#the problem is that he clocks out like he’s got a 7am meeting and a 2 hour long commute

[skyhawkstragedy]

I don’t think people realize that makensy still has that damn power. she could very well use it after the ceremony if she gets blindsided and put up

which only furthers the narrative that I have in my mind that Tucker is only doing all this mess to flush out that power… like he had been suggesting for DAYS

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And they were roommates

(Captain John price x F!reader)

Summary: that captain wants somewhere more homely to settle down and when an offer like yours comes alight on Zillow he must take up on it.

Warnings: some awkward moments but nothing crazy.

part 1 - Part two!!! - part 3 - part 4

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You indeed did not see John price the next morning but what you did see was a handwritten note stuck to the fridge beneath a magnet.

“Good morning, as I mentioned my job is demanding. I’m not sure how long I'll be gone for but I can estimate at least a month. If you need me, my phone number is below along with my check for this month's rent and the next. - John price”

You reach for the envelope that is attached behind the note and pull it open and what the fuck. You knew he had to have money but in what world would someone pay this much rent for a house with a roommate? You immediately grab your own checkbook and write him for the amount that’s overpaid, making a mental note to make sure you give it to him.

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Weeks pass slowly and life goes on as it did before. The only difference is you're no longer struggling to make ends meet. So to celebrate your success you order that 6 foot canvas you’d been wanting for ages and a new oil paint.

When you got the notification that it had arrived, thank god for two day shipping, you squealed and ran to grab it before the mailman even walked away. He offered to help you as he watched you give it a bear hug and waddle it through your door yelling out a meek ‘no Thankyou’. You dragged it down the hallway and into the sunroom resting it up against the wall. Ripping the clear plastic film off of new canvases comes in third place to the best things in life.

Sitting in the sun that evening you stroke deep blue oil paints that try their best to replicate ocean waters, and white specks that wish they could induce the same feelings stars do.

You’ve been at this same painting for 3 weeks, coming home and straight to it. Now that it’s finally done it sits sunbathing till it dries. You still visit it and admire its larger than life beauty.

John’s been gone for 1 month and 3 weeks now and in that time some problems have arisen, 1. The faucet in the kitchen leaks and below it the pipe also leaks and the only plumber that’s willing to drive out to your house and inspect it says he won’t be available for another week which means the water bill will sky rocketing till then. And 2. you have no idea where the huge painting will go.

You walk around wondering where to place it. You thought maybe the living room, or even in your room but after testing both those places it still didn’t look right. You can only think of one other place which is the hallway to John’s room. Of course that spot is perfect, maybe he wouldn’t notice since he only spent one night here. You grabbed the drill and got to work mounting it immediately. Once all was said and done you gave it a once over, smiled, snapped a picture of it to send to your sister and walked away.

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John arrived back exactly at the two month mark early in the AM. He opened the house door as quietly as possible and removed his boots by the door to avoid the creaking wood of the floor and continued sluggishly hauling his bag to his room. Being the man he is, he notices everything, those watchful eyes of his never miss a detail so he does indeed notice and take a second to admire the newly found painting hung in front of his bedroom door before unlocking it to set his stuff down.

After a much needed and appreciated shower he reads the clock at 7AM thinking he can sleep for a little, that is of course until he hears a knock at the door. Making his way down the hall he peeps through the window and sees a handyman?

“Good morning sir, how can I help you?” He says opening the door.

“Good morning, your wife called for a leaking pipe, told her I’d come by sometime today.” He looks down the hall towards your room and confirms the fact that you're definitely still very well asleep.

“My wife? Oh yes my wife, that lady I could’ve sworn I told her to cancel this appointment we actually got it all sorted out.” He lies like it's second nature.

“I actually charge a late cancellation fee that must be paid upfront.” He inquires slightly annoyed.

“How much?” John replies feeling sorry for this man that drove out here and is now being sent away.

“100$ flat.” John shuts the door and quickly fetches his wallet from the pocket of his cargo pants and returns with two bills one for the inconvenience and sends the man on his way.

Sleep can wait.

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You wake up to the sound of clanking in the kitchen and as a woman that technically lives alone in the middle of the forest you're terrified.

Grabbing the bat beside your bed still fully dressed in the least threatening attire, you tiptoe to the source of the noise and breathe out the strongest sigh of relief ever known to man.

“Jesus Christ John you scared me, what’re you doing?” You loudly admit startling him in return.

“Fixing this pipe that you called an overpriced handyman for.” You stare at him subconsciously admiring the way he looks, slightly disheveled, face screwed in concentration and strong hands twisting the wrench in his hand and let’s not mention the rise of his shirt.

“You okay?” He says removing himself from under the sink leaning back on his knees to stare up at you.

“Yeah, yes I’m so sorry, um so where did the handy man go?” He stands with a grunt and leans his back against the counter.

“On his merry way.” He replies, turning around to turn the faucet on checking if it leaks, then off to see if it still drips and as he expects, it does neither.

“How much do I owe you for the late cancellation fee?” That man has handled your plumbing issues before and you’ve definitely canceled late more than once.

“Technically you didn’t cancel on him, I did so don’t worry.” He says picking his tools up off the ground placing them messily into the tool box.

“Well Thank You.” You say awkwardly.

“Of course.” He smiles making the dimples beneath his beard awfully noticeable.

“Oh and by the way your rent is only two thousand five hundred a month.” You say walking to the kitchen drawer beside him and pulling out a check that’s already filled out and handing it to him.

“Utilities included?” He asks, grabbing the check written out for three thousand and also taking in notice that same scent that clung to those sheets you made his bed with weeks ago as you sweep by.

“Yeah I don’t mind paying more cause I mean look around, this place has my style written all over it which makes it feel more like mine than yours.” He looks baffled at your reasoning.

“I actually like the decorations, not sure I’d change a thing about it.” You laugh at what has to be a lie.

“I doubt it.” You chuckle and slightly blush at his kindness.

“No I'm serious, I especially love that painting in the hallway, where’d you get it?” You seem surprised at the mention of it and even more flattered at the compliment.

“I actually painted it.” He gives you a surprised look.

“See you’re even hand painting the art, please I can afford much more than twenty five hundred.” You act like you're considering it for a moment.

“As much as I’d appreciate it, I'm already grateful for what you pay.” You say truthfully.

“Also, welcome home.” You quip before turning around walking back towards your room to get ready for the day

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John’s been home for nearly two weeks now and he’s slightly growing on you and you on him. You co-exist in harmony most times. That doesn’t mean the two of you still don’t clash from time to time.

“Good morning.” He says scrambling eggs in a pan as you walk into the kitchen reaching in the cabinet for a coffee mug.

“Morning to you too.” You say groggily, setting your feet flat on the ground and placing the cup on the counter, reaching for the pot to pour some coffee.

“If I can just- oh I’m so sorry.” He says accidentally bumping into you making the coffee spill on the counter.

“Oh no don’t worry about it, I can just clean it.” You say turning around quickly to go grab paper towels and end up accidentally running into his chest.

He grabs your shoulders to hold you in place and let your brain catch up with the speed of events.

“We will learn to both be in the kitchen together someday.” You affirm with a laugh that makes you feel alive.

“Hey the first week this happened almost everyday. If anything this is a huge improvement.” He jokingly abides.

“True.” You say as he turns around handing you the kitchen towel to clean it up. He watches you with amused eyes and a smile that still hasn’t left either of your faces and for a second something alights in John something that scares him so bad he doesn’t hear a thing you’re saying.

“John, I said did you sleep well?” You speak a bit louder, snapping him out of it.

“Yeah darling sorry I’m just going to take this to my office. I've got some work to cover.” He says hurriedly plating his food and scurrying off.

“Okay well I’ll be heading to work soon.” He doesn’t even let you finish before closing the door leaving you to stand there a little stumped.

“So I’ll assume he didn’t sleep well.” You say to yourself before pouring another cup and heading to your room to get changed.

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[kyloherrera]

— CHAPTER ONE: A NEW START

wordcount. 1358

summary: a new town, a new school, and a new job, an a new start, but not all good things that look well go well.

annotation. hi! i am excited to start this series, this will be forced proximity but first it will be finding clues of the killer and solving the murder with Josuke and its friends, so bare with me. I promise it will me worth it. Also Josuke is 21+

content warning: fem!reader. harassment, hand kink, abuse of power, slightly suggestive

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It was time to wake up and get ready to go to college as the alarm clock rang at 7am and the sun set through the window. You had had family problems since you were a little girl, so you had decided to save money so that you could escape from this situation when you were of age, and so it was. When you turned 21, you decided to start from scratch. You moved to the town of Morioh. To support yourself without the help of your family, you started working, and fortunately, the university you were going to offered shared dormitories, which wouldn't help you in your job, but it would help you not to worry about a place to live. You decided to study criminology because you wanted to help solve the murders that had recently been happening to women in the city.

You got out of bed, took your backpack and walked to school. When you arrived, you saw a blue-haired boy fighting with a group of boys, you admired him for facing that group of people alone, but you preferred not to have any connection with him because he might be problematic. It wasn't until luck played against you that you seemed to share most of your classes with this boy. But you understood that you were unlucky when the teacher assigned the pairs for the final project and you were paired with him. He just smiled at you. He held his head. "Wow, it looks like we have been paired up. What's your name?" you just stood on the other side with your arms crossed. "Y/n." He simply held out his hand to you. He continued to smile at you. "I'm Josuke Higashikata. Nice to meet you." You took hold of his hand. He didn't look like a bad guy at all. "By the way, would you like to have dinner with me after school today?" He said. "I can do you an introduction to my friends and…" You were just in the middle of his sentence. "Your friends are as much trouble as you are?" He just blushed and held his hands up in the air as he waved them. "Uh… no no, what you saw before was a misunderstanding. You see, they were making fun of my hair." Was that really why he had beaten up a couple of guys?

You thought. But the sound of his voice interrupted your thoughts. "They've been bothering some girls too." Well, it wasn't that bad, but it still didn't justify it, plus he was a cute guy and even though he seemed to be just being nice, you got the idea that he might be flirting with you. You thought about accepting the invitation, but then you remembered your job. You didn't want him to get your hopes up, so you made things clear. "Look, Higashikata, I'm only interested in working with you on classwork. So you decide which case we're going to investigate or I'll do it for you." "Oh, I see, I'm sorry to trouble you." He said to continue, putting his hand on his neck and looking away with a blush. He said to continue putting his hand on the back of his neck and looking away with a blush. "Will you let me think about it until tomorrow" You just nodded, then started to put your things away, it was almost time to leave for your work, you were about to leave the room when Josuke took your hand. "Wait, Y/n, see you tomorrow, this is my number, I'll call you when I have an answer" A warm smile was drawn on his face as he closed his eyes, and extended you a sheet of paper with a number written on it. Your eyes just sparkled at how cute he looked with that smile on his face. Maybe he was looking for friendship after all, so you took his number.

After that, you went to the place where you were working and by chance, you bumped into a tall man in a blue suit with blond hair and fell to the ground. "Ohh sorry, are you all right pretty lady?" "Be more careful where you walk…" You said then looked into his eyes and saw an expression that was disguised as kindness in reality, although you couldn't read it you could see how perverted it was, besides his eyes lowered to look at you but stopped in a few moments on your hand, although you didn't notice this, you just stood up, "You're new, aren't you?" the blonde said as he knelt and looked at your hand, the man couldn't help but get lost looking at your hands, for him it was like seeing a beautiful woman, the size of your fingers, how well manicured they were, and your beautiful and delicate manicure, he could feel a tingling sensation running through his crotch. He said and then gently kissed your hand, if he had had his way he would have played with your hand for a while and kissed every single one of your hands.

But if he wanted to continue living the quiet life he liked, he had to keep up the facade.

What the hell was wrong with the men on that particular day? Why did it seem like everyone was flirting with you? Or rather, why did you think everyone was? "My name is Yoshikage Kira, I'm your boss." Oh shit, great, you almost sent your boss to hell after accidentally bumping into him. "Welcome," he said and planted another soft kiss on you. When he grabbed your wrist with his hands, you tried to pull away, but the pressure he put on you was too much. "From today, you will be…" A set of high heeled footsteps could be heard. Kira quickly whispered something in your ear. "Keep quiet. If you know what's good for you." A person started to enter the room. He did not let you finish the previous sentence. "Kira, the meeting starts in five minutes." Said a woman with short dark hair and a pair of glasses. You could hear a slight grunt from her lips. Or was it your imagination? He simply turned away to give you a quick, mocking glare.

After this altercation you started your new job, it went normal although you couldn't get this encounter out of your mind and not in a good way, you felt your wrist hurting while writing the documents since you were hired to do the paperwork, that damned Kira Yoshikage would pay you if you told Josuke he could, no, he could. You quickly pushed that thought out of your mind, he could get arrested and you could even lose your job, you didn't know why you were worried about him, but anyway, it was too risky to do it, although you knew from looking at him that Kira was hiding a big secret, a big secret that you would be willing to reveal to sink him to the bottom of hell.

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As you lay on your bed wearing nothing but a t-shirt and panties, you looked down at your wrist. It hurt and you found a bruise. You could feel your eyes starting to glaze over, but then you got something to cheer you up. It was Josuke. A call on your cell phone.

"I want to look into the case of the missing women."

Your eyes sparkled when you heard those words. It was exactly what you had come to Morioh for and it was what you would probably end up doing if Josuke didn't get back to you in time.

"Ok, ok, that's great." You replied: "See you tomorrow."

"You too, sweetheart." You blushed a little at these words, but then Josuke interrupted your thoughts. "Look, Okuyaso, I told her I told her." You just laughed when you heard that. Josuke blushed. "Mmm… you didn't hear, bye," he said and hung up quickly, you just laughed again, the guy was a good one, you would give him a chance if that damn Kira kept doing things like that.

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[juletheghoul]

Oblivius Chapter 5

I have so many feelings about these two, Spills & Francis may be two idiot babies but they're my idiot babies and I LOVE them. Lots of yearning in this chapter, and maybe a different side to Claudia.👀

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Frankie Morales x F!Reader

Pairing: Frankie x F!Reader

Word Count: 3K

Warnings: Angst, yearning, 18+ language, mentions of alcohol / being drunk (Please let me know if I forget anything)

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Age 18:

His truck was full.

He was driving, you were shotgun - like always - and there were three more friends in the back. The trunk held boogie boards and towels, sunscreen and a cooler full of food and drinks.

You got there early enough that you found a good spot and within half an hour you were completely set up. There were three big beach blankets spread out with two big umbrellas to hide under when the sun got too hot.

“Spills, can you get my back?” He was handing you the sunscreen as he pulled his shirt up.

You were momentarily taken aback, you’d known him for so long, this wasn’t your first beach trip but he looked… good.

You spent a little longer than you should have making sure every inch of the golden skin of his back and shoulders was covered in sunscreen. Making sure to dip your hands just under the band of his swim trunks. When he turned he had a big smile and you had to ignore the way your stomach flipped.

Get a grip, it’s just Francis.

You couldn’t get a grip though, not with the way butterflies swarmed in your stomach whenever you paid attention to him. His hair was growing out a bit, curling slightly at the edges. You’d never thought about him this way and you had to keep reminding yourself to look away.

Later on in the day when you were in the water you played the same games you’d played since you were kids and when you jumped on his back he didn’t push you away; his skin warm from the sun. Instead he let you wrap your legs around him and everything felt right.

“You okay back there?” He laughed as he held onto the back of your knees.

“Peachy.” You smiled as you held on.

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**Present Day**

“Hola Mijo, you better go in there and calm her down.” His mom greeted him at the door when he walked in, her eyebrows raised at him.

“Hola mami, what happened?” He kissed her on the cheek like he always did before making his way further into the house. She couldn’t say - just that Claudia was upset. He was walking towards her, but his mind was still back with Spills. He could still smell her hair as he made his way into the den.

It’s the same shampoo, she still uses the same shampoo. Focus Francisco.

Claudia was almost shouting into her cellphone.

“Well I need it here sooner than that. My wedding is in three weeks and I need everything to be perfect - so I don’t give a shit what you have to do to get my dress here in time but you better find a way to do it!” She was looking daggers at him and he let her finish the phone call before he spoke.

“What’s going on babe?” He put his hands on her arms and started trying to calm her but she shrugged out of his grasp.

“What’s wrong Francisco, is that I told you this would be difficult.” She wasn’t yelling but her tone was icy. “How am I supposed to get married without a wedding dress. Would have been fine if we were back home.”

Not this again.

“Claudia, I told you when we got engaged that I wanted to get married here and you agreed. I explained to you very clearly that I’ve been away from my home, my life, my family - my friends for years and I wanted to get married here. Now tell me what the problem is.” He wanted his feelings to be clear. He loved Claudia, he really did. She was sweet and beautiful and she treated him well. She could be a little spoiled though and if he didn’t put his foot down now, he’d never have a choice about anything ever again.

He would not live his life that way.

“Yes I know I agreed, and for the most part I’m okay with it. I know your whole life is here, but it would have been so easy to get married there.” She pouted and it didn’t invoke the feeling it should have. It didn’t spur him to try to please her, it annoyed him.

He momentarily thought about when Spills pouted up at him, it never annoyed him. He pushed the thought away.

“Maybe, but we’re not getting married there. We’re getting married here, now what can we do? Let's look for a solution.” He softened up at her a little bit, after all he wanted her to be happy.

She sighed loudly and put her arms around his neck, her voice got a little higher as she tried to appeal to him.

“Frankie, baby- I just want everything to be perfect.”

That doesn’t work on me.

“Let’s just try to have everything go smoothly. It’ll be our day regardless, right?” He put his hands on her waist to bring her close, trying to get her out of her head.

“How long do we have to stay here Francisco?” She leaned back to look up into his face and he sighed.

“We have to talk about that, after the wedding we’re going back to stay with your family for a little while but then we have to talk about where we’re going to live.” He held her, but she pulled away.

“I don’t want to live here after Francisco. I appreciate that you grew up here and everything and we can visit but I do not want to live here.” She crossed her arms petulantly, and he took a deep breath to steady himself. They’d spoken about this before and she had agreed to give it an honest try, but they’d been in town less than a week and already she was telling him she hated it.

“You can’t know that in three days babe.” He sat on the couch.

When they agreed to get married - he’d been scared of this, he’d been scared that she’d do this. He knew she loved him, and he loved her - as much as he could - but the look on her face when he’d put his foot down about spending this time at home should have told him everything.

She didn’t say anything, she sat with him and reluctantly agreed.

“You’re right, I’m sorry. I just miss home. I’ll give it another shot.” She sounded genuine and he wanted to believe that. “How was your night with Spills? Is she feeling better?” She smiled at him, putting her hand on his thigh and he placed his over hers. A silent truce.

“She’s doing much better, we ate dinner and watched a movie.” He held her hand as he spoke and she smiled at him.

“I’m glad to hear that - hopefully she doesn’t get that drunk at the wedding.” She laughed lightly.

He knew she didn’t mean it in a nasty way, but he bristled at her words.

“She was just nervous about meeting all of you, and even if she did it would be fine. Everyone gets drunk at weddings.” He tried not to sound defensive but she raised her eyebrows at him. “I just don’t want you to think that she’s a mess. She’s like a-” He couldn’t say sister, he’s never thought of her as a sister. She was so much more. “She’s just really important to me.”

“I know babe. I didn’t mean it like that, she seems sweet.” She smiled at him. She was still trying to get back in his good graces, taking his defensiveness as residual anger. Thankfully.

“We should plan something for all of us to do together. It could give us more time to bond.” He thought about it momentarily then agreed, he knew exactly what to plan.

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There was something playing on the TV, you caught vague flashes - people talking but you weren’t taking anything in. Your sweatshirt smelled like Frankie and all you wanted was to cuddle up to him. He had been so sturdy beside you, so strong and comfortable.

What the fuck is a wedding emergency?

The mature - adult part of your brain said she was a nice person and if Frankie was with her it was for a reason. Obviously he was happy with her or he wouldn’t be marrying her. Frankie had never been the kind of person to settle.

The other part of your brain, the jealous possessive part told you she was a bitch. She was ruining the life you’d planned out with Frankie. If he’d never met her you’d be together now, laughing and planning the rest of your lives together. He’d be in your bed, or you’d be in his.

[Francis]: Hey Spills, we’re planning a get together for the wedding party - day after tomorrow - beach day. I’ll be there to pick you up at 7am.

It was like the universe was testing you. How many memories could he taint with Claudia?

[you]: sounds good, Claudia, you, me and who else in rustbucket?

[Francis]: Just you and I, and don’t call her that. Claudia’s family is coming so she’s going to ride to the beach with them. I’ll grab coffee on the way. =)

[you]: Hope you have a new tape in there, if I have to listen to queen I’ll jump out of the car

[Francis]: lol a ride is a ride Spills, see you then

[Francis]: was really nice hanging out with you today btw, goodnight

[you]: I had a great time with you - like always, thanks again for all the food, goodnight Francis!

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It was easy to ignore everything when you were getting work done, you had taken off a few days when you knew Francis would be home and you were taking advantage of it. The day before your beach trip was used to do all those little tasks you tended to put off.

Your laundry was done, the kitchen was clean, even the fridge had gotten a bit of elbow grease. Everything was ready and packed for the trip.

You tried not to think about the ride to the beach with Francis, you tried not to think back to your previous trips to the beach with him. Those memories were so precious and thinking about how your next memory would be with him, and his new in-laws was tearing you up inside.

Please let this go well, please don’t let me make a fool of myself.

You hoped someone was listening.

The anxiety didn’t let you sleep and you watched the clock crawl closer to morning; it seemed pointless to lay there.

Might as well get ready.

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He wasn’t nervous, but he wasn’t excited.

He made his way over to her house, stopping to grab coffee on the way. He thought about his conversation with Claudia, about the possibility of leaving this place. He really didn’t want to. He wanted to be close to his mom, he wanted to be close to his friends and his home.

I want to be close to Spills, I want to see her everyday.

He scolded himself, he was going to marry someone else. He kept trying to remind himself, but when he saw her walking towards his car it all went out the window.

God Spills, you’re killing me.

She put her beach bag and a small cooler in the backseat and got into his truck with a big smile, pushing all other thoughts out of his mind. He handed her the coffee he bought and she took it gratefully, brushing against his fingers, even now - she affected him so much.

Snap out of it Francisco, you aren’t a teenager anymore. This is your friend.

“Hazelnut?” She asked as she smelled the steam floating around her pretty face.

“Of course.” He pulled away from her place, making his way towards the highway. It would be an hour or so until they got to the beach.

“Open up.” The buttery bagel half she put into his mouth as he drove tasted better than he remembered.

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The drive was over much too soon.

If only it had lasted all day - catching him up on all the gossip he’d missed out on while away. Watching his excitement when he talked about flying, you could have listened to him talk forever.

“Finally!” Cheers rang out when the two of you arrived. The boys had set up a bunch of blankets and umbrellas and you suddenly remembered the state you’d been in the last time they saw you and you felt the blush creeping up.

Benny smiled big when he saw you, tapping the place beside him after you’d all said your hellos. You had no reason to deny him so you sat, setting up all your stuff within the space he made for you.

Blessedly, Claudia hadn’t arrived yet and you cherished this time without her, maybe it was mean - maybe it was selfish but you couldn't help it.

“Hey - Thanks for the other night, for getting me home and making sure I was okay.” Pope set up his stuff on the other side of you.

“No problem, glad to see you feeling better.” He was talking to you but you noticed him give Benny a curious look. Benny ignored it. You watched as Will and Frankie set up a volleyball net, you studied both men and there was no denying that Will was gorgeous; but your eyes were drawn to Frankie. You couldn’t help it, your eyes raked over him greedily.

He was so broad, stronger than he had been in his teen years and his belly had gotten a little softer with age but it suited him. He was gorgeous, he had always been gorgeous. He felt your eyes on him then and he smiled at you, walking over to you with the sunscreen in his hands like he always did. His smile faltered slightly when his gaze landed behind your place in the sand.

“Hey babe, how was the drive?” Claudia and her family had arrived and they were setting up just behind you.

Do you have some sort of alarm? How are you always ruining every single goddamn moment?

“It was hectic! Left a little later than I meant to but we survived.” She was breathless as she came to greet him. You busied yourself with something, anything in your bag to avoid watching them kiss. When you looked back she was squeezing sunscreen onto his back, rubbing the lotion much the same way you used to whenever you’d come to the beach together.

He didn’t meet your eyes when she did it, and you were thankful. You didn’t think you could handle seeing him enjoying her touch so much. Instead you focused on the people around you. You focused on Benny and Will and Pope, trying your best to ingratiate yourself to them. Hopefully erase the memory of you as a belligerent mess.

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As the day went on you found that you liked these guys, not just as an extension of Francis - but because they were fun. They made you laugh, they spoke to you like they’d known you your whole life. They almost distracted you enough. You also noticed that Claudia was only here to lounge in the sun. She had absolutely no interest in getting in the water, no matter how many times she was asked by Frankie to join him.

He played it off like it didn’t bother him but you knew it did, and that in turn hurt you but your heart leapt when he turned to you.

“Spills, wanna come in the water with me?” He smiled and held out his hand and you gladly accepted. Following him in like you always had.

“Not much of a swimmer?” You couldn’t help but ask when the two of you were in the water.

“Not really, it’s a shame - the water's perfect today.” He floated, making sure to splash you and you waited until he was perfectly relaxed to splash him back. “God I love it here.” he spoke as he floated closer and closer.

“Me too. I want to live near the ocean one day.” You spoke absentmindedly, trying to feel for little shells or rocks as you walked further and further from the shore. He followed you.

You felt him splashing you from behind and you tackled him. The two of you turned into children in the water and it ended with you wrapped around his back like always. His hands on the back of your knees as you held on. You both watched the shore in silence, everyone too focused on whatever they were doing to notice your closeness and you were thankful for it. It made you hold on tighter, trying to get closer and he wrapped your legs around his tummy.

Maybe it was inappropriate, maybe if Claudia had been watching she would have had some words for him, or you, or both of you - but it didn’t stop you.

“Let’s just stay out here Spills. Let’s stay in the water forever.” He stroked the skin of your shins under the water and it was so hard not to cry right then and there. “Just you and me, living in the water.” He laughed but it came out sad.

“I’m game.” You rested your chin on his shoulder briefly and he bumped your head with his. This one little moment made the whole day worth it, and when he pulled away as you knew he would, your heart broke just a little bit more.

You were both wrong in your assumptions however. The moment you had thought was private, that you thought you’d stolen without anyone knowing had been seen and catalogued by someone on the shore. Pope had seen the whole thing, and he had some words for Francis.

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[gemstone-roses]

Beach

Sam Wilson x Reader

Summary: you hate the beach.

Gif not mine credit to the owner!

Warnings: swearing, fear of the ocean , Steve Rogers in terrible swim wear. Threats of violence.

"Its settled then, our next trip out as a whole team is to the beach!"

cheers and whoops erupted around the room as tony gathered up his papers.

You sighed and placed your elbows on the table and gave a small defeated smile to your excited teammates.

"Bad luck y/n, you were outvoted, besides who doesn't like the beach anyway, there's so much to do and it's so nice and vibrant and the sea is so lovely and you can swim and see all the fish and ooh do you think there will be crabs there Mr stark,I hope there will be crabs, and maybe jellyfish too"

"Peter if you don't shut up right now I'm going to stick you to the corner of this very own ceiling with your own damn web fluid" you glared at him, only half joking.

Peter looked overly concerned at your threat, and left to go pack for tomorrow. 

" I find it hard to believe you hate the beach y/n, everyone loves the beach! Tony looked shocked at the very thought.

" No tony,not everyone does,and I do hate it,and everything that comes along with it, and please can I just sit this one out I'll do ALLL your paperwork for a month! wait where's.. Where's pepper she'll say yes to me she won't turn down a month off of paperwork PEPPER??!

" You know what your problem is y/n? You've forgotten how to have fun, we've all had a tough last few missions,especially you,which is the exact reason for this trip, you need to relax a little , we've hardly left the compound other than for missions and that's not good for you,it will be fun I promise, and pepper is under instructions to completely ignore any and all bribery and promises from you, the jet leaves at 7am"

You sucked your teeth at the hypocrisy of Tony telling YOU to relax and gave him the finger as his back turned to leave. 

"Hey, hey Sharon! 

"No!

"Wha.. I didn't even start you don't even know what I was going to say!!

" This is the first time in months me and Steve have had the opportunity to spend a day together so we're using tomorrow as a date so no i won't help you get out of this one,I'm really looking forward to it, I love the feeling of sand underneath my feet"

You rolled your eyes. 

" That's not what I was going to ask actually

"Oh? 

"Yeah is it true Steve has a pair of captain America swim shorts with his own face on them and if so how much do I have to pay for you to convince him to wear them tomorrow" you giggled, she playfully hit you with her file and walked away. 

"That's not an answer!!!"

The conversation with Sharon gave you an idea.

"Hi clint" you plopped down next to him on the couch 

He raised his eyebrow at you 

"When was the last time you and Laura went on a date? Do you want me to watch the kids tomorrow for you? 

"Nah it's alright thanks, they're gonna meet us there,they love the beach, thanks though"

You heard laughter from behind a set of cards. 

"You know I admire your efforts,truly, I'm impressed,tell me y/n what's the first thing your going to do when we get to the beach tomorrow? I have an extra bucket and spad so I'll bring it along tomorrow for you"

" You know what Loki, fuck you" you fumed, you knew he could see inside your head and he knew the real reason you didn't like the beach. He was just winding you up. 

Friday woke you up at 5am, you begrudgingly got out of bed and got ready.

 Sam  brushed past you on the way to the kitchen

"Sorry y/n ,just got back from my morning run, it's hot out there today even at this time!" 

Its five o clock in the fucking morning, you mumbled to yourself. 

You grabbed a coffee and sat down and promptly placed your head on the table.

"Aren't you going to eat y/n, you know breakfast is the most important meal of the day" Peter was munching on some toast. 

"As much as I appreciate your concern Peter I'd rather you save it until after I've had my coffee. Please" you muttered. 

"Right guys,everyone fed? Properly caffinated? Bags ready? Let's go" Sam clapped his hands, he had a towel slung over his shoulder. 

"It should be illegal to have this much energy this early in the morning"

You sat opposite Sam on the jet , everyone was smiley and energetic , even bucky had replaced his usual sombre stare. 

You tried to keep your thoughts occupied, tony looks ridiculous in a hawain shirt, Peter was the embodiment of a five year old, I wonder if loki will take off that helmet in the water.

 You felt a nudge on your leg

"You good y/n"? Sam looked genuinely concerned, you just nodded your head and continued to clench your jaw. 

Peter and Clint were the first off the jet, carrying various inflatables. Quickly followed by natasha, who had already made everyone aware of her plans to just sunbathe and had,with the threat of violence told everyone not to disturb her.

It had landed on a secluded patch of beach out of the way, you reluctantly made your way to the ramp and looked down at the yellow grainy ground. You sighed as you stepped off the plane.

Sam was ahead of you walking with bucky, he kept looking back at you and eventually stopped until you caught up.

" Sweetheart, you look a little terrified, are you okay? his voice was laced with worry and love and you couldn't help but smile a little.

"I, I don't like the water, sam I'm terrified of the ocean and everything in it,and uh well also I can't swim…" you looked down at the floor kicking your foot in the sand.

"Oh honey come here" he wrapped his arm around you and held you tight, 

" You..don't think I'm stupid..or silly?

" No of course not, its not stupid or silly!" He chuckled.

"Come on, tony will throw a tantrum if we stay here, let's go see what crazy shit Peters up to"

 Sam walked on the side closest to the sea,it was just a little thing , but it meant a lot to you. 

"Finally, you two lovebirds decided to join us" tony chuckled

"Oh we weren't ,were not…."

"Yeah yeah whatever,get over here before Clint takes all the soda."

You sat down on a towel next to Tony and his huge stash of drinks. Something tickled the back of your neck 

"Well,not yet" sam whispered

Your head snapped up 

"What?..

"I'm going to go in the water for a bit with Steve, Sharon and bucky,I'll be back in a bit " he smirked and winked at you,jogging towards the water.

"Sam Wilson did you just ask me out and run away?" You shouted, but with a smile.

A little while later

A shadow blocked your sunlight, opening your eyes you were met with Steve standing over you with a towel wrapped around his waist.

"Um Steve what are you…"

He whipped off his towel grinning widely to show the ugliest Captain America shorts you'd ever seen. 

AN: I wrote this instead of studying so comments are muchly appreciated🥺

[geekywritings]

JUNGKOOK X READER PART 2 - Is this real life or am I in a drama?

Part 2 of my little Jungkook x Reader story. For all who need a recap of Part 1: You are a young vet, just trying to make your way home from work when suddenly Jungkook falls right into your car, taking refuge from a group of sasaengs. You give him a ride home and he exchanges contact details with you, promising to stay in touch.

The prompt for part 2 is: “It’s pouring rain, why are you here?”

For the next few days, all you could think about was that meeting. It still seemed so very surreal. And you didn’t even dare tell anyone about the incident, because who would really believe you? Even your best friends and work colleagues would just raise and eyebrow and shake their heads most likely. Such things simply didn’t happen to people. They were part of k-drama scripts or popular web toons and after a week, you did start to wonder if it had all been some kind of strange dream.

But exactly that evening, when you had just come out of the shower to enjoy a cup of tea and a new episode of your favourite show, your phone beeped with a new Kakao Talk message. You gave your phone a lazy glance and then almost dropped your mug when you saw it was from none other than Jungkook.

JK: “I’m sorry for the late reply, Miss Vet. Things got kinda hectic. But I have not forgotten my promise. I still owe you that thank you.”

You had to reread that message a few times and for a second you wondered if it was a scam perhaps, but who else would now about that event but him? For a second you wondered what to answer before typing:

Y/N: “No problem. You are an idol after all. And you did already thank me.”

It took only a few seconds until his answer popped up.

JK: “It still doesn’t feel like enough.”

Wow, did he know how cool that sounded? 

Y/N: “You don’t have to worry. Really. I’m glad I could help.”

This time he took a bit longer to reply.

JK: “Do you like flowers?”

Y/N: “Yes of course. Who doesn’t?”

JK: “Which ones are your favourites?”

That one was harder to answer. You liked quite a few and just named them all, allowing him to make the final choice.

JK: “Great. Can I send them to your workplace? I don’t think florists deliver late in the evening.”

It was sweet that he was so dead set on sending you flowers as a proper thank you and while part of you was delighted, the other part wondered how to explain the bouquet to your colleagues at the vet office. Still, you typed in your adress and sent it out. 

From then on you thought the conversation would end, but apparently Jungkook was in a talkative mood. He revealed that he had a free evening and was just relaxing on the couch with a good meal, before asking you what you were up to. You told him about the drama and he suggested watching at the same time, sharing comments through text. 

You had never done anything like it before, least of all with a stranger, but Jungkook seemed so nice and it didn’t feel so intimidating to write with an idol over messages. And after the first few shared comments, you actually started to really enjoy it. You two ended up talking throughout the entire episode, which was almost an hour long and then even half an hour on top until Jungkook announced that he was heading to bed. Noticing the time, you realized it was time to hit the pillows yourself. 

But as you laid there in your bed, you kept reading through the chat history, as if making sure it was still real. Especially that “Goog Night” with the cute little emoji brought a smile to your face, before you finally turned off the night light.

____

For the next two weeks, he kept writing texts every other day. Sometimes it was just a random “How are you?” or a comment to your recently posted Kakao Story that he didn’t dare post publicly. But sometimes he would ask if you were watching that drama again to share comments in real time. It had become kind of a ritual when the third week started and a day without his messages felt weird. You still couldn’t tell anyone about it, but your friends and colleagues did start noticing your smiles and your eager grabs for the phone. But whenever they teased, you just said it was some guy online. Their would never believe the truth and you didn’t want to put Jungkook in trouble either. You had seen how crazy his fans could be, so the last thing he needed was your chats to become the topic of online gossip. Besides, it was kind of exhilarating to have a secret like that. At this point, you had already totally forgotten about the flowers.

During the fourth week of knowing Jungkook, you were staying late at the clinic, taking your regular night shift to take care of your little patients. You had just made your rounds, giving all the animals their medicine and checking on their bandages, before sitting down in the reception area, in case of emergencies coming in. But it was a super quiet evening, so you took out your phone. Almost on cue, a message popped up: “Finished work?”

Y/N: “Nope, having a night shift today.”

JK: “Oh, sounds tough.”

Y/N: “Not really. It’s quiet tonight.”

Nothing came after that and you put the phone away again, turning your head to the entry, the glassdoor giving you a perfect view of the rain shower outside. It really was coming down hard today. Bored, you took another round visiting your furry patients, giving them an extra round of cuddles. Suddenly the sound of the door tore through the hallway and you were quick to place the cat with the broken paw down to go and check on the new arrival.

You were utterly stunned to see Jungkook standing in the half opened door, dripping wet and with a huge bouquet of your favourite flowers in hand. 

“It’s pouring rain! Why are you here?!”, you exclaimed, approaching him with a shake of your head. 

“Well, florists dont deliver at this hour.”, he said cheekily with a shrug. “So I came personally.” 

He held out the dripping bouquet to you, which you took gratefully, enjoying the heavy fragrance of the flowers.

“You really shouldn’t have, but thank you. They are gorgeous.”, you said, sending him a smile, before inviting him to the staff room. 

“Let me make you a tea and grab you a towel.”

“You got coffee instead?”, he asked, running a hand through his hair. It had changed color, you noticed, though you also instantly thought that you prefered it black. 

A few minutes later you came back with a small towel and a steaming cup of coffee, taking a seat across from him at the small table. The entire room was tiny, but it was enough for the team.

“So this is where you work, huh?”

“Yeah, it’s a good place. It has nice people and I like how we truly take our time for each patient.”, you explained. You knew that not every clinic was like that, having done internships elsewhere during your studies. 

“Aren’t you busy though?”, it was now your turn to ask him a question.

“I am most nights, but we do get our time off as well.”, Jungkook replied. “Our agency is a good place too.” You nodded, having read up a bit about Big Hit since your meeting with one of their idols. You also realized that you did know and enjoy quite a few of BTS’ songs, even though you had never been able to put a face to them. Now you enjoyed them even more.

“Do you want a tour?”, you asked, after a minute of silence fell between you, during which Jungkook tried to dry his hair. He agreed with a nod, before following you around. There wasn’t much to show, but he did spend some time in the patient rooms, giving the animals some pets and cuddles. He was good with them, you notcied and they seemed to like him in return.

“You have two cats at home, right?”, he asked, his hand still stroking a fat tabby, who was at the clinic because of stomach problems. The owner insisted something was wrong with him, even though you had determined that he just needed a change in food and a consistent diet. 

“Yeah, Mr. Paws and Pogi.”, you replied. “I got them both from here, when the owners didn’t want them anymore.”

Jungkook’s eyes snapped to you, one of his eyebrows raised. “People do that?”

“Sometimes, unfortunately. Mr. Paws has a missing paw, ironically. We had to amputate it and the owner thought his cat would need special treatment because of it. And Pogi just needs regular medication and special food.” Small things really, but some owners just couldn’t handle it. 

“I saw pictures of them and I never notcied the missing paw.”, Jungkook said.

“I don’t make a point of making it the focus on pictures.” 

You ended the tour back in the staff room, where Jungkook took his coffee for a few sips, the drink instantly helping to warm him up. 

“I have to miss our drama this friday.”, he suddenly announced. “So you have to give me detailed updates or at least a good summary.”

“You could just watch the rerun online.”, you suggested.

“It’s no fun alone. So unless you can wait a day for the new episode...”

“I make no promises, since the last episode ended on a cliffhanger.. but I’ll try to be patient.” He smiled at your humor, but you were serous. The show was more enjoyable with him. 

“How did you get here?”, you eventually asked.

“I took a cab, but told them to let me out in front of a restaurant nearby. From there I walked.” In the pouring rain no less. Probably so the cab driver wouldn’t tell where he went. It was a clever ruse, but it was a shame that it was even necessary. 

“Need a ride home?”, you asked. “I think I’m not a bad driver and I have some minor experience with idol passengers.”

His smile grew even wider at that. “I wouldn’t have it any other way.”

“But I do stil have to work for an hour before I can take my break.”, you said, glancing at the clock on the wall.

“Just a break? What time do you go home?”

“This is just like a hospital with normal night shifts. Usually they are covered by our senior staff, but because some are on holiday, the task falls to me. So today, I’m staying till 7am. But I get the next day off.”, you explained. Those almost 24 hour shifts were draining, but rare, so you didn’t mind them at all. 

“Oh, I think I will need loads of coffee to make it until 7am...”, he said.

“What do you mean?”

“Well, I might as well keep you company. That will be the perfect way to show my gratitude.”

“You really don’t have you...”; you started. 

“I have a free day tomorrow as well, so I don’t mind.”, he insisted casually. “Besides, we get a chance to talk about that drama in person. It’s easier than typing.”

You still didn’t get why he wanted to stay. Somehow you could not imagine that it was because he simply started to enjoy your company through your online talks.

For almost the whole night, you just talked and drank copious amounts of coffee. He followed you on your patrol rounds, helping you with minor tasks whenever he could. And although it was strange, it was the best night shift ever. Most of the time, it didn’t feel like you were hanging out with an idol, but just with a really nice guy. A really handsome one at that. 

“This is nice.”, Jungkook said, voicing what you had been thinking. “But I do need another coffee.”

“You could also just take a nap.”, you offered. “I’ll wake you before it’s time to go.” It was already 4 am at this point. 

He seemed to think about the offer. “Ok, but we will grab some breakfast together to make up for lost time.”

Did he really feel like he owed you all this time? You weren’t quite sure what to answer, so you just nodded and went to grab him a blanket. There was a small sofa in the staff room specifically for the nightshift or patients who could not see blood. 

“Goodnight, Jungkook.”

“Goodnight, Y/N”

Hearing it live was so much better than reading his text you decided. And with a smile you made yourself another coffee to last the remaining hours. 

[oikeiji]

call you mine | akaashi keiji

summary: you and akaashi spent the day with each other as friends. or that’s what the both of you thought. towards the end of the day, he brings up a sudden question.

pairing: akaashi x f!reader

word count: 1610

content: fluff!!! :,( akaashi ily

warnings: nothing besides mentions of food, also not proofread

(this entire scenario was based off this song, hence the title, so feel free to listen to it while reading :) hope u enjoy!!)

akaashi’s eyes fluttered open as he woke up from his slumber. his eyes shifted to the alarm clock beside his bed. it was 7 in the morning. he yawned, rolling over onto his back and stared at the ceiling. memories of yesterday’s practice replayed in his mind. him and bokuto got into a petty argument that left bokuto angry with him. akaashi frowned thinking about it, bringing his mood down a bit. it was normal but it still kind of bothered him that it happened often.

figuring bokuto was still mad at him, he decided to call you. he grabbed his phone off the nightstand and clicked on your contact. you were surprised that he was calling you so early in the morning, but it was akaashi so you didn’t mind. he ranted about what happened with bokuto and you gave him some advice. afterwards the both of you talked about random things and made each other laugh.

you looked at the time and it had already been two hours since you answered his call. there was now a comfortable silence between the two of you. “hey keiji?” you called out to him and he hummed in response. “wanna meet up and get something to eat? since i know you won’t be hanging with bokuto today.” he got too excited and eager, quickly accepting your proposal. 

the two of you are quite close and akaashi won’t deny the fact he has a crush on you. how could he not? you were so funny, understanding, talented, pretty… the list could go on. he knew he was falling when you unexpectedly made him a bento with his favorite food. the two of you rarely hang out outside of school due to him being busy with volleyball and you had other things to do as well. of course he took this opportunity right away.

akaashi got up from his bed to get dressed. he wanted to impress you since you always see him in his uniform, but he tried not to overdress. you guys planned to meet up at the train station and walk to the restaurant together. he left as soon as he was ready, trying not to make you wait up.

the train ride wasn’t too long and he arrived at the agreed time. he looked around the station trying to find you. he spotted you waiting near the exit of the station. god she looks so good, he thought to himself. his heart rate picked up a bit and he gulped before approaching you.

“hey y/n!” akaashi called as he started getting closer. you looked over to his direction, a smile immediately appeared on your face. wow he looked even better in casual clothing, you thought.

“keiji!” you greeted him back. you hoped you didn’t come off too excited. the two of you exchanged a little side hug. it was a bit odd since you guys weren’t touchy due to being surrounded by classmates almost all of the time.

“you look.. very pretty.”

“thank you. you look very handsome yourself,” his little compliment made your heart skip a beat. was this really happening? your face started to heat up. oh god, you really hoped he didn’t notice the blush forming on your face. you didn’t want him to see the effect he had on you.

during the walk to the restaurant you two talked about what food you were going to order. it also consisted of you guys getting sort of lost since the maps app was being stupid and giving you the wrong directions. akaashi was the one pointing out that you were heading towards sketchy places. eventually you guys arrived at your destination, which was a cute little conveyor sushi belt restaurant. 

being the gentleman he was, akaashi let you in first and followed after you. the two of you were sat down by the host. when akaashi sat in front of you, that’s when you realized. you were really alone with him. just him. no classmates or people you knew around. it was just the two of you together. is this technically a date? no... neither of us said it was, you got lost in your thoughts. you tried your best to hide your nerves so he wouldn’t notice anything off. 

“ready to order?” akaashi interrupted your thoughts.

“oh yeah! you can put yours in first.”

he quietly agreed. little did you know that akaashi himself was yelling on the inside. he tried thinking of it as if you guys were in class just talking. except this was nothing like class! you guys weren’t talking about the assignments or what your plans are for the school day. he shouldn’t be acting like this though.. you guys were good friends. he blamed it on the fact he was romantically interested in you.

once the both of your orders came in, you guys started eating. thankfully it was just like your regular old conversations. nothing awkward or uncomfortable, just two good friends having a chat over some good food. you guys shared some good laughs and you took pictures of akaashi claiming that ‘he looked like a squirrel’ with his cheeks stuffed. he got revenge by taking some of you unexpectedly. secretly, both of you were happy you got pictures of one another.

after your delicious meal, you dragged akaashi to an arcade nearby. the two of you played a bunch of games and competed against each other. some games he let you win on purpose, but some games just sparked his competitiveness and showed you no mercy.

you guys played games for about an hour before deciding to leave. that place was really eating your money up. akaashi was surprisingly good at the claw games. he let you keep some of the plushies he won even though you protested against it. it was unintentional, but you guys ended up with matching plushies. he just really wanted you to keep something that reminded you of him.

on the way out you noticed that there was a photobooth. you suggested taking pictures for memories. the pictures came out super cute and you guys had a copy each. akaashi was definitely going to cherish this and place it somewhere nice in his room.

it had gotten dark outside very quickly. after doing other random activities like window shopping, you guys came across a park. there were surprisingly a bunch of people despite it being dark out. all of the benches were occupied so the two of you sat under a tree.

“wow, the sky looks so beautiful tonight.”

“yeah you can see the stars very clearly,” akaashi turned to look at you. you were staring up at the sky in awe. he quickly turned away before you could catch him staring.

the two of you were in the same comfortable silence from earlier. you guys gazed at the stars together and enjoyed each other's presence. however, both of you were not calm on the inside. you became hyper aware of how close akaashi was to you and debated whether to scoot closer or not. on the other hand, he was fighting with himself if now was the right to confess. there wouldn’t be any other perfect time than this. 

akaashi looked over at you again. he admired how the moonlight shone down on you. butterflies began to fill his stomach. you looked so beautiful to him, the stars were literally in your eyes. he couldn’t take his eyes off you and wished he could capture this moment to have forever.

“y/n?” he tried to gain your attention.

“hm what’s up?”

“no, look at me.”

you were startled by his words and turned towards him. he was staring at you with such a serious look on his face. his gaze alone made you nervous again and you froze in place.

“please just listen and don’t say anything until after,” he spoke. “i really like you, y/n. i’ve liked you for a long time now. ever since that day you randomly put that bento box on my desk. you’re so nice to me and always listen to my problems. i couldn’t help but fall in love with you. seeing you look at the stars next to me makes me fall in love with you more. there isn’t any other perfect time for me to confess to you… can i call you mine?”

you teared up at his confession. he looked at you worriedly but before he could say anything you hugged him tightly. he slowly wrapped his arms around you, kind of confused.

“keiji, you idiot,” you mumbled into his chest, letting a few tears out. “of course i’ll be yours. i did that all for you because i like you. it’s about time you finally knew about it.”

“i’m so glad, i really thought you were going to reject me,” akaashi slowly rubbed your back.

“you’re dumb. you’re so dumb, keiji. why else would i go out of my way to make you lunch?”

you cuddled up into his chest, watching the stars together. eventually you guys had to separate ways since it was starting to get really late. trying to leave each other at the train station was hard, but you hugged each other tightly before separating.

once akaashi got home, he flopped right onto his bed. he couldn’t believe that actually happened. he brought his blanket up to his face and started smiling hard. memories from tonight replayed in his mind. his phone buzzed beside him, snapping him out of his thoughts. he quickly grabbed it.

goodnight cutie :)

you were really going to be the death of him.

HELP IT’S ALMOST 7AM AND I STAYED UP WRITING THIS. hope you guys liked this one as much as i did!! sorry if the end seems a bit rushed i’m very tired lol. aaaaah akaashi T__T the things i do for u.

[gaemkyuu]

The Future

Warnings: none!  A/N: This is the last part! I hope you’ve all enjoyed my mini series with my own character. I’m debating if I should add one last one with a child in the mix, but I want to know what you want! Send me a message or leave me a comment! Requests are open :) Disclaimer: This is a FICITONAL writing piece on Charlie Gillespie. In no way do I claim or declare that Charlie’s portrayal is accurate to real life. I do however, own Teagan Valencia :)

Masterlist *now taking requests ;)

The Teagan Valencia Series: The Meeting  / The Fight / The Proposal / The Present / The Recovery / The Future

The Future

“Teags? Baby you gotta get up now... Teags, come on. I can’t let you sleep in any more. Plus, breakfast is here and you need to eat before things get crazy” 

Teagan snuggled into her pillow a little more, groaning at Charlie’s soft voice that disturbed her slumber. She was never a morning person, but she knew today she had to be. After a solid year of planning, the countless hours she spent at Bridal expos with Savannah and her cousin and all the tedious decisions her and Charlie had to make, their day was here. She rolled over to face his side of the bed and opened her eyes, squinting at the sunlight and the beauty before her. Charlie was smiling, familiar twinkle in his eyes that she often saw when he was excited.

Today was the day!

“What’d you get us for breakfast?” he chuckled, kissing her on the nose, not surprised that she cared more about the food than getting up and getting ready for their big day. 

“Well, you’re going to have to put some clothes on and meet me on the balcony to see. You get five minutes” she groaned at his conditions and pulled the blanket over her head, not wanting to leave the warmth of the bed. Grabbing her phone off the nightstand, she saw that it was 7am and with a big sigh she got up and threw on a hoodie and sweats. She followed the scent of her nose into the living room of their hotel room, shivering a bit as she felt the cool air from the balcony come through. The view of the mountains from their balcony was breathtaking and adding Charlie while he softly played his guitar made it even better. Teagan wished that she could freeze time to just soak in this moment, capturing the image in her memory, but she knew they were on the clock now. She padded softly over to Charlie, kissing his lips quickly before taking a seat at their table for two. He had arranged the table with everything that was previously on the room service trolley, including the small arrangement of flowers in a slim glass vase at the center of their table.

“Well this is sure fancy! Thank god for room service, no?” she smiled lovingly at him as he rested his guitar on the side of the table. He grimaced at his placement and went to move his guitar to a more secure location, eventually deciding to run it into the suite, placing it on the couch. She giggled at his antics and as he hurried over back to her.

“I mean, seeing as we both love food and most people hate us when we’re hangry, I thought a nice, big, but healthy, eggs benny would be the perfect fuel for the start of our day” he smiled brightly, running his hand through his hair as she took a sip of coffee. He offered her both of his hands across the table and she placed her hands in his, both bowing their heads and saying a silent grace before beginning to eat their meals. As they sat and ate their breakfast together, they enjoyed the calmness of their environment briefly discussing what their respective schedules would be like that day. The two had made a point that they wanted to start their big day together. The entire event would be busy, but having a moment together to enjoy their last meal as an engaged couple was probably one of the best decisions they had made for their special occasion. However, this moment couldn’t last forever as Charlie’s phone started ringing and a loud knock at the door signaled the end of their breakfast. Charlie opened the door as he answered his phone, smiling at Savannah and Teagan’s cousin Michelle as his silent hello, continuing his conversation on the phone.

“It’s Wedding Day! Good morning our beautiful bride!” Teagan smiled at the excitement her two maids of honor had as they rushed in to give her big hugs. “You all ready for today?” Savannah asked, her giddiness radiating through her smile.

“Let’s do this!” Teagan smiled, getting up from her seat picking up the plates from their breakfast, the other two girls helping her. Charlie caught her waist after she put the dishes on the trolley and pulled her close as she giggled at the sudden action. He started to tickle and kiss her as she helplessly fought to get out of his grip. “Charlie! Come on! That tickles! No fair!”

“Just one last kiss as your fiancé?” he pouted, turning her around to face him. She shook her head and rolled her eyes, giving him a kiss, but he quickly deepened it. “I’m going to go to Owen’s room to get ready. Everything’s already over there. You gonna be okay getting ready here?”

“Leave her with us Charlie. We’ll take care of everything!” Michelle smiled, reassuring the groom. Charlie opened his mouth before Savannah interrupted him. “Call you if we need anything. We know!” and with one more quick peck and a hug, Charlie slid out the door. “Alright miss, you got 30 minutes to shower before the hairstylist, makeup artist and photographer arrive. The other girls will be over with snacks and sangria in about an hour! Hop to it!”

The next few hours were a blur. After Charlie left, Teagan did shower and get into her bridal robe for the rest of the morning. True to Savannah’s words, she was swept away to get her hair and make up done while the photographer took pictures of her getting ready. Teagan’s sister, Charlie’s sister Megan and Teagan’s childhood friend showed up right on schedule with her bridal gown and the other bridesmaid dresses. In a whirlwind of hairspray, powder and camera flashes, wine glasses were toasted, music played softly in the background and Teagan’s mother showed up to help her put her wedding dress on.

Meanwhile, Charlie was playing rock band in Owen’s suite with Jeremy and Charlie’s brothers, snacking and toasting the occasional alcoholic beverage to one another. Eventually the boys got ready and headed over to the ceremony location making sure everything was fine. Charlie was grateful that Teagan had suggested hiring a wedding planner and coordinator as he had no idea what still needed to get done. However, the planner had everything under control and simply used their muscles to help move a couple things around, eventually shooing them away to a small room as guests started arriving.

Teagan shared soft tears with her mother as she put on the finishing touches on her outfit, buttoning up the last buttons on her dress and placing the veil on her head. They both cried a little harder when her father entered the suit to see his daughter all dressed up. After a few teary moments and a touch up here and there, the group took a few photos and headed down to the lobby of the Fairmont Whistler where their limo awaited.

As the music at the ceremony began, Charlie took his cue, with the help of the planner that is, to head down the aisle with his parents at his side to the altar. As each couple walked down the aisle and lined up on either side of the altar, Charlie eagerly searched for his bride. He smiled and high fived their ring bearer and flower girl as they made it to the end of the aisle and into their seats and as the crowd rose, the music pausing for a moment, Charlie knew it was time. As the music played, his eyes lit up as his bride and soon to be wife appeared at the top of the aisle. Teagan locked eyes with him and held his gaze as she floated down, her parents at either side. For the both of them, it felt like an eternity had passed until Teagan arrived at the altar, the both of them hugging her parents and quickly taking their places in front of the officiant.

Just like that, the ceremony began without a hitch and it went perfectly. They completed wedding Traditions in the Filipino culture for Teagan’s family, with a few clumsy moments with Charlie. Teagan had insisted that if Charlie was uncomfortable with the traditions, they could leave it out of the ceremony no problem, but Charlie always loved learning about her culture and thought it would make the ceremony that much more special to include it. When it came time for the vows, Owen passed Charlie a folded up piece of paper and with a deep breath he prepared to read it. But for a moment he paused, reading over the first few lines and then crumpled it up, shoving it into his pant pocket, the crowd laughing at his actions.

“I wish I had the perfect words to describe how much I love you or how amazing of a person you are, but there simply aren’t. I am eternally grateful for how much you have impacted my life. Before you, I was a chaotic mess that would be running around from thing to thing. I mean, I’m still a chaotic thing that runs around from thing to thing, but I now have someone following me, supporting me, reeling me in when I’ve gone off the deep end and occasionally engaging in the chaos with me. I remember feeling like absolute shit when I spilled coffee on you that day, but you were so kind and forgiving. You’ve never met me with anger and you’ve always shifted your life around for me. I knew what commitment was, but I didn’t understand until what it was until you came into my life. I’d always be off on some adventure, doing whatever it is that I wanted and I never knew that I wanted, needed, someone in my life until I left you in Canada after asking you to be my girlfriend. I know I don’t have the best timing, and I eat weird food that make my breath smell weird, but I vow to love you, cherish you and be with you even after life decides to separate us. There is no one else in this lifetime for me, other than you. Mahal na Mahal Kita” Teagan smiled and used the Kleenex Savannah had given her to blot away the tears, as Michelle passed her a neatly folded paper.

“I wish I was as good at winging it, but I’m not so I’m going to read mine” the crowd chuckled at her comment as she took a deep breath, steadying herself before reading. “Monsieur Gillespie, je t’aime. From the moment you spilled coffee on me, I knew that fate had brought you into my life for a reason. At first, I thought you were put into my life to force me to live a little and take a break from my life, but I was so wrong. It wasn’t until I was going through therapy, that I realized why you were a part of my life. I’ve always loved everything about you, from your adventurous side to your caring gentle side and yes, even your chaotic side that, at times, makes me want to kill you. But I didn’t know how much I needed you until I faced the biggest adversity I had ever faced in my life. Throughout my entire recovery process, and as I still recover from the trauma, time and time again you have shown me that I am worthy of love.” her voice cracked and she had to take a few deep breaths before continuing. “Even though I felt broken, ashamed and disgusted with myself, you continued to do whatever it took to help me feel like me again. Had you not been with me through the whole ordeal, I don’t think I would be standing here today, marrying you, as the happiest woman in the world. I vow to love you with every ounce of my being and I commit an eternity to loving you and supporting you. Il n’y a rien dans le monde qui peut enlever mon amour pour toi. Je t’aimerai aujourd'hui, demain, la semaine prochaine, pendant les mois qui suivent et toutes les années après ça.” As she finished, Charlie wiped away a tear that managed to escape his eyes and held her hand tightly.

In this moment, there was nothing that could take away the peace that befell both of their hearts as they vowed to spend their lives loving one another unconditionally. They exchanged their rings, sealed their commitment to one another with an “I do” and were officially pronounced Husband and Wife. As they walked up the aisle to  the main lobby area of the Nikita Lake Lodge, they giggled and stole a few kisses here and there before being joined by a photographer and starting their two hour photoshoot. Teagan’s parents interrupted their photos briefly to bring the two a snack and coffee from the Tim Hortons down the road, which the newly wed couple were grateful for.

As the reception drew nearer, the couple were ushered into the limo with the rest of their bridal party and were welcomed by Teagan’s hairstylist and make-up artist for touch ups. Everyone was quickly ushered into a small waiting room away from the main reception hall and they indulged in hot hors d’oeuvres and champagne, awaiting for their time to enter the reception. If Charlie and Teagan could have it their way, they would’ve celebrated like this for the rest of the evening, but they knew that there would be cries of outrage without a reception from both family and friends.

As the night drew on, they dined on delicious food supplied by the hotel caterers, occasionally interrupted by the clinking of glasses to steal a kiss from one another. They shared their first dance as a couple and Teagan smashed a mini cupcake in Charlie’s face when they cut their cake, but their favorite part was the toasts. Savannah kept her composure, while Michelle did not as both girls gushed over the newly wed couple and the memories they shared with the both of them. Owen went completely off script but Jeremy was there to help him get back on track for the both of them to deliver a great speech that had everyone doubling over in laughter, but also tearing up at the end. When the couple said their Thank yous, and wrapped up for the night, the part they had been looking forward to the most had finally arrived.

The dance floor, unlike most weddings, was full with people the entire night. Everyone had the time of their lives dancing and the newly weds were occasionally interrupted by their guests who wanted to wish them well and say their goodbyes. Owen did his signature Flash Dance jump with Charlie and Jeremy, while Maddie, Jadah and Savannah killed it when Beyoncé came on. Charlie and Teagan were honestly the happiest they had been in a long time, but the night had to wrap up eventually, and as much as they tried to help and clean up the reception, their bridal party forced them to go back to their suite.

Upon entering their suite, they were shocked to see that the entire place had been cleaned, as a  bottle of champagne on ice and a plate of chocolate dipped strawberries welcomed them on the counter. Teagan munched on the strawberries as Charlie popped the champagne pouring them a small amount in the champagne flutes. The tired, but happy, couple sat on the couch cuddling and sipping champagne in a comfortable silence, hand intertwined. As Teagan gave a big yawn, Charlie couldn’t help but smile before a yawn overcame him as well. 

“I really don’t know how couples have the energy to have sex on their wedding night. Like honeymoon I get, but man this was a long day!” Charlie burst out laughing at Teagan’s tired observation and kissed her on the forehead as he got up from the couch. He extended his hands out to her, offering her to help her up from the couch, knowing that a wedding dress wasn’t always the easiest to move around in. Charlie helped Teagan out of her dress, kissing her back softly as he undid every button sending shivers up her spine. When she was out of her dress, she quickly picked it up and hung it on the hanger it originally came with as Charlie undressed to his boxers and climbed in bed. As he flicked on the light of their bedside table and plugged their phones in, Teagan shut the main bedroom lights off and crawled into bed with her husband.

“So how does it feel to be Mrs. Gillespie?” Charlie wiggled his eyebrows at her, pulling her closer to him. She pondered for a moment, already knowing an answer, but knowing her fake hesitation would catch Charlie off guard. His smile faltered for a second, a little confused.

“Honestly? Pretty fuckin great!” He laughed at her response, kissing her on the lips. “How does it feel to be married to me?” Charlie paused a moment, eyes twinkling and grinning at her.

“Pretty. Fuckin. Great” 

[imkylotrash]

When In New York City

Pairing: David Dobrik x reader

Song: All These Years - Camila Cabello

Summary: They meet randomly after a couple of years and decide to get a cup of coffee. 

A/N: There will be a part 2 for this. Let me know if you want to be tagged. 

PART 2

“Y/N?” You freeze. It’s been two years but you’d never forget that voice. 

“David?” you ask turning around with a smile. His hair is a little longer and he’s grown some stubble. He looked like a man now. 

“That’s crazy to bump into you. How have you been?” He’s smiling from ear to ear and it makes you think about all the times you’d catch him looking at you smiling when he thought you didn’t notice. 

“I’ve been good. Very busy. Your retweet really got the business going, thanks.” You’d left LA and moved to New York to open up a book shop that had special deals like bring a book and exchange it for new one. It also housed a small cafe with coffee and tables so you could sit and enjoy the book you just bought. And things had been going fine but they really took off after David retweeted one of the shops tweets. Suddenly all your days were busy and you’d even been able to afford to get your own place rather than share a flat with three others. 

“No problem at all. Just glad to help,” he smiles hesitating for just a second, “God, it’s been so long. Hug?” You shouldn’t do it. You’ve worked so hard to leave David in the past but when he looks at you like that you can’t say no. So you hug him and he smells just as good as you remember. He wraps his arms around your waist and squeezes you tightly. 

“So you’re still doing the youtube thing?” you ask noticing the camera in his hand. Of course, you already know that he’s still doing the youtube thing because you’ve got his post notifications on. But you’re not about to admit that now. 

“Yeah, it actually worked out pretty well.” It’s an understatement but David’s never been one to brag and you’re not going to correct him. 

“Listen, I’m actually late for a meeting, but we should grab coffee tomorrow? Is your number still the same?” For a moment your brain checks out completely and you just nod because yes, your number is in fact still the same but maybe coffee with your ex isn’t the best idea. Seeing him in New York has just reminded you of how much you’ve missed him and how you still wish he’d have come with you. But his youtube career was taking off and he couldn’t leave LA where he had his huge friend group to help with content and already a few sponsorships as well. But you couldn’t stay in LA since there was no market for you and your dream of owning a bookstore. Everything was digitalised in LA and no one wanted to open a book anymore. New York had always been the dream and none of you had wanted to stand in the way of each other. So you’d let each other go instead. David had driven you to the airport and kissed you goodbye. And that was it. The epic love story was over. 

“Shoot, I’m already late. I’ll text you,” he yells over his shoulder before leaving you in the streets of Manhattan lost in your memories of him. The rest of the day is a blur to you but you find your way home. You don’t really sleep that night but somehow it’s already 7am and you’re getting dressed. Looking in the mirror you shake your head to try and focus. You’re not 16 anymore - besides you’ve heard he already has a girlfriend that he’s very happy with. So there’s really nothing to be nervous about. It’s just two old friends getting a cup of coffee. Thankfully today is another busy day at the store so you don’t have time to think about it until the clock strikes 5am and David is standing in front of you. 

“Hi,” he says. You’ve already cleared it with Melissa to cover the evening shift and lock up when she leaves. She’s a very nice student for NYU and works harder than most people her age so you had no troubles leaving your beloved book store in her hands. 

“Let me get my apron off and I’ll be right out,” you smile before heading back. 

“You did not tell me that you were going out with David Dobrik!” Melissa squeals almost dropping the stack of books in her arms. Apparently, she’s a fan.

“We’re not going out. He’s an old friend.” 

“Sure. But my friends don’t look at me like that,” she smirks before walking out. When you return he’s surrounded by people all wanting a picture. He looks at you apologetically before returning focus to the swarm of people around him. It’s a good half hour before you can go but you don’t mind waiting. It’s nice to see him so in his element as opposed to when he first started out and turned into a blushing mess. Now he looked calm and confident which made him 10 times sexier. 

“Ready to go?” you ask once everything has finally calmed down. He nods offering his arm. You hesitate for just a second before accepting it. You have to be careful not to fall back into old habits. 

“So where do you want to go?” you ask looking up at him. 

“You’re the one who lives here. What’s good?” he counters with a smile. 

“Well, there’s a really small place just next to Central Park that has the best coffee you’ll ever taste. And the hot chocolate is amazing too.” 

“Lead the way.” As you walk to the cafe the two of you talk about everything and nothing. David tells you about moving in with Natalie and how he found Jason. He talks about SeatGeek and how he’s been able to do all these amazing things for his friends. In turn you tell him about getting the store up and running, all the renovations and the marketing. You talk about your family back home and how you might be getting ready to expand business. It’s like no time has passed since you saw each other last but you constantly remind yourself that a lot of time has in fact passed. You’re not the same people you were when you last saw each other. 

“Here,” you say noticing that you’ve already arrived. You quickly order some drinks for you before heading to Central Park. 

“Have you ever seen Central Park in December? It’s the most gorgeous thing ever.” 

“I actually haven’t. But maybe I should put it on my to-do-list for this year. You could show me around?” Say no. Just say no. 

“Sure.” Damn it. You look over at him and you feel this need to kiss him. After all these years he’s still the one person you want. Every date and every hook up just made you miss him more. 

“I have to take this. One second,” he says before taking a couple of steps away to create the illusion of privacy. 

“Hey babe. What’s up?” You shouldn’t listen. 

“I told I’m out with a friend. I’ll be back later.” It’s an invasion of his privacy. 

“I know. I’ll make it up to you tomorrow, okay?” Why are you insisting on twisting the knife in your chest right now? 

“I love you too. See you.” He returns to you completely oblivious to what’s going on in your head. 

“So where to next?” he asks. 

“Home,” you say and quickly add, “at least for me. I’ve got an early morning.” 

“Oh, I’m sorry. Have I kept you too long? It’s just been so good to catch up with you.” He doesn’t mean it the way you want him to. You know he doesn’t but someone forgot to tell the butterflies in your stomach. 

“Yeah, it’s been great.” 

“Listen, I’m flying home tomorrow. But maybe I could be lucky enough to see you next time I’m in New York?” For the love of God, listen to your-

“Sure.” You’re an idiot.

[too-gay-for-marvel]

routine

a/n: look i know im crankin these suckers out, i swear i have a life. ive just got a lot of thots and need to get them out asap or ill forget and then cry. so here, have some married mob boss Natasha and Carol because i love them

Word Count: 2151

Warnings: implied sexual content

Pairing: CarolNat x Reader

(pt.1 pt.2 pt.3 pt.4)

Your routine was a simple one when you were single. An early morning where you get up at 6, make your bed, and start the coffee before taking a cold shower.  You’re out by the time the machine beeps and it only takes minutes to put on your pre-picked outfit. One cup of coffee (lots of cream, no sugar) while you read the paper. Your phone tells you it’s time to leave and you head to work.

The day is always filled with work work work and it keeps you busy. You can force yourself to focus, working through lunch and staying at the warehouse until it’s dark. You buy an apple and two oranges from the bodega on your way home.

Back home you start another pot of coffee before eating your apple at the counter. You cook a small meal, usually a frozen dinner but sometimes you cook real food, and eat it with your coffee. Sometimes it’s a disgusting combination, sometimes it’s not too bad, but it’s never good. But it’s routine and that’s what matters.

You hand wash the few dishes you have before changing and heading down to the apartment gym for a run. Sometimes you’ll talk with the doorman, sometimes you won’t. Either way, you go back to your apartment and take a hot shower before putting on some pajamas. You lay on the couch and put the news on your laptop while something else plays on the TV. You’ll eat the oranges while you relax and save the peels to boil on the weekends. A lot of times you fall asleep on the couch, always around 2am. You rinse and repeat with little to no variation.

But when you got involved with Natasha and Carol, routine was nothing but a word.

You understood, you really did. They were married, you accidentally wormed your way in, you all had different days. They went and commanded a mob, you were a carpenter. There was no telling what all they dealt with on a daily basis, and you just went to work and back home every day.

They could have at least tried to fit your schedule.

Now it was almost impossible to enjoy the walk to and from work because you were acutely aware of the people Carol and Nat would have follow you. “To keep you safe,” they had said. You didn’t care, it was an interruption.

When they would stop by, you couldn’t just heat up your one meal and be done with it. You had to make enough for three people, with three plates and three cups and three sets of silverware. And then you couldn’t even wash them right away because they were only coming by for a fuck. Which was more than fine with you.

But it messed up your routine.

And now they had the nerve to sleep over? They never stayed the night! Sure, sometimes they would stay until extremely early in the morning, but they never slept over. You would fuck, they would leave, and you’d rush to get back into your routine.

You couldn’t even get out of Carol’s arms to take a shower.

Maybe you liked the feeling. It had been a while since you had woken up in someone’s arms, and it was nice. It felt safe. Nat’s arm was slung around Carol’s waist and resting on your hip, and it was comforting. Any other person would have loved to wake up the way you did.

But you had a routine.

It was almost impossible to slip out of Carol’s grasp; she was a lot stronger than you had thought. She could pick you up and carry you around, but she was asleep! She shouldn’t be able to do this while she was sleeping! You were already late for your morning shower and it took almost 15 minutes to worm your way out of Carol’s grasp.

You froze on your feet when you got out of bed because you heard Carol sigh. If you had woken her up then you knew you wouldn’t be getting to shower. Horn dog, you complained to yourself. But she just shifted and rolled over to pull Nat closer before staying still again.

If only they could see you now, you thought to yourself. The fiercest couple in the mob game. Cuddling in bed.

Maybe them sleeping over wasn’t so bad. How else would you get to see them like this? Vulnerable, peaceful, almost even innocent. They weren’t mob boss legends, they were just people. People that were in your bed.

Dammit.

Now you couldn’t make your bed before a shower. Damn them. Never mind, having them sleep over was hell.

Well, at least you could still start your coffee. You spared one more look at the women in your bed and smiled to yourself before grabbing a shirt from the floor. It wasn’t clean and it wasn’t yours, and you hated knowing you were wearing an unclean shirt. But you liked that it was one of theirs. Maybe that was enough.

It wasn’t, but maybe it could be.

You snuck into the kitchen and started a pot of coffee. It was bigger than usual and you knew it would change your grocery plans. Yet another part of your routine that they were changing. Maybe that could be okay, too.

You were halfway across the living room when someone knocked on your door. Looking at the clock in your kitchen said it was 6:47 (far too late for your shower). Who would come by that early? What else was going to ruin your routine??

With a sigh you walked to the door. If your routine was ruined you might as well ruin it properly. Your hair was pulled into a lazy ponytail, you were only in a dirty shirt, you couldn’t make your bed, and you were already… 36 minutes behind schedule. Might as well have a little small talk, right? So you opened the door-

“-Mornin’ sunshine-”

-And immediately shut it again, holding the handle in case they tried to open the door.

Why were they here?

“Y/N?”

No no no they couldn’t see your apartment like this! The coffee wasn’t finished, you didn’t have pants on, you hadn’t washed your hair. There were still dishes in the sink, a few blueprints on the table, two women in your bed-

-two women in your bed. Two married women in your bed.

Oh no.

“You alright, kiddo?”

“Just fine!” You called out. You didn’t let go of the handle until you locked the door, and then you ran to the kitchen to wash the dishes.

It was a bit ridiculous to wash the dishes first when there were so many other problems to deal with, but it was the most obvious. You could probably make an excuse for not wearing pants and the blueprints. But the dishes? That was way too out of hand.

You didn’t even dry them before shoving them into your cabinet and making your way to the bedroom where Carol and Nat were sitting up and rubbing their eyes. The sheet was down to their bare waists and you stared for just a moment too long.

“You okay?” Carol asked when she cracked one eye open just enough to see you starting to pick up the clothes on the floor.

Three more knocks on your front door.

“One second!” You shouted before rushing through your room again. You didn’t see Carol and Nat flinch from the loud noise.

“What’s going on?” Nat asked, and they both held their hands up as you tossed some clothes at them.

“You need to leave,” you said as quickly as you could manage.

“Kicking us out already?” Carol teased.

“Yes,” you huffed out with a single nod.

“What’s wrong?” Nat asked. She stood and pulled on some jeans before walking over to put a hand on your shoulder, but you shrugged it off.

More knocks.

“I said one second!” You shouted again and turned back to Nat. “Please leave.”

“We can chill in here,” Carol said as she finished tugging a shirt on. It was yours and it was just a little too small on her. She didn’t seem to care.

“I’m not out yet,” you shot back before shoving a shirt into Nat’s arms.

“Just lock the-”

“-Unless you want to meet my parents, I suggest you leave.”

That shut them up. Quickly.

Five knocks.

“I’m coming!” You shouted before looking at the shell-shocked faces of Carol and Nat. “Fire escape goes all the way down,” you said before shutting your bedroom door and running to open the front door.

They didn’t look happy.

“May we come in now?” Your mom asked. She looked more pissed than your dad, who looked amused at your ragged state.

“Please,” you said with a sheepish smile as you stepped aside and let them in.

“Nice shirt,” your dad whispered as he passed you. Damn him.

“Coffee?” You asked. You didn’t wait for them to answer before making your way to the kitchen and getting down two more mugs.

“You’ve already got three on the counter,” your mom pointed out, and your eyes shot to where she was pointing.

She was right. You had three mugs on the counter right by the coffee pot. And they were dirty. Because you had made Carol and Nat coffee yesterday when they had come over. And you hadn’t cleaned because they had ruined your routine. Please don’t notice, please don’t notice, please don’t-

“-You use all these yesterday?” Your dad asked, and you could feel your heart jump into your throat. You missed the small smile on his face.

“Long day,” you said nonchalantly as you tried to physically wave off the ideas he probably had.

“That why you haven’t showered yet?” Your dad pointed out, again, and you finally glared at him. He needed to just keep his mouth shut or your mom would get suspicious.

“Long night,” you explained even though you knew he didn’t buy it.

“Must have been,” your mom mused as she poured herself a cup of coffee because you had taken too long. “It cut into your routine.”

Why did they have to know you so well? Why couldn’t they just be distant and not care?

“To what do I owe the pleasure?” You ask as you hand a mug to your dad.

“We can’t just come see our daughter?” Your dad asks from behind the mug.

“Not at 7am,” you tease, and he shoots you a wink.

“Your grandparents want the whole family to spend the summer together,” your mom says, her voice much softer than usual. You know what that means.

“And you’re bringing it up now?” You ask. It’s the middle of January; summer wasn’t even on your mind.

“So you can plan your routine,” your mom answers with a gentle smile. Maybe her respecting your schedule wasn’t quite as awful as you thought.

“We want you to have time to set things up in case-”

-your dad is cut off by a thud coming from your room, and all of your heads snap toward the sound.

“What was that?” Your dad asks as he immediately moves into his protective mode.

You don’t have time to answer before your dad makes his way to your bedroom. He doesn’t even ask for permission to enter because you usually never shut your door. You’ve never cared before, so he doesn’t ask now.

But what if Carol and Nat aren’t gone?

Blood is rushing deafeningly in your ears as your parents open the door to your room and look inside. You expect to hear gasps and immediate yelling, maybe some accusations. You’ve even got an escape plan ready and an alibi set up.

But the room is empty. There’s no clothes on the floor, your hamper is out of sight, and the bed is made. There’s no one in your room. The only thing that’s out of place is the open window.

“I thought I taught you to keep these closed,” your dad mused as he walked over and shut the window.

“Must have forgotten,” you mumbled.

“Long night,” your dad repeats your explanation, but he sounds completely unconvinced.

“Right,” you whisper before running your fingers through your hair and pulling your arms in tight.

“We should let you get ready,” your mom says after an extremely awkward amount of silence. You shoot her a relieved smile and nod.

“I’ll call you,” you say.

They each give you a kiss on the head as they walk by and say their goodbye’s before leaving your apartment. As soon as the door shuts you fall to the floor and just lay there staring at the ceiling. There were too many thoughts running through your head.

None of this would have happened if no one had ruined your routine.

[keiscait]

Hello!! I see that your matchups are open and I was wondering if I could get a Living Room and Bedroom one? Living Room would be more preferable if u can’t do both. I’m not sure if this is enough to cover both…I’m sorry agdhshdhejdbjdj

I’m not sure if u can do this but could u make this anon too? You can associate me by this emoji: 🕺

Here’s the info:

PRONOUNS: she/her

PERSONALITY (Living Room): I am generally very shy and closed off, always making sure I avoid people. I stay away from large crowds because I’m a ball of anxiety (I get anxiety easy) and I get really nervous whenever someone approaches me, especially around guys like I usually won’t look at them in the eyes because I become a blushy mess and lose my words. I am also usually very quiet too and don’t talk a lot. 

However, when I talk to my close friends, I literally become Hinata (no joke). I get so hyped, energetic, cheerful, make my friends laugh, and help them a lot too. I am also very passionate about things. When I am suffering with a problem, I don’t like telling friends because I don’t wanna worry them because I feel bad. I end up telling my best friend (they are literally Kageyama to me LOL). I also apologize a lot if I felt I did something wrong and I am quite odd to my friends. I end up getting into playful banter with my close friends where I tease them with playful jokes. I am quite observant too since I don’t usually talk to people, so I notice things from afar. I can tell if a friend of mine has a slight change in their behavior and I will ask if they are ok to be sure. I am also very honest, straightforward and pretty blunt about things. 

Do not get me upset. It takes a lot for someone to make me upset and actually angry. The most I would get is being annoyed. However, if you managed to get me angry, I lose my temper and yell and my friends have mentioned it’s as if I would snap someone in two. I do curse like crazy so people get surprised since I am usually quiet. Again it is rare, but I’ve been told it’s scary when I get angry. I will eventually be alone to recharge and wouldn’t want anybody to talk to me. 

When it comes to relationships, I don’t have that much experience…I hate PDA so I’m really private. I’m actually afraid to love somebody because I’m afraid I won’t be good at all so if somebody was crushing on me and shows affection, I try to divert that attention to something else because I get shy and get so scared. Again it’s hard to look at someone I like in the eyes because I blush so much. It’s hard to show affection by words so I show it by actions like hugs. I would love to hold their hands, caressing them or squeezing them just to feel the comfort and warmth. I think I might be very tender and gentle but I think as I open up, I might get cheery and energetic but that’s a theory. I do try my best to make them happy even if it takes me a while to get comfortable and I’ll try to shower them with love by physical actions. Maybe I’ll draw for them too to make them happy…

I love art. I love to draw for my friends because I love seeing them get so excited for the finished product. I also love listening to music every day so when I’m alone and away from everyone, I just blast music through my headphones. I love gaming too so you’d find me playing the Switch!

I am a perfectionist, hardworking and always try my best even if I get put down. Sometimes I might overwork when it comes to drawing but that’s because I get so eager to improve every day. I also love to give support to my friends for their dreams and but I am not an optimist or pessimist, I am a realist. 

IN BEDROOM: Pretty much the same when it comes down to relationships. I get extremely flustered and shy about physical affection and worry if I’m not good at all. I might be a bottom aagdhhshdhsjdjd I just don’t see myself having confidence in these kinds of experiences. I would love if somebody was gentle and passionate with me tho…Since I don’t rly interact with people in the public, I think I might be touch starved so any physical affection might drive me crazy (in the good way). As flustered as I get, I am pretty dirty-minded. 

ZODIAC: Aries

THINGS I LOOK FOR IN A PARTNER: quiet, calm, observant, passionate, playful, a tease, cold yet caring, strong, emotional, empathetic, kind, understanding, respectful, and not afraid to speak their mind

HOGWARTS HOUSE: Gryffindor!!

FAV FOOD: I loveeee food. I am always hungry for food. I love spicy food especially. I love pasta/spaghetti, pizza, sushi, and I love chicken burgers

FUTURE PLANS/DREAMS: I just hope to be successful and actually feel happy. I hope I’ll land a good position for art like for animation or games (especially if it’s anime-related!) I’m not sure if I’ll find someone to settle down with but only time will tell. 

MUSIC TASTE: Rock, J-Rock, Future Funk, Lofi, and I adore anime and video game OST LOOKS: I’m smol like 5'3. I have light skin but not pale (it’s like Hinata’s) and I have red/brown hair and brown eyes. I also have little freckles on my cheeks I’m so sorry if it’s so much but maybe it helps ; __ ; Thank u for doing these and make sure to take breaks!!

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Hello and welcome, dear! This is wonderful - thank you for all the details, it gives me a lot to work with! ❤️ I’m so excited to get started with this. Let’s go to the living room! ٩(◕‿◕｡)۶

For you, I’ve invited over…

Kita Shinsuke! (Runner up: Sugawara Koushi)

Our lovely Inarizaki captain may come off as cold and stoic, but he’s really just unbothered my trivial things. He strives for improvement daily, and ensures he goes through the motions before reaching perfection.

- When you two first meet, I don’t think there will be a lot of interaction there - but when there is, it’s definitely more comfortable than it is awkward. Kita has the effect on people that makes them feel safe and secure, like all the pressures of life just disappear for a moment

- This is how your friendship starts. He proves himself more and more approachable by the day. You’re both straightforward and observant people, so you two would probably tag-team when interacting with other people. He’ll make you feel secure in the friendship despite his no-nonsense bluntness, while he appreciates that you aren’t a flashy person

- The fact that you’re a hardworking perfectionist helps him relate to you on a deeper level. He’d be so happy to find someone who understands this part of him

- He will probably make himself more present in your life by doing little things - helping you clean up after class, sending you tips on how to study for a subject you’re having trouble with, offering an ear for you to rant if he notices something’s off

- He does everything slowly and with very close precision, all in the hopes of you becoming more comfortable around him

- the man is near perfect, what more can I say 

- OF COURSE he succeeds. He’s Kita Shinsuke

- Don’t worry, he won’t be thrown off by your more playful side once it comes out. Kita most likely already got hints of your sunshine here and there while he was slowly gaining your trust

- Once he feels like it’s the perfect time, only THEN will he ask you out

- Let out your inner gremlin!!!!! He can 100% handle it, since he’s so used to the chaos of his team by now and he has somehow remained?? completely SANE?? what a man

- AND the difference is, he LIKES YOU!!!1!!!!!!!1!!

- He will adore all your little quirks, and may even participate in your playful banter

- Does not mind that you’re not into PDA. Hell, he might even be relieved–

- He’d notice how you try to divert affection, and will try to talk to you about it. You won’t have to say much, he’ll be able to tell from your body language that it’s because you’re anxious to love somebody, and will never take that against you

- Will work on trying to break through those walls, but wouldn’t ever force it

- Prepare for a beautiful domestic future 🥺🥺🥺 a simple life on a farm in the Japanese countryside with the man of your dreams?? You, an artist, and him, a farmer???? The absolute PUREST domestic dream 😭😭😭

~

You were sat in your worktable, sketching away the morning. A deadline was fast approaching, so you could hardly allow yourself to rest - so the first thing you did today, as with most days, was work. 

The art block hit a few days back. Your nights have recently been filled with drooping eyes paired with a throbbing headache, and they were now slowly eating up your mornings, too. You massaged your neck, sore from hunching over your desk so much - all you could at the moment was stare at the now blank sheet in front of you. You weren’t satisfied with any of the pieces you made, so you always ended up scrapping whatever it is that you were doing.

You were snapped out of your daze at the sound of the cuckoo clock. You noticed that you were gripping the pen a little too hard, causing some redness on your fingertips. A frustrated groan escaped you as your hands rubbed circles into your temples. The morning felt so dull.

The time read 7AM. Two hours on the desk and not a single thing, you thought to yourself. Like clockwork, you heard the door open and close as Kita came back from field work. He stopped in his tracks upon seeing you.

“You’re awake?” His tone was more concerned than surprised. He had witnessed your restlessness these past few days, doing whatever he can to ease your frustration a a little bit. This wasn’t anything new to him, seeing as you were both workaholics, but he couldn’t help but worry about how this deadline was treating you.

You managed a weak smile as you met his eyes. He looked pretty in the morning light - sweat trickling down his neck, some of his hair clinging to his forehead, lips slightly parted to allow better breathing. It was rare for you to see him like this since he usually gets up and finishes work before you get up. The sight comforted you a bit, as if the bleakness dissipated for a little while.

He walked over to the coffee machine to run it. “Still no luck?”

“I’ve been at it since 5AM.” You let out an exasperated sigh. “I woke up when you went out to work. I couldn’t go back to sleep thinking about it.”

He hummed in acknowledgment. The two of you stayed quiet for a while, with only the sounds of the coffee machine and birds chirping. The peacefulness almost sunk in until you were reminded of the stress looming over your head. You let out another sigh.

You were staring down the blank sheet again, sick of the emptiness it posed. With a pen in hand, you tried to mimic the motions of drawing strokes, hoping for a sudden burst of inspiration. Nothing. 

Kita laid a cup of coffee next to you. “You barely slept, y/n. At least eat a bit.” That elicited no response from you - all you could do was lean back in your chair, feet put up onto the seat.

Your boyfriend placed his finger under your chin, making you look up at him standing next to you. “Y/n.” 

He examined your expression - you were so tired; redness peaked from the corners of your eyes, and your lips were almost pale. “You need food in your system, y/n.”

“I don’t have time to eat, Shin, this is–”

“Food is what the brain runs on. Even a child knows that,” he teased as he pulled you on your feet and led you to the kitchen table, “Eat.”

You had no choice but to oblige. You plucked a banana from its bunch, munching away while Shin scrambled some eggs. Before you knew it, a breakfast was spread out in front of you. The brown-eyed boy pressed a kiss at the top of your head as you praised him. “I don’t deserve you,” you said with a smile.

“It’s just breakfast,” he chuckled, “and you do deserve me. You deserve the world.”

The world suddenly felt full of color again, and you were ready to face the dreary white that’s been mocking you the whole week.

~

I hope that was alright with you, dear! Let’s head over to the bedroom ٩(◕‿◕｡)۶

Look who’s here for some alone time!

Semi Eita! (Runner up: Kageyama Tobio)

One of the prettiest setters to date, Semi here has his moments of sincerity despite the scary attitude he puts up. He comes off as a domineering personality, but I feel like in the bedroom, he’d be incredibly tender.

- Don’t believe the mask he puts up. Semi bb is a big softie for his s/o!!!!! CHANGE MY MIND

- In the bedroom, you well-being would be TOP priority - he would constantly ask you if this or that is okay, and make sure your comfortable with whatever the two of you are doing

- Your first time would be SO intimate: if you planned it beforehand, he’d go as far as laying out candles, setting up a fragrance to fill the room, and maybe even laying out roses; if it isn’t planned, he’d hold you close the whole time, and won’t really get rough with how he handles you

- Has enough confidence to take the lead. He’s pretty self-assured, and this will really translate in the bedroom

- Knows where to touch you and is gentle about it, making sure to test things out first before going at it

- When he gets to know your more dirty side, that’s when he brings up stuff he’d like to try out. Try surprising him every now and then by telling him you want to try something new ( 　･ิω･ิ)

- Oh, his moans. SO GOOD. They’re soft, but so raw, and it would almost sound melodic. Would also chant your name a lot

- I can’t imagine him being loud in the bedroom, but he’d definitely be into dirty talk - I imagine it’s one of his top kinks - more praising than degrading

- He’s also into choking, unless you’re not comfortable with it, then for sure, he wouldn’t force it on you 

- MAKES THE PRETTIEST O FACES. WHAT I’D GIVE TO SEE IT

- Would lay on top of you (or under, whichever position you were in) for a while before aftercare. He wants some time to hold you while winding down

- Aftercare would be quick but careful - he wants to ensure that he’s got everything covered

- The epitome of Making Love, as opposed to simply “having sex”

~

Sorry for the long wait, darling! I hope you enjoyed all of that, and thank you so much for your patience. Feel free to pay me another visit, or just sit and chat with me anytime :D

Thanks for stopping by! (ﾉ´ヮ`)ﾉ*: ･ﾟ

[topherfoxtrot]

One day in the simple life of Jack Daniels.

This is the next installment in what I'm calling the Springville AU. You can read the first part here but basically John and Olivia move to the countryside with new identities post tfatws. This was written before the finale so nothing that happens there affect this fic. As always like comment and share if you want more people to read it. Hope you enjoy :)

John and Olivia woke up with the alarm clock at 7am. Olivia was the one to turn it off because it was at her side of the room. She sat in the bed and stretched without opening her eyes entirely quite yet. John's big hands crossed her back and neck swiftly. Olivia has no choice besides falling back into bed.

"Good morning." John whispered right next to her ear.

"Waking up in a good mood?"

"It's been a while huh?"

They both laughed.

"Stay here." John pleaded.

Olivia smiled and pressed herself against John before letting go and getting up for once.

"You know I can't. Otherwise how are the kids going to understand Romeo and Juliet?"

"That's the play of the week?"

"Of the month!" Olivia laughed "There's no way they could read all those pages in seven days."

"If they attended to school on our days they would be obliterated."

"Okay boomer." Olivia shrugged.

"What?"

"The kids taught me that."

"What does it mean?" John was embarrassed but curious.

"Well, I guess you'll have to Google it to find out."

Olivia left the room with a proud smile on her face before John could say anything else. He laid his head again and took a deep breath. I love this woman, he muttered to himself before getting up.

Their house was small. Without the veteran benefits and Olivia's paycheck there wasn't anything fancy they could afford. Still, the house was cozy enough. And the thermoregulator worked out just fine, most of the time.

While Olivia was taking a shower John started preparing breakfast like the usually did. That way Olivia could get at school on time. He put the bread in the toaster and broke four eggs, two for each of them. They used to have bacon as well, but not on those trying times. Thinking about it made John angry. He was the only person to receive three medals of honor for his services in all american history. Yet there he was not having bacon for breakfast because it was too damn expansive.

The toaster sound interrupted his thoughts before they could get any worse, but the handle of the pan still got a little crooked because of the strength John applied on it unconsciously. It has been a couple months since he got the serum but sometimes it was still hard to control his own strength.

At least it was just a pan this time. Couples weeks prior he grabbed Olivia way too hard during sex. She warned him before any damage could be done but since then John has been extra cautious around her. Every little thing in his routine was a reminder he took the serum. A reminder he couldn't save Lemar. A reminder he was not the hero they wanted him to be. It's all so unfair, he said out loud without realizing it.

"What is unfair Johnny?" Olivia came from their room all dressed up already. Her shirt was red and her scarf was brown. The overall was by the door, near the photographs they kept from their previous lives.

"What? Oh nothing! I was just... thinking out loud."

While Olivia was distracted getting the breads, John untwisted the handle of the fan. He then served her the eggs.

"Those look good! But what were you thinking about?"

"About how pretty my wife is!" John sat by the small table.

Olivia's smile was short. She quickly shifted to a serious and worried face.

"You can talk to me John. In fact, you have to." She was kind but firm.

John took a deep breath, "I know, I'm sorry. it's unfair how it all turned out. I did my best, you know I did-"

"I know that!" Olivia reassured.

"...and still it wasn't enough for them. They don't know what it takes to be a hero, Olivia."

"That's all in the past. We are different people now. Okay, Jack?" She winked at him.

"Oh yeah! That's right Maria!"

They both laughed.

"You're the real hero here." John said, "Thank you for staying on my side."

Olivia smiled from ear to ear and they both finished their breakfast in a good tone. When Olivia got up John walked with her. She entered their car and John stayed at the door while she drove away. The air was cold and the snow was still shy, but not for long.

There was nothing on their front yard except grass. There was a rod on the wall near the door but there was not flag on it. When they moved in John tored the flag to shreds. Afterwards they made a fire with it. It was really cathartic.

John breathed the cold air one last time before getting in and closing the door. He took a cold shower (the only one he knew how to take) and did the dishes from last night. With Olivia working at the school he was responsable for most house chores. He didn't like the idea of being alone the whole day at the beginning, but he had to get used to it eventually. Someone had to work and John's set of military skills proved to be quite useless in the countryside small town they scaped to.

He tried construction for a while but he would twist metals and break woods with his bare hands more often then he would like to admit. Besides even though he had a thick beard now he was still scared someone would recognize him. Recognize Captain America.

He left the job, he and Olivia had a big fight that night. In the midst of his own shame and self loathe though John figured there was indeed something he was good at: welding. And with his super strength it was even easier to handle the right tools. John worked the whole night and by the morning when Olivia woke up she met John sleeping in the spare room (the one for the kid they never had) with a heart shaped welding sculpture on his arms. Since that night John has found a new passion and income. The word spread fast that Jack Daniels, the newcomer, was a really skilled artist. He started doing pieces by demand.

***

After the shower John dressed casual clothes and went to his work room. There were still some leftovers from last night so he could work a little more instead of cooking lunch. The heart sculpture was on the wall right next to the clock. John worked until 1 pm. After lunch he did some laundry before someone knocked at the door.

"Are you Mr Daniels?" The old man asked.

"Just call me Jack, please. How can I help you sir?"

"Oh nothing special!" he made effort to talk "My boy is coming back from his first tour and I wanted to give him something y'know 'to thank him for his service', as they say."

John's face went completely blank while the man got a cellphone from his pocket to show a reference photo of what he wanted: a worm carrying a bazooka.

"First tour, you say..?" John's voice cracked.

"Yes, he went to Afghanistan!"

John swallowed and blinked more times then he should. The cold breeze from outside made his bones shiver but he stayed still as if he was actually frozen. Not by the cold though but by his own memories. After what seemed like an eternity's the old man spoke again.

"Are you okay Mr Daniels?"

"Jack!" John blinked, "Call me Jack. And please get in it's super cold outside! What's your name again?"

"It's David!"

John offered a cup of coffee to the old man and took him to his work room. David looked at all of John's previous works fascinated.

"You really know your way around welding. When did you start with it?"

"My father taught me. It was the last thing he taught me in fact."

"Oh I'm sorry."

"Don't be." John smiled politely "That was a lifetime ago."

Speaking about his life before Springville was starting to feel weird. John Walker was starting to feel like a whole different person. And Captain America was somehow an even older memory. John used to spend his days surrounded by men and women in unforms. They spoke loud and smiled bright. Jack on the other hand spends his days welting metal around and taking care of the house.

The change was abrupt but John was getting used to it. Now he wonders if forgetting his old life isn't actually a good thing. Maybe that was the problem in the first place. In Springville John gets to spend time home with his wife. John gets to wake up late if so he pleases. John gets to breath for once.

David and John talked for a while to set prices and sizes and deadlines. Once they were finished John walked David out. When the old man finally left John sighed really loud and pressed his head softly against the door. He had being holding that breath even since David entered the house.

John was done with the military (or rather the military were done with him) and even though he had some peace at his new home the world outside was still spinning. And young boys with no perspective were still being sent to fight someone else's wars. John used to take such proud of his service. How could he?

***

When Olivia got home from work John was at his room. The work was a good distraction.

"A lot of work?" Olivia leaned at the door.

"Hi, babe. Yeah an old man came here earlier. Requested a piece for his son."

"That's great! What did he order?"

"A video game thing. His son.... He's coming back, y'know.. from his first tour. They sent him to Afghanistan."

"Oh my gosh John." She got closer to him, "How are you feeling?"

John just shrugged, "Do you mind making dinner tonight? I'm kind of busy here." That was code for 'I don't wanna talk right now'.

"Yeah, of course. I'll let you work."

Olivia kissed her husband and left to take a shower. Dinner was served at seven. They both sat at the small table while the television showed the news. When Captain America Sam Wilson showed up Olivia quickly grabbed the remote to change channels, but John slightly hold her hand.

"Leave it." He said. And she did.

Sam was visiting a highschool. The kids were all really excited to meet him personally. There were lots of selfies and lots of laughter. Sam was simply the life of any party he was in.

"He's a hero." John said.

"He really is." Olivia agreed, carefully studying John's face.

He looked at the television for a while before getting back to his dinner. A good hero, he repeated to himself as an effort to let that sink. Olivia touched his hand kind of worried.

"Are you okay?"

"Yes, yes I'm alright, Olivia." He smiled to make her feel better, "I've been thinking. Sam is with them, but he's them. He can inspire kids without making them do the same mistakes I did."

"It's a good way of looking at it, John."

"Thanks. I was the hero they asked for but maybe wasn't the hero they-" he pointed at the kids on the TV, "...the hero they need."

Olivia smiled and grabbed John's hand. "I'm really proud of you."

"I'm proud of us!" John replied, their fingers intertwined.

They finished dinner and went to sleep. Tomorrow would be another day in simple life of Jack and Maria Daniels. And they were both really greatful for it.

[vampire03]

Diabolik lovers x Danganronpa AU (part 1)

Hi guys! I watched Danganronpa for the first time two weeks ago and I really liked it! I hope I got the conception right, because I think Diabolik lovers x Danganronpa will be a cool combination. Hope you enjoy it! TW for these shole series. They are reaaaaaly bloody!

"Hope's peak Academy" - a place where the best of the best study. Only ultimate students are accepted here - such who are better than anyone in something, whether it is dancing, maths, games, sports or something else, they were ultimate.

And then there was Y/N - an ordinary girl who always thought she had no special talent and just blended with the crowd. But one day she got a letter from "Hope's Peak academy" which said that she has been randomly choosen and accepted in the academy as the "Ultimate lucky student". Seriously, she couldn't believe her luck.

And this is how it started.

Y/N was standing in front of the academy, admiring how beautiful the building looked. She entered inside, waiting for her new classmates from class 79-B to gather up in the main hall for the first day at school.

While waiting, she was getting more and more anxious - she was going to be in a class with amazing people who were talented in sports, arts, studies etc. And she had no talent at all. Would she be able to fit?

Suddenly, she got dizzy and everything became dark.

When Y/N woke up, she was lying on a desk in a classroom. A classroom... with baricaded windows? With iron plates? What on Earth?!

Y/N looked around and saw a note, that was adressed to her, saying that she has to be in the school gymnasium at 8 o'clock. When she looked at the clock on the wall, it was exactly 8 o'clock.

"Uuuuu, I gotta hurry!" Rushed Y/N and as if by intinct she knew hwere to go and reached the gymnasium, where she saw 15 people waiting for her.

"I-I'm sorry I'm late! I somehow fainted and just woke up a minute ago!"

"Do not worry, you are just on time!" said a short girl with long brown hair and brown eyes.

"Hello, I am Luna Sakamaki! The Ultimate artist here!"

"H-hi!" cheerfully answered Y/N.

"Fufufu, another Bitch-chan! Things get better and better!" playfully said a tall boy with red hair and stunning green eyes. He was wearing a fedora and had a mole on his chin.

"It's a pleasure to meet you, nfu! I am Laito Sakamaki! The Ultimate male model! You have probably seen me on tons of magazins, haven't you?"

"S-sure..." Y/N nodded. He had somehow a different aura in real life...

"Why are we still here? Teddy and I are already bored!" Said a short boy with purple hair and eyes, in a really irritated tone.

"Hello, what's your na-

"WHO ALLOWED YOU TO SPEAK TO ME AND TEDDY?!?" The boy snapped. He looked kinda... psychic... He had that... weird look... combined with those bags under his eyes... Y/N decided it would be better if she didn't interact with him that much...

"Please forgive for the foolishness of my brother. His name is Kanato Sakamaki and he is the Ultimate doll-maker. As for me, I am Reiji Sakamaki, the Ultimate scientist." Calmly said a tall young man with black hair and red eyes. He was wearing glasses and looked very, very formal.

"Oi, oi, oi, OI! Oresama should introduce himself first!" A boy with red hair and green eyes approached. His clothes were a little messy.

"I am Ayato Sakamaki. But it's Oresama or Yours Truly for you!"

"Shut up already! I want to go home already!" An albino boy shouted angrily as he punched the wall, leaving a hole in it.

"Subaru-kun... You don't have to break t-the wall!" Squealed a blonde girl with pink eyes.

"And you two are...?"

"Oh, I am Yui Komori, the Ultimate assistant, and this is Subaru Sakamaki, the Ultimate fighter" answered the girl.

"I suppose we will have to introduce ourselves as as well, we are the Mukami brothers - I, Ruki, the Ultimate butler, Kou the Ultimate idol, Yuma, the Ultimate gardener and Azusa, the Ultimate doctor." A boy with dark grey hair and blue eyes said as he gestured towards his brothers - one blond boy (Kou) , one very tall boy (Yuma) and one very thin and unhealthy looking boy (Azusa).

"Hi!" They said together.

"You worthless vampires, you should have let us introduse ourselves first!" Said in a deep voice a young man with golden eyes and long white hair. He looked like a royal. "I am Carla Tsukinami, the Ultimate leader, you better remember that, woman."

"Yeah! And I am his brother, Shin Tsukinami!" Shouted a boy with golden eyes and peach hair. "And also, I am the Ultimate animal-trainer!"

"Yo, little princess! You should know that I am the Great Kino-Sama! Stop talking to these guys!" Demanded a boy with black hair and red eyes. He was holding a videogame in his hand. Yep. The Ultimate gamer.

"Ha... Bothersome..." Lazily said a tall blonde guy, who was lying on the floor in the corner.

"And this eyesore is Shu Sakamaki - the Ultimate violinist" said Reiji with annoyance.

"So you guys, uhhmm-

Y/N started, but was interrupted by a weird echoing voice:

"Pufufufu! Welcome, dear students, I am Monokuma, the Principal of this school! Congratulations for being accepted here! You already got to know each other, now it is time for the rules!" Said a tiny robotic bear - half white and half black. He had one normal and one red eye. And he. Was. Talking.

"I said quit this crap already! Who is pulling off this prank! First we lose conciousness, then we are locked here, and now a bear is talking and saying that he is the Principal!" Raged Subaru.

"I am not just a bear! I am a masterpiece! Now. Listen to the rules, children... Because you are going to follow them for the rest of your lives here, pufufu!" Mockingly said the bear.

"For the rest of our lives here?" asked Luna.

"That's right! This school is your new home forever! None of you will be getting out in this awful hopeless world again and you will live in harmony, following the rules!" Explained the bear.

"Is this why there are iron plates on all if the windows?" asked Yui.

"That's right! No peeking outside!" Laughed Monokuma.

"Oi, I said stop with this bullshit and let's get ove with this!" Shouted Subaru, as he ran towards Monokuma and punched him.

"OWWW, VIOLATIONS OF THE SCHOOL RULES, AGRESSION TOWARDS THE PRINCIPAL, YOU WILL BE THE FIRST PUNISHED!" Cried the bear. His red eye started glowing in a creepy way.

"Subaru, trow the bear far away, quickly!" Suddenly said Reiji.

In a rush Subaru trew the bear and it exploded in the air.

"Dude, these guys ain't joking!" Hissed Yuma.

"WHAT THE FUCK?!" Subaru shouted.

"Pfuffufufu!" Monokuma's voice was head again, as he appeared out of nowhere again, without a single scratch.

"You see? This was an example of what happens to those who break the rules here, fufufu! Now let me introduce you to the rules, so you can follow them without a problem from now on!"

"So you are saying that you will keep us locked here forever and we will have to live according to your rules, otherwise you will kill us?" Asked Ruki.

"Bullseye!"

"It can't be, this thing is actually real, at the same time it is not... What is it then...? auietly asked himelf Kou, as he held his hand on his eyes.

"That iss up to you to find out! Now finally, the rules. As you already know, you are going to live here forever. In peace and harmony, with endless food and water supplies. You willhave your own separate rooms with bathrooms inside! Girls' bathrooms have a bonus - they have locks! Each one of you has a special E-Handbook, which shows you your student profile and allows you access to different areas! These will be your student ID cards so do not lose them and do not try to destroy them! Also, the time between 10pm and 7am is called "Night hours". During that time it is forbidden to sleep somewhere else, but your room! I will make sure to inform you when Night hours begin and end!" Happily explained Monokuma.

"So you are saying that we are just going to get up, eat, walk around this place all day and then go to bed again? For the rest of our lives? There is gotta be a way outta here!" Said Ayato.

"Puhuhu... There actually is! In order to keep the harmony, students who dissrupt it, have to leave the school, right? We call it "graduation". And is there a better way to ruin the harmony than killing someone? Of course not! If one of you kills someone else withhout the others finding out who the murderer is, the murderer successfully graduates and is free to go and the others are punished for their wrong assumptions!" Monokuma said.

"P-punished? How?" Asked Y/N

"How, you ask? By being executed, of course!" The bear answered.

"EXECUTED?!" Everyone asked in horror.

"Puhuhu, yes. However, if the murderer is exposed by the other students, they get to live and the murderer is the only one to be executed, failing to graduate. Interesting, right?" Mocked Monokuma.

"No, this has to be a joke!" Y/N said, shivering.

"But it isn't! Now you are free to go and look around your new home! Remember that soon the Night hours will begin. Have fuuun!" Happily said Monokuma and suddenly dissapeared the way he appeared.

"Man..." Yuma said, scratching the back of his neck. "This is sick! And my phone is missing."

"Ours too..." replied everyone in unison.

"And not only that... Seems we are being watched 24/7..." said Kou, pointing at a camera in the corner. And another one near the door. And another one in the hallway...

"Well, since we have nothing to say to each other, let's all go around and look for a way out of the school". demanded Carla.

"Good" agreed Reiji. "Let's meet here again after an hour."

Everyone went their own way around the school.

Y/N reached the cafeteria where she saw that there really are tons of food and drinks, enough for everyone. She also found the Infirmary where there were a few nice beds, some medications and blood supplies. Then she found herself in a hallway with a lot of doors. The had locks and labels with different names. Yes, these were the students' rooms! So Y/N's room had to be somewhere here as well! In the end of the hallway, she indeed found a room with her name written on the door and a picture of her on ut as well. She found ther E-Handbook in her pocket and a pair of keys as well.

"One for the room and one for the bathroom, I assume." mumbled Y/N to herself as she indeed unlocked the room with one of the keys.

It was a nice spacious room. Of course, the windows had iron plates on them. A camera in the corner as well. There was a nice bed, a table and a chair, a wardrobe and the bathroom as well. Y/N remembered that she had to meet with the others soon, so she headed back to the gymnasium.

Everyone was gathering there again, looking dissapointed.

"We found no way out if here..." proclaimed Reiji. Ayato, Kanato, Laito and Subaru nodded, agreeing with their brother.

"Same for us. We circled around the whole area and found no other way out, but a starcase to a secound floor I persume. However, there was a barrier, so we could not reach it" Ruki said. Yuma, Kou and Azusa beside him.

"We also did not discover something to help us out." said Carla in a dissapointed voice. Shin nodded, mumbling to himself.

"Pain in the ass..." huffed Subaru.

Yui, Luna, and Y/N did not say a word. The only ones who were missing here were Shu and Kino. Where were they?

"Attention, students! It is 10pm! Night hours begin!" Monokuma's voice could be heard from everywhere.

"So soon?" Yui asked.

"Well, I guess we will have to go in our own rooms for now, see you guys tomorrow! Maybe the next day we will have a fresh start and will be more successful in finding a way out! Goodnight!" wave Luna at everyone as she left. The others left as well.

Y/N got back to her room. As she was about to get in bed, she found a note on the table which said:

"There are little gifts for you all under your beds! Sewing kits for the girls and tool kits for the boys! Use them creatively!

- Monokuma"

Y/N ripped the note to pieces and trew it in the trash bin. She checked under the the bed and indeed found a sewing kit there. There were diferent needles and scissors inside. And a little piece of paper with a plan of a human body, with all of it's weak spots marked on it. Y/N felt sick.

"I better go to bed... It will be troublesome if I am all sleepy yomorrow morning...I hope we will find a way out of here.." saind Y/N to herslef and she got under the blanket and turned her back to the camera. There was no way someone could sleep normaly while there is a camera at their face, right?

Phew! This is one of the longest things I have written! I hope you guys liked it and there are no mistakes. I wonder, when the bloody scenes come, should I try making pictures of them with the Diaboys, the way it is in Danganronpa? It will be cool, but it will take some time! You decide!

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[apriorisea]

“One Year” You x Hoseok

“Hello?”      “Hi, angel.”       Smiling faintly to yourself, you cradle the phone between your ear and shoulder and get up from the table, moving to the cupboard where you stored the plastic containers. “Hey, baby.” You get a few of the containers and take them back to the table you had set for two, carefully moving the contents of one of the plates into the containers.        “I’m so sorry, angel, but I’m not going to make it for dinner tonight,” Hoseok says quietly, and in those words you hear all the exhaustion, disappointment, and guilt that he’s carrying.       “It’s okay,” you reassure; you had known from the very moment he called you that the dinner plans would have to change. “Are you doing okay?”      He exhales heavily over the phone. “Yes. Just...tired. I thought I’d be able to make it home by now, but we’re running later than expected. I’m so sorry.”      “Hobi, stop,” you instruct, fitting the lid over the container and taking the phone back in hand. “It’s okay. Are you guys going to eat something there?”      “I’m not sure...” he sounds distracted.      You smile again. “Make sure someone orders something, okay? You need to eat.”       “Okay,” he agrees easily. “I’m sorry, angel. I don’t know when I’ll be home, so...”      “I won’t wait up,” you tease. “Just kiss me when you get in, right?”      He chuckles. “Yes, ma’am. Oh---and we’re leaving at 8:30 tomorrow, right? Or do we need to go earlier?”      “Oh.” You’re caught off guard by the sudden change of topic. “Y-yeah. That was the original plan. But, baby, if you’re too tired we can change it. And if you’re too busy, it’s okay, you don’t have to go.”      “I’m going.” He sounds vaguely offended. “I’ll be ready by 8:15!”       You smile. “Okay.”      “I love you, angel. I need to go now,” he sighs.       “I know. Have a good rehearsal. Tell the guys I say hi.”      He laughs again. “I will.”      “Love you, my hope. Be safe.”     “I love you the most!”       The call ends and you pull the phone away from your ear, your gaze unfocusing slightly as you think about tomorrow. The truth is you didn’t really want to go without him, but if he stayed too late at work tonight, it wouldn’t really be fair to force him to go....      Your phone buzzes at that moment and you look down to find a text from him: I love you more than anything, angel. Goodnight! <3      The smile that crosses your face is huge, and you’re transported back to the moment a week ago when you’d first approached the topic, right here at the kitchen table.       “So I know you’re busy,” you finish, fidgeting with your chopsticks. “But....I was just....if you had time and you wanted to, I thought you’d like to come with me?” When he doesn’t answer for a moment, you feel your heart start to sink and look up at him, a negation already on your tongue, but when you see his face, you stop.       Tears shining in his eyes, Hoseok reaches for your hand, tugging on it gently until you get up from your chair and cross to where he sits. He pulls you into his lap, his face serious. “Of course, I’ll go with you, angel.” He brings your hand up to his lips, kissing the back of it gently.      “Are--are you sure?” you ask, feeling tears fill your own eyes as you look at him. “I know you’ve got a lot going on at work right now, and it’s not a big deal, so---”      “Yes, it is,” he interrupts you quietly. “Baby, I can’t even tell you how honored I am that you’re asking me to come with you. I’ll be there. I promise.”       The first tear slips down your cheek, and you duck to hide your face in the crook of his neck. He wraps his arms around you, and you feel him kiss your shoulder.       “Thank you,” you manage after a while, pulling back to look at him. The sight of the two of you in matching tears makes you laugh a little and you reach to cradle his face in your hands. “That means a lot, my hope.” You lean down and kiss him once.      When you break away, he shakes his head seriously. “Thank you for asking me, angel. It means the world.”       Laughing a little at the tears the memory brought with it, you finish eating your dinner alone, then tidy up the kitchen and head to the bedroom. Standing in your guys’ shared walk-in closet, you pull up the weather app on your phone and enter the cemetery’s location: tomorrow morning would be brisk, but not devastatingly cold, a perfect match for the outfit you had planned already. You pull the pieces together, setting them aside for the next morning; the last thing you add is the delicate gold chain necklace he had given you for the last Christmas you’d spent together. There. Perfect. Taking one last look at it, you turn off the lights and shut the closet door carefully behind you.       You change into your favorite pajamas, wash your face, brush your teeth, comb your hair, apply all the lotions and serums, and climb into bed. You immediately miss having Hoseok next to you, but you bravely put that aside, knowing he’d be home soon enough. Grabbing your Kindle, you read until your eyelids grow heavy, then finish your pre-bedtime routine by plugging in your phone and turning on the correct alarm for the next morning. Before you reach to turn out the lamp, your gaze goes to the picture on your nightstand.       Smiling sadly, you whisper, “See you tomorrow, daddy. Love you.” You turn out the light and snuggle into bed. 

     Hoseok gets home around 1am, but you’re in too deep a sleep to feel him softly kiss your forehead, so the next thing you know, someone’s alarm is ringing at 7am.       Groaning, you roll over and look at your clock: you’d carefully set it for 7:30, what was its problem??      “Sorry, sorry, sorry, angel,” you hear a familiar, sleepy voice say behind you. The alarm shuts off and you feel his arms wrap around you. “I didn’t mean to wake you up so early”      You relax immediately. “Good morning, Hobi,” you say, turning to kiss his arm. “What time did you get in?”      “Not too late,” he lies easily. “But I didn’t want to shower last night, so I set my alarm for 7.”     “Ah,” you nod with a smile. “I wondered if my alarm clock had gone rogue or something.”     His soft laugh tickles your neck. “Nope, no killer alarm clock. Just me.”       Twisting in his arms, you roll over to look at him. “You look tired, baby,” you say quietly. “It really is okay if you want to sleep in today instead.”      He leans down to kiss the tip of your nose. “I can’t believe how hard you’re trying to get rid of me...”      “Never!” you gasp, faux-offended. “I just want you to do what’s best for you.”     Smiling, he kisses you more seriously. “I am, angel. Now, let me go shower! We leave at 8:30 sharp!”      You’re not exactly sure how, but you end up ready way before him, scrolling mindlessly through your phone on the couch in the living room while you wait.      Still, it’s exactly 8:15 when you hear him say, “All right, angel, I’m ready!”     Looking up, you’re surprised to see him dressed in a nice, dark suit, his hair perfectly done; he looked carpet-ready, not graveyard-visit-ready. “Wow.” You can’t help but stare. “You...you really dressed up.”     He grins, the sun shining through his smile. “Of course!”      “....Why?”      Crossing to where you sit, he extends his hands, pulling you carefully to your feet. When you’re up, he leans in to kiss you. “Because, babydoll, it’s important to make a good first impression!” His gaze drifts to your gold necklace and he releases you in order to reach out and fix the chain, resettling the clasp at the back of your neck. “You look beautiful, by the way.”     You have to take a second, already choked up a little. “F-first impression?” you repeat to buy yourself time.     Giving a little sympathetic hum, he reaches up to take your face gently in his hands, using his thumbs to carefully brush away your tears, making sure not to mess up your make-up. “Yes. Do I look okay for a good first impression??”     Still not trusting yourself to speak, you nod wordlessly as you process his meaning. You had met Hoseok 23 days after your dad had passed away. You knew this stat perfectly, because it had been 23 days since you’d been able to really smile, and from the moment you’d met him, things had felt lighter, easier, happier. He’d never met your father, but he had immediately become your greatest source of strength, your rock to rely on in the hard times that had followed. It was macabre, maybe, but somehow it felt right that the two of you would celebrate this anniversary first, followed 23 days later by your own 1 year anniversary.      Unable to contain your gratitude, you wait until he releases you and then wrap your arms around his waist, holding him tight. “You’re going to make a great first impression,” you reassure him. “He would have loved you, Hoseok. I know he would’ve.” You feel him kiss the top of your head.       “Really?”      You’re touched at the sincerity in his question. “Yes,” you say firmly, pulling away. You cup the side of his face. “Absolutely. In fact, he definitely would have made lots of stupid jokes about how he loves you more than I love you. Which, by the way, is pretty much impossible.”      He’s smiling again, and the warmth of it touches every corner of your soul. “I love you,” he can’t help but say.      “I love you more.” You glance at the time. “8:30. Ready?”      Slipping his hand into yours, he gives it a quick squeeze and nods. “Let’s go.”      As he’s helping you into the passenger seat, a thoughtful expression crosses his face. You smile at him before he can close the door. “What is it?”      “Well...I was going to say, it’s true for me, too.”      “What is?”       “I love you more than anyone else ever has,” he says, the truth as simple and easy as breathing for him. “But.....then I wondered if that was, maybe...disrespectful?”      Your smile grows wider and your heart grows two sizes. “Not at all,” you reassure him. “Like I said, dad would’ve loved you.”      Relieved, he bends down to kiss you one last time. “All right. I’m ready.”      As he closes the door and makes his way around the front of the car, your hand wanders to the locket hanging from your necklace. Holding it tight, you say to yourself, “He’s a good one, right, dad? I’m glad you’ll finally get to meet him.”       You keep one hand on the locket as your boyfriend starts the car and reaches automatically for your free hand. Yep. He’s a good one. 

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F*ck Cancer- Ch 7: The Good With The Bad

SERIES MASTERLIST - CHAPTER ONE - CHAPTER TWO - CHAPTER THREE - CHAPTER FOUR - CHAPTER FIVE - CHAPTER SIX - CHAPTER EIGHT (coming soon)

Summary: Life has a funny way of balancing things out. Massive highs one minute, massive lows the next...

Genre: Angst, fluff

Characters: Sam x Reader, Dean x Platonic!Reader*, Bobby x Platonic!Reader *For the Dean ladies/lads: it may not be romantic between him and the reader, but it’s a very close brotherly/sisterly relationship and I still think y’all will really enjoy it :)

Words: 2756

Warnings: At least one f-bomb. Nothing else I can think of though.

A/N: This is the second to last chapter guys, we’re nearing the end game. If you love the story but haven’t shared this with me, now’s the time ;) Part 8 is ready to go, I will post it in the next day or two.

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The smell of freshly ground coffee grinds woke you from your slumber, and you stretched your body across the king mattress once you realised Sam had vacated his spot next to you. The sunshine was only just peeking through the thick blinds in the hotel room, and a glance at the clock showed it was just after 7am. You tested your legs, rolling your ankles around first and then trying to lift them. Weak, but usable you hoped. The real test would be putting weight on them of course, though you were certain Sam would come in any moment with your coffee.

And sure enough he joined you moments later, the paper under his arm and a couple of biscuits in his mouth while he carried the coffees to the bed. You grinned broadly when you saw him, and he too smiled in response.

“Hey my princess,” he greeted you, setting the coffee and biscuits down before leaning over to kiss you.

“Lame,” you told him with a wink. “I loved it.”

He laughed and sat down next to you, pulling you into his chest and embracing you as he laid you both back onto the pillows.

“How’s the legs this morning?” he asked, trying not to sound too disheartened.

“OK I think,” you shrugged. “I have a bit more movement than yesterday so that’s good. Maybe sex is the cure?”

“Ha,” Sam huffed. “Maybe we should call your doctor, suggest they do some studies.”

“Dean would volunteer for the trials, no question.”

You both laughed, and Sam handed your coffee and biscuit over while he opened the paper.

“So Dean and Bobby are going to join us for breakfast if that’s ok.” Sam said. “The buffet downstairs is supposed to be amazing.”

“Sounds awesome,” you told him with a grin, already excited to have all your boys together again even if it had only been 12hrs since you’d been apart. You knew that soon you’d be saying goodbye to Bobby, and you knew in your heart that it would be for the last time. So anytime you could spend with him was not worth wasting.

Soon enough you were both dressed and ready to head down. While you had been capable of showering yourself, Sam of course insisted it would be safer to do so together. Walking was significantly easier than the day before, but you still needed to let Sam take some of your weight. Which felt ridiculous given how much weight you’d lost in the last few months. You found yourself wondering more than once how skin and bone could be so damn heavy.

You stepped into the elevator with Sam, arm in arm, and as the doors closed a woman called out from the hallway. You quickly hit the ‘open’ button just in time and she darted in, letting the doors close on their own.

“Thank you so much,” she told you, and gave you a smile.

Sam’s grip on you tightened, and you felt your heart rate increase ten-fold. Your legs started to feel like jelly again but for an entirely different reason than the rock in your brain.

“N-no problem Ms. Lawrence,” you stammered, staring wide eyed at Sam as you both shared your shock at the fact you were sharing an elevator with Jennifer Lawrence.

“Oh you’re so sweet,” she told you. “You can call me Jennifer. What’s your name?”

You tried to muster up the confidence to speak again but your mouth suddenly felt dry, and Sam jumped in.

“I’m Sam, and this is my new wife Y/N,” he told her. “Sorry, she’s a little overwhelmed to meet you I think, she’s a big fan.”

“Oh sweety,” she giggled, giving you a tight hug. You wrapped your arms around her and laughed in disbelief. “Congratulations, you two are an adorable couple.”

“You’ll have to forgive us, it’s just that we’ve been working through my wife’s bucket list and you’re-”

You pulled away from her blushing, and kicked him on the ankle. “Sam don’t…”

“No wait, you’re- are you ill?” Jennifer asked you with a frown.

You nodded with a sigh. “Shit, yer, I’m sorry, he shouldn’t have told you. I er- I have a few weeks left, and meeting you happens to be on my list of things to do. It’s kinda wild that this is happening right now to be honest.”

“No no, it’s fine. Can I- well, would you like a picture perhaps? Do you have a camera with you? It’s the least I could do,” she asked you with wide eyes, obviously keen to do something for you.

“We would be so grateful, thank you,” Sam answered, linking his arm back through yours and squeezing your hand. “My brother and uncle will be waiting downstairs, maybe they could take it for us.”

“Sounds perfect,” she replied with a wide smile.

The elevator came to a stop and the doors opened, and stepping off you immediately spotted Dean and Bobby waiting the entrance. You called out, and as Dean turned his eyes fell onto Jennifer and practically burst out of his head. Sam guided you over to them with her in tow, and you smiled broadly at Dean as his eyes quietly begged you for an explanation.

“Hi, h-hello,” he stammered as you approached, holding out his hand to shake Jennifer’s which she did without hesitation. “Wow this is, wow. You’re here, in this hotel. With my brother and Y/N. Well, not with them obviously but-”

“DEAN! Sweety,” you interrupted quickly. “Would you like to be in a photo with us? Bobby could take the picture I’m sure.”

You knew how much Dean liked her, so his expression when you asked him to be in it was more than you could have ever hoped for. This photo wasn’t for you, you’d get to see it for all of a few weeks. You wanted Dean and Sam to share this memory though, and you fully intended to have it blown up and framed before you died.

Everyone shuffled in together, Dean on one side of Jennifer and you on the other, Sam standing behind you with his arms wrapped around you protectively. Jennifer took your hand and gave it a squeeze and you gave her a warm smile back.

“Thank you so much for this,” you whispered to her while Bobby got himself ready. “I’m sure you have a million other things to be doing.”

“Nothing is more important than this moment,” she told you reassuringly. “I don’t know how much time you have left, but I hope you and Sam have the best time of your lives. I’m so grateful we could meet today.”

You felt your eyes mist over and you nodded, both of you breaking the gaze to look at Bobby who took a few dozen shots just to be safe. You were sure one of them at least would be usable. He continued to photograph you all as you bid her farewell and exchanged hugs, and as she was guided out of the hotel by her handler she gave you one final wave before stepping into a waiting car.

Once you were sure she was out of sight and earshot you let out a loud ‘whoop’, with Sam and Dean closely following.

“What the hell just happened?” you asked them, and Sam lifted you in the air and spun you around.

“That was incredible!” he replied, giving you a kiss before planting your feet back on the ground and wrapping his arm around you.

“Tell me you got some good shots Bobby,” Dean begged and he went over to him and took the phone to inspect them.

“I know how to work a camera ya idjit.” Bobby grumbled, but gave you a smirk and a wink.

You laughed at the absurdity of what just transpired, and as you cuddled into Sam you hoped this would be a moment that would bring him comfort in the coming weeks.

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Things did progress quite quickly after the wedding. You’d apparently just had a massive stroke of luck on Day 1 of wedded bliss, but from Day 2 things started to go downhill.

You came to rely on a second person to take some of your weight when you walked, mostly that was Sam but Dean stepped in plenty as well. When he realised what was happening Bobby wanted to stay too, but you insisted he get back to work. You told him you couldn’t live with yourself (pun intended) if a hunter fell into trouble because you had been hogging him. Saying goodbye to him was the hardest thing you’d ever had to do, even he shed a few tears.

Day 5 was when you gave in and suggested a wheelchair. Sam and Dean were reluctant to do it, to them it was an admission of the end, but you managed to convince them. You didn’t tell them but your headaches were becoming much too painful to continue to try and walk anyway. The constant up and down when being picked up and put down was the worst, and the time Dean accidentally bumped your head into the door frame didn’t help either.

Sam wanted to die too the day you woke up screaming.

“What the fuck?” you cried, pulling the sheets over your bare chest as you scrambled to get away from him, pushing your body against the wall as far as you could go.

In his startled state he yelped and rolled off the bed, hitting the floor with a loud thud, before sitting up and staring at you in horror.

“Y/N, it’s o-”

“Sam? What the hell man? WHY are you in my bed?! Did we get drunk? Oh my god, my Dad will KILL me! John will kill YOU! We’re DEAD!”

“You-You’re dad? John?” Sam asked weakly, looking at you dejectedly before sighing and running his hand through his hair.

You were about to answer when you heard footsteps in the hallway, and you looked up in time to see a disheveled Dean burst through the door. You yelled out, scrambling to make sure you were appropriately covered by the bed sheet.

“Dean, get out,” Sam told him firmly and loudly, scrambling to stand up to close the door in the older brother’s face.

“What’s going on Sammy?” he called gruffly through the door, banging his fist.

“It’s fine, I’ll deal with it, sorry,” he called back, and you watched his shadow disappeared from under the door before bringing your teary eyes up to Sam’s.

“What’s going on? WHY are we in bed together naked?” you whispered, tears starting to run down your cheeks as a small sob escaped your lips.

Sam sighed again, and came forward to sit on the edge of the bed. “You’re not well Y/N, and having some trouble with your memory. Here.”

He reached over to the bedside table and unlocked his phone, opening up some photos before passing it to you. You watched him carefully as you took the phone from his hands, but before you could see what was on the screen your eyes widened.

“Jesus, what sort of phone is this?” you asked in wonder, turning it over in your hands. “It’s like a mini TV!”

“Just… look at the screen.”

You gasped when you finally did, seeing yourself in a white dress next to Sam in his fed suit. You had a ring on your finger you noticed, and as you looked down to your finger you dropped the phone in shock.

“No no no no no,” you chanted in disbelief. “Sam?”

“It’s OK, I promise,” he leaned forward to rest his hand on yours, and was grateful when you didn’t pull away.

“How are we married? And you look, I mean your hair is… you look older.”

You looked around the room slowly, suddenly realising you weren’t in a skeezy motel as per usual. “Where are we?”

“Our home, we live here with Dean,” Sam told you patiently, hoping that something would soon jog your memory like the time you forgot the beach trip.

“Dean lives with us?” you asked with a disbelieving eyebrow raise. “You want me to believe this is real life and you tell me that Dean lives with us?”

“How old do you think you are?” he queried.

“20, I just turned 20,” you replied with a shrug, unsure why it mattered.

“Wow, ok,” Sam puffed out a breath, figuring out his next move. He didn’t want to scare you, but at the same time this was going on longer than he would have expected and he was desperate to get you back.

“What? Sam, you better start talking or so help me GOD-”

“You’re in your 30’s Y/N,” he cut you off. He studied your face, your expression hard, and when you didn’t interrupt he continued. “About a year ago you started to get headaches, really bad ones, and you went to the doctor. They found a tumour, right about here,” he placed his pointer finger on your scalp, just above your left ear. “Among other things, it’s affecting your memory. Dean lives here with us to help with paying the bills and look out for you.”

You continued to stare at him, then looked at your hand. Your golden band stared back at you, and you shut your eyes tight before pinching the bridge of your nose.

“And this?” you asked, not opening your eyes nor moving anything other than lifting your left hand to gesture your ring.

“We’ve, well... we’ve been through a lot over the last 2 decades.”

You nodded with a hum, squinting your eyes harder as your head started to hurt.

“You OK?”

“Not really,” you replied honestly. “Christ, does my head always hurt like this?”

He frowned, you’d not complained before but then again he noticed that you had a tendency to downplay your symptoms. “Sometimes. What would you rate it?”

“An 8, maybe.”

Sam nodded, and leaned over to grab his pants. You looked at him alarmed and before you could ask he explained. “It’s ok, I’m just going to get you your pain killers. I’ll be right back, promise.”

You nodded meekly, and lay back on the mattress slowly as Sam opened the door and closed it quietly behind him.

“She alright?” Dean asked, causing Sam to jump back and hit the wall with a gasp. He glared at his brother with his hand held over his racing heart.

“Jesus man, next time cough or something,” he scolded.

“Sammy,” Dean replied in a warning tone, and followed Sam as he went to the kitchen.

“She can’t remember anything, she thinks she’s 20,” Sam explained as he reached up for a glass and filled it with water at the tap.

“Right so, what, her dad is still alive, you two aren’t bumping uglies yet and I’m-”

“A horn-dog, yes.”

“Hey!”

“What?” he replied with a smirk. “That’s what she thinks! Didn’t believe me when I told her you lived with us. Besides, you’ve mellowed out a lot since our 20s.”

Dean narrowed his eyes and glared at his brother, but relented when he realised he was too tired to fight. He watched in silence as Sam made you a tea, and gave a small wave when he bid him goodnight before returning to you. This time he decided not to listen at your door, and headed to bed instead.

As Sam walked back into your room you stirred, and he sat your water on the bedside table.

“Wake up bab- Y/N,” he corrected himself. “I have your pain pills.”

You opened your eyes and gave him a warm smile, rolling over to expose your chest. You didn’t race to cover up like you did last time. “Hey sweety, pain pills?”

He looked at you carefully, fear no longer in your eyes and an obvious confidence to show yourself naked around him.

“How old are you Y/N?” he asked, not wanting to get his hopes up.

“Huh? You know this, I’m 32.”

Sam rushed forward and enveloped you in a tight hug, when he finally let his tears fall. He let out a sob and you held him tighter, alarmed.

“Wow, hey, it’s ok Sam. Did you have a nightmare?”

He didn’t answer, and only pulled back to kiss you desperately on the lips. You returned it, and instead of waiting for an explanation you simply let him lay you back onto the mattress in his arms.

CONT.

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JHS | Catastrophe

He doesn’t want to save the world. He wants to save you. —angst, sci-fi astronaut!hoseok, tw: major character death

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Whenever Hoseok came back from a mission, he slept for nearly twenty-four hours without waking. The doctors told you this was perfectly normal, healthy even.

“Going to space is quite an ordeal, Mrs. Jung,” they said, their voice haughty with condescension, “Sleep is just what your husband needs after an extended stay.”

You believed them, of course, they were doctors. But their tone never encouraged your cooperation, and seeing him so comatose made you…nervous. But, in all the time you’d been married to Hoseok, there was always a day, after a mission, when he woke up from his sleep, wrapped his arms around you tightly, and said, “Good morning, Mrs. Jung.”

This time that traditional scene played out in the kitchen. You’d picked him up from HQ yesterday at 7AM with a clean bill of health from the doctors and a classified debriefing from his bosses. He was still wearing the sweats and t-shirt from that morning, which was now—you glanced up at the oven clock—twenty-seven whole hours later.

He put his chin on your shoulder and looked down at the breakfast you were making. “Pancakes?” he grinned, turning his head to place a delicate kiss beneath your ear.

“Blueberry pancakes,” you said, turning in his arms to hug him tightly, “Welcome home.” He leaned down and pressed his lips to yours, cupping the back of your neck so that the kiss, the first one in a month, felt like fire. When he pulled away, he kept his forehead pressed to yours.

“I missed you.”

“I missed you,” you agreed, turning after a moment back to your pancakes, “How was space?”

Hoseok snorted a laugh, his hand dragging across your skin as he moved across the kitchen, his fingers reluctant to let you go. He poured himself a glass of orange juice and drank a large gulp before responding. “Expansive and never-ending,” he said, “Beautiful and magical. Full of secrets. Just like my wife,” he joked.

“Expansive, hmm?” you said, turning on him with a gasp, “What are you saying? Hoseok!”

Hoseok chuckled, “No, that’s not what I meant!”

You ducked beneath his arms and snapped the towel at him, “My own husband called me fat!” You laughed snapping the towel at him again until he all but tackled you into a giant bear hug.

His grin was huge and delighted and he pressed kiss after kiss to your cheeks, “You are beautiful.” You stood up straight, your hands clasped around his neck. You raised your head and batted your eyelashes.

“More beautiful than space?”

And without a moment’s hesitation: “So much more beautiful than space.”

“Good,” you whispered pressing your lips to his insistently, lovingly. He smiled against you, his hand cupping the back of your neck to push you fully against him, his arms wrapping around you like bonds. You could’ve stayed like that forever, had it not been for the steadily burning pancakes.

And then at half-past-two, his mother called. Tomorrow was Sunday, so you’d be going over to see them tomorrow for dinner anyways, but Hoseok still spent over an hour catching up with her and his father. Their son had chosen an incredibly risky job, and it worried them whenever he went up. He lit up as he talked to them, making wide arm motions as he described his adventures.

You smiled as you watched him, finishing your tea and depositing the mug in the dishwasher. You pointed to the bedroom so he’d know you were leaving, before making your way across the apartment to the sound of his laughter. It made you smile. 

You had just pulled up your jeans when he walked in behind you, pressing his chest against your back and deftly finding the patch of bare skin above your jeans with his calloused fingers. He drew a star on your hip that made you shudder. Sighing, he ran his nose along your neck, and your nerves stood at attention for him. He’d been gone four weeks, this time, and your body ached for him.

In fact, you were impressed with your restraint thus far. Usually, if he was gone for more than a week and a half, you jumped him as soon as he woke up from his “coma”.

His hands were hot and they felt like fire against your skin, tracing patterns on your stomach and thighs and breasts; tangling in your hair wildly. The sun came through the window in a patch of heat, warming the room so that it felt like steam, like being naked wasn’t enough.

Hoseok was heavy on top of you, spreading your legs and centering himself. His hands at your head so that you could turn and kiss his wrist, a butterfly atop a flower. He moved a hand to cup your waist, pulling you up to meet him in a deliciously painful thrust.

You moaned and moaned, the sound filling the room when the air ran out. Your hands moved on his back to find purchase, to sink in, like he was doing to you. Sinking in. So slowly. Until there was nothing but him, blinding your vision like an exploding star.

“So,” Hoseok said, collapsing on your other side and smiling goofily, “What were you doing when I interrupted?”

You smiled back, turning to face him, your hair sweaty and sticking to your face. He moved closer so that his forehead touched yours, desperate for intimacy. “Going to the store.”

“Can I come?” he grinned.

“Yeah,” you chuckled, rolling off the bed to stand up and inspect your reflection. You scrutinized it carefully, checking your makeup and hair. You sighed, “I look like I just had sex.”

“So?” Hoseok said, sitting up and raising his eyebrows, “Want to look like you had sex twice?” 

“Yes,” you whined, falling into bed again.

When you finally managed to get to the store (three or four orgasms later), it was busy, not that either of you minded. Living with a husband who was gone so frequently, made you appreciate the little things. Like grocery shopping. Walks through the park. Taking a shower. Normalcy was all you craved.

“What do you want for dinner?” you said, inspecting a bunker of cold poultry. “Chicken’s on sale,” you added. There was no answer and it took you a moment before you stopped scrutinizing the trays of meat to look up at him. He was about a yard away from you, his phone pressed to his ear. You raised your eyebrows when he hung up and approached you, his expression serious. “What is it?”

Hoseok shrugged, “There’s some kind of problem. I need to go in.”

“But,” you frowned, “You just got back.”

“I’m sure it’s just a minor satellite thing,” he said, “I’ll hand it off to one of the younger guys. I don’t have to take every mission.” He pressed his lips to your hair and you smiled, reaching for his hand.

“Good,” you sighed, “Cause I missed you.”

“I know,” he whispered, “I missed you, too.”

After putting back all of the groceries—the call was urgent enough that he had to go in right away, and you had decided to go shopping later—Hoseok had piled himself into the passenger seat while you started the car.

“How far away are we?” he said, squinting at his phone screen. You snorted. He spent so much time in space, or at HQ, that he didn’t know where anything was here on Earth. As brilliant an astronaut as your husband was, he was relatively useless with the day-to-day. You found it quite adorable.

“About twenty minutes,” you said, twisting to see behind you as you backed up.

He typed quickly on his phone, before reading something and frowning. You glanced at him out of your periphery, keeping your hands firmly in the 10-and-2 positions while driving. “What is it?”  

Hoseok shook his head, “This can’t be right. They must be confused.”

“Who?” you said, tapping your fingers on the steering wheel nervously.

“Yoongi and Namjoon,” he sighed, already knowing what you would say.

“You mean the Geek Squad? They’re never wrong.” You turned the corner to leave town and head down the long stretch of bare country road that led to the isolated HQ, recalling a birthday party in which Yoongi and Namjoon had accurately predicted your porch’s caving in, almost to the hour. You had still not lived it down.

“They are this time,” Hoseok said, looking up from his phone to squint at the tall building down the road, “I hope.”

“You’re scaring me,” you whispered, taking your eyes from the road for a moment to glance at the sky. To you, it was a big blue…thing, hovering above you like a security blanket. But to Hoseok…it held all of the mysteries, beauties, and majesties of the world. Or of space, rather. He knew its power and its danger.

“I’m sorry,” Hoseok said, turning to look at you and placing a hand over yours on the steering wheel, “They’re wrong. I’m sure of it.”

“Okay,” you said slowly, trying to read his expression but only seeing something like fear there. You slowed to a stop outside the guard gate, Hoseok leaning across you to flash his badge. 

“Come in,” he said after you’d park, unfolding himself from the small sedan to stand to his full height outside.  

“Are you sure?” you said, peeking up at him from inside the car, “I’m a civilian.”

Hoseok smiled in the way that lit you up inside, “They called me in on my vacation—I’m going to spend this time with you whether they like it or not.”

“How romantic,” you teased, climbing from the car. You met him at the front, clasped hands, and tried to convince yourself that nothing was the matter. 

The air conditioning felt like a slap, but the odd looks from the workers felt like stones. You felt uncomfortable and out of place, and it was only Hoseok’s hand that anchored you there. And you knew that if you waited in the car, the paranoia and the worry would eat at you. Hoseok knew it too. So you pushed forward through the building.

“You get called in, too?” someone said, slapping Hoseok’s arm playfully before patting your shoulder, “Hey, how are you?” Jeongguk, Hoseok’s partner on missions, had fallen easily into stride with you both.

Hoseok pushed open the large doors with force, the full irritation of this call into work hitting him. He forgot about the bad news, and the potential danger, and was entirely concerned with what his boss could be thinking when calling him back into work so soon.

His boss, Commander Bang, appeared from an office in the corner with a serious expression on his face. It got worse, turning into a menacing scowl when he spotted you standing meekly beside him. “What is she doing here, Hoseok?”

“I’m on vacation,” Hoseok said, mirroring his boss’ facial expression, “I’m with my wife.”

“She’s a civilian,” he reprimanded.

“I don’t care,” Hoseok scowled. “You call me in less than seventy-two hours since I got back, for what is clearly a prank. I brought my wife.”

You felt like a deer in the headlights, hiding behind its mother as you all but crouched behind Hoseok’s shoulder, his hand still holding yours. Mr. Bang sighed. You figured this whole situation was a lot more serious than Hoseok thought because Mr. Bang (who had previously been only nice to you) seemed aggravated.

“It’s not a prank,” Namjoon sighed, standing from behind a control desk, his bulky glasses sliding down his nose. He pushed them up with his index finger and leaned down to press a button. “Yoongi and I discovered this, this morning.”

The giant screen at the end of the room lit up with an image. You gasped from behind Hoseok’s shoulder, and he squeezed your hand involuntarily. It was round and black, charred and cratered. Fire consumed it, glowing beautiful and dangerous. The kind of thing that was intoxicatingly beautiful, up until it hurt you.

“Stop it,” Hoseok complained, “It’s not funny.”

“It’s not a joke,” Yoongi deadpanned, pressing another button on the control panel, next to Namjoon. This time the screen lit up with a digital map of the sky—at least that’s what you figured it was. There was a little blip of light that moved a little bit every second, approaching something that must be Earth.

“You can’t be serious,” Hoseok said in disbelief, his voice, posture, and mind still refusing to believe that this was anything but a practical joke. “That asteroid wasn’t even near Earth’s atmosphere yesterday.”

Yoongi shrugged and Namjoon filled in, “We can’t explain it. All we know is that it’s coming.”

“What does this mean, Hobi?” you whispered, disentangling your hand from his to tug on his sleeve like a child.

“Shall we excuse the civilian now, Hoseok?” Mr. Bang said pointedly.

“No,” Hoseok said, his mouth still agape as he watched the little, harmless blip move slowly across the screen. He shook his head, turning to look at you briefly before confronting Commander Bang, “No. If this means what I think it means, then she’s not going anywhere.”

That scared you. What did that mean? You could think of only two options: either you could be of help and so your staying was pertinent to the mission (highly unlikely, as you stopped taking math and science classes as soon as was allowed), or…or something bad was going to happen and he wanted to spend as much time with you as possible.

And that scared you.

“So what can be done?” Hoseok said seriously, letting you stay close to him, but no longer holding you. His arms folded across his chest and his brow furrowed seriously.

“I think,” said Namjoon, pushing his glasses farther up his nose, “The only solution is to…destroy the asteroid before it enters Earth’s atmosphere.”

“And how do we do that?” Jeongguk said, his face, usually warm, was suddenly cold.

Namjoon shared a look with Yoongi before sighing and continuing, “The only thing that could stop it in time would be a missile.”

“So send up a rocket to destroy it,” Jeongguk said, “Damn the cost if it saves the world.”

“That’s the thing,” Yoongi said, “An unmanned rocket, or ship, would never hit it.”

“What do you mean?”

“We’d need someone in a spaceship, constantly matching the asteroid’s speed and direction, to fire the missile at the right time. Our machines just weren’t made to cope with that kind of maneuvering.”

“You need a pilot,” Hoseok concluded, his expression grim.

“What?” you nearly spat, “No,” you looked at him, your eyes darting to Namjoon and Yoongi and Jeongguk and Commander Bang, “No,” and then back to Hoseok, “No.”

“It’s the only way,” Namjoon whispered.

“There has to be another way. There has to be. It can’t be you.”

“It’s me,” Hoseok whispered.

“No,” you shook your head, “No.”

Hoseok held up his hand to the others before gripping your wrist, in a way that you found more comforting than aggressive, and pulled you out of the room and out of the building until you were standing on the harsh white concrete under the vast blue sky. You were shaking your head, tears coming to your eyes unbidden, whispering, “No, no, no.”

“Look at me,” Hoseok said, saying your name sternly, “Look at me.” His hands moved from your shoulders to your face, cupping your cheeks and forcing your gaze to fall upon him. Blurred though your vision was, you could see it now. That quality that made him an outstanding astronaut and trustworthy leader and…an excellent husband. Your hands fell on top of his on your face, focusing on your breath.

“Explain it to me,” you whispered.

“Okay,” Hoseok said, his eyes scanning your face for any other signs of unraveling or distress. He stood upright and crossed his arms, taking a moment to inspect the sky, as if the asteroid could be seen from here, before starting. “During the last mission, we noticed an…asteroid. It seems to be a collection of debris or pieces of moons and planets or…just a piece of an exploded star. The team isn’t sure. We collected as much data on it as we could before coming back, but we weren’t worried. It hadn’t even gotten past the moon at this point, it was nowhere near the Earth’s atmosphere.”

You gulped down air to make you sane, wiping at the stray tears on your cheeks. “Okay, and this asteroid, is in the atmosphere?”

“Almost,” Hoseok said, “It’s getting there, and once it does there will be very little time until it reaches Earth’s surface.”

“And…what happens then?”

Hoseok took a deep breath, afraid to say the words out loud, afraid of what they would mean when exposed to the world, “Catastrophe,” he sighed, ignoring your gasp of shock as he continued, “An asteroid that size could, depending on where it lands, level most of the continent, if not more.”

“Oh my god,” you said, stumbling as your knees grew weak. Hoseok rushed forward his arms wrapping around you to hold you steady.

“Hey, it’s okay,” he whispered, kissing your hair, “Everything will be alright.”

“Either the asteroid hits,” you whispered, “Or you go into space and destroy it and…and…” you took a shaky breath, new tears springing to your eyes, “It will not be alright.”

Hoseok frowned and stroked your hair, afraid to admit you were right.

“Hey,” Jeongguk said, swinging the door open as he hurled himself outside at the command of his supervisor. But he paused when he saw the two of you, looking so much like a painting of tragic lovers that his heart momentarily stopped. He sucked in a breath and said, quietly, “Commander Bang needs you inside.”

Hoseok sighed and pulled away from you, his eyes scanning your face until zeroing in on your watery gaze. He didn’t say anything but you understood his silent question. You nodded and wiped your nose, feeling like a child, unable to cope. He sighed again and pressed his lips to your forehead, feeling desperate and lost.

“I’ll be back,” he whispered and ran back inside the building. The words were insignificant and small but they hit you like a bus, pummeling you. He would be back. But for how long? The idea had you almost falling to the pavement.

Jeongguk rushed forward. He needed to go back inside too, but he could see your fragility. Hoseok had been the only thing holding you up, helping you fight gravity, and he was gone. He watched you collapse like a window shattering, or a tree struck by lightening—violent and sudden.

“Woah,” Jeongguk said, cradling you so that you stumbled and fell against his chest, your body weak. You tried not to sob, or cry. You wanted to be dignified in the face of…catastrophe. But you weren’t sure you had that kind of strength inside of you.

Jeongguk stumbled but steadied you, helped you stand, “Hey, it’s going to be okay.” You shook your head, your hair flying so wildly that it stuck to the sticky wetness of your cheeks. How long had you been crying? It felt like forever.

“I don’t think I can live without him,” you whispered, wiping at your eyes again. But as the words emptied into the open air, evaporating in the afternoon sun, your eyes gave way to tears again. But you tried to stand, tried to shove Jeongguk away to stand on your own. He backed off, his hands in the air as if approaching a loose jungle cat.

“With any luck,” Jeongguk said, “You won’t have to. He could survive.”

You turned to look at him, your eyes narrowing, “Don’t lie to me, Jeon Jeongguk.”

He sighed and ran a hand through his hair. He was lying to you, yes, but he was also lying to himself. This was his partner, his best friend. How was he supposed to live without Jung Hoseok? To work without him? How was he supposed to move on?

Hands shaking, he said, “Fine,” he whispered, “The odds are against us. But do you want to be spending, what is quite possibly, his last few hours on Earth, out here crying?”

You sighed, wiping your cheeks again, “No,” you whispered, “No.”

You followed Jeongguk back inside with his arm slung over your shoulder, feeling united in your grief. Jeongguk was practically Hoseok’s brother. When they were off mission, the young astronaut was at your house constantly—coming over for dinner, playing videos games in your living room, helping with the household chores. When Jeongguk had come out, he confided in you that it was scarier to tell Hoseok than his parents because Hoseok was such a big part of his family. (And of course, Hoseok was overjoyed).

“Um,” Jeongguk paused as you passed the reception desk, “I’ll meet you in there.” You glanced over to Taehyung, who was at the desk with a blue-tooth in his ear and a worried expression, his eyes tracking Jeongguk.

“Okay,” you said, patting his chest comfortingly and leaving him to talk things over with Tae.

You pushed the doors open again, ignoring the looks of a few workers who disapproved of your presence. You were an emotional civilian, with a personal connection to the astronaut that was going to be sent into space. You could only be a distraction.

But you refused to be anywhere else.

Hoseok was standing at a desk with his arms crossed, talking seriously with Commander Bang, Namjoon, and Yoongi. You heard mention of rockets, trajectories, missiles—all things that went over your head. You fiddled with your fingers and found an unoccupied seat near the door, content to watch him for awhile.

You had never really been able to see him work. You’d been to HQ before and you’d even been in this room before, but never when there was a national emergency or any kind of trouble. Pride bloomed in your chest as you watched him, strong posture, confident stance. His face was stern, serious. A hero. You wondered if he always looked like this while working, or if it was bred of the circumstances.

There was no hope. Even Jeongguk had all but admitted that Hoseok would not be coming back alive. The odds are against us. You almost started crying at the thought but used all of your willpower to keep your composure. It didn’t matter. It didn’t matter that the odds were against you, because you loved Hoseok more than anything in the world and you were going to support him no matter what. Because you knew why he was doing this. He was saving the world. He was doing what was right.

Hoseok glanced over and spotted you by the door, sitting with a grim expression on your face. He knew that you didn’t see it, but he did—he saw your strength. You could not have been in this room without it. And, not for the first time, as he looked at you, he wondered if he absolutely had to be the one to do this. If anyone had to do it at all. He could step back, run away, give in.

He felt foolish because he’d spent so much time looking at the stars and being with the stars, and all he could think about was all of that time that he could have been spending with you. He wanted to turn away from the stars then and reclaim that lost time. But then he remembered the risk. What would happen if he ran away.

And yes, he would be saving the world, but he didn’t really care about the billions of other people. He cared about one. Because even if he had been foolish enough to willingly give up his time with you, he would be damned if you didn’t have any more time at all. He was going to save you.

Hoseok only half turned back to his team when he asked, “How much time do I have?”

Everyone glanced at him and then at you, immediately understanding his thoughts. Namjoon sighed and pushed his glasses up his nose, Yoongi patted his back. “At the rate the asteroid is going…we only have a few hours until the window of opportunity closes.”

“Okay,” Hoseok said, looking down before turning fully to his team. He locked eyes with Commander Bang, a silent message passing between them before he said, “Prep the rocket and my gear.” He turned from them and stepped towards you until a hand shot out to grab his wrist.

“Hoseok,” Commander Bang said, “I’m sorry it has to be this way.”

“I know,” he said, patting his Commander’s arm affectionately, “I know.”

During this exchange, Jeongguk had slipped back into the room, sniffling. When you glanced up at him his eyes were red and watery. You imagined that you looked much the same. He squeezed your shoulder and said, “What did I miss?”

You shrugged, “They’re going to prepare a rocket. We only have a few hours.”

“Crap,” Jeongguk whispered, his voice breaking. You didn’t have to look up at him to know that he was on the verge of tears. You were, too.

Jeongguk’s hand slipped from your shoulder and he stepped forward. Hoseok was near seething. He loved Jeongguk, he did; they were brothers. But if one more person stopped him from approaching you, he was going to bow out of these noble heroics altogether.

He felt guilty even thinking it.

Jeongguk clasped his forearm and Hoseok did the same, their hands clenching tight as if to tether themselves to the Earth. Jeongguk sniffled and Hoseok fought to see past you and his irritation at not having reached you, to focus on him. Hoseok sighed and ruffled his hair, like when he was first paired up with the rookie.

“Brother,” Hoseok whispered, “You’ll always be my brother.”

“Don’t do this,” Jeongguk pleaded, “I’ll go.”

Hoseok smiled sadly. A large part of him wanted to take him up on that offer. But Hoseok would not be able to live with himself knowing that he had sent Jeongguk to his death, he wouldn’t be able to look himself in the mirror after that.

“C’mon, Guk,” Hoseok chuckled, his laugh like the tiny specks of sunshine that peek through a storm cloud—awkward and brief. “We both know they need someone with skills.” Jeongguk tried smiling but was relatively unsuccessful.

“I’ll be fine, Guk,” he said, pulling him in for a tight hug, “Promise me something?”

“Yeah,” Jeongguk said wiping his nose.

“Take care of her,” he said, not daring to look at you and betray his thoughts. He could feel your gold-flecked eyes on him, and he didn’t want you to worry more than you already were. “When I’m gone, take care of her. She’ll need it. She’s strong but…” Hoseok sighed, his heart tearing like a high school love note, “she’ll need it.”

“I promise,” Jeongguk said immediately, his chest puffing out to portray a confidence he wasn’t sure he had.

“Thank you,” Hoseok said, frowning. He took a deep breath and smiled again, patting Jeongguk’s shoulder, “Take care of yourself, yeah?”

“Yeah,” Jeongguk whispered, letting Hoseok slip past him like a ghost, chills running up and down his spine. He almost collapsed from the weight of his grief. Hoseok was a dead man walking.

Now he was standing in front of you, tall and framed by fluorescent lights. He held his hand out and you had raised yours, ready to take it and be swept away for your last few hours together. You were so close, and it felt so important, so monumental. Hoseok’s heart soared.

“Wait!”

Hoseok snapped around and your eyes followed the voice. Yoongi was leaning against a desk and looking up at the screen, agape. He took a step back, a stuttered breath escaping his lips, “Oh my god.”

“What is it?” you whispered, standing at Hoseok’s shoulder.

“What?” Hoseok snapped, his irritation boiling under his skin. Was it too much to ask to have a few moments with his wife?

“The asteroid,” Yoongi whispered, “It’s…it…”

“The speed increased?” Namjoon gasped, without any tact whatsoever.

“What?” Hoseok demanded, his voice like the bark of a drill sergeant.

“How did this happen?” Commander Bang said, throwing up his arms in frustration.

“It’s,” Namjoon paused, squinting at a computer screen on his desk, “It’s being sucked in by the Earth’s atmosphere!”

“What?” Hoseok said again, fear and disbelief mixing in his voice like a potion that infected your sensibilities. You stepped forward and held his hand, squeezing tightly.

Yoongi turned to look at Hoseok frantically, “If the asteroid enters the atmosphere we risk igniting the ozone when it’s destroyed.”

“What are you saying?” Hoseok said sternly, refusing to believe that he was going to have no time with you before he was shot into space until someone said it aloud.

“You have to go now,” Namjoon sighed.

“Is everything ready?”

“Fifteen minutes,” a tech said, “and the rocket will be ready.”

“You need to put on your suit,” Commander Bang said.

“But,” you whispered, tugging on Hoseok’s hand, “But we…”

Hoseok turned towards you, ignoring the anxious tension of the room behind him to focus solely on you. He cupped your cheeks, “I’ll find you before I leave,” he whispered, “I promise.” He pressed his lips to yours in a meaningful, although much too short, kiss, before running in the opposite direction and disappearing behind a door.

Hoseok traveled through a dark hallway to end up in a posh locker room, familiar in its sleek couches and dark carpeting, modern white lockers lined up against the wall. He pressed a button and with a vacuum-seal-sigh doors opened to reveal his pristine space suit. He always did wonder how they cleaned them.

He took a moment before slipping it on. Usually, this process was fast, because the getting-ready aspect of his mission wasn’t the part he was looking forward to. Usually, there were stars and planets and moons that awaited him, untold mysteries for him to discover.

Not…not the end.

And that’s all that was waiting for him now. Fifteen minutes and he would be loaded into a rocket like cattle to the slaughter.

Hoseok shied away from the dark thought and shifted the images in his mind. He pictured you. The last he saw you your brow was furrowed in confusion, pain sparkling in your eyes, and your lips apart in a silent question.

He’d had hours. Why was fate so cruel?

Hoseok collapsed onto a chair, his shoulders heavy with the weight of the world. Catastrophe. That’s what awaited the world if Hoseok didn’t destroy the asteroid. Utter and complete catastrophe.

It did not comfort him to know that there would be at least one catastrophe either way. He pictured your face again.

He was so in love with you. Had been since the day you’d met. Hoseok was in training at HQ and had literally crashed into you (totaling your car in the process). It was a funny story now—now that you’d been together five years, happy and wonderful. Hoseok smiled, a tear falling from his eye.

Hoseok buried his face in his hands, wanting to scream, feeling like he was being ripped apart. How could he be strong enough to do this? He wanted to be selfish, to take your hand and run away. At least then he could spend his last moments holding you.

He stood suddenly, almost confident, ready to run. But he paused, rigid, those hopes crashing around him like rain. He ran a hand through his hair. “I can’t do this.”

He was near sobbing, tears making his vision blurry as he looked up to implore the heavens. “I can’t do this.” He ducked his head down again until something caught his eye. A small polaroid clipped to the edge of his locker. A shock to his heart. Your face, again, smiling and holding him so close you’d think you couldn’t be torn apart.

Hoseok sighed, “I have to,” he looked up again, “Don’t I?”

He emerged on the flight deck, five minutes later, fully equipped for space travel. Assembled on the deck was his entire team, and you, the closest to the rocket. He paused at each member of his team, exchanging handshakes and warm words, everyone feeling misty.

You watched with dismay. You had convinced yourself that you could do this, that you would be okay. But now you were angry. Why did he have to be the one? Why was this happening? Why had fate gone this far?

By the time Hoseok got to you, the others still standing behind him to wave him off, as if this were a vacation and not a life-altering space mission, you were crying hot, angry tears. When his eyes landed on you his face fell in saddened understanding.

Hoseok turned to the others and nodded, the rest of the group walking away quietly so that soon it was just you and he alone. You looked up at him and screamed, “Jung Hoseok, don’t you dare leave me. Don’t you leave me. You were…we were…this was…don’t you dare.” You ran towards him and collided, grabbing his suit forcefully and pulling and punching and crying.

Hoseok repeated your name over and over, his arms forming a cage around you, like a bird hitting walls in a fruitless attempt at escape. Your name was soft and beautiful on his lips, but you didn’t pause until he said, his hands pressed firmly against your back, “Love of my life.”

“Hoseok,” you whispered, your eyes wet with tears. You clutched at him, your hands holding onto his face desperately as if the strength in your fingers would be enough to keep him here.

He sighed, true sadness in the sound, as his hands wrapped around your wrist and pulled your grip off of him. He moved his hands to cup your face, bringing your lips, salty with tears, to his own. His forehead rested against yours and he whispered, “I know. I know.”

“I love you,” you whispered, “I love you.” You buried your face into his chest. Hoseok stroked your hair, feeling paralyzed by grief and fear.

“I love you more than life itself,” Hoseok whispered, feeling dramatic but truthful.

“Then stay,” you sobbed, trying to clutch onto him as if that would be able to stop him. Hoseok smiled sadly and pressed his forehead against yours.

“I can’t,” he whispered, looking you in the eye so that you could see all of the mingling emotions swirling there, but determination shining the brightest, “I have to save the woman I love.”

You gasped like you’d been stabbed, shock and pain mixing as you almost stumbled from the power of his words. Hoseok pressed his lips to yours in one last meaningful kiss, before squeezing your hand and trading places with you.

“Goodbye,” he whispered, climbing backward into the rocket’s compartment, doing his best not to look away from you. Tears ran down your cheeks like rain down a window pane, unrelenting, and passing a grey shadow over everything.

“Goodbye,” you whispered back, as Hoseok, strapped in securely, was shot into space. You collapsed, falling to your knees on the deck, unable to watch the trail of smoke that followed his ascent into the sky.

“Come on,” someone said, pulling at your arms roughly to get you stand. You pulled away from them.

“No,” you said, “I don’t want to move.” You buried your face in your hands.

“You can talk to him on the intercom,” Jeongguk said, “Come on.”

Hoseok was hurtling towards space in a rattling death-cage, the g-force pushing him against his seat like a fifty-pound weight was sitting on his chest. This was always the part he hated; battling through Earth’s atmosphere to reach the stars. He looked up towards the sky, the sparkling blackness of the infinite beyond winking at him from a distance. It didn’t calm him like he had hoped. That was usually all it took - the ends justify the means. Now all he could do was clench his eyes shut and picture your face.

“This is HQ, do you read? Hoseok, do you read?”

Hoseok was gasping like he’d been punched in the gut. “I,” he stuttered, “I copy, HQ. Ascension is in its final stages.”

“Copy that,” came the staticky reply. “Do you see the asteroid?”

Hoseok shook his head as if they could see it. HQ repeated the question and he still didn’t respond, waiting for the jolt. He gagged as the rocket broke up to leave him in his solitary space shuttle, jolting forward as he went through the last of Earth’s atmosphere and hit a wall of gravity-less space.

Hoseok floated against his seat belt, feeling the sweat that had accumulated on his forehead cool outside of the rocket and Earth’s atmosphere.

“Hoseok, do you copy? Do you see the asteroid?” the voice on the other end sounded panicked.  Hoseok took a breath and scanned his surroundings. He gasped when he saw it.

A large mass of space rock and debris clumped together haphazardly and burning around Earth’s atmosphere, edging the outer layer almost menacingly.

“Copy HQ, I see the asteroid. I am in pursuit.”

Hoseok powered the thrusters and pushed the shuttle steadily forward, his knuckles white on the steering wheel. Despite the threatening images displayed on the screens at HQ and the math that accompanied them, in space, the asteroid didn’t seem to be moving all that quickly.

Earlier, back at HQ Yoongi had broken the news: “You’ll have to be at least twenty kilometers away from the asteroid,” he’d said, avoiding Hoseok’s eyes, “Because the blasters on your shuttle aren’t powerful enough to hit it from any farther away.”

Hoseok had frowned and looked at the ground, “That means I’ll be within range of the explosion.”

“Yes.”

Hoseok lined himself up, the heat of the asteroid overtaking his shuttle and heating the interior like an oven. Hoseok almost chuckled—it was like a warm-up for the…explosion. He frowned.

“HQ?” he said, almost losing his nerve, “I’m in position, ready to strike.”

“H-Hoseok.” This voice was delicate and soft, shuddering across the staticky intercom like a ripple across water. “Hoseok?” it said again.

He felt like he’d been shot, tears coming to his eyes as he thought of you, leaning over a desk at HQ to speak into the microphone. He said your name softly, like a prayer.

“I love you, okay?” you said, your voice barely understandable through the static, “And I’m…I’m proud of you.”

Hoseok’s fingers hovered above the blaster buttons, his ships even closer than twenty kilometers now that he’d been distracted. There were tears in his eyes and on his cheeks. He choked on the words, the sounds lodging in his throat in an uncomfortable lump, “I love you,” he said. And he repeated it over and over as his finger pressed hard on the button, and the asteroid exploded.

And down below, catastrophe. Although everyone was safe.

author’s note— okay, i think it’s become clear that i know nothing about space, astronauts, asteroids, etc. 

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