily implied name association (Princess Orihime, Sado Yasutora the Tiger, Yuzu-Ichigo-and Karin being named with homonyms for fruits, Ichigo addressing his name with the number 15 on his door, Kon being direct from Konpaku..) For Renji not to pick up on that, especially with Ichigo probably attending their wedding….he’s gotta know something is up. I mean how did Renji even know about Orihime’s crush on Ichigo let alone “know” Ichigo has a “crush on” Orihime too? Zero context for that too. Lot of plot hole issues with these pairings. ))
now Uryu. Precious Uryu. He deserved the world and got nothing. An anti-social who ends up making friends only for them all to become distant from him once more. The original quincy who gets nearly zero spotlight in an arc dedicated to quincy. A man who stood up for ex-shinigami Rukia when she was getting sliced up by her “future husband” Renji. A man who noticed, reassured, encouraged, and was amazed by Orihime’s abilities and kindness. A man who would lay his life down for her after spending nearly the entire Soul Society arc with her. Orihime was the closest person in the group with Uryu, they even shared the same aspirations. They were both top in their sewing class, had quirky designs and tastes, and in the end were both interested in the medical field. They even had a close relative they adored die before their eyes when they were young. For this pairing not to be canon is a crime to me. These two deserved so… so much better.
I honestly could live with Renruki. That’s a whatever for me for it to be canon. But Ichihime makes zero sense with the plot. That’s my main issue with the pairings. For Ichihime to be real, Ichigo and Orihime have to be in soul society. But even so, if Ichigo was in soul society, that means more time with Rukia, so at that point, who knows which way the pairings would go?
That being said, I would not want a forced Ichiruki BLEACH ending if it meant there’d be no soul king and massive gun-shot plot holes and contradictory storyline like Ichihime left.
I completely shipped Ichiruki in the first arc, but as I said, Kubo changed Rukia’s personality (and her friggen backstory? He made her out to be one of the weakest shinigami and yet she had a shikai like… when did she obtain this? If this was before she lost her powers then I’m at a loss as to how she couldn’t defeat a simple hollow, Kubo is a complete liar he legit had no idea where he was going with the story.)Maybe her desire to get rid of her powers and die because of the Kaien incident would make sense at the time, but other than that her being weak was weird, especially now since she’s defeated one of the most powerful underling quincy and obtained a bankai. How can that BLEACH editor say she’s not the true heroine of the series? She can fight and heal injuries, she’s got the training for it.
So I absolutely love Ichiruki. As an AU. Because with the way Kubo set Ichigo up to really be the only soul king option besides Aizen, Ichiruki couldn’t be canon along with Ichihime. If the quincy arc diverged away from that where there was no desperate need for a soul king, Ichiruki should have totally become canon because of Ichigo’s bounds to Soul Society and given their chemistry.
Orihime was jealous of Rukia because Rukia was always the one who could reach through to Ichigo no matter what. Orihime was never able to do that (besides that time in the Grimmjow fight, but the reason Ichigo was upset was because of her in the first place so it makes sense as to why he’d only listen to her that one time.) For Orihime to still hold such good ties with Rukia all the while hating her on the inside for being closer with Ichigo is a surprise to me. She’s strong with her kindness, I’ll give her that. But regardless, she was helpless to save Ichigo, even with her powers. The only time she successfully healed him was during the first arc up to Grimmjow’s fight. After that, she just couldn’t seem to heal him anymore because her power is “no match” against the reiatsu inflicted wounds.
Renji said Rukia’s faced never looked so alive when he mentioned traces of Ichigo sightings in Soul Society. Ichigo, a guy Rukia only knew for a little while, rushed in with little to no shinigami experience to save her, while Renji sat back hopeless knowing he could do nothing despite her being his only friend for so many years. He BEGGED Ichigo to save her because he couldn’t.
Orihime and Renji could not once reach out to the ones they “loved” this whole series. They both held a jealously towards their “spouses’” significant other because they knew they couldn’t do the same. That says a lot about this entire situation.
To have two main characters: male and female… have such a great start off friendship…. to have the female character have a back story involving a guy who she loved who was so similar to Ichigo its uncanny, to have Ichigo quote something he heard from Rukia an entire arc ago when addressing his father’s shinigami powers, to have Orihime fear Ichigo turning hollow when Rukia fears FOR Ichigo as a hollow, to have ichigo constantly be concerned for Rukia’s well being during the Orihime Rescue mission ready to drop everything to go save her first if she was in trouble, to continuously joke about Ichigo and Rukia’s close “romantic” relationship in canon and filler arc along with rumors being spread that the two are dating within the highschool in the first arc, to have an entire movie dedicated to Ichigo and Rukia’s relationship where Ichigo remembered Rukia so quickly, while her future HUSBAND RENJI FORGOT HER COMPLETELY, to have multiple parallels of “sun and moon” yin/yang - clad-type finale white and black bankai moves - similar Masaki-Isshin forbidden meeting parallel not to mention the parallel of Ichigo/Isshin saving Rukia/Masaki savior scene nearly laid out the same way, to have a PTSD rain significance with Ichigo’s memories of his mother dying- and when he saves Rukia he says the rain stopped because of her, to have Isshin and Ichigo’s family accept Rukia as a third daughter/sister and have her sleep in their house treating her as part of the family while Isshin and Yuzu listen in on Rukia and Ichigo’s conversations in the bedroom along with Yuzu being concerned because Rukia seems more girly and romance material to Ichigo than Tatsuki was, to have ichigo miss his power that he dreams about Rukia, to have Ichigo think of Rukia as the last and strongest pride he had as a shinigami when trying to gain his fullbring, to have Rukia swoop in and save him when he’s crying his eyes out to help him regain his power- to be the only one in Soul Society to be against the idea of Ichigo becoming Soul Society’s enemy and spying on him, when Ichigo ends up seeing Rukia’s butt in the hot springs and he and the other guy think of peaches….., when Renji forcibly picks a bloody defeated Ichigo off the ground Rukia tells him to wait and that Ichigo might not be in good shape for a lecture despite that being her job the past few arcs, to have Yhwach say he’ll show up when Ichigo and his friends are at their happiest and he chooses to show up during Ichigo and Rukia’s 10 year reunion and not their weddings or baby-showers, to have Ichihime and Renruki become the “canon” pairing and having their children be the focus of the final chapter and yet the finale book cover is Ichiruki, to have a co-author novel with the suspicious title “We do KNOT always love you” featuring Renji and Rukia’s wedding and Ichihime confession, to have Ichiruki be voted the most popular BLEACH pairing and to be promoting the final BLEACH manga with Ichiruki advertisement bait….. to have the last image we see of the main group be of Ichigo and Rukia who hardly acknowledge their spouses the whole chapter?
and Tite Kubo FRIENDZONED these two?
I’m glad Ichiruki didn’t get in the way of the story like Ichihime did, so at least that’s a positive.
Mitsuro Kubo, the creator of Yuri on Ice did in 12 anime episodes what Tite Kubo couldn’t do in 10 years.
Create a believable, developed, romantic relationship with a good plot to back it up.
and the best part is, Mitsuro Kubo did it with non-heterosexual characters.
For Kubo to rush in with this light novel to try and force in “romantic development” to try and explain pairings he literally only splooshed together for the sake of children.. and to attempt to explain it in a single light novel when he had wasted a ton of plotline set ups that went no where that he could have spent developing said relationships in 10 years time? To have him claim this is an action genre only for him to approve of a light novel based around forced romance and not filling up the hundreds of plot holes he made in the series? Sure we get insight on a couple character’s status and whereabouts but uM WHAT EXACTLY HAPPENED… TO THE SOUL KING? THE ZERO SQUAD? Y’KNOW… THE MOST IMPORTANT KEY TO THE WORLD BEING ABLE TO LIVE? HE DEEMED PAIRINGS MORE IMPORTANT THAN THAT?
If Kaien Shiba claims our hearts are in our fists, I think there’s a lot of bleach fans out there who would love to introduce their “hearts” to Kubo’s face… as harsh as that sounds. He and his entire editor team just continue to ship bait and lie to their fans. It’s very disrespectful, kinda giving fans a reason to be upset with them aside from their other choices. Still don’t approve of the harassment going on though. Nothing is gonna change it now besides us. Its up to us to patch up what’s left of BLEACH’S dignity by continuing to improve and create better plot lines that Kubo pulled out of his garbage can.
So yeah. Ishihime and Ichiruki were, without a doubt in my mind, canon in the first arc. The amount of time and care each exhibited toward eachother throughout the arc says it all. The end game pairings were DEFINITELY not planned from the beginning. Kubo never had a hold that good on the plot of his series past the first arc. Its just… its not believable. Can’t buy it no matter how hard I try…
A/N: I kind of got carried away, this is totally what my father did when I was little and asked him a question! FLUUUUUUFF and stuff
You were sitting on the couch, Toms arm wrapped around you and you were watching a movie. He placed a kiss on your temple every now and then and you went up and down his thigh with your fingertips.
“If you keep doing that we’ll have to take this into the bedroom, darling.”, he said into your ear his voice muffled because of your hair.
You looked up woth a smirk to say something when you got interrupted.
“Livingroom honey!”, you yelled back and a couple seconds later your ten yesr old daughter was standing infront of you.
“I’ve got this homework. Could you help me out?”, she asked sitting down on the carpet and placing her exercise book on the coffeetable.
“Of course. What is it?”, Tom asked and looked over her shoulder.
“So there are questions I have to answer and some of them are about my parents. So how did you guys meet?”, she asked and took her pen ready to write her sentence.
“Well.”, Tom started and you closed your mouth leaving him to tell her.
“It was around the time where I started shooting spiderman…”
Friday - 6:55
Every morning started the same. Exact same time. You took your keys, shoulderd your bag and closed the door behind you, leaving your parents house. A black car drove down the street while you took off to the bus stop where you hopped on the bus 207. Your ride lasting 12 minutes, you were down town at 7:07. It took you about 15 minutes to walk to the café where you were working. So you walked into the Hots'n Buns at 7:22, making the bell above the door ring painfully loud.
Right about then Mrs.Walker walked by you like every morning. She had grey puffy hair, was about 4"11 and had round glasses on her nose.
“Morning me lady.”, you greeted her and tapped your imaginery hat and she smile back at you.
“Right about time.”, she joked and you chuckled.
“7:22. As always Mrs.Walker.”, you said walking past her into the kitchen.
You entered the kitchen at 7:25 and took your cooking apron off the hook and put it on.
“Hiya.”, Maddy greeted you while hanging her own apron back.
“What’s up? Something new?”, you asked and she shrugged.
“No newbies. Suit-Man two coffees. Perl-lady 5 buns. Mrs. Walker two Baguettes…”, she said and took a deep breath.
“And hoodie-boy two croissants and one large black coffee.”, you both said simultanously and grinned at each other.
“Alright. I’ll see you tomorrow.”, she said and I nodded.
“7:25 you know it!”, I yelled because she was already going out the door.
At exactly 7:30 you were standing at the counter ready to take in the orders. You were known by the staff and the customers for your punctuality. It was just a thing that you tried to keep up. For no exact reason but it was fun.
Exactly 8 hours later you hung your apron back and took your stuff to get out of the Café.
You didn’t know if you got jinxed or something because the next morning you woke up late. Only 10 minutes but very important 10 minutes. Meaning: You’d be late. You didn’t get to have breakfast, you missed your bus and had to take 305 to get to town. It was already 7:17 when you got down town and it was 7:32 when the bell above the door rang. Was it more annoying this morning or was it just your nerves? You did not get to meet Mrs.Walker with her two baguettes and her genuine smile. Which was bad enough. So it was 7:35 when you entered the kitchen where Maddy was waiting with her hands on her hips. You shot her a glare and she threw her hands in the air.
“Don’t say nothin’”, you said obviously pissed off and she shook her head.
“You held it up for three years. That’s somthing.”, she said and you shot her another glare.
“I’m not sayin’ nothin’.”, she defended herself and added,“It’s only 10 minutes. Everybody comes 10 minutes late.”
“Not me.”, you growled and pushed the door open to the counter. You wrote Jessica that she could come 10 minutes later because you would stay in ten minutes longer. No one expected that from you but it was your punishment for yourself. Not that you needed it.
Because everything went wrong that day. Only because of 10 damn minutes.
Three people complained about their coffee which you couldn’t understand. And then while making coffee for them again the coffee machine went off on you. It just did nothing. So no coffee for already annoyed customers. One woman didn’t pay enough. You saw it, she ran away, you had to pay the rest because you wanted to keep the job. Otherwise your manager would flip his shit.
And last but not least: A tiny human being, also called child, decided to drop his cup right before you walked by their table and you slipped on his drink, landing directly in the puddle of ice-tea.
It was after 15:30. Normally you would be gone just now but not today. The lunch rush was over and it was quiet in the Café so you took your chance to repair the coffee machine. You didn’t know how long you worked on it but as soon as you made it work the bell rang. Your back was faced to the room so you didn’t know who came in.
“Yes!”, you said triumphantly to yourself and threw your fist into the air.
“Hello there. Same as always, please.”, you heared someone say to you with an english accent and you turned around to look at him.
“Huh.”, you said and put your hands on your hips. There he was. A young man, probably as old as you, in a black hoodie. He had the kindest brown eyes you’ve had ever seen and it made you smile.
“I-I’m sorry, what?”, you asked after he raised a brow and smiled back.
“Oh sorry. I thought you were Jessica!”, he said and shook his head apologetically. Why on earth did he know Jessica? No offense.
“What?”, you asked again and facepalmed yourself in your mind for sounding so dumb.
“Sorry, you must be new here. I’ve never seen you here before. I’ll have a Latté and a Brownie please.”, he ordered again and smiled but you didn’t think of moving and raised a brow at him.
“No I’m quite old. You probably come in here for the first time.”, you suggested and put the Brownie into a paperbag.
“Actually I’ve been coming here for the last year everyday.”, he said with a grin.
“Name?”, you asked with a small grin on your lips as you took a cup and a pen to write his name.
“Well Tom. I’ve been working here for three years and I’ve never seen you around.”, you said while writing his name.
“What a shame.”, he teased you and you looked up immediatly to see him smirk.
“Which means you always came in too late. After I ended my shift.”, you said and put the cup into the coffee machine.
“Naaah. I’ve been coming in everyday exactly at 15:36. Punctuality thing of mine.”, he said and you looked at him over your shoulder.
It hit you right then that you always missed this cutie for a year because you always left at exactly 15:30. Everyday.
“Well it’s your lucky day then. Cause I came in late today and thus I had to work longer.”, you explained and took the coffee off the machine.
“You’re welcome.”, I smiled at him putting the coffee down on the counter.
“Thank you.”, he chuckled and took the coffee into his other hand. He looked at you for a longer time and then shook his head lightly still smiling.
“Alright. I gotta go.”, he said and you nodded.
“Off you go.”, you said and smiled back.
“See ya.”, he said and turned his back on you and walked towards the door.
“If you come in earlier, maybe.”, you called after him and you were sure that you heared him laugh.
You checked the time when he went out the door. 15:40. That was your call. You went into the kitchen and changed shifts with Jessica who came in earlier.
“Did you see Tom? What a babe am I right? I’ve been trying to get his number for a year now. Do you think he noticed?”, she asked you while you were hanging your apron back on the hook.
“We’ve had a chat. But not about you, sorry.”, you said and shrugged.
While you walked out of the kitchen with your normal clothes on, Jessica walked to the counter. Right about then you bumped into a chest because you were checking your phone.
“Sorry.”, you both apologized at the same time. Realising the voice your head shot up and you looked into those beutiful brown eyes.
“Hey.”, he smiled.
“What are you doing here? Problem with the coffee? People been complaining all day. Thought I fixed the darn thing.”, you said and looked at his cup of coffee.
“No! No. I just…forgot the sugar. And, you know…”, he said and I shook my head.
“I actually don’t know. Are we out of sugar? Are you gonna complain about that? Look man,my shift is over. You can give your compl…”, you started but he cut you off.
“No! No complaint. Jesus. What happened today?”, he laughed and you huffed in relieve.
“A lot.”, you chuckled.
“So I actually came back cause…I felt dumb. For not asking for your name.”, he said insecurely and you laughed out loud. He looked taken aback for a sec and you gathered yourself together immediatly.
“You came back for that?”
“Yeah?”, he said now unsure.
“Why don’t you call the number I wrote on the cup, Sugar.”, you said and pointed at his cup.
“Wha-…ohmygod.”, he blurted out and sighed.
His cheeks blushed and I chuckled.
You looked down and saw just then his weird looking red boots.
“Hey! What’s up with those?”, you asked and pointed at his feet. His head shot up immediatly and he looked horrofied.
“I gotta go! Sorry, I’ll call to ask for your name!”, he called while running out of the café.
“Y/N!”, you yelled after him, not reslly sure if he heared it or not.
“So…you guys met in a café?”, your daughter said after Tom finished his detailled story and his mouth dropped which made you laugh.
“Yes sweetie.”, you answered for him and watched how she wrote down ‘They met in s café’.
“Isn’t that a little minimalist of you to…”, Tom started with an offended look on his face but you cut him off.
“You’re doing great Rose. Anything else?”, you chuckled but she shook her head, so her brown locks bounced up and down.
“Go finish your homework then. We’ll go out for dinner later.”, you told her and she got excited.
“Can we get McDonalds?!”, she exclaimed and raised her hands.
“It’s Daddys turn to decide.”, you said and looked over to Tom who was still shocked.
“And…he will tell you after you finish your homework.”, you added after seeing that he wouldn’t answer.
She took off with her book and you shook your head still laughing.
“We met in café…We met in a CAFÉ?”, he sighed after she was gone and you let yourself fall onto your back and held your belly laughing.
“That’s what she got? I’m gonna have to have a talk with her.”, he said and you playfully hit his shoulder.
“Shut up!”, you said and he looked at you.
“What are you laughing at?”, he said with raised brows.
“She asked you how we met. Not our whole dating life.”, you teased him and sat back up.
“I didn’t tell her about what we did at our second date.”, he teased you back and you raised a brow.
“I can’t quite recall that?”
“I’ll show you, Sugar.”, he said and leaned in to kiss you. You placed your hands on his neck and pulled him closer. He put his hands on your waist and let his fingers gently slide under your shirt.
“I’m done! Ew gross!” The voice of your daughter made you jump apart. You looked at eachother in disbelief and Tom broke the silence.
“Daddy wanted to show you what Mommy and…”, he started but you muffled his voice by pressing your hand on his mouth.
“Tom!”, you said in disbelief and looked up at your daughter.
“Go get your coat Rose. We’ll be there in a sec.”, you told her and she took off again.
“You’re unbelievable.”, you said and took your hand off his mouth.
New story I remembered: I went to the bathroom and when I was doing my business, I heard a slam from the metal door (this was a one stall bathroom in terrible condition, there was no lightbulb and I had to get some TP from the Pastry class next door) I jumped but I didn’t think anything of it so I go to open the door and find myself unable to open it. I pull and pull but no dice.
I try to text my friends but I had no signal so I’m just here slamming my hand against the door for 15 minutes and close to having a panic attack when my friend suddenly opens the door and I almost fall out.
My teacher sent them to find me and I found out that someone had locked me from outside because the door had a lock on the outside. Why? Idk and never will.
A/N: THANK YOU SO MUCH FOR THE LIKES REBLOGS, COMMENTS, AND FOLLOWS. I LOVE YOU GUYS!
The next day (Y/N) wasn’t feeling well. Her stomach kept bugging her the entire night after she had eaten the burger. All night she was groaning and sweating from the discomfort. She had taken some Pepto-Bismol but that didn’t sit right with her stomach so she just ended up hunched over her toilet spilling her stomach of the pink medicine.
(Y/N) sat up on her bed, her cheeks red from the amount of pressure she had put into throwing up. She had also felt a slight headache forming.
She reached for her phone and for the water bottle she had kept on her nightstand. Taking a quick swig from the water she sighed as the cool liquid slid down her throat. (Y/N) unlocked her phone and looked at the time; 10:23 am. She had called in sick in the early morning telling the head Doctor that she wasn’t feeling well.
With a get well and a goobye the call ended.
(Y/N) groaned internally as she realised she had 4 unread text messages from Ben. He must’ve been worried and wondering where she was. She clicked on his name on the screen which took her to thr previous exchanged messages between the two. She scamned the messages and smiled a bit.
Hey you okay babe? Was knocking on your door for 15 minutes to go for breakfast but you didn’t answer
Christ (Y/N) it’s been 2 hours you should’ve been at work at 7
Text me when you read these please, you’ve got me worried
(Y/N) quickly typed an answer for him and laughed a bit.
I’m fine, got a stomach bug or something and I wasn’t feeling well this morning but other than that I’ll be okay and back tomorrow for work .x
After hitting send (Y/N) decided to be a bit active and go downstairs to make herself a cup of coffee. Nothing like some caffeine to help an upset stomach. She slipped on an over sized Rolling Stones sweat shirt. Someting had had gifted her and (Y/N) just didn’t have the heart to throw it away.
It held a lot of memories.
She grabbed her green mug and put it in the coffee maker. Putting in her favourite flavor on the little cup holder.
She pressed the ‘start’ button and went to the living room to turn on the tv as her coffee maker started compressing the coffee beans and coffee flavor cup. The cool air of the living room hitting her bare legs as she walked in.
With her phone in hand she sat down on her white love seat the cold fabric of the cover of the love seat making her shiver.
She switched on the TV and relaxed her back muscles.
Since she had found out about Gwen’s pregnancy that’s all she heard about. The media couldn’t get enough especially since Gwen posted little snaps of her belly and of the kale shakes she drank. To “help the little munchkin grow” Gwen said. The gossip at the clinic had been just that as well. The nurses were all in awe that the handsome CEO and his beautiful wife were expecting a baby.
All (Y/N) could do was internally roll her eyes and nod as they went on.
Harry had done a great deal to her. He had heart her and he didn’t seem to care. Slowly she was learning to move on without him but how do you quickly move on from someone after nearly 8 months?
It’s a challenge.
She grabbed her phone and tapped on Ben’s contact name to send him a quick message.
I might make some pizza tonight, wanna come over?
It only took a few minutes for Ben to reply and (Y/N) frowned as she read it.
Can’t tonight love :( I’ve got to do a night shift today. One of my patients isn’t feeling very good. Maybe tomorrow?
Yeah sounds good, no worries
But definitely tomrrow! (: I’ll try and text you when I get off work, stay warm Princess it’s killer cold outside
(Y/N) laughed to herself and blushed as the pet name was a new thing comimg from him.
Her smile didn’t stay on for long as she grimaced in pain as she felt nausea again she leaned her head back in the recliner and sighed.
She couldn’t drink medicine because her biy rejected that entirely and she refused to eat food.
A distinct knock made it’s way outside her door and she groaned as she was forced to get up. (Y/N) hadn’t been expecting anyone and hoped and prayed that they would talk fast and go away. She wasn’t feeling up for a lengthy conversation or visits.
(Y/N) walked across the soft carpet the the main door. Opening it she rolled her eyes as she was met with the sight of Harry. He had his short hair in a Packers beanie and a long sleeved Nike grey shirt adoring his body. It brought out his muscles perfectly.
“What the hell are you doing here Harry?” (Y/N) spat out. Her eyebrows raised. Harry had some nerve showing up at her home after they ended things. It was almost to her as if he enjoyed the game he was playing. A game that was hurting her and deceiving his oh so perfect wife. “You’ve got some fucking nerve coming here.”
Harry raised his hands up and sighed.
“I didn’t come here to argue with you… I just want to talk.” He said looking at her. She looked tired. Emotionally and Physically tired.(Y/N) looked at him. Her left hand resting on her temple. The silence that felt like an eternity was really only a few seconds.
(Y/N) nodded and stepped to the side. Harry walking in and his nose being filled with the scent lavender that her home always seemed to carry.
“What did you want to talk about?” (Y/N) asked tiredly. “Because quite frankly I’m tired of all the mixed signals Harry.”
“Mixed signals? Wha’ are you talking about? I’ve never sent you ‘mixed signals’. You’re the one that started making all these assumptions in your head about us” Harry responded angrily. He cared about her sure. But he wasn’t going to take the offenses she was going to throw at him. The last thing he came to do was argue but it just seemed she got a kick out of it.
“Assumptions? You know what Harry? Seems to me that you really fucking cared about me when your dick was emptied out and you were laying beside me! That’s about the only time you actually kissed me and held me you manipulative asshole!” She yelled back. All the things she had been pondering over the past week finally coming to light.
“Enough!” Harry tried to quiet her.
“Where’s wifey huh? Heard you got her realy knocked up” (Y/N) laughed. “Nice heir to the throne right? Or did you just need the media to have something to talk about? Considering Gwen hasn’t really been in the spotlight for quite some time.”
“Can you just shut up? You really need to get a life and stop worrying about mine and my wife’s. Our child has nothing to so with you either.” Harry snarled at her. It stung him a bit to say it. It did. But she needed to relax and let him come and do what he came for. (Y/N) glared at him and her shoulders relaxed. She didn’t realise the nausea she had previously had until she relaxed.
“I came to tell you that I don’t need you to go to the media and tell them anything, do you understand? The last thing I need is for you to go out of spite and try to ruin my name” Harry revealed. (Y/N) felt like she had been slapped in the face. Her mouth parted open a but and her she could basically hear her heartbeat in her ears.
Harry continued ignoring the sligh pained expression on her face. Her cheeks were red, with anger maybe? Harry didn’t know. “How much do you want hmm? I’ll give you a certain amount of money so we can call this quits and you csn be secured for a long while.”
At that point (Y/N) was steamed with anger. “You think that low of me? I don’t need your fucking money Harry. I need you to stay the hell away from me. Do you even hear yourself? Do you for once hear the words coming out of your mouth? Money doesn’t solve all your problems and it’s about time you realised that. I’m not going to tell the media anything because the last thing I need is to be in the public eye and called a home wrecker.” (Y/N) gapsed out. She felt the tears cloud her eyes but she managed to hold them at bay. The sounds of the TV were nothing compared to the volume of their voice.
Harry sighed and ran a hand down his face. “I didn’t mean to offend you Petal-” He started. But was quickly cut off by a furious (Y/N).
“Don’t. Don’t call me that anymore Harry.” She said trying to hold some power in her voice. “God knows I was just a toy to you.”
“A toy?! I cared about you (Y/N)! I may not have loved you but I did care! When you were having a bad day I dropped everything to see you risking being caught by my fucking wife just to comfort you!”
(Y/N) stood in silence. She hated that he was right about that part.
“You called off our affair. I didn’t. Because God if I did I would have you in your bed right now showing you just how much I care..” Harry trailed off walking closer to her. He took her hands in his cold ones and lifted her chin. His heart race was beating so fast he could feel it in his ears.
(Y/N) shook her head. Harry’s hope was shattered. “No. I can’t do that. You’re expecting a baby Harry. With Gwen. There’s a baby in the mix of this and I refuse to do that to a child.” She backed away from Harry’s hold. “I won’t tell anything to the media. I don’t want money” She let out a shaky sigh as she continued. “I just want to be alone.”
Harry nodded and his head went to look down. An unfamiliar feeling of rejection coursing through his body. He looked at her again before walking to the door.
(Y/N) following behind. She opened it for him and watched as he dug his car keys out of his pocket. “Bye.” He softly said.
There was a beeping sound in the distance that grew louder and louder as Nicole shifted from dreaming to awake. When her mind caught up she knew it was Negan’s alarm. When her eyes snapped open she glanced over to his side of the bed in the spare room.
Negan’s snoring almost overtook the sound of the alarm, and Nicole finally reached across him to turn it off.
“Oh shit.” She glanced at the time, noting it was a half hour later than the time he’d set the night before. Nicole suspected that Negan had hit the snooze button in his sleepy, half-conscious state.
“Negan.” Nicole hovered over him, shaking him until he groaned and opened his eyes. “The alarm has been going off.”
Negan stretched, appearing as if he could still sleep for days. His eyes were heavy and hair in a pillow-tossed fashion as he reached over to check the time with little interest.
“Fuck.” He grumbled the words and ran his hands over his face and through his hair.
“Late?” Nicole asked him, giving a big yawn as she did.
“Yeah.” Negan cleared his throat. “I have to fuckin’…” He slowly sat up and ran his hands through his hair again.
“What can I help you with?” Nicole asked him, “Coffee?”
Negan shook his head. “I have to fuckin’ shower doll. You mind grabbing me some clothes out of the closet in the next room? Khakis are on a hanger in there… need to be fuckin’ ironed.”
She nodded, happy to play house-wife even if just for a moment. “Where’s the iron?”
“Hall closet.” He shifted out of bed. “And any of the polo shirts you see hanging in the closet in there. I don’t give a fuck which one.”
“Sure.” Nicole nodded again and stared up S he turned back to her.
“Thanks.” Negan winked and headed out of the room into the hallway.
She glanced around the room, eying the floor for her scattered clothing and got out of bed to get dressed. Nicole heard the shower go on, but felt that Negan was in no mood to be playful or he would have invited her in there with him. She decided to do as he asked and made her way toward the closed door that sat next to the one she had just walked out of.
She felt a gnawing feeling at the pit of her stomach but decide to no prolong the mystery of entering Negan’s actual bedroom and reached for the doorknob, pulling it open.
Nicole swallowed hard and glanced around the quaint, homey room. The walls were a light, sea-foam green surrounding a queen-sized bed with unmade sheets. A television hung on the wall facing the bed and on one side of the room was a bureau with an oversized mirror and a collection of perfumes, makeup and other like-items. The other side was a closet with a set of double doors that pulled open from the middle.
For a moment she stood there taking it all in, initially focusing on Lucille’s things by the mirror and then to the bed. Nicole found herself wondering which side Negan slept on. Was it the side he slept on in the other room with her?
Irrelevant, she reminded herself and hurried across the hardwood floor toward the closet.
A heaviness hung in her chest as she peeled open the closet doors, revealing more proof of Lucille’s existence. The right side of the closet clung with a femininity as it was strewn with dresses, silk tops, tight jeans and bottomed out with a collection of women’s shoes. Nicole reached a hand up toward a mid-length, black dress that hung low in a ‘V’ at the chest line. She imagined Negan’s wife dawning the sexy cocktail dress on a night out on the town with her husband.
They must look stunning together. Nicole felt a wave of guilt and disappointment as she let her the fabric drop from her hand. She closed her eyes, placing a hand on the side of her face as a rush of heat filtered into her cheeks. A little voice inside of her head blocked out the beat of the water from the bathroom and all she could feel was heaviness.
Playing house-wife didn’t feel as triumphant as Nicole stood there in Negan and Lucille’s bedroom. It reminded her that his wife was real - a person who would be affected deeply if she found out about their affair. She was bound to Negan in ways that Nicole never would be. They were a couple; a family.
Nicole’s eyes opened and she tried to push the negativity away though this time it barely faded as she stood there staring into another couple’s closet. Her eyes shifted to the left and immediately she saw the khaki pants that Negan had described. She had all the intentions going in of sifting through his collared shirts and finding one with a smile that she thought would look the best on him. Now, she reached for a navy blue polo, the first one that she saw, and closed the closet doors.
Things were a little more real now. As Nicole exited the bedroom and made her way to the hall closet to locate the iron, the reality sunk in again. Before even attempting to search for the iron her eyes landed on a stack of old Christmas cards, the top one appearing to be a pre-made card the two of them had sent out to friends and family the year before.
Nicole reached for it, holding the image of the two of them out in front of her that stabbed her in the chest like a dagger. Lucille, sporting a wide smile, leaned an elbow on Negan’s beefy shoulder, who smiled just a wide. She donned a traditional Christmas hat that made way to pin-straight dark hair and a set a of beautiful big, brown eyes to match with a long, red sweater-dress. Negan looked as handsome as ever and wore a modern green sweater. His arm was linked securely around her waist and at the bottom read, 'Merry Christmas & Happy Holidays’ in a neat, swirly cursive.
She’s gorgeous, Nicole thought to herself and then let her thoughts run deeper.Why would he cheat on her?
When the water went off, she almost jumped and replaced the card back on top of the stack before hurrying to locate the iron.
“Find it?” Negan asked, as if he could see her shuffling like a mad-woman through the wall.
Nicole cleared her throat and managed to sound confident; normal. “Yeah.”
“Just use the kitchen counter,” he went on, “If you don’t fuckin’ mind.”
“I don’t mind.” She reached for the iron that had been perched on a higher shelf and then closed the door.
Negan exited the bathroom with a towel around his waist. “Thanks honey.” He slipped an arm around her midsection and planted a kiss on her lips.
Nicole kissed him firmly back, enamored despite all of the reasons she had just discovered that should have sent her running in the opposite direction. The feel of his beard, his slicked hair, his nearly-naked body that had just the right touches of muscle tone and chest hair and now his scent as he came out fresh from the shower - it was all too much. Even the tone of his voice had the ability to send chills down her back and make her swoon.
Negan kept her close, studying her expression and moment and then kissed her again. “Sorry I’m in such a fuckin’ rush.”
Nicole gave a half-smile. “Let me get to these while you dry off.” She held up the pants and smiled another time before heading down the hallway. To her surprise, Negan followed and watched as she set everything up, standing with a hand against the refrigerator.
“I would love to, uh, let you just stay here,” he confessed, “But…”
“But you have a wife,” Nicole finally acknowledged it aloud, “And I’m the neighbor.” She glanced down, unable to look him in the eye as she said the words and ran her palm firmly on top of the left leg of his khakis.
Negan didn’t say anything back initially. He did what he did best - he studied her body language, waiting to see if she would reveal something even louder than her words as she began to iron his pants.
“I hope…” Negan drew a hand across his beard, searching for the right words, “I don’t want to offend you… Nicole… I…” He let out a breath through his nose and looked around the room.
“You’re not,” she assured him right away. Nicole shook her head, “You’re not… at all. I just… I get it. I know what this is Negan. I’m not offended.”
“I feel like I fuckin’ owe you something,” he went on, “An explanation-”
“No, you don’t,” Nicole said a little firmer, “You owe me nothing.”
Negan stared directly at her now and Nicole couldn’t pretend not to notice. She glanced up to meet his stare and felt the emotional wave she had felt the night before when he had left her bedroom. Tears threatened to stream down her face, though Nicole continued to find the strength to keep them locked away without falling. She, again, managed a small smile and then decided to distract herself from their intense, budding conversation by continuing to iron his clothes.
“I don’t…” Negan took another breath, “I don’t exactly feel that way.”
“What way?” Nicole asked right away.
“I don’t feel like I owe you nothing.”
She tried to keep her emotions in check. “What do you owe me, Negan?” Nicole shrugged her shoulders.
“I, uh… fuck… I don’t know.” He grew visibly more agitated and said the next word a little louder than the rest, “Something.”
Nicole flipped the khakis over and focused on smoothing out the fabric. She pushed hard into the counter, taking out the small bout of frustration, sadness and overwhelming guilt into the action. The feelings he had for him, however, were outmatching all of the rest. Had he approached her at the counter just then she would have happily submitted to him. It all was beginning to make her crazy and now she wished she had never gone into his bedroom, or worse - the hall closet.
She took a deep breath and finished ironing despite Negan’s inability to let his eyes leave her.
“Thank you,” he said as she removed them from the countertop, “For all this shit.”
“Do you want me to iron the shirt?” Nicole held it up in front of him, struggling to hold it together.
Negan stared past the shirt she held up to her right and kept his eyes locked on hers. “I think it’s fine the way it is.”
“Okay.” She gave a simple nod, unable to force a fake smile.
He let out a deep breath through his nose, and then took the clothes from her arms, placing them neatly back onto the counter. Without warning he pulled her back to him and Nicole found herself in the midst of a more tender, controlled embrace with Negan. His hands remained in place, not wandering as they typically did and his kiss was not overly aggressive though he didn’t stop.
Nicole melted against him, all the wrongs being pushed away again as she allowed herself to become engulfed in every action he took.
“I’ll fucking think of something,” he breathed the words into her mouth.
“What do you mean?” Nicole opened her eyes and met his gaze an inch or so away.
“I owe you something.”
“You don’t owe me-”
Negan crushed his mouth back against hers, regaining control of all of Nicole’s emotions. She didn’t care about anything but the moment and decided to embrace it, as their time felt more limited by the day. When he parted his lips from hers he pressed the side of her face against her cheek and whispered in her ear. “I’m fuckin’ sorry doll.” Emotion hung in his voice, “I’m sorry.”
Characters: Dean Winchester x Fem!Reader, Sam, Charlie, an OC here and there
Warnings: Slight-ish Angst maybe but not really, Fluff, Pining™, Mom!Dean, No Monsters or Hunting… technically?
Word Count: ~3392
A/N: Created for @percywinchester27’s PJO Quotes Challenge (prompt is bolded in the fic) and @spnaubingo! Also, if you’re wondering later, a manananggal is a vampire-like monster (or witch) from the Philippines.
Next chapter to The Boy Next Door is finally up! Included Thanksgiving shenanigans, Seven Minutes in Heaven and Black Friday adventures with the gang in what will probably be one of their last happy memory before everything goes downhill. More to come next chapter which will explain this!