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@chiisana-sukima (that’s me!) wrote, in a post that didn’t work for adding, because reasons: I think the Bunker is a Good Puppy, and loves
Dean, Cas, and Sam all. But because it is a Smart Puppy, it tries
really hard for each of them, but sometimes the outcomes aren’t
quite what a Human might expect.
Cas and the Bunker understand each other the best. Cas understands
about the Bunker being a deeply, weirdly inhuman creature whose
existence is too large for mortals to fill. And the Bunker knows Cas
gets bored and lonely at night while his human friends are sleeping.
So when Cas wanders through the Bunker at night, the Bunker lets him
explore its maze-like recesses and dimensions full of wonders and
magic that Dean and Sam will never see. When morning is approaching,
Cas has to gently remind the Bunker that it’s time for him to go
back up to the surface levels where Sam and Dean live, so that the
Bunker can lead him out, because even Cas can’t find his way back
on his own.
For Dean, there’s an alcove off the garage, full of tools and
parts for all the classic cars. And sometimes when its in an
especially helpful mood, the Bunker leaves parts for Baby around too,
or a better brand of oil than Dean usually buys, and Dean feels
suspicious, because how could the MoL have had any of those things,
but maybe Sam picked them up, but Sam’s not really into cars….
sometimes it’s best not to question.
And also for Dean, the way to the dungeon is a little straighter,
the corridor a little wider, the locks a little stronger, the
soundproofing perfect. The holy water is always well-stocked and the
salt never runs out. In the shooting range, the targets are far
enough back that they’re right on the edge of Dean’s ability, so
he doesn’t just keep getting useless bullseyes over and over. The
bunker makes no judgements; it was built for war.
For Sam, one might think the library would be perfectly organized,
all the information Sam could want catalogued and easy to find. But
the Bunker knows Sam better than that. Sam likes a challenge, and the
Bunker likes to learn. It scatters things around for Sam. There are
always cluttered new storerooms, another archive, more magical tools
to sort. That way Sam will have things to occupy his mind. He’ll
make new connections, figure out things the Bunker didn’t know
And Sam’s room- the Bunker is still angry that Lucifer managed
to find it. It’s the best warded room the Bunker has, radiating a
false nonexistence so strongly, that from the outside it’s barely
there at all. But Cas had been to it too many times already before
Lucifer occupied him, and Lucifer was determined.
The Bunker is determined too though. It won’t happen again. When
Sam walks through the library, sometimes books fall off the shelves
and land open to pages on complex warding patterns. If he’s not
paying attention as he walks to his room, there will occasionally be
an ancient clay jar of holy oil in the hall that he’ll somehow fail
to notice until he’s already kicked it over and broken it. By now
there’s a solid wall of holy fire soaked into the floorboards
outside Sam’s door, just waiting to be set alight, and a fire spell
has etched itself into the wood of the door frame.
@trisscar368 wrote: Sam’s room - yes PLEASE, because your
idea of it being warded like that works perfectly with the fact that
it keeps changing location.
The Bunker decided not long after the boys moved in that Sam would
be safe when he slept; there were too many nights when Sam would
still wake up breathless, the names of lovers and lost friends and
tormentors alike all dying unspoken on his lips. Too many
nights where he refused to sleep until it was almost dawn, choosing
to distract himself because the memories are just a little too close
at hand. So the Bunker cocoons his room away every night in the
depths of the maze; it makes sure to have him back before morning,
though it doesn’t always quite put him back in the same place, not
after Dean snuck in that one morning to play music on full blast.
It hasn’t quite forgiven Dean for what happened under the Mark.
Oh, it doesn’t blame him particularly for destroying doors when he
was a demon; he was a demon, he was barely the same creature.
The Bunker treated him as such - it has no eyes after all - trying to
protect Sam by weaving extra passages between the two of them, only
letting Dean find Sam when Castiel was close enough to help.
But since that last day with the Steins, with what happened in the
library, Dean’s room has a habit of being slightly… misplaced in
the morning. Dean hasn’t said anything. He still hasn’t
forgiven himself, so why would the Bunker?
It wishes Cas would stay more. It quite agreed with Kevin
(oh, the Bunker tried to commune with Kevin’s ghost, but he just
couldn’t hear the Eldritch being the way Cas can) that Winchester
pity sessions are annoying. Dean tends to be happier when Cas
is around, and, well, the Bunker grew rather attached itself when Cas
stayed those few weeks when he was ill. It tries to feel more
like home, this weird amalgamation of ideas and memories of all the
people who’ve stayed inside its walls, but it doesn’t quite know
what Cas wants; austere hallways of light? Or dimly lit rooms
smelling faintly of whiskey and leather and gunpowder. Cas
doesn’t know what he wants either.
The six weeks when the boys were gone were hard on both Cas and
the Bunker. He had a habit of forgetting the lights, wandering
the halls in pitch black, losing himself in the grief and the guilt,
trying to hide from the shadow of Lucifer.
Lucifer, now it hates Lucifer. It hates the scent of rust
that trails in his wings. It hates how Sam stopped sleeping
again when the boys knew Lucifer was free. It hates how Cas
sometimes wanders into the kitchen expecting to see a television on
the counter, and stands there staring while he remembers where he is.
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dabbling in the idea that the bunker is an eldritch abomination. It’s
I’m actually not sure if it would like people in the same sense
as a dog would. It would probably allow Cas a bit more reign just
cause he can perceive it a little better and may be able to handle
the concepts it presents without his brain shorting out. He may also
be unaware of its nature on a conscious level. If this thing were
actually a being, it would be pretty powerful even as presented.
Amara needed Cas to find Dean in the bunker. This would mean that the
bunker theoretically is more powerful than Chuck or Amara or is at
least capable of hiding from them. It is no creature of creation. It
just kind of settled there, perhaps drawn by the MoL or
maybe it manifested on its own and they found it. They may be the
only perception of human things its ever experienced. The
Winchester’s found it after and it still had the same appearance.
It’s possible it looks that way because the MoL were the first to
meet it and the Winchesters don’t do anything to tell it any
different. It may just be a void in reality with no perception that
there is an outside at all. It’s like a computer display. It can
display coffee as much as it wants but it doesn’t know what coffee
That being said, it’s a lot more fun to imagine it has a
personality that can enjoy things and can create easy passage for
sleepy Winchesters when it’s 3am and they have work to do. So Dean
can find the kitchen easily even when it took him 3x as long when he
was a demon. He doesn’t question it, neither of them do. It’s
weird sometimes but they wave it on and the Bunker doesn’t mind
that its unknown. It’s rather glad of it. No one has ever known it.
The closest is maybe Cas but if Chuck didn’t notice the massive
being of the cosmos, he probably wouldn’t either. Sometimes though,
the bunker opens places for him. It wants to see how far it can go
and Cas is a calm and curious being himself.
Perhaps it can sense intent or longing, or fear. It carefully
arranges itself for whatever situation feels comfortable for it. The
emotions of humans are perplexing but it isn’t a violent creature,
it tries to avoid it.
this is so so so shit, i’m sorry. i might delete it.
10th February 2016, 10:38am
Shawn’s 9am meeting had over-run, meaning he wasn’t able to get his usual 10:15am coffee. He hurried down the two flights of stairs, desperately craving the rush of caffeine. (Y/N) had been paying close attention to everything Helena had been saying since 8:30am, the morning of her first day at the office. Her brain felt fried and her hand was numb from writing everything down; she needed a boost. If Shawn’s meeting hadn’t over-run, or if (Y/N) had listened to Helena when she first pointed out where the coffee machine was - their lives wouldn’t have collided. “So it’s just on the left?” (Y/N) asked as she continued walking straight, with her head over her shoulder as she looked back at Helena; who nodded in response. (Y/N) had her arm out, pointing to her left; but it was soon knocked by Shawn’s towering figure. Shawn grabbed (Y/N) with a tight grip to stop her from toppling over herself. “I am so sorry,” she began to say frantically, brushing the hair from her face. She froze, her mouth slightly agape as she finally saw Shawn’s face. He used his middle finger to push his glasses up his nose, and looked at her with concern. “Are you alright?” he asked. She nodded slowly, being absorbed into her daze. He revealed his dashing smile, causing his glasses to rise slightly. “I guess you need a coffee as much as I do,” he said confidently, removing his hands from her arms and standing straight. (Y/N) casually looked him up and down, being impressed by his tall stature rather than intimidated. “It’s my first day, and I didn’t have one before I arrived” she said quickly, her throat and lips dry. He looked surprised, “Welcome!” (Y/N) felt her cheeks toast as she smiled back, “Thank you.” He touched her shoulder lightly once again, before heading into the Delhi. (Y/N) approached the coffee machine, and examined the small screen which displayed several coffee options. She finally picked one, Black Americano, knowing she needed a strong coffee. She tapped her feet anxiously as the coffee slowly dripped down into the paper cup. She reached across the counter for a lid, her fingers dragging down more than one; with the others scattering on the floor below. She let out a sigh of irritation as she crouched down and scooped them up in her hands. “Woah,” she heard someone gasp, feeling a strong hand on her shoulder as she quickly stood up. Once again Shawn appeared in front of her, “We need to get you a little bell or something” he said, his handsome smile appearing again. (Y/N) let out a nervous laugh as he removed his lingering hand from her shoulder, and walked away; jogging up the stairs.
14th February 2016, 15:19pm
The catering team had placed a stall near the coffee machine; consisting of Valentine’s Day treats. (Y/N) didn’t really like the lunch options she had had so far, during her first week, so she would become peckish in the afternoon. She stood perfectly in the centre, staring at all the different cookies and chocolates which were displayed on the stall. She jingled the loose change in her hand, having been stood there for at least five minutes now. “Well, they’ve certainly captivated you” a raspy voice snapped her out of her focus. She glanced to her right to see Shawn stood by her side, as he scanned over the selection. “More than the lunch menu’s have so far, yes.” To her surprise, a gentle laugh left his lips, which made her smile. “Which is better in your opinion, chocolate or cookies?” he asked, placing one hand in his pocket. “I’m more of a cookies girl,” (Y/N) said confidently. Shawn nodded before leaning forward, and grabbing a couple of cookies, placing them in one of the paper bags provided. “These will do for my Jennifer, I think she’ll like them” he smiled as he twisted the top of the bag. For some unknown reason, disappointment spread over (Y/N). Shawn shook his head, smacking his palm lightly against his forehead. “I haven’t even asked your name,” he smiled. “(Y/N)” she replied. “I’m Shawn,” he said, sticking his hand out. She hesitantly took it in her own, before he shook it vigorously. “See you around,” he said as he walked away to pay for his treats. (Y/N’s) smile faded before she glanced back at the stall, and picked up a small bag of heart shaped chocolates, suddenly fancying those instead.
14th February 2016, 16:57pm
(Y/N) was gradually making her way down the stairs, knowing she’d reach the bottom as the clock struck five. She was two steps away when the high pitched squeal of a little girl, echoed in the lobby, stealing her attention. She watched as Shawn crouched down, with his arms wide open for the little girl to run into. A tall woman, dressed perfectly from head to toe, followed swiftly behind. “There’s my favourite girl,” Shawn announced, squeezing the girl until she laughed in his ear. “Look at what I got for you,” he smiled, as he pulled out the bag of cookies. The little girl snatched them from his grip, the biggest smile spreading across her small face. “What do you say?” the woman said, standing behind the girl as her hand laced through her little curls. “Thank you Uncle Shawn,” the high pitched girl said shyly as she peeked into the bag. Suddenly, (Y/N’s) assumption of the woman being his wife and the kid being his daughter vanished; and were overtaken by feelings of attraction after witnessing how he had been with the little girl. She shook her head, knowing she was being silly, and walked out of the side door; purposely avoiding crossing paths with Shawn.
22nd February 2016, 8:42am
Shawn was late for a meeting, and hadn’t printed off the charts in time. There was only one printer which was working in the entire building, and (Y/N) was further up the queue from him. She was about to go next, but Shawn barged in front. “Hey, I was next” (Y/N) retorted. “You’re only going to print off copies of that stupid poster, this is more important” he snarled, not even looking at her. “Says who?” she said under her breath, not expecting him to hear. In one sharp motion, he was now facing her. “One of the Directors of this company, and that happens to be me. Anything I do is far more important than whatever it is you do” he said sternly, his cheeks blushed. His eyes were dark, his expression showing no softness or likeness, like it had done before. (Y/N) swallowed the lump which had formed in her throat, and stormed off saying the word “jerk” clear enough for him to hear this time.
22nd February 2016, 13:05pm
(Y/N) was sat at her desk, about to force herself to see what crappy food they were serving for lunch that day when an email popped up in her inbox. It was from Shawn. She was hesitant about opening it, wondering if it was worth reading. She clicked open anyway, and her eyes soon scanned his words.
‘ Dear (Y/N)
I don’t know how I can show you just how sorry I am for how I treated you and spoke to you earlier this morning. I promise you I am not usually like that, especially to lovely people such as yourself. The only way I can think to thank you, and even this is a lame attempt, is to treat you to lunch. I recall you mentioning that you did not like what the company has to offer for lunch, and therefore I would like to take you out for lunch. How’s tomorrow at 1?
Summary : “Kuzuryu breathes deeply and when he speaks again, he is very calm and his face stone-like. “Sorry Komaeda, but I can’t let you walk away like that. You know too much and I don’t trust you not to be a blabbermouth”.”
In which Kuzuryu doesn’t want to admit that he is brave, and Komaeda is good at demolding chocolates but that’s pretty much it.
Pairing : Komaeda/Hinata ; Kuzuryu/Pekoyama
AN : First part of this fanfiction made for Valentine’s Day. Probably not as sweet as I thought it would be, but I love these pairings enough to respect them. It’s the first time writing KuzuPeko for me, and I’m satisfied with it for now. See you in two days for the second part !
“Again” Komaeda asks, more demanding than he would be the rest of the time. But Hinata and him have been on the beach for more than an hour now, enjoying the warmth of the morning sun, letting the purple and pink shadows turns to orange to yellow, and the atmosphere is so peaceful that he almost forgets who he is, what he has done, and how he is really not in position to requires anything, especially from Hinata.
Hinata is laying on the sand next to him, eyes closed, almost like he is going to fall asleep any second, but Komaeda actually enjoys being able to look at him all he wants without worrying about being weird or scaring his friend - they are friends, right ? Hinata said they were - away. This morning specifically, he has the hardest time tearing his eyes away from the little stretch of golden skin between the edge of his pants and his T-shirt. He is almost mesmerized by it, both fascinated and a little scared by the want it creates in him.
“Alright” Hinata replies, without opening his eyes. “Go on, I got one.”
Komaeda nods, even if the other can’t see it. He pretends to focus, though it has nothing to do with logic. It’s all about luck, and that’s why it’s so important. He licks his lips and says :
“Two thousand and two”
“More” Hinata doesn’t miss a beat and the answer comes right away.
the sky has a way of eating the horizon when out near marianna
splay my heart long the coffee table displaying myself like a 2 page magazine spread i let it pour
skin like holograms fulla blood pixels i shift through cracks in the 4D let me hold your fears i’m makin death obsolete
i torch the carcass of The Coyote donning its scorched skull as i become the World’s Homunculous goring my wrists freely to unbind us from the devil’s grasp
periscoping my descent to hades /everyone was watching/ whale of obsidian leaving an infernal trail along the edges of the earth’s mantle - his bellowing song ripping the surface of california asunder
at the gates forged of detroit rust i stood and rung a bell that echoed forth eons a well tore out one of the gate’s pillars my lizard brain shortcircuited staining the inside of my skull with smoke from the blatant danger i engaged as i dug my hand into the abyss staring into me and away i was jolted - blood out like a torrent from my missing forearm
the whale drenched in onyx water passed overhead as my back baked against sand of the hellscape i felt my muscles meet bare oxygen as my body was given back to the sun
nobody was watching anymore i was ashed against the edge of the microwaves permeating my blood / swimming in voided paradox
raising above the horizon wounded by the grand canyon - natural beauty born of violence
lumbering i drag my feet along the southwestern usa, sludge dripping off in acre-sized droplets from my towering silhouette of scum coughing entire towns down to hell as i near the coast, i kneel down - my kneecap crushing LA into a glitzy tar pit i soak my head along the atolls submerging with whales [carcasses] grinding between my molars thrashing my face about as i attempt to commit the grandest suicide in history tsunamis annihilate the west coast
a whale covered in crude oil tears a path through the ocean as my eyes bleed into the water
It was a beautiful morning. The sun was shining bright when you woke up. And it was still shining bright when you walked out of your apartment. The warm breeze fell nicely on your skin and the soft wind passed playfully with the flare of your dress as you walked lightly on the sidewalks.
The day was beautiful and you could imagine yourself sitting at the park, enjoying the warmth outside while having your free time of the day. At least, that was what you intended to do.
Until the rain suddenly poured down, messing with your hair and outfits, and your delightful mood. You ran as quickly as possible to find shelter, and managed to find one, at one of the small shops located at the side of the road. The first one that you passed by while running and covering your head with no avail using only your palms.
You shivered at the cold, all drenched from rain and the wind that was blowing at you didn’t do you any justice whatsoever. All you could do was stand there underneath the small canopy of the shop, trying your best to keep yourself away from the water falling mercilessly from the sky.
A few minutes had passed and the rain didn’t seem to falter. Then suddenly you heard the sound of the bell coming from the door of the shop next to where you were standing.
“The weather does love to mess around with you, doesn’t it? Always so surprising.”
You looked over to the owner of the voice coming from your side, obviously coming from the one person that opened the door of the shop just seconds ago. Right there right in front of the small door, stood a boy quite taller than you, he was looking at the sky with bright and amazed eyes, and with a smile that was brighter than the sun at that moment. Or possibly ever.
He looked down at your face, and his eyes widen when he saw your body trembling next to him.
“Why don’t you come in? We have coffee here…and warmth,” he said, sharing more of his bright smile which was now contagious, causing you to gave him back a light smile for your trembling lips.
"Oh, of course…,” you answered him. "Thank you.”
He nodded and reached back to open the door wide with one hand, and the other guided you at your back while you stepped inside of the shop carefully.
You were welcomed by the warmth of the small space behind the wooden door, and the delicious scent of coffee filled the air inside. You looked up to see the shop counter and saw jars of coffee beans displayed next to a fancy coffee machine. A blackboard hung at the top of the counter with scribbles of names from every types of coffee and other beverages that they served.
Well, of course you have coffee here, you thought to yourself and giggled. Then you looked back at the boy with a bright smile in your face.
“Now why don’t you pick a good seat and choose your poison to rid the cold off your body. I’ll be back with something that might add more warmth,” he said to you. You nodded at him before moving on to settle yourself down.
After awhile, you could no longer care of the rain or how long the time had passed by as you sat there at the corner of the small coffee shop, sheltered from the downpour outside and the ruined mood. Your hands were now filled with warmth coming from the cup of hot coffee you were holding close in your fingers, your body was hugged by the warmth of his jacket, and your heart was filled by the warmth of the lovely conversation you were having with the boy who had the smile brighter than the sunshine.
The Party (20 Different Pairings #4- Dean x Jo X Reader)
Summary: Your friend Charlie convinces you to go to a very special party, where you meet two strangers and have a much better time than expected.
Word Count: 3000ish
Warning: smut, threesome, sex with strangers, sex party?
A/N: I had fun writing this one. I hope you enjoy it too! Let me know what you think!
“Come to the party with me,” Charlie had said.
“It will be fun!” She had said.
So you had showered, taking the time to shave and then put lotion on after, slipped on your sexiest bra and panties, and squeezed into your black dress that left very little to the imagination. Charlie was encouraging you the whole time you got ready, telling you that this was exactly what you needed- to have some fun, blow off steam, get back in the game after your break up with Chuck. And you supposed she was right, so you let her talk you into going to one of her “parties”.
Akashi Seijuro: It
definitely doesn’t bother him that you’re a model. Actually, he is quite
respectful and encouraging of your career choice. He’ll drive you to your
photoshoots when he’s able and he’s totally sitting in the front row when you’re
walking down the runway. Not only does he show his support by being there, he’d
buy every magazine that you were featured in. He’s literally got a whole shelf
full of your magazines.
Murasakibara Atsushi: He’s
not very perceptive and he probably doesn’t have any distinct feelings about
your modelling job. It’s your job and he feels he has no right to tell you what
to do and what not to do. He still loves you just the same. And to be honest,
when you bring him to one of your photoshoots, everyone you work with is totally
intimidated by his height and they don’t dare to cross you.
Midorima Shintarou: This
blushing mess of a man. He’s totally tsundere, but he started secretly buying
the magazines you were in. Takao teased him about that, but Midorima would yell
at him with that fluster on his cheeks and shake it off. When you ask if he
wants to come with you to one of your photoshoots, he’s all like “why would I do that?” but he goes with
you because he secretly wants to.
Kise Ryouta: He’s so happy
that you’re a model because that means you guys can have photoshoots. You two
are definitely named the hottest couple in various magazines and fans love the
chemistry in your photos. Kise proudly tells everyone you two are together and
he’ll show them your magazines and photos. He’s honestly so proud.
Aomine Daiki: He’ll protect
you from any crazy fans you have. He doesn’t actively go to your gigs, but he
does show up once in awhile to support you. Though, he gets kind of jealous
when you have a photoshoot with some other sexy model and he’d be all, “I’m totally sexier.” Let’s be real, he
totally is sexier. It may not seem like it, but he does support you and he’s
very proud of you. Also, you don’t know this, but when people are gushing about
you, he’s all smug and thinking “Yup,
that’s my babe.”
Kuroko Tetsuya: Honestly, it
doesn’t bother him that you’re a model because he likes you for who you are,
not what your job is. Modelling is just the career you chose, but at the end of
the day, you’re still the love of his life. He reminds you to take it easy
during shoots and tells you to drink lots of water because the lights can drain
you out. He buys your magazines and puts them on the coffee table to display
your latest one. Also, even when he shows up to your gigs, no one except you
notices because of his lack of presence. The poor guy.
Summary: In which angst happens and we all meet Tomato sons boyfriend! Read on Ao3 or FF.Net
The first thought to cross Adrien’s mind was don’t panic.
Well, that was a lie. It was the first coherent thought. The
ones which came before had been a cacophony of tangled emotions and questions,
half-formed in his mind. Jumbled words such as Marinette, Nathanael, holding hands, walking away- together?
As he fought the crushing waves of panic, the nausea
settling in the pit of his stomach, the shadows which coiled around his limbs,
all of which telling him something was amiss- he tried to rationalise what he’d
just seen. Even as he felt the rug pulled out from under him. The rapid change
from liberating joy to suffocating dread was like running head first into an
invisible wall. Helpless, defenceless, he was left watching the scene unfold
before his eyes, with only his warring rationalisations for company.
They looked at each
other with such joy.
Friends. They’re just
He picked her up!
Maybe he was just
excited about something?
They held hands, they
looked like they were going on a date.
Stop jumping to
Adrien swallowed painfully, hands curling into fists as he
watched the pair walking away- still hand in hand. He couldn’t tear his eyes
away from the sight, no matter how much it unsettled him. Frozen in place, all
he could is let Marinette slip out of his sight, get further and further away
just as he’d believed she’d been so close.
“Oh man,” a voice appeared at his side and it took all his
will to pull himself together, to place his model-mask on. Nino had caught up
to him, was standing by his side. He, too, was watching Marinette and Nathanael
as they rounded the corner and disappeared from view, “I hope those two aren’t
an item again.”
A funny thing happens when you hear something you don’t want
to. It’s not quite time standing still, instead it’s almost like the words
filter through slowly- deliberately- as though to cause maximum damage.
Because, until that final word lands next to the others to form a complete sentence,
there’s hope. The hope is wrung out, stretched and twisted, disfigured but there. And then that last word, that
damned last word, settles, and the hope is all but snuffed out.
That’s how Nino’s words struck Adrien. He could scarcely
comprehend what he’d just heard.
But his heart clenched, oh how it clenched, reminded him how
he was still very much alive. It squeezed in his chest until he thought it
might burst from fear. No it couldn’t be possible. It couldn’t… his Lady
wouldn’t lead him on unless…
Unless he’d been wrong?
Unless she wasn’t Ladybug.
But he’d been so sure!
“Wh-what do you mean ‘an item’?” He didn’t want to know. God,
he didn’t want to know. Don’t tell me
Nino. Don’t tell me what I know you’re going to tell me.
Adrien was vaguely aware he was trembling, but Nino wasn’t
watching him. Instead, his friend had two fingers massaging the crinkle between
his eyebrows, his eyes scrunched together tightly.
“Those two. They dated last summer- sort of. When you were
in Italy with your dad.”
//sometimes you have to find someone else before you can find yourself//
A bit of the rain has subsided, an empty cafe giving us late night refuge inside it’s warm enclosure. It smells of espresso and coffee beans, little cases displaying pastries and croissants within the clear glass.
“Where were you headed?” The boy looks down at me, thick strands of his wet hair falling in his dark, thoughtful eyes.
“I wasn’t really sure.” I accept my drink from the sulking barista, shrugging. “I’m about as lost as you are.”
He smiles down into his cup, swirling the steaming liquid with a long straw. “Then I suppose it’s fate that we found each other.”
“Fate…?” I echo him, testing the words in my mouth.
“Do you believe in it?”
“I don’t know, I haven’t given it much thought.”
“Well, what else is there to believe in for the things that happen? There has to be some sort of answer for where we go and how we get there. We can’t all just be lost stars hoping to find someone else to light our way.”
I take a sip of my drink, the hot liquid warming me from the inside out.
“I haven’t thought about things like that, to be honest, I just tend to wallow in self pity until I get over it.” A blush begins to crawl over my cheeks at how ignorant I sound.
“Is that what you were doing today?” He raises a sculpted eyebrow. “Wallowing in self pity while walking around in the rain?”
“Something like that.” I begin, looking up to find a mocking smirk on his face, getting mock defensive in return. “Well what were you doing out there then, Mr. Philosophical? Going out for your weekly shower?”
His smile widens, a blindingly beautiful expression that makes me blink. “Something like that.” he echoes my response, sipping his own drink as I just scoff and shake my head.
“Closing in ten minutes, lovebirds.” The annoyed barista calls to us, both of us not bothering to correct her mistake as we shoot her twin looks of exasperation and disregard.
“We should go now before it starts to rain again.” The boy stands, tall frame hovering over the table as he holds his hand out to me once more. I take it, feeling an electric spark zing between our palms.
The streets outside are dark and misty, an occasional car splashing puddles in showers of water onto the slick pavement. It smells clean, like rebirth and renewal and perhaps the beginning of something extraordinary. I wonder if my phone is lit at home, if the one text from my ex is buried among the worried ones from my friends. But, without it I feel free, weightless, reincarnated into this familiar street with this unfamiliar boy holding my hand, leading me into a new adventure.
“I don’t even know you’re name.” I muse, breath visible in the cold air.
He sends an amused smile in my direction, the first drop of a new rain landing on his cheek, streaking down it like a tear. “It’s Jungkook.”
//keep on sending in your requests, my lovelies!//
Prompt: We’re both baristas and sometimes I have trouble reaching for things and I show up to work one day to find a personalized stool with hearts and my name on it i hATE YOU but also thanks
wow first phanfic ever posted okay here we go
“Thank you sir, your drink will be ready at the window.”
Phil accepted the receipt being pushed his way and glanced at it before chirping, “One cafe mocha coming right up!” as cheerily as he possibly could. The boy at the drive-through window glared at him and Phil laughed. Normally he wasn’t this chipper at six am either, but expending the extra energy was worth it to aggravate his co-worker.
The brunette pushed his com away from his mouth. “I fucking hate you, you know that?” He checked to see if anyone was watching before flipping Phil off.
“Love you too, Dan!” Phil sang over his shoulder. He popped the lid onto the cup and slid it to the other boy.