#anyway I work tomorrow so I told him I'd be prepared to have a conversation about this tomorrow

[sibyl-of-space]

call from unknown number with local area code

answer in case it's a job offer from local homeless shelter (I know they're at the stage of calling my references)

it's the CFO from the job I gave notice at 2 weeks ago asking if I can stay longer on any terms I name because my new manager just quit cold turkey

happy wednesday gamers,

[reptisoil]

Pros of not Sleeping || Stephen Strange x GN!reader ||

Summary: When Stephen finds sleeping hard one night, he decides the library is the best place to cure his ailment. Apparently, someone else had a similar problem.

Warnings: None

As Stephen turned over in his very comfortable bed, he sighed, wondering if this position would finally able him to sleep. He wasn't hopeful as he'd been on this journey since 9 pm and it was currently 1:35 am of the next day but he wasn't going to give up yet!

Stephen had this mindset until 2 am when he promptly got up, threw on a shirt and sweatpants, and trotted to the library. Some light reading would help, it was his go-to option for nights like these. What he saw when he walked in was a fellow sorcerer at the Sanctum, Y/n. He didn't know them well but they would nod when they saw each other and would help the other in training.

"Hey, didn't expect anyone else to be awake, nonetheless in the library, at this hour," He paused to walk over to the table they were sat at, "This seat taken?"

"For you? Never." Y/n looked up from the book they had their nose in. No doubt something Stephen had read at least two times but he asked about it anyways. This sparked a longer conversation about the mystic arts and eventually that led to Stephen's question he'd been wanting to ask for a while now. "So, what brought you to Kamar-Taj. Everyone knows my story but I'm happy to regale it to you again if that'll help you share yours?"

Y/n chuckled, the book was long forgotten and sadly doggy-eared (something Y/n did very reluctantly, it pained them), "No, no, that's okay. Um, I don't like to talk about it much but um, sure, I'll tell you."

As Y/n spoke their story, Stephen couldn't help but notice their eyes.. 'What a lovely shade.' He thought to himself as he studied the rest of Y/n's face. Once done, they looked at him, previously they had been staring at the table, watching as Stephen's scared hands and fingers interlocked on top of the table, the shaking still noticeable but not as much due to the table stabilizing them.

This little library meeting turned into a regular thing between the two sorcerers. They'd meet in the book-filled room and talk for hours and soon became extremely close. One day, Stephen worked up the courage to ask them on a date. He realized that he was ready to be in a relationship and the other person in said relationship should be Y/n.

So when he walked into the library and saw them with the plan in mind, his practiced speech went out the window. Their hair was perfect, the light of the room hitting their eyes just right, and the clothing they wore fit them perfectly. He sighed, sitting and crossing his hands on the table in front of them, "Hi Y/n."

They didn't look up so he assumed they were just about to finish a chapter or page or something so he let them be. After a few minutes, the page flipped, and a bookmark was placed on the new page as it closed. Y/n set the book aside and looked at their fellow sorcerer, "Hello Stephen. You sounded like you needed to ask me something, what's up?"

"Alright, welp, I did have a plan and speech prepared but then I saw you and you looked perfect. That might sound weird, let me try again. Will you get coffee with me tomorrow? Doesn't have to be coffee, hot chocolate is good too, tea also, whatever you please, it's on me if you say yes." Stephen got less and less confident as he spoke but the smile that morphed into a grin on Y/n's face told him he was about to be happy or very sad.

"I'd love to go get a hot drink with you, Stephen. Thanks for finally asking, I thought I'd have to here soon." The two chuckled and for the first time in a long while, Stephen got a good night's sleep that night.

BONUS:

"HHM, HOT!" Stephen yelped, sat across from him was his date, Y/n. They looked at him with a blank face, "No shit, Sherlock."

[oveliagirlhaditright]

Why We Fight

Summary: Somewhere down the line, Yukari realizes that while Makoto is always there for her and S.E.E.S., maybe they don't always lend a shoulder for him. Wanting to fix that, the two of them have a conversation that details what exactly happened to the leader of S.E.E.S. parents... and it not only helps her understand Makoto better, but maybe this world she lives in, too, with its constant push and pull.

Yukari was… well, to put it bluntly, she was embarrassed about her relationship with Yuki-kun and how it had developed.

She could overlook the rumors that had started about them at school when they first met, when he had first joined S.E.E.S.… but Yukari still hated that he had gotten hurt because of her, since she'd been too much of a coward to use an evoker at the beginning. And don't even get her started on that whole freaking shower situation in Tartarus!

But now, despite everything, the two of them were friends—and maybe getting close to becoming something more; Yukari wanted to believe it was something more, anyway—but it seemed that whenever they were together, something happened to make her seem like a basket case to Makoto: as if he hadn't seen enough of that side of her already.

And there was a weird part of Yukari that worried that he thought she didn't value him before they started hanging-out, as if his time as their leader—and even their hug—meant nothing to her.

"Sheesh, Yukari," the teen whispered to herself as she set about cleaning her room to try and distract herself. "And you thought your relationship with Kirijo-senpai used to be strained."

But now wasn't the time to think about such things. Now was the time to think about how to try and make Kirijo-senpai feel better after the horrible loss of her father, and whether or not Yukari really wanted to string Christmas lights up in her room?

And Yukari had almost become Zen with her room re-arranging when who would come to the door but Makoto Yuki?

He looked somewhat awkward as he went to knock on the door, just as Yukari had gone to open it (preparing to take some things from her room to the recycle bin in the kitchen), but he sobered up rather quickly and smiled kindly. "Everyone was wondering if you'd like to go to Tartarus?"

"Oh," Yukari said, surprised, oddly not having guessed that that would be why Yuki-kun was here. "I-I know someone just wandered into Tartarus, but can we go tomorrow? I know it's selfish of me, but I'm tired after going there last night—after that new path opened up—and knowing our luck, someone else will wander in there tomorrow." (1)

"Sure," Makoto said, being far too understanding as far as Yukari was concerned—as it suddenly occurred to her that she always talked to her friend about her problems, but never his own. "I'll let the others know."

"Th-thanks," Yukari blushed as Makoto was turning to walk away. "But could you- could you come back when you're done? I'd like to talk to you. I mean, if you want!"

After he had spoken to the rest of S.E.E.S., Yuki-kun was back faster than Yukari would have liked him to be… because even though she was the one who had asked for this conversation—and she truly wanted to have it, because it was only right—she found herself nervous to have it.

But once she caught a glimpse of blue hair coming back down the hallway, she slapped both of her cheeks, reminded herself that this was what she wanted, and told herself to get it together.

Yukari patted the space beside her on the bed the moment Makoto entered her room, and he sat down without any preamble, which Yukari was glad for: she didn't want the question of where he would sit to be awkward, too.

"So, before I throw you into the deep end here, I have something for you…. if you'd like."

Without waiting for an affirmative, Yukari got out of her chest of drawers an art piece she had recently made. It was of a butterfly with blue and red wings, where the colors faded beautifully into each other. Yukari had made such a creation using chain art at school.

"In art class, we were learning about how to make opposite ends of the color wheel look good together… And I know how you love art and the color blue. And I love pink, and red makes pink… So, I thought that maybe you might like this, and you could think of me when you saw it? But you don't have to take it! If you don't like it, just say something!"

"It's nice, Yukari-chan," Yuki-kun said, putting his hand on hers for just a second in a friendly gesture, Yukari thought. "Thank you." And Yukari appreciated that when she handed the painting to him, he didn't just put it on the bed beside him like some sort of after-thought, but he rather held it to his chest. She smiled.

"Well, now that I've broken the ice some, I guess I can get to the heavy. Umm… I wanted to ask you, if you're okay with answering, how your parents died. Because I realized that I never asked you that, which is a huge oversight on my part. And it seems to me that you're always being a shoulder to cry on for everyone else… but no one's ever being that for you."

At first, Yukari didn't think her friend was going to answer. He looked at her with pained eyes, with a hint of betrayal in them—holding the painting even closer to himself. He then stood up and Yukari thought he might leave her room without his present, but he instead paced in a small circle before sitting back down.

"I… I guess I can tell you," he said at last, in the smallest voice that Yukari had ever heard from their leader before. "I'm not exactly trying to keep it a secret. It's just- my parents died in a fire.

"My parents and I lived in an apartment building at the time… and the firefighters were able to get to me easily, because I was on the first floor—where our apartment was—but my parents were a few floors higher, talking to the landlord and closer to where the fire had started… and the firemen couldn't make it up there."

Yukari couldn't help gasping in shock at this news. She was so sad that Yuki-kun's parents had suffered such a fate, and that he had been keeping it to himself for so long.

Before Yukari could even think about what it would mean for them, or how her friend might react, she pulled him into a one-armed hug at her side and even ran a hand through his hair—hoping that that motion would keep him from pulling away, as if she were petting a cat. "I'm so sorry to hear that Yuki-kun. And that you lost both of your parents in one single act like that. I know I don't completely know what you're going through, of course… But I do know what it's like to lose a parent. Just know that I'm here for you."

"I do think you and Kirijo-senpai understand it to a certain extent," Yuki-kun whispered, looking up at Yukari from where his head had become tucked under her shoulder. "…I didn't lose my parents to the Kirijo Group. However… well, they did die in some sort of building explosion themselves, didn't they?" He asked without a trace of humor in his voice, sitting up now. "In fact, I wonder if that's why I-"

"Why you want to get to the top of Tartarus so badly?" Yukari finished the thought, a single tear falling from her eyes as she did so. That would be the case, wouldn't it? Yuki-kun was a good person, and an amazing leader, so of course he'd wanted to get to the top of Tartarus to get rid of the dark hour… But tied in with that—and maybe even more than anything else—was Yuki-kun's trauma, and a boy in some way fighting to “reach his parents” and undo his mistakes.

Yukari could understand it well. After all, wasn't the whole reason that she was doing what she was to make up for everything that had happened with her own father? So, she knew without a doubt that if she were in her friend’s shoes, she would one hundred percent be acting the same way. In many ways, she already was.

…But there was a dark side to all of this, too. Though they had yet to reach the top of Tartarus, the dark hour hadn't ended like it was supposed to. They had been tricked by that bastard Ikutsuki. And for whatever reason, Yukari found herself now fearing that if they continued to fight and all of Yuki-kun's attempts turned out to be for naught… what it he ended up hurting himself?! She thought with a gasp, her hand coming up to clasp her heart.

Seeming to somewhat read her mind, Makoto looked at her gravely and said, "I do get the sense that something might be coming."

Of course there would be, Yukari thought miserably, shrinking into herself as she did so. Because their group just couldn’t catch a break, could they? And death seemed to be all around them.

“But I… uhh, got you something too, Yukari-chan,” Yuki-kun said, fidgeting with his headphones once, before looking her over with thoughtful eyes. “I plan to buy all of S.E.E.S something like this, to remind us that why we fight is for life,” Makoto explained, handing Yukari pink a pair of “beats” headphones.

Where her friend had been keeping them this whole time, Yukari didn’t know. She really had been a mess to miss something so obvious, huh? But at the moment, she couldn’t care in the slightest. Rather, she was touched by this sweet gesture for two reasons: that Yuki-kun would do this for their ever-growing friendship, but also that he was also moving to do something for their entire group to help keep up morale.

And before Yukari could stop herself from doing so, she was careening across the bed to wrap Makoto up in another quick hug. “Oh, you! You’re really over the top, you know that? And gosh, way to show you’re the perfect leader for S.E.E.S. with this! But you’re right! We do need to remember why we fight… And with such awesome headphones, that can let us listen to lively music so well, I know we’ll be able to do that. So, thank you so much, Yuki-kun,” Yukari positively beamed, while Makoto flushed and looked anywhere but her. It was positively adorable.

Yukari promised herself then that she would take Yuki-kun’s lesson to heart and strive for the light, even in this ever-present darkness. And even when the worst happened—when Ryoji brought with him the most horrific news they ever could have imagined, and much more—she still did.

Author’s Note: (1) I honestly don’t think that they’d ever wait to rescue someone from Tartarus in the canon story. But since that is something you can do in gameplay, I couldn’t pass up doing it. LOL

Surprise, Liz! I actually watched an entire playthrough of Persona 3 Reload, so I could write this for you for your birthday:D So we can talk all things about this game now, if you want. And it should be known that I loved, loved, loved it!

So, if I’m being honest, I don’t think Yukari is my favorite character (though I do love her a lot). And I don’t even really know if I ship these two, though I do think they’re canon? Junpei and Chidori are definitely my OTP for this game!

But for some reason, I just found that Yukari’s head was the easiest for me to get into here. And thus, this story was born. And I think I did a pretty good job hitting the themes of death, yet light at the end of the tunnel, even there (or so I hope). (I also hope Makoto isn’t horrendously out of character, as it’s hard to write for a silent MC.)

Let me know what you think!

Edit: Oh! And if you’re wondering what “chain art” is, it’s kind of like how it sounds: you put paint on a canvas, and then drag a chain through it to make some neat designs that way. I first learned about it through the YouTube channel “Evan and Katelyn 2,” where Evan and Katelyn experimented with it. And Katelyn, wouldn’t you know, made a really beautiful butterfly, that was kind of the inspiration for Yukari’s gift to Makoto here:)

And happy birthday again, Liz=)

@bluerosesburnblue

[adequatealias]

Arendelle Adventures Chapter 19 - Goslings

AO3: https://archiveofourown.org/works/35770243/chapters/131377030

Series Summary: The adventures and mishaps of the princesses of Arendelle: Elsa and Anna. one-shots. Chapter Summary: Anna finds a gaggle of baby goslings. Part 1/2.

Thirteen-year-old Anna was lying on her back on a warm early-summer day, starring up at the big blue sky above her. She had been pestering Elsa all day, and finally the Queen made her go out and enjoy the nice weather while it lasted. There was a nice breeze so the heat didn't bother her much, and all the dew from that morning had already dried up- so Anna wasn't lying on wet grass.

She was lonely. Okay, so she was almost always lonely. But that's not the point. She hadn't been having very good conversations with her painting friends; they didn't talk back much anyway. Elsa was as close to a lost cause without actually being lost as you could get. She must have really given up on Anna, though Anna refused to give up on her. Her parents were busy today, and there were too few staff and too much work for them ever to find time to play with the young princess.

So honestly, it wasn't just that she was lonely. She was bored too.

As she stared up at the big empty sky, hoping that something exciting would happen, Anna suddenly heard whistling. Could that be something exciting? The princess jumped up from her spot and leaned on the bushes, despite how many times she was told not to, and watched the path leading up to the servant's entrance.

Soon enough one of the staff, Kai, came into view. He was carrying a sack flung over his shoulder. Anna quickly waved to him, and he stopped whistling to wave back. "Good afternoon, Princess Anna." He nodded to her. She smiled back.

"What are you carrying?" She asked, nodding towards the bag. Kai glanced at it, as if only realizing he had been carrying it at that moment.

"Oh. Well, it's a bird that the grounds keeper found. The chefs are going to cook it for your dinner tomorrow night." He shrugged, and readjusted it on his shoulder. "I figured I'd bring it inside so it could be prepared today, and served tomorrow."

Anna nodded, though it wasn't as exciting a story as she would have wanted it to be. Kai dug into his jacket pocket and pulled out his timepiece, glancing at it then back at Anna. "Princess, if you'd excuse me . . ."

Anna sighed, but turned away. She heard Kai open the door and disappear inside, and then she was alone again. I. Am. So. Bored. She thought. She sat down in the grass again, and then flopped down onto her back. Bored, bored, bored, bored, bored.

After a few minutes, she finally stood up, and began wandering around. She liked the back of the castle ground more than the front- the front was covered in cobblestone- not very good for playing. The back though had grass to fall on and trees to climb and moss to rip of the windowsills. There was a bit of rock formation along the castle walls, which was great for climbing. It was just better in Anna's opinion.

Anna leaned against an apple tree, deciding that she wanted a snack. She reached for one of the apples, despite not being fully ripe yet. It was one of the taller apple trees she had seen, so it was difficult for her to get one. She reached on her tip-toes, hoping it would help her, when she suddenly heard something. It wasn't a whistle. It was more like a honk.

Anna let her feet fall completely back to earth, and looked around. A honk? She dropped her eyes to the ground, scanning the grass. A honk. How strange. She shrugged, about to let it pass, when she heard another one. Where is that coming from? She wondered.

Finally she moved towards the small pond, deciding that was where the noise was coming from. She crouched by the bushes that blocked the pond from immediate sight- when she was younger, it was to block her from falling in.

Anna shoved the bushes aside, and gasped at what she saw. In a small nest made up of grasses and such, were four baby goslings. They were still a pretty yellow color opposed to the brown they would grow to be. Aw . . . babies! Anna thought. She glanced around for the mother goose, and when she found none, scooped one of the baby birds up.

She cupped it carefully in her hands, not wanting to hurt the poor thing. "Aw . . ." She mumbled, as the gosling honked again. "Hello." The princess cooed. The one she had picked up was the smallest, and Anna wondered if it were because it was the youngest too.

Anna looked around again, trying to find the poor things' mother. When she came up short, she frowned. She bit her lip, and glanced back at the little yellow puffballs. She couldn't just leave them.

So, one by one, Anna put the goslings in her apron pocket. She silently thanked that her mother made her wear it so she wouldn't get her dress dirty like she usually did. The goslings honked more as she picked them up, but quieted down once she got them all together again. She glanced around to make sure no one was coming, before rushing towards the servant's entrance and into it.

Anna hurried to her room as fast as her legs could carry her, hoping that no one would see her or hear the babies. The one she had picked up originally honked specifically loud as she passed Elsa's door, and Anna considered telling her. She decided against it. She instead continued down the hallway and slipped into her own room, happy once to go completely unnoticed.

Anna placed her goslings in her toy chest, only after leaving a blanket at the bottom of it. (her toys were strewn around the room already- none had actually been in the chest) She considered going to find them food, but she wasn't even sure what they ate. Oh, what do I do?

Anna looked at her little goslings, and decided she needed to name them. She just couldn't call them "goslings" all the time. She picked up the only one she suspected was a male, and looked at him for a moment. "Emil." She decided, placing a quick kiss on his beak before he could try and bite at her. She returned him to the chest and picked up the next one- the first girl. She remembered a maid that used to work in the castle, and quickly decided to name her after her. "Vilde." She stated, and the gosling honked. She liked the name. Anna knew exactly what she wanted to name her next gosling as she picked her up. "Alma." The princess said, lightly brushing her thumb over Alma's wing, which was a bit of a different shape than it was supposed to be. Anna returned her, and then picked up the smallest gosling- the one she had determined was her favorite. She smiled at the yellow puff. "And Kailash."

Anna snuck her goslings back the chest, and closed the lid. She balanced a book so it wouldn't close all the way, and then slipped out of her room. She complained of a headache and said she was going to take a nap, but snuck some fruit and what was left of the bread and brought them back to her room.

For the rest of the day, Anna played with her goslings. Alma, Anna decided, had something wrong with her wing- and was extra careful of it. Emil liked to eat, and as the biggest, Anna wasn't surprised. He ate whatever Anna tossed to him. Vilde though, was a little more hesitant. She'd eat the food Anna tossed to her, but then scurry away. Kailash stayed right by Anna's side the entire time.

As day turned to night, Anna placed her sleepy goslings back the chest, where they quickly fell asleep. They weren't making any noise, and they couldn't jump out, so Anna left it wide open. Her parents came to check on her, having heard she was ill, and kissed her goodnight when she said she wanted to sleep.

Before she did fall asleep though, Anna got out of bed and reached into the chest. She carefully scooped up Kailash, and then brought her back to Anna's bed. The two then fell asleep, and Anna was comforted by the yellow puff cuddling into her side as she slept.

[lunarflux]

han jisung x reader / femme o/c

genre — fluff

cafe!au pt 2

suggested background music: x

9:59pm

Like clockwork, Jisung switched off the lights to The Rose Room. The quaint little cafe he owned with a friend seemed to have the most solemn atmosphere just before closing, and tonight was no exception. The red glow from the streetlights danced along the freshly polished floor like a night light. It was time to lock up and head home.

Jisung polished off the last of his coffee, forever regretting how much caffeine he continuously consumed just before he had to sleep. All the part-timers had gone home for the night, and the only company left in his coffee house was the sound of flickering lights and a symphony of car horns from down the road.

10:05pm

Jisung had his key in the door, but in his head, he was counting down.

Ten seconds.

With a deep breath, he heard the gears click together, and right on time, there she was.

Hyacinth & Holly - that was the name of the flower shop across the way. Jisung had his routine locked down that by the time the doors had shut, you were about to walk out.

Always carrying a fresh bouquet of blue hydrangeas, there you were. Locking up your own little kingdom of hues and aromas, you turned and gave him a small wave.

This was the routine that Jisung always looked forward to at the end of the day - seeing you even if for a moment. You both always walked in opposite directions, but that simple five seconds of eye contact were enough to make him forget his fatigue.

One day, he'll talk to you.

One day.

But this is not that day.

Jisung turned his heel, knowing you'd easily turn yours away from him. The walk back to his apartment was always quiet, but lately, it was even more solemn.

Hyunjin, your last-minute roommate had moved out last week to live with his girlfriend. It was just one less person he interacted with during the day, and it was only then that he realized, he didn't really talk to that many people.

In his head, he would imagine you walking through the doors of the Rose Room.

Strawberry latte? Iced rose tea? - He would guess your favorite drinks in the hopes that one day, you'd walk in, and he could surprise you.

Hyunjin used to tease him.

"Just go over there on your break. You're never gonna know her name unless you just talk to her."

Jisung scoffed at the thought of that conversation, remembering how it took over a month for Hyunjin to confess his own feelings. Then again, the flower shop opened up a few months ago, and still he hasn't spoken to you.

One day.

**

Jisung walked into the Rose Room at 2:00pm.

An unfamiliar vase with two massive sunflowers sat on the bar top.

"What's this?" He picked up one of the yellow stalks and prodded it with a small smile on his face.

Jeongin continued to work on his Americano. "The girl from the shop across the street dropped it off this morning. She said someone canceled their order, and she'd already clipped the stems so it'd be a waste not to put them out."

Jisung felt the lump in his throat expand. She had been in here.

"I was gonna bring her a drink to say thanks, but I didn't ask what she liked." Jeongin slipped off his apron. "I figured an Americano would be okay -"

"I'll do it." Jisung interrupted. "But give that to the next customer, I'll make something."

**

Carrying a small plastic lunch bag, Jisung steadied himself. The strawberries in the sandwich he made had to stay pristine. Paired with the rose tea, he made his way over to the storefront, ready to be either rejected or welcomed.

"Hello!" A part-timer greeted, the name 'Yeji' scribbled on her name tag. "Can I help you?"

"Um -" The familiar lump in his throat was back. "Th-The girl who brought the sunflowers. Is she here?"

Yeji tilted her head, looking over to the sunflowers behind Jisung, not realizing the amount had been altered. "That might have been my boss? But she isn't here."

"Oh." Jisung was almost relieved.

"Is that for her?" Yeji motioned towards the lunch bag.

"No - I mean, yes, but -"

"She'll be back later. She only came in to help prepare an order, but she closes usually." Yeji said with a smile. "Do you want me to leave that in the back -"

"No!" Jisung nearly screamed. "I mean, no, no, I'll come back. If... that's okay?"

The surprised girl nodded quietly.

**

9:48pm

The strawberries in the sandwich got soggy and the rose tea watered down. Jisung slumped his head over the counter, still cringing from today's interaction with the girl who very well knows his crush and could easily ruin his chances.

Why am I so awkward?

Taking a deep breath, he leaned forward, peering out into the street. He didn't know if you were there. He didn't even know if he could muster up the same courage to go back.

Jisung reached for the door, tempted to just run over if only to catch you before you closed up, but before he could, you emerged.

Holding his breath, he watched as you walked outside - but not alone.

You were with someone. A guy. He patted your head, and you smiled back.

Jisung's grip on the door handle pushed the blood from his knuckles. It was too good to be true. He waited too long.

And just like that, he felt his heart drop into his stomach. He didn't even know you, yet he already felt that familiar pang of sadness and disappointment. It wasn't as if he was craving a relationship, and perhaps, he had built you up too much in his head. He didn't know your name or your favorite color. He didn't know the music you liked to listen to on your way to work or the sound of your laugh. He really didn't know anything, and seeing this solidified that thought.

You were a stranger after all.

**

Hyunjin and his girlfriend, the day manager left together today, but not before trying to talk Jisung out of his mood.

"You know that might not be her boyfriend," she shook her head. "Don't jump to conclusions."

"What other guy would meet up with her that late at night?" Hyunjin rolled his eyes. "If you were the closing manager, you know I'd show up to walk you home."

Jisung cringed, seeing the couple exchange loving glances.

"We're just saying not to give up. You can't wait forever."

They weren't wrong. It seemed better to try now and get rejected than to wait and wonder.

**

9:59pm

It seemed automatic now. The counting. Only now, he didn't really know what he was counting down to.

Jisung heaved a heavy sigh as he inserted his key.

9

8

7

"Are you closed?"

5

Wait.

Jisung nearly stumbled down from the small ledge of the door.

There you were. Apron and purse in one hand a fresh bouquet of blue hydrangeas in the other.

"Yeah, we closed -" He cleared his throat. "We closed - I mean, we close at 9:30."

"Oh." You almost looked upset. "I'm sorry, I'm just so used to seeing you leave after ten, so I wasn't sure. I always wake up too late to come here before my shift, and you guys are always so busy.

Jisung put his key back in the lock without thinking. Opening the door, he held his breath.

"I can make you something."

**

You swung your legs under the seat. Jisung quietly steeped the same kind of rose tea he wanted to give to you before. Glancing over, he could see one of the last strawberry sandwiches of the day as if it had been waiting for him to reenter.

"Do you always work late?"

He heard your small voice over the counter. Walking up, you joined him so that the only thing between you was marble. Jisung nodded, setting the glass of tea and sandwich in front of you.

"Yeji told me you stopped by yesterday. I'm sorry, I missed you."

"It's fine." He could feel the cold sweat on the back of his neck. "I would have brought it later, but your boyfriend was there."

"Ex."

"Ex?"

"Ex." You smiled, quietly sipping your tea with a blissful sigh he'd never seen before. "Dropping off my spare work key. I'd forgotten it when I moved out last month."

Ex. Her ex boyfriend. Of course.

"Why did you break up?"

Picking at the edges of the sandwich, you shrugged. "You know how it is. Working adults not working the same schedule. I like working the night shifts. I like closing the store. And he hated how many hydrangeas I brought home. Said it made the apartment smell too much."

"I think they're pretty. The blue ones."

As if you'd forgotten the color already, you giggled. "They're my favorite."

"Mine, too." Jisung could feel the air lessen.

"I can bring you some tomorrow if you'd like."

"That'd be nice." He smiled, genuinely for the first time in what seemed like a long time. "If you want, I could -" He caught himself.

You nodded towards him, midway through your sandwich.

Punching his leg, Jisung quietly scolded himself. "If you want... I could walk you to work. I'd like to see you - the flowers, I mean, and everything tomorrow. Y'know. Before it gets dark."

"You'd wake up early for flowers?"

"W-Well, yes, and I need to wake up earlier anyway - I drink too much caffeine at work, and I need to stop sleeping so late, and -"

"Okay."

"Okay?"

"I'd like that," you beamed.

Jisung almost choked. "I'm sorry, it's just. Well. I don't even know your name."

"y/n." You poked his cheek. "All you had to do was ask."

[kerie-prince]

the memory of you pt. 1

Gilderoy Lockhart x Healer!reader

requested: (anon) Omg thank you! If you want to write any kind of Lockhart scenario that suggests NSFW stuff then I'd totally be cool with whatever you come up with 😊 thanks again so much! ❤️

warnings: none

summary: After helping Gilderoy deal with his memory loss and get him out of St. Mungo's, you couldn't help but fall for his charm once more when he finds you on the streets of London.

a/n: I THOUGHT I QUEUED THIS 💀 i sat here at work thinking 'damn, no one liked my post? k 😭' anyways, i'm gonna break this into two parts before it gets too long lmao. bold italics are flashbacks

(gif not mine, cred to owner)

You worked with a certain celebrity for quite a while now. He was brought in one day without knowing who he was, where he came from, and how he ended up in a weird cave. His residence at St. Mungo’s where you worked lasted for a while. Other Healers declared that there was no way to recover his memory, but he didn’t seem to mind. Gilderoy was perfectly content with being happy and healthy even if he didn't know what was going on.

He was so sweet. Never gave you or any of your colleagues any trouble. He took his potions with ease, didn't make a fuss when bringing him from one room to another, and held conversations as normal. His family would visit him on occasion and it pained you to watch him not know them. But overall, he was happy.

After two years at St. Mungos, Gilderoy was let go considering that even though his memories were gone, he had enough mental stability to be out in public. Gilderoy had to go to a private academy to re-learn magic basics in adult classes. You remember the night before he left.

“So nice to start my life tomorrow,” Gilderoy had his signature smile on. He ate his dinner on his own without the help of Healers.

“Your life has already started, you just don't remember is all,” you corrected. You were preparing his bed for the last time. Since it's his last night, you were able to grab an extra pillow for him to be comfortable.

“Yes, but tomorrow I'll start a life I can remember. I'll make new memories.” Gilderoy stood up from his small table and walk to his hospital bed. He always loved the way you prepared his bed. How you fluffed the pillow, folded the blankets back neatly, and made sure the bed was warm. It wasn't special treatment as you did it for all patients, but he appreciated it all the same.

“Good night, Miss Y/L/N,” he said.

“Good night, Mr. Lockhart,” you replied.

Two years later, you're still working at St. Mungos. You've seen patients come and go since then. None quite as cooperative as Gilderoy, but they weren't all bad either.

The London streets were busy as usual today. It was slightly cloudy, but luckily it wasn't raining. And thank Merlin because you didn't have an umbrella with you. Cabs were driving right past you as you stood by the sidewalk trying to catch one. Once one stopped in front of you and you were about to climb in, another hand also grabbed for the handle. “Miss Y/L/N?”

Gilderoy stood next to you, eyes gleaming and wore his charming smile. He looked as happy as he always did. “Mr. Lockhart, hello.” It was a pleasant run in, and you'd love to chat but you had to be at work soon. It seemed that he noticed your uniform as well. “Oh, go ahead. I'll call for another one.”

“Thank you, Mr. Lockhart.” You opened the door but before you could close it, Gilderoy said one last thing. “I hope to see you again!” He waved at you as you left and kept at it until you were out of sight.

His wish was granted three months later; he was walking around the same street for probably the 4th time that week. He wasn't ashamed to admit that after that day he ran into you, he wanted to see you again. You were with a couple of friends at a pub one night celebrating a proper weekend off. Gilderoy followed you in, a bit of people that recognized him stopped him to say ‘hi’ but of course, he doesn't know them. They were fans of his before the memory loss. They took a few pictures and he went walking after you. You were seen sitting at a bar table by yourself waiting for your friends to come back from the restroom.

Gilderoy walked up to you slowly, “Hello, Miss Y/L/N.” You recognized him and by pure habit, you gave him your work smile and voice, “Good evening, Mr. Lockhart.”

“Please, call me Gilderoy,” he requested.

“Gilderoy,” you reached your hand out to shake his, “you can call me Y/N.” His smile changed, not one that you've seen in magazines and papers, but a more humble one. His cheeks became a bit rosy and he looked like he was flustered. “So, how have you been?” he asked. You took a quick sip of the water that was on the table before continuing the conversation, “I’ve been good! Just been working all the time. How about you? I bet so many great things have been going with you?”

“Not really. Since I didn't know much about my life before I was admitted in, I didn't know where to start. So I lived with my mother for a while, but now I’m on my own.” Seeing Gilderoy be so humble was a sight to see. A once self-centered, proud man has turned into a sweet, kind one. You almost wanted to thank whoever did this to him, not knowing it was actually Gilderoy who had accidentally done this to myself. “Well, are you working right now?” you asked him.

“No, I don’t really have anything to offer,” he looked down.

“That’s not true, you…” you stopped to think about what it was that Gilderoy could do. And unfortunately, it wasn't much. When word had gone out that he had actually stolen credit for all the things he had claimed to have done, people wondered if he was good at anything.

Gilderoy laughed at your blank expression. You felt bad. “Well, I’m sure you’re good at something.” You patted his shoulder gently across the table. Your friends came back from the restroom after what felt like twenty minutes. “Oh! It’s Gilderoy Lockhart, so nice to meet you,” each of them shook his hand. “What brings you here?”

Suddenly, he was embarrassed to say that he was spending weeks trying to find you. “Oh, I was just around. I walked inside and recognized Y/N. Thought I’d say hello,” he felt a bit nervous at that moment. “Well I best be going. I don't want to intrude. Have a good evening.” Gilderoy was about to leave until one of your friends called out for him, “No, stay! I’m sure Y/N would love to catch up with you, isn't that right?” You weren't sure if it would be appropriate to hang out with a former patient. Sure, it’s been a couple years since then, but you've never had any patients become even acquaintances, let alone friends. But the look in Gilderoy’s eyes that were basically begging you to say ‘yes’ hit something in you. “If you’re not doing anything else tonight, I'm sure we would like your company tonight.”

Gilderoy was funnier than he seemed to be. Being one of the Healers that worked with him for nearly four years, you never knew about this. He was telling the story of the first time he had used the levitation spell during his adult classes and he accidentally made his professor levitate and not the inanimate object on the table. Slightly tipsy, you and your friends laughed so hard trying to picture the situation. Gilderoy said he panicked and when he tried to let him down, the professor fell from ten feet in the air on his head and passed out. Luckily, he wasn't kicked out to the class but it was certainly something the professor never let him live down.

By the end of the night, your friends had gotten plastered and left for home. You were fine; your tipsy state was gone. You made sure your friends were set in the cab and told the cabbie their addresses. Gilderoy stood behind you and watched as you took care of your friends. It was different than when you worked, but it brought back memories when you took care of him.

When the cab drove off, you turned to look at the blond man. “Well, it was great seeing you, Mr. Lock– Gilderoy,” you quickly corrected yourself. You nodded and started walking down the street before he called for you again. “W-would you like to take a walk?” You thought about it, the same thought from earlier. But you've already shared a few drinks with him, so a walk wouldn't hurt. The sky was clear and although the stars were faint, there were a couple large ones that you could point out. You walked in silence for a couple minutes until you spoke up, “The weather’s nice.” He nodded quietly. It wasn't odd for him, but it was for you. It was odd to see him not as talkative as he used to be. You supposed that when you have your memories wiped, your personality could be affected as well. But he was still somewhat himself when he was a patient, so this change must have happened in the past two years. You hoped that nothing bad happened in that time.

It was getting later and later, but something about Gilderoy was different and you liked being around this sort of new him. He’s more inviting compared to how he was when he was a celebrity. The feeling of it being weird with him outside of work was gone, and something else started. You wanted to get to know him as a person again.

You checked the time on your wristwatch and decided that you should head home eventually. “It was nice seeing you tonight. I hope to see you again,” you grinned. His eyes lit up as he looked at you, “I would love that. Maybe we can have tea sometime?”

“I’d like that. Goodnight, Gilderoy.”

“Good night, Y/N.” He signaled a cab for you and like he did the last time, he waved until he couldn't see you anymore.

—

requests open!

[rogue-barnes-16]

SWEET

Request: Can I please request an imagine where Bucky falls in love with a nerdy, sweet, innocent, short (I’m 4ft 10 1/2in btw LOL) Kindergarten teacher (I’m also a kindergarten teacher😂). They meet when she takes the kids on a field trip to the museum (the one that has all of the Captain America and Bucky stuff), they talk a lot and he asks her on a date + he introduces her to Steve and Sam as his girlfriend + Bucky being soft for the reader + sweet kisses, cuddles, and hugs.💜

Pairing: Bucky Barnes x teacher!Reader

Genre: super Fluffy

Tags:

Requested by: @kpopgirlbtssvt

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Warnings: none (?)

A/N: wanna hear something funny? I read it wrong. Like the whole request, so I had to delete what I'd written and write it again (why am I such a mess?) and THEN tumblr deleted it after I had finished it. Anyway, I hope the wait was worth it, enjoy <3

Rogue-barnes-16 masterlist

BUCKY'S P. O. V.

I didn't want to go to the Smithsonian to see the expo of Captain Fuckin' America all over again, but Natasha insisted that they had modified it, and that I sure had to go and see it all over again.

I was walking towards one of the newly added panels when a little kid bumped into my leg. "Fuck!" I turned around just in time to see the kid falling on his butt. "God 'm sorry" I kneeled in front of him to check if he was okay.

I heard rushed steps that preceded the view of a girl kneeling in front of me. "what did I say about running?-I'm sorry" she added, giving me an apologetic smile.

"I'm the one who's sorry" I smiled at her, but she wasn't even looking in my direction.

"Miss Y/n!" the woman turned around to look at a bunch of little kids that were now approaching us "look, It's Bucky Barnes!" the whole group started to squeal excited.

"Oh- I-" Y/n was finally looking at me with wide eyes and lips parted, and for the first time, I was able to see how damn beautiful she was. "Oh" she repeated, letting out nervous chuckle.

Her eyes, along with the children's ones and the few people's in the museum, were too much for me to deal with. "I-I'm sorry again. Have- have a good... time" I muttered, beaming at her before getting up to leave.

~~~~~~~~~~~~

READER'S P. O. V.

"Okay, kids, let's go pick things up" I said, smiling at the children while I grabbed the keys. I opened the five lockers where they had left their things, and then, after checking the number on my key, I looked for mine.

At the beginning of the trip, I had asked one of the receptionists to store my things while I helped the kids, in order to save some time. And, of course, they had to choose a locker from the third row.

Right before I left to ask for help, Bucky Barnes entered in the room and, flashling me a smile, he walked to his locker.

Taking a deep breath, I stepped to him and tapped his shoulder. "I'm- I don't want to bother but my things... They're in that locker and" he looked at the locker I was pointing at. "I kinda-" c'mon, say it, I thought, it's not like he hasn't seen you. "God this is so embarrassing" I let out a nervous chuckle "I'm too short to reach it, could you-"

He let out a chuckle. "sure. Gimme your key?" I gave it to him and waited besides him. "here" he called my attention, carefully handing me my bag.

The corners of my mouth twitched when, instead of giving me my jacket, he held it for me to put it on "Thank you so much"

BUCKY'S P. O. V.

"No worries, Y/n" I gnawed my lip nervously before adding something else. "it's Y/n right?" she, biting back a grin, nodded.

"well, thank you anyway... Bucky." she replied, looking up at me enough time to see the blush creeping over my neck and ears. There was a moment of awkward silence between the two of us. "I should get g-"

"Did you like the expo?" I blurted out, feeling incredibly unhappy about her leaving.

She looked at me, with a spark of surprise and confusion in her eyes. "yeah. I actually come with the kids often." I nodded, my mind buzzing, trying to find a way to keep the conversation going. "Did you like it?"

Sadly, I heard her question after I had spoken, and not before. "would you like to grab a coffee?" her lips parted and her eyes widened, I realized I should have thought twice. "God 'm sorry, I don't-"

"Uh... I've to come back to school with the children" before I was able to tell her to forget it, she spoke again. "but this- this afternoon I'm free?" she questioned more than stated, gnawing her lower lip.

"is that a yes?" she nodded, extending her hand to me. "what... Oh fuck sorry" we both laughed while I gave her my phone for her to write down her number.

"Okay so" she gave it back to me and grabbed her bag. "I finish at 4"

"Okay Uh..." I walked out of the building with her and her class "Send me the address of the school and I'll pick you up"

"Sure, see you later, Bucky!" She said excitedly, walking away with the kids.

~~~~~~~~~~~~

I double checked the address she had sent me before climbing off my bike.

Bucky: I'm outside:) r u ready?

During the few minutes it took her to answer, a wave of insecurities overwhelmed me, but most of them were ridiculous things I had never been insecure of.

And then it hit me, how damn nervous I was.

Y/n: I have a problem :(

Y/n: come in, I'll explain

I did as she told me to do and, after asking where Y/n was, I got to her class' door, where she was already waiting for me.

"Hey there" I greeted with a smile, managing to suppress the 'beautiful' that almost came out of me. "what happened?"

"i have to prepare a last minute activity for tomorrow" She groaned dramatically, running a hand through her hair. "I'm so sorry, I really wanted to-"

"Hey, 's okay" I gave her a small smile, not even bothering on hiding my disappointment. "tomorrow maybe?"

"yeah... Okay" she parted her lips a couple of times like she wanted to say something, but she ended up giving me a tight-lipped smile and got in the class.

READER'S P. O. V.

Who the fuck cancels a date with Bucky Barnes? Oh, yes. Me. I let out a loud groan followed by a whine, and I almost missed the buzz of my phone.

Bucky: are you gonna be alone?

Y/n: yeah why?

He did read the message, but the fact that I didn't get any kind of reply made me kind of upset.

To my surprise, not even ten minutes later Bucky was entering in the class with two coffees and two doughnuts.

"what's this?" I asked, a smile creeping over my face while he set everything over my desk.

"Didn't feel like waiting" he handed me a one of the coffees, leaning against the desk. "and I thought you could use some company"

"I definitely could" I confessed with a chuckle, walking to his side and hopping onto the table. "thanks Bucky. This was really sweet."

We looked at each other for a moment, the same stupid smile on our faces. "can you tell me if the coffee's good? 'cause I have no fucking clue what I ordered."

I let out a laugh "how's that even possible?"

"names were long and complicated, doll" he defended himself. "it was easier back in the day"

"back in the day" I echoed amused before taking a sip of my drink. "well it's... Sweet"

"just like you, then" I felt my cheeks reddening at that simple statement. "and it's hot too" snorting, I buried my face on Bucky arm, who was softly chuckling.

~~~~~~~~~~~~

The sound of my alarm going off had never been so annoying.

When I tried to move to turn it off, Bucky’s strong arms tightened around my waist, pulling me closer to his chest. "don't"

"Bucky, I have to work" I mumbled, trying not so hard to get rid of his embrace. "c'mon, do you want me to lose my job?"

We had been dating for a few weeks already, but it was the first time that I had stayed the night at Bucky’s house —a. K. a the Avengers tower— so I wanted to leave before anyone could wake up.

"not gonna lose it, darlin'. You're too good at it." he stated, nuzzling his nose against my neck. "You're so warm. Like a blanket"

I couldn't help but laugh. "Bucky, c'mon" I half-heartedly pulled away, earing a whine from him, and jumped out of the bed.

It took me less time than I thought to find the kitchen. Surprisingly, the hardest part was to find the food.

I was focused on the things in the fridge when a voice almost gave me a heart attack. "Jesus Fucking Christ! Who are you?" I turned around to be met with Sam Wilson himself, dressed in a pigeon pj's.

"I'm-"

"That's Barnes tee-shirt" he stated, calmly stepping to the hall. "STEVE GET YOUR ASS HERE, BARNES BROUGHT A GIRL!"

"WHAT WHERE?" My eyes went wide and I froze in place when Steve fucking Rogers entered. "Holy motherfucking shit, 's true"

"Uh..."

"'Course it's true!" Sam yelled offended.

Thank God, in that moment Bucky entered in the kitchen and made his way towards me. "found your breakfast?" I denied, not being able to formule a proper sentence. "shouldda waited for me, baby" he whispered, grabbing a few things from the top shelf. "Sorry 'bout them" he pulled me closer and pecked my nose.

"Buck" Steve called his friend and we both turned to him. "who's her?"

"she's Y/n" he stated, like it was the most obvious thing in the world. "my girlfriend." I started to blush like crazy, and Bucky might have felt it, because he pulled me to the side his chest with one of his arms, while with the other prepared my breakfast.

"You're what now?" Sam asked, and I saw him leaning over the counter between us. "Tell us about you, Y/n"

I opened my mouth to try to avoid that somehow, but Bucky was faster. "she gotta go to work, right?" I nodded and he gave me the breakfast. "c'mon, baby. Eat and I'll drive you there."

"Okay." I finally managed to speak, and Bucky leaned on me to peck my lips. "thanks Bucky"

He gave me a smile an guided my out of the kitchen with the breakfast in my hands, leaving behind us Steve's and Sam's bantering about us.

"I'm really sorry. Forgot today was training day" he apologized again in low voice, kissing my temple.

"it's okay, they seem nice" I said entering in his room and leaving the breakfast over the nightstand. "but they're like hyped kids"

"they're indeed" he agreed with a grin on his face. "so" throwing himself to the bed, he lay on his back with his head resting over one of his hands. "now that I'm taking you to school, and we've more time..."

I huffed, but when he pouted at me, I gave in. "just five more minutes." I warned, scooting closer to him and lying on his chest with my arms hugging him.

"Okay, miss" he replied, shifting his position to be able to cuddle me better. "just five more minutes"

"Bucky I mean it" I warned him again when he got way too comfortable.

"No you don't"

"fuck you, James" I said, chuckling heartedly.

"sweet"

I wrapped my arms around his neck and brought him into a kiss, which turned out to be a mess due to both of our smiles.