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goldentournesol · 4 years ago

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Christmas Miracles

(Spencer Reid x fem!Reader)

The one where Spencer and Reader finally get pregnant after 2 years of trying and failing.

Length: 3.2k

A/N: TW pregnancy, thank you for requesting this anon, so sorry this is late, i know you asked for fluff but i added a touch of angst too because: hello, have you met me? also please accept my feeble attempt at a Christmas fic. i sure do hope no one goes through my search history now haha, anyway ENJOY! (sorry if this is crappy) It is officially Christmas where I live so MERRY CHRISTMAS EVERYBODY!

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The click clack of her heels against the tiled floor of the hospital almost seemed too loud. She felt as though her presence was too much, but she had promised Kristy she’d be there. It almost felt unreal. Here she was, celebrating the birth of yet another Simmons baby when not a single Reid had been conceived. It might have been selfish of her to have such thoughts, but she couldn’t help it. Not when the one thing she and her husband had been praying for day and night came so easily to everyone but them.

It’s been two years since their wedding and for two years she’d felt nothing but the impending feeling of failure hanging around her shoulders. All she wanted was to give Spencer what he deserved, she knew how much he wanted kids. He didn’t even have to say it, it was evident in the way he treated Henry, Michael, and all the other children of the BAU.

She’d left her job as soon as Spencer texted her and said she’d meet them at the hospital. She took a deep breath before locating the familiar faces of the BAU in the waiting room.

“Hey!” JJ smiled, racing to hug her first.

“Hi, any news?” Y/N asked, pulling away from the hug and looking for her husband among the faces, smiling in recognition. She spotted him in a chair, adorning a hoodie that was much too large for him with “Washington DC” printed in bold letters across the front.

“No, not yet.” Spencer reached his hand out to her and she stepped towards him, smiling as he stood to embrace her. She pulled back once again and looked at his hoodie in amusement.

“Do I want to know what happened?” She giggled, gesturing towards his outfit. He laughed bashfully.

“I, um, had an...incident with the sprinklers at the park.” She watched as his cheeks turned an adorable shade of pink. She laughed and nodded.

“Alright then.” She took a seat beside him and forced the lump in her throat to break itself apart. But Spencer knew how she felt, of course he knew. Which is why he offered both his hand and shoulder to her as they waited. She gladly accepted both, wishing the heaviness in her chest would dissipate.

About a half hour later, Matt emerged from one of the rooms, announcing the birth of his baby girl. Everyone swarmed around him to give him celebratory hugs, Y/N felt as though someone had to unglue her from her seat. She smiled as wide as her face would allow and hugged him.

“Congratulations!” She exclaimed, trying her hardest not to make it sound forced.

“Thank you, thank you all.” He said, inviting them all into the room, where the wailing of a newborn baby could be heard. To many it could sound annoying, but Y/N was almost desperate to hear it. Before entering, Spencer grabbed her hand gently and stopped them in their tracks, reaching out to cradle both her hands in his.

“You okay? We can leave now if you want, just say you had an emergency at work or something.” He said quietly to her, knowing how it would make her feel if she were to see this baby right now. He never wanted to push her too far. He could see the uncertainty swimming around in her irises, but his wife was never one to back down from anything she’d promised someone else.

“I’ll be fine, Spence. I promised Kristy.” She whispered and he nodded, although he felt something was off in the pit of his stomach. He brushed it off as she pulled him into the room after her. Her eyes landed on Kristy cradling her baby girl and her heart melted at the sight.

“Oh, she’s beautiful, Kristy.” Y/N cooed, momentarily forgetting about the heaviness in her chest as the baby’s tiny eyes curiously wandered over to her.

“Thank you, Y/N. Would you like to hold her first?” Kristy smiled tiredly and everyone’s gaze fell onto Y/N, an unreadable tension silently floating in the room.

“I-I’d be honored.” She let go of Spencer who watched as his wife carefully scooped up the baby into her arms. His heart swallowed his chest from its swelling. He could barely control the softness in his gaze before Matt came up next to him and grabbed his shoulder, making him smile. The way she carried the baby with so much compassion was a sure sign for Spencer, this woman was meant to be a mother. The mother of his children.

Y/N grinned with slight tears in her eyes as she stared at the baby in her arms, “Hi, baby girl. You’re so beautiful.” She cooed softly as she swayed them slowly from side to side. The baby quieted down in her arms and it was a wonderful sight to see. Spencer’s heart was surely beating its last beats.

“Oh, she loves you already.” Emily said from the far side of the room. The comfortable weight of the baby in her arms had suddenly turned into 7.8 pounds of complete and utter dread. She had allowed herself to think that it was her own child for a split second.

What a huge mistake.

A tear escaped Y/N’s eye as she realized she’d have to part with this beautiful gift of life. She forced a smile and handed her back to her mother carefully. No one noticed the shift in Y/N’s mood, too enthralled by the baby, except Spencer, of course. She quickly wiped away the stay tear as she took her place next to Spencer, who had tried to take her hand in his, but she pulled away just in time. He breathed a heavy sigh as she silently fell apart right next to him.

After a few moments of failing to keep herself from falling apart in front of the team, she tugged on his sleeve harshly and he knew he’d have to excuse them. So he did, they said their farewells and were on their way to her car. She handed him the keys silently and avoided his gaze until they were in the car together.

“Sweetheart…” Spencer started, reaching out to caress any part of her, only wanting to provide a semblance of comfort.

“Please--please, don’t, Spencer.” She whimpered softly as she shrunk away from him and into the passenger seat, the tears falling freely now. Spencer frowned deeply and began driving them home in silence.

She wondered if she’d ever have the opportunity to be in Kristy’s shoes. All she wanted, as of right now, was to be a mother. The universe had been so, so unkind to them both throughout their lives. God knows Spencer’s been through hell and back more times than they can count. Despite all that though, Spencer was truly the best support system she could ask for. He never pushed her too far, he always understood her, never made her feel bad for not being able to get pregnant. But that didn’t take away from the way she felt. The way she felt like she was failing Spencer. The one thing her body was made for, and she couldn’t do it.

Spencer walked them both up to their apartment and put on the kettle to make some tea as she disappeared into their bedroom, probably to take a shower. For months and months, they’d been trying, and nothing seemed to work. It was taking a toll on Y/N and he couldn’t help but feel useless.

It went on this way for about a month, although Spencer and Y/N were getting much better about talking about it, as well as beginning to explore other options. Spencer kept convincing Y/N to get out of the house more, he insisted that perhaps time apart and engagement of individual activities would strengthen their relationship. So Penelope suggested a girls night in at least once a week. They would order junk food, watch sappy movies, and sometimes cry about their lives.

One night, all the women and spouses of the BAU were at Penelope’s, watching a movie and munching on crunchy snacks. Y/N suddenly sat up straight and gasped, pausing the movie quickly from the remote.

“What is it?” Tara asked, looking over at Y/N on the couch.

“What day is it?” She asked, slightly panicked.

“It’s...Saturday?” Emily replied.

“No, no! What day of the month?” She exclaimed, searching for her phone in between the couch seats.

“It’s the 12th, why? Is it someone’s birthday?” Penelope asked, confusion settling in.

“The 12th?!” Y/N exclaimed in shock.

“Y/N, what’s on the 12th?” JJ asked impatiently.

“I’m late! I’m 2 weeks late. Let me check first.” Y/N pulled up her phone and checked her period tracking app. The women all glanced at each other excitedly, “I’m late…”

“OKAY! Stay here, do not move. JJ and I will go get you a bunch of tests! Don’t move!” Penelope exclaimed, rushing up to put on a coat over her pajamas and slip on some shoes.

Y/N stood and began to wring her hands nervously.

“What’s wrong, isn’t this great news?” Kristy asked, her face showing concern.

“Yes! Yes, of course. Just...what if it’s n-not real, what if it’s negative? I-I don’t think I can handle that again.” Y/N said as her eyes filled with tears. Her heart seemed to have stilled in her chest and her throat began closing up in response to her anxiety.

“Even if that happens, we’re right here. We’ll be supporting you through it all.” Tara said, standing and hugging her tightly. The second she was in her arms, she began sobbing. The slightest comfort brought waves of fear and anxiety. Emily and Kristy frowned and felt their chests pull at the sight of her being so upset. Tara smoothed down her hair lovingly and convinced her to have a seat until Pen and JJ returned.

A few moments later, they came bursting through the door, “Alright, did you drink enough liquids, do you have to pee?” JJ asked, unpacking and handing her the tests.

“Umm, I don’t know but I’ve been peeing a lot anyway.” Y/N replied and JJ nodded.

“Okay, that’s a good sign.” Kristy nodded encouragingly.

Y/N moved to the bathroom and took the tests. She opened the door slightly and looked towards Penelope, “Can you come in? I-I’m too scared to look at it alone.”

“Of course.” She stepped in and Y/N left the door open for anyone else to come in. Soon they all gathered in or outside of the bathroom. Y/N sat on the closed toilet and wrung her hands nervously, a habit she’d picked up from Spencer. Penelope waited the appropriate amount of time and looked at the tests that were face down on the counter. She looked towards Y/N for approval and she nodded, holding her breath. She wasn’t a profiler but she was trying to read every single microexpression that crossed Penelope’s features. The room was heavy with anticipation as they all watched Penelope look at the tests.

Soon enough, her face broke out into a large grin, “Guess we’re getting a baby genius!” She exclaimed and everyone cheered loudly in response.

Y/N was frozen in shock on the toilet as everyone rushed to embrace her, “W-what?” She uttered in disbelief, tears clouding her vision quickly.

“They’re all positive! A baby Reid is in the oven!” Emily cheered, showing her the tests. She put a hand to her mouth to slow down the sobs escaping her. She hugged them all tightly and she knew, she just knew that this happened thanks to the sheer powerful energy of all the women by her side. The thought gave her goosebumps.

“Oh my God! I have to tell Spencer!” Y/N shouted in the midst of all her tears, just imagining the pure joy that would be on her husband’s face as he learned the news.

“If you leave now, you’ll make it before he gets home from Derek’s.” JJ said, checking her watch. Y/N nodded and raced out with the tests, putting on her shoes quickly.

“I love you all so much! Bye!” She yelled into the room before darting out the door.

She stopped by the grocery store to pick up some buns, an empty box, and a pair of the cutest baby sneakers she could find. As soon as she got home, she filled the box with the sneakers and the positive tests. She also placed a single bun in the oven and waited for Spencer to come home.

“Y/N, you here already? I saw the car parked downstairs--is everything oka--” he cut himself off as he found her in the kitchen holding something behind her back. His eyebrows raised suspiciously as he eyed her, “What’s going on? What are you up to?” He couldn’t resist smiling at her smile, the previous anxieties melting away.

“Check the oven, baby.” She said, leaning against the counter across from it. His brows furrowed even more as he peeked inside.

“I don’t get it. The oven’s not hot and this is likely a store-bought bun.” Spencer Reid, despite being a certified genius, he could be extremely oblivious at times.

“Yes, and where is it placed?” Y/N hinted.

“In the oven?” Spencer reached in and grabbed the bun. He turned around to face her, the bun in his hands.

“Yes, exactly! It’s a bun in the oven.” She laughed, giving up. She watched as his face lit up in realization.

“Wait...what?” Spencer said softly in disbelief, placing the bun down on the counter and taking a few steps towards her.

She grinned and pulled out the box from behind her and opened it up in front of him. He took it from her and inspected the test and the shoes with a dropped jaw, “W-we...you’re--” He laughed a wet laugh and placed his hands on her belly, “We’re gonna have a baby?” His voice cracked, tears clouding his eyes quickly.

“We’re gonna have a baby.” She confirmed and he pulled her into possibly the tightest hug she’d ever received from him. His shoulders began shaking in her arms and soon they were sobbing messes in front of each other. She rested her head on his chest and he kissed it over and over again until they both calmed down.

“I’m gonna be a father.” He finally said, smiling down at her with a dopey, lovesick smile.

She nodded, returning the smile, “The best father. Now come on, let’s have a seat and start planning.” She giggled, pulling him out of the kitchen and to the couch.

“You know, it’s thought that the saying bun in the oven originated in 1951.” He began explaining and she suddenly burst into a fit of fond giggles, hoping their child would get his intelligence and definitely his good looks.

At exactly 10 weeks, Spencer insisted that she get her first ultrasound. She didn’t mind, she just wanted him to be there, and with his hectic schedule, it was hard to find a perfect time to go. But alas, they figured it out and Spencer was practically bouncing on his feet in excitement in the waiting room. Y/N placed a calming hand on his knee and smiled reassuringly. They took turns calming each other down. Even though Spencer had read every book about parenting and children within reach, he still felt so unprepared as a first time parent.

“Mr. and Mrs. Reid? The doctor is ready for you now.” A nurse with a clipboard announced, making Spencer shoot up out of his seat and helped his wife out of hers.

Soon, they made it into the office and before she knew it the doctor had already spread the icy cold gel on Y/N’s growing belly. A steady, repetitive noise could be heard throughout the room, bouncing off the walls. It sounded like an underwater heartbeat with a tad of something sloshing around.

“Oh, do we hear that? That’s the sound of the baby’s heart-Oh! What do we have here?” The doctor announced as she maneuvered her way on top of her belly.

“What is it?” Spencer anxiously asked, peering over at the screen.

“It seems as though there are two amniotic sacs as well as two healthy heartbeats! Congratulations, you’re having twins!” The doctor exclaimed happily. The couple stared at each other in an absolute stunned daze.

“Twins?” Y/N had to make sure she was hearing it correctly.

“Yes, a pair of healthy twins.” The doctor confirmed.

“That’s...th-that’s only a 4% chance. This is amazing!” Spencer uttered, hugging her tightly.

Over the course of the next six months, Spencer and Y/N have been living on the absolute tips of their toes. Y/N was extremely clingy at times and Spencer was terrified of leaving her, should he be called in for a case. As the twins’ due date nears, Spencer turns into a shell of himself and instead a home for festering anxiety and fear. He’s terrified something might go wrong. Whereas Y/N could not wait for the babies to be out of her! The day couldn’t come sooner.

Thankfully, serial killers all over the country had decided to take a break for Christmas time. Spencer, Y/N, and her belly were invited to every gathering leading up to Christmas eve. She wished she wouldn’t have to waddle along for much longer.

As the two sat in peaceful silence, listening to instrumental versions of their favorite Christmas music and munching on gingerbread men, something felt off.

“Uhhh, Spence?”

“What is it, sweetheart?” Spencer asked, sitting up, failing to notice the large pool of liquid now under his wife soaking the couch.

“My water just broke.” She announced, feeling her breath quicken.

“Oh-OH!” Spencer shot up from the couch and quickly grabbed the hospital go bag that’s been living by the door for the past few weeks. He put on a pair of shoes for her and carefully helped her off the couch.

“Spencer, it’s Christmas eve, we’ll never find a place in the hospital!” Y/N panicked slightly as she waddled to the door, trying to control her breathing.

“Shh, baby don’t worry about that right now. I just need you to do the breathing exercises we practiced so much, okay?” He said calmly, doing her breathing exercises, prompting her to imitate him. He surprised her by being so calm and composed all the way to the hospital then she remembered he’d once told her that he finds he does his best work under intense pressure.

20 grueling hours later, two beautiful baby girl Reids were born into this world on Christmas day. It truly was a Christmas miracle. The team filed in on Christmas day to find one exhausted Spencer standing and an even more exhausted Y/N on the bed, each cradling a baby girl of their own.

“Oh my, oh, they’re so beautiful.” Penelope gushed, her and JJ leaning over Y/N’s bed to peer at one of the girls. Luke, Tara, and Emily walked towards Spencer, who could not stop grinning.

Seriously, his face should have been split in half at this point from how much he’d been smiling. There was no one else in this world he’d rather have a child with, and he was blessed with not one, but two enchanting Christmas miracles who will surely steal his heart and never return it, and he’ll be more than okay with that.

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halcyonstorm · 4 years ago

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The Girl at the Library Chapter 1

Short Fic - Levihan

Themes: College AU, Library, Fluff, Slow Burn, Falling in Love, Female Hange Zoe, Student!Levi

Word Count: 5730

Chapter: 1/3

Warning: Mild Language

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Summary: Levi is a college student who needs help on his research paper. Luckily, Hange is a book worm and works at the library.

Levi was stressed and annoyed, mainly because he was in college. Of course with college comes infinite amounts of homework assignments, 100-question exams with astronomical amounts of topics on them, unnecessary research papers, and staying in a dorm room with a kid that happens to have no problem inviting his friends over every night to hang out and party with no regards to his sullen roommate.

Levi had a paper coming up. He had to come up with a topic, find sources, and finish his paper by the end of the semester. With three weeks left to go, he decided he’d rather get it over with. He began his brainstorming in the study lounge at the center of his dormitory floor. He was starting to stress. He sat on the big yellow leather couch in the way-too-bright study lounge with his laptop in his lap. He tapped his pen against his head as he tried to think of an idea.

“You have to write about a topic related to your major,” The professor explained. “This is the one and only paper you will have assigned this semester. I suggest you get it done as early as possible.”

If only it were that easy. He had the rubric pulled up in one tab, and a ton of “How to pick a research topic” websites in others. His major was pharmaceuticals, a field he was inspired to take on because of his mother. She was very ill when he was very young, so they were in and out of hospitals. He was sitting on the edge of his mother’s hospital bed when a nurse came in the room to administer her medications.

“This is…” His memory was blurry. “This medication will help… and make you feel better.” And it did. 9 year old Levi was fascinated. This one little pill or bag of what looked like water helped his mother feel better. Within hours, his mother’s skin went from pallor to beige. Her hands were warmer. She looked more awake, more alive. She didn’t wince at Levi’s touch. She was in less pain. She got better, like the nurse predicted.

Since then, Levi always asked questions whenever they visited the hospitals again and again. “What kind of drug is that?” “What does it do?” “How long does it take to take effect?”

Levi recalled the memory with a deep sigh. He missed his mother. She was at home, not too far away. Levi never had the time to travel the hour through the big city to visit her. When he did have free time, he spent it studying or sleeping. He felt his heart twinge at this. She had sacrificed everything to help him attend college and to give him a good life.

Now with his head cloudy, he went to reach his water bottle in his backpack. He opened the lid and took a sip. At that moment, he could hear some obnoxiously loud students throwing tennis balls back and forth to each other. He recognized these kids too, they were some (of many) of the lovely visitors his roommate had over most nights. Suddenly in the blink of an eye, Levi’s water bottle spilled all over his laptop, a tennis ball on the floor next to him, and some worried voices approaching him. Within seconds, the laptop started to steam and the screen went black.

His laptop was fried, he determined. He felt heat start to rise inside of him.

“Oh my god, man. I am so sorry,” One of the kids said, trying to hold back a laugh.

“Yeah, man. We didn’t mean to.”

Levi took a deep breath and stood up. These kids… were gonna pay.

He closed his broken laptop and stood up. These kids were much taller than him, but looked to be easily intimidated by Levi’s presence.

“Do you have the money to pay for this?” He sneered, getting very close to their faces.

“Eh… no, but we have jobs! We can pay you back over time,” One of the kids trailed off. They seemed to be intimidated by the short man. “You live in 112 right?”

Levi nodded, his face heating up with anger. “This laptop cost me a lot of money.”

“We get it, man! We said we’re sorry,” the other kid explained. “We’ll pay you back or whatever.”

“Tch,” Levi clicked. He was extremely pissed. These kids should not be throwing balls at each other in the hallway. Also, they spilled his water which made a mess. “Which room are you both in?” They responded with 118. The one kid explained they get paid on the 15th and 30th of each month. Luckily, their pay day was 4 days away.

“I’ll stop by Tuesday, the 16th,” Levi decided, before gathering his things and heading to the stairs. He began to walk through the campus. Fuck, now where was he gonna go? How was he gonna find his topics? His computer was fucked. Putting it in rice wouldn’t have helped. He was so occupied having a debate with himself about where to research, he almost missed it. If he looked the other way or even blinked in that moment, he wouldn’t have seen it. It was the campus library. No, not the campus library, but a campus library. It blended into the surroundings, hidden from the passerbyers. There was a sign in the window “We’re Open!”.

The library was small, to say the least. It was old fashioned, which contrasted the modern aesthetic of the university. It was a small, dark brown, wooden building with four-pane windows. The door was a lighter shade of brown. He decided it was easier to check out this little library instead of walking another 10 minutes to get to the main library. He didn’t have time to waste. He had to get started with his paper right away. He walked up to the door and opened it. When he did, a little bell rang at the doorway.

“Just a minute!” A woman’s voice called from the back. Levi decided to wander around. There were many books crammed on the shelves. There were two computers on each side when he walked in. They looked out of place, considering they were very modern compared to the architecture of the library itself. The books were all shades of bright, vibrant colors. It was strange. From the outside, it seemed creepy and gloomy. Once he walked in, it was very cozy. The dark walls of the library contrasted the beautiful colors of the books.

Then, he saw the woman come out. She came up to the desk. He expected an elderly lady with her glasses on a chain, but he assumed this woman was a student. She was a young woman who wore thin oval glasses and her brown hair thrown up in a messy half-up-half-down ponytail.

“Hi!” The woman said. “How can I help you?”

“I want to use a computer, please,” He announced. He glanced at her nametag which hung like a necklace around her neck. “Hange” was the name on the tag. It was strange and unordinary, but it had a nice ring to it. The name seemed to suit her.

“Sure! You are allowed up to two hours a day,” Hange explains. “You can choose whichever computer you’d like.”

The computers were unoccupied. In fact, the entire library seemed vacant except for him and the employee.

“Does anyone actually come here?” Levi asked, setting his stuff down next to a desk, and looking her way. She looked like someone who would work at a library.

The brunette chuckled. “You are my third visitor today!” She exclaimed proudly. It was already about 3pm. He remembered the sign in the front says “12pm-6pm weekdays”.

Levi chuckled silently, air huffed out his nose. “How do you stay in business?”

“Well, the university thinks it’s good to have a small library in the outskirts of the campus so students have access to books and computers because the main campus library is in the center of the plaza. Sometimes we get about ten people a day, and sometimes they don’t even take anything out. Sometimes I wonder how…” She began to ramble now. She definitely has not had anyone else visit her today.

She was starting to get on his nerves. It’s been 20 minutes since he arrived, and she was still talking. He zoned out until she caught his attention.

“Hey,” She said. “What’s your name? I have to track whoever comes in to use the computers.”

Why? No one else comes in. He noticed her clipboard with the sign-ins was blank.

“Levi Ackerman,” He announced. She scribbled his name down. “Okay, it’s 3:30 now, so you have till 5:30 if needed.” She pointed to the clock with her pen as she explained. He nodded and proceeded to walk towards the table with the computer he claimed. He sat down and began working.

He was an hour into his research when he finally threw his hands up in the air in frustration. He still couldn’t think of a topic. He groaned aloud.

Hange was leaning against the main desk, her nose stuck in a book. “How Trees Communicate” was the title. When she heard the young man groan, she looked up.

“Is everything okay?” She asked, peering over her book at him.

“Yeah, yeah,” He mumbled. “Fine…”

Hange raised an eyebrow. She placed her bookmark at her spot, then strolled around the desk and walked over to him.

“What are you working on?” She asked, sitting in the seat next to him and put her hands on her knees, looking at him curiously. He scoffs. It was none of her business, he thought to himself. And it’s an invasion of privacy.

He was frustrated and desperate. Hoping for a miracle, he managed to tell her anyways.

“I need a topic for my paper and I can’t think of any…” Levi began. “It needs to be based on pharmaceuticals, my major. It also needs scientific evidence to back up my research…”

She was fully absorbed in what he had to say. She was bored, so helping Levi would’ve been something to do at least. Besides, Levi was in luck. She was an avid reader, always reading about anything and everything. She was studying plants and botanicals, but she found herself frequently taking out books about cooking; religion; war; animals; and medical topics including surgery, pathophysiology, anatomy, and pharmaceuticals.

“What about how diuretics affect blood pressure?” Hange suggested. Levi was taken aback. His eyebrows furrowed, and he shook his head in confusion. “Or if anti-alzheimer drugs actually help slow the progression of Alzheimer’s? Why do you take different medications during certain stages of Alzheimer’s disease? Or how do anti-seizure medications work? That is something I ask myself all the time. You take this little pill and BOOM! You’ll be fine, no seizure! Oh, oh, oh! Or, how certain medications cause certain adverse effects? How come so many medications cause anxiety?” Her eyes started to light up as she talked. They were a dark brown, but when she started to talk, they seemed to morph to a captivating hazel. He felt he could see every color in her eyes. He saw brown and green and the little lines of her iris. Hange’s hands would move as she talked, and her smile grew wide. She couldn’t keep still. She was getting excited by coming up with all these ideas. She seemed so passionate and so willing to help; he was overwhelmed by her.

Levi was in shock. His day started off horrible. Now, he was almost glad his laptop was fucked. This woman was making his mind race with ideas.

“Are you okay?” Hange asked for the second time within his visit there. Levi nodded slowly. “I am just… How do you know all that? Are you a med student?”

Hange chuckled and waved her hand at him. “No… I am a bookworm! Also, my mom is a nurse, so she used to teach me about nursing stuff all the time. Oh! You could write about the pathophysiology of anticholinergics! Or beta blockers! Or how the body reacts to the use of long-term steroids?”

Levi took a deep breath. He felt euphoric. He had been casually trying to think of topics since last week. All of a sudden, this woman can just ramble off hundreds of ideas? Levi smiled visibly.

“Actually… I really like the final topic you suggested. About steroids.” Levi admitted.

Hange smiled back at him. “Great! I can try to help you find some sources or books.” She directed him to open a new tab and to go to a certain database. “This is where you can find reliable sources. Over here,” She pointed to his screen at the left side. “You can add filters. You can change how old or new you’d like the sources to be, filter out certain words or phrases, et cetera.” She had been closer to him now; she scooted her chair closer so she could explain the database to him. It was hard not to look at her as she explained. She was captivating.

Levi began to type in words for his topic.

“Steroids”, “Long-term use”, “Cushing’s Disease”, “Addison’s Disease”, “Addisonian Crisis”, “Pathophysiology”.

He felt like he was finally getting somewhere. He was finally making progress.

As Levi was walking home, he couldn’t get his mind off that girl. He decided to brainstorm about his topic in his room once he got there. The thing was, though, he couldn’t think of any more ideas. He found it funny. Of course he was full of ideas and inspiration when he visited that library, but now he’s void of any.

Levi’s weekends were no different than the weekdays. He made it appoint to visit the library again the next day, Saturday. It was a sunny, cool Saturday morning. Levi had inspiration to write. He needed a computer and Hange’s ideas. When he arrived, it seemed busy. There were three other patrons at the library. He recognized Hange right away, helping a tall blonde man with a big nose. He wondered if she was the only employee there. The man she was helping was taller than her, so she had to reach up on her toes to point to items. She was an average height, but this action made her seem shorter than she actually was.

Hange looked his way and greeted him with a toothy smile. Levi waved at her and started to head down one of the aisles of books. He was in the nonfiction section, but was lost. For now, he just casually browsed the section, but quickly got impatient. He needed Hange’s help to find books for this paper. He heard her laugh with the patron. Maybe he’s a friend, he thought to himself. Her laugh was airy and full of heart. It seemed genuine and passionate. Levi felt an urge to make her laugh, too.

She finally made her way over to him. Levi was looking down at a book when she caught his eye. “Hey, stranger!” She greeted him with a wave. “Whatcha looking for?” She placed her hands on her hips.

“I’m trying to find some sources for my paper. Steroids is the topic,” Levi explained.

“Oh, right. I remember! After you left last night, I tried to look for some books for your topic,” She said. She was trying to help me? Levi thought to himself.

She curled her finger in a “follow me” gesture and he did. She brought him to another aisle or two over from where they were. “These are the 600’s, where you’ll most likely find what you’re looking for. I found a book or two about Addison’s disease, but it’s more of a memoir. You can look around though if you’d like. Anything in the 610’s should be right up your alley.” She explained as if she was going to leave, but she didn’t. Hange looked for books with him.

After a moment, she made a noise. “Look at this!” She exclaimed. She reached next to him to reach for a book. She was on her toes again. “Mmmm,” She moaned as she tried to reach. “Actually, I’m gonna get the step stool. I don’t think I can reach it.” Quickly, she left and came back with the stool. It looked unreliable, but Levi was sure he’d be able to prevent any accident from occurring. Hange placed it on the ground and stepped up on it, grabbing the book with ease. She stepped down with the book in her hand. This book had a white cover with a blue label and was titled “Coping with Prednisone”. Levi was surprised she even knew what prednisone was.

“Here!” She reached it out for him to grab. He took it and looked at her face. She had that same look in her eyes. “Did you want to use the computer?” He nodded and she led him towards the front of the library. The library was small from the outside, but very deep inside. It reminded him of a forest.

“I got your name, don’t worry,” She said, clicking her pen and writing his name down on the sheet.

“Oops!” Hange made a quick grimace. “I added an ‘e’ at the end. I’ll just cross it out.” The statement sounded like it was addressed to herself rather than to anyone else. She crossed out the extra letter.

“Ackermane”. Levi was gonna attempt to make her laugh.

“If you thought I looked like a horse you could’ve just said so.”

Mane, horse mane. Get it?

It felt like forever before Hange responded. She looked up at him, starting to laugh. It was a short but audible laugh. Her head nodded back and she smiled. Her cheeks turned pink and her eyes lit up for a moment. It made his heart skip a beat. It was a bad joke yet she still laughed. She chuckled. Giggled? No. Laughed lightly. Chortled? Maybe that’s the right word. Whatever it was, he wanted to do it more, maybe even more than that.

He followed her to the computers. The blonde guy she was helping earlier was on one computer. She led him to the two computers across from the other ones and sat down in the chair next to him.

“What are you doing?” Levi asked, placing the book she found for him on the table.

Her eyebrows raised, and after a moment she reacted. She waved her hands in front of her.

“I’m sorry! I thought you may have needed help. I should get back to work anyway. I gotta go through a new box of books that just came in.”

Levi looked up at her. Is she blushing? he asked himself.

“I’ll let you know if I need help.” Levi responded. She smiled at him before quickly walking away.

He started to find some evidence-based practice articles about how steroids can cause long-term side effects, especially if stopped abruptly. He made sure to keep the tabs available. He’d have to cite them later. Levi’s mind was racing with words and sentences and ideas. He had to get them down on paper. He opened Documents on the computer and started typing away.

The clicking of the keyboard soothed him. He was a pretty fast typer, he didn’t make many mistakes either. The library around him began to become quiet as his typing got louder and he got deeper in thought. Before he knew it, his two hours were up. He felt someone approach him from his right.

“Hey,” Hange said, gently tapping the table next to him. “It’s 2pm. I gotta close up.”

Levi snapped out of his focused trance with a quick head shake. “Right. Sorry.” He pulled out a flash drive from his backpack and plugged it into the computer. He transferred his document. “I got the first page done.”

Levi asked himself for a brief moment why he was sharing this information with someone he just met. Maybe since she helped him, he felt she should know.

“That’s great! It seemed like you were really focused,” Hange said, walking away to shut off some lights. Only then did he notice the white noise of the overhead lights quickly dissipate. The room buzzed with silence now. Levi and Hange were alone in the library. Suddenly, Levi felt nervous. He watched Hange walk around the room frantically, making sure to shut off all the lights and computers. She grabbed a bag. The bag was a fabric material with a patchwork design that had a long strap that hung on on her shoulder. Maybe she made it herself. She grabbed her big mess of keys and walked towards him.

“Ready?” She said. He nodded and walked outside, holding the door for her. She thanked him, locking the door behind her. They began to walk down the street slowly.

“Want to grab lunch?” Hange asked, looking at him. Levi looked back at her. She looked pretty.

“Sure, I can eat.” Hange chuckled at that. He didn’t try, but it made her happy for a brief moment. He seemed nervous but she was too.

They decided to eat at a cute restaurant on campus called “Life in Paradis”. It was a small, dainty place with a green and yellow checkered awning. The building was made of yellow brick, and the door was bright green. There were flower pots outside on the windowsill. Again, this place seemed totally out of place in the modern aesthetic of the university.

“This place is adorable!” Hange exclaimed. “I love the food here. You’ll love it too. They have all kinds of food here.” Levi felt a smile grow on his face. The way she talked made his heart flutter. She was always so passionate. They entered and got a table for two. This is not a date, Levi kept telling himself. Then why were his cheeks red?

They sat down and looked through a menu. Levi wasn’t extremely hungry even though he hadn’t had anything but tea this morning. He peered over his menu to look at the girl. Her hair was different today, he determined. Today all her hair was in a ponytail, and it was higher on her head. She wore a light yellow button-down with a long, light blue cardigan. Hange caught him staring at her and blushed.

“What would you two like to order?” The waitress asked him first.

“I’m gonna get a sandwich, I think,” He said, crossing his arms across his chest. “Turkey sub.” “I think I’m gonna get a chicken caesar salad,” Hange said. He nodded, grabbed the menus, and walked away.

Hange began to talk about how beautiful the flowers outside the restaurant were. They were all variants of pink, purple, yellow, and red. She described the petals and the leaves, the flowers�� origins, and all the meanings of the flowers. Levi wasn’t annoyed by her tangent this time. He actively listened to this girl talk about what fascinated her so much. He found it soothing. It made him wonder how her brain can contain all the information she was spewing at him. He enjoyed watching the way her eyes lit up when she talked. The beautiful green that blossomed at the bottom of her irises when the light hit her eyes at the right angle. The way her lips curled into a big smile when she talked to him. Her cheeks flush to a light pink when she describes the petals of the flowers or how flowers were used to express feelings when words cannot. It made his heart race.

“Levi,” Hange said. Her affect was the opposite of earlier when she was rambling. She wore a frown on her face, feeling guilty.“I’ve been rambling… sorry. It’s such a bad habit of mine. I can talk for hours and hours.”

“Don’t apologize, four-eyes,” Levi replied, leaning his elbows and forearms on the table in a crossed position. Hange smiled at him. Levi meant it. She shouldn’t apologize for talking, especially if it’s about something she loves. The food had arrived at the table. They ate. Levi felt the need to open up to her about something. He already learned so much about her, and her presence made him feel like he can open up.

“I like to run,” Levi said abruptly. Hange looked at him intently, chewing on a forkful of salad. “I don’t do it competitively or anything, but I enjoy running. I try to run once or twice a day.” Hange’s eyebrows raised and she nodded in agreement.

“That’s awesome!” She smiled again at him. “I like to run too. I’m really slow and get tired easily, but I enjoy feeling the wind in my hair and feeling my heart pound.” She took a bite of her meal again. Levi nodded and began to eat too. This sandwich was really good.

After talking some more about hobbies and school, they both finished their meal. The waiter brought over the check. Hange reached into her pocket for her wallet.

“What do you think you’re doing?” Levi asked. Hange furrowed her brows.

“I invited you out to lunch. I will pay,” Hange determined, her wallet now in her hands.

“No,” Levi said too quickly. “I will pay. It’s the least I can do. You helped me with my paper after all.”

The bickering lasted a very long minute. Before she got to think of the idea, Levi grabbed the checkbook and shoved his card inside before handing it to the waiter. Hange looked surprised. She sighed, putting her wallet away.

“Thank you, Levi. But you really didn’t have to.”

“I wanted to.”

In all honesty, Hange didn’t have much money. She worked at that library four times a week, but the money she made went towards paying off her tuition. She really wanted to treat this man, her new friend. She wasn’t sure if he thought the same way about her. Did he consider her his friend? She felt slightly embarrassed. She did most of the talking and felt like she was annoying him. Maybe he just wanted to pay so she would lay off.

But the truth is, Levi felt the opposite way of how she was thinking. He was interested to hear more from her. He was addicted to the way his heart raced when he saw her.

Over the next couple of days, Levi would go to that library whenever he was available. He knew it was closed on Sunday, so he went Monday and Tuesday to the library. Fortunately, he got his first batch of money from the brats that fried his computer. He received $100. Of course it was not enough, but it was a start. Wednesday the 17th came around. This specific day was a wild card. The weather was unpredictable. Levi entered the library just in time; it had started to downpour. The little bell rang as he entered the library. To his surprise, Hange was not working that day. There was a boy behind the counter who was tall and had a brown bowl cut hairstyle. He almost thought about turning around and leaving when he realized she wasn’t there. The rain charged towards the earth viciously, so he decided to seek shelter in the small library. It almost looked like a hurricane. He felt his mood change into a bad one. He didn’t remember to ask how often she worked.

“Hi there!” The man said. His name tag read “Moblit”. That’s a dumb name.

“I wanna use a computer,” Levi muttered, walking up to the main desk.

“Okay. Name?” Moblit grabbed the clipboard and a pen.

“Levi Ackerman.”

“Oh, I see you’ve been here before. A lot, actually.” Levi scoffed and rolled his eyes at his comment. He turned around, picked a computer, and sat down. He felt really stupid to not ask her about her schedule.

The two hours he spent working on his paper was incredibly slow. He didn’t get much done that day. He had writer’s block. He was almost done, so he didn’t worry about it too much. He didn’t know Hange’s schedule. He knew she worked Friday, the day they met; Saturday; Monday, and Tuesday. Maybe she only worked four times a week? Before he knew it, he asked Moblit aloud. It was almost an accident.

“Uh, she’ll be in on Friday,” Moblit replied. He probably couldn’t give out that information to some creep who began visiting daily with an attitude. He muttered a “thanks” before finishing up and heading out. The weather was holding up for now, so he decided to make a run for it. He didn’t say goodbye to Moblit.

He didn’t have an umbrella. The sun was trying to shine through the dark, eerie clouds. It wasn’t trying hard enough. He heard thunder rumbling in the distance.

Levi realized that this girl was all he thought about the past few days. Something about her enticed him. Something about her eyes and her presence drew him towards her. His heart skipped a beat whenever she’d graze his hand on accident, or even when she just talked to him. She made him happy. He hadn’t had too many friends in college. Although they just met last week, he felt a deep connection with her.

Suddenly, the sun poked through the clouds for a brief moment. The world lit up. It was at that moment he recognized a familiar face. Hange. She was walking towards him. She grinned when she saw him. She wore a fitted black t-shirt and baggy, light blue jeans.

“Levi!” She exclaimed. “I forgot my jacket in the library, so I came down to get it.”

“You didn’t tell me you weren’t working today.” Is all Levi said. Once he said it, he realized how creepy it must’ve sounded. A man she just met happens to go to this library to work on his project every day, who happens to come up with multiple reasons to interact with her. Maybe she thought he was a perv.

“Ehh!” She sighed. “I’m sorry! I thought I told you I was off today.” Levi shook his head. The comment itself may have sounded rude, but it wasn’t. She genuinely felt bad. “Walk with me.” Levi followed. Guess not.

“I don’t work Wednesday’s and Thursday’s. Well I’m not supposed to be,” Hange explained. “Mobilt, one of my co-workers, is always calling out sick. So I basically run the place.” They walked towards the library again and entered.

“Hey, Moblit. How’s it going?” Hange said in a normal tone, heading towards the back of the library. Moblit responded briefly, following Hange. Levi decided to hang back, he figured it was a secure area. He looked around awkwardly.

“Hange, you didn’t tell me you had a boyfriend,” Moblit said, following her towards the back.

Hange chuckled nervously. “He’s not my boyfriend,” she said bluntly. “He’s just a friend.” Moblit scoffed, rolling his eyes. “If he’s not your boyfriend, how come his mood entirely changed once he saw you?”

Hange found her jacket, folding it over her forearm. “Huh?”

“He was, like, in a bad mood when he came in. He used the computer but he seemed to be pissed or something. Now that he’s with you, he seems… tolerable.”

Hange laughed, feeling her cheeks blush. “It’s nothing like that. People have bad days, you know.”

Hange rolled her eyes and smirked, then headed towards the front of the library. “Ready?” Levi nodded and turned around.

“See you Friday,” Moblit called out. “See ya.” Hange replied.

The two started walking down the street. The air smelt of rain, and the ground was wet from the rain earlier. “Which building is your dorm in?” Hange asked. He was a bit surprised she asked him that, and she was so direct about it.

“Saint Maria,” He replied. She smiled. “Me too! I can’t believe I haven’t seen you around!” The wind picked up and the sky turned darker than before. They both looked up. “If you can’t make it to the library, you can use my desktop in my dorm room,” Hange offered. Levi’s cheeks turned bright red.

“Thanks, maybe tomorrow I can stop by,” Levi said. It was more of him thinking aloud than a statement. It was too late though, Hange already heard him. He could’ve sworn he didn’t say it aloud.

“That’s fine! I only have a class early tomorrow morning. Come by around 11, okay? My room number is 506.” Levi nodded. Thunder rolled and sounded closer now. They were almost at the dormitory building when it started to downpour. The rain was forcefully coming down on the two. Levi groaned in annoyance. He hated being in the rain. He hated being wet; he hated the wet socks and how gross he felt when it rained. He would’ve started to run to the building to seek cover, but he was taken aback by his new friend.

She was soaked and embracing it. She lifted her head up to face the sky and she laughed. It was loud, happy, genuine, and it took Levi’s breath away. Hange reached her hands out wide and spun around. He saw a strike of lightning light up the sky. He stared at her in awe. His heart swelled. Levi smiled big. After laughing, Hange looked at Levi and shared the look that he wore just a few moments ago. She loved his smile. She wished to make him smile more. She was also determined to make him laugh, too.

She grabbed his hand. “Let’s take cover!” And she pulled him into the dormitory hall. Saint Maria’s hall was beautiful. It had ceiling-to-floor glass pane windows that were always crystal clear. There was a big black modern chandelier that hung from the ceiling. It contained visible light bulbs. Hange secretly loved it. There were the same big, yellow, leather couches in the living room as there were in the study area on his floor. They both wiped their feet off on the big rug in the entryway.

“I love the rain,” Hange deduced, turning her head to look at him. As if Levi couldn’t tell. Her hand was still holding his. Levi looked up at her. “I like it, too.”

#levihan #levi x hange #levi x hanji #levihan fic #aot #snk #attack on titan #shingeki no kyojin #snk fic #aot fic #rivahan

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letswrites · 3 years ago

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what about feeling homesickness and Calum comforting her?

thaxxx! i changed a bit, hope you like ❤

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He was standing in front of her house, it's was a fresh end of the afternoon in LA, with a cool wind and a pink-shaded sunset. He had a cigarette between his fingers in one hand and the other one was resting at his side after he knocked on the door. She opened and locked it with her key "night" he checked his iPhone '5:57 pm' "almost night. And you are gorgeous. As always" "thanks, you are too" she directed her gaze to the cigarette quickly, but not quickly as he dropped it onto the ground and stubbed his foot in it. She hated when he smoked. "thought you were going to quit" "I will" "yeah and I will fly away from this damn city" "what is wrong with LA?" "It isn't home" he knew she missed her hometown, Milwaukee, and he also knew she had duties in LA and she knew that too "babe..." "It's alright" she breathed deeply before look at her boyfriend and smile "thought we were going, huh?" "Yeah, sure, let's go" "let's go" he took her hand in his empty one and they walked to her car. She had a glowing conversible candy apple red 1966 Ford Mustang that Calum was never allowed to drive "why I cannot drive?" "You know why" "oh, come on. It's old shit, honey" "no! Almost kill me isn't 'old shit'" "was an accident and you just broke an ankle" "A leg" she sat on the driver's seat and he watched how good she looked in the sunset "hey!" She snapped her fingers "aren't you coming in?" "fuck! Sorry. it's your fault!" he jumped into the car and put on the seat belt "I will not apologize for you having a terrible sense of beauty" she had low self-esteem sometimes "my sense of beauty is perfect" he leaned closer and cupped her face "just as you" "you are perfect" she smiled and pulled his neck to a passionate kiss. A calm and warm, but passionate kiss "but, seriously babe, let me drive" "no!" she turned on the engine, adjusted the mirror and backed up the car from the driveway without taking her gaze from the mirrors "that's how you back up the car with safety" he groaned, throwing his head back "It happened once! And it was an accident" "I know, just recalling" she winked and made the way for the downtown.

Last year, before they started dating, she asked Calum to back the car out of the driveway, but he did it without looking in the mirrors, according to himself "who the fuck know the right side of pen drives?" and ran over her. Accidently, of course. For luck, she just broke a leg and he took care of her, and due it, they become closer. "You know, there're some bad things that happen for good reasons" "I thought we were done with this subject" he squeezed her right hand "if I haven't given all my attention to the damn pen drive and ran over you, maybe we'd not become closer as we did" "yeah... fine, I will let you drive" she parked the car left the driver's seat "move on, Cal!" he stood up and gave her a deep and quick kiss before sat down in the driver seat and squeeze the beige leather steering wheel "I love you" "love you too, but now I'm fucking dying to know where we're going" "you were driving and I have to know?!" "yes, Mr. driver" she teased, he giggled "fine. Know a place" "good".

They were on a road that she didn't recognize "Calum" "my name" he loved when she said his name "where are we going?" "It's a surprise" "oh no. Please, don't do this to me" "sorry, babe. I didn't make the rules" "which rules?" they laughed together "okay" she turned on the radio and tried to connect with some decent station "fuck" "you know you can use your pen drive, right?" she had taken the pen drive off the car "not with you in the wheel" you know, just for caution. he rolled his eyes and she finally connected with some Latin radio station

'Once de la noche y todavía no contesta'

'Un de la mañana y todavía no hay respuesta'

"Oh, no! No way!" "What?" "I am not bilingual like you" "and...?" "Not listening to something I do not understand" "so are you graduated in Korean now?" "No..."

'Cómo hacerte entender...'

he swallowed dryly a little "don't know what are you talking about" "no? What about that time you got drunk and sang out loud BTS's songs, huh?" "Only the English parts! Now just change it" "but it's Maluma!" he looked at her without blinking and pouted "fine" he smiled like a kid

'... eres muy bonita pa' llorar por el...'

She changed the radio station once more and found a random one

'Day to night to morning, keep with me in the moment

I’d let you had I known it, why don’t you say so?'

"You got to be kidding me" she giggled "I hate this song!" "I know" she kept laughing

'You got to keep me focused, you want it? Say so'

"Just turned it off" "oh, but I like it" Calum turned off the radio "no songs for you" "hey, that's my car! Spent lots of money on it" "But I am driving" "don't make me feel more regret than I already am" he laughed and leaned quickly to kiss her cheek "hey, Cal" "hum?" "I am bored" "you're acting like a fucking kid" "no. I am a fucking kid" "well, it's not a long ride. We'll be there soon" "where is 'there'?" "Nice try, nice try" she pouted and laid her head on the window so she could stargaze and think about how lucky she is to had been run over by the man driving at her side. She was so so in love with him.

Flashback:

Some friends had texted her. Bon Jovi was going to be in town and they have two tickets more. They gave it to her of course expecting she'd invite that guy she hanged out a few times, definitely her new crush. Calum. Such a beautiful name 'thanks Roy' he had introduced them. For some miracle, she got the guts to invite him.

[4:28pm]

'Be here at 6pm'

[5:17pm]

'Your place is so far from where I am now'

'You can drive my car'

'will be there in 40 minutes'

She grinned, shook her head lightly and blocked her phone to finish her makeup 'he will never desire me' she thought even knowing she will try to impress him anyways. Was 5:55pm when he arrived "I have exactly 2 minutes in advantage" "you made it, next time I will let you have a rest" "thanks" he pecked her cheek out of breath "are you ok?" "Yes, you are just breathtaking" he laughed "oh, I am not" "yes, you're. Always" she blushed "thanks" "you're welcome. Can I have a glass of water? The bus stop is far from here, you know?" "Yeah, sure come in". She gave him a glass of water and dropped on the sofa "thanks" "how can I refuse water for someone? Especially someone like you" he arched an eyebrown "someone like me?" "Yeah" "how is someone like me?" he dropped next to her "ridiculously healthy" "oh" he giggled "thanks. I really appreciate" "so, where were you?" "someone is interested in where I was" he teased, she rolled er eyes "you love annoy me, don't you?" "And you still have to ask? Anyhow, I was hanging with a friend" "'hanging with a friend' means banging with a girl?" "What?!" He started laughing "are you jealous or something?" "No..." She blushed "just trying to know you better" "so why are you blushing?" "I..." "Relax, I was with Luke. He is planning a trip to our home country with Ash and Mikey too. So we went out to lunch, but he lives far from here..." her body relaxed and she smiled "Australia is very nice" "is the best place in the world" "yeah, except the fact that is not Minnesota" he laughed "keep dreaming, kid" "I am two months older than you" "whatever, ms. jealousy" "'m not jealous!" "you looked so relieved when I said I was with Luke" "I didn't" "it's ok, I already admitted to myself that my love life is a joke anyways" "I bet it's not true" "trust me, it is" "thought you were the kind of guy that spent the night in 3 parties and in this 3 parties, hook up with at least 2 girls. At the same time" he laughed out loud "oh, honey, I used to be that guy, and now I am feeling very proud of myself" she giggled "why you are not that guy anymore?" He cleaned his throat "well, I met this lady, some months ago, and now all I do is think on her. I made out with someone a few days ago and couldn't finish the job, because was thinking on her" 'wow that hurted' "wow... You should be with this girl right now, not with me" he looked at her, 'unfreakingbelievable' "I literally made an hour and a half trajectory in 40 minutes to go in a concert just to be in your company cause' honestly I am not going to this concert because I want to see old Jon Bon Jovi sing 'bed of roses' and take ladies to Heaven..." she giggled "why do you think I did that?" "'Cause you're an idiot" he grinned "you are right, I should be with the my romantic interest" she frowned a little and they just stayed looking inside each other's eyes for a minute "I-I think we should go" it felt like he raped her with his gaze "are you ok?" "I dunno" "alright, tell me if you will need an ambulance" "okay" "so, where is that bad boy keys?" she chuckled "here" she gave to Calum the key "please, be careful" "my middle name is safety" "really? I thought was Tomas" "details, details". They were on the driveway ready to go when she saw Ginger, her cat, with the paw stuck in the water drainage grid "oh! wait a minute" she left the car "what's wrong?" "My cat. you can back the car while I help Ginger?" "no problem. Am I allowed to listen some music, too?" "Sure. The pen drive is in the glove compartment" "'kay". she ran to Ginger to help her little baby "my God, love, I am here" Calum grabbed the pen drive in the glove compartment and started back the car slowly without looking in the mirrors "well, it's done, Ginger. You are free now" she freed her cat that ran back to the roof. Calum was fighting with the pen drive's USB entrance "why I never put that shit on the right side?" and he forgot that he was backing the car. She turned to went back to the car or they would be late and all she could see was the car's trunk colliding with her hip. When he stopped the

car she was already on the floor. She definitely needed that ambulance now.

He took her to the hospital and then back to her place. He locked the front door and she dropped onto the sofa, now with a broken leg "that was the last time you drove my car" "you're sure?" he joined her on the sofa "you will need someone to help you during the next two weeks" "I have other friends..." "So we are still friends?" "Yes" "I am sorry for ran over you" "yeah, be mad with you will not change what happened" "it's because of this that I will be the one who will take care of you. Remember? My middle name is carefulness" "Wasn't safety?" "Is a long full name, see? Calum Safety-Careful Tomas Hood" "hum, I don't think so" they laughed "sorry, again" "stop apologizing and start looking for a driver costume" "I will not do that" "why not? Would be so sexy" she bit her bottom lip "you think?" "You are already sexy so..." "I'm" they laughed "okay, you don't need a costume, but I will need help in the shower, instead" "I will love to help you with the shower" "I was thinking in call Roy" "call Roy?!" he looked a little angry "you should see your face. And I am the jealous one here" "well, I just maybe, just very very maybe am into you" she smiled and blushed a little "I am into you too" "you are saying that only because do not get turned on by Jon Bon Jovi tonight" she laughed "And you are saying this only because you ran over my leg" he turned his grin to a line "No. I really mean it" "me too" she bit her bottom lip and he smiled again "but… unfortunately, you are not literally into me" "not for too long" soon the distance between them became minimum and in a blink of eye, they kissed. They kissed like already did that for years, like their lips met each other already before, even being the first time. Calum laid her back on the sofa and things started to get hotter, soon her Bon Jovi's tank top flew across the living room. She broke the kiss "what are you doing?" "I am trying to make up, because of the concert. Do you mind?" she smiled "you really know how to fix up the things" and they kissed again, now his black tee was off and...

"Honey, 're you alright?" Calum took her off the flashback "oh, yes. Was thinking in the first time we fucked" he laughed "so delicate" "sorry, the first time we 'made love'" "uh, that was bad" she laughed "thanks for ran over me, by the way" "only you for thanks the idiot that ran over you" "well, you are an idiot, but you are my idiot" "possessive" but he was hers and he loved that "oh, shut up" he laughed "so, was thinking in the week after your leg was better, huh?" "That wasn't the first time we fucked" "It was" "no, we fucked after you took me home in the night it happened" "no, no. I fucked you that night and I thought we had fucked, but three weeks later I discovered that I was wrong" "I am not..." "The way you move, babe, when you were with the broken leg wasn't sex with you, was sex for you" she laughed "It should be a compliment?" "Yes. And a good one" "well, in that case, thank you very much" she directed her gaze back to the sky and he looked at her, he was so in love

About 30 minutes later, Calum was taking the exit on the road to Santa Monica, she had read that in a sign. "Santa Monica!" "yup" "the pier?" "Yes" "oh, you know I love a pier, is…" "…so romantic" she laughed at him pretending to be her "but, we are not here specifically because of the pier" "so why?" "You will see" "please, stop. It's killing me" "oh, you're such a drama queen" he parked the car and turned off the engine "let's go". He tugged her to the amusement park "that's so exciting! what are we gonna do?" "fucking kid" she giggled "we'll play hockey" "what?!" he guided her to the Playland Arcade "that's..." she was confused that couldn't even talk "there's a lot..." "air hockey tables? yes" "but..." "Look, I know that do not have ice and is not real hockey, but I thought you'd enjoy" he rubbed the side of his neck "hockey remembers you home, right?" she had some water on her eyes and a true smile "I would like everything since it came from you" he smiled and flipped the disk "so, let's see if the Milwaukee girl still in flames" "you definitely know nothing about Winsconsin"

She won, of course "Badgers rocked your ass Aussie boy!" as she said, and they decided to rest on the pier, her head on his shoulder and his arm around her body "that was lovely" "me losing or your very kind comment about it?" she giggled "no. You remembered the air hockey here and tried to diminish my homesickness" "I understand how bad it is" "thank you" "no, thank you" "for what?" "To be with me, to love me, I was taking the wrong way before met you, you know?" "Well, shout out to Roy" "shout out to Roy" he repeated and they laughed "I was thinking in buy a ticket for you. To go home for a few days..." she looked into his eyes "what do you think?" "don't" she said smoothly "you sure? I have been saving money to paying the first tax to a car mortgage, but it can wait..." "No, Cal. Buy your car" "but you miss home" "yes, I miss it, but..." she cupped his face "I have you here and I realized... my home is you" he smiled and dipped to kiss her. She rested her head back on his shoulder and watched the moonlight reflecting in the ocean "and you are mine" he whispered against her hair. she smiled and enjoyed his company, she was so in love with him and he was so in love with her.

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shadow-assassin-blix · 4 years ago

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Parent Trap

PART 2

Marcus Moreno x Reader

It’s hereeee! Children’s shenanigans. Yearning. A kiss.

The Artist

The rest of the week went smoothly. Artemis was very excited to have a new friend and talked about Missy often.

Friday came around, and Shade had to inform the school that she was running late in picking Artemis up. A seller was taking his sweet time, in trying to decide which of the 2 pieces he wanted, before deciding he didn’t want either.

She was annoyed; it wasn’t uncommon for a seller to act like they wanted her work before making up some excuse as to why they were no longer interested. Nor was it uncommon for a person to try and haggle for lower prices, claiming ‘you should be grateful someone even wants your business.’

She was tired to say the least.

She finally, after 45 minutes, pulled up to the school, and made her way to Artemis’s class to pick her up. She was surprised when she saw Missy sitting with her.

“Missy? What are you still doing here honey?” Shade asked concerned.

“My dad’s running late, but I have no way of contacting him to find out what’s going on,” She admitted quietly.

Shade nodded in understanding, before pulling out her phone. Marcus had made sure to give her his number the other day when they saw each other dropping their kids off.

She called him. It took about 4 rings, before he answered, out of breath “Hey Shade.”

“Hey. So. I’m here with Artemis and Missy, are you uhh.. on your way hon?” She asked politely.

She hears him swear in the background before stating, “I promise I didn’t forget about her. It appears that someone has changed every clock I know. I haven’t been able to tell time for 90% of the day.”

“Haven’t been able to tell time eh? Funny. Had something similar happen the other morning when my alarm went off an hour early. Weird how these clocks… have just magically changed for both of us,” She noted staring at the two girls suspiciously.

Both of them shrugged acting like they have no idea what she was talking about, before looking away.

“Listen, can you tell Missy I am on my way, I swear,” He requested with a sigh.

“How about this… How about I take Missy home with me, and she can stay the night? In the morning, you can bring her a change of clothes, and pick us all up for our date,” She offered with a smile.

“Are... are you sure? It’s no problem for me to come and get her, it would just be a few minutes?” He questioned hesitantly.

“It’s not a problem. We will see you in the morning, yeah?” She assured.

“Sounds good, can I talk to Missy real quick?” He politely asked.

She handed her phone over to her, and they talked for a moment before she hung.

“Alright. Let’s get outta here,” She nodded her head toward the door.

The girls grabbed their things and the three of them were off.

She gets them home and told them to get to work on their homework. She checked on dinner that was cooking in the crockpot. It was crockpot chicken and noodles.

The girls finished up their homework and were currently helping her set the table an hour later. They were both giggling and whispering to one another.

“Alright you two, enough with the whisper party. Go wash your hands, while I serve up dinner,” She tells them, shaking her head.

She grabbed their bowls and ladled them a healthy portion for all of them. She had made some fruit salad to go with it and gave them a small plate of it.

By the time their plates were ready, the girls were bouncing back into the dining room. They took their seats, and she joined them.

Missy began asking questions about Shade’s work.

“So, what kind of art do you do?” Missy politely asked.

“I do mostly pencil sketches and paint occasionally even though I don’t think I’m very good at it. Been working on some new stuff, but... Mh. not sure how I feel about it so far,” Shade explained to her.

“Ooh. What kind of new stuff?” Missy asked excitedly.

Shade went to wave it off as nothing when Artemis piped up, “She’s been drawing the Heroics and their most famous battles! Kinda like a comicbook! It’s so cool!”

“What!? That’s awesome! Can I see it sometime? I mean. If you’re okay with it?” Missy asked amazed.

“Hmm. Possibly. If…” Shade began.

“If what?” Missy questioned.

“If… you promise to fix your dad’s clocks, and not mess with them again. I understand that both of you are excited to be friends and want us to get along too, but messing with clocks and alarms is not okay,” She bargained looking at both of them.

They both looked down, wincing as they mumbled apologies and swearing that they would fix things.

“Apology accepted. Finish eating and I’ll show you my workshop,” She stated with a smile.

Both of them perked back up and began eating again happily.

Once they all had eaten and cleaned up, Shade led them to her workshop. She slid opened the double doors and presented it to Missy.

There were several desks, covered in pencils, graphite and colored, pens, paints, and brushes. There was an easel and some blank canvases resting in a corner. She walked over to one of her sketch books and opened it about midway.

“Just, uh, don’t touch the ink too much. It takes a long time to dry,” She informed them setting it down on the small table where Artemis held her art supplies.

Missy was amazed. She stared at all of the drawings of Miracle Guy, Sharkboy & Lavagirl, Tech-No, and many other Heroics. She noticed one thing though.

“You haven’t drawn my dad yet?” She mentioned looking up at her.

“No. I haven’t. I for whatever reason… cannot seem to draw him. Every time I do, I worry I’ll mess it up. Your dad meant a great deal to me at one point,” Shade tells her, thinking fondly of Marcus.

Missy and Artemis looked at each other, a plan forming.

They spoke a little more about art and what Shade does before the girls ran upstairs to go play.

Or so Shade thought…

The Hero

Marcus was finishing up some paperwork that had piled up over the week when Miracle Guy stepped into his office.

“What are you still doing here, man? Shouldn’t you be at home? With your kid?” Miracle asked him.

“Can ask you the same thing, MG?” Marcus countered, referring to his nickname.

“Had a job I just came from. Mission report. Saw your light was still on, figured I should check on our fearless leader,” Miracle lightly teased.

Marcus simply hummed in response.

“So. What’s been going on with you? You’ve been jittery all week. I had thought it had something to do with the incident at Missy’s school, but now… not so sure,” Miracle brought up, sitting across from Marcus.

“Remember… when we first started out? I was with that artist?” Marcus began, biting his lip.

“Yeah. The really pretty one, that you wound up breaking up with, right?” Miracle recalled.

“Mh. Her daughter is now best friends with my daughter… and we have a date tomorrow… and I honestly… don’t know how I feel,” Marcus confessed, setting his pen down, the report no longer distracting him.

“Wh-… What? Seriously? Wow. What a small world? I mean… this is the first time you’ve gone out since Isabelle died right? I think it’s only natural that you’re nervous. But… it’s also with someone you’ve been with. I doubt she’s changed that much in 15 years,” Miracle noted with a shrug.

“Yeah. I just… hmm. I don’t know. I am nervous… but I’m also…excited? Happy? I mean… I wanted to marry this girl back in college, but life… got in the way. I guess… I’m just worried I’ll mess it up,” Marcus admitted with a sigh.

“Oh? You never told me that part? Listen. It’s one date. If you don’t feel sparks fly or whatever then, it’s not meant to be. But if you do, explore it. You deserve to be happy Marcus,” Miracle stated.

Marcus opened his mouth to reply when his phone rang.

He answers noticing it was Shade’s number.

“Hey, what’s-” He began.

“Dad! You should get over here! Like quickly! As fast as possible!” Missy voice came, rushed.

Marcus goes to question her, but the line ends.

Marcus quickly gets up, grabs his things and runs out to his car. The drive under normal circumstances was 20 minutes, but he was there in half that time.

He ran up to the door, banging on it, panicked.

When the door opened, Shade stood there, looking extremely confused.

“Marcus?” She greeted staring at him concerned.

“Are the girls okay? Missy called and told me I should get here,” Marcus explained quickly.

“Yes. They’re fine. They went upstairs to play?” She answered still confused.

“But they had your phone? And she sounded worried?” Marcus recalled the phone call.

She suddenly patted her pockets, looking around trying to find her phone.

The Artist

It slowly dawned on her what happened.

“GIRLS! GET DOWN HERE RIGHT NOW” She yelled up the stairs.

A moment passed, and neither of them heard movement.

“I am so sorry Marcus. Artemis… must have grabbed my phone while I wasn’t looking,” She apologized, moving to go upstairs.

Marcus stopped her.

“Hey, so long as everyone is okay. Even though a CERTAIN YOUNG LADY IS GROUNDED. I’m sorry for almost busting your door down with my knocking,” He tells her, shouting part of his sentence up the stairs.

A loud groan could be heard in response.

“AS IS ANOTHER CERTAIN YOUNG LADY,” Shade mentioned loudly.

Cue another loud groan.

“Would… would you like some water?” Shade offered, twirling a lock of her hair.

“Yes. I would actually,” Marcus accepted gratefully.

The two of them stepped into her kitchen. Shade grabbed him a glass and filled it with water, before handing it to him. He downed about half of it, before setting it back down, wiping his mouth.

“So. What… what happened?” Marcus asked trying to understand.

She thought about it, trying to retrace the evening.

“Oh…. I showed them…some of my artwork… and Missy asked me why I hadn’t drawn you yet,” She realized.

“Oh? Ahem. So… Why…Why haven’t you drawn me yet?” He asked hesitantly and trying to hide his curiosity.

“I told her it was because… I was worried I would mess it up and that you meant a great deal to me… which is somewhat true… I have drawn you…but I always feel like… they didn’t do you justice,” She quietly admitted to him, not making eye contact. “Kind of hard to draw someone you were in love with for years. Especially when those feelings never quite went away.”

The Hero

He was surprised to hear that. He didn’t quite know how to respond. He did… know one thing though.

He moved around the island over to her.

“Forgive me… if this is too forward,” He whispered to her.

He gently cupped her face into his hands, and pressed a small, hesitant kiss to her lips. When she didn’t pull away or slap him, he kissed her again, but just a smidge longer.

He felt her arms move, sliding around his neck. He was extremely relieved when he felt her kiss him back. He lightly pinned her against her the island, his hands moving to her waist. They wrapped around her, pulling her close.

Their kiss lasted for a minute and would’ve gone longer if it weren’t for the fact that they heard giggles coming from the stairway.

They pulled away slowly.

“I told you that my daughter’s favorite movie was the Parent Trap, right? We’ve been Parent Trapped,” She whispered against his lips.

“You also said her number one favorite was The Mummy, which I guess it’s a good thing they didn’t unleash an unspeakable evil to get us together,” Marcus joked.

“This is true. You 2 are still grounded by the way, and Mrs. Moreno will be informed of that fact tomorrow when we leave you with her to go on our date,” She threw over shoulder.

There was a sound of 2 pairs of feet scurrying back upstairs.

“You… you still want to go out tomorrow?” Marcus inquired, hopeful.

“Yeah. Yeah, I do. If you still want to,” She mentioned, biting her lip.

“Yeah. I do. Though… I think I should go grab my little delinquent, and take her home, so you can sleep without anymore “emergencies.” Plus, I apparently need to talk to her about boundaries,” Marcus noted as he slowly stepped away from her.

“Yeah. I apparently have to have a similar conversation. We’ll see you tomorrow?” She said with a smile.

“Yeah. Tomorrow. Umm. Just one last thing,” Marcus hurriedly said.

He pulled her into another kiss, that she returned with a sigh.

When he finally pulled away again, he simply said, “One wasn’t enough.”

He called for Missy to come downstairs and get her things. He told her that a slumber party will have to wait for another time. As he took Missy home, he couldn’t help the smile on his face, as he thought about Shade.

He knew his evening was far from over, but he couldn’t wait until tomorrow.

#marcus moreno #marcus moreno x reader #we can be heroes #parent trap au

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joon-ipersgirl · 4 years ago

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O5 - “the coveted client”

genre: mafia!au, angst, fluff, slow burn, mystery-thriller

pairing: namjoon x reader (f)

word count: 4.6k

warnings: cursing

summary: charismatic. beautiful. fearless without question. the ambitious team of seven young men in charge of spiral, downtown district's hottest new club, go above and beyond to provide 100% satisfaction to their clients.

after an eventful night out, you have no choice but to join the team for property damages greater than your intern salary. challenging a series of events that can no longer be left to coincidence, secrets threaten to burst at the seams as your professional and private life collide, and another - more sinister - debt is added to your total.

how far are you willing to go to pay back your pound of flesh? remember nothing is ever as it seems...

a/n: hello friends. here is part 5. leave a comment on how you're feeling about this story. i'm debating on discontinuing it from tumblr. thank you vi for reading as always. enjoy everyone :)

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Training tonight @ 6pm. Don’t be late. You read the incoming text with a grin. Even in text, Suga is straight to the point. Shoving your phone back into your pants pocket, you leave the small kitchenette and head back to your small desk with a fresh cup of coffee in hand. You can still remember the looks of horror on the boys’ faces after Suga announced your immediate hire and it’s been two weeks since then. Was it wrong to take pleasure in their discomfort? Probably. Would you stop? Never.

“Is that a smile I spy on Miss Y/N Y/L/N’s face? The Devil must be here to collect his wife,” Paul exclaims as you sit back down. You laugh and prop your chin on your hand as you stare at him over your desktop screen.

“Can a woman not just be happy, Paul? Why does it have to come at the expense of a man?” you ask, a fake feign of hurt in your voice.

“Of course women can. Just not you,” he says with a shrug of his shoulders. You shake your head, your smile still present on your face. Paul would not ruin your good mood.

“Ouch. That one might have hurt if I actually gave a fuck about your opinion of me,” you say while reorganizing the folders Manager Kim had dropped onto your desk from the day before.

“Y/N! Language!” Laura chides as she walks into your cramped office space. You roll your eyes and flip through the countless papers on your desk to order them in order of priority.

It’s honestly a miracle that none of you manage to murder each other while you work though it’s crossed your mind several times. JM Events and Affairs is a lucrative event planning company, but apparently could not afford to at least place its clerks in a room larger than 500 sq ft. Being entry level is a struggle most days, but eventually it would all pay off and you would become a successful event planning guru. For now though, you’re stuck here with the imbeciles you had to call co-workers.

“Manager Kim wants to see us in her office,” James says as he pokes his head around the wall of the cubicle, his glasses slipping down the bridge of his nose. “Now,” he emphasised. He doesn’t wait for you to follow.

Paul shoots you and Laura a raised brow of confusion as you grab your notepads and file down the long corridor to Manager Kim’s well decorated office. She’s an older woman who’s been in the business longer than you’ve been alive. She credits her success to always staying ahead of the trend even if she didn’t create it, though most times she did. Her style is impeccable and she is meticulous as she is jovial. She’s, quite simply, a genius.

James has already taken a seat in one of the two plush grey chairs in front of her large, industrial sized desk. Rows of colorful binders are organized on her desk - no doubt detailing the new events the company is planning on hosting. Manager Kim enjoys the arts and it’s evident from the variety of paintings that hang on the wall. Today, she’s dressed in a powder blue knit sweater that matches whatever shade of nail polish she wears tucked into a pair of belted, high waisted wide leg pants. Her matching steel toe boots peek from underneath.

“Ah, good. You’re all here,” she begins as she sits behind her desk. You gesture for Laura to take the other available seat as you stand behind James and Paul stands next to you.

“We have a new client considering the company for an event. He’s very important for future networking opportunities so I expect the very best work from you.” Manger Kim usually wasted no time getting straight to the point and today is no different. “In fact, I’ve been monitoring your work very closely because I knew a client like this would be coming very soon,” she stands from her desk, navy blue binder in hand.

“What kind of event is he planning on having?” James inquires, his pen ready to take notes.

“He didn’t give specific details, but I’m sure if we can book him for this minor event, he’ll give us the main one. I’m quite sure of it.” Manager Kim snaps the binder shut and smiles at you all. Her white blonde bob is immaculate, not a single strand out of place.

“Should we start drafting ideas now?” Laura asks.

“Yes, I need several drafts from each of you by 4pm this afternoon. Please have them -”

“Are we just supposed to forget about the other events we have coming up? This guy didn’t even give us any major details for effective planning!” Paul interrupts. Manager Kim turns to look at him.

“Well Paul, if this client is of no importance to you -” Paul tries to backtrack, but to no avail as Manager Kim continues on “- I will not need your drafts or your portfolio.” She beams at him and Paul blanches. You grimace.

“As I was saying. Please have your portfolios and 4 drafts submitted to me by 4pm today. They should be in priority order and include everything from food to colors, entertainment and venues. Remember, the customers knows best -”

“- but finesse, finesse, finesse,” you, Paul, James, and Laura finish. Manager Kim should have that framed and put on her wall.

“Lovely. Goodbye,” she waves no longer looking at you, already lost in her grueling event editing process. You knew better than to loiter and the four of you head back to your small workspace.

“You really fucked up there Paul,” you say as you sit down at your desk.

“Thanks, Y/N,” Paul deadpans. He drops his head quite heavily on his desk. Laura winces.

“It’s okay, Paul. Maybe you can still show her something and -” she starts.

“You know Manager Kim isn’t the forgiving kind,” James interrupts. “There’s nothing more he can do,” he finishes nonchalantly.

“I hate to agree -” you begin.

“No you don’t,” Paul cuts in.

“- but James is right. Manager Kim is all about quick thinking and Paul failed that test. He’ll have another time to redeem himself, but he has to sit this one out. You should be happy, Laura. Less competition,” you say with a shrug and flip open your notepad to start drafting.

“Do you even have an empathetic bone in your body, Y/N?!” Laura hisses as she walks over to rest a hand on Paul’s shoulder.

“Sometimes,” you reply. “But everyone has to eat and I refuse to go to sleep on an empty stomach.”

Laura looks disgusted at your answer and she goes back to consoling Paul. James had left the conversation a long time ago and you admired his ability to ignore almost everyone around him. His coldness and detachment made him ruthless in an unsuspecting way and you’d learned the hard way not to underestimate him. Laura would learn eventually that while people thought it was the strong who survived, it was really those who were able to adapt to any environment that really thrived.

It’s after lunch that you receive an email from Manager Kim requesting for you to meet her in the lobby in fifteen minutes without any further explanation. You ask no questions and sit in the lobby, counting the people that come out of the elevator that were not Manager Kim. It’s already 1:24 pm and you’ve just started your third draft. Creating on a time crunch with no real guidance is no walk in the park and you try to keep your frustrations under control as you run through possible color combinations for the event.

“Y/N! There you are! Let’s go,” Manager Kim calls as she exits the building without checking to see if you follow.

You scramble to grab your purse and notepad, scurrying across the lobby in the high heels she insists you wear. Manager Kim is already seated in a company car as you yank the passenger side door open and fall into the seat.

“Very good,” she says and wastes no time pulling into traffic. You awkwardly try to secure your seatbelt as she zips through the small spaces between cars. Gods protect you from this woman and her hazardous driving.

“Where are we going?” you ask after you manage to situate your purse, coat, and notepad in your lap comfortably.

“Downtown. We’re meeting with the client.”

“We?!” you repeat, surprised.

“That’s what I said isn’t it? We’re also late,” she says as she makes a sharp right turn onto Matthews St. You barely miss hitting a cyclist and you send up another small prayer for you to make it to your destination safely.

“What about the drafts and portfolios? Aren’t you going to review -”

“Did I say I wasn’t?” She glances over at you from the corner of her eye and you close your mouth. You would not fail this test.

Manager Kim pulls over into an impossibly tight space in front of a large corporate building that reads Hastings and Lewis. A well established law firm if you remember correctly. It has to be at least 14 stories high and exudes the architect’s vision of simple modern design with large windows and exposed steel structural support. You both exit the car and you align your steps with hers, your heels clicking in time against the marble flooring as you enter the building. You say good afternoon to the doorman who simply nods at you in greeting.

“Hello. How can I help you?” the receptionist asks behind the raised desk, her head barely visible.

“Yes, hello. My name is Madeline Kim. I have an appointment to speak with Mr. Cavallero at 2:15pm.” You glance at the clock behind the receptionist. 1:53pm. You bite your lip to hold your outburst. To be early is to be on time, you could hear her say.

The receptionist smiles and nods as she searches her computer for the appointment. “Yes, here it is. Please have a seat. Someone will come and get you shortly.”

Manager Kim nods and perches in one of the available seats. You shake your head as you take a seat next to her, ignoring the itching in your palm to pull out your notepad and finish your drafts. You can tell by the way Manager Kim is sitting, not scrolling through her various binders or the calendar on her phone, this is a formal interview and you would not be the one to fuck it up. There would be time to finish the drafts. You would make sure of it.

“Ms. Kim?” A young man in a sharp, black suit stands in the center of the room smiling at you. 2:05pm. Right on time. “If you could follow me this way, please.” He turns towards the golden elevators and you follow behind him. “My name is Lewis Carlisle and I am the assistant to Mr. Cavallero,” he tells you as he pushes the button for the 10th floor. He sticks his hand out for each of you to shake.

“It’s very nice to meet you, Mr. Carlisle. Thank you for having us. This is my assistant, Ms. Amani Jung.” A lie, but you go with it.

“A pleasure to meet you,” you say with a bright smile and a firm handshake. He returns a smile of his own.

The elevator doors open and you follow Mr. Carlisle through the open workspace plan. This is the kind of place that promoted collaboration and teamwork. How could it not when the light airy feeling made you want to turn to your neighbor and ask them what they thought about a particular problem? JM Events and Affairs should have hired their interior designer. Maybe some of their employees wouldn’t struggle as much to meet their deadlines.

“Mr. Cavellero unfortunately will not be able to meet with you in person today -” Manager Kim’s smile tightens at his words “- but he did relay all of his expectations for the company brunch,” Lewis says as he holds open the door to a small meeting room. It’s in the center of the floor and the walls are made of pure plexiglass. It screamed expensive.

“How wonderful,” Manager Kim comments as she sits down and sets her purse down on the ground.

“Would either of you like something to drink? Water? A Coke?”

“ A water with light ice will do, thank you,” she says.

“I’ll take a bottle of water, please,” you reply and sit down beside Madeline. You discreetly pull out your design notepad along with your actual note-taking pad. Lewis nods and promises to return quickly with your drinks as well as the file containing the event details.

“You seem upset,” you comment while scribbling down the words brunch and law firm onto a new blank sheet for your fourth and final draft, your brain already conjuring up ideas.

“What makes you think that?” she asks, turning to you slightly as she too sets up her own note-taking station.

“Your smile failed to meet your eyes,” you say nonchalantly. From the corner of your eye, you see her break into a grin as Lewis enters the room, a cup of water in one hand, a bottle in the other, and a slim manilla folder tucked underneath his arm.

“Thank you again, Mr. Carlisle,” Manager Kim says with another bright smile, her hand in his as they shake hands again.

“You’re very welcome. I’m sure Mr. Cavallero will love what you put together for brunch,” he replies.

The meeting seems to be a success and you’d gained some much needed insight for your fourth draft while being Madeline’s “assistant”. You’re no longer paying attention as you exit the meeting room and head back towards the main elevator, Madeline and Lewis making polite conversation. You run over all of your drafts as you check the time discreetly. It’s 3:20pm. You would still have enough time to review your plans and work on the others files Manager Kim had assigned. You grin in victory.

“Mr. Cavallero!” Lewis exclaims as the elevator doors open.

The man is an older gentleman with neatly groomed hair and warm brown eyes. His coal grey suit is neatly pressed, a sharp crease present in the center of his pant leg. Definitely high quality and only dry-cleaned. His smile displays a set of perfect of white teeth. As he steps out of the elevator, holding it open so it wouldn’t close, the Armani Exchange watch glitters under the artificial lights.

“Mr. Carlisle. I assume this must be our event coordinators. I’m sorry I couldn’t meet with you. An emergency meeting was called for a major case,” he apologizes.

“I understand, Mr. Cavallero. Things are sometimes out of our control. No need to explain,” Madeline says with a smile as she enters the elevator. You follow behind her. “Mr. Carlisle was quite capable. I will have Miss Y/L/N send over the final details for the event by Friday for your approval.”

Mr. Cavallero’s eyes shift over to you and he smiles. “I look forward to it. Enjoy the rest of your day, ladies.” He let the doors go as Lewis tells you goodbye, the doors closing off the last of his words.

Manager Kim’s shoulders visibly relax as you descend to the lobby, but you make no comment. Though their conversation was brief, something had clearly transpired between them. Madeline seems to have noticed you watching her as she inhales and fixes her posture. She was back to business.

“I assume I don’t have to tell you not to say anything about this meeting?” she asks as she nods her thanks to the doorman, your steps once more in sync as you exit the high rise building.

“What meeting?” You say with a grin as you wait for her to unlock the company car.

The heat of the staircase in Spiral welcomes you again like a familiar friend after not seeing them for a long time. There is still the hustle and bustle of vendors dropping off boxes as the final details of the new designs are being put into place. People couldn’t wait to see how Spiral had fared after the robbery - which you still didn’t believe was actually what happened - and it seems like Friday’s opening night couldn’t come soon enough. Even Paul and Laura were considering stopping by after all of the shit they talked before.

You enter the main space and glance around, looking for one of the boys. Your purse bag is heavy from the event files and you head over to set it on top of the bar while resting your aching feet. Paul, Laura, and James could not believe you’d managed to turn in your drafts and portfolio at exactly 3:57pm after being gone so long; they would eventually learn to not underestimate you. You glance around again and notice a group of people sitting in one of the newly upholstered booths quietly chatting to one another across the way. Were these the new employees?

“Already lounging on the first day of the job, Y/L/N?”

You look to your left as you shrug off your heavy overcoat and see Honcho coming around the bar, a pile of clothes in his hands.

“Of course not. I just wasn’t sure who to report to,” you say with a shrug.

“Well, you’re looking at him,” he replies with a grin. You have to stop your mouth from falling open. Of all people, it had to be him? “What? Are you disappointed?” he asks as he continues across the room to the small group. You grab your stuff and walk over after him.

“No, I just thought -”

“Thought it would be Suga? As much as you like to charge in and demand shit sweetheart, Suga is a very busy man and doesn’t have the time to appease you all the time. Sit,” he commands with a jerk of his head. You narrow your eyes at him, but obey. It’s only then that you notice the other five persons staring at you in confusion as you bickered. You swallow the urge to huff in annoyance as Honcho begins speaking.

“Thank you all for being on time. Congratulations on being hired. I’m Honcho and I’ll be your manager at Spiral. You’ll meet the rest of the guys later. These are your uniforms. We have a strict adherence uniform policy, so please do your best to be dressed in your proper attire. If you have long hair, it will be tied up or back in a bun or ponytail. Ladies, we ask that you wear red lipstick to match our colors. We’ve also given you options for bottoms: a skirt or pants.” Honcho holds up a pair of each for demonstration. “Whatever you decide to wear is up to you. We only ask that all your shoes are closed toed and we would prefer no sneakers; we’re trying to sell a vibe here. Any questions?” He doesn’t wait for anyone to speak up. “No? Great. If you could introduce yourselves to each other, that’d be fantastic.” He looks over to the boy on the other side of the booth.

“Uh, hi. My name is Micah. I’m 21 and recently graduated from college.” He tosses up a small wave before pushing his glasses further up his nose. He’s narrow shouldered and naturally blonde. Cute, if you will. They would chew him up and eat him alive if he continued to be so timid.

“Hey, I’m Luca. I’m 23 and a graduate student at Oberman.” Luca definitely fit the vibe Spiral os going for with his dark hair and dark eyes. He would have no problem wooing the numerous women who would walk through the door. A great business move in your opinion.

“Hey y’all, Savannah here. I’m 22 and working part time while in school.” Another blonde hair, blue-eyed coworker. How fun. The bubbles in champagne had nothing on her as she beams at the rest of you around the table.

“I’m Jack. I’m 24 and I guess I’m here to save up for a new car? Need some extra cash,” he finishes with a bashful grin. The girl next to you snorts. Jack is a big man with broad shoulders and you would assume he was hired as additional security based on his size. Imagine a man as big as him bringing over your strawberry mojito? Exactly.

“Giselle. 21. Law student. Loans have to pay themself off somehow right?” Luca laughs and Giselle smiles. Yuck. If you weren’t already sick of the office romance - if you could call it that - between Laura and Paul at JM, you were going to have to endure another one here? Gods be with you.

“Y/N Y/L/N. I’m 22 and an event planner,” you say nonchalantly and turn to Honcho, waiting for his next instructions.

“Not going to tell us the reason you’re here?” he smirks and you roll your eyes.

“You’d like that wouldn’t you?”

“I’d like a lot of things, Y/L/N. In fact, I can think of a few -”

“Gross,” you say, interrupting him, your face turned down in disgust. He laughs.

“Always think someone wants something from you, huh?” He shakes his head, still chuckling. “Everyone, go get changed and I’ll explain your duties to you once you get back.”

The six of you ease out of the booth, grabbing your uniforms as you head to the restrooms to get changed. As you follow Savannah and Giselle, you can’t help but scan the hallway for anything you could have missed as the memory of your second night here flashed across your mind. There had to be something that you were missing.

“I hope these uniforms are cute,” Giselle grumbles as she steps into an empty stall.

“I’m sure it’ll look great,” Savannah chirps.

You step into your own individual stall and drop your stuff on the floor. Slipping out of your heels, you step out of your slacks and tug off your blouse. You hold up the uniform shirt. It’s a plain black t-shirt with the letters in red spelling out Spiral in a spiral formation. The pants are made of a faux leather shiny material. They look tight and the sides have cut outs with strings laced in them from hip to ankle. The skirt is exactly the same. You sigh. This was really the vibe?

You dress quickly and tug on your Doc Martens. Honcho would have to wait for the lipstick. Exiting the stall, you see Savannah trying to adjust the strings on her pants while chewing her lip.

“Is it supposed to be this exposed?” she asks, checking herself out in the mirror.

“Yeah, I’m pretty sure,” Giselle says exiting the stall and tugging down the hem of her skirt.

“So much for equality in the workplace huh?” you say. The two of them laugh.

The three of you return to the main space, Micah, Luca, and Jack already back at the booth with Honcho. Their eyes widen when they see you.

“Looking good ladies,” Honcho calls with his traditional large grin. Of course he would comment.

“Yeah, yeah. What’s next?” Giselle asks as she wiggles her way back into the booth, trying to cover her modesty.

“We’re going to take a tour of the facilities, get you acquainted with the space, and fill out the last pieces of paperwork. We’ll also have you help with some of the decorations; don’t worry, you’re going to get paid for this session. Then, we’ll see you on Friday for your shifts,” he replies. “Alright, let’s go.”

Again, he doesn’t wait for you to follow. As you’re setting your belongings down to catch up with the rest of the group, you spot Jin heading towards the bar. Just the man who you needed to see.

“Are you coming Y/N?” Savannah calls to you as the group heads up to the second level.

“Yeah, I’ll be right there!” you lie, knowing damn well you’re going to ambush Jin. You pretend to search for something in your purse as you double-check the group is far enough on the second level to not notice you not following before you head over to Jin.

“Well hello Jin,” you say as you wiggle your way onto a bar stool.

“Y/N,” he says with a chuckle. “What can I do for you?”

“Just answer a few simple questions.” you smile as you rest your chin on your palm.

“Alright,” he replied skeptically.

“Where’d you move the body?” The bottle of Aperol nearly slips out of his grip as he turns to look at you.

“Excuse me?” There’s no laughter in his voice.

“The body of the man in the bathroom,” you clarify. “How’d you get it to disappear like that?”

“I have no idea what you’re talking about,” he replies, busying himself with stocking up the bottles of alcohol under the shelf. He won’t meet your eyes. You know he’s lying; his body language says it all.

“Oh come on, Jin. You can tell me. It’s not like I’m going to go to the cops or anything,” you say nonchalantly. “Clearly they didn’t seem to care since they weren’t that thorough with their questions.”

“Y/N, I really don’t know what you’re talking about. You were concussed remember? Maybe you imagined whoever you’re talking about.” He glances up at you. You roll your eyes.

“Really Jin? You’re going to use the concussion line on me? You knew that I shot him; I told you that. I just want to know where you put him and why there were no reports of a missing man from the incident on the news at all,” you say with a shrug. He finally turns to face you.

“Maybe nobody reported him missing. Maybe he slipped out after you ducked behind the bar. What does it matter? Look, it was a traumatic night. For all of us. I don’t know anything about whatever or whoever you’re talking about. Hell, you probably don’t know either. Please, don’t make this working relationship anymore difficult for yourself than it already is. Just come in, keep your head down, and head out.” His hands are splayed out on the bar and the distance between you has closed significantly from when he’d started talking as he stares you down. “Worry about the things that concern you, like repaying your debt.” His tone is sharp and final. There’s no friendliness in his face either.

“Y/L/N! You’re not getting paid to sit on that pretty little ass of yours. Get up here now!” Honcho yelles down to you over the railing of the second floor balcony.

Ignoring Honcho, you cock your head and look at Jin again, thinking. “Okay Jin. Heard you loud and clear.”

You hop off the bar stool and adjust your skirt. You say nothing further as you head upstairs. It seems as though Jin would be of no help to you, but honestly, it didn’t matter. If it didn’t concern you, why was Jin lying about knowing what man you were talking about? Why had Suga tried to discreetly cover up that paper in his office the other day? What was really going on at Spiral? You’re determined to figure it, even if you have to work extra hours to do it. What happens in the dark must eventually come to light.

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lost-your-memory · 5 years ago

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I have another prompt for my dear! please could i have a college au where cat and kara are room mates who are secretly dating and Cat’s parents surprises them. please can you include the line “for gods sake put on some pants kara.” NC x

It took FOREVER to finish this (one night, one day and almost half another night) but I hope you like it. It’s full AU, Cat & Kara are about the same age in this fic (around 23 & 25yo probably), I took a lot of liberties (Cat might feel a little OOC, I’m not happy about it but since they’re young ... why not?) and I added a twist at the end for the actual line of the prompt. Careful, it’s rated E Thanks NASCAR anon for this prompt!

—

“It’s perfect!”

Kara’s excitement echoes in the apartment.

“Of course it is! I lived here, until a week ago …” Lois replies, sounding amused. “Now, the thing you have to know about this perfect, cheap rent-controlled, three-bedrooms apartment with the real pine-wooden floor, the high ceilings, the many windows that let in as much sunlight as possible …”

Kara narrows her eyes at her friend, sensing that there’s a catch coming.

“… Is that it comes with a roommate.” Lois finishes with a smile.

It’s a cartoon worthy scene; Kara’s jaw all but drop in astonishment. Lois doesn’t even look sheepish, Kara absentmindedly notices. If anything, she looks almost smug, as if proud of her little prank.

“I’m not taking it,” Kara flats out declare, grabbing her backpack and moving toward the door. “I can’t believe I got my hopes up, I should have known better.”

“Hey, what does that even mean?” Lois calls after her, sounding outraged. “Hey! Kara, come on. You know you won’t be able to afford anything else as nice and as close as everything you want.”

That makes Kara pauses, because it’s nothing but the truth.

The apartment is spacious, luminous, close to everything she needs and it even has a small garage next to the building where she could park her bike. Not to mention that the cheap rent is nothing short of a miracle, especially in this neighborhood.

Kara hesitates, hovering near the entrance. She quickly studies her options. Alex did tell her she was welcome for as long as she needed but she knew her sister’s patience was starting to grow thin, especially since Lucy came back from her semester abroad and was now living with her. Lena would be more than happy to have her but the situation in between them was still a little weird and beside, Kara didn’t want to risk stumbling upon either Lex or Lillian Luthor. Winn would be over the moon but her exuberant friend would be too much for her in less than a week, she could bet her weight in potstickers.

“I hate you,” Kara mutters under her breath. She needs a place to stay and this apartment is her best option, she knows it. Turning around, she glares at her friend “Why didn’t you tell me about the roommate in the first place?”

“I knew you needed to see the place, first. It’s a really good place, you know?” Lois gestures around, encompassing her surroundings. Kara can only nods because the large living room full of bookcases already feels like home, just like the all-equipped American kitchen on the other side of the place, with an island that has stools in front of it.

“Still. Not cool,” Kara mumbles and this time, Lois does look a little contrite. “Anyway, where’s the roommate?”

“She’s abroad for the moment, she’ll be back in a week or so. I already texted her to inform her, she’s … Well,” Lois trails off, looking a little thoughtful. Kara narrows her eyes again. “She’s something, that’s for sure.”

Kara groans and rubs at her eyes.

“Meaning she’s not happy you trapped her with a new roommate in her absence. That’s just great, thanks a lot Lois.” Kara sighs, looking down to search for her phone in her backpack. “Who’s she, anyway? What does she do?”

Lois doesn’t reply right away. Kara finds her phone and looks up, following Lois line of sight and landing on a frame hanged on the wall, near one of the bookshelves.

“You have got to be kidding me … Your roommate is your ex?” Kara asks, stepping forward to study the picture.

It shows Lois on the left, radiant with a carefree smile and her dark hair wind-whipped around her head, looking down at a smaller, blond woman whose smile is a little more reserved but her hazel green eyes are lit up with joy and love. They look incredibly happy, standing close to each-others and with a jungle waterfall in the background.

“You’re moving in with my cousin and leaving me to deal with your ex? That’s a new low for you, Lois,” Kara accuses, turning an angry glare to her friend.

“Come on Kara, it’s not like that!” Lois retorts, sounding a little hurt. “Cat and I are still best friends. We broke up a long time ago, way before I met Clark …”

Lois glances at the picture and her eyes soften in a way that tells Kara she probably doesn’t know the whole story there.

“Does she know who I am?” Kara groans, because she doesn’t need more drama in her life.

“Not specifically, no. She knows you’re a friend of Lucy,” Lois replies. “I’m not sure it’s a good idea to tell her, not right away at least.”

“Gee, talk about a poisoned apple …” Kara mutters, looking around at the splendid apartment that came with such a high price. “Anything else I should know about?”

“Yes … Cat’s the heir of a big, big law-firm. Her parents are … Well, loaded doesn’t even start to cover it. They’re all the way up next to the Kennedy, the Clinton or whatever rich family you can think of, when it comes to the level of wealth.”

“And that’s important because …” Kara prods, arching an unimpressed brow.

“Because that reaction, right there, slightly judgmental and downright provocative, will get you ejected in no time,” Lois retorts, rolling her eyes. “Cat’s family is very rich, sure, but she actually works really, really hard to get by on her own. The only money she accepts from her parents is for her birthday and at Christmas and I’m pretty sure she gives most of it to a bunch of charity association anyway.”

“She works?” Kara snorts, disbelief clear in her voice.

“She does, yes. She’s a law student but she’s also taking a bunch of Business and Communication night classes, when she’s not tutoring or working as a part-time assistant for Perry White.”

Kara doesn’t say anything to that. She figures if the woman works so much, she won’t be around too often and maybe, maybe this arrangement will work.

“Alright. I’m taking it,” Kara sighs and she waves a threatening finger in front of Lois when her friend smiles victoriously. “However, this goes against my better judgment and don’t think you’ll get away with this so easily.”

“Sure, whatever you say, super puppy,” Lois replies with a laugh before handing over the keys and the paperwork.

—

“You’re the new roommate,” a voice comes from the entrance of her bedroom.

Kara doesn’t even startle. Instead, she finishes writing the line she’s started and then put down her pen, flexing her fingers to chase the slight cramp that threatens to spread.

Eventually, she looks up from her essay and falls into a pair of startlingly bright hazel eyes. It’s a little mesmerising, with golden sparkles swirling in it that somehow highlight the very faint freckles on her eyes and cheeks.

“I don’t know if ‘new’ is the right word,” Kara retorts, eying the woman standing in her door frame. She’s small but somehow, her presence is very commanding. She breathes power and authority, especially with the powerful black high-heels, the black pencil skirt and matching jacket opened on a crisp white shirt. “I’ve been living here for three months, now.”

It had been like living with a ghost, so far, and a fancy one with that. One that left leftovers sushi in the fridge, that drinks wine and seems to have a soft spot for dark chocolate, who dresses all fancy and sometimes forgets a pair of shoes, a shirt or a jacket in the living room, who stacks up books as if it was collector and who leaves a very strong, heady trail of spicy yet woody perfume behind.

Kara hadn’t minded in the least, glad to have the space for herself on the rare moments she’d been in. Still, her curiosity had more than once left her hesitating in front of the perfectly white door, devoid of any posters or decorative element in any kinds, that led to Cat’s bedroom.

Cat smiles, slowly.

She looks a little older than in the picture that still hangs on a wall in the living room. Her hair, of a distinct shade of golden blond, is shorter and barely brushes her shoulders now, lazily curling toward the end. She’s wearing makeup but it’s light, as far as Kara can tell. No daring lipstick, no pronounced contour or strong blush, it’s all carefully applied to give the illusion of something natural.

Kara leaves her desk and comes to stand in front of Cat, distractingly noticing she’s still a little taller despite the daring high-heels.

“Kara Danvers,” she introduces herself, extending a hand. “Pleasure.”

Cat looks at the hand and seems to hesitate for a moment. Kara doesn’t back off and waits, not looking away.

Eventually, Cat seizes Kara’s fingers and gives them a firm handshake. “Cat Grant. Likewise.”

After that, Cat leaves without a word and Kara takes a deep breath, inhaling the woody perfume that still hangs in the air.

—

“How is it going with this roommate of yours?” Lucy asks, handing a beer to Kara before sitting down next to her on the couch.

“It’s … civilized, I guess?” Kara replies, taking a big swing off her beer and slouching against the cushions with a heavy sigh. “She’s barely there anyway, it’s like living with a very clean ghost.”

Lucy laughs and Alex, sat on the floor next to Lucy’s legs, snorts.

“Cat Grant is many many things, but she’s certainly no ghost.” Lucy eventually replies, voice soft and gentle, and Kara glances at her.

“Right, you must know her, since she dated Lois for a while …” Kara recalls, before cheering as Alex manages to beat her record time in the car-racing video game she’s playing.

“I do know Cat Grant, yes,” the younger Lane nods. “She’s … well. I have no words to describe Cat Grant.”

That earns Lucy a curious look from Alex before the game starts again. Lucy seems lost in her mind for a little while but when she returns to the moment at hand, it’s with a warning in her eyes.

“Piece of advice though, my sister broke Cat’s heart when she ended things with her and despite Lois insisting that they’re still best friend, I wouldn’t mention your cousin’s name around her.”

“Shouldn’t be a problem,” Kara mumbles. “Aside from this one time where we officially met each other, I haven’t seen her.”

Lucy gives her a strange look but then Alex swears, loudly, and their attention is back on the game.

—

It starts with post-its.

Kara is in a hurry one day, she grabs the plate of leftover sushi to bring as her lunch and leaves a yellow note instead. It says “Sorry about the sushi, I needed lunch. I’ll buy you a fresh plate tonight.”

The same evening, she places a fancy assortment of sushi in the fridge and leaves a green post-it : “As promised; fresh from that shop you seems to like. I asked for your usual. Bye!”

The following morning, as Kara opens the fridge to grab the milk, she notices a post-it on the plate of sushi, but it’s blue. The handwriting is neat and precise “Thank you. Help yourself if you need the rest for lunch. C.”

It takes Kara totally by surprise. She was mostly expecting some kind of warning, a subtle “back off” kind of reply but the apparent easiness of this little exchange warms her heart.

When she comes back from her shift at the bar she’s tending every three nights, she places a bottle of fancy wine on the kitchen island and sticks a pink post-it on it. “Thanks for the lunch! I heard it’s good wine, let me know if you like it? Bye.”

The next afternoon, when she emerges, the bottle is gone but there’s a brown bag instead, with a yellow post-it. “The wine is actually one of my favorite, thank you. Potstickers? I noticed you seem to eat a lot of them … Enjoy. C.”

That makes Kara’s day.

—

“Movie night?” says the pink post-it on the coffee table when Kara comes back from her soccer practice.

She laughs and shouts across the apartment “I need a shower first, meet me on the couch in twenty minutes. Also, I’m ordering pizza, our usual.”

Kara pulls out her phone from her pocket and calls their usual place.

The man on the other side greets her by her first name and jokes with her about the last national soccer game score before telling her their pizzas will be there in half an hour. She thank him and writes “Pizzas will be there in 30 min” on a blue post-it, replacing the pink one on the coffee table.

Once in her room, she carefully add the post-it to her collection, in a notebook that’s already filled with colorful notes. She’s annotated each one with a quick context quote so now the little book is telling a story.

Kara smiles softly at the last note and then closes the notebook, already stripping from her dirty clothes before she jumps in the shower.

—

“I’m fine, Alex, I swear! It looked a lot scarier than it was, I promise,” Kara protests, swatting away her sister’s hand. “Stop fussing!”

Alex leans back and glares down at her sister, Lucy standing next to her.

“Scarier doesn’t even begin to cover it,” Alex growls, eyes flashing with anger. “I just watched you get hit by a car thrown at full speed, get ejected from your bike, fly across the road and then land miles away, right through the windshield of another car. It truly is a wonder you’re still alive!”

Kara looks a little sheepish at that but her stubbornness resurfaces instantly and she raises her chin.

“Yet, I’m perfectly alright and I’ll be out in two days. Now stop fluffing my pillows!” Kara pushes Alex’s hands away again.

“Wait until mom hears about this,” Alex threatens, storming out of the room after one last glance at her sister.

Lucy sighs and takes a seat by Kara’s medial bed. She doesn’t say anything, she simply watches and Kara slowly deflates under the unrelenting, watchful gaze.

“I know. I’m being an asshole,” Kara sighs, finally looking away. She feels bad that she scared Alex and Lucy but honestly, she’s been through worse. “I just … I hate hospitals.”

Her voice is small and low. Lucy doesn’t say anything, she simply takes one of Kara’s hands in hers and squeezes. Kara squeezes back, grateful for her friend’s quiet presence.

“Oh my gosh, Kara!”

“Cat?” Kara looks up and sees Cat enters the room, a look of pure panic written across her face.

In all the months they’ve been basically living together, it’s the first time Cat’s not all perfectly put together. She looks disheveled, her cheeks have that red glow that comes from running against the wind and her clothes, a pair of casual jeans and a soft navy blue pull-over, are too casual and a little crumpled, not perfectly adjusted like always. Her eyes are ablaze with panic and adrenaline and Kara watches, a little enthralled, as the golden sparkles swirl and swirl and swirl around in the hazel irises.

“You idiot!” Cat shouts, striding forward and hitting the ground with more force than strictly necessary. That’s when Kara notices Cat isn’t wearing heels. “What the hell were you thinking!”

Cat stops on the other side of the bed, across from where Lucy’s sat and still holding Kara’s hand.

“Uh … I was just driving back to the apartment …” Kara tries to reply but the burning glare Cat throws her shuts her up right away.

“You could have died, you absolute, stubborn, ridiculous idiot!” Cat accuses and Kara shrinks a little in her bed, not understanding why Cat was so angry at her. “I was waiting for you for our usual movie night, but you didn’t come home. You weren’t answering my texts and it was getting so late …”

Cat takes a deep breath and Kara goes to say something but another glare dissuades her.

“I eventually texted Winn, thinking you were still at the bar, to ask if you were alright. Imagine my surprise when he instantly called me and told me you’ve been rushed into the nearest hospital, because you got hit by a car!” Cat all but yells the last few words, fury echoing in her voice and it’s suddenly too much because she’s pacing.

“I was already on my way when you sister called me, to let me know about the accident,” Cat adds and now she looks hurt. Kara doesn’t even know why, she doesn’t understand what prompted Cat to unleash like this. They’ve been getting close lately, verging on the line of best-friends really, but this categorized relationship doesn’t explain Cat’s outburst.

Helplessly, she stares at her roommate and notices the unshed tears gathered in the hazel green eyes. All of a sudden, Cat looks small, vulnerable and so impossibly lost, all Kara wants to do is leap out of her bed and hold her close.

She opens her mouth to apologize when a new voice echoes in the room.

“Kara! Thank God you’re alright!”

Clark rushes to her side and grabs her hand, already fussing around her like her sister did before, puffing the pillow, moving the plate of food and beverage around, checking the tubes and the machines gathered near the bed.

“I got so scared, when Alex called! What happened, who did this?” Clark points to the bandage around her head and then to the many strips on her collarbones and along her arms. He looks incredibly relieved but Kara sees the anger in his eyes, not knowing if it’s directed at her or at the person responsible for her injuries.

“Clark Kent? You … You know Kara?” Cat asks, looking stunned and a little confused. Kara winces and pushes her cousin away, ready to explain, when Lois makes her entrance.

“For the love of God, Kara, we got so scared! Don’t do that again okay?”

“Gee, what is it with you people, do you seriously think I did this on purpose? Stop telling me to not do that again, I’m not the one responsible for the accident”, Kara rebels and glares at everyone around, her eyes bouncing from Lucy, to Clark, to Lois and finally, they land on Cat.

Cat, who’s glancing between Lois, Clark and her, looking utterly hurt, betrayed even. Kara winces again and reaches a hand but Cat shakes her head no.

“Hey there, Kitty Cat!” Lois greets, sounding surprised and slightly uncomfortable, and Kara wants to disappear into the ground and to never face either Lois or Cat ever again. “I didn’t know you’d be there.”

“Believe or not, neither did I,” Cat retorts, curtly. Her eyes are flashing with hurt, anger and confusion. The golden sparkles are dimmed, in the darkness of her green irises and Kara shudders when the gaze focuses on her. “Of course, you’re related to Clark.”

“He’s … my cousin, yes. We’re … almost the same age, give or take six months,” Kara nods, knowing better than to lie her way out of this situation. Cat’s gaze is full of heat and Kara squirms.

“Is there a reason as to why you never told me about this particular relationship?” Cat asks, voice cold and collected, the green of her eyes darkening even more.

“Actually, that’s my fault,” Lois jumps in, looking very sheepish. Kara wants to tell her to shut up, to stop talking but of course, there’s no telling that to Lois Lane. Ever. “I told Kara you would throw her out of the apartment if you knew about her relationship to Clark. I advised her to … not say anything.”

Cat seems about to lash out again but before she can says something, she’s interrupted.

“What on earth is happening in here?” Alex asks, stepping into the room and glancing at all the people present. One look at Cat and Lois tells her everything she needs to know.

“Oh,” Alex sighs. She takes a deep breath and then looks right into Cat’s eyes. “Cat, I’m sorry we never told you. It wasn’t right. I shouldn’t have played along with Lois idea to keep this relationship a secret and I’m truly, really sorry.”

A thick, stunned silence follows Alex’s apology. Cat looks thrown off, more than anyone else, but she manages to recompose herself.

“Thank you, Alex. I … appreciate that,” Cat accepts the apology and then gestures to Kara. “Please, take care of the stubborn idiot over there.”

After that, she exits the room without another words.

—

There’s no post-it waiting for her when she returns to the apartment, three days later. The place is dark and quiet and Kara doesn’t even need to check to know Cat’s gone.

She’s tried to reach out, through texts and calls, for the past three days but Cat is nothing if persistent in her indifference. Kara feels miserable and while it’s tempting to blame it all on Lois, she knows it’s her own fault.

She should have told Cat about Lois secret the moment they started being friends.

They’ve been so close lately, having regular movie night on the couch together with various sort of take-out, Kara showing up at Cat’s work after her soccer practice to pick her up and bring her home, Cat studying on Kara’s bed while Kara wrote her essays at her desk with soft music in the background, Cat dropping by at Kara’s bar, in between Kara’s shift, to have a drink or share some food, the many excursions they went through across town, the museums Cat dragged Kara to, the walks by the beach sharing an ice-cream or some candy flush, talking and laughing and debating about one thing or another.

Cat’s love for old books and the way she would sometimes smell like it, like dust and old pages, a scent Kara found familiar and grounding. Kara’s strange tastes in music and Cat’s mockery of it, a façade to hide the fact she was very curious and sometimes even liked the same things Kara did. Cat’s tendency to tidy everything and Kara’s messy self, their many arguments about a forgotten sweater or a pair of sneakers in the way. Kara’s terrible attempts at cooking and Cat’s irritated yet fond looks whenever she tried something new.

Cat’s warmth against her flank on the couch as they watched a movie. Cat’s way to adjust the collar or whatever top Kara was wearing before they left the apartment. Cat’s scent, heady and dizzying, so comforting, that still lingered on the couch long after she was gone.

Cat’s laugh, like a melody, a sound that meant home.

She never realized how much Cat had come to mean to her, until she was gone.

—

“Why so glum?” Winn asks, sitting down at a stool next to her. He looks a little concerned but mostly, his eyes have the glazed glow of someone who’s had too much to drink.

“Nothing,” Kara sighs, nursing her glass of Scotch and watching as Alex and Lucy dance together in the middle of the crowd. “I just … nevermind.”

“Feel lonely?” Winn supplies and Kara throws him a shocked glare, a little alarmed that her very drunk friend is still able to read her so easily.

“Come on. You’ve been mooning over that roommate of your for months now, it’s practically visible from space,” Winn rolls his eyes and then winces, apparently regretting the move. “I’m guessing she’s still not talking to you and … you miss her, am I right?”

Kara sighs, heavily so.

“Yeah, I do. It’s ridiculous, really.” Kara lets out a frustrated breath. “She’s … she’s Cat Grant.”

“What does being Cat Grant entails, exactly?” Winn asks with a frown, because of course he doesn’t see the point.

Kara finishes her drink and asks for another one before taking a deep breath.

“She’s … she’s so incredibly smart, in a way I still can’t exactly fathom. Her mind is quick and sharp, she manages to see the details in everything without loosing the big picture. She’s witty, too.” Kara chuckles, eyes sparkling. “Her sarcasm has this cutting edge that could probably freeze the sun but somehow, when she smiles … it’s like … it’s like … she is the sun itself, you know? It lit up her whole being from the inside, she just glows and it reaches her eyes. It always reaches her eyes when she genuinely smiles.”

Winn’s listening, eyes intent on her despite the drunken glaze.

“She’s incredibly proud. She doesn’t like when people just overlook her because her parents have money. She’s a real perfectionist, you know? Always pushing for everyone to be the better version of themselves, to never be content with just what they have and to dare reaching out for more. She’s doing it to herself, to the point it must be exhausting, I think,” Kara smiles, a little sadly. Cat never allows herself to just be herself. “She works really hard, in her classes, for the students she’s tutoring and even in her job. She never gives up. I’ve heard stories of how she’s treated in this newspapers … It makes my skin crawl everytime she talks about it, but she doesn’t even pay attention to it. She’s ambitious. So much, I swear one day she’ll be president or something.”

“Well, here’s one career path I didn’t even consider, until now …”

Kara swirls around on her stool, so fast she almost ends up on the floor but hands land on her hips and steady her. Cat’s smiling, a little smugly, and her eyes are bright with something Kara doesn’t even dare to interpret. She steps forward and invades Kara’s space, smelling like spice and wood, with just a hint of alcohol.

“Hey,” Kara whispers, dropping her eyes to her knees. “You’re … back.”

“I wasn’t supposed to be,” Cat replies, her voice low and a little hesitant now. She still has her hands on Kara’s hips and Kara feels her skin burn under the warmth of Cat’s palms, through her clothes. “I just … I … I missed you.”

Kara freezes and then blinks, a little helplessly. “You did?”

“I did,” Cat smiles, leaning forward. “I took a plane this afternoon and then came straight from the airport because Winn texted me, said you were here.”

Kara glances at her friend but the stool he previously occupied was empty. Kara and Cat were all alone near the bar, save it from the coming and going bartender on the other side of it.

“How much of it did you hear?” Kara asks, swallowing hard under Cat’s focused gaze.

“Apparently, your mooning over me is visible from space …” Cat chuckles and Kara groans, hiding her face in between her hands and muttering something about killing Winn.

“Please don’t,” Cat whispers, slowly prying Kara’s fingers away from her face. “I’ve been … too scared to make a move. I didn’t know … I didn’t know you felt that way about me.”

Kara looks up to meet Cat’s gaze. It’s so bright and hopeful, it takes Kara’s breath away.

“I did. I do. I …” Kara sighs, looking down again. “I should have told you about Clark, I’m sorry about that. I thought … I thought maybe you wouldn’t like me anymore, if you knew I was Clark Kent’s cousin. I know you and Lois have a … complicated story.”

Cat slowly removes her hands from Kara’s hip and the loss is jaring, it makes Kara shudders. Cat takes the stool Winn has just vacated and looks at Kara with sadness in her eyes.

“We … had, a complicated story. I’m not going to lie, she broke my heart when she ended our relationship but it’s not fair to put all the blame on her, as tempting as it is,” Cat explains with a slight chuckle. Kara arches a surprise brow but doesn’t say anything. “I … never told my parents, about Lois and I. Worse, I hid her, on the few times they came visit me. She …”

Cat draws in a breath and accepts the glass of wine the bartender places in front of her. She’s a regular in this bar where Kara sometimes works, the other bartenders know what she likes and they’re past the point of asking, they just go with it.

“As flawed as Lois is, as annoying as she can sometimes be, she never hid who she was and she didn’t deserve the way I was treating her, back then. I … I understand, why she broke up with me. We stayed friends, and I value her friendship a great deal.”

Kara tilts her head and looks at the way Cat plays with her drink. The deep burgundy beverage swirls in the glass, slowly, regularly, it’s a little fascinating.

“I got so scared, Kara. When Winn called me to let me know about your accident … I felt as if my whole world was crumbling. I was … terrified of losing you. I didn’t understand why, at first,” Cat says and there’s a tremor in her voice, hints of terror in her hazel eyes. “I might be a little … awkward, when it comes to feelings. Dealing with it has never been my strong suit and I’m a firm believer of bottling everything up and letting it sink somewhere safe.”

Kara slowly reaches and takes Cat’s hand in hers, brushing her thumb across Cat’s knuckles. She doesn’t say anything but with just a nod, she encourages her to keep talking.

“I found you in the hospital, all banged up, with a bandage on your head and everywhere on your body and I … I wanted to hold you, to feel that you were real, still alive and not going anywhere but I … I got scared, Kara,” Cat breathes, squeezing Kara’s fingers. “Of my own feelings, their intensity, the way it ruled every thoughts in my head, every decision I could make, everything. Clark was just … a convenient excuse for me to reject the blame on something else. I admit, I did feel a little betrayed that you didn’t tell me, but it’s not why I stormed off. It’s not the reason I left town.”

“Why did you?” Kara asks, softly. She thinks she knows the answer but she still needs to hear it and more importantly, Cat needs to say it.

“You’re going to make me say it, aren’t you?” Cat sasses, wanting to remove her hand but Kara holds on and nods. Cat nods too and takes another deep breathe, followed by a long swing of wine. It takes her a minute but she eventually manages to look Kara in the eyes.

“I … I think I’m … falling in love with you, Kara Danvers.”

Kara smiles, widely. “You think?”

Cat rolls her eyes and swats at Kara’s hand. “Shut up.”

“Aww, no,” Kara says, grabbing back Cat’s hand and pulling it close, placing it over her heart. Its frantic beats seem to surprise Cat and she stops struggling against Kara’s hold. “Let me talk. I don’t think I’m falling in love with you. I know I am. I have been in love with you for a long, long time now, but I didn’t want to admit it. I’m no better than you when it comes to feelings, it’s a fucking scary thing.”

Cat gasps and Kara brushes her thumb against the hollow of Cat’s wrist. “I love you, Cat Grant. I love you, and I’m an idiot for not having said so any sooner.”

“You are an idiot,” Cat nods but there’s no denying the pure, unadulterated happiness that shines in her eyes as she smiles, genuinely, widely so. “You’re my idiot.”

Kara doesn’t wait and leans forward, kissing Cat with all she has and all she is. It’s soft and yet intense, tender but passionate and so incredibly intimate. Her hands move to hold Cat’s cheeks, cradling her close and keeping her there as she pulls back, a little breathless.

“I’ve been dreaming of kissing you since the moment you fell asleep on my lap while watching The Empire Strike Back,” Kara whispers against Cat’s lips, earning a chuckle and an eye roll.

“You know I don’t like Star Wars,” Cat muses, dropping a kiss at the corners of Kara’s mouth.

“Liar. You love it,” Kara shakes her head and her laugh gets swallowed in another kiss, deeper this time, more demanding, pressing. A hand tugs at the front of her sweater and she obliges, stepping up from the stool and invading Cat’s space to slide herself in between Cat’s legs.

A moan escapes the back of Cat’s throat and the sound sends a bolt of pure desire down Kara’s core, making her tremble a little against Cat.

“Wanna get out of here?” Kara asks, moving her lips down to Cat’s jawline and dropping a line of soft, sweet kisses alongside it.

“I thought you’d never ask,” Cat groans and before Kara knows it, she’s being dragged outside by her girlfriend.

—

Nothing really changes.

They still have a movie night once or twice a week. Kara still goes to pick up Cat after her soccer practice. They still go to the beach and to the museums together, sharing ice-cream or candy flush. They still study together, listening to music. Kara still tries to cook on a regular basis, under Cat’s fond yet unimpressed gaze. They still argues about the clothes in the living room.

There’s just a lot of making out in the middle.

Sometimes, the movie plays on the TV but no one is watching. Books and essays lie on the floor, amongst the discarded clothes that tend to get removed very quickly these days. There’s hand holding whenever they’re outside together, sweet kisses and small gestures. They go to Alex and Lucy for game nights once a week and it’s comfortable, easy. They still argue and sometimes they even fight and they end up sleeping in their respective bedroom, until one of them caves and gets up to join the other one in the middle of the night. Cat goes to Kara’s soccer games and Kara makes the regular effort to attend some of Cat’s work events.

All in one, they work and it lasts.

—

“You guys are so sickeningly in love, it’s disgusting,” Alex grumbles one morning, three months after the official start of Cat and Kara’s relationship.

She’s hovering by the door with a box of donuts and a cardboard trail full of coffee cups.

“Alex, do come in,” Cat smiles and opens the door a little wider for the older Danvers to step in.

“Is my sister even decent?” Alex asks, nervously looking around. She’s walked on them a few times already and she now knows better than to just knock and enter without answer.

“She’s getting dressed, yes,” Cat chuckles, rolling her eyes before eying the coffee cups with interest.

“Yes, one of them is for you,” Alex puts the donuts box on the kitchen island and hand over her non-fat, no whole milk, bulletproof latte to Cat. She looks a little nauseous as she picks up her own cup. “I don’t know how you can drink this, seriously.”

“Force of habit, I suppose,” Cat shrugs.

Kara bounces out of Cat’s bedroom and comes hug her sister before moving around to kiss Cat. It’s soft and sweet, brief but with just enough love to content Cat, who relaxes back against the kitchen island with a dreamy smile on her lips.

“Sickening,” Alex mutters but there’s a smile tugging at the corner of her lips.

“You’re just jealous because Luce’s away for a few weeks and you miss her,” Kara rolls her eyes at her sister and opens the donuts box, already picking a chocolate one and handing it over to Cat. She then chooses a jelly filled one for herself. “Where is she anyway?”

“Paris, again,” Alex sighs. “Her environmental law firm is sending her to negotiate at a climate summit or something.”

“Our hero,” Kara smiles and she means it. It makes Alex smile too.

“Alright, are you ready?”

“Sure, let’s go,” Kara says, moving around to go pick up her bag in Cat’s bedroom. When she comes back, Alex is waiting for her by the door and Cat’s lingering near the couch, looking a little sad.

“Awww no, don’t be sad. It’s only three days, I’ll be back before you know it,” Kara laughs, dropping the back on the couch to hug her girlfriend.

“Urgh. I’m gonna wait for you in the car, bye Cat!” Alex says, waving goodbye and then closing the door behind her, offering them some privacy.

“I know, I know but I just …” Cat pauses, looking a little frustrated. Kara slides a finger under Cat’s chin and lift it, slowly.

“Tell me,” Kara pushes, looking into Cat’s eyes. She knows it’s still hard for Cat to deal with feelings, to accept and express them.

“I don’t sleep when you’re not here,” Cat whispers, looking small and vulnerable. Kara’s heart burst out with love and she leans in to kiss her girlfriend, long and hard. Hands tangle in her hair and a body she now knows by heart presses against hers.

“I love you, Cat Grant. I can’t wait to come back to you,” Kara says softly, randomly dropping a few kisses on Cat’s face. It seems to ease Cat just enough to make a smile appears.

“Please do,” she whispers, leaning forward to place her forehead against the crock of Kara’s shoulder.

“You know I will, Cat. I’m not going anywhere, you’re stuck with me for as long as you’ll have me,” Kara replies, caressing Cat’s hair with one hand and stroking her back with the other. “I’m your idiot, remember?”

That makes Cat laugh and it’s how Kara knows she can go.

—

Kara climbs the stairs leading to their apartment so fast she almost falls a few time. She’s holding her bag, overthrown on one shoulder, with one hand and the other is keeping a bouquet of flowers upright. White lilies, Cat’s favorite.

She drops the bag at her feet and fumbles around to find her keys, barely managing to enter the right one in the lock when the door is thrown open in front of her. She’s expecting Cat but instead, there’s a much older woman in front of her.

“Hello,” says the stranger. “Who are you?”

The woman is smaller than Kara but the commanding presence is oddly familiar. She’s concealing her age fairly well but the creases on her forehead, the crinkles around her eyes and the defined veins on her hands are still giving it away. She’s wrapped in a burgundy ensemble, pants and a matching jacket over a black shirt and she’s wearing heels. Her pixie haircut hardens her features and highlight the dark green of her eyes.

“Uh … I’m Kara, and I live here. Who are you?” Kara asks, frowning at the stranger in her apartment.

“I’m Kat …” the woman says and Kara snorts.

“No you’re not,” Kara replies and the woman throws her an irritated look that’s all too familiar.

“If you let me finish … I’m Katherine Grant, Cat’s mother.”

Kara gapes and stares, unable to says anything. It’s definitely not what she was expecting to come home to.

“You must be … the roommate,” Katherine muses, looking up and down at Kara’s figure. “Are those flowers for us?”

“Us?” Kara repeats, entirely too lost to do anything else.

She’s coming back from a very intense soccer camp training, she’s exhausted, missing her girlfriend and the way this woman is looking at her with something like disdain in her eyes is grating on her nerves.

“My husband and I,” Katherine exaggeratedly articulates, as if she was talking to a dumb person. “I assume my daughter told you about our visit?”

Kara grits her teeth and counts to ten before she manages to plaster a smile on her lips and extends a hand.

“Actually, she probably forgot to tell me. I’ve been away for a few days and just coming back from a sport camp, but here,” Kara gives away the flowers. “I’m Kara Danvers and despite the awkward beginning, it’s a pleasure to meet you, Mrs Grant.”

That seems to please Katherine because the faint shadow of a smile tugs at the corners of her lips. It’s barely there but Kara’s taking whatever she can, especially since the 'meeting the parents’ situation didn’t start out so great.

“Is Cat around?” Kara asks, trying not to sound too hopeful.

“She’s on her way back from work, apparently,” a man’s voice echoes behind Katherine. Kara glances further in the living room and see a gentleman in a navy blue three pieces suit standing near one of the bookshelves. He’s taller than his wife, with distinguished features and metallic grey hair perfectly ordered atop his head. His eyes are of a grey-blue color Kara finds oddly comforting.

“Don’t stand in the way dear, do come in,” Katherine gestures for her to step in and Kara tries not to seethe that this stranger is inviting her in her own place. She grabs her bag and excuses herself to her bedroom.

She’s not used her own bedroom in months and it shows. Dust is gathering on her wardrobe, on her desk and on her bed night stands. It’s all too neat, too ordered for her taste. She searches for her phone in her bag and curses when she sees it’s out of power. She plugs it and unpack her stuff while it gathers enough battery to be launched again.

When it finally starts, it vibrates non-stop for about two minutes.

She has eight missed calls and twice as many texts, all from Cat.

“Uh oh,” Kara sighs.

She’s about to call Cat back when her phones goes off, Cat’s calling.

“Hi babe,” Kara greets, smiling from ear to ear.

“Kara, oh my gosh where have you been?” Cat’s panicked and short of breath. “I’ve been trying to call you for hours! Nevermind, whatever you do, don’t show up at the apartment tonight, my parents are in town and they didn’t announce themselves, as usual …”

Kara stays silent after that. She knows Cat’s still not out to her parents, they’ve talked about it and Kara knows Cat isn’t ready but after what happened with Lois, Kara was still expecting some kind of gesture. A step in the right direction. Something to hang onto. This, Cat lying to her about her parents dropping unannounced and asking her to hide until they’re gone, was not great.

The disappointment hurts, like a needle piercing her thick skin and reaching the sensitive part of her.

“You don’t say,” Kara retorts, a little coolly. “Your mother sounds lovely. I have yet to interact with your father though. What should I do, hide in the closet in my bedroom until they’re gone?”

There’s a pause on the other side of the line, before Cat speaks again. “You’re … home?”

Again, this isn’t the excited welcome Kara was expecting. Instead, Cat sounds terrified, slightly sick even.

“You know, sometimes I wonder … am I just a piece of furniture, to you? You sure as hell conveniently seems to forget that I live here, too,” Kara snaps, not handling her disappointment well. She looks at herself in the mirror of her bedroom.

She’s already dressed for it, casual jeans, a red hoodie beneath her leather jacket and she’s wearing her favorite pair of red converses to go with it.

“Nevermind Cat, I’m going to the bar. I wasn’t planning on working tonight but I guess it doesn’t matter anyway,” Kara says, shortly. “Don’t wait for me, I’ll crash at Winn’s tonight. Have fun with your parents.”

Kara hangs up and grabs her keys, her wallet and pushes them in her pocket with her phone. She gets her motorcycle helmet and a backpack she fills with whatever clothes will work as a pyjama, some toiletries and then heads out.

“I’m sorry Mrs and Mr Grant, but I’ve been called out to replace one of my coworkers, out sick. Since I figured you’d like to have some time with your daughter, I won’t intrude that way. Enjoy your dinner,” Kara waves at them and exits her place as fast as she can.

In her pocket, her phone keeps vibrating but she just ignores it.

—

“She’s calling me now, please do something,” Winn says, sounding slightly terrified.

His phone is lit up with Cat’s name above a wallpaper that says 'Breathe and pick up’. It usually makes Kara laugh, but not tonight.

“Nope,” Kara says, ignoring the call and going away to clear some tables and takes a few orders.

“Still no progress?” Alex asks from behind him, and Winn shakes his head.

“I think Cat royally screwed up this time,” Winn says, sadness echoing in his voice. He’s known the Danvers sisters for a long time now and he’s been in their life long enough to recognize when the situation’s really bad.

“I agree,” Alex sighs, worriedly looking at her sister across the bar. “She’s not calling me though, I must be her very last resort …”

“Cat’s terrified of you, so yeah I’m pretty sure you’ll be the very last person she calls,” Winn laughs but it’s hollow, it doesn’t reach his eyes.

“And yet …” Alex mumbles, raising her phone to show Cat’s name etched on it.

“Oh, whow,” Winn lets out a breath. “That bad …”

“Hi Cat,” Alex greets, placing her phone against her ear. She keeps her voice neutral and cool but her eyes are burning with anger.

Winn doesn’t hear what Cat says but the anger flaring up in the older Danvers eyes tells him it’s not good. It calms down pretty quickly though and Winn hears sobs, coming out of Alex’s phone.

“Cat … You did something terribly wrong, there’s no denying it. I know it, Kara knows it, you know it … What’s done is done,” Alex eventually speaks, voice low but clear. “What you can do is apologize. Make up for it. She’s not asking you to come out to your parents, she would never ask that of you. She simply doesn’t want to be or to feel like your dirty secret.”

Winn nods approvingly.

Cat speaks some more and Alex shakes her head.

“Give her some time to cool off, she’ll be back. Cat, I mean it. Do not try to push her, you’ll only manage to do more damage,” Alex warns. “I know my sister, she’s head over heels in love with you, she’ll come around.”

Cat must have asked for some reinsurance because Alex adds, fondly “She’s still your idiot, you know. Just, give her time, give her space.”

After that, Alex hangs up and Winn gives her a knowing look.

—

“Please, don’t leave me,” Cat asks the moment Kara steps back in the apartment, a week after Cat’s parents visit.

Kara’s thrown off by the unexpected greeting, by the vulnerability in her girlfriend’s voice, the red rimmed eyes and the way Cat fidgets with her hands.

She’s standing next to the usual bookshelves in the living room and Kara distractingly notices the picture of Lois & Cat is gone. Cat’s wearing one of Kara’s university sweater, a pale grey hoodie with NCU blazon plastered in blue across the front. It looks too big on her but somehow, it still suits her better than Kara.

“What? No, I’m not here to breakup with you!” Kara frowns, dropping her keys in the usual plate on the small table by the entrance. She hangs her leather jacket next to the door and then turns around to face her girlfriend, who seems at a loss as to what to do.

“Come on,” Kara opens her arms and steps forward, inviting Cat in the embrace. She doesn’t need to tell her twice, Cat all but hurls herself at Kara and holds onto her for dear life.

“I’m so sorry, Kara I’m so sorry, I made a mistake, or a few …” Cat sobs against Kara’s shoulder and Kara feels fingers twist into the red fabric of her hoodie, tangling in it really. “I didn’t know … I didn’t want to … I’m …”

“Cat, look at me,” Kara pulls back just enough so she could meet Cat’s eyes. The hazel is dimmed, reddish and it’s all puffy but Kara still finds that Cat is the most beautiful woman she’s ever seen. “I know, okay? I know you didn’t mean to hurt me. I know you, and I believe you when you says you reacted poorly.”

Cat takes a deep breath and then shakes her head, hands still holding onto Kara’s hoodie.

“I never meant to make you feel like a dirty little secret, Kara,” Cat says, voice a little steadier. Kara doesn’t interrupt, her arms still wrapped around her girlfriend’s silhouette. “It was so very wrong and I am truly, really sorry about the way I treated you.”

“Thank you,” Kara nods, accepting the apology and acknowledging Cat’s efforts at offering one. “I know you panicked and you did tell me you’re not exactly good with feelings, I should have anticipated it. I’m sorry I ran away and gave you the cold shoulder for a while.”

“I hated it. Every second of it. I’ve missed you, Kara,” Cat whispers, resting her forehead against Kara’s collarbone and stepping in closer.

“I’ve missed you too, Cat. Just, don’t freak out on me the next time your parents are in town, okay?” Kara asks, lifting Cat’s chin and leaning in for a kiss.

It’s incredibly soft and tender, slightly hesitant too. It lasts for a little while but then Cat’s wrapping a hand around Kara’s neck and pulling her in closer, moaning into the kiss. The next thing Kara knows, they’re stumbling backward to Cat’s bedroom, clothes flying in every direction and greedy hands reaching for smooth skin. Cat’s whispering her name in a way that makes Kara’s knees go really weak but she still manages to sweep Cat off the ground, groaning at the way Cat’s thighs close around her waist.

“Bold move, my love,” Cat chuckles but her eyes are dark with lust and impatience and she leans forward to kiss Kara senseless.

“Hmf,” Kara’s replies gets muffled in the kiss and it’s not long before they’re finally falling into Cat’s bed, Kara’s hands already roaming Cat’s body, worshipping it really.

It’s been way too long since they hadn’t been intimate and there’s a certain tenderness into the way Kara takes her sweet time to kiss every inch of Cat’s skin, lingering on some soft spots and biting into some others, guiding Cat’s hands and murmuring words of love. Cat’s still clinging to her in a way that betrays her fears so Kara kisses her eyelashes and murmurs “I’m not going anywhere Cat. I’m yours, remember?” Cat looks at her with such awe and wonder in her eyes, Kara laughs and kisses her, loving her with everything she is, everything she has to offer, all the love she feels.

It’s very early in the morning when they finally fall asleep, tangled together in Cat’s bed.

—

“Cat? Cat sweetheart, are you in there?”

Kara jolts awake at the sound of Katherine Grant’s voice, coming from the living room. It takes a few seconds before the reality of that statement catch up with her brain.

“Cat! Cat wake up, your mother’s here,” Kara hisses, rolling around in the bed and missing the edge, falling on the ground with a loud thud and a swear word.

“Humpf,” Cat grumbles, grabbing a pillow and placing it over her head. Kara has never cursed the fact her girlfriend wasn’t a morning person so hard before. “Too early.”

“For fuck sake, Cat, wake up!” Kara groans as she rises up from the ground and looks around for something to throw on herself. She’s naked and if her memory serves her well, most of their clothes are still in the living room. She grabs a sweater that hangs from the side of Cat’s wardrobe and starts searching for some trousers or at least the very least, underwear.

“What are you doing up? Come back to bed,” Cat mumbles and Kara feels a hand run along her legs as she moves around the bed.

“Cat!” Kara grabs her girlfriend and gently shakes her awake. “Cat, your mother is here, in our living room, where we left all of our clothes last night …”

“My … mother?” Cat suddenly looks wide awake, if not a little pale and unsteady.

“Yes, your mother …” Kara nods, wincing as Katherine’s calling for Cat again. “Come on, get dressed and get out of the room, I’m going to hide in your bathroom.”

“No, don’t hide,” Cat states and Kara freezes, looking unsure. Cat moves to stand on her knees on the mattress and she reaches out for Kara’s face, pulling her down for a kiss. It’s slow and loving, sure too.

“Uh, Cat?” Kara asks, a little dazzled.

“No more hiding,” Cat murmurs again, a shy smile gracing her lips.

“Cat, I’m coming in,” Katherine announces and before Kara can hide or move, really, the bedroom door is thrown open and Cat’s mother’s standing in the door frame.

“There you are,” Katherine smiles. Her eyes linger on the scene in front of her but she doesn’t look in the least phased. “We brought breakfast, care to join us?”

Cat looks as dumbfounded as Kara feels and they exchange a confused look.

“What?” Katherine asks, frowning.

“You … You’re not mad?” Cat dares to ask, reaching for Kara’s hand and squeezing it. Kara returns the gesture and steps closer to her, protective.

“Mad? Why would I?” Katherine seems entirely too at ease and Kara feels really out of her depths here, but she doesn’t move.

“Uh …” Cat is at a loss for words, clearly.

“You mean, that you’re dating a woman? Please,” Katherine makes a dismissive hand gesture that seems to be destined to no one in particular. “You never fooled anyone, Cat. Your father and I have known since the day you came home babbling about this special friend of your, Olivia was it?”

“Olivia? But I was … in highschool,” Cat says, eyes wide.

“Well, yes, and?” Katherine frowns again, as if Cat’s addition wasn’t relevant in any way.

“I didn’t … I didn’t even … know, back then!” Cat protests, looking really confused.

“You didn’t, but we did. Now, put on some clothes and join us for breakfast,” Katherine orders and she turns her gaze to Kara. “For God’s sake, put on some pants Kara! Then you’re welcome to join us, I would love to know more about my daughter’s girlfriend.”

After that, she closes the door and the sound of her heels fades away back to the kitchen.

For a moment, neither Cat or Kara speak.

They’re too stunned to even think about anything to say.

“What did just happen?” Kara eventually wonders out loud, breaking the strange quiet of the room.

“I have … no idea,” Cat replies, shocked.

“I think … as far as a coming out goes … this one should wins some kind of award,” Kara eventually chuckles, shaking her head and resuming her search for something to wear.

“What are you doing?” Cat asks.

“Uh … finding something to wear?” Kara replies, opening Cat’s wardrobe. “Your mother all but ordered me to put on some pants …”

“I like you better without your pants on,” Cat muses, voice low and seductive. It sends a shiver down Kara’s spine.

“Oh no no no. Don’t give me that look, Cat. Your parents are literally in the next room and I’ve already went through enough embarrassing time with them to last a lifetime,” Kara shakes her head and steps away from the bed, out of Cat’s reach. “Come on, get up, get dressed. We’re having breakfast with your parents.”

“Here’s a sentence I never thought I would hear coming from my girlfriend,” Cat smiles, eyes alight with joy and happiness, love.

“Something tells me we should get used to it, too,” Kara smiles back and moves closer to kiss Cat. “I love you, Cat Grant.”

“I love you too, Kara Danvers,” Cat whispers against Kara’s lips. “My idiot.” THE END

#Supercat #Kara x Cat #Lucy x Alex #Sentences prompt #I can't believe it's so long #Seriously #I'm exhausted #Supercat AU #Kara x Cat AU #University AU #Roommates AU #OMG THEY WERE ROOMMATES #I seriously used a whole bunch of clichés in there #Also re-used some good stuff like Kara being a soccer player #rated E

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imasoftieuwu · 4 years ago

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"I love you but I couldn't"

Yuta X Reader

Genre: Highschool AU, Angst, Some Fluff

Warnings: Mentions of an Accident, Bullying, Stalking?

"Senpai, you don't have to-" Yuta shoved a carton of strawberry milk and an onigiri into your hands before you could protest. "Can't I buy something for my Kouhai?" he asked smiling, petting your head, "Thank you Senpai but you really didn't have to..." you muttered cheeks flaring red and your heart threatens to burst out of your chest. Yuta clicked his tongue "Those kids, how can they be so mean! I reported them to the principle, they won't be coming to school for sometimes."

He sighed and pulled out a bandage with a cute panda bear design on it, carefully applying it onto the cut on your forehead "It suits you cutie" Yuta patted your head again, "If anyone bothers you again, tell me ok?" he asked his lips pressing into a thin line, "Thank you... Senpai." you nodded. As you turned away from Yuta and started to walk away, "Wait!" Yuta called out stopping you in your tracks, you turned around and faced him with wide-eyes, "I didn't get your name." he said scratching the back of his neck with one hand in his pocket, "Y/N that's my name..." you answered averting his gaze, "Ah, Y/N... that's a pretty name Y/N!" you nodded and started to walk again. "My name is Yuta by the way. See you Y/N!" he shouted waving at you grinning, but you already know that.

You already know his name since forever, you even know his friend's name, where they hang out. His favorite colour, his timetable, what he usually gets for lunch, his habit of biting his nails, and how his eyes would be opened in his sleep. It scares you, you thought he saw you that one time you were staring at him in his sleep. It may sound like you are obsessed with Yuta, well you are kinda. You just couldn't help but notice every little thing he does, he is the only human who hadn't looked at you disgustingly, who smile at your way every time your eyes met.

Everything Yuta did engrave into your mind, his name alone made your heartache, your adrenaline rushing through your body and your cheeks would be dusted rosy pink. You don't follow him home nor do you collect the things he left behind, you weren't that obsessed, you respected his privacy. You just hoped that someday a miracle would happen, and Yuta would notice you. He did, he even asked for your name and called you cute but you don't want to get your hope too high, you were just a lonely and strange girl that no one cares about at the end of the day. You sighed, fiddling with the panda bandage, grazing your fingers over the cut on your forehead. You stared at the fan hanging on the ceiling, whispering his name before curling up and closing your eyes shut.

Clutching your camera that's hanging from your neck and scrolling through the pictures that you took of Yuta from afar. Suddenly, a hand grabbed your shoulder and you jumped from the contact, "Senpai! You scared me!" you gasped. "I'm sorry I scared you." he laughed, "You like taking pictures?" Yuta pointed at the camera you're holding onto, "Why don't you join the photography club?" he continued. "Um... I- I just-" you stuttered, "I'll take that as a yes." he shot you his healing smile and pulled you into the hallway.

You stopped in front of a door at the end of the empty hallway, a large board with "Photography Club" written neatly on it by colorful chalks caught your eyes. Yuta slid open the door, still grabbing your arm and you stayed hidden behind his broad back. He tugged your arm signaling you to move forward, you slowly peeked out from Yuta's shoulders. The sight of Yuta's friends tackling each other, girls brushing their skirt and hair smiling wide at Yuta welcomed you. The girls' expression fell when they saw you standing next to Yuta hand in hand, but they quickly plastered on a fake smile and sent a wave your way. Cameras were placed neatly on a shelf in the corner, rows of photos stretched across the wall you eyes lingered on a photo of Yuta kissing a girl on the cheek with his arm around her shoulders. She has long wavy brown hair, dreamy eyes, and a bright smile a star necklace hanged across her collarbone matched the one on Yuta's.

That was the moment your heart shattered into a million pieces, your hope crumbled before your eyes. Tears threaten to escape your eyes, it felt like someone tied a knot in your throat, it's hard to breathe. You managed to swallow in your tears and pushed down the burning sensation in your chest, "Do you have a spare sign up sheet?" Yuta's voice snapped you back into reality. "Of course! Wait a second, Senpai." A tan boy, with brown hair, stumbled over a pen as he was rushing to Yuta. "Ouch!" he yelled, rubbing his head and handing out a sheet of paper for Yuta. "Your so clumsy Haechan." Yuta scolded, flicking Haechan's forehead, "Ouch, Senpai!" Haechan winced, rubbing his forehead and pouting.

Haechan is very cute, and to be honest, you would have a big giant crush on him of Yuta didn't exist. First years are crazy for Mark and Haechan ever since their acoustic performance covering "If I can't have you" at the school's opening ceremony, Mark with a guitar and Haechan with a microphone is a deadly combination. After joining the photography club, you found out Haechan have a quite big heart as well. You are quite close with him, you would work together for club project and Haechan would crack jokes to make you laugh. He would ask you how's your day going, the best or worst part is that he would convince you to skip classes, and you would sneak out to the park with him. Despite skipping almost all classes, Haechan was always able to top the charts.

"Y/N you have a crush on Yuta Senpai right?" Haechan cocked his head, "I- I don't- I just-" you stuttered, "So you do." he took a sip of orange juice before continuing, "Who doesn't, it's normal."

"Is it that obvious?" your grip on the swing's chain tightened, your eyes trained on the blades of green grass beneath your feet. "Yeh, but Senpai is very oblivious about these things so don't worry.", he reassured you, "But Yuta Senpai already have a girlfriend..." you sighed. Haechan was laughing so hard he dropped to the ground, his hand clutching his stomachache. "What's so funny?" you looked at him confusingly, "Is that why you have been avoiding him?" Haechan chuckled, "Then who's the girl in the picture?" you questioned him. "You were jealous of his sister?" He couldn't stop laughing, "So she's his sister?" you gasped. "Yes!" Haechan nodded furiously, still laughing at you, "I didn't know ok." you pouted and stomped away. "Y/N wait!" Haechan called out, jogging up to you.

You felt so happy, it was overwhelming but you also felt so stupid. All those nights crying yourself to sleep, all those days you avoided Yuta and pushed him away was for nothing. It felt like you just got resurrected from your tragic death by heartbreak, that means you have a chance now. "Y/N I'm sorry, I didn't mean to make fun of you." Haechan whined, tugging your arms and staring at you with big puppy eyes. You sighed heavily, how can you stay mad at him if he's looking at you like that and he knew that. "I'll forgive you." you crossed your arm, Haechan's eyes lit up, "But only if you buy me macarons." you huffed. "Fine..." he pouted, you walked back to school just in time when the bell rang signalling lunch time.

"Y/N! Haechan!" Taeil shouted, running to you, "Oh, Taeil Senpai." you shouted back jumping and waving at him. "You two sneaked out again didn't you?" Taeil narrowed his eyes, "Please don't tell on us Senpai, we had a substitute anyways." Haechan pleaded. "That's not a valid reason." Taeil scoffed, "You know I would never tell on you, but studying is important you're not in elementary school anymore." he nagged. "Yes, yes Senpai you've told us a hundred times already." Haechan huffed, earning a slap on the arm from Taeil.

"Hello!" Yuta flashed you a wide smile, "Can I borrow Y/N for a sec?" he asked blinking rapidly. "What if I say no?" Haechan raised an eyebrow jokingly, "Then I'll take her anyways." Yuta grabbed your arm and pulled you away. He stopped at the back of the school, "Um... Y/N so..." he scratched his head, you cocked your head. "You know it's only a week until the summer festival..." Yuta mumbled, "Uh huh." you nodded "I knew that Senpai, but you pulled me all the way here just to tell me that?" you asked. "No, I..." he took a deep breathe and continued, "Would you go with me?" he asked holding his breathe. "Of course I would!" you smiled at him, eyes curled into crescents, you were scared he could hear your hammering heart and you didn't know he was feeling the same. "So see you then Senpai!" you said running back to Haechan and Taeil, "Uh, see you Y/N" he called out.

That night you couldn't fall asleep, you keep jumping up and down on your bed repeating his proposal over and over again. You keep turing and tossing, his bright smile never leaving your mind, his voice echoing in your head. You just couldn't wait to see him with a healing smile stretched across his face, you wished the sun would come up and so did Yuta.

Dressed up in a night blue yukata with blooming flowers designs in different shades of blue adorned across the fabric, and sky blue obi tied around your waist. Your hair was braid into a crown braid, you stuck a purple-blue gradient flower tassel hairpin into your hair, the flower's stigmas are pearls accented with gold sparkle and golden leaves. You uncomfortable shifted your weight from one foot to another, craning your neck and scanning the giant crowd for a familiar figure. You've been waiting for a while, maybe he forgot he have much more important things than going to a festival with you right? Then why would he invite you in the beginning, if he can't come at least tell you beforehand you thought to yourself.

You crossed the street, eyes never leaving the ground and the rain started to fall. "Y/N!" a voice that you immediately recognised cried out, strong arms pulled you back into the sidewalk as a car darted right pass you. He hovered an umbrella over you shielding you completely from the pouring rain, "Be careful, you could have got hit by that car." he scowled arms still gripping tight on your shoulders, "I'm sorry, I'll be careful next time,".

"I thought you forgot about the festival" you were the one scolding this time, "I'm sorry I'm late. Jungwoo had some work to do and we had to wait for him." he explained, "It's ok, at least you still came." you pouted and glared at him. "You look very beautiful today." Yuta complimented, you didn't realise how close you were with Yuta until your nose grazed over his as you look up. You jumped but Yuta quicky pulled you back, handing you the umbrella and ran underneath a shelter.

Jungwoo handed Yuta a spare umbrella, everyone was here but there's someone missing. "Where's WinWin?" you asked, "Oh yeah about WinWin, something came up and he couldn't go." Johnny explained. "Ahhh, I hate the rain!" Haechan groaned, picking up his phone in the puddle. "I just brought it!" Haechan sighed, "You look like a duck." Johnny poked Haechan's pouty lips. "Ah, come on Senpai don't you have a heart I just broke my precious phone." Haechan complained, "Not my problem" Johnny replied nonchalantly and walked away leaving a fake crying Haechan with his broken phone behind. "Too bad." you patted Haechan and walked away as well, you stopped in front of a shateki (gun-shooting) stall. A Doraemon keychain, contained inside of a small plastic box caught your eyes. You were determined to get that keychain, you handed the stall owner some coins from your purse and started to shoot at the keychain. Shot after shot flew past the keychain, you handed more coins after coins still haven't able to shoot at the Doraemon keychain.

You reached into your purse for more coins and to your horror, nothing was left. You had used up all of your money on the shateki stall, you just wanted a cute Doraemon keychain. Then Yuta came to your rescue, "What do you want?" he asked with his cheeks stuffed with takoyaki pointing at the rows of prizes. "I want that!" you pointed at the keychain, jumping up and down, "But I'm out of money." you sighed pouting. "It's ok." Yuta nodded, handing you his box of takoyaki and pulling out some coins from his pocket. "You got good aim young boy!" the stall owner exclaimed, handing over the Doraemon keychain that Yuta just shot at. Yuta placed the keychain in your hand, shooting you a smile, patting your head. "Thank you Senpai!" you squealed and placed the keychain into your purse, your smile quickly disappeared as your stomach grumbled.

You forgot you haven't eaten anything yet, Yuta grabbed your hand and pulled you to a yakisoba stall. He bought two plated of yakisoba, one for him and one for you. "Is it good?" he asked, you nodded cheeks stuffed with food, the sight made him chuckled. You learned one thing about Yuta after the festival is that the boy has an insane appetite, he's still munching on his fourth box of takoyaki. "Let's go, guys, the fireworks are setting off soon." Mark called out, you nodded joining the rest of the group. You ran to the bridge just in time as sparks of colours exploded into the night sky, blazing colours scattered across the sky.

The loud crackling of the fireworks and the "Ooohs, Ahhhs." from the crowd ringed in your ears, this is your first time seeing fireworks this close and it was magical. Reds, oranges, yellows, greens, blues and purples painted across the sky, bursting into the traditional blooming circle or a star, heart, and a smiley face. You were staring at the blooming fireworks but Yuta wasn't, his gaze was fixed onto your face. A smile painted your face, alongside with the illuminating colours, you were always cute to Yuta. But tonight it's different, maybe it's the way you braided your hair, the yukata you're wearing or the light makeup you were wearing for the first time. Whatever it is, it made Yuta realized his feelings for you, he finally acknowledged the call of his pounding heart.

"Y/N!" your eyes flew open, and your head jerked up immediately when the teacher called out your name. "Uh, yes Sensei!" you called out, standing up from your desk, your mind still foggy. "Y/N are you ok?" Kaito Sensei asked worriedly, "I'm good Kaito Sensei." you responded, your eyelids heavy, you couldn't get any sleep last night and barely any for the last few nights. Yuta’s birthday is tomorrow and you haven't finished preparing his present yet, it's almost winter and you want to gift him something useful. So you decided on knitting him a scarf, a yellow one in particular since it's his favourite colour, only just a week before his birthday. You brought the scarf with you all the time, knitting at every chance you got, at recess or lunch stuffing it in your bag hurriedly every time Yuta appeared, at the park when you sneaked out with Haechan in the park, at the cafe where you are supposed to study, at night instead of sleeping.

"Y/N you don't look fine, Haechan can you help Y/N to the sickbay?" Haechan nodded, stood up and carried you to the sickbay. You can finally rest as your body sank into the softness of the mattress and your mind went foggy. You were greeted by a worried Yuta once you wake up from your deep slumber, "Y/N did I wake you up?" he asked hands still clenching at the blanket he pulled up to keep you warm. You shook your head lightly and murmured a "No...", "Why are you here?" you questioned, "I heard you are sick, I was worried so I came to see if you're ok." he said softly, lifting his hand and pressing it onto your forehead, checking your temperature. "You don't have a fever that's good." he sighed, "How long have you been here?" you asked sitting up. "Since the start of lunch, how are you feeling now? Better?" he asked worriedly. "I'm good now!" you exclaimed, shooting him a thumbs up smiling brightly.

"Hmm!" you hummed contently and took another bite of the tonkatsu Yuta made. You never thought Yuta could cook, and cook this good, what can he not do. You stared at the ball of rice packed into a cute brown bear with cheese nose and seaweed eyes and mouth, you muttered a small "Sorry." before putting it in your mouth. Yuta chuckled, "You're too cute." he thought, everything you did is undeniably adorable to him, he wished he could just squish your cheeks all the time.

This is the first time you've ever had a homemade meal before, you missed the taste so much but how can you miss something you never experienced. You don't know, Yuta's food made you feel so nostalgic it's so warm and you can feel the love in every piece of food. You lived alone your whole life, even in the orphanage when you were surrounded by people. No one ever gave you that warmth and comfort of a family, your parents past away in a tragic accident when you were an infant. You don't even know what they look like, for some unexplained reasons your family haven't attempted to contact you even once since the day you were born. You left the orphanage as soon as you turned 15, your parents left you a quite abundant amount of wealth that you used on renting an apartment, paying school fees and all the other costs in life. You would either eat ramen or order delivery and you would live on canteen's food, you don't know how to cook or more like don't want to. You found no use in spending your times and energy on cooking when food is one click away with today's technology.

"Done!" you squealed and let out a sigh of relief, you held up the carefully wrapped blue present box decorated with a red bow on top. You placed it inside of a brown paper bag, you read the neatly wrote letters on a small piece of paper for the last time checking for any mistake and slipped it inside a white envelope. You pulled out a brand new rose red coloured wax seal stick from an antique wooden box, you held the wax stick over the moving flame. Smearing the melted wax on the envelope, you quickly stamped the puddle of glistening red wax using a custom stamp with your initials. You gently placed the letter on top of the present box before jumping onto your warm bed, and letting sleep take over you.

"Y/N!" Yuta yelled, pulling you into his chest, the blissful warmth from his chest spreading into yours. "Be careful, you could have got hit by that car!" he scolded, a sense of déjà vu washed over you both, "I'll be careful next time," you said reluctantly pulling away from the warm embrace. "Oh! Happy birthday Yuta," you exclaimed and held out the brown paper bag you've been holding in your arms. "Thank you!" his eyes lit up as he hastily tears opened the blue present box, he wrapped the yellow scarf around his neck immediately. "I knitted it myself." you whispered under your breath, "That makes it even more special." Yuta laughed. His long fingers traced over the soft yarn, he smiled brightly at the warmth spreading on his neck.

You and Haechan snuck out again, this time running not to the park but a familiar door. The large board with the usual "Photography club" written in colourful chalk is now replaced with "Happy Birthday Yuta!" in bold letters. You slid open the door, club members rushing from corner to corner hanging rows of photos of Yuta and pumping up balloons. "You guys are late!" Johnny complained, "It's Haechan fault, not mine." you shrugged, "Hurry and come help don't just stand there." WinWin whined still pumping up balloons enthusiastically. "Yes sir!" you saluted before rushing to Jungwoo helping him hang up balloons and fairy lights. Haechan rushed back just as the bell rang, holding a cake in his arms. Jaehyun snatched the cake from Haechan's arms, he placed it on the table in the centre of the room, "Hurry light this up!" Jaehyun commanded.

Doyoung barged in with a blindfolded Yuta as you lit up the last candle, closing the door behind him Doyoung removed Yuta blindfold. "Happy Birthday to you..." you all sang clapping, Taeyong held the cake up to Yuta and said "Now make a wish birthday boy!", Yuta chuckled clasping his hands together and blew at the candle extinguishing each one of them. Laughter echoed in the small room, the lunch was spent with club members making jokes and eating cake.

You ended the day with karaoke night, everyone sang their heart out in the colourful room. You haven't exchanged a single word during the whole walk between you and Yuta after leaving the karaoke place, he insisted to walk you home since it is not safe for a girl to walk home alone. It's actually just an excuse for him to stay with you a bit longer, the tapping sound of your feet on the pavement and the occasional crunch of leaves kept you sane. An urge to confess bubbled up inside of you, it's just you and Yuta alone and this is the perfect time to do so you thought.

"I like you!" you blurted out three words you have been burying inside of you all this time, stirring up the silence between the two of you. "I always have from the start-", "But I don't Y/N, I'm sorry," Yuta stopped you mid confession. His words pierced your heart, you felt like he just stabbed you with a knife in your chest. Everything went silent, you wished the ground would swallow you whole. You couldn't bring yourself to look at him because you knew once you see his face the tears that you are holding back will flood out. "Oh, it's ok. Um... my apartment is just around the corner so see you later Senpai!" you said trying your best to not choke on the words sounding as enthusiast as you can. You waved at him and sprinted around the corner before your legs finally gave out, the burning tears you've holding back stained your cheeks. You didn't know how long you spent on the ground bawling your eyes out, you should have known better, you should have known there's no way Yuta would like someone like you, you thought.

It have been five months since your confession, you thought soon the hurt will go away right? But it didn't, your love for him grew more and more each day you saw him and so does the pain. It is already graduation day, you will never have to see Yuta again after his graduation. You don't know to be happy or sad that you will never be able to see his smile again, the thought ran through your mind as you sat staring blankly at the boring ceremony.

"I wish you the best Senpai!" were the words that you wrote onto Yuta's yearbook, you gave him one last hug and a smile before waving him goodbye. Haechan was sobbing next to you, "I will miss you Senpai!" he yelled waving Taeil, Johnny, Taeyong and Yuta. You patted Haechan's back as he sobbed into your shoulder, his tears wetting your uniform. You sighed heavily, this is the end of your first and only love you thought as you stared longingly at his back, his healing smile and words still playing in your mind.

Your fingers traced over his smile in a small polaroid, the sight of his smile makes your heart ached. It felt like this was all just yesterday, your life resumed "normally" after the Third years' graduation just without their smiles and encouraging words in it. You treasured the polaroids, some you took without him knowing before you formally met, some you took after, some with you in it and some with all the members in it.

Each polaroid contained their own stories, you were reminiscing about Yuta's birthday up to the night that led to your heartbreak when a gust of wind swept by blowing the polaroids out of your hand and onto the street. You hastily run out to the street, picking up each and every piece of flying polaroid. The deafening honk of a car was the last thing you heard before the vehicle plunged at you. Your vision started to blur as the red liquid gushed out of you, forming a puddle on the pavement and drenching the pieces of polaroid you are clutching. His smile was the last thing that flashes in your mind as you breath out your last breathe.

Sobs and choking sorries echoed in the green cemetery, grey skies clouded over the sombre scenery. Bouquets of flowers were placed in front of the stone slab with your name written across, the photography club members were all there including the graduated members were there comforting each other. But Yuta was missing, he was nowhere to be seen, the members tried to contact him but to no avail. "There's nothing we can do now, let's just hope Y/N rest in peace." Taeil comforted the members wiling his own tears away, "Yeh, all we can do is to be happy so Y/N can be happy watching us from above." Jaehyun choked out tears staining his face. Everyone said their last goodbye before leaving the flower filled grave.

A familiar figure appeared, he is dressed in a black vest holding a bouquet of red roses, your favourite flower. Yuta hasn't eaten nor sleep since the news of your accident broke out, he didn't cry, he couldn't. It's like the world went black, he refused to believe that you are gone, you meant everything to him and more. The thought of not seeing you ever again terrifies him, he tried to hold on to a small glimmer of hope that maybe this is just a cruel joke or a nightmare that he would wake up from. But it wasn't, you are gone now forever.The grey clouds grew heavy as cold rain started to fall, drenching Yuta in the stinging liquid. He fell down to the ground right in front of your grave and gently placed the rose bouquet next to all the flowers lying on the grass. "I lied Y/N." he muttered, "That night when you told me you like me, that was the happiest moment in my life." tears started to fall out of his eyes wetting his cheeks. "I love you, but I couldn't." he choked out harsh tears crashing to the ground, the pouring rain have masked his tears but he was crying.

Yuta was diagnosed with a chronic illness right after that summer festival, the world couldn't be crueler to him he thought. He couldn't love you, he knew he couldn't stay with you forever, he knew he would break your heart if he told you his feelings. So he hid it and lied, the lie that took you away from him. The doctor said he have a year but for him he died the moment the words left the doctor's lips. Your smile was the last thing he saw, before his lung also gave out and he collapsed onto the cold, wet ground.

#nct #yuta angst #yuta fluff #nct 127 angst #nct 127 fluff

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incorrigiblyhuman · 5 years ago

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— BASICS : DR. LEONARD HORATIO MCCOY.

▸ IS YOUR MUSE TALL / SHORT / AVERAGE ? : average at 5′10″, but he slouches and leans a lot so he tends to look smaller than he is.

▸ ARE THEY OKAY WITH THEIR HEIGHT ? : shoot, yeah. he found out partway through the first five years that he’s a micrometer taller than jim kirk and he’s been damn pleased about it ever since.

▸ WHAT’S THEIR HAIR LIKE ? : chestnut brown, kept short and trim, and downright silky. the only part he really styles is the sideburns, which are neat little points.

▸ DO THEY SPEND A LOT OF TIME ON THEIR HAIR / GROOMING ? : nah, it lies neat all on its own, he doesn’t usually comb it with anything other than his hands. which is why, after away missions on windy planets, he always looks a little more haggard than most folks, because his hair goes everywhere and sticks up all over the place.

▸ DOES YOUR MUSE CARE ABOUT THEIR APPEARANCE / WHAT OTHERS THINK ? : not really. outside of regulation uniforms and all that jazz, he considers his work to be his primary focus; he’s a doctor, dammit, not a beauty queen. that said, grey hairs are a bit of a sticking point for him, and if he sees a few he’ll take a little more time in the morning to smooth them down and out of sight; they always make him think about how old his daughter must be now if he’s going grey.

— PREFERENCES.

INDOORS OR OUTDOORS ? ▸ outdoors, he loves to bask in the sunlight or nap in the shade of a nice tree. fresh air does a man good. RAIN OR SUNSHINE ? ▸ sunshine. FOREST OR BEACH ? ▸ beach, but a little ways up from the water. PRECIOUS METALS OR GEMS ? ▸ both, honestly. he knows a lot about the symbolism of gemstones and would choose those as a gift before anything silver and gold, but most of the objects he values --- his wedding band, for one --- are made of precious metals. FLOWERS OR PERFUMES ? ▸ flowers. he loves the natural world. PERSONALITY OR APPEARANCE ? ▸ personality. you can dress up a shit as pretty as you like, but it won’t change the smell. BEING ALONE OR BEING IN A CROWD ? ▸ being in a crowd. he’s a lonely man with a head full of unhappy thoughts and memories, he greatly prefers being surrounded by friends and familiar faces, or idle chatter from strangers. ORDER OR ANARCHY ? ▸ somewhere closer to order but a bit of both; as much as he’d love to have some peace and quiet where everybody’s playing nice and doing what they’re told, sometimes a little anarchy is necessary for the good of society. or the soul. PAINFUL TRUTHS OR WHITE LIES ? ▸ painful truths. SCIENCE OR MAGIC ? ▸ science, goddammit, he’s had enough of magic. ( but if you’re listening, god, maybe just leave a few miracles at the door. ) PEACE OR CONFLICT ? ▸ peace. but some friendly conflict here and there ain’t amiss. NIGHT OR DAY ? ▸ day, preferably sunny and warm. DUSK OR DAWN ? ▸ dusk, right when the first stars come out. WARMTH OR COLD ? ▸ warmth. MANY ACQUAINTANCES OR A FEW CLOSE FRIENDS ? ▸ a few close friends, but why not both? READING OR PLAYING A GAME ? ▸ reading, he likes to unwind with some new ideas.

— QUESTIONNAIRE.

▸ WHAT ARE SOME OF YOUR MUSE’S BAD HABITS ? : he has a tendency to unknowingly substitute aggression for passion in conversations, and lash out at perceived slights before knowing all the facts. he thinks with his heart more than his head, which leads to a lot of social gaffes and interpersonal conflicts. his sleep schedule is completely erratic, even more so when there’s a problem that needs solving or a patient who needs treating. also, he chews on his stylus pens when he’s mulling over reports, and it drives the nursing staff up the wall.

▸ HAS YOUR MUSE LOST ANYONE CLOSE TO THEM ? HOW HAS IT AFFECTED THEM ? : he blames himself every day for the death of his father. it makes it difficult for him to face his mother in person whenever he gets shore leave back on earth, because whenever he sees her smile at him it reminds him of how she looked at the funeral, and the expression on her face when they both read about the discovery of the cure at the same time, sitting at the same dinner table, and looked up at each other. it’s the event he thinks of whenever he has doubts about his abilities as a doctor, whenever he’s facing someone in agonizing pain --- but, conversely, it’s also the memory that drives him whenever he’s facing down an illness that no one has ever seen before, a problem that seems to have no solution, whenever the odds seem to be against him. it’s the memory that makes him insist that there has to be an answer, and the memory that drives him to find it.

▸ WHAT ARE SOME FOND MEMORIES YOUR MUSE HAS ? : playing cowboys with his cousins at the annual family picnic, listening to his dad play guitar on the porch, joanna’s first birthday, his time spent with nancy, quiet nights in the ship’s observation lounge watching his friends beat the hell out of each other in three - dimensional chess.

▸ IS IT EASY FOR YOUR MUSE TO KILL ? : no. not at all. he avoids it entirely unless given no choice.

▸ WHAT’S IT LIKE WHEN YOUR MUSE BREAKS DOWN ? : self - loathing, self - deprecating, self - doubting, tearful and messy and just collapsing in on himself in a spiral of depression and a lifetime of regrets. it doesn’t matter what’s brought on the breakdown, the past is where his mind always goes to. when he’s in a bad mood, everyone around him knows it, so he usually shuts himself up in his room and gets very, very drunk to let it all out in privacy; he doesn’t like to break down in front of other people, because what kind of a morale booster is it to see the man who’s in charge of taking care of you bursting into tears over his fourth glass of whiskey?

▸ IS YOUR MUSE CAPABLE OF TRUSTING SOMEONE WITH THEIR LIFE ? : yes, and aboard the enterprise he does, frequently. he’s very selective about where he places his trust, and doesn’t often extend it fully to anyone, but he trusts james t. kirk absolutely, and in life - or - death situations, he'll follow anyone who thinks they can get everyone out in one piece.

▸ WHAT’S YOUR MUSE LIKE WHEN THEY’RE IN LOVE ? : soft. he’s a deeply caring and compassionate man, his sharp edges and blunt nature are shields that he puts up to keep people from taking advantage of that kindness or just hurting him in general; once those walls go down, he is constant touches and secretive smiles across the room and shocking smoothness and bringing coffee before you’ve even thought to ask for it. leonard mccoy is a shirt - off - his - back kinda guy, lets you steal his sweaters with only token grumblings, memorizes your schedule so he knows when to surprise you with dinner, gets shy being thanked for his affection and says it was nothing. everyone around him knows when he’s in love, because he just glows with warmth and compassion and generosity. and it also helps that he'll talk endlessly about the person he’s in love with without any prompting.

TAGGED BY: stolen from @sagaiisms TAGGING: anyone who wants to!

#( headcanons. ) JUST AN OLD COUNTRY DOCTOR.#( character study. ) TO SLEEP. PERCHANCE TO FINALLY FUCKING SLEEP.#( answered. ) SICKBAY TO BRIDGE.

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tisfan · 5 years ago

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Title: The Power of Positive Thinking Written by: @tisfan Square: B4 - Library AU Rating: G Triggers/warnings: none Tags: rude patrons, customer service, angel!librarian, customer service is hell Created for: @ineffablehusbandsbingo Word count: 688

Aziraphale, more commonly known to his human friends as Ezra Fell, and Mr. Fell to the library clientele, was binding a book back together. It wasn’t the delicate task, the way restoring an antique might be. This was a circulation copy that someone had gotten a little too enthusiastic about, but a simple bind and tape job. Some of Aziraphale’s colleagues were just as apt to slap duct tape on the back and re-affix the circulation sticker and call it a win.

Aziraphale was a little more particular than that, preferring to make sure the book was a well kept as possible. Bent pages and broken spines might indicate love for a book that resided on one’s own shelf, but the library copy shouldn’t look like someone dragged it through the mud. Why, the front cover was barely hanging on by a thread!

Fortunately, he owned an exacto knife, and while flaming swords were what he’d trained in, he knew his way around a pen blade or two.

“Excuse me,” someone said from behind him. More polite in words than tone. “I’m looking for a book.”

Aziraphale put on his best smile. “How fortunate for you that you happen to be in a library.” He carefully removed the spine, preserving it for the rebinding. It was a little cracked here and there, but an extra dab of glue would do the trick.

“The er… person at the front desk said you would help me,” the man continued on. “Mr. Bub?”

Beelzebub. Well, they were all but useless in the stacks anyway. “They did, did they? Well, if you’ll wait just two shakes of a lamb’s tail, this is a tricky bit of--”

“I’m looking for a specific book,” the man said, talking over Aziraphale. He no longer wondered that Beelzebub had sent the gentleman back to Aziraphale. He only marveled that they hadn’t bitten his head off and spat it down the stairs. Metaphorically speaking, of course.

“Oh, perhaps I can be of some assistance,” Aziraphale said. “Wonderful thing, card catalogs. What’s the title?”

“Don’t know,” the guy said. “It had a green cover.”

“That extends to an extraordinary number of books. I’m afraid you’ll have to be rather more specific. Author?”

“Who cares? It’s not like he was important.”

“Well, what was it about?”

“I haven’t read it,” the man said, sounding offended. “That’s why I’m looking for it. Friend recommended it.”

“Astonishing that they didn’t offer to lend it to you,” Aziraphale said. “Do you, in fact, remember anything about it that might assist in locating the book?”

“It was green. Think the first word of the title was The. Michael recommended it to me.”

“You’re too kind,” Aziraphale said. Right. Minor miracle time. He took a breath, touched his temple. “Ah… I think I have it for you, sir. The Power of Positive Thinking. This way.” He patted the book being repaired. You stay right there, please.

He led the man into the self-help section and pulled the book down from the shelf, offering it to him. It was not, Aziraphale noted, green. In fact, it was quite a disturbing shade of orange, with yellow swirls.

The man in the white suit glanced at the book. “Oh, well, yes, that’s…” He whipped out his phone and took a picture of the cover, turned around as if to walk away.

“Sir, your book?”

“Oh, don’t be stupid,” the man said. “I’m Gabriel, I don’t read books. I certainly don’t borrow them from dingy little libraries. I’ll order it on Amazon and put it on the shelf.”

And he left without saying thank you or anything.

“Well, he doesn’t need you, does he, dear?” Aziraphale said to the book and put it back on the shelf. “I’m quite positive that he was an arsehole.”

Well, if nothing else, it would make a fine story to tell Crowley when he got home from work. No doubt, Crowley, who worked in the nursery just down the block, would have several grand stories of his own. Customer service might not have been Hell, exactly, but sometimes, it was close.

#ineffablehusbands bingo #aziraphale #library au #customer service is hell

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drowning-in-dennor · 5 years ago

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Prompt number 15 with Dennor please ^^

Recommended listening: I Know Why (and So Do You) by Glenn Miller and his Orchestra[Warning: I do not play the viola. I don’t know if this is accurate.][Horri barrs this is long]

He’s practiced every day this week (a miracle, really), his fingers are blistered and his neck is covered in hickeys unfortunately inflicted by his viola and not Stellan, but Henrik knows it’s all going to be worth it.

He taps his bow against his knee, taking another deep breath. He slips a hand into his pocket, touching the little box inside.

I can do this, he tells himself.

The library’s quiet, as all libraries are, but every idle flip of a page, every scratch of the librarian’s pen feels like a million decibels to Henrik. It’s not until he looks at the clock does he realise it’s three fifty-five, five minutes before he’s to meet up with Stellan.

Viola in hand, he heads for an outdoor area outside the library. The frost-covered grass crunches under his feet as he sits down at a table, sweeping snow off the chair before he does so. Like how a mother fusses over her children, he flits around the table, transporting little trinkets out of the library and onto the translucent glass of the table.

The wind whistles.

He tunes his viola.

When he sets down his viola again, the door swings open and Stellan walks out, wrapping his scarf around him. “Sorry I’m late,” he says, “got a little caught up in a lesson.”

“No, no, it’s fine.” Henrik gently places his viola on his chair and goes to peck Stellan on the lips. “I had just enough time to tune my viola.”

Stellan only just then notices his instrument, lying there on his frosted-glass chair. “You brought it out today?”

Henrik picks it up, beaming. “Yeah! I wanted to, uh, celebrate a little. Do you remember what today is?”

His face softens. “How could I forget? Fifteen years ago, I was reading right there, at that seat - “ Stellan waves his hand at the chair - “when a loudmouth snatched my book right out of my hands and spoiled the ending for me.”

“And you chased me all around the library and made me buy you hot chocolate as an apology.” Henrik gestures at the table, where a still-steaming cup of hot chocolate stands. “Hot chocolate with coffee-flavoured marshmallows, to be specific.”

Taking the cup of hot chocolate, he sips at it. “I remember you being so surprised at a four-year-old having coffee, until you realised they were only in the marshmallows.”

“Idiot.”

“That’s me.” Henrik grins. “Your stupidly sappy boyfriend of five years and best friend of fifteen, here to play that song we always sang as kids.”

He takes a deep breath, slowly raising the viola to his shoulder. “I really hope you remember.”

He starts to play.

“Why do robins sing in December Long before the springtime is due? And even though it’s snowing, Violets are growing, I know why and so do you.”

“We heard it on the radio one day,” Stellan reminisces, “your singing was terrible back then. Luckily for me, it’s gotten much better since then.” He smiles, just a little bit.

“Come on, sing along!”

“Oh, all right.”

“Why do breezes sigh ev’ry evening, Whispering your name as they do? And why have I the feeling Stars are on my ceiling, I know why and so do you.”

Stellan clears his throat, taking another sip of hot chocolate. “We used to sing this every day. Sometimes, we’d play the piano while singing, even though neither of us knew how to.”

Henrik laughs and shifts a little to play a chord. “People always thought we were a little weird, huh? Two boys in love, singing a song from sixty years ago.”

“When you smile at me, I hear gypsy violins. When you dance with me, I’m in heaven when the music begins.”

“In our second year of high school, when we were stupid fifteen-year-olds, we performed this in front of the entire class.” Henrik winces, feeling the cold wind blow on his neck. “I think the video’s still on YouTube.”

He sways in time to the music. “An eternal homage to our younger years,” Stellan quips, “at least we’re smarter now, or I hope we are.”

“I can see the sun when it’s raining, Hiding ev’ry cloud from my view, And why do I see rainbows When you’re in my arms? I know why and so do you.”

“You sentimental fool.” Stellan’s eyes are awash with happiness as Henrik plays the interlude. “You saccharine, sweet, perfect fool.”

“That’s me.” Henrik winks. “Now, listen hard, okay? I wrote this part myself.”

His eyes widen ever so slightly. “Henrik Dansen, writing lyrics? I’ve rubbed off on you, obviously.”

“When you smile at me, I feel as though I can fly. When you’re here with me, My endless love I can never hide.”

He ends the song there, seeing his boyfriend look a little confused - as he predicted. “There’s one verse left.”

“Mmhmm.” Placing his violin back on the tablecloth, Henrik pats his pocket and slowly lowers himself on one knee. “I’ve got that covered.”

Snow, immaculate and white, descends from the sky as he pulls the box out of his pocket and sings.

“Why’s this little box in my pocket, Coloured in your favourite shade of blue? Though now I’m only singing, Soon wedding bells’ll be ringing, I know why and so do you.”

“Hey,” Henrik presents the box to Stellan, smiling nervously. “Sing with me.”

“O-Okay.”

“I know why and so do you.”

Their voices fade into the chilly winter air, and Henrik starts to panic. “Oh. Uh, well. I, um, I… you see, I had that really fancy song thing all planned, and I-I never really planned on how to - how to actually do this.”

Stellan can’t help smiling. “Typical.”

Henrik screams internally, numbed fingers struggling to open the box. “So, well, what I’m trying to say is, uh, we’ve known each other since we were little kids, and I’ve loved you ever since we’ve started going out. Like, I really, really love you. So, Stellan Bondevik, will you marry me and make me the happiest man on earth?”

He opens the box, revealing a modest silver ring. A single snowflake falls on top of the little azurite embedded at the top, slowly melting. Henrik looks at Stellan, whose hands fly to wipe at his eyes. “Stell?”

Dashing towards Henrik and throwing his arms around him, Stellan laughs, kissing him. “Of course.”

...

A/N: The last two verses are not in the actual song also this is probably the longest thing I’ve ever written for a request I’m sorry I can’t have everything the same length ;w;

#aph dennor #APH Denmark #APH Norway #aph fanfiction #my writing

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trvelyans-archive · 5 years ago

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a commission for @varricttethras of his oc kadan and varric !!! thank you so much for commissioning me! i hope you enjoy <3

varric tethras/oc, fluff/romance, 3800 words !

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The scarlet sun descends on the war-torn battleground, bathing the dry grass in an even richer shade of red than the blood splattered across it. Flowers that once blossomed lie crumpled on the ground, half-buried under the mud, ripped from their stems. An eerie silenced has settled over the area, yet it screams louder than any battle cry.

Only two people are left picking through the wreckage - one of them a ruggedly handsome dwarf, with fiery orange hair and a nose wrinkled from the stench of rotting corpses, the other a tall, towering woman with dark horns and ears adorned with small golden earrings, using the tip of her sword to fling up small clumps of dirt from the ground.

She is a well-built woman, with arms thicker than tree trunks and a chest that barely heaves or struggles for breath while her forehead and black hair are drenched with sweat. Despite her post-battle glow, a look of grim determination has settled on her face, creasing her gray skin.

The dwarf ambles over to her, slinging his crossbow over his shoulder. “How are you feeling, Nadak?”

“I don’t know,” she replies, looking up at the sky, trying to spot any crows circling the meadow. “How are you?”

“Better now that I know you’re safe,” he replies, pulling himself up onto a rock next to her until they’re equal height and reaching out for her. “How about a kiss?”

“For what?”

“Just because,” he says with a grin. “How about it?”

“Really, Varric?”

Varric shrugs. “Why not?”

“Why not what?” Kadan says. “What are you talking about?”

Varric’s eyes snap up from where he’s been staring into the murky brown water of his now-cold coffee to see her standing next to his table in the break room, arms crossed over her chest. “There’s a line-up out the door, and your break is over,” she says as she backs away from him, never taking her eyes away, and reaches over to grab a handful of sugar packets from the counter and fling them towards him. “You have three minutes before I get you fired.”

“You wouldn’t!” Varric says, feigning offense. “You couldn’t get through a day without me.”

“Yeah, I would,” she replies. “I’ll just put in my headphones and play a ‘bad jokes 10-hour loop video’ on YouTube until the end of my shift.”

“Hey.” He sticks his bottom lip out in a pout. “My jokes are at least mediocre.”

“At most, maybe,” Kadan shoots back with a grin. “Now get your ass out of your seat, Tethras, or I’ll come over and get you out of it myself.”

“And how do you plan on doing that?” Varric asks, cocking an eyebrow.

“By throwing you across the room.” She brushes a strand of hair behind her ear and kicks the door open with the sole of her combat boot, turning on her heel to push it the rest of the way. “And now you have two minutes to get your apron on and your ass back to the counter, so you might want to get started.”

“Fine, fine,” Varric calls out, “but – Aaand she’s already gone.”

He sighs and flips the cover of the notebook shut, scooping it up from the table and heading over to his locker, tossing it in amongst the others as well as the scattered pens and loose papers. Before he closes it, he grabs his café-branded visor and slips it on his head, heaving a sigh.

At least he has one good thing to get him through the day, he thinks to himself, even if he can’t manage to figure out this Maker-damned novel. Working with Kadan actually helps him stop stressing out about his writer’s block, if only for a little while, if only until he’s back home at the end of the day. Still, it’s something.

He’s been working here for a little over five years now, when his friend Hawke, the manager – by some miracle – hooked him up with a job after he graduated and couldn’t find any other. It was as if all of the newspaper companies and publishing agents in the city heard he had he finished his degree and scampered into a hole in the floorboards like mice so that he couldn’t find them. Well, he’ll show them. He’s going to publish the greatest novel since…

He’s going to publish the greatest novel ever, maybe. If he gets around to starting it.

Or maybe he’ll work here for the rest of his life. It’s not always bad – in fact, there are a few things that make it pretty good. Like the free coffee, and the fact that sometimes Hawke lets him steal the occasional mound of whipped cream to toss back with a shot of whiskey in the break room on slow nights. Much like tonight.

The rest of the shift passes at the speed of a tired snail, broken up only by the occasionally round of banter, and by the time they finally flip over the ‘closed’ sign on the door, Varric’s more than ready to head out. He doesn’t go right away, though.

“Any plans for the night?” he asks, swinging his legs back and forth as he sits on top of the counter, watching Kadan wipe down the cash register.

She looks over her shoulder at him, squinting. “Why?” she responds. “Have you secretly been a templar this whole time? Aren’t you a little too short?

He rolls his eyes at her, leaning his head back against the tile wall. “Just making conversation,” he replies. “And I’m pretty sure there’s no height restrictions on being a templar. It might just be the whole being-a-dwarf thing in general.”

And to that she scoffs, though it sounds like it’s torn between that and a laugh. “Maybe it’s the blasphemous amount of chest hair you unleash upon Kirkwall whenever you wear anything besides your work uniform.”

“And that wasn’t even my choice,” he grumbles.

“We could put ‘Varric’s Surprise’ as an ingredient option on the menu.” Kadan tosses the towel over her shoulder and turns to face him.

“It’d be a 50-50 toss up between my chest hair and a shot of vodka,” he replies, jumping down from the counter and heading for the door to the break room.

“I’m sure black coffee would taste even better with a shot of vodka in it,” Kadan teases, elbowing him.

“It does,” he says. “I would know.”

He’s not looking at her, but he knows she rolls her eyes. He’d be surprised if she ever responded to the things he said or did with anything else. “Of course,” she mutters. “Why am I not surprised?”

“Because you’ve been stuck with me for years,” he says, “and because you love me, even if you won’t admit it.”

She playfully reaches out to smack his shoulder. “In your dreams,” she says as she grabs her clothes from her locker and heads towards the bathroom.

“I – what?”

But she’s already gone, and he shakes his head, laughing. How does she always manage to leave him hanging?

In a few minutes, they’re walking out of the café together. Kadan’s the one with the keys to lock the door for the night, so Varric idles by her motorcycle while he waits for her to finish up. The sky is dark, save for the small sliver of baby blue light quickly fading from the horizon, and he rubs at one of the metal plates of her bike, trying to decipher if it’s the darkness outside that refuses to show Varric his reflection or if it’s just that dirty.

She pulls a bag of seeds out of her pockets while she makes her way over to him. “Do you wanna take a ride?” she asks.

“Nah, I’m good,” he replies. “Nice shirt, by the way.”

It’s some loud floral print with bananas on it, unbuttoned halfway down her chest. “Thanks,” she says with a crooked grin, scattering seeds on the cement behind her. “I got it at a second-hand store. You have no idea of all the cool things you could find there…”

Varric reaches back to slide his phone from his back pocket. “Is that so?”

“Yeah,” she responds, her grin growing smaller and smaller until it’s barely a smile, yet still happy, still pleased in its own right. “You know, Varric… I’ve realized something about life.”

“Yeah?”

She nods, backing towards her bike as a bird swoops down from the sky to peck at what she left behind for it. Once upon a time, Varric was surprised by this, but he isn’t anymore. He’s just annoyed that he has to worry about scaring the thing away. And, he supposes, a little impressed.

“Sometimes you find the best things when you’re not even looking for them.” She tucks the bag of seeds back into her pocket and swings one leg over her bike, reaching for her helmet. “I found this shirt on a rainy day a while ago when I didn’t even want to leave the house but you texted me and convinced me to get up and at least go to the store. You remember that?”

“Yeah, I do,” Varric replies, smiling, scratching at the stubble on his cheek.

“And I passed by my favourite store, and I thought, ‘hey, why not go in?’ And I did, and I found this, so… It just goes to show, you know?”

She has this sweet, wistful expression on her face, and it crumbles ever so slightly when Varric opens his mouth to reply. “You should be thanking me, then,” he informs her, trying to seem serious while he can feel a chuckle tickling the back of his throat. She waves her hand at him, laughing. “I’m the reason you got that shirt, so… Seems like I’m a pretty big part of your philosophy.”

A second or two passes. “Yeah.” Kadan tilts her head at him and squints a little as if she’s trying to figure something out. “Seems like it.”

Before he can say anything else, she slides her helmet over her head, covering it in a sturdy layer of dense plastic so he can’t see anything but her horns sticking out through two holes in the top. “See you tomorrow?” she says.

“See you tomorrow,” Varric replies, saluting towards her as she starts her bike and, eventually, drives away, out of the parking lot and onto the street where she disappears around the corner of the building.

When he’s sure she’s out of eyesight, he wipes his forehead on the back of his hand. Why is he so sweaty? And why did that conversation feel so damn intimate?

Maker. He needs a drink when he gets home. Or maybe four. Maybe a mug of coffee with a shot in it so he can write this novel instead of thinking about other things that are somehow more confusing.

When he wakes up the next morning, life continues the same as it always has. If he’s not working, Varric’s desperately trying to put down something for his novel or, if he can’t do that, trolling job postings online to see if there’s anything he’s qualified for. Certainly, he should be – he didn’t get a business degree his first time at school for nothing – but there’s nothing. Nothing right now, at least. He tells himself to hold out hope that there will be something in a few days, a few weeks, a few months. But he’s tired of waiting for good things to come around.

Still, like he’s said, things aren’t all bad.

After a few weeks he musters up the courage to take Kadan out to a bar after work – just as friends, of course, he clarifies, to which she heartily agrees. They play pool and get drunk and he’s convinced they even sing karaoke at one point, but he doesn’t really remember the next morning. What he does remember is that he’s going to be late for work, and that’s only because Kadan sends him a text to remind him, along with an embarrassing amount of smiley face emojis and a few pictures he doesn’t remember being taken.

He manages to make it into the café just before his shift starts.

“The man of the hour,” Hawke says as she moves around the counter to greet him. “Kadan told me about your little adventure last night. Well, she didn’t tell me –“ Hawke pulls out her phone – “she just sent me a bunch of pictures.”

“Leave me alone, Hawke,” Varric grumbles, heading for the back room with his notebook under one arm and his uniform in the other before Hawke can pull up any of the pictures of him with his tongue out or him with beer sloshed all over his chest.

“Hey, you can’t talk to your boss like that!” she protests with a smile.

“Just did!” Varric calls over to her as he shoulders the back room door open.

Kadan’s sitting at one of the tables nursing a coffee, and when she sees Varric, she lets out a low whistle. Much to his annoyance, she still looks great. “Did you get any sleep last night?”

“Not really,” he responds. “You?”

“A little,” she says. “Next time we do that, we should just… go back to either of our places to make sure the other one doesn’t throw up in their sleep and drown in their own vomit.”

Varric laughs, pulling his locker open and tossing his phone and his notebook inside.

“Sounds like a plan,” he replies. “Though I don’t suspect I’ll be doing that again any time soon. You have too much blackmail material on me as it is.”

“Good point.” Kadan slides out of her seat and hip checks Varric as she passes by. “You have two minutes ‘till your shift starts, Tethras. You don’t want to make the manager mad.”

“Believe me, Kadan,” he says, turning his head to watch as she stops in the doorway, “I know.”

Kadan winks at him before leaving.

He probably should have called in sick today, but what would have been the point in that? He needs money for rent anyway, and he wanted to see Kadan. He can’t help it. She cheers him up when he’s at his grumpiest – well, most of the time, anyway, and when he’s too grumpy to be saved he at least knows she’ll put up with him through it. And she makes him laugh. And she holds a joke better than any of his other friends, so he can’t not appreciate her because of that.

The morning rush is quieter than normal – it’s raining, so most of their usual customers are probably opting to go straight to work, which means the coffee shop is dead safe for the occasionally straggler or university student. By the time lunch rolls around, Varric’s only made seven or eight coffees, and he burns out the rest of his coffee-making energy on his own, topped with butterscotch chips and whipped cream and all the disgusting shit he can think of that’ll hopefully keep him awake and alert until he can go home. If only he had some alcohol to pour into it….

On his break, he stirs the disgusting beige mush with a coffee stirrer in the break room, pouring over his notebook, staring at the lined pages and daring them to fill up with words on his own. He has the ideas – he just doesn’t know how to write them out. At least he has a couple of characters to work with. That makes things a little easier.

But just a little easier, like having a paddle to row across the ocean with when there’s already a leak in your boat.

He picks up his pen and taps it against his lips, mulling over what the first line can be, and instead opts to draw a crude cartoon picture of Hawke before the door to the break room slams open.

“Varric!” Kadan whines. “Your break is over! I’m hungry!”

“Okay, okay!” Varric throws his hands in the air and stands up, grabbing his coffee on the way out. “I’m going, I’m going!”

“Good,” Kadan says, crossing her arms over her chest, watching him drag himself back out to the counter. “The line-up of eighteen salesmen are waiting impatiently for their coffees.”

Varric’s nose wrinkles, and he sighs. “I hate you,” he mumbles.

“No,” she replies, “You know you love me.”

He can barely give her the finger before the door slams shut.

For some reason, the more and more coffee he drinks, the more and more he just wants to go home. He’s half convinced he should ask Hawke if he can leave early, but she’s eating a sandwich by the window and yelling into the phone at her brother and he doesn’t think that conversation would go over very well. His forehead pounds with a heavy headache, and he stares at the clock on the wall for the rest of his shift, hoping that, if he does, it might make it go a little faster.

He’s cleaning up the counter at the end of the night after Hawke closed up shop and said goodnight when Kadan slowly approaches, arms behind her back.

“So,” she begins. “Can I ask you something?”

“Sure,” Varric sighs. “Why not.”

“Are you… actually in love with me?”

His first response is to laugh, and he hopes it’s enough to hide the fact that his throat suddenly feels like it’s closing up. “What are you talking about?”

There’s a moment of silence as Kadan pulls whatever it is she has behind her back out and drops it on the counter he’s cleaning. It’s his notebook.

“Hey!” he protests, throwing his towel down and grabbing the book. “That’s private!”

“You left it on the table in the break room!” Kadan retorts haughtily. “I looked inside to see whose it was!”

Fuck. He doesn’t remember ever putting it back in his locker after his break. She’s definitely telling the truth.

“Well… so?” he says. “How does that relate to you asking me if I love you or… or s-something?”

She snatches it out of his hand, unbothered by his strangled noise of protest, and flips it open, scanning the pages with scribbles on them until she finds what she wants.

“There,” she says, pointing. “The main character’s girlfriend is a qunari named Nadak.”

“And?”

“Varric!”

She’s right again, unfortunately. Damn it. He hadn’t even realized until now. He hadn’t realized many things, it seems, because his heart is hammering in his chest and his palms are suddenly very sweaty and fuck, why is this conversation scaring him so bad?

“Okay, well… maybe it’s based off of you, but –“

“Varric.”

Her frustration fades into something smaller, sadder, and he reaches out for her. “Okay, maybe I – I don’t know, Kadan, maybe I have feelings for you. I haven’t really thought about it. I haven’t thought about much besides my novel lately…”

“So you don’t know?”

“No,” he answers. “No, I guess I do. I’ve just been trying to ignore it because – well, shit, I don’t know, Kadan. I kind of just assumed you always thought of me as a friend…”

“You’re such an idiot.”

“Well, I wouldn’t go that far, but –“

In one movement, Kadan’s picked him up under the armpits and sat him on the counter so that the cash register is uncomfortably digging into his back, and before Varric even has a chance to process what’s happening, she’s kissing him. She tastes faintly like peanut butter and chocolate and Varric freezes in place, not sure what he’s supposed do. Does he kiss her back? Does he touch her? Does she want him to?

When she pulls away, her eyes are closed for a second, and then her eyebrows furrow together. “Sorry,” she says quietly, continuing not to look at him. “I should’ve asked first –“

“Yeah, I just finished cleaning this counter, so –“

She opens her eyes and smacks his leg and he laughs.

“So, the feeling’s mutual, I guess?”

“Yeah,” Kadan replies. “I guess so.”

“You know, I heard somewhere that it’s pretty sexy to make out in a closet at work if you’re trying to avoid being seen by your boss,” Varric says, sliding off the counter onto the floor.

“Hawke left.”

“Did you ignore the part where I said it’s sexy? Because –“

As always, she does something to cut him off before he can finish, but he has to admit that her dragging him into the break room isn’t as annoying as the other times have been.

She fumbles with the keys to the janitor’s closet while he stands behind her impatiently, and she pushes him in the second it’s open. And then she’s kissing him again, cupping his face with one hand and closing the door behind them with the other, and this time, he kisses her back, because he can, and he wants to, and there’s nothing that can go wrong with this now.

Their visors bump up against each other and he laughs, reaching up to tug both of them off and toss them on the ground at his feet.

He has to angle his head a little bit to kiss her, and yet for some reason it doesn’t feel as awkward or as unusual as he thought it would. Of course, it helps that she lets him tug her down by the collar of her shirt as he works with her buttons, trying to focus on kissing her even though her clothes are providing to be more than a distraction. He huffs, pulling away, frowning as he works.

Kadan clears her throat. “Maybe we should –“

There’s a loud noise outside in the main part of the building, too loud not to be made by a person. They both turn to look at the door, frowning, Varric’s hands still on Kadan’s shirt, her hands still on his neck.

“What was that?” he whispers.

“I don’t know,” Kadan replies, “but –“

Suddenly, the door of the closet swings open, and Hawke’s standing there with her hands on her hips and her lips pursed, but the second she sees that someone is inside she lets out a horrific scream.

“Maker!” Varric says, startled, jumping away from Kadan. “Are you trying to wake up everyone in the neighbourhood, Hawke?”

“What are you doing?” she asks incredulously.

“Kissing,” Kadan chirps. “Why?”

“Maker…” Hawke rubs a weary hand over her face. “I mean, I’m happy for you. Watching the two of you flirt for the past two years with nothing coming of it has been torture.” Varric feels his cheeks beginning to burn, and he scrubs his hand over his face to try and hide it. “But also… don’t make out at work, maybe! And don’t scare the shit out of me like that!”

“Sounds good!” Varric says quickly, taking Kadan’s hair and pushing past Hawke. “Let’s get going, Kadan. I have some work on my novel to do, anyway.”

“Really?”

“Yeah,” he answers. “I don’t know where it came from, but I’m feeling inspired all of a sudden…”

“Well, I think you can probably thank me for that,” Kadan teases.

Varric laughs, drawing her hand up to kiss her knuckles. “Yeah… I think so, too.”

#!!!!!!#this was so fun babey i love modern aus hehe #thank you very much again <3 i hope you enjoy ahhhh #varric tethras x oc #my writing #my commissions

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radiojamming · 6 years ago

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Any Rook/Jacob with a daemon au, please.

i took this in a bizarre direction and i fully blame @sisterfriedes

and this is v much based on dishonored, but i tried not to make it like a straight up crossover. :D (and i’m rly sorry because i know daemon =/= FUCKIN MONSTER DEITY but i’m weak)

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THE BAPTIST WILL HEAR YOUR CONFESSION

The graffiti is an ugly strike on the wall, done in a nervous hand with wide-arcing splashes of paint. It was clearly done in a hurry, of that much Rook is certain, and all it does is make them sigh in aggravation. The city already has enough trouble without anxious religious folk plastering apocalyptic phrases on the walls. Rook can’t go a damn day without reading that the Soldier will cull the weak, the Siren will pull the worthy into the Bliss, and the Father–

Oh, hell, don’t get Rook started on the Father.

Regardless of who is who in the whole fucked up pantheon, defacement of property is still defacement of property, and Rook writes it up yet again, for the fifth time this week on the same exact block. Honestly, at this point, it might be worth looking for a new job.

It’ll be the same exact ritual that it’s been for months. Rook will have to bring the write-up to the sheriff and after far too much paperwork than some paint on a wall needs, someone will be sent out to wash the walls. Then, in about two days or so, another message will appear, and they’ll start the process all over again.

Rook stares down the message with something a little like accusation, like the Baptist is responsible for all this. Well, he almost is, Rook thinks. They couldn’t tell their followers not to deface property? Or just not to do anything illegal? Is that so hard?

“Harder than you think,” says a pleasant voice from somewhere to the left of Rook.

Appropriately, Rook yelps and jumps back, fumbling with their pen and notepad while trying to grab their baton at the same time. All that ends in is the notepad falling into a puddle, the pen clattering after it, and Rook uselessly clutching the baton to their chest while they hyperventilate.

“Calm down, Deputy. I’m not going to hurt you.”

The voice belongs to man that steps out of the shadow of an empty portcullis–literally coming out of the shadows, as if he’s being woven from their fabric. In this part of the city, ravaged by every ailment associated with poverty, he clashes magnificently against his backdrop; well-dressed in a silken shirt that’s as blue as a morning fog, and a black vest that Rook swears twinkles with actual starlight. His dark hair is slicked back, his beard neatly trimmed, and his eyes–

He has no eyes.

Or, rather, he does, but they’re completely black. They have no shine to them, no spare gleam of the streetlight impatiently buzzing over the two of them. They’re like two wells of ink, and his eyelids crinkle around them in amusement.

Rook only just manages to look away from his unnerving stare to trace a line down from his smiling mouth to the tattoos that slither out from under his rolled-up sleeves. The man seems to bend shadows around him in a strange way, so that the ink on his arms move, sometimes wavering like a heat mirage, sometimes fluttering, undulating, shivering, and pulsing. There are letters that Rook recognizes, but they don’t look long enough at his arms to figure out what they say. They’re far too occupied by the man as a whole.

“Wh– Wha–” they start, fail, and start again. Their voice trembles and wheezes to silence, and their jaw works on words that refuse to come out.

This man, if he could even earn the term, just smiles and smiles. His gait is unnatural as he walks towards them. Every step is too even, like he’s gliding rather than walking at all. There’s no bounce to his step, and Rook doesn’t look down at his feet, because they’re suddenly sure that he isn’t touching the ground. As he gets closer, the air around him grows colder and colder, and when he finally stops, just short of where Rook stands shivering in horror, Rook’s breaths are coming out in visible puffs of steam, even though it’s full-on summer around them.

“Deputy,” the man says again. He spends time on each syllable, drawing it out, tapping on each one thoughtfully. Dehp-hyoo-tee. Language sounds strange in his mouth; or at least the languages that humans speak.

There’s more amusement in his face, drawing lines around his mouth and eyes, on his forehead.

“If I didn’t know better, I think I may have scared you.”

Rook wants to say no shit, but their tongue is useless. They can only nod.

“Poor thing. You’re only doing your job, after all.”

He turns then, and as he does, Rook watches as some of the starlight on his vest flecks off and shimmers to the concrete where it fizzles out in the puddle beside the waterlogged notepad. He looks at the graffiti and hums thoughtfully, reaching up and tapping on his chin like an art appraiser. “Normally I’m flattered by the more outspoken devout, but I’m inclined to agree with you, Deputy. This was done in bad taste,” he says.

Rook isn’t sure how it might make sense, but his voice reminds them of water falling over stone, splashing and trickling as it cascades. Yet at the same time, it’s a familiar voice, like the calming cadence of a well-spoken minister.

The man reaches out with his left hand, tattoos rolling like ocean waves across his fingers. As abruptly as a blink, the graffiti is gone. The brick wall is as bare and clean as it was the day it was assembled.

It’s a miracle that Rook hasn’t fainted.

The man turns back to them, and now there is a shine in his eyes. It’s a peculiar light, appearing to come from within his eyes rather than cast on them. His smile is a strange pull of muscles, unnatural, like it was carved in marble. “Oh, come on, Deputy,” he says, voice trickling down the syllables. “You should be happy! I fixed it for you. You won’t have to report to your Sheriff, and no one will have to come and clean up the mess. It’s one less thing to clutter your day.”

There are half a hundred things that come to mind as far as what Rook can say, but their voice is still recovering, and polysyllabic attempts at syntax are postponed. All they can say is, “Why?”

His smile grows, and it’s as natural as stone growing. He reaches up, and although his hand barely touches Rook’s cheek, they can feel him. His presence reaches out, and it reminds Rook of water running across their skin. They can smell salt in the air, and something cold and metallic. “Why not?” he asks. He moves his thumb, and Rook feels an answering brush against their skin, even though he hasn’t touched them at all. “I can do so many things, Deputy. I can wipe the minds of every Follower in this district so that they’re as docile as sheep without so much as a thought in their heads. They’ll hardly be able to speak, let alone read and write. You’ll never have to worry about them defacing a wall again. Wouldn’t you like that?”

The statement crushes on them like a merciless rip tide. The air is knocked out of them, and they feel as if they’re as stunned as his threat entails. “N-no,” is all they can say through quivering lips.

“No?” His smile only fades a little, but there’s a peak between his eyebrows. He’s intrigued, surprised.

They shake their head. There’s not much more they can do.

“Wealth, then. I can give you that. I can fill your pockets with gold and silver and anything else you could ever desire.” He leans in closer now. The metallic scent grows more acrid, like it’s edged with something burning. He lowers his voice, like storm-wrought waves hissing through stone. “You would never have to work again. You could live a life of luxury, looking down on these streets but never having to step foot on them again if you didn’t want to. I could fill your tables with fruits and spices from places you’ve never even heard of. You could be royalty. Don’t you want that?”

It might be his work, or it may be Rook’s imagination outpacing them by leagues. Everything he says fills their mind with bright images, of the halls of a house with fifty rooms, carved and decorated as finely as a palace. They see bowls of fruit like gemstones laid out on long tables. They see–

“No. No, I can’t,” Rook says, slowly gaining their voice back.

They can’t ignore how the man takes a step back. His face goes through a sea-change, changing through shades of unnaturalness until it almost seems human. There’s a flush to his cheeks, and the black fades from his eyes. He looks at them now with eyes the color of the ocean in the sunlight. Too blue, too promising.

“I can give you everything,” he says. His voice is soft, whispering like a gentle rain. “Anything you ask for at all. Power, money, love, anything. All you have to do is say–”

“No.”

Because Rook knows. They know from every story, from every text they’ve read, from the same root source as what causes them to cringe away from the Father, and the Soldier, and the Siren–

Three times deny the Baptist, and he’ll come no more.The Baptist has the agency to look authentically surprised, blue eyes wide, mouth agape. The starlight on his vest has ceased its shimmer, the mist of blue silk seems to turn to ice. Then, the black leaches back into his eyes and his smile twists into a sneer. It snarls on his face like a carved grotesque on one of the city’s cathedrals, lips pulled back unnaturally, muscles taut in some places and bulging in others. His tattoos seem to grow across his skin, turning his flesh into mottled patterns like enormous bruises; patches of black and blue and violet.

“Ungrateful,” he says accusingly. “I gave you the potential of my blessing, you know. Do you realize that?”Rook is careful not to say ‘yes’. They only nod, still holding the baton close to their chest.

Slowly, the Baptist’s sneer untwists itself from where it’s wrung like fists in fabric. It slowly unfolds to something more stable, like carefully maintained neutrality. Finally, he crosses his arms over his chest, tattoos rigidly moving like iron bars keeping him from Rook. “Fine, then. I’ll leave you be. I won’t even return the graffiti as a gesture of goodwill. But my offer stands, Deputy. Never say I wasn’t kind to you.”“Alright,” is all Rook can bring themselves to say.

Because they know what his Blessing is. They know the stories about people who wear the Baptist’s mark upon their skin, who have been Cleansed, who have Atoned and Confessed. It’s all part of his ritual, to drain away what makes an individual, hollow them out, and fill them with something dark and cold and terrible.

Yet somehow, Rook has the feeling that this isn’t what the Baptist wanted to do to them.

He lets out a sigh, not unlike Rook’s at finding the graffiti. Then, he levels that black gaze on them, with the strange inner lantern light of his eyes spilling out between hem. “I’ll see you soon, Deputy.”

The syllables fade into the cold air, and in a breath, the Baptist is gone. The humid air rushes back like it’s been denied in a vacuum, and Rook is left breathless, standing before an empty brick wall, their notepad a total loss, their baton still in their white-knuckled grip.

Gingerly, they pick the notepad up, the pages bloated and gray with dripping ink. Then, the pen, which drips black spots into the puddle. For a long moment, Rook watches these spots form and spread against the cobblestone.

Drip, drip, drip.

And slowly, they see a strange shape form, unfolding itself into something like a pair of scales–

Rook turns away and begins walking out of the alley, stopping only to throw the ruined notepad in a dented garbage can shoved up against a wall. At least that won’t be as hard to explain to the Sheriff as everything else.

#far cry 5 #prompt fill #john seed #junior deputy #idk it's not as shippy as i thought it would be #I MEAN IT'S OBVS SUGGESTED #and wow this got away from me pretty quick

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marshmallow-phd · 6 years ago

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My Soul to Keep

Genre: Demon AU

Pairing: Fem!Reader x Kris Wu

Summary: Kris never had a problem with what he was. He’d bargain and make deals with mortals in exchange for their souls. It was just the job. But when an assignment puts you in his path, he’s suddenly questioning his existence. As the consequences of his choices catch up with him, how much in harms way will you be?

Part: 1 I 2 I 3 I 4 I 5 I 6 I 7 I 8 I 9 I 10 I 11 I Final

You took a deep breath as you stood outside the building. The sign above the door read “Wu Law Firm” and seemed legitimate from what you could see. But you still couldn’t shake the feeling that something was up. Maybe it was just the fact that your life had been absolute shit for the better part of it and now this miracle seemed too good to be true.

“Just suck it up and go inside,” you growled at yourself. Taking one more lung-filling breath, you grabbed the door handle and went inside.

The lobby was a decent size, with very comfortable looking chairs lined up against the wall and a very pretty receptionist sitting at the front desk. You approached slowly, not wanting to disturb her as she typed away on her keyboard.

Hearing you approach, she looked up and gave you a genuine smile.

“Hi, how can I help you?”

“Um,” you cleared your throat to try and stable out your voice. “My name is (y/n) (l/n). I have an appointment with Mr. Wu?”

Her face lit up and she jumped out of her chair. “Yes! Follow me!”

She headed down a hallway to your right, her heels clicked on the hardwood floor. The door she stopped in front of simply read “Wu”. Softly, she knocked on the door.

“Come in.”

The receptionist turned to you. “Go on in.”

Before you could thank her, she was off down the hall and back to her desk. You turned the doorknob and entered the office.

Everything was decorated in shades of gray. Nothing personal hung from the walls that gave you any clues to the owner’s private life, just vague painting replicas and blown up landscape pictures. The furniture was all dark woods, beautifully polished to perfection. Mr. Wu sat at the oversized desk in front of a large window where the shades were drawn. He was focused on the task at hand, going over papers laid out before him. When he looked up at you and smiled, you froze.

Whether it was the grief, the shock, or the sunglasses, you hadn’t realized how handsome he was back at the funeral. During your life, the other lawyers you’d interacted with were usually middle aged men with hair plugs and a beer belly. But Mr. Wu’s face was clean shaven, showing off a sharp jawline. His jacket was draped over the back of his chair, leaving on just the white button-down with the sleeves rolled up to show off his toned forearms. A pair of cute round glasses sat on his nose, completing the look.

Stop it, (y/n)! He’s your aunt’s lawyer, not a guy in a bar for you to ogle at.

You were just still disoriented from losing two family members so close together. You needed to keep your mind on the reason you were here, nothing more.

Mr. Wu stood up and gestured to the chairs resting in front of the desk. “Please, sit.”

You did, trying to remain focused.

“Thank you for coming today,” he said, shuffling the papers together and placing them off to the side. “I’ll try to make this quick.” He pulled more papers out from a drawer and laid them out, facing you. After sliding a pen towards you, he folded his hands in front of them. “All I need is your signatures accepting the inheritance and then I can get everything transferred to your accounts. You should be able to access the money by tomorrow.”

Your jaw dropped. “That fast?”

He nodded. “Yes. Everything else has gone through and I’m taking the fast channels so your aunt’s estate could be settled quickly. As for the house, you can move in there as well.”

You shook your head. “No, I’ll just sell it.”

From what you’d been told, your aunt lived in a mansion-like house in the fancy neighborhood north of town. You didn’t need - nor did you want - that kind of space. Instead, you’d find yourself a smaller house, something simple where you wouldn’t feel the emptiness as much.

“It’s your choice,” Mr. Wu shrugged.

You grabbed the pen, skimming over the documents before signing on the dotted line. Once you were finished, Mr. Wu stacked them up again.

“I’ll get this taken care of for you right away,” he promised.

You smiled, feeling like some weight had been lifted off your shoulders. “Is there anything else?”

He shook his head, standing up. “No, that’s it.” He held his hand out to you, “It was a pleasure doing business with you, Miss (l/n).”

You took it, somewhat disappointed by the sense of finality in his voice. “Thank you, Mr. Wu.”

It’d been a month since you signed the papers and Kris had moved on to other “clients”. But he couldn’t shake you for some reason. You weren’t anything special. You weren’t a Mother Teresa or an angel or anything else that was extraordinary.

Maybe it was the way your brother had pleaded and fought for you. Maybe it was how ultimately good you were. He’d kept an eye on you, making sure that the transfer had really gone as smoothly as he’d promised. He watched you move out of the dingy studio apartment you’d been inhabiting into a small two bedroom house. The new home was in a much nicer neighborhood, but still simple; nothing extreme or outlandish. Nothing that someone who had just inherited a fortune would buy.

And that was how you were living your life. You didn’t go shopping at the high end stores, overstocking your wardrobe with designer brands or buying the latest technology. You’d set most of the money up in Time Deposits, just letting it sit. As for working, you kept at it. Sure, you’d quit two of your jobs, but you kept going to the animal shelter, spending five days a week there, taking care of the cats and dogs housed within its walls.

After snagging another soul wishing for fame and fortune, Kris was itching to see you, to be near someone not so selfish. So, like an idiot, he jumped in the car (a slow but less attention-seeking mode of travel) and drove to the shelter.

You were in the back of the kennels, washing the coat of a golden retriever. The dog was sitting obediently as you rinsed out the shampoo with the detachable shower head. You were wearing a simple t-shirt displaying the name of the shelter and khaki shorts sporting plenty of pockets. There was nothing glamorous about your appearance, and yet, somehow, Kris found himself smiling.

At his approach, the dog barked, alerting you to the visitor.

Your eyes lit up at his presence and Kris found himself liking that a bit too much.

“Mr. Wu!”

The retriever shook out his coat, spraying water droplets all over you. Kris bit back a snicker as you laughed, wiping the water from your face. You turned off the water and grabbed a towel to start drying the dog’s fur.

“Miss (l/n),” he feigned surprise. “What a coincidence. I wasn’t expecting to see you here. I figured you’d spend your days relaxing.”

“Money or not,” you laughed, a strangely pleasant sound, “I couldn’t give up my time here. You can call me (y/n), by the way, Mr. Wu. I was never too big a fan of my last name.”

“Well, (y/n), I’m glad to see that you’re not just sitting poolside for the rest of your life,” Kris commented, putting his hands in his pockets and leaning up against the chain link fence that separated the dogs. “And you can call me Kris.”

You smiled. “Okay. Kris.”

Seemingly satisfied with your work on the golden retriever, you grabbed its collar and guided it back to its kennel. Turning back to Kris, you asked, “So, what brings you here?”

“Um,” Kris scratched the back of his head. He hadn’t quite thought that far. “The apartment gets a bit lonely sometimes, so I thought maybe a pet would help?” That made sense, right? Not that his actual home ever got lonely. Quite the opposite.

You pursed your lips. “Are lawyers ever home?”

Kris laughed. Did you catch his lie? “I like to take evenings off.” Not exactly a fib. He managed to work his own time that way.

Nodding, you crossed your arms lazily over your stomach. “Okay. How’s your schedule?”

Kris frowned. “Excuse me?”

“Your daily schedule?” you explained. “Do you have the same routine every day or is it pretty erratic?”

“The latter,” he answered honestly. You motioned for him to follow you.

Leaving the area housing the dogs, the two of you made it to the other side of the shelter where the felines were stored.

“I think a cat may be a better choice for you,” you suggested. The cages were stacked on each other, four up and across, in one giant box-like structure that covered a majority of the wall. “They take care of themselves pretty easily and don’t need as much attention as dogs do.”

Almost immediately, one creature caught the demon’s eye. Kris walked up to the black cat at was sitting as his eye level. Its ears perked up at his approach. Sticking a finger into the cage, he waited as the cat slowly crawled towards him and then started rubbing its head against his exposed digit. Cats always like his kind better than dogs. This one was still a kitten, just the size of his hand, maybe a bit smaller.

“Aw, he likes you,” you smiled, leaning against the cages. “Funny. Midnight hasn’t really liked anyone. It doesn’t help that he’s a black cat. Pets of that color have a lower adoption rate.”

Midnight. What a cliché name for a black cat. Kris maneuvered his finger to scratch Midnight’s chin. The cat was loving that given the steady purr in its throat.

“Do you want to hold him?” you asked.

Before Kris could protest, you’d already unlocked the cage and reached in, pulling the cat out. You held the poor thing out to him and Kris couldn't even find it in him to protest. He didn’t actually have any intentions of getting a pet; it was simply an excuse to see you. How did it come to this? The cat immediately cradled in the crook of his arm, purring in satisfaction.

“I think we just made a match,” you laughed.

Kris wanted to curse. The sparkling look on your face made it impossible for him to put the cat back. Junmyeon was going to kill him.

“So,” you traced the crisscross pattern on the cage near your hip, not meeting Kris’ eye, “would you like to come over for dinner?”

Kris nearly choked on the air in his throat. This wasn’t exactly the plan. He just wanted to see you, maybe chat a little. He was teetering on a very dangerous line. “D-dinner?”

“Yeah,” you answered meekly. “A-as friends, of course. I just like to cook, but it feels almost pointless doing all that work for only myself. You don’t have to, of course! I won’t be offended if you don’t want to.”

For a moment, Kris thought about it. Relationships with humans were strictly forbidden. In ten centuries, he’d never broken that rule. But it was just dinner. He’d already deliberately sought you out. Perhaps he could maintain his balance on the line and even cross back over to the side that was safe after he’d satisfied his curiosity.

He could go over, tell you some lie about him moving out of town or something and then never see you again for the rest of your life. It was a treacherous game he was playing. Especially if he ended up not being able to tell you good bye. But he couldn’t stop himself. Maybe it was how boring and monotonous his life had become. Maybe he just wanted something to play with for a while. Whatever it was, it made him agree.

“Sure,” he nodded, scratching the space between Midnight’s ears. “Dinner would be nice.”

You beamed at his answer.

A treacherous game indeed.

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@sassyattackdog @lovebuginlove

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murkrees · 7 years ago

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nice to meet you, soulmate; lee donghyuck

summary: it was your forgetfulness that nearly cost you your grades - however, it was forgetfulness that led him to you.

pairing: haechan x reader

genre: soulmate! au, fluff

“(Y/N)!” You turned your head to see your best friend running up to you, backpack in hand, “Have you studied for the math quiz today?”

“We have a math quiz?” You furrowed your brows, confused.

“Yeah,” she replied, already in the process of taking her books out of her bag and showing you all the notes she made, “Well, what did I expect from you? You’re always so damn forgetful.”

“Sorry,” you sheepishly chuckled, sending a pleading look, “You can help me, right?”

“Damn right I can. You know Soori from class 3A, right? The girl that gets away with everything?” You nodded as your best friend pulled out her phone and scrolled through a LINE chat, clicking on a picture, “Well, they got the quiz yesterday. She took a picture when the teacher wasn’t looking.”

“You’re a lifesaver,” you grinned, already taking a black sharpie from your locker and dragging your best friend to the toilets, “Really.”

“I know I am,” she smiled, and you burst into the restroom together.

You lifted up your skirt and gestured for her to open the picture again, uncapping the sharpie and scribbling down the answers hurriedly on your thigh. Your school was a prestigious one, but the teachers were either chill with whatever you did or simply didn’t care. Once you were finished with jotting down all the questions and answers in your messy handwriting, you capped the sharpie back and pulled your skirt down just as the bell rang.

You didn’t particularly like cheating, but desperate times called for desperate measures. Both of you entered class, seating yourselves around the back of the classroom just before the teacher made roll call. Your first subject was unluckily math, and papers were passed down from aisle to aisle. You looked at the questions, discreetly bunching the fabric of your skirt to reveal the answers.

However, you found that instead of the answers you had written before, there were a completely new set of equations and variables. There, hastily jotted with a pen, were the words ‘You sly cheat. P.S. I fixed some of them. You’re welcome.’ You snorted before you could stop yourself. Of course you didn’t remember writing it- your soulmate had.

The two of you were an odd pair, and you learned that the hard way. Back when you were still in elementary school, your arms would be littered with various kid doodles. He was terrible at drawing, and still was even now. Because you were forgetful, you had always liked to write down deadlines and projects you needed to do where you would remember. Your soulmate, being the annoying brat he was, liked to erase them and write down a completely different thing to replace it. One of his favorites was ‘Get a goddamn agenda.’

You also learnt that his friends really liked to mess around with him. There were numerous times when you were doodling on your arm and someone had written about how your day was doing in handwriting completely different from your soulmate’s. You would scribble down a reply, and it was then there would usually be a lot of unintelligible lines from when your soulmate would try to wrestle the marker from his friends.

Another one that happened frighteningly often was when you’d wake up in the morning to find dicks drawn on various parts of your body, along with a little note saying sorry specifically directed to you, explaining about how your soulmate was sleeping.

You wrote a ‘Give me a break. I didn’t study last night.’ before turning your focus back to your test paper, copying the new answers (not before writing a small thank you next to a crudely drawn dick). By the time you finished, the class was only halfway over. You sighed, running a hand through your hair.

The quiz was simple, only having ten questions in total. Most of your classmates had finished, and you stood to turn your paper in to the teacher up front. She didn’t look up from grading the other papers, and you bowed lightly before returning to your seat. Your best friend was leaning back on her chair, playing with her pen. She looked at you with a bored stare.

“Hey, don’t you start that internship after school?” She questioned, doodling on the back of her hand. You nodded. She sent you a level stare, as if challenging you, “Don’t forget. It’s going to be useful for your future, you know.”

“Right, right,” you swiped her pen and scrawled a ‘SM building after school. Don’t forget!!! Wear jeans and pink shirt.’ on your arm before giving it back to her. She took it begrudgingly, grumbling about how her doodle was ruined. You blew a raspberry at her.

You had gotten an internship under a renowned make up artist because your sister had previously worked with her and put in a good word about you. That was one week ago. Today is your first day, and you were a nervous wreck. The make-up artist often worked with SM Entertainment, and it was just your stroke of luck that you were chosen as the intern to be her personal assistant.

The day whizzed by. When school was over, you shoved your papers and notebooks to your bag (the teacher had graded your tests immediately; unexpectedly, you got a solid 9), picked it up and rushed out the school gates after saying a hasty goodbye to your best friend. You were supposed to arrive in front of the building immediately after school, so you hailed a cab and pulled the blinds down to change in the backseat.

The makeup artist had asked you to wear jeans and a pink top on your first day because you would be meeting in front of the SM building with no initial meeting whatsoever- it would be her way of recognizing you.

By the time the cab pulled up in front of the building, you had changed into high-waisted skinny jeans (which were a hassle to put on in a moving vehicle - you had probably banged your head against the window for more than you could count) and a cropped, pastel pink shirt with tassels. You put your hair up in a messy ponytail and did some light makeup to appease your new boss.

You paid the driver after pulling up the blinds, thanking him and exiting the cab. There were a lot of people going in and out of the building, but you spotted a woman with stylish shades and a sleek outfit playing with her phone by the entrance. The moment your eyes landed on her, her head turned to in your direction. She stowed her phone in the pocket of her pants and walked towards you, only stopping once you were within arm’s reach. She couldn’t have been older than 24, at the very most.

“You must be (Y/N),” she sent you a dazzling smile, putting her sunglasses away and holding a hand out for you to shake. You did so, awestruck by how pretty she was, “I’m Kim Minji. Your sister’s told me a lot about you,” she winked playfully, “Let’s get inside, shall we?”

You nodded meekly, a little intimidated. She seemed to have an easygoing personality, but even those types of people were prone to mood changes sometimes. She took your hand and led you back to the entrance of the building, where two security guards scanned the both of you and nodded for you to go inside.

Minji blabbered about the interior of the building, which rooms were what and who was who during the time it took for the both of you to reach the dressing room. You found yourself humming along in agreement, a little stricken due to how bizarre everything was. Everything had a purpose here; people were bustling around, cell phones stuck to their ears.

“Here we are,” she halted, your arm still tucked to the crook of her elbow. She looked at you in confirmation, “Room twenty-two. We have seven clients today. Exciting, isn’t it? They’re young idols, if I’m not mistaken. Around your age?”

“Ah,” you took out a black sharpie and scrawled the words ‘Room 22’ on it so you wouldn’t forget. It was a miracle you even remembered to use the pink shirt and jeans, “We’re doing all seven of them, or?”

“Yup,” she popped the ‘p’s with an ecstatic grin, not even dropping when she saw your bewildered face, “Watch and learn, (Y/N).”

She pushed the doors open and walked inside, dragging you behind her. You noticed that there were many members of the staff around, picking outfits and talking to each other as they tinkered with various tools. A man approached Minji, ushering her to a few vanity tables by the corner of the room.

“They aren’t here yet?” The corners of her lips tugged down in a delicate frown, and you followed behind the both of them, feeling out of place, “Well, (Y/N) and I’ll do something in the meanwhile, then. See you, Tadashi.”

She turned to you abruptly, and you had to stop yourself in the middle of your walking to avoid crashing into her and losing your job.

“You can sit here while we wait,” she pulled out two chairs and plopped into one. You did the same into the other, thanking her, “You can ask me whatever questions you want. I know you’re brimming with them.”

“How the hell are we going to manage to do seven people at once?” You blurted out before you could think. You slapped a hand over your mouth, which earned a barking laugh from Minji.

“As I said; watch and learn, kiddo,” she winked, and you fiddled with the tassels of your crop top nervously, “We’re doing the makeup of NCT Dream, I think. Cheerful bunch, they are. Reminds me of SHINee.”

“You did the makeup for SHINee too?” You asked incredulously. She nodded, grinning.

“Mmhm. I used to do the makeup for idols in their music videos and stages,” you stared at her in newfound awe. You knew she worked under SM, but you didn’t realize she was this involved.

You both chatted for a while before lapsing into a comfortable silence. You pulled your phone out and scrolled through your instagram feed while you waited for the idols to come.

It wasn’t half an hour later until they showed up. They were drop-dead gorgeous, if you could be honest. Most of them donned SOPA uniforms, but one had a middle school uniform on. You gaped at them, standing up when Minji did and bowing to them respectfully like the other staff in the room.

But you could feel a person’s eyes on you; when you looked up, it was like your knees had turned to jell-o. The boy couldn’t have been older than you, with brown hair and an impish grin on his face. His eyes widened when they made contact with yours, and you felt a surge of connection with him. Embarassed, you looked away as your cheeks burned red.

“Hey, you okay there?” Minji asked you, her tone showing concern.

You nodded, sending a tight smile to her. You could see him turn to the other members and say something that earned him a shake of their heads from the corner of your eyes. He turned to the staff near him, hands gesturing in what you could guess what was a pen.

You lifted your head to look at him more clearly. His hands were fiddling together and his eyes were wide in what you presumed was a kind of nervous panic. A staff turned and rummaged through his bag, producing a pen and giving it to him. The member’s eyes darted to you often, and you glanced away, afraid that he caught you staring.

You gripped your phone tightly, staring at your hands. You didn’t know why you felt so attracted to him; it was like there was a tether between the two of you, a connection. And in that moment, black ink started to form words on the back of your hand, handwriting messy as usual.

‘I found you,’ it read. Your eyes widened, and your head snapped up to face him. He was looking straight at you, still clutching the pen as the exact same mark was on the back of his hands. His feet moved over one another as he approached you, hands dropping to his sides. Slowly you stood up, tilting your head up to face him.

None of you said anything for a while. He had triangular eyes that seemed to see through every inch of you, long eyelashes and a long nose. He huffed, the corners of his pink lips twisting into a smile.

“You sly cheat,” he said, and you found yourself smiling back at him.

“I got a nine for the test, just so you know,” you laughed, “And like you’re one to talk. I can’t even count how many times you’ve copied answers on my arm. Do you know how much trouble I get for those?”

“At least I don’t write down homework and dentists’ appointments on my calves! Don’t you know I wear shorts for this comeback?” He fired back.

“Agendas are expensive!”

“You can get skin cancer.”

“That’s a myth and you know it!” You gaped at him. He shook his head, telltale signs of a grin creeping up on his face, “Isn’t it?”

“Maybe yes, maybe not.”

“I’m not the one that draws dragons and dinosaurs with two heads every day in elementary!”

“You remember that?” He looked genuinely surprised, red dusting his cheeks as he recalled the memory.

“How could I not?” You rolled your eyes, “Plus, they were so goddamn hard to get rid of! Who the hell uses permanent markers for drawing so badly?”

“I was a kid at the time!”

“And you aren’t now?”

“I’m a man! Namja!” He exclaimed, and you snorted.

“You’re in high school. I think that fact makes you hardly qualify for being a man.”

“If you don’t believe me, I can show yo-“ he grabbed the hemline of his pants, a teasing grin on his face.

“Okay, okay, that’s enough,” you shoved his arm playfully, laughing, “I’m (Y/N) (L/N).”

“Lee Donghyuck,” he sent you a cheeky grin, “Nice to meet you, soulmate.”

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