#just with the a/c running near me with my headphones thinking they sounded so cute & just NICE!!!!!

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i haven't listened to Pansy Division in so long i love them so much they could make me cry

[xalphacentauri]

His Fantasy- Yandere Shigaraki x Reader

You’ve lived a pretty ordinary life at UA until you caught the eye of the worlds most dangerous villain. Tomura Shigaraki has found a new obsession. Yandere Shigaraki x reader. *TW* Stockholm syndrome/ Questionable consent/ Shiggy being creepy/ C*rsing/ Tr*uma/ Kidn*pping/ Bl*od/ Fire/ Violenc* Chapter 2 Chapter 3 Chapter 4 Chapter 5 Chapter 6

Chapter 1 Oh Cr*p Words: 2,451

It’s a nice day out today, the sun’s shining, the park’s vibrant and smells like freshly cut grass. Walking back to the dorms should be a breeze. Looking down at my shoes I take a deep breath. After the incident a few days ago, I know someone’s been following me. I can’t think about that right now though, I need a distraction. I slip my headphones out to enjoy the sounds of families laughing on the benches and a distant band playing in the parks center. Maybe I’ll pick up some snacks for everyone on my way home. Looking  back down at my bags, I smile at the cute new pink skirt I got today, knowing Mina’s probably gonna try to steal it.

Just as I near the park exit I see a group of three extremely drunk men lazily strolling towards me. Great. I’m really not in the mood right now. I avert my eyes as the men blunder past me near the exit shrubbery. Just as I pass by, one man bumps into me, knocking me backwards and making me drop my bags. Immediately I fall onto someone, though they didn’t stumble, instead the man propped me back up by the arms with three diligent fingers.

As I turned to thank him, a warm rough hand grips my neck sternly and thrusts me back onto him. Before I could use my quirk to free myself, I look up only to be met with the same piercing red eyes that flood every news station. His face, which was obscured by his black hood, was dry and extremely pale. His gaze was cold and hungry. I know him. It’s Tomura Shigaraki. I felt the color drain from my face and a croak escape my lips. It’s been him all along.

“We finally meet."  A small smile spread across his lips.

My body froze, I couldn’t speak. I was there when the league attacked but I’ve never been this close to him. I could smell him, feel his fingers run up and down my neck, and feel the heat of his breath as he spoke against my ear

"If you move, I’ll kill you. You know that so don’t try anything” he purred

He took a shaky inhale and brought his head closer to mine. I searched around, noticing no one was nearby and we were obscured by trees and bushes.

Everyone was blissfully unaware that a mass murderer was wedged behind me, pressing his body onto mine.

“I never expected we’d meet this way. I had something much more.. entertaining planned.” he cooed scratchily, looking down at me

Shuttering, my blood ran cold. I uttered a small and unsteady “W-what?”

He let out a small chuckle, clearly amused by my terror. He held me tighter. His eyes bored into mine, looking ravenous.

“Don’t play dumb with me, you know I-"’

Suddenly, his head jerked up as he peered across the street. Two pro heroes and an intern were on patrol, cruising down the block. I couldn’t yell if I wanted to, Shigaraki’s hand was tight around my neck. I squeaked a small choking noise as he turned me away from the exit, muttering into my neck quickly but coolly,

"You look good in pink”

As the pressure on my neck vanished, I doubled over coughing, trying to catch my breath. Collecting myself out of the panic, I swung around frantically scanning the park. I’m shaking. He’s gone. I guess I’m not going crazy after all…

—————— 1 Week Ago ——————-

Opening the window in my dorm and flopping onto my bed I thought about calling mom. I’ll let her know my hero work is going well, that I have lots of good friends, that I keep getting this nagging feeling that someones been watching me. No, I know if I call it’ll all come spilling out, plus it’s too late she’s probably asleep. For the past three months anytime I leave the dorms I’ve seen the same black hoodie lurking nearby. Maybe I’m imagining it. It’s impossible. UA is pretty public about their students so maybe it is possible. I sound nuts. I roll over to check my phone. One new message from Mina about girls night and the class 1A ‘family’ group chat is blowing up. Apparently Todoroki’s soba fell on the floor during lunch and Denki made 6 whole memes about it. Thinking back, making friends here wasn’t so hard. Mina immediately claimed me as her best friend, Jirou and I babbled on about our music taste, I mean at this point even Bakugo is considered a friend. I smile and groan knowing tomorrow at 5 AM him and Kirishima are gonna be banging on my door demanding I attend the mandatory morning jog. I stare at my ceiling debating whether I should see the girls or just fall asleep. I decide on the latter, dozing off hoping that tomorrow my sinking suspicions about my stalker will disappear. My dreams, which are occasionally a garbled mess, are nightmarish tonight. The same nightmare. It’s a memory really. I’m standing, no, being held back in front of a burning building filled with screams. “I CAN HELP. LET ME HELP!!” I shriek It’s no use, Hawks grips both of my arms tighter. “YOU CAN’T! It’s too dangerous! We have to wait for other heroes to arrive!” The screams are too loud, I want them to stop. I scream too, I scream myself raw. Hawks say something but I can’t hear him. What’s he saying? His lips are moving but nothings coming out. All I can hear are the tortured screams from the burning apartment complex. Blood begins to pour out of the building. It’s filling the streets. It’s so sticky. The sky’s red and everyone’s staring at me. I see the same face of a specific victim that came out of the scorched apartment. I knew him. He’s standing in front of me. We went to middle school together. Why does he look like that? His eyes are glazed and swollen like they might pop while most of his body is a patchwork of 3rd degree burns. He looks like he’s covered in bubbles and peeling charcoal but there’s no blood. I’m covered in blood. He grabs my arm. “You’re supposed to be a hero” He rasps It’s all my fault. I jolt awake covered in cold sweat, my head too filled with sleep to comprehend anything. Its still dark. I roll to my side to drift back into sleep. As my eyes finally close, I think I see a shadow sway in the corner of my room. I’ll worry about that tomorrow. The suns too bright and someone’s pounding on my door. “HEY! WAKE YOUR STUPID A*S UP! It’s time to go, hurry up!!” Is Bakugo always this loud? I wake my 'stupid ass’ up then quickly brush my teeth. I can’t find my favorite workout tee. I wore it yesterday and it should be in the hamper but I can’t find it anywhere. Huh. My phone rings for the third time so I float it toward me as I’m squeezing into my yoga pants. It’s Kirishima. I can hear Bakugo grumbling loudly in the background. “Hey are you ready? Were stretching outside” “She’s always late” Bakugo distantly complains I roll my eyes almost audibly and give a quick I’ll be down in a sec to Kirishima as I rush out the door. As usual Kirishima and Mina greet me with smiles and 'hey’ or 'how was your sleep?’ I never answer honestly because I don’t want anyone to worry. What am I supposed to say? 'Oh, it was awful, every other night I’m plagued by horrific nightmares. How did you sleep?’ These nightmares are exhausting. As we run through campus I replay my dreams. My teeth falling out in one, falling off a building in another and then the same nightmare followed by some nonsense dream about my childhood home. Yikes, I must be stressed. I remember waking up after the nightmare too, but just barely. Did

I see something? No, I was just tired. I think. Ugh I’m going f**king crazy aren’t I? Mina snaps her fingers in front of my face “Hey? HEY!! Are you good?!”

I hadn’t realized I stopped running. Wow I’m really out of breath.

“Yeah.. I’m…fine…why?” I huff She gives me a 'really?’ kind of look which turns to concern. “You’re acting weird. Stop it.” She pouts “You’ve been acting weird for a while now, why don’t you tell me what’s up?” I consider this for a moment while keeping a small smile on my face. I can’t tell anyone about my suspicion. I mean something traumatic happens to someone and all eyes are on them. I don’t need any help after what happened, it was 3 months ago. I’m fine. If I admit this to her, or anyone actually, they’ll look at me differently or worse…send me to therapy.. I’m more than my suspicions I tell myself. Plus nothing’s actually going on. I’m fine. I break out my most 'I’m completely sane’ smile and giggle “Mina, you worry too much. I’m perfectly fine. If anything you’re the weird one. You’re always weird though.” She laughs as we share her water bottle, giggling about some drama between Deku and Uraraka that happened a few days ago. We run back to the dorms, catching up to Kirishima and Bakugo midway. It’s already 6:30, I’ve gotta get ready for class. I strip, shower, take care of my hair and skin then rummage through my clothes. Uniform? Check. Favorite bra? Check. Favorite panties? No check. What the actual hell? Every week more and more of my things are going missing. It’s like someone’s making a shrine of me or something. First it was my favorite tank top, then some other clothes, knick knacks, followed by my godd*mn sketchbook, my favorite running shirt this morning, and now my undies? Most of my missing clothes I blame on Mina since she’s the queen of 'borrowing’, but my panties? I’m past the point of thinking all my stuff is in Mina’s closet or misplaced. I’m honestly over this. I grumble a little as I put on something else, grab my stuff and make my way to class. Class was uneventful as always. Sero threw some tape balls at me, Midoriya muttered through the test so I couldn’t focus, Denki and Krishima were non stop laughing during history and I tripped Mineta with my quirk as he was doing a presentation which was pretty funny but other than that, uneventful. I did get lectured by Iida for 'responsible quirk usage’ or something, I wasn’t paying attention. He was doing that thing with his arms so I really couldn’t focus on anything but that. Around 4:00 I found myself in the mall with the girls of 1A plus Sero. We hopped from store to store, not buying anything but critiquing the ugly clothes and praising the good ones. After a while my feet began to hurt and my bladder was more than full so I excused myself to go to the bathroom. After washing my hands I stood outside the restrooms texting the girls group chat to see where everyone was. The mall was really busy today, lots of moms with their fussy kids and teens strolling around. The mall music was tacky too, some generic overplayed pop song was playing softly through the speakers. While I waited for my text, I just watched people. As I surveyed slowly over the masses my eyes stopped on a familiar hooded figure. It was leaning against a wall not too far from me. My heart sank. It’s all in your head I told myself. I feel like it was minutes rather than seconds. The figure had light blue hair past their ear and their black hood was pulled all the way up. All I could see from where I stood was someone or something tall with pale skin and a dry smile creeping onto their face. I felt frozen. I walked towards the figure shakily but as soon as I stepped forward, they stepped to the side, disappearing into the crowd. Still entranced, I followed the figure, seeing them weave in and out of the crowd, hands tucked into the front of their hoodie. Is this a figment of my imagination? The figure was walking farther away and I was falling behind. They knew I was following them. This felt like a game. My heart was racing and cold sweat was forming on my skin. They bumped into someone and the woman scoffed “Say excuse me!” She spat staring at the figure She can see it too. They turned and gave her a wide chapped smile. Even though I couldn’t see their face, that

smile chilled me to the bone. I know this person. As suddenly as they appeared, they vanished into thin air among the crowd. I felt like I was chasing a ghost. I kept walking trying to find them, bumping into people left and right. I bumped into a tall dark haired girl. “Hey! We’ve been loo- are you alright?” It was Momo. I looked around once more. The figure was gone. “Hmm? I’m f-” “HOLY SH*T! You look like you’ve seen a ghost!!” Sero half shouted I wish. Everyone spoke their concerns all at once. Seeing everyone on edge made me realize I must look a mess. I quickly recomposed my face into something resembling natural. “I was looking for you guys!” I said softly with fake confidence Mina grabbed my shoulders and shook me lightly “Yeah we texted you like 20 times but you weren’t responding. What happened?” She urged, looking even more concerned than this morning I pulled out my phone and saw the 5 missed calls and 14 texts. How long was I gone? It felt like 5 minutes and an hour at the same time. Looking around at everyone, I just smiled “I think I must’ve eaten something bad, I don’t feel too good.” Sero had a mix of relief and concern written across his features, “Ahh that must be why you were in the bathroom for so long, huh?” He laughed lightly I just laughed, smiled, threw back a witty retort and changed the subject, wanting to be alone with my thoughts. We walked back to campus and I didn’t talk much. I have proof now that I’m not imagining it. But was that figure- that person there for me? They’re definitely real but am I making things up? They seemed familiar too…

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Chapter 6

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Chapter 7: The Library

A/n: so this chapter has been long-awaited by some and i hope you guys enjoy it! the series will really start moving after this so i would love to hear what you guys think of the chapter! Sorry about any typos- i didn't have time to edit this with all my schoolwork this week! Tag List is Open <3

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Summary: True love has never come easy; life makes sure of that. From unrequited love to missed timing, does anyone have any hope at finding success- let alone pass History at the same time? All these questions leave young people wondering….will they still love me in the morning?

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Y/n’s eyes grew tired as words about some minuscule event in history floated off the page of her textbook. She closed her eyes, stretching her neck-the bones cracking softly as her stiff neck rolled back. The odd silence drew her attention. Curious, she took the headphones from her ears and listened. All she could hear was the sound of raindrops falling against the large windows of the library.

It became quickly clear to the girl that she was alone and the only light in the room was coming from her little desk. “Hello?” She called out. Her voice echoed out from the second floor and filling the open building. When she heard no response, she shrugged and began pacing up her things to head home.

Though there was no response to the girl’s call there was in fact one lone soul left in the university’s library. One floor directly below Y/n sat a tall and slender boy, books piled high on his desk. Changmin twirled a pen between his fingers before checking his phone. His eyes widened seeing the time. Quickly he stuffed his journals into his bag, leaving his bag only half zipped. Red tuffs of fake hair stuck out as his doll was pushed towards the top of his bag.

The boy did a backtrack wondering if he should put his books away but decided against it knowing if he kept Chanhee and his friends waiting much longer then he might not live to see the midterm. Instead, he turned around and headed for the door- backpack on his shoulder and adjusting the glasses that were falling down his nose. 

It seemed fate was entirely focused on these two tonight. Only the storm clouds had a view of the girl walking down the stairs just in time to meet the boy as he stepped onto the main floor. The two shared a brief look- shocked to see another person at this hour, but continued their way to the front doors wordlessly.

Just the sight of the girl had Changmin’s hands starting a nervous sweat. He tried to focus on anything but how pretty he thought she looked with the dim light from the streetlamps outside casting streams of light over her face. As the two students grew closer to the door the sound of the storm outside grew louder. It was also easier for them to see as they neared the larger windows. 

Y/n reached out for the door. Surprisingly, she found resistance as she pushed. Again the girl tried, sending an awkward smile to the boy behind her. After pushing multiple times she gave up with a sigh.  “I- uh....I think it’s locked.”

“Locked?”

Changmin stepped forward and tried his hand at the closed entranced. He pushed and pulled until retreating, brows furrowed. “What you didn’t believe me?” The girl asked with a breathy laugh. Changmin’s eyes widened as he turned to face her.

“What- no! No, not all! I- I- I just...”

“I was just joking, don’t worry.” A timid smile quirked up the corner of the boy's lips. He watched as she shed her bag- placing it against the nearest row of shelves. “Should we try together?” His head moved faster than his mind could process Y/n’s words. He shed his backpack next to hers and the two turned towards the sealed doors.

In his mind, he knew that even with both of their strengths pushing, the industrial locks on the university doors would not break. “I’m Y/n, by the way.” Instead of looking at the boy, she readied herself at the door, palms pressed against the metal bar.

“Oh- I’m..uh...C-Changmin...”

“Well C-Changmin, push on three?” He nodded, finding Y/n’s smile, though small, even more enchanting up close. “One, two, three!”

The two of them pushed with all their might but to no avail. Y/n looked defeated as she pulled her phone out of her back pocket. Her delicate fingers pushed the button but the screen refused to light up. 

Changmin had a similar idea. He reached for his own phone. Both of them smiled as it lit up showing the time and 11% battery left. The grin quickly fell as he realized there was absolutely no signal. Using his long limbs to his advantage he reached up searching one measly bar. 

Y/n ran a hand through her hair. This was the absolute perfect way to end her already stressful and torturous day. She reached for the lamp on a nearby desk but a huge roll of thunder resonated through the building and it suddenly became even darker. 

“Well, this is the beginning of a horror movie if I’ve seen one.” Changmin joked, kicking the door with a grin. His smile fell as he turned to see the fearful look on Y/n’s face.

“Dude- why the fuck would you say that!” 

“I don’t know! I’m sorry!” He mentally hit himself over and over. Why did he say that? There was no need to break the silence. The silence was his safety net right now. If he was silent there was absolutely no way he could appear like some weird Freakazoid to her. He awkwardly scratched the back of his neck, casting brief glances over at the pretty girl he had liked for so long.

The two gradually gravitated towards each other. There was really nowhere else to go. Y/n enjoyed the sound of the storm outside, letting it calm her ever-growing nerves. Changmin resisted the urge to engage in embarrassing small talk.

A bright crash of lightning brightened up the room in sheets just as Y/n’s eye fell on the two backpacks several feet away. Her scream echoed off the ceiling as she caught a glimpse of the Chucky doll peeking its head out of the boy’s bag. Instinctively, she grabbed onto the closest thing- which happened to be Changmin’s hoodie.

Heat flooded every inch of his face and he wasn’t quite sure where to put his hands so he settled for keeping them up in the air. Inside his heart was beating faster than he ever thought possible. It was like all of his senses were heightened the moment she touched him.

“What the hell is that?”

“Oh...umm...he’s my Chucky.”

“Your what?” She pulled away from him and Changmin instantly missed her touch. The girl all but laughed seeing the blush on his cheeks and his arms still raised in the air almost in surrender.

“My Chucky. You know- like from the movie...”

“Yes, I’ve seen the fucking movie!”

Nervously he adjusted his sweater before shuffling over and gently tucking his doll safely pack in his bag- out of sight from the still shaken girl. “Why are you carrying that around anyway?”

The scare had seemed to lessen the tension between both of them; though Changmin was still very aware of every word and action towards Y/n. “I was headed to a thriller marathon at my friend’s apartment after I finished some studying.” She nodded but in her mind, she wondered how if he had been studying for as long as she had, he did not have tears running down his face and a massive migraine. “I guess I just lost track of the time.” 

Y/n couldn’t help but smile a the boy’s lopsided grin. She found it endearing how one side was always high than the other. The more he smiled at her the more she wanted to take a picture of his little quirk.

Another weighted silence fell between them. Against his better judgment, Changmin began to speak. “I don’t mean to pry...but what were you doing here so late?” For a moment Y/n had forgotten all about her troubles that had been following her for the past month and a half. A visible heaviness pressed down her shoulders.

Her back pressed against the bookshelf and she let herself slide down to the floor. “I gave up on finding a tutor last week. I was hoping some miracle would happen if I read that stupid book long enough.”

At that moment she wasn’t just the girl he had been pining after since he was in braces. Changmin saw the exhaustion. He saw the complete lack of hope. He moved his backpack- which she had sat down next to and took its place. 

“What book?” He didn’t need to ask but saved her the embarrassment of telling her that he had been in the room for her lecture with Professor Jeong. Wordlessly she pulled out a book, her hand dipping in the air from the significant weight. “Ah,”

“Good ‘ah’ or bad ‘ah’?”

“I’m not sure which the situation calls for?” He said pushing up his glasses with a little smile. 

Changmin’s grin grew a little wider as he heard her laugh. Even sitting in the dark, her smile seemed to fill the room with a warm glow. “At this point, I think I’m just useless.” She pressed her forehead against the cool cover of the book. 

She wondered why she found herself so comfortable with this stranger. It felt easier to talk with this boy she had known for twenty minutes than to talk with her closest friends- even her parents. A small shock of something she could only describe as electricity, raced up her arm as the boy’s hand brushed hers. He reached for the book, gently taking it from her hands and opening it to the tabbed page. 

“You aren’t useless, Y/n,” His words gave her comfort, wrapping around her like a warm blanket fresh from the dryer. Changmin chuckled, turning the page. “However, one might find it useful to highlight only the useful information and not the entire page.”

He found it cute looking down at Y/n’s textbook. Most of the passages were marked with yellow highlighter- easy to see even in the growing darkness. Some lines were underlined in red and there were circled statements with question marks all over the page. It was evident that she was in fact trying. Actually, her notes were in more detail than his. 

“I just don't understand it.”

“What?”

“All of it.”

“All of history?”

“Sure- let’s go with that.” She shrugged leaning her head back on the bookshelf.  

“I think history can be confusing sometimes too.” Changmin let her textbook rest on his lap. The two of them looked out the huge windows in front of them, watching the storm rage on outside. Occasionally, a flash of lightning would light up the library. “You know, I’m in Professor Jeong’s class too.”

“You are?”

Chanhee was right. She had no idea he existed until now and unless he played his cards right, she would forget about him the moment she left this building. “Yeah...I sit two rows behind you.” He watched her eyes widened a little as if she was trying to recall every face she had seen in that classroom. “Actually...to be fully honest...I knew who you were before tonight.”

Her brows furrowed, creating a small crease in the middle of her forehead. Everything about her fascinated Changmin, even down to her smallest expression. Getting a little nervous, he started rummaging through his backpack. As he chose his next words carefully in his mind, Changmin pulled out a half-full plastic water bottle and portable charger he forgot he carried. 

Interested in the boy’s previous statement, Y/n watched him with intrigue. “I-uh....” His hands shakily turned on his phone’s flashlight after plugging his phone into the charger. “We went to the same high school. You and I have shared classes since grade nine.” Her jaw dropped a little at his words.

“I feel....like such a bitch.”

“Oh no-” He stuttered, trying to balance the water bottle over his flashlight- creating a makeshift lantern. 

“Oh my god, I am the biggest asshole! I’ve never once noticed you in seven years? You must hate me!”

His heart warmed, seeing how bothered she was. He felt a little pride swell in his chest knowing that Sunwoo and Chanee were completely wrong about Y/n. “No, not at all! I just think we had different friend groups that’s all.”

Shrouded in the light from their little water lamp the two of them exchanged old high school gossip that Changmin never quite understood from the outside. “Wait so Miyoung stole Yeonu away from Hajoon?” Changmin covered his mouth in shock, his eyes widening in a cute way. 

Y/n smiled and nodded, hand falling on his knee. “Yeah- I know right!”

“And Yeonu was the guy who-”

“Yeah who sold Class 4B the midterm answers!”

Changmin let loose a huge sigh. “Damn- I missed so much in high school by just studying and playing games.” This time a comfortable silence fell between the two students on the floor. By the way her eyes were drooping, Y/n assumed it was about three am. 

“Nah you just missed....a whole lot of drama.” She yawned shaking her head to stay awake. 

It was then that Changmin’s willpower gave in to the weariness of his body. His brain no longer had control of his mouth at that moment. “What if I tutored you?”

A sleepily smile slid onto Y/n’s face. She turned her head against the shelf to look up at the boy next to her. His hopes fell as she laughed a little. “I need more help than just History.”

“What else?”

“Math, Physics, Psych...”

“I can help you with all of that too!” 

Changmin hated how eager he sounded. “What are you? Some kind of genius?” She smiled even though her back was getting sore and the sound of the rain was lulling her to sleep. 

“No, just a mathematics major whose parents paid for top tutors until he was sixteen.”

The girl stared at him. Her expression was unclear. In her mind, she knew there had to be some catch. No way was this guy going to tutor her in all the subjects she needed for nothing. “What’s your rate, Genius?”

“Like money?

She nodded, turning to fully face the boy. Y/n waited for some terrible number that was hellbent on destroying her bank account. Changmin on the other hand was panicking trying to decipher what number was high enough to get her to say yes but not low enough to make her think that he wasn’t serious. “Um.....$8?”

“An hour? For four subjects?”

“Yes...”

“DEAL!” 

Once again Changmin was frozen as Y/n threw her arms around him in a hug. His hands returned to their familiar place- up in the air, shaking, and far away from her. 

The pair spent the next hours with textbooks sprawled around them. Changmin patiently assessed where Y/n was in each of her subjects, surprised how someone of her intelligence was struggling. He found that she was indeed very bright- but simply not understanding the information the way it was being given to her. 

Neither of them noticed the rain stopping or even the sun rising with a pink and orange glow coming over the horizon, morning light sliding across the marbled floor. They didn’t even notice the sound of keys being turned in the front doors hours earlier they tried so hard to open. 

“What are you kids doing here?” The two students looked up to see one of the librarians standing in the doorway, keys in hand. 

They looked at each other before scrambling to grab their things and running out the doors. The warm, wet morning air greeted them as they stumbled outside. The sun was just peaking over the buildings and Y/n smiled at the dew clinging to the bright green blades of grass lining the sidewalks. It was a new day and a new hope filled her chest. “We’re finally out!” Changmin cheered, jumping up and down adorably. 

Y/n found it precious that someone so tall and graceful looking could be so clumsy and cute. “Changmin, I can’t thank you enough. I don’t think anyone could have explained the Joseon Era principles better.”

“Oh- i-it was nothing.”

“Here,” Taking a pen from her pocket she reached for his right arm and rolled up the sleeve of his hoodie. He took the moment to once again appreciate her beauty up close while the girl wrote her number on his arm. When she was done she placed the pen in his large hand and looked at him expectantly. “Aren’t you going to give me yours?”

Changmin vigorously nodded his head ‘yes’ and internally screamed at his brain to remember the numbers to his own phone number. With anything but steady hands, he wrote his number on her forearm and basked in the glow of the smile he received.

“So-uh..I’ll call you? You’ll call me? We can talk about times that work?”

“Yeah! Dates....and what not...Study-dates I mean! Tutoring! Yes.”

“Awesome! I can’t wait! Thank you so much, you have no idea how much you are saving my ass.” Y/n cheered as she started to back away towards her dorm. 

“So you’ll call me?” He called after her. His feet were planted firmly where he stood for he feared if he moved an inch he might float away.

She laughed, her smile even brighter in the growing daylight. “Or something, yeah!”

“Okay!” He watched Y/n unit she rounded a corner before letting all the joy explode from his body in a fit of jumps, hollers, cheers, dance, and maybe what some might consider singing. 

The sun basked in the boy’s glee as he danced and jumped his way down the sidewalk screaming “YES! SHE KNOWS WHO I AM!” His body was no longer sore and his mind was no longer tired. Instead, he ran all the way back to his apartment with a grin that the sun could not compete with. 

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Plums and Awkward Encounters

Warnings: my first imagine, awkward??, fluff, slow burn, a meet cute?

Pairing: Bucky x black!reader

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The 2pm sun beat down on you hard as you carried your grocery bags under your arms. The concrete beneath you seemed to radiate that heat back to you. Even the bustling traffic on your left didn't seem to help the temperature.

Who would be crazy enough to drive in this weather? Let alone walk. Heatwaves in New York City were the worst things to ever happen. Only the brave survived. You chuckled to yourself as you imagined people melting just like the ice cream you had left on your counter last night. 

After a few steps, you paused to reshuffle your bags and the headphones in your ears. You could feel pools of sweat gathering under your arms. For a moment, you became scared that the wetness would tear the paper and the groceries would fall out.

Adela, the shopkeeper had offered to double bag but you had mumbled an incoherent answer about ‘wasting paper; while you fanned yourself with a stack of greeting cards at the till. She had simply laughed and shouted after you ‘Come back if you need more, my sweet!’.

So you had picked up your cross to bear the walk home. After a while, the music in your ears changed from the acoustic sounds to a swelling jazz noise that startled you. In alarm and confusion, you fumbled in your back pocket to decrease the volume, forgetting that your groceries relied on your arms. Your tinned cans, frozen dumplings and a punnet of plums tumbled out of your bag, displaying a very obvious and a very damp hole at the bottom of your bag.

A car hooted near-by with young guys as your face became even hotter when one of them shouted ‘Ay sweetheart! You need some help?’ They sped off leaving you angry, wishing that you had taken Adela’s offer

In dismay, you took out your headphones and tucked them in your back pocket to hear someone else shouting just behind you. For a moment you wondered whether it was one of those boys, coming back to hassle you further, This was New York after all. 

‘Excuse me?’ ‘Miss!’ This time you turned around to see a tall man bounding down the steps of a red brick apartment building. His brown hair flowed against his chin and his white long sleeve tee and dark grey jean shorts bore specks of green paint. 

‘Hey’. He said as he finally reached you, momentarily breathless after jogging to you. 

You stood and simply said ‘Hey….. Um..?’ You waited for the man to speak.

You did your best to hide your damp armpits from his blue eyes by crossing your arm around your other bag

‘Yeah sorry, um.. I just wanted to give you a couple of your plums that… rolled my way’. He had waved his hand to his side to demonstrate the roll. More importantly, you noticed a gloved hand on his left hand.

‘Oh, thank you’ You smiled tiredly and snapped your eyes back to him, realising that you had been looking. ‘How did they even get that far?’ You sighed and rolled your eyes chuckling with him.

He continued to chuckle as he dropped the plums in your hand and said ‘Well… you had a pretty determined face as you were walking’. 

You laughed, knowing the face he meant. ‘Well, I don't think I can stay in this heat for any much longer... so it was that, or suffer slowly’ you mentioned.

‘Oh yeah… of course!’ ‘Here, let me help you’. The tall stranger started to gather the various tins and the packet that had fallen by your feet. 

You had been standing next to him as you tucked the other bag further into your arm. You started to awkwardly lean down to help him pick up the last few tins when he suddenly stood up, his forehead meeting your chin. The pain flooded your tongue as you accidentally bit on it on impact.

‘Oh my God! ‘Oh my God, I am so sorry’ the stranger repeated. ‘I am so sorry miss’. ‘Here, lemme, get you something for that! Ice is good’. He started to fumble in his back pocket until he realised the stupidity of his actions. 

Redness flooded his face. ‘Um, I’ll just run back to my place. I'm pretty sure i've got some ice sitting in the back of my freezer’. He awkwardly rubbed his hands on his jeans, walking backwards, until you nodded, prompting him to say a soft ‘okay’.

He left as soon as he had arrived, leaving you on the sidewalk with your groceries still lying by your feet. You were considering placing the rest of your food in the other bag as you heard hurried footsteps bound towards you again. Looking up, the brown haired stranger was holding out this time a bag of ice cubes.

You tried to smile this time but it didn't quite reach your eyes. You should have been more grateful but you couldn't help thinking just how… tiresome your day had been so far. 

He placed his hands on his hips, signalling his hand to his apartment. ‘So… do you want to come in and sit down for a bit? You’ve got blood on your lip’

Your hand instinctively went to touch your lip and drew back to look at your crimson fingers. He was right. Even still. This man was a complete stranger. You didn't know him! Was he using that as a pick up line to get you to….

‘Oh wow! I am so sorry. I regretted that as soon as I opened my mouth’ he started apologising again, as if he had read your mind.

You smiled softly as the ice began numbing your lip and said ‘no its okay, I should really get going.’ ‘My food isnt going to walk to my apartment’. 

You started the ritual again, of putting the food in the other bag when you realised that a hole was forming in that one too. Tall guy followed your eyes and said softly ‘Hey, please. Let me at least help you get home’. He started to reach his arm out in the busy traffic when you stopped him and said ‘no, it's okay, my apartment isn't that far away’.

He scratched the back of his neck again and his dark eyes glinted, catching the name of the grocer printed on the bag ‘Adela’s Deli and Grocery’. Before you registered what was going on, he had started running in the direction that you had walked from, shouting ‘I’ll be right back!’.

This time, you really gave up. You had just spent an extra ten minutes outside in the heat that you weren't planning on. You gathered the rest of your things and walked to his apartment building steps. With a sigh, you sat down with resignation, not really knowing what else to do. 

As you stared at your definitely melted dumplings, you heard the jazz music that had surprised you before. Had it been playing all this time? It was so much louder before!

You looked behind your shoulder and took a deep breath in. Wet paint filled your nostrils and for the first time today, you felt still. You closed your eyes, the music seemed to drown the traffic and the smell of paint distracted you from the pain in your mouth. You must have looked a mess.

You quickly realised that the stranger was the one who had made you stop in alarm. His loud jazz music had frightened you and… and if it wasn’t for him you wouldn’t be sitting on his steps; sweaty, bloody and with 2 torn bags. Actually… the bags had been your fault, so the handsome guy was excused from that equation. Wait.You found him handsome? ‘Y/N!’ you sighed to yourself with your eyes still closed, ashamed that your brain had subconsciously led you to this conclusion. You continued to silently scold yourself for feeling mushy about a stranger helping you who just happened to be handsome. He couldn't help it! Also, where had he gone? And why were you still sitting on his steps like a squatter? You started to wonder about his one gloved hand. Did he have a medical condition? Also, who wore long sleeves in this weather?

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Handsome man had stopped running when his apartment building came into view and he saw you sat down on his steps. He inhaled sharply as he saw your face angled towards the sky, the sun hitting your cheekbones perfectly, the light hitting your curls and shoulders to create a perfect silhouette of a shadow behind you. His heart beat faster as he approached you.

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Someone cleared their throat. You were still in a closed trance when you heard it again followed with a deep but soft ‘Hey’.

Your eyes blinked open to reveal handsome guy standing in front of you, now slightly sweaty, holding out 3 bags with Adela’s shop's name on them. 

‘You… you ran to Adela’s in this heat?’ You said, clearly astonished.

 ‘Ah.. yeah its not that far, only 3 blocks away.’ He looked embarrassed at the sudden attention.

There was a pause as you both looked at each other. His face with a slight smile and yours with a smile too, though yours must have been more puffy and swollen. 

‘Oh…. um here.’ He gave you two bags and with the third he started to pick up your groceries from his steps. Unprompted. You started to wonder whether your friend Maddie’s perception of NYC men being ungentlemanly, was accurate.

You started to transfer the other groceries when you remembered you hadn't said thank you. Not properly anyway.

‘Thank you so much by the way… this was really nice of you’ You began.‘You didn't have to run all the way and back...but thank you’. You had started to trip over your words so you decided to stop yourself there. 

Handsome man simply looked up to meet your Y/E/C eyes, smiled and said ‘it was the right thing to do.’

You must have had a mini blackout at that point because the man was standing at the bottom of the steps next, reaching out his free hand, still smiling and said ‘I’m Bucky by the way’.

You extended yours, smiled and said ‘Nice to meet you, I’m Y/N’.

You had joined him at the bottom of the steps when he said ‘So, I’ll help you get these to your place’. ‘We wouldn't want another casualty on our hands now would we’. 

‘How altruistic of you’. This time you laughed properly. 

Bucky thought it was the most wonderful thing he had heard all month.

Leading the way, you both started to say ‘So, um’. You both chuckled at the synchronicity. You talked mostly while Bucky listened. You both talked about the weather, and you told him how disappointed you were this morning to find that your cookie dough ice cream had melted all over your counter. He started to say how his favourite flavour was vanilla with chopped plums on the side when you said.

‘I couldn't have vanilla because the soy ones taste awful’. 

Stopping in his tracks he said ‘What? You don’t eat dairy? Ever?’

‘Ever’ you laughed. ‘Though sometimes cheese is my weakness. 

‘Oh man’. Bucky started to chuckle ‘I don't blame you! Pasta and pizza would be nowhere without cheese!’.

You had now reached your front door when you said ‘Well. This is me…. Thanks for everything, Bucky’.

Bucky waved his free arm as if to say it was nothing. He waited until you had found your key in your back pocket and had opened the front door. You placed your bag inside the door and turned around to see Bucky handing you the one he had carried for you.

‘So.. um well. It was nice meeting you.’ He nervously looked down at your mouth ‘I’m really sorry about your mouth too’.

‘Please no, don't be.. takes two to tango’. You cringed inwardly and cursed yourself as you took your bag from his arms and placed it inside. 

Bucky looked amused to say the least as he chuckled at your innuendo. He now felt he had to say something profound. Anything to make you want to see him again as much as he wished to see you. Would that have been weird? He thought he felt a connection between you. He started to scold himself that this was the 21st century. And everything was different. 

He cleared his throat and started… ‘So, I was wondering if I could see you again?’ Would that be okay?’

You were shocked. A handsome guy was asking to see you. Little old you. You started to nod and said ‘Yeah, sure.’ ‘Well, we both know where we live’. You almost slapped yourself for not offering your number instead of opening your mouth.

‘Oh yeah, pretty sure there's some stray plums marking my door right now’ He laughed. 

Your eyes met again with a pause. Bucky wanted to stare at you all day. Until he remembered… His front door. He had left it open all this time. 

Bucky started to run back. Again, but this time, with panic in his dark blue eyes. ‘I’ll see you soon, doll’, he shouted.

You grasped the railing outside and as you headed inside, you exhaled and smiled.

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Codename Cupid: Chapter 10

Previous: Searching for Seokjin Pt. 2

Pairings: Light Jungkook x Reader 

Genre: Secret AgentAU, AgentAU, Government Agent AU, Slice of Life

Ratings: PG13

Word Count: 2.7K

Warnings: Swearing

Summary: She finds Taehyung at the local dog park, an unfamiliar face by his side. 

Tailing Taehyung

Present Day

          I’ll be honest, this is my favorite part of the job. Music low, tinted windows, unmarked baseball cap adorning my head, GPS tracking my every move so I can retrace my steps. I’ve already downed a grande latte, two bagels and a family sized bag of sour skittles. But it’s the quiet waiting, the planning of every move, the sleuthing and interpreting, anticipating another person’s every move.

         Kim Seokjin is predictable. He gets up, goes to work, comes home. There’s no romantic partner, no gym time, nothing. His office building, non-descript, standard skyscraper. It’s painful how predictable he is. Which is why after three days, I begin to search for another name on Euna’s list. Kim Taehyung.

         He’s easier to track, beloved librarian, he works at the downtown branch where he packs the house for his weekly story hour. Costumes, characters, voices, he commands the room, never demanding adoration because it’s so freely given. His name at the Library, though, is not Kim Taehyung, but Jung Taehyung, as if he got married and changed his name without telling anyone. My only indication that they’re the same person are photos from Euna.

         Tailing Taehyung is thrilling. He’s going to book launches, gallery openings, museum exhibits, clubbing, and on a few nights, stays late to close the library. Those are my favorite, he puts headphones on and dances around the library, re-shelving children’s books and shaking his ass. He lives across town from Seokjin, in a quaint house with a green door. He seems to have an abundance of friends, rarely goes out with the same people twice in one week. No partner on record, no flirting or taking someone home with him. He does have a dog, something he must’ve picked up after leaving the Lee’s.

         Picking up Johnson from my sister’s house, I park near the dog park by Taehyung’s house, a frequent weekend spot. He might go to different clubs every Thursday or try a new restaurant with a pair of gentlemen, but he goes to the same dog park on both Saturday and Sunday, then to the coffee shop on the corner, where he tries a new drink on Saturday. If he likes the drink, he gets it again on Sunday, but if he hates it, he picks something new. He never orders coffee, only tea and juice concoctions. How he exists, with all that energy, and no coffee, I will never understand.

         Another thing I will never understand is Johnson. A golden doodle with a slight limp, she’s both deeply loving and simultaneously polarizing. She runs hot and cold, licking you one minute, growling the next. There’s no reason for her split personality, her ability to turn on a dime, but I’d like to think Johnson is struggling with her identity and would really benefit from therapy. At two years old, still fully a puppy, she has gone to obedience school three times, and is only truly unkept when forced to be with humans for too long. The dog park is her happy place. She loves running around, sniffing everything, frolicking in the grass, no leash, totally free.

         What a blessing to borrow my sisters fur baby to ensnare Kim Taehyung.

         Maisy pulls me towards the dog park, excitement coursing through her body. It takes everything in me to not drop the leash and let her go, but she has a high chance of running into traffic and her death cannot be on my conscience. Within moments of stepping into the park, I spot Taehyung and his little pup. A black and gold Pomeranian, he weighs the same as Johnson’s front paws. Taehyung stands, sunglasses on, black hair parted slightly to reveal his honeyed forehead. He looks too cool for school, and I’d believe he was, if he wasn’t laughing energetically at the man to his right. The man is familiar, one of the usual men he tries a new restaurant with every Tuesday.

         Setting Maisy free, I move around the park, monitoring her, hoping she’ll land exactly where I want her to.

         The initial contact with a mark, or suspect, is the most precarious. I can’t come on too strong, can’t give too much away or seem too eager. I have to have every moment planned in order to get the information I need. In this case, it’s getting close enough that I can speak with Tae to find out what he knows regarding Lee Euna and her family, and maybe see if he’ll drop hints about her manifesto.

         I circle the park, my eyes on Johnson and Taehyung, slowly moving closer to the man and his friend.

         “Did you catch the end of the game last night?” The other man asks.

         “No, was I supposed to?” Taehyung responds.

         “It’s too early in the season to be calling it, but they’ve got a chance to go to the Superbowl,”

         “Huh,”

         “Excuse me, sorry to interrupt,” I say, turning my body to face them. “Is that your dog? The little one?”

         “Yeah, it is,” Taehyung answers, smiling lightly at me.

         “It’s so cute, what’s its name?”

         “Yeontan, or Tannie,”

         “Adorable, is that Korean?” I ask.

         “Yes,”

         “Very cool, my boyfriend’s Korean,” I lie. Jungkook isn’t my boyfriend. He’s just a guy I’ve slept with once and fallen asleep next to twice … or whatever.

         “Nice, I wonder if we know him,” Taehyung said. “What’s his last name?”

         “Jeon,” I tell them. I clock the miniscule movement in their brows, the exchanged glance, but I don’t know what it means.

         “Not too many of those, what’s his first name?” The man next to Taehyung asks.

         “Jungkook” I tell them. My eyes don’t leave their faces as they both nod, neither daring to share a glance.

         “I don’t think I know him,” Taehyung says.

         “Well, what are your names? I can ask him if maybe he knows you?” I offer. Take the bait, take the bait.

         “I’m Taehyung, this is Jimin,” He says.

         “Y/N,” I offer my hand to shake, which they each accept.

         This is my moment, “This is going to sound crazy, but do you know Lee Euna?”

         “Who?” Jimin asks.

         I scrutinize his features, no slight quiver of the upper lip, no pupils dilating, no quickened breath. “Lee Euna, she’s part of the family that owns Lee Enterprises?”

         “Oh, Lee Enterprises, I’ve heard of them, they’re brokers?” Jimin asks.

         “Traders,” Taehyung responds.

         “Candlestick makers,” I finish the rhyme, both men look at me quizzically, then laugh. “They do banking and stock trading for the top 0.01% of society, royals, billionaires, human traffickers, etc.”

         “Ah,” Jimin nods. “Not my area of expertise.”

         Agreeing, Taehyung nods, “Mine either,”

         “Same,” I add. Maisy runs up to me and begins growling at the men I’m standing with. “Johnson Maisy Lou, knock it off,”

         “Johnson Maisy Lou?” Taehyung laughs.

         “I didn’t name her,” I shrug.

         “Her?” Jimin continues laughing. He’s like, really pretty.

         “Yeah, my sister’s dog. She gives no shits when it comes to gender norms. Johnson was a bet she lost though,” I inform them. I reattach Maisy’s leash and give her a good once over. “You ready?”

         She wags her tail in response.

         “It was nice to meet you guys, maybe I’ll see you next weekend?” I smile again, friendly and kind to a flaw.

         “Yeah, bring your boyfriend, we might have some friends in common,” Jimin smiles again.

         I wave before dragging Maisy back to the trail and slowly to the car. They know Jungkook, I don’t know how, or why, but something in their reaction tells me that they are more than just friendly with him. Maybe they went to school together? Or worked together before their respective positions at the library and whatever Jimin does? That would answer few questions but makes me feel uneasy.

         When I return to my car, I’m met with a familiar sight. An envelope resting on my driver’s seat. Car locked, windows intact, it sits, waiting. My blood runs cold, chills down my spine as I stare. I swallow the bile in the back of my throat and survey my surroundings.

         “The first was a warning shot. This is your last chance. Stop. Looking.”

         I panic, glancing all around me, trying to find someone who stands out in the weekend shuffle. There’s no absurdly dressed person, no one in a weird hat or harboring a long-range camera, no one glancing at me in my sheer panic, fear pushing my fight or flight into overdrive.

         Choosing a stance somewhere between fear and power, I walk swiftly towards the coffee shop. Ordering a concoction I’ve heard Taehyung order, I ask the cashier a leading question.

         “That’ll be $3.57,” He smiles. I glance at his nametag, Robert.

         “Thanks, Robert. Can I ask you something?”

         “Of course!” He answers.

         “You see that black car?” I point towards the general direction of my vehicle. “Have you seen anyone approach it in the last hour?”

         “No, but I just started my shift twenty minutes ago,” Robert informs me.

         “Okay, thanks,” I move out of the way and watch as other customers flit through the shop, the open concept rustic café is a hot spot, known for their tea infusions and gluten free pastries, it’s a hot ticket. The line is often out the door, and everyone who works here receives massive tips. I don’t know who gives their spare change, but I’ve seen the jar completely full on more than one occasion. Tipping for leaf water is preposterous, but then again, a good cup of leaf water is hard to find. I think, I’ve never really truly looked for it.

         After giving myself 30 minutes to calm down, I head back to my car, taking the note and slipping it into an evidence bag. I drive the 15 to my sisters, knocking aggressively as I am positive Maisy is one bark away from biting me.

         “Did you have to bring her back?” C asks, opening the door.

         “I don’t want to be arrested for dog-abuse, that’s a serious crime,” I hand her Maisy’s leash, and she obediently retreats into the house, running towards her food bowl.

         “Oh, I’ll stick the ASPCA on you for sure. How was she?” C asks, stepping back to allow me into the house.

         I sigh, “Useful, did exactly what I needed her to.”

         “That might be the first time in her life she’s listened to directions,” C laughs. “Water?”

         “And probably the last, isn’t that right Johnson Maisy?” I ruffle behind her ears and take the can of Bubly from my sister.

         “How’s your little man friend?” She asks, hope in her eyes.

         “He’s not little, and he’s not a friend,” I correct her.

         “Right, right, how’s lover boy?”

         “Don’t call him that,” I squeeze my eyes closed, knowing full well where she’s headed.

         “Oh, baby, how’s baby?” She does her best Jennifer Grey impression.

         “You’re the worst. And he’s fine,”

         “Have you been seeing him regularly? What’s his name again? JK? Did his parents just really like New York Undercover? Or I’m sorry, the Killing Joke?” C laughs at her own jokes, which makes me hate her cleverness even more.

         “Jungkook, and yes you can call him JK,” I sip on the pineapple flavored sparkling H2O.

         “And?”

         “He’s great, he’s wonderful, he’s sexy and intelligent and thoughtful and kind and I could swim in his Bambi eyes forever, okay?”

         She laughs at my tone, frustration evident as I blush profusely.

         “You like him,” She sings. 

           “Too much it seems,” I roll my eyes.

         “Are the feelings mutual?”

         “He took me to breakfast, after dancing, we didn’t have sex, and then, he took me to dinner and a movie the next day, a ‘traditional date’ as he called it. It’s been a month? Not even, and I think about him constantly. I want to see him every second of everyday and I feel so sad when he’s gone. I’m literally handing him my heart to break and I think, all signs are pointing to him handing me his,” I bury my face in my hands, feeling the heat radiate onto my palms. Why is this so embarrassing?

         “Are you going to take it?” C asks.

         “Haven’t I already?”

         C lets it hang I the air, my willing acceptance of heartache at the hands of this lionhearted man, my willingness to be absolutely gutted by him, and in return, his vulnerability to be tossed out like every other man who has ever dared to get close to me.

         “Maybe he’s worthy,” C offers.

         Shaking my head, “It’s not about being worthy, I don’t deserve anyone.”

         “No, no one deserves anything except basic human rights, food, shelter, education, healthcare… but maybe you’ve found a guy who is actually going to be supportive and challenging, someone who isn’t scared of your callousness and thrives in your ability to love without bounds. Maybe he’s that person for you.” Her stare is knowing, and I hate how correct she could possibly be. I hate that I’m falling so quickly, and I hate that he might be falling too. It’s easier when one person has the upper hand, when a bluff pays off with a win. But if we both fold, then are hearts become collateral, and to whom the pieces go becomes a mystery.

         “Can we please stop talking about him?” I request, the tears brimming giving way to my distress.

         C smiles softly, her knowing sisterly gaze on my tears. “Absolute. How’s the case going?”

         “Fine, I found another guy with Taehyung, they both seem to know Jungkook, but I don’t know how they know him or why they lied about it. Neither mentioned anything that was useful,” I wipe the few tears away and pick up my drink.

         “Will you keep digging?” She asks.

         “I’m not sure there’s much more to dig. Euna has her list, she knows what they did, she doesn’t want proof that they’re guilty, she just wants to know where she can find them.” I inform her.

         “That’s the business you’re in, finding people who don’t want to be found?” C clarifies. She knows better than anyone what I do. Though I function in dark allies and make backroom deals, C follows the letter of the law and works for a branch of the CIA. Doing what, I do not know, but she understands the importance of hiding, and the lengths people will go to, to remain out of sight.

         “It’s not my job to protect them, C, if I can find them, anyone can.”

         “Why does she want to find them?”

         “Revenge is my guess, why she had to come to me when she’s worth billions is beyond my understanding. She could’ve hired anyone, had a mole in the government search, literally anything other than showing up at my broken-down door,”

         C pauses, “What if they’re in witness protection? What if she was abusive?”

         “They’re not in witness, if they were, they wouldn’t use their real names or live in the same city she does. That and you would’ve found out. And, there are no records of abuse in the system, no restraining orders, nothing.”

         “Could they be hiding from her?” C questions.

         “In plain sight?” I counter.

         She laughs. “Staring Mary McCormack now streaming on Amazon Prime.”

         “I’m leaving,” I roll my eyes.

         “Just, be careful, okay?” She reaches for me, and I enter her embrace. Sister hugs always carry more weight.

         “I will be,” I say into her hair.

         “Don’t dig a hole bigger than you can fill,” She kisses my cheek gently, her lip gloss sticking to my skin.

         “That’s not a saying,” I reply as I wipe the goo from my face.

         “Don’t care. Love you,” C stares me down, her words echoing through me.

         “Love you, mean it,” I respond, and her shoulders relax.

         We haven’t always had the best relationship, the most love, the most respect. She’s anal and controlling, I’m easy going and dare I say, happy? We’ve always been opposites, she loved analytics, statistics, history. I craved action, drama, constant stimulation. We both love puzzles, though hers remain recreational and mine professional. At our core, we’re cut from the same cloth. Mannerisms mimicking the other, eyes of similar shape, looking enough like sisters to never be questioned.

         But she’s right.

         Am I digging a hole bigger than what I can fill? Has Lee Euna, Euna Lee, set me up to completely fail? Do these men want to remain in hiding, and if so, what’s the level of risk I am putting them at?

         Maybe solving the mystery of who the man was with Taehyung will guide me towards an answer.

Next: Codename Another Shot at Love Pt. 4

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Product Rating: 8.5/10

Service and Shipping Rating: 4/10

I rated their service 4 because of something that happened after I ordered my headphones. I ordered their headphones on a Wednesday and I emailed them (twice) on Saturday after getting no shipping updates - I went to check on my order status, it said it was closed (I got nervous, I don’t shop online a lot, let alone internationally). I got my answers on the following Tuesday - with the first one saying that nothing was wrong and that it was still waiting for delivery. The second response was the answer that I had needed. They answered saying that my package couldn’t ship out because it was stuck at customs because my package needed an “Unified Identity Authentication”. I didn’t even know what this was, and Google was no help. Miraculously, I was able to find out what they were needing by looking up customs regulations for my country and was able to quickly sign up for a personal customs code. I quickly sent them a reply and they answered back saying they’ll send it to the company.  I wasn’t as angry as my sister, but I do agree with what she said. Were they ever planning on telling me that I was needing such a thing? There wasn’t a box asking for such information when I was inputting my address so I was unaware that was required. Five business days had passed, and I only found out they needed an important piece of information because I emailed them. Thus, the reason for a low service rating. I will give them credit that within the time frame of Tuesday and Wednesday, they did answer back rather quickly. But the late initial reply and the fact that I had to reach out to them to find out why my package wasn’t shipping, is why I gave them this rating. After sending them my code, I finally got a confirmation email on Friday. 

Another reason for a low shipping rating is that they gave me the wrong shipping service, so it took me a while to even figure out which shipping service my tracking number was valid for. At that point, I only figured out what shipping service it was once my package arrived in my country.

After that, I received an email from the Korean branch of the shipping company confirming my address and all that. Later, they too, provided a tracking number, but again without a specific courier service. Thankfully, Naver has some sort of feature where you can input all available courier services and the tracking number to see which one it belongs to. Overall, I’d say it was a surprisingly slow delivery. Maybe I’m a little spoiled from fast shipping in Korea. After it passed through customs, it did get here somewhat quickly. They said minimum it would arrive Thursday, it came around Friday at lunchtime. 

Thinking back on it, I guess it was pretty fast shipping - around a week and a half to two weeks, but the lack of information needed from the company really lowered the rating. 

Product Initial Rating: 9/10

Oh my gosh, it’s so pretty!!! From the pictures, I was a little worried about how the gold would look with the pink, but there was no need to worry, the color scheme is so pretty. The earcups are also nice and squishy which is nice. It’s a little on the cheap feeling side because it’s made of plastic - which unfortunately, makes it creaky and a little stiff. I’m worried about potentially breaking the adjustable area because it’s so hard to pull out and push in. Other than that though, everything is so pretty and nice. I will say, it smells very strongly of paint when you first open it. I don’t know why, but especially the earpads smell so strongly of paint I gagged a little. 

I love the details that let you know it’s Cardcaptor Sakura! The fact that they even gave three Clow cards?? I love it! The wired audio cable is based off of her star wand handle and the headphones themselves have aspects of CCS!

My package also came mainly in good condition, only a few minor bumps here and there - very minimal; which is surprising because it wasn’t that well protected. Maybe one layer of bubble wrap and then plain plastic packaging.

The headset case is absolutely beautiful! I thought it would be hard, knockable leather, but it’s actually a little squishy! I think it’s based off of her uniform, and it’s so cute! I think you can use it as an actual bag, but taking out the mold and stuff was a little hard, so I gave up because I didn’t want to risk it.

Product Final Rating: 8.5/10

I am in no way an audiophile or an expert on headphones, but I really like them! The sounds are nice and clear and crisp. I’m not sure if they’re for gamers because I’m not one, but when I used them playing Genshin, it was even more fun than usual! I could hear the fire crackling, the winds howling, and even what I think were wolves howling in Dragonspine! I could hear the little details and I think that was pretty impressive. I haven’t tested them with various genres of music, but I did like what I already heard. 

I wore these for around an hour to an hour and a half and I didn’t even realize that much time passed! The earcups are really comfy and not bothersome, even with glasses. I will say, it’s a little on the heavier side and it weighs down from the top because of the cat ears and I did notice that a little near the hour mark. They also are a little tight to put on and that makes it a little hard to take them off, but hopefully they’ll stretch out over time.

The fact that it can be wired and wireless is also nice in case you run out of battery or just don’t feel like using bluetooth. The USB-C type means it’ll charge faster! Using the volume and function buttons really did make me realize how plasticky it was because it would make a plastic echo-y sound every time I pressed it. 

I don’t think the mic is that good. On the few times I used it to talk with, the person on the other side said I sounded too quiet and I guess it doesn’t pick up on my voice that well. But I have also read other people say it’s good enough for calls, so it’s up to you.

You can manually change the lights and colors or you can do it through the app - which by using the Clow cards, can also unlock new colors. I don’t know if I’ll use the app because you need to input your phone number and I generally avoid inputting such information. 

As for the battery life, it is not that good. It definitely is much shorter than the advertised 20 hours with lighting wirelessly. I can’t say exactly how long because I don’t and can’t wear headphones for that long, consecutively. But I do wear them for around 2 hours a day or so, and I only use them for around 2 or 3 days before I have to charge them. So I’d say around 6 hours total? So yeah, way less than advertised and “guaranteed”.

The headphones are definitely on the pricey side, which makes sense because of intellectual property and licensing - plus the cards and the leather bag headset case. I love this headphones and hopefully I’ll wear them a lot! I recommend these if you aren’t an avid gamer (because I don’t know if they’re good enough for that), love CCs, and have the money to spare! 

extra note: I will say, if you have the money to spare, it is pretty worth it! Especially if you compare it to the airpods pro! These headphones, including shipping, turned out to be slightly cheaper, and it comes with more!

Ramblings:

I don’t know if it had to do with me, but it seemed like I could hear better from the left earphone - it was clearer and louder than the right - I actually had to move the left away to see if the right was even working lol. My sister also said the same thing, so it’s possible that this pair of headphones isn’t in the best shape? It’s not so obvious that it’s jarring, but it’s a little obvious in that it makes it uncomfortable. 

I am wondering if Yowu will eventually offer extra accessories like earpads in case we need to replace the ones we have, or if they’ll give instructions on how to wash them? 

I also would have liked it if Yowu had more details on their shipping and refund policies (mainly shipping) and clearer details and information on the shipping service. 

I was watching Genshin Impact’s 1.5 livestream, and I don’t know if it was cause it was a livestream, but near the end, the audio started to occasionally short out, so there’s that.

Overall, I’d give this pair of limited edition Cardcaptor Sakura headphones a solid 9/10!

[localkatshelter]

Okame’s Underbelly: Intoxication |2nd|

(ShinsoxOC)

Katsumi's POV (localvillageidiot#0870) and Shinso's POV (hecker#8339)

Warning: Contains toxic relationships, heartbreak, quirk misuse, and alcohol consumption

Preview:

| Fuck, it’s actually over. The grave reality hit me in the face like a brick. I felt an unfamiliar emotion painfully swell in my chest. It terrified me. So, I did what I knew how to do best: avoid, avoid, avoid. I reached into the bag and pulled out a bottle of soju. I twisted off the cap and began downing it; I didn’t even notice the bitter taste. It didn’t take me long before I was ready for the second bottle. My head was    empty. |

1st Chapter - Anticipation

(Katsumi’s POV)

Performances had been going on for a little while. I had shifted my position in my chair a couple of times to get comfortable and finally settled on sitting cross legged with my knees resting on the plush arms. Holding my, now lukewarm, tea in both hands, I inhaled as I took a sip. The minty aroma cleared the fog in my head a bit from the heavy summer air that was being moved around by the slow ceiling fans scattered across the room. I did my best to politely listen to the people on stage as they went through their pieces, but really only one in every five people were any good. I looked at my phone to check the time. There was about 20 more minutes until Okame’s usual time slot. As a particularly boring piece was being performed, I heard some shuffling to my right. Curious and in need of something a bit more stimulating, my eyes wandered towards the sound. Not wanting them to notice my staring, I kept my eyes low towards the ground. I saw a pair of large black chelsea boots stop two chairs away from me. Their owner sat down rather slowly and as my eyes moved up the distressed denim pant leg I caught a glimpse of their hands tensely gripping the arms of the chair as they lowered themselves down. I couldn’t help but stare at those hands as they fidgeted with the loose strands of the cloth chair. The chipped nail polish certainly wasn’t intentional, but the aesthetic fit oddly well with the haphazard chunky rings that adorned their long, rough looking fingers. Am I weird for thinking hands are attractive...?

 Afraid that I would make accidental eye contact but now fully invested in analyzing this random stranger, I adjusted my angle in my chair, so I could easily peek to the side and see the stranger fully. Now that I could get a full look, I could tell for sure that the person sitting nearby was a guy around my age. I watched as he shifted in his seat to take off the black jacket he wore. He set it in his lap and tugged at the seams. I continued my observation. Oh he has an eyebrow piercing too? That’s kind of cute. His whole vibe is a bit Edgelord for me but he pulls it off. My eyes trailed back to his hands, which hadn’t stopped fidgeting. I followed them as he raised them to run his fingers through his hair. The color of it is what struck me first, it was so unique. The shade of purple really suited his pallet. But what the fuck is with that style? Is that on purpose? Is bed head a new trend? Well, I guess it doesn’t look terrible on him... Satisfied with my full analysis and slowly losing interest, I turned my attention to the next performer, who was at least a bit better than the few prior, but still not great. I checked the time again and got a bit excited since it was almost time for Okame to perform. In the meantime, I decided to entertain myself by making up little stories about Mr. Edgelord to pass the time.

I checked my phone casually to see the time. Oh, it’s almost time!  I straightened up in my seat to make sure I could see the stage well. It seemed like the whole room did the same, any side conversations that had been going on suddenly lulled and faded out. The entire room’s focus shifted to the empty stage at the front. We waited in collective anticipation for Okame’s ghost performer to walk up on stage. I peaked around the room for the familiar looking girl but to my surprise, one of the staff members walked onto stage instead. People turned towards each other and began murmuring in confusion. The staff member tapped into the mic to refocus everyone’s attention. 

“Good evening, everyone. The Squeaky Wheelhouse has an announcement to make. As many of you know, typically around this time our resident performer, Okame, has their ghost performer read their work. Unfortunately, Okame has informed us that they will be going on hiatus starting tonight. We are very sorry to see them go but we wish them well and hope they will come back whenever they are ready. With that being said, lets move right into our next performance.” 

The room remained silent for a moment as the announcement sunk in. Then all at once, chairs began to scrape against the floor as people got up to leave. Wow, I had no idea that this many people came specifically for Okame. Among those that got up was Mr. Edgelord. Huh, never would have pegged him for an Okame stan. I wonder what his deal is? When did he become a fan? I’ve never noticed him before. I was pulled out of my thoughts by a gruff, low voice speaking to me. I looked up to see Edgelord standing next to me.

“Excuse me.”

I pulled my legs in to make room for him to pass by, not saying anything. He looks super disappointed. I really can't remember ever seeing him here before. How weird. I looked around to see a noticeable amount of people had left already. I feel bad for the rest of the performers. I should stay for at least a little bit longer. I don't have anything better to do anyway and no one is waiting on me back at the dorms. Despite my best intentions, I could only make it through about another 20 or 30 minutes of performances before I decided that I didn't have to punish myself anymore with tonight’s below-average open mic entries. I gathered my things together and put them into my bag. I headed outside to start my walk back home. As I went to pop my headphones in, my quirk started to pick up an immense amount of sadness coming from someone to my left. I looked over and saw Edgelord hunched over on a bus bench with his head in his hands. Before I knew what I was doing, my quirk was dragging my body in his direction. I gently sat down next to him and reached out to tap his shoulder.

(Shinso’s POV)

If I’m being honest, I barely paid attention to the other performers. I knew I was being rude,  but I couldn’t help myself from impulsively checking for my ghost performer as it was getting closer and closer to the time slot. She liked to keep me on edge so I’m sure she was waiting for the last second to show up.  I heard snaps followed by the crowd hushing as the last performer before “Okame” left the platform. I stared at the stage intently but to my bewilderment, one of the staff members walked on instead.  “.... Unfortunately, Okame has informed us that they will be going on hiatus starting tonight…”  I didn’t hear the rest of what he said after that, his words just became a drone. She didn’t even show up.  After the staff member finished up the announcement he left the stage. My mind was blank, as the empty spotlight burned into my brain. I felt my body lift itself from the chair abruptly. Before I could process what I was doing, I was already making my way out of the place. To my relief, other people followed behind me so I didn’t stand out too much. I brushed past a few people, and luckily my auto-pilot still had some manners to excuse myself. 

My thoughts were racing as my heartbeat pounded in my ears. Fuck this, I’m going home. I swiftly beelined straight to the bus stop near the Wheelhouse. The soju bottles clinked together as I dropped down on the bench. I impatiently dug in my pocket for the pack of cigarettes I was trying to stretch for the week. I’ve cut down significantly and planned to eliminate it from my life completely. Right now is not the time to think about that. It’s actually the perfect fucking time to whip one out.  I put the cigarette between my lips and lit it with a shaky hand. I took one deep drag, the familiar static sensation coating my tongue and throat. If I wasn’t fuming, it might have actually felt soothing. She has some nerves not showing up after fucking around on me. What the fuck does she have to be mad about? 

We were laying together on the couch, catching up on the most recent episode of a show we both enjoyed. We had just finished laughing at the comic relief after an emotionally dense scene, when I saw her phone screen turn on in the corner of my eye. My eyes habitually followed the light to where her phone was plugged in next to me. The unnamed preview message read Are you still with him? I’ll be in the area tonight. I froze. I took in a deep uneven breath before slowly turning  to her.

 “What is this?” I rasped, as I held the phone to face her. 

She looked over and her expression shifted unpleasantly before she attempted to grab the phone from my hand, which I reflexively dodged.  She knew better than to answer my question. I rarely ever used my quirk on her, because it always managed to exacerbate the situation so it wasn’t worth it. If she’s already avoiding my questions, then this must be bad news. 

“Unlock your phone.” I demanded firmly.

 “No, Shinso.” she sighed. “You always let your paranoia get the best of you. Just stop. Don’t ruin tonight. We can always fight about something stupid another day.” 

Her dismissive demeanor irked me to no end. 

“Are you fucking kidding me right now?” I borderline growled.

 “Leave me alone!” She spat back at me before her face went blank. 

Got her.  

“Unlock your phone.” I repeated steadily. 

She took the phone with a slack grip and entered her password.

 “Give the phone to me.” 

The more I scrolled through the thread of text messages, the more betrayed I felt. I was too devastated to be angry, but I was far from numb. The intense influx of emotions caused me to unknowingly release her mind from my control. I finally realized, when I heard soft choked sobs coming from her. When my eyes returned to her, she looked completely defeated, but I could not bring myself to sympathize with her. I tossed her phone on the couch before getting up and snatching my keys off the table.

 “Shinso, stop! Please wait!” she cried as she tugged my arm towards her. 

“For what?” I retorted sharply. “Actually, don’t answer that. I don’t need to get more evidence to know that we’re over.” I yanked my arm from her grip. 

She said nothing.  I pushed through the door without looking back.

After reliving the memory, I slowly came back to the present. I flicked the now cigarette butt on the ground and stepped on it.  Any sane person would wonder why I still wanted to be with her. The truth is, I’m a big fat hypocrite. I’ve done my fair share of bullshit in the relationship. Granted, I never cheated, but still, it’s not my place to get on my high horse. We’ve gone through so much together, and honestly, I can’t imagine what it would be like to not be with her anymore. And now...it’s actually over. Fuck, it’s actually over. The grave reality hit me in the face like a brick. I felt an unfamiliar emotion painfully swell in my chest. It terrified me. So, I did what I knew how to do best: avoid, avoid, avoid. I reached into the bag and pulled out a bottle of soju. I twisted off the cap and began downing it; I didn’t even notice the bitter taste. It didn’t take me long before I was ready for the second bottle. My head was empty.

I stopped keeping track of how much I had consumed. All I knew was that the bus was taking fucking forever. Despite it being cold out, my chest was warm due to the alcohol. I could barely sense that nameless feeling in there anymore. My head was fuzzy, a little too fuzzy now. Is this the third or fourth bottle?  Before I could contemplate the answer, the horizon began tilting before my lowered eyes. I rested the weight of my upper body on my knees and hung my heavy head low, hoping this dizziness would soon pass. 

[meganshinsou-tm]

Sugarcoated. (m)

↳ chapter one: sourpuss

❧ genre: pro-hero hitoshi, adoptive siblings, happy ending

❧ chapter warnings: workplace harassment,unsolicited flirting

[multi-chap masterlist] [next chapter]

"Wait, for how long?"

A low and exhausted sounding voice sighed on the other end of the line.

"Three months Hitoshi, you should be able to handle that."

The purple haired hero groaned as he stood from his seat and exited the train he occupied and made his way down a familiar street.

"You know I'm still working full-time at the agency until next month right? Even then - when I start that teaching job, I'll still work at the agency every other weekend. There's two problems here; Eri gets out of school at what 1pm and on weekends I work what am I supposed to do with her, I can't leave her alone or bring her along."

"You're her brother Hitoshi, I'm not going to just hand her off to someone we don't know. I don't leave for another week, so you have time to figure something out. Look for a nanny or someone to be there when you can't be, you have friends." Aizawa exclaimed through the speaker.

Was this man serious? Dropping this bomb on him out of nowhere! How could he possibly find a nanny in just a week.

"If I could even make that work, what about when I won't be coming home from my job until I don't even know when?"

"Ask them to board with you then, it's only three months. I take care of her 24/7, 7 days a week, with an extra hand you'll be fine. Now, I have to go, let me know when you find someone and don't forget about Sunday, your sister is looking forward to dinner."

With that, the call ended and Hitoshi shoved his phone back into his pocket with a sigh.

In no time he had made it to the café he sought out and entered, the smell of sweet treats and coffee filling his nostrils and making his stress suddenly disappear. He was greeted by one of the familiar waitresses as he walked to his usual spot in the corner. Sitting down, Hitoshi took his phone back out and scrolled through his contacts, hoping that one of his friends would seem somewhat suitable for the problem he now had.

Running a hand through his wild violet locks he sighed, "Where the fuck am I going to find someone dumb enough to live with me and that little brat for three months?"

You sulked down the street with your hands in your coat pockets, listening to the music that flowed through the wire of your headphones and ignoring the now normal whistles and coo's from the men that passed. One guy held up a his hand and licked the back of it, making you roll your eyes and flip him off.

"I need this job, I need this job," you chanted quietly as you tried to pull down the short outfit you wore, hoping that by some magical way it would grow more fabric.

While walking to your job you thought about how dehumanizing the short and somewhat revealing onyx colored maids outfit was. The hem of the dress hit you mid-thigh, revealing the garters that connected with your white stockings. A choker that resembled a collar with a bell adorned your throat and matching fluffy cat ears nestled in your (h/c) locks.

"I wonder if it's normal for every female college graduate to sink this low just to pay off their crippling student loans," you thought to yourself nearing your destination.

It was a lousy job at an animal-themed maid café but you had to live somehow until you found a better job. Since you majored in culinary arts and focused more on baking you figured a café to start out with would be perfect, you were a beast when it came to baking delicious sugarcoated treats; plus working at a fan-service type cafe would earn you even more money with tips. Which it did, but it also earned you a handsy boss, public humiliation and unwanted attention during walks to and from the establishment. At first you didn't know how long you'd manage but each day the nervousness and giving a fuck wore off.

You walked into the back door of the café and shuddered as a chilly wind slammed the metal door shut.

"These outfits really are a health hazard in this weather Mr.Lee!" You snarled passing your tall dark-haired boss, going to the work lockers.

He chuckled, his dark eyes following and drinking in your legs.

"Well when you can come up with a solution of some sort, please feel free to bring your idea to my office," he retorted in that husky and wrongfully attractive voice of his, his hand ruffling your hair as he walked out of the room.

"Tch, what a douche."

Removing your jacket and headphones, you put the items in the locker and closed it, moving to the bathroom to look over yourself one last time before clocking in.

"Oh (Y/N), good you're here! Shinsou is back!"

Your coworker informed as she rounded the corner. Pouting your lips and looking towards the ceiling you wondered why the universe was tormenting you so suddenly.

"I care why?" You groaned with a fake disgusted look.

"Oh stop, you know why! Now hurry and clock in so you can wait on him."

Nodding and waving her away you went to the bathroom and primped your hair. Looking at your reflection, a whine followed upon seeing how your cheeks were already flustered and feeling that your heart was already beating faster than humanly possible. This happened every time that cursed name was brought up.

Hitoshi Shinsou.

Taking deep breaths you calmed down and straightened the outfit and mentally prepared yourself. Since you started working at the café, Hitoshi seemed to take a liking to you and you grew friendly with each other. It was odd though how so alike you were, some days you'd butt heads and others you'd get along just fine. It was an strange relationship but he tipped really well and he was easy on the eyes, the worst of it though was how he had this hold and affect on you that couldn't really be explained and it drove you mad making him the bane of your existence.

You sighed and walked out of the bathroom to the door that separated the café floor from the locker room. Door cracking open, you peered around it until those crazy purple locks came into focus, making your heart flutter. At the same time matching colored eyes looked up and straight in your direction as they smiled. You fully looked at his face and saw a smug grin on his lips as he mouthed what seemed to be a short and simple 'Hi'.

Just as you were about to fully open the door and exit, it was pushed closed and a force pushed you against the surface of the it. Gritting your teeth the blood started to boil in you from the feeling of hands trailing down your hips and playing with the straps of your garters.

"You know, I think that hero really likes you kitten," a hot and disgusting voice whispered in your ear.

"What the fuck does it matter to you," you hissed and elbowed the man making him chuckle and retract.

"Nothing really, now run along and make him happy."

Rolling your eyes you readjusted the now frazzled attire and looked at your boss with hate filled eyes. "Whatever you say creep!"

Mr. Lee tilted his head and smiled smugly, "I'm sorry what was that kitten?"

"Yes sir!"

Soon the sound of heels and a bell coming closer made Hitoshi look up from his phone and to the cute waitress he had been expecting. His purple brows quirked though as he saw an aggravated look on your face.

"So, it's one of those days for both of us huh," the hero mused internally.

You finally stood before him and crossed your arms behind your back, looking at him with a tilt of your head.

"What do you want today?"

Hitoshi chuckled and crossed his arms on the table, giving you a sly smile.

"Hello to you too sourpuss!"

[kamilahmademedoit]

The Talk (Mona x MC)

As part of RoD appreciation week, I’m posting this fic now, although it was almost done at least a month ago. It’s slightly AU, set a few years after the main events, Mona and MC are no longer on the run. I just want to see them have a regular life… sigh. Anyway, no warnings except for language and some implications.

Cutsey chubby baby cheeks, and little baby feet moving aimlessly in all directions, and that little button of a nose… ohmygod, the baby was smiling at her, a bit of saliva running down his chin and just… ugh, Ellie’s heart was melting on that interesting verge between tenderness and aggression. She stuck out her tongue at the baby and he looked at her with curiosity, then giggled the way only babies did and wiggled in his stroller, reaching his little hands for her. 

His father didn’t bother much, just glanced over at Ellie a few times as if to make sure she wasn’t thinking of kidnapping his offspring, what with the way she was staring with this wide maniacal grin. Here they were, the three of them waiting outside a baby store on a warm Saturday evening with the sun still fighting for a spot in the sky. The dad was looking at his phone rather absorbed by whatever it was he was reading, the baby was fascinated with Ellie, and Ellie… she was this close to throwing away all rules of propriety and snuggling up the little bundle without so much as asking for permission first. 

Then she noticed in the corner of her eye Mona stepping out of the store, shopping bag hanging on her arm as she was putting away her purse. Ellie immediately turned away from the baby, startled, God forbid Mona got the wrong idea about this whole thing and decided Ellie might actually…  

“All fixed”, Mona announced, looking up at Ellie, her face that of a person who just had someone else deal with an annoying issue. “We even got a discount to make up for the mix-up.”

“Oh”, Ellie acknowledged simply and leaned in to look at the bag. “Too bad they didn’t have the one with the bees pattern for one-year-olds. But this one is cute too.”

“It’s adorable, are you kidding, look at the little mice, I mean, c’mon…”, Mona’s face lit up for a moment, her grin so sincere, mellowing down all the hard edges. Ellie gazed at her adoringly before leaning in for a quick peck on the cheek. 

“Let’s go, we’re late enough as it is,'' she urged her gently and walked a few strides ahead. 

Mona just now noticed the baby. She gave the little munchkin a smile, noticing how he smiled right back, his puff baby mouth twisting in that amusing way. Mona made a funny face at him, then turned away, catching up to Ellie. 

They hadn’t seen Riya and Kevin in quite a while. They missed Trina’s first birthday because their flight got delayed, leaving them stuck at the airport on the way back from New York, and then also ended up missing Kevin’s 30th birthday a few weeks later when Ellie’s father got hospitalised. Things turned out fine but Ellie was scared senseless for a few long hours before they got to him and the doctors reassured them it was a minor injury on the job. 

And now that Riya and Kevin had invited them over for dinner just to catch up, they were making up for the birthday parties missed by getting Trina and Kevin some overdue gifts, as well as a little toy giraffe for Sam, who was going to throw a tantrum if his little sister got something and he didn’t.

Riya and Kevin’s apartment building was just around the next corner and for once they made it barely 15 minutes late. As they entered the 10th floor apartment, however, a huge baby bump greeted them, followed by Riya’s wide grin and the satisfaction on her face as she saw how surprised they both were. 

“Oh my God, Riya…!” 

“I’m not that far along, it literally happened overnight, I swear.”

They exchanged a few more words over taking off jackets and making their way into the apartment, a curious toddler swiveling around their legs all the while making incomprehensible little noises.  

Kevin greeted them in the dining room, opening a bottle of red wine. He made his way to each of them for a quick kiss on the cheek. “So it’s no surprise any longer,'' he said between greetings. 

“Oh, I had a hard enough time keeping it secret”, Riya protested, giving him a cheeky smile.

They all sat around the table, little Sam climbing up ‘auntie Mona’s leg to sit in her lab, the stuffed giraffe already in his clumsy grip. As she was playing with him - a striking contrast between his baby talk and her slang - Ellie was talking to Riya, sparsely casting glances their way, noting how good Mona was at this. She wasn’t surprised, frankly, she had seen Mona interact with Kevin and Riya’s kids before. But something today made her feel that extra pull in her heart at the sight of Mona holding little Sam and she couldn’t quite put her finger on it.

“So, obvi, we’ll have to skip that but I’d say it’s worth it”, Riya explained about their vacation plans. 

“Oh, no, totally”, Ellie agreed, shaking her head. “We get it, we don’t want your waters breaking on the beach”, she laughed light-heartedly, reaching for her wine glass. “Besides, we’ll have the whole house to ourselves, right, babe?”

“Hm?”, Mona turned her head in her direction, Sam having captured her attention completely. 

“I said we’ll have the beach house all to ourselves”, Ellie repeated, nodding her head toward Riya. 

“Ah, yeah, sure, don’t worry ‘bout it”, Mona brushed it off before being suddenly smacked with the stuffed toy across the face, Sam openly demanding for her attention. “Hey, man, what the heck, thought we were buddies!”, Mona protested, much to his delight.             

… 

Late night conversations in Mona’s car was their thing. Sometimes they would go for a drive with no particular destination, leaving LA behind, Mona joking about never returning… but always making their way back to their apartment. They would talk for hours, having spent the day apart, and in those nameless moments Ellie could feel herself on the other side of Mona’s walls, safe in the little fortress instead of banging on the door as she had done so many times before. 

On their way back from Riya’s they were both silent for most of the way. Ellie was pleasantly sedated by the one too many glasses of wine she’d had at dinner, her forehead rested on the window, the city lights blurring in her vision. Mona seemed to be somewhere else too, not in that detached, self-guarded way Ellie was well familiar with, but still, she was certainly in her head, only driving by instinct.

“So, should we…”, Mona broke the silence somewhat tentatively, Ellie’s head languidly turning in her direction. 

“Should we…?”

“Yeah, I mean”, Mona’s gaze was on the road as she switched lanes, her focus divided. “Have one of those.”

It took Ellie forever to figure out what her wife meant by that. She knew her well enough to have an educated guess but she was confused by the wording and besides, surely Mona didn’t mean to suggest… or did she? Mona cast a quick glance her way when Ellie delayed her response, brows furrowed in concern.   

“You want to have kids?”, Ellie asked for clarification, her eyes searching Mona’s face for a clue. She seemed dead-serious about it, whatever it was. 

“Don’t you?”, Mona turned the question on her. 

“Well, do you?”, Ellie arched an eyebrow, surprise coloring her face. Never had she imagined that Mona of all people would want to have the white picket fence life. Though, they were nowhere near that, their whole marriage so far as unconventional as they came, starting with the elopement in Vegas on the run…  

“I actually want to.”, Mona raised her voice as if arguing against a previous version of herself, a bit surprised at her own answer. 

“I do too…”, Ellie admitted softly, taking her gaze off Mona’s face to stare absently at the cars ahead. 

“Since when?”, Mona gave her a quick glance, already anticipating the answer. 

“Since always.”

“Can’t say the same for myself…”, a hoarse puff escaped her throat as she smirked. 

“Since when do you want to have kids?”, Ellie inquired looking at her wife as if seeing her for the first time. 

“Well, the idea kinda grew on me around Riya’s second.”

“And you’ve been thinking about it since?”, Ellie continued her little investigation, skepticism muffling her joy, making her cautious. 

“Been considering it, yes…”, Mona glanced at her again, eyes widening at the look on Ellie’s face. “Don’t be so shocked, gorgeous, I have my moments.”

“You have more than moments”, Ellie quipped softly, her eyes sparkling with mischief, teasing Mona for her unexpected domesticity, her capacity for warmth and quiet marital contentment Ellie never thought she’d get to experience with her.    

…

The muted sound of chatter and laughter filled the lazy morning silence as the sun drenched every surface of their bedroom in soft peach hues, its rays illuminating the millions of tiny dust specks in the air. Mona always watched those talk shows with no headphones and Ellie would chuckle beside her as a particular line briefly caught her attention, never taking her eyes off the screen of her own phone, sometimes making Mona mentally guess whether it was the host or a meme on Pictagram extracting that laughter.

But Ellie was unusually quiet today, not really paying attention to whatever it was she was looking at on her phone, neither really hearing the host’s witty remarks about the president’s latest diplomatic visit. She slightly leaned forward to reach for her cup of coffee on the tray between them on the bed, then had a small sip and hummed at the bitter taste she loved. 

“It’s strong”, she remarked, pleased, not particularly addressing her wife but with the unspoken recognition that it was Mona who made coffee and breakfast this time. 

“I was thinking about what you said last night,'' Ellie added after a few moments passed as the audience erupted into laughter. 

“Hm?”, Mona didn’t even chuckle but neither did she take her eyes off the screen. “Oh, that? Don’t worry, babe, I don’t think he’ll really run for president again, I just meant if he did…”

“No, it’s not that… about having kids.”

The noise suddenly stopped as Mona hit pause. She looked at Ellie who was still holding the cup underneath her chin. 

“Yeah?”

“Well… how do we go about it?”, Ellie asked meeting her gaze, her deep brown eyes holding another question.  

“How do you wanna go about it?” Mona was unexpectedly solemn, the gravity of her resolve making Ellie now feel how real it all was.

“I was thinking… maybe I could get pregnant? Or you could! Or maybe… I could do it now and you do it the second time around?”      

“The second time around?”, Mona arched her eyebrows, a mix of surprise and amusement lighting up her face. “What if we have the little fucker and decide we’re done with parenthood?”

“Babe, once we have ‘the little fucker’ we can never be done with parenthood. Ever.”, Ellie explained gently, tilting her head.  

“I mean, I know, just… Let’s take it one baby at a time, okay?”, Mona chuckled, tracing Elie’s cheekbone with the back of her index finger. Elie closed her eyes, relaxing into her touch for a brief second. “Never wanted to be pregnant”, Mona continued, her eyes still glued to her wife’s face, her adoration now out in the open. “But I think I’d love to see you…”, she swallowed and lowered her hand, emotion suddenly too overwhelming. 

Elie’s gaze softened as she leaned to plant a tender kiss on the corner of her mouth. Mona pulled back. She looked at her wife with that familiar mischief in her eyes, then she took the breakfast tray that was still between them and carefully placed it on the floor on her side of the bed. With that obstacle out of the way, Mona grabbed Elie’s waist in her arms and pulled her under the duvet, covering her neck with butterfly kisses. 

“What, are we starting now?”, Ellie managed, laughter interrupting her sentence, as Mona’s kisses tickled and teased. 

“Ha, yeah, I wish it worked like that.”

“Mmm… if it did, last night should’ve done the trick.”, Elie giggle, her voice breaking into a gasp as Mona gently bit below her jaw.

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Amortentia

Jack Kline x Reader

This was requested by my awesome friend @beccollie18 :

Can I request a Jack Kline x Reader one shot? Where the Winchesters and Jack and Cas go on a witch hunt and Jack is hit with a love potion and falls for reader? Reader is freaked out and runs from her feelings and Jack does cute fluffy things to win her over? Could you also put Lucifer there trying to give Jack advice and puts reader in awkward situations with him. Could you include Winchester teasing and marriage proposal? 172-174, 237, 242, 213, 207, 196, 194, 193 prompts? Fluff and light smut    

A/N: This was awesome! I was planning to do a Jack fluff but had no ideas. So, your prayers were heard. So instead of Lucifer giving awkward bits of advice, That will be Cassie’s Job for today.

A/N/N: Anyone who’s willing to have a oneshot where Loofer gives/receives awkward pieces of advice can send me a request. As always I’ll use a song (you know me). Hope Y'all enjoy this and remember I love you.

Main characters: Team Free Will 2.0, Rowena

Prompts:

172 - “Let me love you”

174 - “Will you marry me?”

237 - “She’s hiding behind the sofa”

242 - “Don’t call me ‘princess’, asshole”

213 - “She said shut up to me”

207 - “You little shit!”

196 - “Shush, music first, then books and … maybe at the end… you”

194 - “Who dares to interrupt me when I’ve got my headphones on?”

193 - “Hey, beautiful”

Warnings: A lot of panicking. Adorable little nougat boy, Cas being Cas, light smut (If what I wrote could be considered that, sorry if you were expecting something different. Let’s say they are sexy times), the Winchesters being lovely,  and tons of fluffy fluff (someday I’ll make serious warnings but that day isn’t today. Sorry not sorry)

Word Count: 4684 Words (as long as fuck)

Based on these songs -> Bed Of Roses - Bon Jovi & When I look into your eyes- Firehouse

Drink it. Drink it and all your dreams will come true.

A sweet voice said from behind the Nephilim, who was observing intently the elaborated thin crystal coup with an amber liquid, feeling the sudden need to reach for it. The witch materialized herself in front of him taking the form of Jack’s beloved one. Y/N. She delicately reached for the coup and holding it in her beautiful hands she drew near him.

You know you want this. Us.

The whisper was like the singing of a mermaid. Once you heard it, irrepressible. He couldn’t help but cautiously take the beverage from her. Sweet apple essence. Your perfume. Your essentia clouding his senses instantly. The sight of you clouding his mind.

Drink. And we can love each other forevermore.

It was almost unbearable for him. It was so wrong. But the thought of being away from you was taking over him to the point that it made his heart broke. He knew you didn’t love him, right? But, what if? Your figure cupped his face with those hands making him look into those mesmerizing Y/E/C eyes. Hypnotic.

Don’t be scared. The answer is in your heart.

He could die now and be happy forever and one knowing the last thing he saw was you, even though it was an illusion created by a witch. Jack gripped so tightly the coup that the witch thought it would break into pieces, however, he lifted the cup to his lips what made the witch smirk and he downed the love potion as Dean would down a whiskey shot.

The Winchesters along with Castiel and Rowena came rushing to the room, yet, it was late, the damage was all done. The witch turned around when she heard the door being open furiously, retrieving her original form.

“Jack no!“ The angel and Rowena shouted in an attempt to make the kid wake up from his trance but the Nephilim wouldn’t focus, he was blinking as if he would pass out at any second.

A loud bang was heard making Jack regaining consciousness, letting go of the coup only to be shattered into shards, and the witch fall to the floor with a loud thud. A second passed and the witch turned into dust along with the witch killing bullet. The brothers never saw something like this before.

“What was that?” Dean asked Rowena who was currently examining this witch’s grimoire while Cas rushed to Jack’s side.

“A potions witch, they are very rare and extremely powerful” The redhead explained “They gain their powers and immortality through potions. The immortality potion is a really complex one. This potion turns a human into dust, and for that, you have to die, but, to be still alive you need another potion called Angelus Anathema, in other words, the curse of the angel. A beverage made of demon blood, angel grace, and human souls. Anyway, they are not very immortal because you can kill them with a demon knife, angel blade or witch killing bullets or just steal the potion that keeps them alive.” Saying this in a snap of her fingers sent the books to a safe place in the Bunker.

“So they are like the Borrowers but they keep their existence to the potions because they aren’t powerful enough to cast spells?” The younger Winchester wondered.

“Exactly” Rowena nodded walking up to the Nephilim “But the question here is why are you still alive” She wondered cupping Jack’s face with her hands looking intently into his eyes.

“What do you mean,” Castiel asked frowning and concerned

“What Jack drank wasn’t a usual potion it was a powerful love potion” Rowena clarified placing both index fingers in the kid's temples.

“A love potion? Like the... Amortentia” Sam said making Dean throw at him a bitchface.

“Really? Harry Potter? Now?” His brother said annoyed.

“Guys!” Castiel spoke calmly “I learn that this potion is dangerous, why is that so?” He looked at Jack, panic taking over his body.

“It’s extremely dangerous because it’s made of Djinn’s blood, that’s what gives its amber or blue color. How do you feel sweetie pie?” The witch asked sweetly to the Nephilim.

“I’m” He frowned thinking for a moment “Fine. Overwhelmed but fine. Is it bad?”

“Considering that anyone who drinks this potion dies instantly, is not that bad” She smiled “You are very fortunate. There’s no escape from this potion”

“There’s no escape?” Dean asked

“No. There’s no escape from its sleep unless the person it made you fell for returns your love” Rowena explained

“Doesn’t seem that difficult” Sam commented

“No. Considering that this beloved one has to be your soulmate, it’s not that difficult no” The redhead commented with heavy sarcasm. “So, tell me, Jack. Who did you see?” Jack smiled sweetly.

“Y/N” He whispered sweetly making everyone in the room gasp.

“Today is your lucky day kid!” They all commented with one voice “I suggest buying lottery tickets. Hell no! You must buy lottery tickets!” Dean added exiting the room to head to the Impala.

“I thought you knew me better than to interrupt me when I’m watching the best show you have, Netflix,” You said out loud pressing the continue button harshly.

You were currently catching up with some of your favorites shows, you had so many that most of them were in their third season, as you had to sit this hunt out, due to some broken ribs in a not so sweet fight with a son of a witch. So despite your argument with Deano, saying that you could go on a hunt with no problem, he claimed that you should fully recover before going on another one again. As if you didn’t hunt with a broken arm or ribs before.

You heard the metal door of the Bunker being opened and instantly you knew that your boys were back safe and sound. As soon as you turned off the TV, you clearly heard a loud Princess I’m home from Jack making your eyes go wide. It couldn’t be possible, for some strange reason that nickname made you panic and look for a place to hide. Brilliant idea.

It was obvious, even for a blind one, that you love each other deeply. Well, It was crystal clear that you love him, but he was a Nephilim. Not that you minded. You were sure if things weren’t like that, he being a powerful being and you a stupid human, he’ll love you back. But life wasn’t so easy, and sure Karma didn’t leave you alone always making you fall for him every day more and more. There isn’t a chance that you two could be together. But you couldn’t hate him either. No, you couldn’t. So yeah, you were angry with him for being so cute and adorable as hell.

“Princess? Where are you?” There he was. In the living room doorframe. OH Chuck, if you could you’ll run to him and hug him tight and kiss him.

He took a look inside the room but saw no sight of you and frowned. Turning his head to look at Sam who placed an arm around his shoulders and chuckled.

“She’s hiding behind the sofa, Jack” He saw how the young Nephilim’s face lightened up with happiness and something more he couldn't quite pinpoint.

“Fuck” you muttered to yourself. Busted. You thought and as if it were a magic trick you stood up from the floor with a jump and a sweet smile.

“Princess!” Jack cheered as he opened his arms and in two long strides he hugged you tightly as if his life depended on it. You awkwardly patted his back and felt a fluffy touch on your left arm. Widening your eyes again you realized it was the feathers of his wings. It only meant one thing, and it made you panic even more. “I missed you, princess,” He said again.

“Don’t call me ‘princess’, asshole” You said grabbing him by his shoulders to move him away from you.

If there was something you hated more than anything was someone calling you princess. You knew damn well you weren’t one. And furrowing your eyebrows you left the Bunker’s living room and headed to the library. Jack turned to look at Sam who was chuckling softly.

“I thought girls liked to be called princess” the Nephilim wondered frowning.

“Well, this princess of the night doesn’t like to be called that” Sam gave him a soft smile.

They both heard you shout ‘I’m not a princess!’ angrily making the young Winchester laugh. You weren’t going to admit that your heart skipped a beat when Jack called for you as soon as he placed a foot on the bunker by calling you ‘princess’.

Later that day...

You were relaxing, reading one of the so many interesting books in the library listening to the best collection of heavy metal classics. Sitting next to you was the Nephilim talking with the brothers, his father Castiel and Rowena, who had a soft spot on him but wouldn’t admit.

“You should tell her how you feel, Jack” Sam commented taking a sip of his beer and typing on his laptop.

“Wait, she isn’t hearing our conversation, right?” Dean asked turning to look at you.

“No, I can hear Holocaust from here!” Sam clarified throwing a bitchface to no one in particular.

“Really?” his brother wondered in awe.

“What is Holocaust?” Jack asked the older Winchester frowning “That sounds terrible!”

“Well, better than what you should ask who are they” Rowena spoke not tearing her eyes from one of the grimoires she borrowed from the witch as she turned another page.

“They are a Scottish heavy metal band founded in 1977 and based in Edinburgh” Castiel answered Jack nonchalantly making all of them turn to him. “Y/N told me yesterday because I asked the same question”

“Guys, we are going around the bush, Jack, just listen to me” The witch closed the book and put it away. “You need patience with her. She might seem tough on the outside, but she is as soft as she is difficult to get through. You just have to find ways to demonstrate her how much you love her” Jack blinked trying to absorb the amount of information he just received and then nodded in understanding.

“Dean always tells me to be direct with my feels” Castiel explained tilting his head.

“Just, tell her you love her, already!” Dean grunted finishing his beer.

The Nephilim turned in his chair to face you. You were truly beautiful. But he didn’t love you just for your looks. He loved you because of your heart. You were the first one in helping him anytime he had a problem and a really good listener, so for him, it was impossible not to love you. You’ve really been nice to him since the very first second he met you and the sight of you and your cheerfulness was so contagious, that it always made him smile. So, feeling sudden confidence, he pulled your earbuds out of your ears, making all of them go wide-eyed while they shouted ‘Jack no!’. Castiel gulped hard, feeling your anger levels rising very quickly.

“Who dares to interrupt me when I’ve got my headphones on?!” You couldn’t help but snap at whoever did that. Everyone in the Bunker new not to disturb you when you were listening to music because, well, you’ll be ‘a little grumpy’ instead. “Just in the best damn part!” you continued ranting harshly turning to face the cause of such misfortune.

“You’ve released the Krakken, man” Dean joked to mask his fear, earning a bitchface from his brother. He knew better than to do such a thing.

Jack was staring at you dumbfounded and in fear with your headphones still in hand. However, when you saw it was only Jack, you softened your factions and instantly regretted snapping at him. Shit, he’ll hate me now.

“Sorry” You apologized softly clearing your throat “D-did you want something?” Jack could only shake his head no, he was still frozen. “Okay. Just don’t do that again, please” Placing a comforting hand on his shoulder and kissing his cheek with a noisy kiss, making him relax instantly, you stood up retiring to your room, leaving a smiley Nephilim behind with a hand were your lips were moments before.

“He tamed the beast” Both brothers whispered together not believing their eyes.

The morning two days later after this...

You were sitting in the back seat of the Impala between Castiel and Jack, scrolling down your phone looking for some info, while you five headed to another hunt. You slowly looked up from it and turned your head only to find the cute Nephilim staring intently at you.

"Hi," He said raising a hand waving at you with a smile on his face. He crossed the line of awkward you thought. You found it really cute but you weren’t going to admit it.

"Um... hello, Jack" you awkwardly raised your hand waving a little bit your fingers not knowing where to look. As you leaned forward to turn up the volume of the radio as it was AC/DC on it, you whispered to the brothers what was wrong with him. Sam just shrugged and Dean started to sing along the lyrics of ‘Thunderstruck’ but didn't quite pay attention to him because you were trying to understand was being said behind you.

"Jack stop" Castiel whispered to him

"But did you see it?!" He whispered back.

"What did I miss?" You asked looking at Cas who was just facepalming and pinching the bridge of his nose.

"Nothing really important" Cas commented with a wave of his free hand.

What you missed was Jack looking intently at your booty and while, you looked at Cas, he was admiring your cleavage.

"Jack" Dean called from the drives seat looking from the rearview mirror making him look at the hunter from it too.

"What?" He asked so innocently with a face of not having broken a plate in his life.

That afternoon...

After so much begin from you, saying that it was a beautiful day outside and warm, you were researching with Dean and Cas in the open space they had with picnic tables at the motel you were staying at, while Sam and Jack went to buy some food and drinks. So far you figured that a couple of vetalas were the ones behind the missing peoples, the hardest part was to locate their hiding place. 

“Can I ask you something?” You asked looking up from the map frowning at the men in front of you.

“Of course” Castiel spoke while Dean gave you his full attention. “Shot”

“Did something happen in that witch hunt, two days ago?” You frowned and Castiel tensed immediately. “I mean, nor that I mind Jack being awkward, because you know it’s Jack” You laughed nervously “But his sudden affection towards me” You trailed off.

“Troubles in paradise?” Dean joked

“Dean” The angel warned and then changed his tone to a sweeter one “I don’t understand your point, Y/N. Jack has always been affective towards you”

“No yeah, It’s not that, I mean yeah” You stuttered suddenly feeling numb “What I mean, is if this affectionate Jack it’s because he was hit with a love spell or he drank a love potion” You frowned even more.

“I can assure you that your boyfriend is love potion-spell free” Dean teased you.

“Dean, shut up! He’s not my boyfriend” You snapped at him.

“Oh yeah, he’s not your boyfriend. But when he janks the headphones from your ears you kiss him, but when is Sam or me your ready to kill us. Worse, rip our hearts out of our chests and then feed it to us” Dean rolled his eyes. “So yeah, I think he’s your boyfriend”

“Shut up!” You threw a scrambled paper at his face which he caught with one hand.

“Oh, look, Cas” The older Winchester mocked “How cute, she said shut up to me. Twice!” Dean pouted.

“You little shit!” You shouted at him, scrambling another piece of paper and throwing it at him. This time hitting him right in the eye.

“Look, Who’s coming! Hey, boyfie!” Dean shouted and smirked waving his arm exaggeratedly. You, on the other hand, ignored him thinking he was joking because you didn’t hear the roar of the Impala. You weren’t that far from the parking lot.

“Hello, Jack” Castiel greeted making you throw at him a bitchface

“You too, Cas” you shacked your head, making Dean throw his head back in laughter, “I thought we were...”

“Hey, beautiful” You were interrupted by Jack plopping down next to you.

“Hello, Jack,” You said blushing and tried to cover your flushed face with your hair by moving your head a little, and turned in your spot to face the smiling Nephilim noticing he was hiding something behind his back.

“Hello to you too, Y/N” Sam greeted chuckling while he handed to each one of you the food.

“I brought you something,” Jack said smiling even more.

“Yeah?” You asked frowning catching a glimpse of a smirking Sam.

“Yeah” The Nephilim nodded showing you a cute rainbow stuffed unicorn and you couldn’t contain the growing smile. “Do you like it? I saw it at the market and thought maybe you would like one. It’s cute” But he was looking directly into your eyes.

“Well, I love it. Thanks, Jack” Taking the stuffed animal from his hands you kissed his cheek.

“Why aren’t they a couple yet?” Castiel whispered to the brothers

 The night three days later...

“Why do you like this movie?” Jack asked you while you settled everything at the Bunker’s living room.

You decided it was a good idea to have a movie night with Jack while the brothers along with Castiel went on a hunt. The hunt didn’t require five people, so you offered to stay with Jack, not because you wanted to spend some time alone with him or anything, or something like that. What a crazy thing!

“I like this movie because it has two things I like the most: Egipt and books” It wasn’t a complete truth, but It wasn’t a lie either. Taking a seat next to him on the couch and placing the bowl of popcorns between you both you picked the remote. “You ready?” You asked looking at him and he nodded eagerly and you pressed play.

Though it wasn’t the best film in the world every time you watched The Mummy, 1999 movie, you fell in love with it once more. Not to mention that you had a crush on every character that resembles a bit Indiana Jones, what was the case of Rick O'Connell.

“Did you like the movie?” You wondered when the credits started to roll, moving a bit to face the Nephilim who had his eyes still fixed on the tv screen.

“Very much,” He said turning his head to look at you “Though is scary sometimes”

“Yeah” You chuckled “The mummy scared me the first time I saw this movie too”

“What do you like about this movie?” Jack wondered wanting to know more about your love for this movie.

“How the smart girl and the adventurer fall in love with each other” You simply said “And how Evelyn is passionate about books”

“You are passionate about books too” Jack cheered “That makes you Evelyn Carnahan” He smiled at you. You let a soft laugh at his sudden cheerfulness.

“Well, I don’t think I’m worth four camels” You chuckled.

“You are worth more than four camels. Actually” The Nephilim looked at your eyes intently “You are worth more than all the camels in the world”

“Jack that’s saying a lot” you whispered “considering that camels are of great value in the Arabian culture”

“Just, imagine how much you mean to me” Jack whispered, “Do you love me too?” He moved a little closer.

“Shush” You whispered moving a little closer too “Music first, then books and...” He leaned a bit “...Maybe at the end, you”

“Let me love you” The Nephilim whispered back and then crashed his lips into yours kissing you passionately.

Your heart skipped a bit. It was finally happening, he was kissing you and it wasn’t a dream. The soundtrack of the credits was filling the room and it was something magical. You tangled your hands in his blonde hair while he rested one hand on the small of your back and the other at the back of your neck bringing you closer to him. Suddenly, the ringing of your phone startled you, but Jack didn’t let go of your lips. You pulled his hair making him moan into your mouth allowing you to break the kiss a bit.

“Jack, I need to answer” You whispered before he was kissing you again. You pulled his hair again earning another moan from him. This time he let go of your lips just to kiss your cheeks, an allowing you to extend an arm to reach for your phone which was on the coffee table, while he continued to kiss you. “I-it’s Dean” He hummed in response. “Hey, Dean!” You greeted while you answered the call, while Jack pushed you back to lay back on the couch.

“Hey, Y/N/N! Having fun?” He asked. You could tell he was smirking.

“We are watching a movie,” You said trying to stay calm while Jack moved to kiss your jaw and leave a trail of kisses on your neck.

“Which movie?” Dean wondered.

“The” You gasped and tightened the grip on his hair because Jack had found that sweet spot and you sure were going to have a hickey “The Mummy” you tried to sound normal and calm.

“The old one?” You were sure Dean was doing this on purpose.

“It’s not that old, Dean!” You shouted at him annoyed that he called old your favorite movie, and annoyed that Jack wasn’t letting go of you in order to talk properly on the phone. It was a weird feeling, yet pleasant, talking while someone kissed your throat, and it made you pull his hair again to move him away from you. But Jack had other plans, and he kissed your lips again, this time roughly, for a few seconds then moved to your other untouched side of the neck finding another sweet spot, sucking and kissing it. It gave you goosebumps when he nibbled your collarbone.

“Okay, okay. Don’t need to shout, I need my ears to hunt. Well, we’ve just arrived at the motel. Don’t have to much fun, okay?” You were sure Dean knew what was going on.

“Okay, can we enjoy the movie now?” The movie that was long ago forgotten.

“Yeah, sure. Bye sweetheart!” 

“Bye, Dean!” You ended the call and throwing your phone away to the table, you grabbed Jack’s face with both hands to make him look at you.

“Damn Jack, where did you learn that?” You asked him between kisses while you roamed his back.

“From the pizzaman,” He said while you tugged at the bottom at his t-shirt. He knew what you wanted and he got rid of it. You saw how his wings fluttered open. You reached with your left hand to cares them making him shiver. He didn’t question your acts. It was like if he knew you could see them. You placed your hands on his back, next to the base of his wings, fearing that you hurt him.

“Did I hurt you?” You asked moving one hand to cup his cheek.

“No” He looked at your Y/E/C eyes and rested his forehead with yours. “It felt amazing” He kissed you deeply again and you racked your nails through the base of his wings. The Nephilim left a sound, a mixture of a groan and moan. “Do that again, please” He whispered.

Two years later...

You were having a lazy afternoon, just taking a walk around a park near the Bunker. The sun was starting to set but it was still warm. It felt amazing, though you could tell Jack was more nervous than usual.

“What’s wrong, Jackie?” You asked softly tightening the hold on his hand.

“Nothing” He looked at you lovingly “I was just thinking” He swung your intertwined hands, making you chuckle.

“About what?” You wondered.

“About the day it all started” You chuckled.

“You mean, the day Dean almost made us Hellhound meal?” He chuckled along with you.

“Dean got so mad, I thought he was going to kill me for real that time” He placed your hand, the one he was holding, on his waist and then threw his arm around your shoulders pressing you to his side. “But no, not that day”

“Then, which day?” You asked leaning into him and he placed a kiss on your forehead which left a tingling sensation.

“The day I met you, of course,” He smiled “When Sam and Dean found me and brought me to the bunker for the first time, I was scared to death. But, then I saw your smile and I forgot about everything. I felt safe, at home. And I fell in love with you right there”

“You’re so cheesy sometimes” You chuckled and kissed his cheek. True was that his words made your heart skip a beat.

“Remember that hunt two years ago?” Jack looked down at you.

“The one where I had to stay at the Bunker because a witch smashed my ribs? Yeah, I remember. I wanted to kick all your asses for that” You both chuckled.

“That day I was hit with a love potion. A strong one” Jack confessed making you stop dead in your tracks.

“Oh, man!” You feared the worst “You’ve woken up from your trance, and you love me no more. I knew there was something wrong with you” He shushed you by kissing you deeply and cupping your cheek.

“Will you let me finish?” He chuckled “I’m totally fine. And I love you. More every second” He rested his forehead against you and kissed it. “Well, that day I discovered something”

“What did you discover?” You asked panic taking over your body.

“That you were my soulmate” He smiled warmly and kissed you deeply once more.

“Soulmate?” You whispered when you pulled apart.

“Soulmate, yes” He nodded, “Rowena said that it was a strong potion, one that has no escape”

“Well, if it has no escape” You interrupted once more “That means that you could have died. Jack, what’s your point? You are scaring me” You whispered once more.

“There’s nothing to fear, love” He kissed your cheek and then your lips once more “As I was saying, that potion, has no escape. Indeed, there’s only one way: The person it made you fall for has to love you back” You relaxed a bit but still felt anxious.

“Thank, Chuck, I fell in love with you the first time you came to the bunker” You chuckled while looking at the floor.

“And be that person’s soulmate” The Nephilim continued making you look up at him, your heart sure exploded.

“How is that even possible?” You whispered looking at his gold-hazel eyes.

“I don’t even know, but I know one thing.” He kneeled in front of you on one knee, making you freeze and some curious ones gather around you. “That I love you with all my heart, forevermore. Will you marry me?” He took a crimson velvet box from one of his pockets with trembling hands to reveal a beautiful ring. You were still frozen, but once you locked eyes with him, you threw yourself at him crashing your lips into his, almost falling while the crowd cheered and clapped.

“Is that a yes?” He whispered once you both pulled apart.

“It’s an of course” He chuckled and slid the ring on your finger.

A thousand pardons it took me so long to post something, I was busy with work. Also, let me know if you want to be tagged.

[jiminsgalaxxi]

EUPHORIA

Pairing: Jungkook x Female Reader

☆ Recording Studio

☆ One shot || smut

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Thank God for halter tops and maxi skirts! The summer sun felt like spotlight on your skin ready to burn a hole through you. You pushed through the door to Jungkook's studio and welcomed the cool blast of aircon on your skin. You happily sighed with the relief. "Ah, bliss."

In the studio, Jungkook and his producers were busy discussing about the new song they were planning to release. A familiar face pops up out of the huddle, "Hi, Y/N!" Adora cheerfully waves at you. "Heya!", you waved back. A couple more heads turned but only one face mattered to you most.

Flashing you a boyish smile with a twinkle in his eye, "One more run with our new mix and we should be done." He reassures you. "All good, babe. Take your time.", you smiled back.

After a few more minutes of bouncing back ideas, Jungkook gets into the glass booth and starts recording. His soft voice blending so well with the melody, your chest swells up with pride for having this wonderful human yours. 

There was always something with the way he sang that was so emotive that you just can't help but believe everything he sang to you. Looking at him through the glass window, his sang to the Sony C800GPAC microphone evocatively. A misty voice in a foggy morning dawn, cool and soothing.

He poured out everything that he has for any and all challenges, a trait you have always loved in him, so passionate in everything that he did; his dance, his singing, his music, his solo performances on stage and most especially in bed.

Jungkook in bed was fire understated.

Since the rest of the producers were busy analyzing the musical score, you took on the freedom to stare at him avidly. Noting how his eyes soften to match the mood; his lips softly rolling off the lyrics. You remembered how his lips felt possesively over yours just last night. Your eyes continued to travel down his neck, where you always like to kiss that pulsating vein. The groove of his chest discernable under his shirt where you love to feel his heart beat double time when you get close. Hands gently holding his studio headphones, big veins running the length of his arm disappearing under his shirt, the same hands that know exactly where to touch and make you quiver in ecstasy.

Just thinking about that was already making you hot, yet the a/c was blasting at max. How much longer until you can get him alone for yourself? As if on cue, his eyes found yours. As he sang out the last few notes of the melody, the soft look in his eyes has gone and his lips have curved into a slow smile.

It made you a little breathless. You know all to well what that look was.

Girls all around the world are crazy already about him and his band. Who wouldn't? They were handsome, talented, and dork level relatable.

Jungkook seemed to be cherished by the majority of the population of fans and even by his hyungs. He was funny, generous, athletic, and artistic in every way but most importantly, he belonged to you. Now, they are just doing some final touches to the mix just in time for their upcoming album release.

"That was awesome, Jungkook!" The foreign producer speaks through the mic packing the recording up. A grammy-winning producer has happily collaborated with BTS after weeks of exchanging emails and samples.

Jungkook gives two thumbs up paired with a big smile then started to tidy up inside the recording booth. "I'll run this through with Bang Si Hyuk in the morning and see if it works out with the final production.", the producer continues. "We've made about 15 samples and I'm pretty sure one of them will suit the story line" Namjoon interjects as if reassuring Jungkook. He knows how hard Jungkook has worked on this song, asking the younger man to record and re-record to change the mood of the song.

That was one of the things you loved about their brotherhood; they always pushed each other to their limits and bring out the best in them. They looked out for and genuinely cared for their group's well-being. Their admiration for each other was true and undeniable. All the boys were especially doting to Jungkook for being the maknae.

Jungkook was the amalgamation of all his hyungs.

You noticed the newly built three-meter fish tank on the far side of the room, a dimmed back light making the water glow as you looked around. You and Jungkook were just talking about adding either small tropical fishes or an arowana yesterday when you saw something golden reflecting in the low light elegantly glided by. So, he did get a gold arowana!

“How ya been, Y/N? You are looking especially captivating today.” you felt a weight shift on the leather couch you were sitting on as another figure sat beside you. “Hello, Yi Jeong.", giving him a tentative reply. "It's JPearl now," giving you a look through the side of his eyes. He had always been very friendly towards you albeit bordering on flirty sometimes but he was never physically forward. Yi Jeong aka JPearl appears to always find a reason to approach you. Looking him over, he was actually handsome. Tall and lean, straight black hair framing a small face with uncanningly black eyes, high nose bridge and thick pink lips.

Just imagine if Jimin and Seokjin had an offspring, it would be JPearl.

"I don't think I will ever get used to calling you JPearl. It sounds a little..." your eyes trailed the sound equipment on the table searching for the right word for it, "...offbeat", looking him in the eye. Arms folded, he leaned his head to you "Actually, you are the only one who calls me by my real name. I don't really mind what name you call me, sweet cakes, as long as you call me. Hearing you say my name is a beautiful song already." he finished with a wink. "M'kay" you laughed fakely.

What a flirt.

"Hey, what's this?" You find JPearl picking something up from your bare shoulder with his fingertips. It was when he gave it a little tug that you felt it. What seemed to be an invisible thread at first was actually a very long thin silver hair pinned under the skinny strap of your halter top. “Don’t!” your hand clamping down on his, his face puzzled. “It’s my lucky charm.”, you continued with a dry smile. “Oh. Sorry. I couldn’t help myself.” he apologized. “Is that an apology?” you teased.

He started to open his mouth to say something when a voice interrupted. “The only person he will apologize to is me.” Jungkook standing in front of you, his voice dropping low, his eyes almost challenging JPearl. “Hey, Jungkook. No harm intended.” JPearl raising both hands up. “Yeah, keep your hands to yourself and off my girl.” Jungkook almost confrontational. 

The other people in the room all of a sudden turned their heads around and fell silent upon hearing the low tones of threat in Jungkook’s voice. “Yah, Jungkook, all good there?” Namjoon asks. JPearl has stood up by this time but still Jungkook, who is even younger, towers over him. “I said, no harm done, Jungkook.” JPearl clarifies. Jungkook kept his eyes on him, near narrow slits. You decided to intervene. “Okay, puppies, drop it. As JPearl said, no harm done.” and in a louder voice, “Why don’t we go to the other room. I brought you something nice to snack on. You guys have been working hard today.” Glancing at Namjoon, “All good here”, putting a thumb up and a beaming smile.

Upon hearing there was food waiting, everybody started for the door. “Yeah, food! Thanks Y/N! You’re always the best!” Adora gives you a tight hug before half-running out of the room. She’s always been so sweet to you, although you have tried many times to make her tell you her real name. None of the boys know it, too. “Can you remember it now?” she asked peeping her head by the door frame. You give her a big smile while shaking your head. She did tell you that one night when you both were drunk but the memory escapes you. Sneaky.

You felt a hand brush up on your arm, Jungkook softly pulling you to him. “Hey, what was that all about?”, you asked. “I just don’t like that punk getting close to you.” eyes down, brows furrowed with his reply. “I know but see, I’m okay. He can be really friendly sometimes but you know I can handle him.” leaning your head to the side to look at his downcast face, still obviously upset, you laid a hand on his chest. He was cutely chewing his lower lip and that just made you want to kiss him so bad. “Friendly, my ass.” he huffed, “I know all too well what he is doing.”, “Is my Kookie jealous?” feeling a little giddy asking him that when you know all too well he was. 

“No, I’m just letting everyone know what is mine.” and with that his head swooped down to claim your lips. It was soft and almost peckish. Wrapping your arms around his waist, you felt him press you closer, your breast against him. He was always so possessive and you like that, especially when he gets like this. The course of his kiss changed to something more insistent, you can’t help but open up your lips to let his tongue in. His hands running up and down your back have lingered down to cup your derriere. “Why you gotta be so hot all the time? You drive me crazy.” His voice rough with need, “Fuck, you’re not even wearing a bra. What else is missing in your outfit today?”, he holds you closer to his hips, his growing desire obvious between his legs. He continued kissing you down your ivory neck while your breath in his ear made him all the more aroused. But you pushed him away all of a sudden, “Jungkook, wait! Here?” you scanned around, you can hear warning bells ringing in the corner of your mind. You and him in his recording studio with possible CCTVs monitoring what you were doing. “Don’t worry, no cameras in here. I made sure just in case of...” he looks down at your flushed face “...sexy times” As if reading your mind, his teeth flashed in his naughty smile. “Are you sure? But what about the others waiting for us? And your door, it’s fucking translucent.” you were skeptical. You looked to the door where you can see shadows of passersby.  “They can wait. It’s frosted and also auto-lock. No one else knows the passcode. Not even Jimin. Trust me.” he assured. “Now where were we, baby girl?” the want in his voice unmistakable.

“If that’s the case”, you languidly snake your hands over his nape, “Right here.” you whispered, pulling him down for another kiss. You feel him harden between the crevice of your hips. The promiscuity in his studio with the possibility of being caught stirred a different kind of excitement in you.

You turned around to settled your bottom against his erection while moving your hair aside exposing your bare back to him. Holding your hips to his, he slowly starts to gyrate against you. "Your ass feels so good" he whispers in between kisses against your bare shoulder. Hands spanning your slim waist and sliding up to your breasts. You drop your head back savoring the feeling spreading all over your body. "I love the way you smell, baby girl" his voice gruff on your neck. He turned you around and opens his mouth over yours. His hands cupped your ass, massaging them to his arousal. Standing on tiptoes and pressing your breasts to him, you felt his hands inch down to your thighs and in one swift motion lifted you up, legs wrapped around his waist. You lustily gasped in his mouth with surprise but took his lips back, delving your tongue inside to taste more of him. 

Your body always wanting more of him. 

He sets you down on his table, his recording equipment strewn beside you, his kiss undisturbed. Putting your legs on either side of the arm rest of his swivel chair, he ran his hands over your legs hiking your skirt up, he motioned to sit on his chair when you stopped him, “I wanna show you something”, pushing your hair away, you pulled the black skinny string at your nape. Jungkook’s eye followed the fabric of your halter top slowly fall away, exposing your creamy breasts. “Do you like it?” biting on your lip.

 “I love it.”

You found his eyes transfixed on your nipple ring. His hands slowly followed the trail of your neck down to cup your breast, his touch almost scorching. His head lowered to relish on your pierced nipple, wet tongue flicking on your already sensitive nub sending bolts of hot flushes to the pit of your stomach. As his other hand kneaded your other breast, he continued to play with your nipple ring. You thought you were going to go mad with his teasing, you grabbed a fistful of his hair as you arched your back to him. Closing your eyes and throwing your head back, you bit on your lower lip to contain the pleasure running all over your body. A husky moan escaped from your throat as your legs drew him closer. 

“Jungkook”, your voice barely a whisper as he leaves a trail of hot kisses from your breast to your sensitive belly button. You hear the rustle of your skirt as he lifted it up over you thighs. “I can see how hot you are for me, baby girl. God, you are so wet”  your wetness soaking through the crotch of your bodysuit, he started to palm your sex over the fabric, the friction of the buttons on your clit escalating your lust. “Only for you.” You countered in a raspy voice, you heart pounding in your ears. “Touch me, I want to feel your fingers inside me.” He released the three buttons holding your bodysuit to reveal the soft folds of your throbbing womanhood. 

“Fuck, you’re not even wearing panties” you brushed your tongue over your lips as you give him an impish smile. “Touch me,” you said to him again. His eyes darkened to kiss you, his hand brushing the inside of your thigh finding its way to touch you between your legs. After licking his fingers, he deftly slid a digit in to you. In and out of your damp slit, thumbing your sensitive bud. “Like this?” his warm breath in your ear as you throw your head back. Another fingers joined to fondle you, you can only moan in pleasure to answer him. 

He gives you a torrid kiss before disappearing under your skirt that has bunched up on your waist and hips. The moment his warm tongue touched your core, you felt the coil in your stomach tighten ten-fold. His hands cupping the sides of your hips as he continues to ravage you. "You taste so good, baby girl" the humming vibration of his voice against your pussy shot a burn to your stomach. You can feel the building white heat spreading across you, consuming rationality. Your thighs tighten and you feel yourself start to quiver as you feel your climax coming. "Jungkook, I- I'm cumming" you grab his hair as ecstasy wash over you. "No, we cum together." His voice almost violently rough against your thigh. He comes up to take his hardened dick out of his pants. You help him out of his shirt and run your hands over his toned torso. You tug him close to kiss his chest and suck on his nipple, your hands gliding to touch what you can reach of his bottom.

He tilts you up by the chin, "Taste yourself" he murmurs before closing his mouth over yours. Your hands reached out to fondle his dick and rubbed its wet tip against your clit, sending a shockwave of rapture through your body. You moaned in his mouth with erotic pleasure. "You like that, huh?" his hands kneading your breasts.

"Take me to utopia."

That was all he needed to shove his blunt length into you, spreading you from the inside. He growled in your kiss as he felt your heat engulfing him. Moaning his name, your fingers dug onto his back as he starts to slowly pace his thrusts. He pulled his hips back almost taking himself out and thrusting back into you again."Fuck! You feel so good, baby girl” burrowing his head on the crook of your neck. “I like that, don’t stop” you bit onto his shoulder. The feel of your breast rubbing against his chest magnified your inflamed desire a hundred fold. “You’re so tight and wet. You are driving me insane” his breath panting against your skin. 

“You’re so thick, Jungkook. Take me higher.“ you leaned on your elbows exposing your half naked body to him, arching your back. He grabbed you by your hips and sped up his pace.

You feel white heat spreading across your belly and onto the rest of your body. “Jungkook!” His thumb rubbing on your throbbing clit as his full length filled your walls. "Right here, baby? Is this your sweet spot?". His increased thrust touching your magic spot made you stifle the moans wanting to escape from your mouth. The tightened coil in your tummy becoming too taut is ready to come undone.

Your head turns to the aquarium by the wall and you can see the reflection of your lasciviousness. This and the beady sweat forming on Jungkook's forehead turned you on even more. His low growl each time he pumps into you makes your pussy wetter.

Finally, you feel the pressure ready to burst within you and you find yourself uncontrollably yielding to it. Head upturned and back arching, your walls clenched tighter around his member. You feel yourself clinging onto him as your body surrenders to ecstasy.

You feel Jungkook grip your thighs tighter as he pushes in for a final thrust to his summit. Your bodies riding the wave of your euphoria.

His head drops to the crook of your neck, all sweaty and heart throbbing at high-octane speed. "That felt so good, baby girl."

"You are the cause of my euphoria" you traced his jaw with your finger. He smiles into your skin.

"Can you wear this more often." His eyes playful. "Jungkook." You both chuckle at the same time. You sucked in a breath as he withdraws out of you.

Retying the black string on your nape, you looked up at him to ask, "Can we get something to eat now?" He laughs as he swings you down from your perch and escorts you out of the room.

His golden arowana swimming in his tank, unbothered.

~fin.

[theoneandonlysaucymo]

Once Upon a Dream

Prompt: Steve Rogers X Reader oneshot

Words: 1,500

A/N: Im working on these fics heres a little oneshot ive been working on for a few months now......school is a joy kill for writing then getting back into it is tough too lol. Well enjoy!

Tags: @hymnofthevalkyries @mylittlefandomfanfictions @feelmyroarrrr  @angryschnauzer @hellomissmabel @hollycornish

My MasterPost

               He didnt remember falling asleep, he remembered the burst of  cold, glass shattering around him gasping for air at the shock, his body hurt but then in a flash went numb. He couldn’t remember anything else just easily falling asleep the freezing temperatures taking over.

           Then it was like he never went to sleep. He was in a small cafe, sitting right outside looking at what appeared to be New York? It sounded like New York, cabs honking away, cars idling far longer than drivers would’ve wished to, sound of different shoes all walking down the street. The streets looked different, however, large screens displayed ads, the buildings were mostly made of glass and metal, the bricks replaced with stronger material. There he sat looking around glancing to his right as a woman with Y/H/C and bright Y/E/C worked over some books. She had a strange device she was typing away at then flipping away at a large book. He at least knew a textbook when he saw one but even then...that book was massive. She was lost in her own little world and something about that mesmerized him, she was beautiful messy bun, no make up, tired eyes and all, he could've stare at her all day. She had seemed to notice the time, closing her strange device she was typing at, gathering her things, and it all seemed to fade away to black.

           It didnt stay black for long. The next place, he was in central park sitting on a bench near the statue of two eagles and a ram. This place at least had not chanced from his memory, he remembered coming here walking the park and seeing that statue many times. It wasnt the statue that caught his eye, that woman was here again this time sitting on a blanket in the grass, warm sun shining down to help light the pages of her book again. It was another textbook, she must've been a very dedicated student but a bark caught his attention as he saw a small corgi running towards her being led by another. The womans face sitting down, lit up as she greeted the dog her textbook closed and forgotten for the time being. He watched her hair shining in the sunlight throwing a ball for the dog who happily bounced back with it. It was her smile he couldnt take his eyes away from, it was bright taking up her whole face as she looked relaxed and happy.

           That world faded out again, next it was an apartment dimly lit, he could see the woman again this time at a kitchen table still dressed in what looked like scrubs. Papers were thrown about, crumpled sheets lined the floor around her as she wrote another word before crumpling that paper as well. She was so focused on the work infront of her it seemed she barely noticed how late it was. She let out a cute yawn sitting back finally and rubbing her eyes looking up at the clock sighing in defeat for the moment before he saw her close a book and head off down the hall. He waited not sure if he should follow but before he could move her phone went off and she was rushing back down the hall grabbing her jacket and keys and quickly leaving the house. He was suddently in a hospital busy night from the looks of it and there she was running around with medical charts, bags heavy under her eyes but she still had a smile as she went from room to room.

           The fading seemed to come quicker now, he didnt spend as much time as the first time. He couldn't hear noises anymore, the things arounud him started to blur and he heard a faint sound of a radio. He was at the cafe again, this time sitting across from her. She had headphones in tapping her foot in the air to the song. She just had a cup of coffee in front of her, no books, no massive amounts of paper, just a woman relaxed. Well mostly relaxed, she was still in scrubs so whatever she had been studying for she apparently had passed. The normal calm of a busy city was quickly interrupted when he heard screaming, he didnt know exactly what was happening. Buildings were being blown to bits, debris falling below, cars over turning as what looked like gunfire was the cause. He wanted to look around but it was all a giant blur, only thing he could see was that woman again, same small café this time she was trying to help someone. Everything around him continued to fall into chaos this woman continued to try and help. Then he saw something he tried to react to, he tried to stop getting in the way of the flying debris but it went straight through him hitting her. He turned around but didn’t see her at first, panic set in as he couldn’t find her and as hard as he tried to stay in this moment everything was turning black.

           The next time his eyes opened...Steve was in a room a baseball game playing on the radio and the sun shining through a window. Something wasn’t right, he had been to that game sat in the nose bleeds but....he had been there. A knock at his door startled him, he was starting to process this time....this time wasn’t a dream. He could smell the woman’s perfume, feel the stiff sheets below him, he could vaguely hear  other sounds....not the radio but other things muffled. His mind went to that girl again, just everything here felt so wrong he had to get out. Little did he know...that room had been the most normal thing. When he ran out of the building the whole city had changed his senses were overwhelmed....this was certainly not a dream anymore.

           It took awhile....a very long while for Steve to even slightly adjust to his home city again. Everything had advanced he was still excited about seeing Stark technology now.....that was something he couldn’t even begin to comprehend. Everyone carried around a phone in their pocket...not on a wall...no more chords attacked, accept to power it up again, and they were addicted to them. This world had advanced so much he just felt like a man out of his time. He sat at a coffee shop notebook on the table sketching trying to remember what this city used to look like. People a bit more friendly, not as much of a tourist spot, and  more green space too. He had been visiting every coffee shop around New York he could. He knew all that before was a dream but....he could hope anyways, hope to see that girls smile again. He was just about to give up when close to Tony’s building he managed to get a glimpse of her. It was brief and he had almost missed it, dressed in scrubs name badge he could finally see, he had held the door open for her as she carried a large order of coffee. She smiled thanking him looking up at him with bright and shining Y/E/C eyes before heading back down the street disappearing in the mass of people. Steve could have kicked himself but at least now he had a name, Y/N.

           Trouble seemed to always find Steve and sure enough another part of his dream was starting to come true. He could now see those blurs flying around were these aliens from another world. People were fleeing from every corner trying desperately to get away from the chaos. An all too familiar scene was starting to play out as he darted through the streets trying to get people off them and into the underground. He stopped dodging a crashing  ship before he looked over spying the Café. His eyes went wide when he saw her just as before helping someone getting them out of harms way before going back for someone else. His body reacted rushing for her events playing out just like that dream a large piece of debris falling right above her, she was clueless again too busy worrying about others. He reached out this time he could touch her as he pulled away from where she was behind him, his shield coming up as he took the brunt of the weight of the falling debris protecting her from him. This time when he turned around she was safe, her Y/E/C looking up at him with a bit of shock not sure what had just happened and where this guy came from. Steve held out his hand to help her off the ground.

           “Thank you...have we met?” She asked looking at him with a bit more detail now. His face looked familiar.

           “Steve Rogers, and I don’t think so,” Steve lied through his teeth but smiled at her blocking a blast from a ship whizzing by. “Let’s get you and these people off the street.”

           “I'm not sure how I can thank you,” She smiled as Steve followed her in helping the last person to the subway entrance and she paused looking at him before she too was to head down.

  ��        “How about  coffee with me after all this?” Steve smiled, “May need to pick a new place.” She smiled up to him and laughed with a nod

            “I think coffee may be a fair enough trade Mr. Rogers.” 

[zacharydempsey]

Who Is He? | Zach Dempsey x Reader

Genre: Romance, Fluff, Jealous!Zach POV: Reader's/First Person

A/N: Hey guys! I really missed writing about Jealous!Zach so I had to bring him back even for just a short one-shot. A couple of people also requested for a Jealous!Zach imagine and I thought now was the perfect time since it's been a week since I've started this blog! Happy week-sary to me haha! Anyway, enjoy this cute little write-up starring Jealous!Zach and a special participation from Clay Jensen. LOL.

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"I could get used to this."

"So could I."

I reply as Zach and I laid together on the leather sofa in his living room. He laid on the sofa with his legs spread out and his back leaning comfortably on the armrest. I was on top of him, my head resting on his firm chest with my arms wrapped around his waist. I placed my ear where his heart was, I could hear it beating every second or so and the sound of his beating heart calmed my head and pulled the corners of my lips upwards. His arms were wrapped around me, almost like a warm blanket and his chin rested on the crown of my head. We just sat there in silence, although it was very comfortable and calming.

It's only been a couple of months since we had officially started dating but for some reason it's almost like we've known each other for more than that. We're very comfortable with each other, and we already know each other quite well if I do say so myself. But of course, like any other relationship, ours wasn't exactly a walk in the park either.

It was times like this when I didn't mind him always being busy with school, or basketball for that matter. He has to do well so that he can get a scholarship in his chosen university. He was busy, he was always either at the school courts practicing or in different states battling it out with other high schools, and I understood, seeing as he is the captain of the Liberty High basketball team, and he is their most valuable player. It's his dream along with becoming a marine biologist, and who am I to get in the way of his dream. I'll always be there for him, to support him, to help him, to encourage him whenever he feels down but I missed times like this, if I'm being honest, and these were the days where I could be selfish around him. What meant the most is that I still get to spend times like this with no one else, but him. He was mine, only mine, and I was his, only his.

"I really missed you." I look up to face him.

"What? Babe you see me in school almost everyday." he replies with a chuckle.

"Yes I do see you but I don't get to actually spend much time with you since you're always so busy." I answer with a pout.

"I'm sorry Y/N. You know I have to do well to get a scholarship." he says as he strokes my hair gently.

"Of course I understand Zach. We'll just have to spend times like this wisely because we rarely get to be together like this. So what exactly do you want to do today? Do you have anything in mind?" I ask him. Just as Zach was about to reply, my phone which was resting on top of the coffee table, lit up. A person's name came up on the screen and I got up immediately to answer it.

"Helmet?"

"I'm good, I missed you! How 'bout you? How are you doing?"

"Uhm, nothing much I'm just with Zach right now."

"Sure! Sure! He'll understand. I'll be there in 30 minutes."

"Alright, yup, i'll see you soon Helmet!"

I smile as I take the phone to my chest and run to Zach's bathroom. As I freshened up, I can feel heavy footsteps coming closer to the bathroom door. A few seconds later, as I turn around, I see Zach's tall figure leaning against the doorframe.

"Who was that?" he asks with his arms crossed infront of his chest.

"My helmet." I reply without looking at him as I hurriedly tried to brush my teeth.

"What did he or she need?" he asks.

"He wanted to see me." I answer as I got out of the bathroom.

"Why did he want to see you?" he asks once again.

"Because we miss each other?" I reply with a smile and my eyebrows raised.

"Where are you meeting each other?" Zach continues to ask.

"The coffee shop down the road." I say as I put my jacket on and take my purse with me.

"I'll go now baby, I'll be back soon I promise." I continue as I quickly give him a kiss on his cheek.

I run out of Zach's house and walk my way to the coffee shop. As soon as I saw the wooden sign of the cafe, I went in immediately with a huge smile on my face. And there he was! He sat at the seats near the glass window in front of the coffee shop with a navy blue hoodie on; a pair of headphones hanging on his neck.

"Helmet!" I exclaim as I run to him and hug him.

"Hi pumpkin!" he whispers into my ear as he hugs me and I let out a giggle.

"I missed you." I say as I sit down on the seat in front of him.

"I missed you more, thank God we finally have semester break. College has been so tiring lately." he replies as he gets the waiter's attention.

"Good afternoon, what would you like for today?" the waiter asks with a smile.

"An espresso for me, and a caramel macchiato with 2 pumps of coffee for the lady." he says as he leans over and rubs my arms up and down.

"Alright, I'll serve that right away sir." the waiter replies.

"You still know me so well!" I say as I give him a huge smile on my face.

"How's Zach by the way? Won't he mind that we're together right now?" he asks as he glances out the glass windows.

"He's alright, he's just at his house. He won't mind, I told him I'm seeing you." I answer.

A few minutes later and the small bell at the coffee shop's door rings, and a tall figure comes into the cafe.

"Who is he?" the tall figure asks as he walks towards me.

"Zach?!" I exclaim as my eyes widen in shock.

"Who is he!?" he asks once more with his teeth clenched.

"You followed me?!" I ask him.

"Answer me first Y/N! Who is he!?" he asks as he stares deeply into my eyes, I could see the sadness in his eyes and it broke my heart.

"I'm Clay, Y/N's older brother." Clay says as he stands up from across the table and puts his hand out for a hand shake.

"W-what? B-brother? You're Clay?' Zach asks as he turns to face my brother with a shocked face.

"Yes, wait, hasn't Y/N told you about me?" he asks with a laugh and raises his eyebrow at me.

"S-she has, but I've never actually met you in person yet and... oh God I'm so sorry." Zach says as he finally shakes Clay's hand.

"It's cool, have a seat." Clay laughs and gestures for Zach to sit next to me.

"Why didn't you tell me you were meeting up with your brother?" he asks me and lets out a nervous laugh.

"I did!" I answer with a laugh.

"No, well you didn't exactly say it was your brother, you kept saying 'Helmet'. I thought it was some type of nickname for another guy and it just made me wonder who this guy was exactly. Oh my God I'm really sorry." Zach says as he covers his face with his large hands.

"I call him helmet because he always used to ride a bike to school and mom wouldn't let him ride without his helmet on. Aww Zachary, did you think I was cheating on you? I would never!" I say as I pull his hands gently off of his face and place my thumbs on his cheeks, looking deeply into his eyes.

"I know that baby, I was just, I don't know." he replies as he leans into my hands.

"I'm sorry I didn't actually get to tell you much about my brother. He's always busy with college and I don't think it ever came up in any of our conversations so I never really got the chance to tell you about him that much." I say.

"It's fine babe, but you could've atleast showed me a picture y'know. So I wouldn't have to look like the psycho, jealous boyfriend." Zach says and I giggle at him.

"I think it's cute that you're jealous. It shows you care." I reassure him.

"Well, I myself am glad that Zach is concerned about you, pumpkin." Clay tells me as he leans his chin on his palm.

"Pumpkin?' Zach says as he looks over at Clay.

"Oh, please don't misunderstand, we all call Y/N 'pumpkin' - our parents and I call her that because she's the youngest in the family. It's a family nickname for her." Clay explains and laughs once again.

"O-ohh." Zach says as he lets out a deep sigh, shuts his eyes and shakes his head with a smile.

"I'm really sorry for the misunderstanding babe." I say as I turn him to face me once again.

"I'm sorry for being jealous too, baby." he replies as he cups my face with his large hands and puts a gentle kiss on my forehead.

"Our coffee's here, do you guys want to just take it out and leave?" Clay asks Zach and I.

"Yup! We can do that, you can just spend the day with us. Let's go to Zach's house and hang out." I reply with a smile.

"That'd be nice so I can also get to know him better." he says and stands up.

"I like you Zach." my brother adds as he points his index finger at him.

"O-oh, thank you Clay. I'm sorry again." Zach replies as he stands up too and laughs nervously while scratching the back of his head.

"It's good that you like him Clay, because I like him too, a lot." I say as I stand up and rest my head against Zach's chest.

"Take good care of my baby sister alright?" Clay says as he pats Zach on the shoulder.

"I will Clay, thank you." Zach finally says as he places a kiss on the crown of my head.

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A/N: The end! I am still working on some requests and since I've already started a couple, I have decided to open my ask box once again. So far I still have 4 to do and I'm working my hardest on them. I don't want to post half-assed write-ups please bear with me. :'c Anyway, yup that's about it! Hope you guys liked this imagine!

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SasoSaku Xmas Collab

notes modern college au bc im a sucker for cute couple holidays and cringy refs to social media. sasori and sakura have a 2 yr age difference. collab with the amazingly talented and super sweet friend YakumoDT!! you can find them on Pixiv and Twitter and they are definitely worth checking out!!!

AO3 || FFnet

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“Wait, keep the door open!” Sakura shouts from the other side of the subway entrance towards an elderly man planning to enter the transport, dragging a very, very out-of-breath Sasori behind her. She enters into a sprint, and successfully manages to close in on the door before it could close in on them.

Sakura quickly thanks the man before sitting down in the relatively empty wagon, and Sasori plops into the seat beside her, struggling to breathe properly through the stitches he must undoubtedly be suffering through right now. Looking around, Sasori concludes that no one of knowledge was around to see him in - what he loved to say - this despicable state, and he lays his head on her shoulder to continue his recovery from near death.

“We wouldn’t have to run if you had told me earlier you wanted to go to the park, y’kno.” Sakura crosses one of her legs over the other, taking out her smartphone in a course of habit.   The startup sound is loud, and she briefly flinches at the echo in the wagon. Damn, forgot the headphones, again. “It’s on the other side of the bridge, after all.”

Sasori doesn’t reply through his irregular breathing – but he probably would if he could.

Sakura was feeling less exhausted than she should, considering they’ve been walking around the city for hours now, stuffed to the brim with dinner and the cakes after, and she hasn’t visited the gym in a good while this season.

Sasori, well–

Let’s just say that Sasori wasn’t enthusiastic about any sport clubs at their University.

“I mean,” Sakura punches the password combination in with one hand while Sasori worms his hand around her other, his eyes glued to a poster about a famous drama stuck to the wall across from the duo. “I wouldn’t have guessed you to be so spontaneous twice in the span of-” A brief calculation of the time between the end of November and today. ”Three weeks.”

In fact, Sasori was the exact opposite of spontaneous, planning all of his projects and events so thoroughly in advance it even kind of helped Sakura improve on her procrastination habits; not that she was all that bad on waiting for deadlines, but she snuck in breaks more often than she likes to admit here and there. Needless to say, she was surprised when he brought up the idea of a date around Christmas, right after she informed him of such event.

The only sound cutting through the quiet was the intercom, informing them that they’re five stops away from their destination, and Sakura opts for silence for the rest of the ride. It wasn’t that she particularly enjoyed the peace  - especially when she was around friends; her need to fill empty spaces with new bits of conversation was an equally stubborn habit of hers -, but the streets of Tokyo just loved to blast whatever fits the mood in this season as loudly as they can over speakers – and on a long term, sometimes a free day at home alone was a needed luxury. The subway in comparison is almost like a liminal space, save for the occasional robotic announcements and opening of doors.  

Sasori doesn’t seem to mind either – but that was expected of his person, anyways.

He nudges her shoulder when their respective stop is announced, and the station is completely devoid of any living souls when they exit the Subway, no doubt that everyone was to be found on the other side of the bridge. Sakura takes the time to shoot a picture of the ghost scenery, and Sasori scoffs.

“Instagram?”

“Duh.”

The park isn’t any better in that regards, but the few streetlights and beautiful scenery of the city across from the river they were near at make up for it.

“Thank you for the dinner, by the way. That was really sweet of you.” Sakura says, scrolling through her social media feed not touched in approximately two days. Pictures of her friends amongst cakes and pets, some choosing to stay inside while others were spending time with their significant others. “Will you let me brag?”

“I don’t even look as presentable as you do in this state.” Sasori huffs beside her, puffs of air disappearing into the dark night, his face reddening from the biting frost. He’s always been more prone to colder temperatures than her, which was no surprise when you knew the south was currently sporting 20°C and above in December. “So, no.”

“Aw, you think I look good.” Sakura doesn’t look up from her phone, but she can clearly imagine the frown adorning her boyfriend’s face.

“Quiet.” His gloved hand around her tightens, and she smiles. Her humor is short lived, however, when Sasori grabs her pink beanie in a swift moment of distraction.

“Hey-” she cuts in, being surprised at all, but her complaint is muted when she sees how utterly ridiculous it looks poorly adjusted on his head, seeing as he was only using one hand to put it on.  She huffs, putting her phone away to help him put the beanie on, properly. They’re nearly the same height to begin with, so it poses less of a problem.

Sasori’s warm breath fans against her face, and she’s aware that protesting his theft is futile.  “Pink really suits you. You’re cute.”

“I’m cold.” Sasori corrects when she pats her hand on his head, beanie successfully covering those red ears of his. She can make out vague mutterings of ‘didn’t bring mine’ when they close their hands back together, and she rolls her eyes at his antics.

“You mean you keep forgetting to bring the ones you stole from me.”

“That is such a harsh wording.”  His lips twitch into what almost passes for a smile. “I borrowed them because pink looks good on me, obviously. I fail to understand your lack of empathy in that situation.”

“Uh-huh.” Her tone is laced with sarcasm, but his silly reply makes her smile all the same. “I can’t believe you’re already graduating in a few months with that attitude.”

“And I-” He nods towards a path that lead a bit astray from the riverside, and they continue their walk into that direction. “Cannot fathom how you still have two years ahead of you.”

Far more if she decided to specialise further, but for now becoming a surgeon was a pretty good plan to accomplish within six years. She squeezes his hand, and he turns his head to look at her.

“Well, if you hadn’t quit medical school.” And didn’t need the money to from tutoring freshmen, like me. “We probably wouldn’t have met in the first place.”

Sasori hums, but his expression doesn’t seem all that regretful. “It just wasn’t the thing for me.”

“I still remember the campus headline about the star student who poisoned cadavers and openly shit-talked my professor in front of everyone just to get kicked off the program. I still wonder who that was?”

Knowing Sasori for a good while now, the culprit didn’t seem to be that far off the mark. She laughs as he shoves her half-heartedly to the side, him being banned from her campus surely a fine reminder of his stint. That didn’t stop him from picking her up once in a while, of course.

“I have to admit, if my mother ever found out I quit medical school for art, she’d surely kick me out of the house. Remember how horrified she was when you admitted it to her?”

“She called me a low life and a freeloader.” His face turns grim at the memory, and she can’t blame him for it, the utter hostility her mother radiated at the dinner table a sight in itself.

“Mom barely missed you with the butter knife, too.”

Sasori shrugs, and Sakura wishes the memory of that humiliating evening would eventually escape her mind as quickly as possible. But hey, at least Dad likes him and his tragically bad puns.

They come to stop before a bench that seemed to not have been used at all, today, and Sasori uses his foot to kick the powdery snow off the surface. It remains as quiet as when they entered the park, streetlamps being the only source of light, and the absence of any curious glances feels vaguely foreign to her.

“To be fair” Sasori begins, their hands still clasped together, their bodies squished close for a tiny bit of shared warmth. “I didn’t expect us to work out either, at the beginning.”

His comment completely throws her out of the loop, and she’s ready to question his line of logic, when he cuts into her own thought before it can escape her mouth. “I’m not ungrateful, if that’s what you’re thinking.”

“I don’t think we didn’t turn out to be that different from each other, if that’s what you assumed.” She replies, her eyes focused on a streetlamp in front of her instead of the man beside her, but she can see the brief confusion crossing his face, out of the corner of her eye. “I mean, you rubbed off on me a lot, too. Take the sarcasm, for example.”

Sasori snorts. “Bad example.”

“You’re right, we’re also both prone to get cold feet whenever I suggest love hotels.”

“That is even worse.”

“You’re right, how about that one time Deidara nearly walked in on us and we-”

“How did I survive this for four years, again?”

She moves to tap his nose, and he sticks out the tip of his tongue in response. “You deserve four medals of honor, soldier.”

“I deserve a lifetime supply of medals.” He mimics her movements, but opts to pinch her cheek instead, and when he draws his hand back, there’s small chunks of highlighter on his dark gloves. So much for that wonder setting spray.

The past few months flash before her, and as if on cue, she feels oddly melancholic.

“It’s been nearly four years already, huh.” She rests her head on his shoulder, knowing that the mere thought of it shouldn’t be making her depressed, but here it is, crawling it’s way into her mind on restless nights. “I can’t believe you’re going to New York, after this. I always wanted to go there.”

“I’m sure you’ll be able to see it, someday.” Sasori is tracing her gloved knuckles with his fingers, but he doesn’t look at her.

She would love to punch herself for her moods, sometimes.

“Promise me you’ll call me at least once a day.” A beat. “Facetime. On Skype.”

“Is American Internet even good enough to sustain the distance?” Sasori’s tone is light, and she’s tempted to box him just for that horrible implication.

She’s glad that he isn’t able to see her from this angle, but she can feel the familiar sting of tears swelling her eyes. Shit.

“I’ll miss you.”

“Sakura, are you crying?” He’s probably heard the irregularity in her voice, damn it.

“I’m just” She separates their hands to wipe her eyes before they can expose her any further. “I’m just really happy for you, that’s all.”

“Ah, about that, actually.” Sasori’s blank expression is mostly in place, of course, but he avoids her gaze, and she’s rarely seen him nervous around her. “I contacted my manager the other day, and called the deal off.”

Sakura’s eyes widen, and she’s utterly dumbfounded at the statement.

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“What?!” She has to get up just to process her thoughts, because she can’t believe what she just heard. “Why?!”

Sasori looks equally caught off by her reaction, and he buries his hand in the pockets of his outer coat, his body leaning against the bench, relaxed. “I didn’t want to do it.”

It’s not sadness that’s ruling the forefront of her mind right now, but indignation.

“What are you, 12?!” She says, her nails digging into her palms, her loud voice cutting sharp through the quiet, empty environment. “You can’t just call off your future!”

“The decisions mine to make, Sakura.” A beat. “I’m an adult as much as you are.”  

She’s not angry at his attitude – tries not to be – but it’s hard when Sasori looks so completely detached from it. He grabs her wrist, suddenly, and she’s back on the bench, fuming.

“I just turned 24.” He begins, brushing a strand of pink hair that’s hanging flat in front of her face to the side. “I have a good amount of sponsors and commissioners in Japan to begin with. Throwing that away would be just as pointless. Besides” He meets her gaze, and his eyes are devoid of any hesitance. “I wouldn’t want to go where you can’t follow.”

A sense of guilt washes over her anger, and she breaks the eye contact to watch the fresh fall of snow.

He can’t leave because I’m stuck here.

“But…didn’t you say yourself how hard these opportunities were to even come by?”

“They’ll come by again.” He huffs. “You’re more important than my paycheck.”

A drag. You’re a drag, Sakura.  

“Why don’t you just break up with me then?” She can’t believe she’s even blurted that out now, but her mouth has always it’s way of getting her into regretful decisions. “That way you don’t have to-” She’s getting teary again. “You don’t have to worry about me.”

Sasori doesn’t seem stunned by her suggestion, however, and the thing’s said faster than her ability to jump into worse confessions. “I believe a proposal would be the complete opposite intention, though.”

“You can call your manager and- wait-”

Did he just-

“What?”

Sasori’s answer is just as elegant as her’s. “Uh, yeah. I-” He seems to fumble for words, almost as if he was flustered. “I want to get married. To you.” He tacks on, like she required a clarification.

The snowflakes are uncaring to the deafening silence around them, and several catch in strands of red hair that poke out of his beanie. Sasori’s pretty brown eyes are glued to her, and she’s sure he’s actually waiting for some sort of response.

Sakura’s face feels warm, and she’s sure that she must be looking like a tomato. The tears she’s been holding back, however, flow freely, grazing her chin and ending in her scarf.

“I hate you so much, right now.” She sniffs, her vision blurring. That’s the last thing she expected to happen, god.

Sasori’s regarding her with worry, and his hands freeze in mid-air, unsure if he should grant her comfort or distance; but her tears weren’t rooted in anger, or sadness, not at all.

“I….I guess if you don’t want to-”

But before he knows it, Sakura buries her face into the crook of his neck and wraps her arms around his shoulders, her voice coming out muffled.

“Of course I want to.”

Arms rest around her torso, and she feels his breath tickling her ear. When she’s calmed her own breathing, he speaks. “Let’s do this properly, then.”

Sasori moves to stand before her while she blows her nose with a tissue, and when he feels that she’s fully  back on track, he coughs into his hand to get her attention. Her eyes are straining to keep themselves open in the biting cold, but something inside of her cracking and bleeding warmth is making her even more jittery.

Sakura hasn’t been this nervous since entering medical school.

Slowly, in all his grace, Sasori –��the ever so bashful, arrogant, proud Sasori – lowers his legs until he’s kneeling  front of her, one foot propped on the ground to give him balance in the snow, resembling nothing less but a prince from a distant kingdom wishing to whisk her away in the dead of the night.

He takes her gloved hand with both of his, gently, and she blushes.

“Will you, Sakura Haruno, marry me?” he says, and the words are melodic to her ears – this was her fairytale story.

“A thousand times” She surely must look awful, her makeup smeared and her smile reaching from ear to ear, but there wasn’t anything in this world that would ruin her mood. “Yes.”

He gestures her not to move, fumbling for something in the pockets of his coat, and she patiently waits in anticipation, her hands propped on her knees. He narrows his eyes as he pats around his body impatiently, before realisation finally hits him. He swears quietly, and she’s already knowing what must have happened.

“I… left the ring in the wrong coat, in my Apartment. We have to go back right n-” Sasori is interrupted as Sakura tackles him into the snow, effectively knocking all air out of his lungs. Sakura doesn’t let him collect his bearings as she moves on her own accord, lowering her face until their lips touch.  He hugs her, and they embrace each other, there, in the snow, without a care in the world. It’s not until they run out of air that they part, and she speaks.

“I truly hate you so much, right now.”

There are no fireworks, no grande festival, no masses to share this moment with, but Sasori’s smiling at her, and she wouldn’t trade this view for anything else in this life.

“And I love you, you absolute mess.”

She laughs, teary, and sweeps in for another kiss.

When they’re back on the subway, having caught the last train, Sakura stares at the red string tied around her finger, Sasori’s temporary alternative, said hand intertwined back with Sasori’s and she’s longing to squish the last of her doubts.

“Is this really okay? Not going abroad, I mean.”

“Hey, I surely won’t starve if I were to marry the brilliant future doctor and show-off, Sakura Haruno.”

“Oh, shush you.”