coffee haven

German Memes Gothic Pt. III

You can’t find your way out of Real. “Einmal hin, alles drin”, they keep promising. But for naught. You still haven’t found your will to live.

They asked what soccer team you’re rooting for. Your life is hanging by a thread. They are staring at you, anticipating. Hungry. You know you only got one shot.

Stop”, you whisper. “Everything stays as it is.” You have drunk your coffee, but you haven‘t calmed down. There is a supply of fruit at home.

Something touches your leg. You look down. „Reingeguckt.”, the voices whisper. You are already numb from the pain. You have bruises everywhere.

You’ve tried for years, but you are not able to succeed. The stone can’t sing. It can only sound. All your efforts were in vain.

In your dreams, a faceless figure pays you a visit. “Alles Müller, oder was?”, they whisper with icy breath. Shuddering, you don’t dare to answer.

You are staring into nothingness. What is the meaning of all this? What kind of 1 life is that?

Your head is aching; your vision is blurry. Mein Terr… Terri… Tererium… What does it say? You can’t fathom. You have given up on life. What even is strawberry cheese?

At night, you become aware of your own mortality. All things must pass. Everything has an end. Only the sausage has two.

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Hoseok returned with two more bottles of beer and managed to keep the conversation away from what was bothering Yoongi until he had nearly finished the first bottle. “Alright,” he said with a sigh and adjusted himself in his seat to get more comfortable, “let’s hear it. What’s going on with you?”
Yoongi rubbed his hand over his face with an annoyed sigh. “That’s just the thing,” he said with a resigned laugh, “I don’t even know what is wrong.”

“Well that’s helpful,” Hoseok said with a bright laugh. Leave it to him to always find the humor in a situation even when Yoongi’s thoughts were all bleak.

“I’m not sleeping much lately,” Yoongi finally answered with a shrug, as if the admission meant nothing. “I thought it was that I have been drinking too much coffee but I haven’t had any in days and still can’t sleep.”

Hoseok’s brows furrowed and the edges of his lips cast downwards as he studied his friend again. “How long has that been going on?”

“Since earlier this week. It started the night of that party the company threw for the anniversary.“

“That’s awfully specific. What happened that night?”

Yoongi’s mind flashed back to your eyes shining in the light with impending tears, smeared mascara across your cheeks, and the way you looked at him as if he wasn’t even human. He cleared his throat and shook his head to try to rid himself of the unwanted image that had haunted him since that night. “Nothing much,” he finally muttered and took another sip of his drink.

“Uh huh,” Hoseok said in a tone that conveyed his disbelief. “You know, if I charged you like a therapist I wouldn’t even have to work. You’re so repressed that you could be my only client and I could charge you for every hour you sit in front of me and say ‘I’m fine’ or ‘nothing is wrong’. I’m in the wrong field clearly.”

"There was a little fight that night,” Yoongi finally admitted with a groan, “but really, honestly, it hasn’t been bothering me.”

"I’m curious, does it ever work?”

Yoongi brought his eyes away from his drink to look at Hoseok and wrinkled his brows in confusion. “Does what work?”

“Lying to yourself like that. ‘It hasn’t been bothering me’ you say as you reek of booze and admit that you can’t sleep. I’ve known you my entire life, Yoongi, and I can’t say that I have ever seen you admit that you had a problem. So if you are content with living your life feeling whatever the hell it is that is going on in your mind right now instead of just facing what is troubling you then by all means continue to ignore your problems,” Hoseok sighed and leaned back in his chair to study the other patrons of the bar. He waited for Yoongi to say something, anything, to refute his observation. When the older man remained quiet and merely left his gaze on Hoseok, who stubbornly refused to meet his stare though he knew his friend well enough to have predicted it, he continued. “So why don’t you start with who the fight was with?”

"I don’t see why it matters.”

"Well, I’m not a doctor but stress usually factors into not being able to sleep. Maybe you can’t relax because of this fight.”

"It was with an employee of mine. It really hasn’t been bothering me,” Yoongi said and finished the rest of his drink. He had lost count of exactly how much he had drank and couldn’t remember the last time he had let himself get to such a state.

Hoseok let out an annoyed sigh and rolled his eyes before he took another swig of his beer. “Well if you aren’t going to tell me about it then just go sleep with that girl you’ve been fucking. That should wear you out enough to go to sleep, right?”

Yoongi bristled and rolled his empty tumbler between his fingers. “I can’t.”

"Why’s that? Did you finally break off your agreement with her?”


"Oh so she did? It’s about time. I can’t believe she agreed to be your sex slave in the first place. What kind of woman doesn’t have a problem with that,” Hoseok said with a laugh.

Yoongi took a sharp breath and tried to ignore the way his chest tightened with the way Hoseok spoke about you. “That isn’t it either. I can’t fuck her because she was who I fought with that night.”

He leaned forward and rested his arms on the table to get as close as he could to Yoongi, a sinister smile on his face. “Now it’s getting interesting. So what was it that caused the fight between you and your fuck doll?”

Yoongi wasn’t sure what happened in that moment but something inside of him burst. He could feel it, first in his chest as a sudden heat, then in his hands as they tightened around his glass tumbler before finally finding release through his throat. “Don’t call her that,” Yoongi growled. Hoseok paused only for a second in surprise before his eyes widened and suddenly his twisted smile had grown and he exposed every tooth in his mouth. Yoongi wanted to punch him and his stupid smile at that moment.

“So that’s what this is about!”

“I don’t know what you are talking about,” Yoongi snapped and looked around towards the bartender only to see a slew of people surrounding the man. “I need another drink. Why the fuck is the bar so busy?”

“You like her,” Hoseok said with an awestruck tone.

“Don’t be ridiculous,” Yoongi said brusquely.

“Holy shit,” Hoseok whispered, completely ignoring his friend.

“Just for that this one is now mine,” Yoongi said with a glare and grabbed the second beer bottle Hoseok had bought. He pulled the top off and took a sip before giving an exaggerated sigh, “so refreshing.”

“Min Yoongi is capable of feelings stemming from somewhere other than his dick,” Hoseok muttered to himself in disbelief.

dragon age inquisition: coffeeshop au

inquisitor: you but as the newest crew member at haven coffee. as the first person hired after the infamous revamp, when most of the old staff was unceremoniously sacked, the others were a tad distrusting of you at first, before eventually accepting you as one of their own. you have no idea what you’re exactly doing at haven, but the others seem nice enough.

cassandra: the new shop manager after the whole revamp debacle. you’re a little terrified of her at first, but, over time, you realise she is really just the loveliest of people. she just has a lot going on what with being the captain of the sinking ship that is haven coffee. beware any customer that gets too aggressive with one of her staff members. she spends most of the time trying to encourage everyone to keep working and groaning at some of the jokes.

josephine: loyal customer. you have no idea what she does exactly, but you’ve narrowed it down to mafia boss or just a really over-worked PR. she constantly has her phone pressed to her ear, but that’s cool seeing as the coffee house has her order memorised. she doesn’t take-out, but takes the time to sit in and drink her coffee, even if she’s answering a million emails a second on her phone at the same time. she’s also the sweetest, somehow remembering everyone’s names and their birthdays. josie is the best.

leliana: another loyal customer. she comes in every day and either sits with josephine or off on her own to the side. she likes to people watch and prefers her vantage point from the corner of the coffee shop where she gets the best view of just about everyone. you’re a little terrified of her at first, that is until you actually start talking to her and learn about her rabbit sanctuary. she has about a million photos on her phone of one particular rabbit that looks the same in every one. what’s it called again? schmooples?

cullen: another loyal customer. he always pops in early on his morning walk with his dog. the dog is ginormous and cullen always sits outside with him, no matter what the weather. he also always gives his complimentary biscuit to the dog, so you’re used to loading up his saucer with a few extras. he’s pretty quiet, very shy, and once he caught you staring at him and dribbled coffee all over his lap.

varric: he’s a writer and only works at haven to stop himself ‘starving in between episodes of writer’s block.’ you haven’t read any of his work, but if it’s anything like some of the stuff he comes out with, it should be hilarious. you always feel guilty for laughing though, considering how much he and cassandra lock horns.

solas: tall and quiet, there’s a certain mysterious air about solas. when he talks, it’s normally something informative and smart, and the man is a real tea fiend. he pretty much knows everything there is to know about tea. he likes this one particular brand though the best and is disdainful towards any other blends. no one exactly knows who solas is or just how old he is. he makes some pretty sweet latte art.

the iron bull: a real metal head and the muscle behind the counter. he’s always doing the ‘heavy work’. he has a wicked sense of humour, when he’s not loudly making dumb dad jokes and puns. he’s also the guy that stands up to any really difficult customers. he has a group of friends called ‘the chargers’ (you think they’re called ‘the chargers’) and they spend most of the day on the sofas, talking to bull and drinking whatever free coffee he brings them. you’ve never known him to make coffee for anyone other than himself, the chargers or whichever poor soul is stuck behind the counter that day.

blackwall: you thought he was a hipster at first, considering the whole beard thing he has going on. he’s really just a quiet, gruff kinda guy, trying to make a few extra buck. he seems a little out of sorts at haven, what with all the coffee choices and he being a ‘tea, milk, two sugars; ta, love”-kinda guy. you suspect he has a thing for josie as he’s always eager to make her a drink when she comes in.

vivienne: a real connoisseur of coffee. she’s the only one that knows how to make every coffee variation on the menu and also how it should taste, darling. she’s always immaculate and a little intimidating at first, but she’s the one you turn to when bull’s not around when a customer is giving you grief. 

sera: the prankster. you have no idea what sera does outside of work hours. she seems constantly about, either through her actually being there on shift or just in the booby traps she leaves behind. she’s the one who kicked up a stink because the coffeeshop didn’t have wifi and now that it does, spends most of her shift sat up on a counter, watching funny videos on her phone. prank videos are her favourite. she shows them to you sometimes, when you’re not too busy. sometimes, after your shift, you look up on youtube to see if she has uploaded any videos of her pranks from the coffeeshop. of course she has. you just haven’t found them yet. when they eventually go viral, you will…

dorian: with his posh accent and occasional references to boarding school, dorian clearly grew up better than any of you did. despite his education, he’s now working minimum wage as a barista and you learn not to ask about his background. he is however hilarious and his banter with the others has you cracking up all the time. he and solas vie for the title of ‘best coffee artist’. dorian reckons he once made a portrait of himself in a latte, but the customer filed a complaint, seeing as his coffee came to him stone-cold once dorian had finished. 

cole: you wonder just how old cole is. he’s oddly intuitive, doing things that doesn’t quite make any sense at the time, but proves useful later. like that time he stocked the back of the shop up with packets of tissues the week before everyone (and I mean EVERYONE) came down with a cold. he says some strange stuff at times, but he’s haven’s and none of the others will hear a bad thing said about him.

corypheus: the arsehole who opened up a coffee shop opposite to haven. he does whatever he can to try and steal customers and you reckon he once tried to hit you with his car, but maybe he’s just a really shit driver.

RFA vs. snowy days


  • hates going outside because elizabeth is warm and he’d rather be all snug and comfortable
  • at the same time he’s aware that mc doesn’t want to be cooped up for the entire time it is snowing
  • probably recommends going to his classy theatre for movies or going to a fancy place to eat, but mc wants him to try ice skating
  • poor jumin has no idea what on earth mc is talking about. never heard of it, never seen it. “isn’t that dangerous…?”
  • blushes a bit when he sees professional clothing that ice skaters wear (think sparkly skin tight) and imagines mc wearing. plots to get mc to wear one for him
  • jumin is a newborn deer on ice, falls and slips a lot but is too prideful to admit he does.
  • mc’s blurry picture of a falling jumin is the new hot topic in the rfa messenger


  • mc and jaehee spends hours upon hours making hot drinks to try. testing out tea combinations, a new type of coffee using beans they haven’t tried before, some hot chocolate
  • cooped up inside watching zen’s dvds make jaehee’s day all the better. blanket over their laps, drinking and eating homemade but simple meals
  • when jumin calls her in for work (doesn’t even care it’s snowing) mc helps pick out the best clothes to wear for the weather
  • will sometimes send her off, but will always pick her up with a hot drink they can share on the way home.
  • on particularly gloomy, stressful, and cold days, mc secretly invites zen over for the dinner. all three of them cook.


  • even though it’s snowing, he still needs to go to work. mc makes it their mission to pick him up from work so he doesn’t feel lonely coming home
  • mc either forgets the umbrella or a thicker jacket, so zen brings both just in case for the mc
  • continously kisses mc because he doesn’t like that their lips are cold, so he has to ‘warm them up’.
  • tells mc that he could defy the cold whenever they come to see him rehearse. insert cheesy lines about how they are his sun.
  • lets mc use his rat tail has a scarf.
  • cuddle selfies for all to see. says he always looks at them to keep himself warm.


  • spends most of the winter playing LOLOL and doesn’t really notice that mc and him haven’t been doing much together apart from cuddles
  • tries to cook the mc hearty dinners whenever possible to cheer you up
  • on one particular day he sneaks out when mc is busy cooking/resting/keeping warm where he writes ‘i love you’ in big letters in the snow outside, and throws a snowball to get mc’s attention
  • really like chilling at the mall where he can buy game cards for LOLOL where it’s warm - but only for bit, because he starts to get anxious and wants to continue playing soon ; ;
  • always gotta be telling everyone what they’re doing when they do couple things


  • if he’s not holed up inside his room eating honey buddha chips or kidnapping the mc for cuddles, he would probably want to take the mc outside to mess around to spend sometime together
  • piles on so many jackets he looks like a red and yellow puffball
  • and will probably try rolling down a hill and become the biggest snowball in the world
  • runs around the city to other rfa member’s residence to pelt snowballs at their windows. it scares the shit out of yoosung and zen, who thinks its another stalker
  • seven accidentally throws one at mc’s face when they come back after gathering fresh snow
  • their front yard turns into a war zone.
  • messages everyone to come join them
Quiet People ~Sherlock Holmes Imagine~

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“Y/N could do me a favor and grab me a coffee please?” Molly asked with a smile.
“Sure.” I answered quickly and quietly.
I stood up from my desk chair and walked down the long hall. I turned into the break room and grabbed a foam cup. I poured coffee
into the cup, then added two sugars. I grabbed a red straw and began to mix it. I threw the straw away then headed back to my desk.
Before I got to the door, a tall man with brown curly hair walked in.
“Black? 2 sugars? Perfect.” He said as he grabbed the cup out of my hands and took a small sip.
What the hell was that? I stared at him, then turned away to make another coffee.
“I haven’t seen you around here before.” The man stated.
I kept to myself as I added the two sugars and mixed it. I started for the door again when he stopped me again.
“You’re Molly’s assistant. You live alone in an apartment. You’re the type of person to keep to yourself and you’re very quiet.” He
I turned to him with a shocked expression. How did he know all of that? I opened my mouth to speak.
“I deduced it.” He said answering my unasked question.
I closed my mouth and stared at him.
“What’s your name?” He asked.
“Y/N…” I said quietly as I looked down at the ground.
“Well Y/N, I’m Sherlock.” He said looking at me.
I smiled a bit as I kept quiet.
“You really are quiet aren’t you?” He asked.
I nodded. He smiled at me and looked me up and down.
“Sherlock! Where did he bloody run off to this time?” I heard a man’s voice from down the hall say.
“Gotta go. See you around.” He asked with a smile.
I smiled as he walked out of the break room. I grabbed the coffee and walked back to Molly.
A couple weeks passed by and I occasionally saw Sherlock in the break room and in the halls. As time went on, I felt comfortable
enought to actually talk to him. As I headed for the break room one day I stopped at the door when I heard my name come up in a
conversation between Sherlock and another guy.
“Yeah. That Y/N chick is weird though. She’s too quiet and awkward.” I heard a man say.
“The most quiet people are often the most brilliant. Maybe you should try shutting your mouth sometime, might learn a thing or two.”
I heard Sherlock say.  
I heard rustling as the other man stormed out of the room, obviously ticked off. I slowly walked in and looked at Sherlock.
He looked at me and smiled brightly.
“Idiots.” He stated plainly.
I smiled and laughed a bit.
“Thank you……for you know..standing up for me.” I said.
“Don’t mention it. You’re a very brilliant person. He’s was too dumb to see it.” He said.
I looked down at my hands and blushed.
“You’re very sweet Sherlock.” I said looking up at him.
He smiled and leaned down, pressing his lips to my cheek. My face went bright red as he pulled away. He walked out of the room, then turned around and peaked his head into the doorway.  
“I like you.” He said.
“I like you too.” I replied with a smile.
He smiled a bit.
“I’ll see you later? Maybe we could plan something?” He asked sweetly.
I smiled and nodded.
“I’d like that.” I replied.
His face lit up as he winked at me, then walked away.
I never really thought of Sherlock that way, but now….I think I changed my mind.

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Finding Love Over Coffee


Criminal Minds fanfic

Spencer Reid X Reader


It was a beautiful day in Quantico, Virginia. It was a shame you had to work but you didn’t mind. You enjoyed working at the coffee shop near the FBI building. You especially loved when a certain BAU agent came in to order coffee. Of course, you haven’t seen him in days so you hoped today he would walk in.
You were making coffee for a customer, when you heard familiar voices from behind causing you to pause for a moment almost spilling the coffee. Gaining your composure, you turned to see Penelope Garcia and Spencer Reid. You smiled and welcomed them as you brought the customer his coffee.
“Hi (Y/N). How are you doing today?” asked Penelope in her cheery voice.
“Hi. I am doing fine. The usual for you both.”
You knew exactly what they ordered. You were good at memorizing orders for regular customers. Penelope giggled.
“You know us.”
They stood by the counter chatting as you fixed their drinks. You could feel that someone was watching you. You turned to look around and noticed Spencer looking at you. He smiled then turned away. That gesture sent chills down your spine. He is so beautiful. You’ve had a crush on him for some time now. Practically since you first saw him walk into the coffee shop.
You finished their drinks, returned to the counter, and handed the coffees to them. As always you proceeded to make conversation with them.
“How are you both? I haven’t seen you two in a while.”
“We were on a case in Los Angeles. Have you heard of serial killer, Jason Andrews? He had been kidnapping, raping, and killing women for months…”
Spencer rambled on the gory story, which you were half listening to. You were more mesmerized by his eyes, his voice, his presence, more than the story he was telling. You noticed that he stopped talking when Penelope elbowed him.
“I don’t think she wants to hear the details. I’ve heard and seen the photos and I don’t want to hear it.”
“Oh, sorry.”
“That’s okay, Spencer. It sounded terrible.”
‘Oh, goodness. Did I just call him Spencer?’ You thought, looking down at the counter. You have always called him Dr. Reid until now. You glanced up to see him smiling and Penelope giggle.
“Oh, I’m sorry. I meant, Dr. Reid.”
“That’s okay, (Y/N). You can call me Spencer.”
Penelope’s phone rang so she step away to answer it, leaving Spencer at the counter. It felt like we were the only people in the shop at that moment.
Spencer tapped on the counter. He was still smiling, although rather shyly. You felt yourself blushing.
“Ummm…I have been meaning to ask you. I mean, I was wondering if you were free. Ummm, maybe we can have coffee together.”
You couldn’t help but giggle at that even though you were still a bit embarrassed.
“Ummm…sure Spencer. Shall it be here or another coffee shop?”
He giggled.
“Well, I guess here when you’re off that is.”
“Sounds good. Whenever you are free. I know you work a lot. You have to catch those bad guys.”
You felt calmer now that you were joking with him. He seemed calmer as well.
He glanced at Penelope who was giving a thumbs up.
“What time you get off today?”
“3 pm.”
“Great, I’ll come back then. If we have a case come up, I’ll call you.”
“Sounds good.”
You both were smiling. Your boss tapped your shoulder, motioning you to a customer who was waiting.
“Oh, I have to go. Nice chatting with you. I’ll see you later.”
“I look forward to it.”
You walked away feeling giddy. You apologized to the customer then proceeded to take his order. You glanced back to see Penelope and Spencer leaving. Spencer glanced back smiled and waved. You did the same as they walked out the door. You walked to a coffee machine to make the order but silently wishing it was 3 o'clock.
Terena G. Pickett (2017)


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gimme another hot espresso, i’m all jacked up!

My derg Espresso who is a very excitable and coffee addicted girl. I haven’t gened her yet but this is what she’ll look like! There’s just a few color changes like to the orangey color of the cyan skink to match the sunshine contour, since they’re close enough that they could pretty much be the same color. 

what’s this about female fae necks being ugly?

Also technically Inktober day ½! 

Unmedicated Trainer
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  • Client: Okay ...
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Reid : Your name

Spencer Reid x reader

Originally posted by toyboxboy

Plot: you’ve seen the attractive man almost every morning at the coffee shop but you haven’t talked to him and you didn’t even know his name.

Words: 1049

A/N I really enjoyed writing this! Thank you for stopping to read my imagines :D

Your name

“Thank you” you said as you took the coffee cup.

It was your routine that you went to the coffee shop before your work. Your office was near here and you still had about 30 minutes before the work started so you decided to drink your coffee here. When you sat down on the table alone, you saw the man sitting next to your table. You didn’t even know his name but you’ve seen him almost every day. You thought his work was near here too. You couldn’t deny that he’s attractive.

At the moment, Spencer was sitting on the table with his coffee and reading the newspaper. When he looked up from the newspaper, he saw the beautiful lady sitting next to his table. The reason why he came to this coffee shop is not only because he liked the coffee here but also he could see the lady. But he didn’t even know her name and he’s never talked to her.

When you finished your coffee, you stood up and looked at the man. To your surprise, your eyes met his. You quickly looked away and blushed a bit. You threw the cup away and headed to your office. Spencer’s heart started beating fast when his eyes met yours.

Time passed and Spencer started some paperworks of the last case the team had. Within 1 minute, Morgan sat down on his own desk.

“Morning pretty boy” he said and smiled.

Spencer looked up to see him and smiled awkwardly. Morgan noticed something’s happening.

“What’s wrong Reid?”

“Nothing….? But can I ask you a question?” he said to Morgan.

“Go ahead”

“What would you do if you….find someone attractive?” he said.

A smirk spread across Morgan’s face.

“Do you have any particular girl?” he asked.

“No!” Reid answered quickly.

“…..yes” he told the truth.

“Who’s that Reid? Is she here? Is she an agent too?” Morgan asked curiously and smirked wildly.

“N-no she’s not an agent. To be honest, I really don’t know where she works at and her name either” he let out a sigh.

“Then where did you meet her?” Morgan asked.

“At the coffee shop” he said.

“Alright kid. Next time you will see her, go talk to her about something interesting” he advised.

“Like the theory of relativity?” he asked as he looked up.

“What? No absolutely no. Like….something she has! Books, magazines, newspapers or anything like that” he said proudly.

“Okay” Reid nodded.

“Good luck kid” Morgan said and winked at him.

Next morning, Spencer left home as usual and headed to the coffee shop. He quickly ordered his coffee and was served. He looked around with the coffee in his hand and found you sitting on the table with the book in your hands. He recognised the book you were reading because it was written by David Rossi. He took a deep breath and decided to talk to you.

“It’s the great book isn’t it?” he said quickly.

You looked up from the book and found out who was talking to you. To your surprise, it was the man you found attractive.

“I bet it is but I just started” you said and smiled at him awkwardly.

“Oh” he said and felt embarrassed a bit.

“So you like books?” you asked him because you didn’t want to stop this conversation.

“Y-yeah you too?” he said.

“Yes. Um would you like to sit here?” you asked him and pointed at the chair in front of you.

“Sure” he said and sat down quickly, putting down his coffee on the table as you saw his move.

There was a long silence between you two. Spencer was thinking how to continue the conversation with you. He remembered what Morgan told you and he was thinking about the book you had.

“Are you interested in those books? I mean….books about serial killers?” he thought this question sounded weird a bit after he asked.

“Actually y-yes. I know it’s crazy but….yes” you said shyly.

You thought you should have brought this book today because it’s about serial killers. You thought he might think it’s weird and crazy to read these kind of books. But you can’t deny that you liked them.

“Me too” he said and you were surprised.

“Actually I work at FBI” he added.

You opened your mouth wide because you were surprised by it. ‘He works at FBI? But he doesn’t look like an agent’ you thought.

“S-so are you an agent?” you asked him being confused.

“N-no I’m a doctor” he said and smiled a bit.

“Oh that makes sense” you said laughing slightly.

“What about you…….” he mumbled because he realised he had not asked your name yet.

“I’m Y/N and I’m a lawyer” you said smiled.

“Oh that’s cool” he said and nodded.

“Thank you….Spencer” you said smiling.

He smiled and looked down for a bit before he decided his mind.

“Y/N would you….would you like to go out with me? like….having coffee or…..” he said looking at you shyly.

You looked at him and started giggling. He frowned his eyebrows and had no idea why you were giggling.

“I’m sorry” he said sadly.

“N-no Spencer! I’d love to but I just thought…..we’re already having coffee together” you said.

“O-oh!” he said and laughed along with you.

“So….how about dinner?” you said biting your lip because of nervous.

“S-sure” he said and smiled at you.

You quickly pulled out a piece of paper from your bag and wrote down your number.

“So call me…..please?” you said shyly as you gave him the paper.

“I will Y/N” he said as he took the paper from you.

You smiled yourself and tried to leave there to the work. Spencer was looking at the paper and still sitting down. But suddenly he looked up from it.

“Y/N” he called out and you turned back to him.

“Yes?” you smiled.

“H-how did you know my name?” he asked curiously.

You giggled and pointed at his coffee. He looked at it and found out his name was on it. You couldn’t help but smile because you were excited to see Spencer again.

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Sam let out a yawn as he typed away on his laptop.

Researching for a case wasn’t what he wanted to do on a Friday night. Like going on a date with you.

“Here’s your coffee cutie” you said, as you placed the cup next to him.

“Thanks babe, you’re a life saver” Sam sighed, as he picked it up. His eyes still glued to the laptop screen.

“So, what have you found out so far?” you asked, as you sat next to him. Taking a sip of your coffee.

“Victims camped at this special spot, kissing spot, then get taken away” Sam explained, picking up the cup of coffee.

“So a wendigo?” you asked, as Sam put his coffee down.

“You haven’t let me finished yet. Their bodies are found naked and in the water, naked.” Sam explained, as he took hold of your hand.

“So a pissed of spirit is haunting the forest, that sounds like a great getaway” you grumbled, making Sam smile.

“I’m sorry that our date got cancelled tonight” Sam apologised.

“Things happen” you mumbled, as you looked down at your coffee.

“Yeah, but tonight was meant to be special” Sam sighed, taking hold of your other hand.

“Sam anything with you is special” you confessed.

“I just, you deserve so much” Sam sighed.

“Tell me what would have happened?” you asked, making Sam smile.

“Well, firstly I would complement how beautiful you look, then we’d walk hand in hand to this amazing diner, we’d eat until we can’t fit, and then we would star gaze. Your head resting on my chest, as our fingers are intertwined” Sam babbled, smiling sincerely.

“Sounds romantic” you mumbled. Sam let go of your hands.

“Then I’d do this” Sam said, as his hand rested on your cheek.

His lips touching yours lightly.

“That’s my boy” Dean hollered, making you and Sam pull away from each other.

Sam gave Dean a bitch face, as Dean put the bags of food on the table, pulling out his chair and sitting down. Taking out a burger and shoving it in his mouth.

“So what did I miss? Besides you two kissing each other?” Dean asked, food falling out of his mouth.

“I’m going for a shower” you mumbled, as you got up, walking out of the room.

“Nice ass” Dean commented, making Sam glare at him.

“What?” Dean asked, as he took a fry out of the bag and ate it.

“Jerk” Sam grumbled.

“Bitch” Dean shot back.

“Aren’t you going to tell me what you found out?” Dean asked, as Sam got up.

“Find out yourself” Sam grumbled, as he walked out of the room.

“Use a condom” Dean shouted.


“To bad it isn’t a girl frat house were going to” you teased, as Dean, as he turned into a retirement home.

“Hey the ladies still love me when they are in their golden age” Dean exclaimed, making you let out a chuckle.

“Yeah, whatever you say Romeo” you teased, as Dean parked the impala.

“Yeah, well if I’m Romeo your my Juliet” Dean flirted, making your heart beat faster.

“In your dreams lover boy” you said, as you hoped out of the impala.

“So, if we spilt up. We can finish up quickly” you said, as you and Dean made your way into the retirement home.

“Or we could interview them together” Dean said.

“And see you flirt with woman who are older than you no thanks” you grumbled, as you walked up to the receptions.

Dean still standing near the entrance.

“I can see you love her or you want to” an old woman said.

“Shit” Dean sweared, as he turned around.

“Language” the old woman grumbled.

“What, no, were just friends” Dean argued.

“Not from what I saw” the old woman grumbled.

“I’d doubt she feels the same way, she’s one of those girls that want her first of everything to be romantic” Dean sighed.

“Well, I think she loves you just as much as you love her. So are you going to ask me questions about the strange accidents that are occurring here or are you going to daydream about that girl?” the old woman grumbled.

“What? Uh yeah” Dean mumbled.


Dean smiled as you come out the building. Walking towards the impala

“Guess what?” you said, happily, as you got into the impala.

“What?” Dean asked, as he smiled at you.

“I think I found our perpetrator who committed these crimes. It’s this old woman who is super creepy even her room is creepy and get this the security guard gave me access to the surveillance cameras and she’s in very frame standing over them” you rambled.

Dean let a small chuckle making you frown.

“It’s not funny Dean this is serious” you grunted.

“I know but you’re cute when you’re rambling” Dean said, making you blush.

“We should get to the motel, tell Sam” you muttered, as Dean kept staring at you.

“Or we could do this” Dean said, as he leaned closer to you, until his lips pressed against yours.

“Why did you do that?” you asked, pulling away from Deans lips.

Instead of answering you Dean kissed you again. Your hands cupping his cheeks.


You let out a content sigh as your back hit the mattress. You got the whole bunker to yourself.

Dean and Sam were out on some hunt that you weren’t allowed to go on.

“Hello (y/n)” Cas greeted, making you let out a scream.

“You scared me” you sighed, as you sat up.

“Sorry” Cas apologised as he sat at the edge of your bed.

“Did Sam and Dean send you to babysit me?” you asked.

“Yes” Cas replied, making you let out a grunt.

“Fine we can have a movie marathon” you sighed, as you got up, nearly half way out your door.

“Where are you going?” Cas asked, as he stood up.

“To go make popcorn” you answered.

“Did you pick a movie?” you asked, as you walked into your room, setting the popcorn down on your nightstand.

“(y/n), there’s something I need to confess to you” Cas said, as you set your laptop on the edge of the bed.

“Shoot” you mumbled, as you put the disc into disc drive.

“Well, Dean and Sam didn’t really tell me to babysit you. I just wanted to be with you” Cas confessed.

“Okay” you said, as you plopped down next to him.

“(y/n), I like you” Cas confessed.

“I like you too Cas” you replied, smiling at him

“No I mean like like, I love you” Cas responded, making your mouth fall open.

“What?” you said, sitting up.

“You don’t love me like I love you” Cas muttered, as he looked down at his lap. A sad expression on his face.

“You love me, like love love?” you ask, as you grabbed his hand, intertwining your fingers with his.

“Yes” Cas said, looking you’re your intertwined hands

“Wow” you said.

“I should go” Cas grumbled, as he tried to get up.

“No Cas, don’t, I love you too” you confessed, making Cas look at you.

“Really?” Cas ask, cupping your cheeks.

“Truly, now kiss me” you replied, making Cas smile.

Cas pressed his lips against yours, kissing you with passion.

Your hands resting against his neck, as his thumbs stroked your cheek.

today & this weekend:

+ I made the kids green, purple, and pink pancakes
+ it’s snowing and they’re in a good mood
+ which puts me in a good mood
+ I’m going to Starbucks to get a coffee bc I haven’t had coffee since Monday
+ I might take the kids to Jump Street bc it always wears them out and they love it
+ my nanny family is flying out to Florida tomorrow through Tuesday so I get a couple of extra days off
+ I’m working out with my bestie today
+ I’m having a delicious dinner with a bunch of friends
+ I’m seeing my best friend tomorrow morning
+ I get to eat and drink and take her to cool places for two days
+ my sisters birthday is Sunday so mom and I are gonna drive up and see her and meet her new boyfriend
+ I have a doctors appointment Monday and hopefully get a surgery scheduled

This weekend is going to be A++++

Bruce Wayne - This is serious!

Prompt 46 - You slapped me

“Me?! Overdramatic?”


You tried your hardest not to giggle and keep up the act.

“Bruce! This is serious!”

He rolled his eyes from inside the newspaper

“Yes dear.”


He sighed before setting it down and looking into your eyes “Y/N “

“How am I being overdramatic?!” Bruce watched his significant other wave their hands around and yell. He would of course be taking this seriously if it weren’t for the glint in their eyes that they couldn’t hide.

“I’m sorry, you were saying?” He sipped on his coffee

“Oh so you haven’t been listening?” You accused him

“Sorry, my mind’s been pre occupied.”

“Bruce!” You moved over to him and put your arms around him

“It’s been a month since we’ve had sex, I need you. Please.” You moaned into his ear.

He didn’t budge “I’ve been busy, and it’s been not even 30 minutes since we climbed off of eachother Y/N.”

“You’re having an affair, I knew it.” You wailed dramatically

Bruce chuckled drinking his coffee “Oh no my secrets out. I do confess I have been sleeping with (Your superhero name)”

You gasped “The shame! How can I show my face in public now?! How could you?” You lightly slapped his arm.

Bruce put down his cup and turned to face you, eyes wide with shock.

“You slapped me.”

“It wasn’t a proper one.” You rubbed the area where you hit and he clutched it yelling in pain.

“This is serious Y/N.”

“Oh shit Bruce!” You grew concerned you had forgotten he had been out on patrol before coming in but there was no visible injury.
He stood up and looked seriously at your concerned face before walking away.

“I’m sorry.” You yelled out, you stomach dropped, Bruce’s silence could mean a lot of things but because you hadn’t seen the smirk on his face as he walked away you felt sick. You figured you’d talk later, there was no point when he was brooding.

You returned to your coffee cup and heard the entrance to the Batcave open. Great, now that just confirmed the bad mood he was in you thought before reading the headlines on the paper.
After putting down the newspaper you jumped at the sight of a figure in the room.

“Fuck sakes Bruce.” You put your hand on your heart

“I’m Batman.”

“Well Batman can you please tell Bruce how sorry I am for taking my playing around too far.” You apologised

Batman shook his head

“I’m sorry, your husband asked specifically for justice to be carried out. There’s no way you can get out of this.” He said seriously but you couldn’t help but smirk

“We can do requests now? Can you please keep (Your superhero name) away from my husband?”

“I can’t promise anything but I’ll have a word with them.” He said closing the distance between you.

“Now it’s time for your punishment.” He said huskily before picking you up and carrying you in a fireman’s lift.

“What’s my punishment Batman?” You asked pretending to be scared.

He slapped your ass in response causing you to squeal and continued on his way to your bedroom.

I love modern au. Thank you for this request!

Thranduil leant against his kitchen counter and continued to stare at you like you belonged behind bars for a further three minutes. “For gods sake! It not that weird!” He raised an eyebrow and you huffed folding your arms over your chest. “You’re not seeing it from my point of view then.” He quipped and turned around to face his coffee machine. “You haven’t answered.”

“I haven’t decided.” It wasn’t strange to ask him to be your fake fiancé so you could get free stuff. If anything it was a perfectly reasonable request. Perching on the edge of one of the stools on the island you kept your mouth shut. He had turned back around holding an espresso with a look of deep concentration resting on his face. It was an expression you were highly familiar with, after all being the boss of Mirkwood Industries held a lot of responsibility and it was rare that he didn’t look deep in thought. He was an icon of sorts, and he damn well knew it too.

“I have conditions.” He stated and you smiled in excitement and scrambled up from the stool and hurled yourself into his arms. “Thank you!” He quickly drank his espresso and awkwardly patted your back. “Conditions are as follows: you tell no one…oh I guess that’s all I’m concerned about.”

“Thranduil you’re the best! I knew you’d pull through.” He rolled his eyes. “I don’t even know why you want to do it, the free stuff isn’t worth having.”

“Okay then you’re not allowed to take anything if it’s so rubbish.”

“Oh no!” He clutched his chest and dramatically threw the back of his hand over his forehead. “You’re such a drama queen, it’s tomorrow so make sure you look the part.” He gestured to the expensive suit he currently had on. It was a three piece and dark grey, fitted and showed off some great features. For example those trousers cupped his ass so perfectly every time he walked past you had to pinch it. “That’s too showy, and it’s best you don’t get recognised all sorts of rumours would fly around, the notorious bachelor is getting married to a common wench! I can see it now!” He scoffed. “They wouldn’t call you a common wench…just a wench.” He started to chuckle and you glared at him. “This wench is your best worker so you better stop talking before you lose me.” He loosened his tie and took off his jacket so he could roll his shirt sleeves up, his amazing forearms now on show.

“Once you’ve stopped admiring me are you going to help cook? We are after all getting married.” It was ritual on a Wednesday night that you ate at his. It was the one day in the week you both finished quite late and there was only so much takeout you could stomach in a week so it was now a thing that you cook with him. Sighing you stood up and padded over to your bag which was occupying the space by the cooker and pulled out the bottle of wine you had brought earlier in prep for the occasion. “What are we eating tonight?” You asked standing beside him. Usually it was something elaborate and fancy but all his had out in front of him was spaghetti. “What poor service.” You commented and he swatted you away. “Just go over there and wash the tomatoes. Don’t start getting all judgemental I make a great spaghetti Bolognese.” Mimicking him you turned on the tap and started your job.
The next morning you groaned as your alarm went off. Full of food and wine sleep came very easy when you had arrived home, however the waking up part always caught you out. You were up earlier than usual anyway, if you wanted the best freebies you had to get there first. Couples could be ruthless. Even with that knowledge the warmth of your bed was too comfy and you pulled the duvet higher. Unfortunately for you there was a knock at the door, ignoring it you continued to lie there. Another knock. It was usually your neighbour, your mail always ended up with his. He’d post it if you didn’t answer. A few moments later there was frantic knocking and you groaned loudly throwing the blanket from off you and angrily stormed to your front door. Swinging it open you were surprised to see Thranduil standing there dressed and ready holding a bag and a bottle of champagne. “You have a key why did you knock?!”

“It’s in my pocket and my hands are full, why aren’t you ready?” Stamping your foot out of annoyance you stalked away to the bathroom. You had been friends with him for just over two years now and there had been many instances that you had both kept forgetting your keys so you agreed you’d both have a copy of the others in a state of emergency.

Of course the main use was when the other wanted food but was too lazy to shop. Your friendship with him however you knew would last a lifetime. After you’d showered and got dressed you walked into the kitchen and pointed to the champagne. “Good you’re ready, oh that? What’s wrong with having mimosas with breakfast?” Ah that explained what was in the bag he had held up. “How do you know I have orange juice?” You sat at the table and he put your plate in front of you followed by your drink. “Because you took it from mine.”

“Oh yeah.” Fed and watered you both headed to door and Thranduil grabbed your hand. “What?” He just looked at you and slid a ring on your finger before slipping past you. Looking down to your left hand you ran your thumb over the beautiful diamond that rested in the centre. “Where did you get this?” You breathed looking in awe. “We’re engaged you need to look the part.” He mumbled. He had dressed down too, fitted dark washed jeans, a crisp white shirt and a long black overcoat. He looked as charming as ever and you swooned a little inside.
“It’s huge.” He whispered as you entered the bridal show. Couples were bustling past various papers and invitation samples clutched in their hands, eyes wide with excitement. “Okay. Shall we?” He asked stretching out his hand and you entwined your fingers with his. Staff of the venue were walking around with prosecco resting on trays. You both took a glass and started towards the first table.

“Welcome! I see you’re interested in what flowers you’d like for the big day?” You squeezed Thranduil’s hand and he smiled up at the lady behind the table. “Yes, we just can’t seem to agree!” You said throwing your free hand up in a whatcanyoudo motion. Thranduil dropped your hand wrapped his arm around your shoulders and pulled you close to him and you caught the scent of his aftershave. “I did tell her I’d be happy with whatever she chose!” The lady cooed and you felt your cheeks heat up slightly. “Well these are a few examples of what we offer, consider them mini bouquets” looking over at the selection of flowers you spotted a bunch that would sit nicely in that new jar you brought…in fact if you put lights in the bigger jar and then the flowers in the smaller one it would look great on the coffee table. You picked them up and feigned concentration. “These are beautiful, what do you think?” Thranduil nodded. “I think whatever you hold won’t match up to how gorgeous you are love, but those are a close second.”

“Oh isn’t he just wonderful! Have you picked your colour scheme?”

“Not yet, it’s a difficult decision because we have to match everything else to a chosen colour…” You went to put them down. “I don’t know whether these would match.” The lady placed her hand over yours and gave you her card. “Listen, You take that bunch and you can compare it with the colours, if it suits fabulous. Get in touch and we’ll sort it, if not still let us know and we can talk again.”

“That’s very generous thank you, I wish I could give her everything she desires.” Thranduil was dishing it out, it wasn’t fair he got all the approving looks. Leaning up you kissed his cheek. “You have. I only desire you.” Something flashed across his eyes but you couldn’t quite work out the emotion. “I can’t wait to hear from you two, what a loving couple! Most stand here arguing.”

“Oh we have our moments, but I love her, regardless when she moans about my cooking.” You glared up at him and before you could start throwing abuse about what he does, he was suddenly leaning down and briefly pressed his lips to yours. It was over almost instantly but you still stood looking up at him in shock.

“That’s how I get out of our arguments.” He winked and the lady laughed waving you off as she began talking to other couples. “So that’s free flowers, you know those jars you brought? They’d look quite nice in them.” He said casually and you nodded suddenly remembering your purpose here was to get free stuff, not to actually be romantic with your boss/friend. So it made sense that he didn’t mention the kiss. Quite a few people surrounded you and it a struggle to get to the next table. You pressed yourself in his side and without looking down at you he wrapped his arm around your waist and held you close. Grateful, you sighed and spotted the cake table. “Over there!” You said and Thranduil looked in the direction you were pointing and guided you through the crowd. Clutching your flowers you finally made it to the table and was greeted by two broad smiling men.

“Hi!” The one said a little too cheery. You smiled and looked at the array of small cake samples. The other man started to talk and you picked up a piece and shoved it in your mouth. “Oh my god, Thranduil you have to try that!”

“Erm, Mam…we usually give a run through of the options and-”

“I’ll stop you right there. I like to taste and then choose. Whatever flavour I like will do. Are these all the samples?” Thranduil stifled his laugh and picked up what looked like chocolate cake and ate it. “Mmm I not keen on that one. Too much chocolate.” He stated and the two men exchanged unsure glances. He held a piece out to you to try but in a way that meant you had to take from his hand using your mouth. Raising an eyebrow you leant over and took notice of the amusement twinkling in his eye. The hosts of this table were clearly uncomfortable and kept trying to talk about what they offer. “I’m afraid we’re going to have to ask you to stop eating the samples…you see, we only brought a limited number…”

“Thank you for your time we’ll be in touch, is this your card?” You picked it up and stuffed it in your pocket as you and Thranduil quickly started to grab the mini cakes and darted through the crowd as the two men yelled after you. Laughing Thranduil grabbed your hand and guided you to a clearing against on of the sides. “I can’t believe you did that!” He said. Stuffing more cake into your mouth you shrugged. “It’s delicious, I feel bad though I might send them a sorry note.” Thranduil placed his hand over yours and guided it to his mouth so he could take a bite. You blushed as he did so, even more as his tongue ran over his lower lip. “Maybe we should order a cake.”

“A random wedding cake?”

“It lasts for ages.” He commented flagging down a waiter and taking two glasses of prosecco, swapping your empty glasses for full ones. Another couple breathlessly came out of the crowd and stood beside you. “It’s manic!” The woman said clutching her fiancé’s arm. Her eyes travelled to you and Thranduil and caught sight of your ring. “Oh my god! May I?” She asked pointing to your hand. Wiping icing sugar from off your mouth you nodded and stretched out your arm and the woman ooed and ahhed over it, nudging her partner to look. “It’s stunning.” Thranduil slid his arm around your waist and smilied lazily. “I wanted to find a ring that was as magnificent as she was.” The woman smiled sweetly and held her hand out to you. Frowning it took a moment to realise she was showing you her ring. “Oh!” You said and looked down. It was a simple silver band with a beautiful delicate pearl as the stone. “Lovely!” You concluded, unsure how you should be reacting. Were brides to be usually over dramatic about others rings? Were you supposed to scream a little and exclaim how clearly she was loved? Judging by the smug look on her face you had done enough to satisfy her. “Isn’t it? Oh he proposed in the most wonderful way, tell them Daniel.” He hadn’t been listening and looked blankly at her. “Well go on!” She said with a shrilly laugh and patted his chest. Thranduil nudged you slightly and you tried not to laugh. “I didn’t hear what you-”

“How you proposed!” She snapped. “ were in a restaurant and she ordered a dessert-”

“No you’re telling it wrong! Ugh, never mind I’ll tell it. He took me to the beach didn’t you darling?” He went to reply but she continued to talk and he again lost interest and looked back out to the crowd. “It’s the quaintest beach, we go there nearly every Sunday for brunch, so it was hardly strange when he had asked me to go on this particular Sunday. I ordered the profiteroles and he had…oh what was it Daniel?”


“You’re dessert! Oh wait it was the lemon tart!” She let out another painful laugh. “When it was served beside it on the plate was the ring would you believe!”

“Oh I’m believing it” you said and Thranduil quickly took a mouthful of his drink. “He got down on one knee and I hadn’t noticed the ring yet so I was very confused and oh how we laughed.” It was very difficult picturing Daniel laughing he looked like a sad puppy who had just been abandoned. It took a few moments to realise that she had finished the story. “Oh! That’s sounds…so dreamy!”

“It was. Wasn’t it darling?”


“What about you two? How did he propose?” Thranduil choked on his drink and started to cough. You tensed up and smiled looking up at him. “Well he er…er…” You both stared at each other for a second and he began talking. “It was a bit unorthodox. We have a ritual every week on a Wednesday we go to the the others place for dinner.”

“We work together and Wednesday is a day we both work late.” You added. “Oh so you started out as friends?!”

“Yes. We did, we were on the couch one night and I have brought the ring months before it was just so difficult picking the right moment, you hear of all these fairy tale ways and anything I thought of seemed inadequate.”

“You sound as though you thought very har-”

“Shhhhh!!” You said frowning turning your attention back to Thranduil, you wanted to hear this! He gave you a look and you turned to face her again “sorry I just get really into reliving it.”

“I understand I-”

“Shhh!” You said again and gestured for him to continue. “I did think about a lot, considered the options. It just didn’t seem right doing it the stereotypical way, in a restaurant, on the beach, violin playing…” He paused and judging by his expression he realised he had described their engagement. In an effort to save him from embarrassment he rambled on and focused his attention on you. “We were just sat there on the couch, my fingers found hers and I just slipped the ring on, didn’t say anything. She in turn looked at me as though I was crazy.” His eyebrows raised ever so slightly and you found yourself smiling. “What is this? She had asked and I just shrugged. ‘Do you really want me to do it properly?’ Was my reply. I just got abuse that she hadn’t even said yes and yet the ring remained on her finger the whole time. Of course I had additions to the plan, agreeing that she made a fair point I beckoned her to follow me to the rooftop. It’s like a garden up there.”

“Most of our nights are spent up there.” You said absentmindedly. “I managed to get it all lit up with little lights and lanterns, candles dotted around.”

“I hate that”

“Except that you don’t. I know…knew you loved that stuff. Even though you deny it. So amidst the lights and the stars and the sounds of the city and I asked her properly. I even got down on one knee. Gave her a beautifully well thought out declaration of my love for her.” His eyes didn’t move away from yours once as he told the fake story, you lapped up all of it. “I would love to hear that speech again.” The woman hummed and clasped her hands together. “How delightful! You two really are very much in love! How did the speech go?”

“Wonderful.” You said. “I jumped on him after, laughing. Couldn’t believe he had asked.” You dropped your glass and caught in the moment of the false romance you threw yourself at him, arms sliding over his shoulders and you kissed him, and he eagerly kissed back. For a brief few moments you had forgot everything. Pulling away from him he still held your gaze and it had seemed the couple had disappeared into the crowd. Thranduil cleared his throat and you awkwardly rubbed the back of your head. “Er…more free stuff?” You asked clutching the flowers and he nodded once. “You never did tell me where you got the ring from?”

“I probably tell you one day.” He mumbled in reply looking down at the floor. The atmosphere between you both had shifted, not quite uncomfortable but it was borderline.

Once you had ransacked all the various stalls you had an armful of stuff. Business cards, mini centrepiece ideas, different favour ideas, glossy card for invitations, different sweets, ribbon strands to hold rings together. The list went on. The whole time you had both managed to power through with the couple facade, laughing together, small glances in the others direction, hand holding, broad smiles. For the most part it didn’t feel like acting, it did feel as though you were actually planning your wedding with him. As you stepped outside you started to put the various items into your bag and Thranduil held his arms up “well, there you go.”

“Thank you for playing your part very well.” He bowed slightly. “Of course.” A strained pause. “So I guess I should head back!”

“Yeah! Yeah…I have some work I should be finishing..” He said. You took a small step away from him and he pointed over his shoulder. “I mean I wouldn’t mind having a coffee though..first…if you wanted to?” You took a step back towards him. “I mean yeah I don’t have plans.” He smiled at you, it was only a small upturn at the corner of his lips but made you feel strangely warm. “I got some new flavours ft my machine if you wanted to try them?” You nodded a little too enthusiastically. “Saves spending!” The journey back to his place went smoothly, you two had fallen back into your usual behaviour and it was as though that passionate kiss had never happened. You used your key to his place to get in and threw your bag down on the counter. “I got more than I expected.”

“I think we should’ve took more cake.”

“Thranduil come one? Those guys were about ready to call security on us!” He chuckled to himself. “The way you picked them up and ran off…” You blushed out of embarrassment. “They looked annoyed!” You said defensively. “So the best option was to take as many samples as you could?”

“Oh shut up and make the drink! I’ll be on the roof.” You stormed to the staircase that led to the roof and as the door opened took a gulp of air. There was a slight breeze and you wrapped your hands around your arms and looked around. In your minds eye you could envision Thranduil’s proposal that he had explained and you smiled. Sitting crossed legged on the bench that was perched between a few plants you adjusted the cushions and looked out at the view. The sky was looking less blue and took a more pinkish hue as the sun began to sink behind the buildings as though it was drifting off slowly to sleep. You hadn’t even heard Thranduil come up, it wasn’t until he held your mug in front of your face that you jumped to attention and accepted it. “Thanks.” He sat beside you and you pulled your knees to your chest and leant into him. “That proposal…”


“Yes. Very. Thranduil…that was more than on the spot thinking wasn’t it?”

“I assure you I’m just quick on my feet.” You nodded. If that’s what he said, you wasn’t prepared to push him. A couple of minutes went by and he placed his cup down on the table in front of you. “Actually…” You turned to face him and placed your cup beside his. “What?”

“I’ve thought about nothing for the past year than what it would be like to be with you. Not just as friends or colleagues. But with you. Sometimes my thoughts got the better of me and I could picture how I would propose but I couldn’t imagine you having those feelings towards me..” You stared at him wide eyed. The notorious Thranduil, essentially royalty in the world of business was currently declaring his feelings for you? “That ring, I brought it last year. I did have intentions of asking you out and inevitably I knew I wanted to be with you for more than just a fling. I just saw it and couldn’t help thinking how perfect it would look on your hand and I just brought it and-”

“Thranduil. Shut. Up. You had me at hello.”

“I didn’t say hello?”

“You just did. You have me.” He started to laugh and you joined in at the ridiculousness of your attempt to rip off a line from a movie. “Thranduil I’m being serious though.” You leant forward and cupped his face. “You have me.” He looked confused and you brushed your thumb against his jaw. “Granted its a little scary the idea that you were so certain you wanted to be with me…are you? Are you certain?”

“Did you not just listen when I told you I brought that ring for you?”

“I like hearing it” he gave you a look and slipped his hands either side of your face and you moved yours to the back of his neck, your fingers running through his hair. “I’m certain that I want to be with you.” He pressed his lips to yours and your heart rate increased immediately. This was dangerous territory from friends to lovers..and yet you didn’t feel scared you felt excited. “You kissed me…” You whispered as he rested his forehead against yours. “I’ve kissed already today.”

“But you properly kissed me.” He pulled you into a hug. “I don’t want to mess this up, are you sure this is something you want?” He said softly, worry in his voice. You held onto him and buried your face in his chest. “I want this. Thranduil I really want this. I don’t want to mess it up either.”

“So no fooling around we take this seriously? This isn’t a fling.” You looked up at him and kissed him lightly. “Well some fooling around..” You said grabbing onto his shirt collar. “You know what I meant.” He said eyes blown wide with lust. “I know that look. Don’t you dare start teasing me.” He warned. You pouted slightly and he started to kiss your neck. “Do you want take my words literally?” You gasped and struggled to get words out. Shaking your head he bit down and ran his tongue over the now bruising skin. “Ahh!” He grinned against your skin and you tugged on his hair slightly. “Okay you made your point!” You said giggling. He looked up at you and he chased your lips for another kiss. “Can I stay with you tonight?” You asked. “I want you to stay with me..” It was as though he caught himself before finishing that sentence. It was the start of unknown territory for you both. So with a nervous unsure look and an excited smile it began.