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strangelysamantha · 3 years

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cheerleader ❀

rafe cameron x plus!reader.

warnings: swearing, flirting, slight angst in the beginning (barely)

words: 2,365.

summary: rafe was intrigued by you, he wanted to get to know you. he thought that task would be easy, but your distaste for him was apparent. despite the overwhelming amount of setbacks, he knew he would get you to crack.

request? no :)

a/n: please like and comment if you enjoy! thank you, ilysm <3

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part two

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most things rafe wanted, he easily got. it was a known fact. his parents were financially stable so they could afford to throw money down the drain for useless items that wouldn’t be used more than once. his popularity and name allowed him to get away with most things. except you. you seemed to not care about his wealth or his looks. you didn’t even care to give him the time of day. he took this as a challenge. he was destined to get you to like him if it was the last thing he did.

the first time he talked to you was during school. he thought his charm and popularity would make you swoon. instead, it was quite the opposite. he approached you at your locker, his smile bright. “hey. i’m rafe.” he extended his hand out to you. “hello, rafe.” you shake his hand back, before retreating your hand to your side. you stare at him in confusion. “uhm am i in the way of your locker?” you question, he shakes his head. “oh no, actually. i just wanted to introduce myself to you.” you nod your head. “well rafe, it was nice to meet you, i guess. but i’m running late for class.” you shut your locker, speeding off to class.

rafe stayed by your locker in awe. you really thought rafe was just waiting to get to his locker? it’s halfway through the school year, if his locker was by yours, you would have known by now. he embarrassingly walked away, heading to his first class. that awkward moment was lingering in his head, stuck on replay. your facial expression that showcased confusion stayed still in his mind. by third hour he was over it, not as embarrassed. he shrugged it off, excited to try again.

rafe actually didn’t know that much about you. he saw you in the halls occasionally. his interest in you peaked when he saw that you talked to topper a lot. since you were heavily associated with topper, he believed that it would be easy to befriend you. it’s clear to him now that isn’t the case. he can’t help but feel surprised at your lack of knowledge for him. everyone knows of rafe, and you should especially know because of how well you know topper.

regardless, rafe knew what he had to do. he needed to see topper, and investigate him. rafe pulled his phone out, texting topper to meet him.

topper met rafe in the boy’s bathroom before fourth period. they scoped the bathroom, ensuring to themselves that they could openly talk since they were alone. rafe didn’t hesitate, he immediately bombarded topper with questions about you. “what’s with the sudden interest?” topper asks, confused.

“i don’t know, i keep seeing her in the hallway and she stares at me.” topper nods, “well she does good academically, i know her because her family is friends with my family, she’s on the cheerleading team, i don’t know man. what info are you wanting?” the cheerleading team. rafe smiled to himself, you are a cheerleader. “that’s good enough, i just needed some info so i could know if i want to meet her or not.” topper laughed, “alright man. i gotta go.” rafe nodded, “see you later.” topper fist bumped rafe before walking out the bathroom.

you were a cheerleader? he had no clue. it dawned on him, if he had no idea of who you were, why would you know who he was? he shook his head at the thought, instead heading to class.

on the other side of the school sat you, fidgeting with your pencil as you struggled to keep up with the current notes. the interaction you had with rafe was confusing you. why did he suddenly want to meet you? it didn’t make sense. the whole class period you tried to wrap your brain around his actions, trying to figure out what his intention was, but you fell short.

at lunch time you sat at a table, you usually sat with friends but they were absent. it didn’t help they were absent the one day someone popular randomly takes an interest in you. you sit on the chair, pulling out your math homework. if you knocked it out at lunch, you had a high chance of not having homework. you start the first problem, but immediately halt when your family friend, topper, taps on your shoulder. “hi tops.” you smile softly at him, setting your pencil down and turning your attention to him. he smiles at you, “hey.”

you pick up a goldfish, plopping it into your mouth. “how have you been?” you question topper. he shrugs, “same old same old. family is still upset with me, per usual.” you nod, soaking up what he said. “dang, that sucks. it’s so annoying how people hold grudges. they don’t know how to forgive and forget.” you shrug, smiling up at him. he returns the smile, “i know right.” you place your homework back in your bag, assuming you wouldn’t be able to finish it during lunch.

“what did you even do?” you ask him. he smiles, “uh i accidentally pissed a pogue off so they got revenge by sinking my new boat.” your eyes widened, “what! holy shit you must have fucked up bad.” he frowns, “i didn’t really want to do it, you know how tricky it is with our reputation and who we have to associate with.” you laugh, “oh i know all too well of what that’s like.” topper rolls his eyes, assuming you’re talking about him.

“hey! i’m not too bad.” you laugh, “it wasn’t about you. you aren’t bad at all.” you look up, seeing rafe take his backpack off. you glance at topper to see he is confused as well. “hey rafe, what’s up?” topper questions rafe, who had just sat down at our table. “nothing much man, saw you over here and decided to join.” you laugh sarcastically, “inviting yourself to our private party?” you question, slightly joking. rafe felt an unexpected twinge of jealousy when you grouped yourself and topper together.

“i’m just kidding rafe… kind of.” you grin, topper joining in by chuckling with you. rafe awkwardly laughs along. he pulls himself together, thinking of things to say. “are you going to the football game tomorrow?” rafe waits for your response. you smile slightly, “yeah, but i’m a cheerleader so i’ll be on field.” he nods, “oh, that’s cool.” you nod awkwardly. “yeah.” he smiles subconsciously, excited to see you in a uniform. his smile disintegrates when topper confronts him. “what are you smiling for bro?” rafe stared at him, unamused. “nothing.” topper scoffs, “alright then.”

you steal looks between rafe and topper, still confused. you don’t ask any questions, you just continue eating your food. the bell rings, indicating that lunch is over. you gather up your trash, standing up. you notice rafes eyes lingering over your body. his eyes fixating between your thick thighs, and hips. you feel self conscious under his stare, so you quickly stand up and walk to the trash can. rafe follows after you, quick on his feet. he comes up to your side, much to your dismay.

“will i see you at the game tomorrow?” you turn your head to the side, “are you going to the game?” you return. he nods, “yeah.” you smile, “then you’ll probably see me.” he grins, “okay, cool.” he quickly turns around, leaving you by yourself. you were confused still, but hey, maybe having rafe as a friend would be good.

you got through the day quickly, heading immediately home. you work on homework, chores, and finally get ready for bed. before bed you prepare your uniform. you set it out, along with a jacket so you weren’t on full display at school. you wake up the next morning, putting on your uniform, along with a bow in your hair. you head to school, slightly nervous for your possible interaction with rafe.

when you arrive at school, you don’t see rafe. you only saw topper, who was eagerly heading in your direction. he smiled, standing still in front of you. “hey, good morning!” you smile, “hi tops.” the two of you talk for a bit, him walking you to class. “can i pick you up before the game?” topper asks. “sure, it has to be a little earlier than the fans. i have warm ups and stuff i have to do before the game.” he grins, “okay! just text me tonight when you want me to pick you up.” you put your hands in your jacket pocket. “okay, thanks topper!”

he walks away, and you walk into your first hour class. you go through your classes as usual, rafe not showing up. you couldn’t tell if you were disappointed or relieved, but either way it didn’t matter, you had a game you had to prepare for. you do your make up, and touch up your hair. you chug water, and began stretching. you text topper, saying he could pick you up now, if he still wanted to drive you. his response was quick and enthusiastic.

topper pulls up to your house, his music loud, and a large smile plastered on his face. “game day!!” you laugh along, repeating his words. “game day!” you open his door, hopping inside. “let’s go!” you playfully roll your eyes at his eagerness, “to the school!” topper smirks, stepping on the gas, and speeding out your driveway.

the two of you sing along to the songs on the radio, before it abruptly ends due to you two arriving at the school. he decides to stay in his car, planning on joining right when the official game starts. you skip down the field, joining your teammates. you stretch with them, before you practice the chants and dance numbers.

at six thirty, they start allowing people in. you immediately see topper hunched over the fence, him waving frantically at you. you wave back, jogging over to him. “you ready?” he asks, you bite your lip, “i guess.” he laughs at your nerves, excited for you. you glance over and see rafe. he hadn’t seen you yet. your breath gets caught in your throat, slightly scared and self conscious to see him.

topper gives you reassuring words, and out of the corner of your eye, you notice rafe had found you. rafe slowly makes his way towards topper, keeping his cool. rafe stares at you in your cheerleading uniform. his breath gets heavy, he stares, watching you talk to topper. jealously fills his chest, of course topper was here first. rafe quickly approached the two of you, eager to break the conversation up.

“hi rafe.” you smile softly, looking up at him. he smiles, “hey. good luck today.” you fiddle with your fingers, “thank you.” rafe stays silent. you hear the coaches whistle. “i got to go, i’ll talk to you when i can!” you quickly turn around, jogging back to the cheerleading circle.

rafe watches as you jog away, hes mesmerized by how well the uniform fit. he knew you would look good, but damn. he looks over at topper, who makes eye contact with him. “what’s up rafe?” topper stares at rafe, waiting for an explanation. “she is so hot.” topper scoffs, “bro, already whipped?” rafe rolls his eyes, but grins. “for her, yeah. i’d willingly be whipped.” the two boys sit on the bench, topper watching the game, and rafe watching you.

after sitting in silence, rafe speaks up. “do you think she likes me?” topper quickly glances at rafe, trying to see if he was joking or if he was serious. when topper saw he was serious, he genuinely contemplated it. “id say maybe, i mean she doesn’t shrivel up in disgust when you are around. that’s a pretty good sign.” rafe shook his head, “that’s true. that is a good sign.”

rafe admired you, you getting his full attention. on break you rush to the fence, excited to see rafe and topper. “hey!” you look up at them, “you are doing great!” topper reached down, highfiving you. “thanks!” you look over at rafe, something took you over because he actually looked hot. you bit you lip slightly, you were going to say something, but rafe beat you to it. “you look good.” rafe smirked slightly, causing heat to rise to your face. “thank you, rafe.”

you return to the group again, your heart racing. the idea of rafe made your breath heavy. you continue to chant, and preform. you occasionally looked up rafe, his eyes always focused on you. you had a low chance of being able to go to the fence again, so you focused entirely on perfecting the choreography. the crowd was cheering loudly, your hometown winning the game.

at the final quarter, your hometown won by one point. your team jumps up and down, ecstatic. you preform a final show, before you break apart. you chug water. you rush in line with the other cheerleaders, going in a straight line to high-five the football players. you smile brightly at them, telling them congrats for winning the game. most of them returned a smile, and thanked you.

after the bleachers started to empty, you decided to meet up with topper, and possibly rafe. you look around for topper but he was gone. you turn around, accidentally bumping into rafe. “oh i’m sorry.” he stares at you, “hey, by the way topper left, said he was going on a date with a girl from the cheer team.” you frown, “oh. he was my ride.” rafe smiles, “you can ride me- i mean ride with me.” you laugh lightly at his switch up, “okay. i’ll ride you.” your heart is racing, the after game adrenaline flowing through your veins, which was causing you to be bold. he smirks at you, “okay, i’d enjoy that.” you mimic his smirk, following him to his car.

he turns around, “are you sure?” you nod, “i’m sure, are you?” he is shocked by your question, “so fucking sure.”

part two will be steamy <3

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breanime · 3 years

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Replaceable

(A Crime Family AU Drabble)

Though he'd never say it outloud, Miguel knew the truth: he was entirely dependent on Eve.

It wasn’t that he couldn’t function without her or anything, it was just that she made every single thing in his life easier, more enjoyable, brighter. It was just...

...he was in love with her.

The revelation wasn’t new to Miguel, of course. Though he kept his feelings for his best friend close to the vest, he knew that he loved her. He’d known for years. But he also knew that she was too good for him (for anyone, really), so he kept his feelings to himself and just enjoyed having her around.

Until he kind of fired her.

“Miguel,” Eve had sighed, her delicate hands on her ample hips, “I thought we talked about this; there’s an easier way to balance those accounts.”

“I like doing it this way,” Miguel had said back, not looking up from his files. He’d been in a mood that day; there was too much to do and not enough time to do it. He’d felt like he was being pulled in ten different directions, and he was starting to crack under the pressure--a clear loss in his eyes. So he had no patience for his assistant’s advice.

“I know you do,” she went on, “but I’m telling you, there’s a better way. If you just take the first column and open a new Excel sheet--”

“--I’m doing it the way I’ve always done it,” he’d said, his tone brisk, “I’ve got this.”

“Okay,” she rolled her eyes, sensing his souring mood and having no patience for it, “Well, while you do that, do you want me to call the Italians?”

He looked up then, his eyebrows furrowed, pen stilled in his hand. “Why would you need to call the Italians?”

“Because it’s the third week of the month, and they still haven’t paid their dues from last month,” she reminded him.

Miguel cursed internally. He was supposed to keep track of that; he was supposed to handle that. “I’ll do it.”

“I don’t mind,” she said brightly, shrugging a shoulder as she turned to go to her desk, giving him a nice view of her incredibly distracting ass, “You have a lot on your plate so--”

“I said I’ll do it,” he ground out, annoyed with himself for forgetting in the first place, and slightly turned on by Eve even though she hadn’t even done anything--she just had that effect on him.

She turned, a perfectly arched eyebrow raised at the tone in his voice. “Miguel,” she said carefully, “You have a pile of forms in front of you, a mountain of files, and you still need to approve the new secretary’s PTO time, plus you have to resubmit the letter of intent to the adoption agency for Angel. Let me do this one thing.”

“I don’t need you to do it,” he said, knowing full and damn well he did need her to do it, “And I don’t need you to list my agenda to me, I already know,” he went on, “What I need is for you to do your damn job and stop worrying about mine.”

He saw the flash of irritation in her eyes then, and he knew he was pushing it. “Excuse me?” She said slowly, giving him one last chance to backpedal.

Which of course, he didn’t take.

“You’ve forgotten your role here,” he bit out, “You’re my assistant, not my partner. You get coffee and make appointments and do the busy work I don’t have the time or care to do. I’m in charge here, and you? You’re replaceable.”

There had been a silence then, thick and heavy, as the two of them stared at each other, both of their hearts pounding. Finally, she spoke.

“Fuck you, Miguel.”

And then she was gone.

That had been three days ago, and everything in Miguel’s life had gone to shit since then. Spooky had talked to him, told him to “be a man” and admit he was wrong. Coco and Didi weren’t speaking to him at all. Rio spoke to him and called him “an entitled ass”, and Angel added that he was a “douchebag”, so there was that. But Miguel was a proud man, and he wasn’t ready to admit that he was, in fact, an entitled ass and a douchebag, even though he missed Eve.

He missed her professionally: her wit, her charm, the way she could read him and provide whatever he needed, whether he verbalized his need or not. But more than that, he missed her. He missed seeing her everyday, he missed the smell of her perfume, the sound of her laughter, that knowing smile she would give him...

...He missed his best friend. He missed the woman he loved.

So he drank and stewed in his office, the blinds drawn and calls going unanswered. Miguel was prepared to spend the rest of the night there when a tiny knock caught his attention.

Letty cracked the door open slowly, her dark pigtails swinging as she peeked around the door. Miguel sat up, sliding his drink behind a stack of papers. “Hey, sweetheart, what’s up? Did your Daddy fall asleep during storytime again?”

“No,” she answered, coming into the office and climbing into his lap, looking up at him with those big eyes of hers, “Tio Miguel, will Ms. Eve be here soon? She was helping me with my numbers, and we’re almost to a hundred!”

Miguel felt his heart break then. God, Eve was such an integral part of his life, his grand-niece was asking about her, and...

...he needed her. Now.

Miguel drove to Eve’s house--he’d made one quick stop--and pulled into her driveway with his heart pounding. He had a key to her place, just like she had a key to his, but he didn’t use it. Instead he knocked, giving her the option to ignore him because, honestly... It was what he deserved.

But she proved, once again, that she was a better person than he was, and she opened the door.

And Miguel’s knees went weak at the sight of her.

“I’m sorry,” he blurted out, needing to get the words out, “I’m so sorry, I was being a dick, and an ass, and a douchebag, and I was taking shit out on you, and I shouldn’t have. I’m helpless without you, I’m useless without you. And I don’t just mean at work--I mean in every way possible. Being around you makes me a better man, Eve. It does. It always has. Besides the kids, you’re the best thing that’s ever happened to me. And I don’t deserve you. I know I don’t, but dammit, I want you,” his eyes were boring into hers, and he could feel his chest tightening the more he spoke, “I want you so bad, Eve. I want to show you how much you mean to me, how much I adore you, because I love you. I’ve loved you since the day I met you, and I’m sorry that I spoke to you like that, and I’m sorry I acted like that, I never should have--”

She interrupted him with a kiss.

Miguel had spent countless hours fantasizing about kissing Eve, but nothing could have prepared him for the real thing. She was perfect; her plump lips against his, her body so close to his, the flowers bunched up between them. He didn’t know how, but they ended up against the wall, lips and tongues colliding, and he was getting painfully hard.

She pulled back, and both of them laughed, breathing heavily.

“I love you too,” she said before kissing him again.

Miguel spent the night with Eve, showing her how much he adored her with every touch, every kiss, and every caress. She was a masterpiece, and he was beyond grateful to have the privilege of being able to hold her. He watched her sleep, and in the morning, she woke him up with a kiss.

Later (much later), when the two of them walked into his home together, Miguel with a huge grin on his face and Eve with a noticeable limp, the kids noticed immediately.

“FINALLY!” Didi yelled, throwing her hands up in excitement.

“Yo, I knew this would happen!” Spooky added, grinning over at the laughing couple.

“That make-up sex is a whole ‘nother level, ain’t it?” Rio smirked.

“Look at that grin,” Coco pointed at Miguel, “Have some shame,Tio! You dirty slut!”

“Aw, man,” Angel groaned, “Eve, mi amor, what about us? You traded down, girl!”

Miguel rolled his eyes, kissing Eve on the cheek. “Coffee, my love?” He asked softly.

She smiled up at him, and it was only because of his immature audience that Miguel didn’t swoon. “Yes please.”

Miguel went to make the coffee, smiling as his niece and nephews continued to hound him. He heard Letty upstairs yell “What’s all that noise?!”, and he laughed.

He had his family and the woman he loved, and he had never been happier.

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Please please PLEASE let me know what you think! It got longer than I had expected it too, but I’m happy with it. Let me know if you liked it or not, and if you’d be interested in me writing any other little blurbs for the Crime Family AU! Thanks guys! I’m gonna go eat some pomegranates now, lol

#crime family au #miguel x eve #evel #lol #bre casts a family #miguel #eve

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toplinetommy · 4 years

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You Bring the Moon and Stars to Me (Part Three) - Tyson Jost

Synopsis: A Soulmate!AU where your soulmark only appears once you fall in love with your soulmate

Words: 5.8k

Warnings: Underage casual drinking (Tyson is almost 20 in the first part so it kind of counts)

Part One | Part Two

February 2018 - Denver, CO

“So, have you and Tyson been hanging out a lot?” Caityln asks from where she’s sitting on the opposite side of her couch.

“Kind of. We FaceTime a lot because our schedules don’t match up a lot.” You answer. “We get food or cook a lot together and he’ll invite me over just to hang out with him and JT and Kerfy.”

“Yeah, I’ve noticed your car over there more often than before.” She smirks. You roll your eyes at her love of snooping. “I still think it’s crazy that he lives across the street from me.”

“Honestly, same,” You agree. “Speaking of the Rookie House, I probably won’t be over there for a while. Tyson was telling me that their Mentor’s Trip is coming up at the end of this week, so everyone has people visiting them.”

Caityln looks confused as you speak, so you explain further. “The Avs have the dads and stuff come out for a few days to watch their kids play and get to spend some time with them. Tyson said his grandpa is coming down.” You smile. You thought of the way your friend’s face would light up every time he had mentioned his Grandpa Jim.

“Aw, that sounds like so much fun!” Caitlyn exclaims. Suddenly, your phone starts vibrating on the coffee table in front of you, pulling you from your conversation with her. Tyson’s face fills the screen as you pull your phone to your ear.

“Hey, I just saw your car. Come over real quick.” Tyson greets you, foregoing his usual ‘hey’.

“Uhhh, okay,” You stammer, “Let me put shoes and a coat on and I’ll walk over.” You hang up the rather short phone call and stand from the couch to head to the entryway of Caitlyn’s home.

“I’ll be right back, Tyson wants me to go over there for a minute.” You tell your friend as you pull your Doc’s on. She nods at you, not looking up from her phone before you slip out into the cold, nippy Denver air.

You walk up the front steps of the Avs rookie house before you knock on the large front door. Tyson swings It open, moving to the side letting you in.

“Why do you even knock still?” He questions.

“I was raised to knock, and besides, you don’t live alone. I don’t know what I could be walking into.” You reason with him, to which he nods his head in understanding. “Anyways, what was so urgent that you made me come over here for.”

“JT got his soulmark over the weekend!” Tyson exclaims. “Also, Grandpa Jim is here!” He points to the man sitting on the living room couch, not noticing him prior to his gesture. The man, now with the title of Tyson’s grandpa attached, stands up and walks over to the two of you.

You smile at him before sneaking a stern look towards your best friend.

“This is y/n! She’s the one that went to UND with me.” Tyson introduces you. You stick your hand out with the intention to shake Grandpa Jim’s hand, but he ignores the gesture and instead opens his arms to hug you.

“You’re the best friend Tys is always calling me and his mom about then, eh?” He says, pulling away. He takes his eyes off you and looks towards his grandson, which you’re happy about now that you feel your cheeks heating up.

Tyson groans next to the both of you, “Grandpa you can’t just say stuff like that.” Grandpa Jim laughs, not too sure why that’s even a big deal.

He turns back to you, “Y/n, are you coming to Tysons game tomorrow?”

“I wasn’t planning to, I don’t really go to too many games.” You answer.

“Well let’s change that! Tyson can get you tickets, right?” He asks, looking back at Tyson for an answer.

“Yeah, I can. I can get you two so you can bring Caitlyn if you’d like.” He suggests, fishing in his pocket to pull out his phone. He’s tapping away at the screen when you interrupt him.

“Tyson, I’d be more than happy than happy to get them myself, I promise.” You say. You had previously expressed to him that both you and Caitlyn were more than compatible to spend money on your own tickets, to which he constantly responded with ‘then what’s the point of having me as a best friend’. “Just this one time, eh?” He suggests. “It’s a special occasion with Grandpa Jim and all the dads being here.”

You contemplate the proposition before giving in, “I have to make sure Caitlyn can come still.” Tyson nods his head in understanding. A large smile filling his face and his eyes glimmer in the setting sunlight from the windows.

“I’d normally say we can go to dinner afterwards or something but I think the guys are doing a big team dinner after the game.” Tyson mentions. You nod your head, trying to think of an alternative thing all three of you can do.

“Let’s just do something tonight and I can just drive you all to the airport Saturday morning?” You suggest. You knew that they would be traveling to Chicago that morning from your previous conversation with Tyson when he first told you all about the Mentor's Trip and his plans for the week. “Also, let’s circle back. JT got his soulmark? It’s that Sydney girl right? Is he here?”

Tyson laughs at your rambling before shouting for JT to come to the living room through the house. You hear his heavy footsteps and he greets you with a ‘hey’ and a small head nod.

“When do I get to meet this Sydney now that she’s officially your soulmate?” You ask, a smirk playing at your lips. His eyes light up and a smile appears on his face at the topic,

“You can’t keep your mouth shut, huh?” JT chirps his roommate.

“Technically I used it as bait to get her to come over here because I know she wouldn’t have come if I told her she was meeting my Grandpa.”

You smack Tyson’s chest as your jaw drops at his confession. He lets out a quiet ‘oops’ before speaking again, “Well you’re here now.”

“She’s coming during her spring break which is next week so you can meet her then.” JT offers up. You nod, making a mental note to make at least introduce yourself to her.

“Can I see your soulmark?” You ask, moving close to the tall ginger. He nods his head and shows you his ankle where you could make out a small outline of a wolf. “Does it have any meaning?”

“Yeah, we met at college and the mascot is a wolverine there.” He answers. Your heart swoons at his answer, feeling excited for your friend. You stand up from where you were slightly bent over before looking over at Tyson.

“I really can’t stay that long, Caitlyn and I had plans.” You say more to Tyson than to anyone else in the living room.

“Just stay for one drink.” Grandpa Jim suggests. You don’t see the harm in it, so you agree and send a text to Caitlyn letting her know you’ll be a little bit.

“I got that bottle of wine you suggested to me last week if you want a glass of that.” Tyson recommends as the three of you make your way to the kitchen.

“You found it?” You exclaim. “I haven’t been able to find it since I first tried it a few weeks ago.” As you finish talking, the two of you move in harmony as he grabs the bottle of wine from the wine cooler located underneath the island and you go to where the wine opener and wine glasses are located - both of which you urged the three rookies to purchase. You meet Tyson at the island where his grandpa is now sitting, handing him the wine opener for him to use as he pours the three of you a glass.

Tyson moves to sit next to his Grandpa on the other side of the island while you opt to continue standing, leaning on the countertop in front of you.

“I’m your best friend, huh?” You ask Tyson, referring back to your first conversation with Grandpa Jim.

Tyson rolls his eyes, taking a quick sip of his wine before speaking. “Don’t act all high and mighty. You’re my best friend and I’m yours, that’s how this relationship works.”

You can’t argue with him, fully knowing that Tyson had suddenly become your go-to for almost anything nowadays. You take another small sip of your wine, setting the glass back onto the island table top in front of you, pondering the amount of time you’ve spent in the Rookie House lately.

“Have you played the ukulele for her yet?” Grandpa Jim says interrupting your thoughts. He’s looking at Tyson but pointing his free hand towards you. Tyson’s face drops into another groan as he sets his wine glass down hastily.

“What?” You exclaim with your jaw slightly dropped.

“I got him a ukulele for Christmas.”

“Why am I just now finding this out?” You question eyeballing Tyson’s reddening face.

“Because I barely know what I’m doing,” Tyson laughs in an effort to shrug it off.

“Wait,” You interrupt. “That ukulele you have sitting on your bedroom dresser isn’t just for decoration? Like, you actually play it?”

“Kinda,” Tyson repeats his earlier statement in hope this topic of conversation will die down and that the three of you could talk about anything else.

“Oh, c’mon, Tys, you’re good at it.” Grandpa Jim complemented, giving a slight nudge to Tyson’s shoulder with his own. “Go get it and we can play a song for y/n!”

Tyson, knowing he was going to lose this battle with his Grandpa, gets up from his barstool. “I’ll be right back,” He utters, before disappearing down the stairs to his room. He reappeared a moment later, ukulele grasped in his hand. A hand you hadn’t really noticed was all that big until you saw it dwarf the neck of the instrument. You pushed the unfamiliar warm feeling down at the thought and crossed your arms over your chest.

“I only know the one song.” Tyson starts, directing his assertion more towards his Grandpa than you. He strums lightly at the instrument and you can see the wheels turning in his head as he tries to concentrate. His face twists in concentration as his tongue pokes out of his mouth, a gesture you’ve always smiled to yourself at.

His fingers pick up pace and he starts to strum a familiar beat before you realize he’s playing Riptide by Vance Joy. The already small smile on your face widens as you see his concentrated face turn into a smiling one. His head starts bopping along to the beat and you look to his Grandpa, his head also bopping in synchronization with his grandson’s.

He plays through most of the song before the familiar beat fases away and he seems to just be strumming away at the strings. He tilts his head up to the both of you, “That’s all I really know.”

“That was so good!” You compliment. You move your arms from where they were crossed around your chest to play with the stem of your wine glass. Tyson smiles sheepishly, looking down at the instrument now resting his lap.

His Grandpa slaps Tyspn’s shoulder saying he did a good job, and suggests to him that he’ll teach him a few more songs before he leaves. The conversation flows naturally from there as the three of you continue to sip on your wine. You and Tyson share stories from your college days and Grandpa Jim doesn’t miss any chances when it comes to making fun of his grandson - too which Tyson continuously groans in embarrassment at.

One glass of wine ends up turning into two, but you couldn’t complain as you hugged Grandpa Jim and Tyson goodbye in the entryway, letting them know you’d see them tomorrow at the game.

April 2018 – Morrison, CO

“Have you ever thought about who your soulmate might be?” You ask Tyson, voice just above a whisper. Your eyes flicker from the night sky to your friend next to you, before flicking back towards the brightly lit, crescent moon in the clear sky.

“Honestly?” He checks with you, looking at you as you nod your head towards him. “I’ve put most of my time into my hockey career for pretty much my whole life. I haven’t slowed down enough to give it much thought.”

You hum in response, understanding the intensity that was his life. “But have you ever, like, just fantasized about it?”

He stays quiet for a moment, his eyebrows scrunched together and his eyes looking off into the distance thinking over the question. “I guess I’ve thought about what she looks like and what it’ll feel like when it happens, ya know?”

You chuckle at his response, nodding in agreement. The two of you are laying on a shared blanket - the one you kept in your car for moments like these - just off the path of your favorite spot to hike. You had discovered it soon after you had moved to Denver all those months ago, and it had quickly become your favorite spot to come to on nights when there was a clear sky scattered with bright stars.

“I feel like I fall into that category of people that’s all like ‘it’ll happen when it happens’. I’m not actively looking for anyone but I’m not avoiding it either.” He explains further. “What about you?” He asks, turning his head to look at you.

“I’m really excited for whenever it happens.” You start, voice soft and smooth like honey. “Growing up my friends and I would always talk about how we wanted it to happen or what we wanted our soulmarks to look like.” You turn your attention back to your friend whose gaze is already on you. The combination of the moonlight and the stars create a slight, almost ethereal, glow on his tan skin.

“Yeah?” He asks, smiling softly at the fondness in your voice.

“Yeah, like, my one friend back home got exactly what she guessed.” You smile, thinking of the small butterfly tattoo she has on her ankle. “We have this theory that whatever you think it will be or want it to be, will actually be what it is.”

Tyson hums, eyebrows furrowing as he thinks more about your theory.

“I kinda hope mine has to do with the mountains or the sky. I don’t know, it kinda sounds silly now that I’m this old still thinking about it.” You shrug, smile faltering as you feel your walls to start coming back up.

“No, it isn’t at all,” Tyson reassures you. He turns his body towards you, propping his head upon his hand before he continues. “I wanna hear about it.”

“I just feel like I have this connection to the mountains and to the sky and to the moon and to the stars,” You ramble. “Growing up I was always really infatuated by it all and always wanted to go on trips to the mountains and lakes instead of the beach. Like, part of me feels like I was supposed to end up in Denver because what better place is there to get all of that than here.” Your smile comes back slowly as the corners of your mouth turn up at the thought.

“You should go to Lake Okanagan in the summertime.” He suggests. “It’s where I spend my summers, it’s beautiful. You get the best views of the mountains when it’s sunny out.” He smiles at you, thinking back to his memories of last summer.

Quietness falls over the two of you as Tyson rolls back to lay on his back, moving his hands to rest under his head. The moonlight and the stars are the only sources of light on the mountainside. The only sound around the two of you is the wind rustling through the trees and the music playing quietly from your car speakers.

“Does it ever scare you?” Tyson asks. You continue to look at the man lying next to you, unable to read his face.

“Soulmates?”

“Yeah. What if I never find mine?” He asks, barely above a whisper. “It’s so engraved in our minds from such a young age that there’s someone out there for you and that you’re destined to meet them. What happens if you don’t though? Or if the person you fall in love with doesn’t fall in love with you?”

This time, it’s your turn to turn your body to face his, your head now leaning on your hand. “There’s definitely stories like that out there, but you can’t let that thought be the one to cloud your mind.”

“It just seems like so much extra added pressure.” He continues. From the short time you’ve been close to Tyson, you’ve quickly noticed that one thing he struggles with is not letting the pressure get to him.

“You have to remember you’re barely 21, you still have your life – and your career – ahead of you. Don’t forget that.” You reassure. Tyson stays quiet at your advice, closing his eyes. “Besides, you’re too great a guy to not find someone that wants to spend forever with you.”

He doesn’t respond verbally to you and instead nods his head once more letting out a heavy breath. The music and the wind becomes the predominant sounds before he speaks up again. “Hey, thanks for taking me out here.” Tyson speaks, opening his eyes and flicking them towards you. “I needed a break from the stress of the playoff push.”

“Of course.” You reply with a yawn, “I’m always down for spontaneous trips out here.”

You yawn once more, causing Tyson to sit up. “C’mon let’s get you home. I’ll drive.”

You stretch your arms above your head as you stand up, wrapping the blanket around you as you walk to the passenger side door of your car.

Tyson starts your car, turning the music down some before he puts the car in drive and starts the short drive back to Denver.

“You can stay at my apartment if you don’t want to drive back to your house.” You offer, knowing once he dropped you off and started his drive back it would be well past midnight by the time he got home.

Tyson ponders the offer shortly before responding, “I think I’m gonna just head home. I have an early practice in the morning and I don’t want to have to drive around all morning or wake you up earlier than you’re used to.”

You nod your head in response, too tired to use your words to respond.

“I have a question for you.” Tyson starts after a few songs have gone by. “Gabe’s getting married in July. I wanted to know if you wanna go?”

“Is Gabe asking you to ask me or are you asking me to go with you?” You asked, considering you weren’t terribly close to the captain, so you figured it was the latter. You had only hung around him when you made your casual appearance to group-gatherings over the past few months.

“He wants you to come.” Tyson states, “and I want you to come.” He looks at you at his second statement, blush rising to his cheeks in the dark car. You hum as you think about the offer.

“And it’s in California and I know you’ve never been.”

“That’s a pretty good selling point, bud.” You joke, “Ask me again tomorrow when I’m not half-asleep in my car.”

Tyson smiles widely, glancing at your smiling face once more before focusing on the road in front of him.

A few days pass by before Tyson walks through your apartment door kicking off his shoes in a messy manner. You give him a stern look telling him to keep the entranceway neat before he kicks his shoes so they’re neatly placed next to your running shoes and out of the way.

“Sorry we haven;t been able to talk much since I brought up Gabe’s wedding. I promise I didn’t forget I just got really busy with some family stuff.” Tyson rambles as he moves into your living room, sitting on the ‘L’ part of your couch.

“Do you wanna talk about it?” You ask, wanting to make sure your best friend was feeling alright. You take a seat at the opposite end where you were sitting before he arrived, folding your legs underneath you.

“It’s nothing really anymore, Kacey just had a tough end to her senior season and had an injury scare on top of that. All good though.” Tyson reassures you as he pushes a hand through his longer than normal curls. You knew he was due for a haircut soon, knowing that he had a weird thing where he didn’t like being able to tuck his curls behind his ears.

“She’ll be a freshman in the fall right?” You ask, not quite remembering his sister’s age.

“Yeah, she’s super pumped. She got to meet a lot of her new teammates a few weeks ago and said she’s really excited to start playing with them, especially at the next level, ya know?” Tyson says, quirking his eyebrow in your direction.

“I’m glad she’s not hurt then, so she can be ready right away for college.”

“Yeah, me too.” He says, a sigh of relief coming out of his mouth. “Anyways, Gabe’s wedding. You still want to come? I was serious about it when I asked you the other night?” He turns his head to face you, tucking one his large legs under him and moving his arm to drape over the back of the couch.

“It sounds like a lot of fun, yeah. As long as you’re sure Gabe doesn’t mind that I'm coming.”

“I already told you, he said he doesn’t mind and that he wants you there. I even asked him why he didn’t just ask you and he said something about how he just assumed I was already planning on bringing you, whatever he means by that.” Tyson waves off.

“Then, yeah. Give me the dates and I’ll request time off.” You answer, a small, tight-lipped smile tugging at the corner of your lips. His smile mirror yours only slightly larger before the two of you start an argument over what new show you were going to start.

July 2018 - Newport Beach, CA

As you walk towards the baggage claim of the airport you shoot a text to Tyson, letting him know you landed and just waiting on getting your bags. Instead of texting you back, your phone starts ringing and Tyson’s face fills the screen.

“Hey! So I’ve actually been here for a while, so I parked, and now I’m walking towards the baggage claim area, too.” Tyson lets out in one breath.

“Really?” You exclaim. A smile finds its way on your face at the thought of seeing your best friend for the first time since early May in a few short minutes. That was the major downfall of becoming so close to Tyson - he lived hundreds of miles away from you in a different country for close to four months out of the year.

“I’m walking in right now. I see baggage claim number three if that helps?” He says, infliction in his voice as he asks the question.

You don’t answer and instead, turn your body around dramatically looking for where Tyson may be standing. Your eyes move around the large space quite quickly until you see Tyson and his familiar head of brown curls with his phone pressed to his ear.

You shriek lightly at the sight of him and you can see him pull his phone away from his ear in confusion before you’re jogging over to him and encompassing his body into a hug.

“Hello to you too.” He laughs, wrapping his arms around your body tightly. The two of you stay together for a beat too long and you pull away looking up at his face, then looking at the random people standing a few feet away from you to avoid his gaze.

“Whose car did you drive?” You ask. You knew that he had flown in from Alberta yesterday so he obviously didn’t have a vehicle of his own with him, which was something the two of you had argued about the day prior when solidifying your arrival plans. You had told him you had no issues ordering an Uber and meeting him at the hotel which he refused to let you do.

“Gabe let me borrow his actually.” He answers, following you as you lead him towards your respective baggage carousel.

“That’s surprising considering you’re the worst driver I know.” You chirp. He scoffs in response, knowing you don’t actually mean that.

You stand in silence, shoulder to shoulder, enjoying each other’s company as you wait for your bag to come around. Once you spot you go to grab it and Tyson doesn’t miss the chance to chirp you on the size of your suitcase.

“You’re literally here for three days, what the hell did you pack?” Tyson asks, grabbing the rolling suitcase from you. He starts to lead the two of you out of the airport and to the parking garage where he’s parked.

“I needed options! You know how indecisive I can be when picking out my outfits.” You bite back. There had been plenty of times when you were late to something he invited you to and times where he sat around your apartment waiting for you to just pick an outfit. Not to mention all the times you’d ask for his opinion and the countless amounts of times he reminded you of his colorblindness.

“So what are our plans for the rest of the day?” you ask once you’re sitting in the passenger seat and on the highway heading towards the hotel.

“The wedding is obviously Saturday, so we can do whatever we want today and tomorrow. Everyone’s doing a thing tonight at the house Gabe and Mel rented for family that we can go to.” Tyson suggests.

“It’s not just a team thing?” You ask.

“Nah, it’s everyone that’s already in town, like family, close friends, a bunch of the team, and some other players Gabe invited.”

“Sounds like fun. My only request is that we go to the beach and that I can take you to get a pedicure with me.” You muse, looking across the car to see Tyson’s eyes bulge at the word ‘pedicure’. “Please! I don’t know anyone but some of the team so you have to come with!”

“Fine,” He huffs out. “Just don’t put me on your Instagram story.”

You cheer in victory to yourself and turn the volume up on the radio as you hear a familiar song start to play.

The two of you are sitting at a large round table, sharing it with a few of Tyson’s teammates and their dates. Most of them are off on the dancefloor or at the bar getting refills. You’re sipping on your cocktail admiring Gabe and Mel as they continue to make their rounds around the reception room.

“Hey Tys, thanks for inviting me this weekend.” You say, moving your attention from the newly married couple to your friend sitting next to you. There’s a slight glossiness to his eyes and his golden cheeks have a pink tinge to them from what you assume was the many Bud Lights he’s consumed. You can hear the slight slur in his louder than normal tone as he speaks and the way some part of his body seems to always be touching yours, whether it be standing shoulder to shoulder or laying his hands softly on your exposed back.

His suit jacket and tie are long-gone and draped over the back of his seat. The California heat combined with the alcohol he’s consumed has also caused him to undo the first few buttons on his dress shirt and roll up his sleeves. His silver watch stands out against his tanner than normal skin and you admire the contrast before looking back up at Tyson’s face.

“I’m glad you came, too.” He agrees sweetly. He moves his arms that’s draped over the back of your seat causally to grab at your hand that’s sitting in your lap. He stands up, tugging at your hand and setting his drink down on the table in front of him. “Let’s dance.”

You stand up, letting the slit in your floor-length dress fall around your bare leg. “My feet hurt,” you pout, sticking out your heel adorned feet. Tyson glances down at your feet and back up to your face before suggesting that you take them off. Before you can even argue about how pain is beauty or whatever, he’s lifting the thighs of his slacks before he’s down on one knee reaching for your ankles.

“What are you-” You start with a laugh. He interrupts you with a loud shush before moving his fingers to under the straps of your heels.

“I expect us to be tearing up the dance floor all night and I’m not listening to you complain.” He states. You step out of your right heel as he moves to do the same with your left heel, thanking him as he places them under your chair.

He grabs your hand again and drags you out the dance floor, joining JT, Sydney, Alexander, and Marissa. It seems like hundreds of songs go by and as that time goes by it seems as the men in attendance have decided to not only ditch their suit jackets, but start ditching their dress shirts as well. You laugh alongside some of the other girls as they watch their boyfriends whip their shirts above their heads.

Tyson, never one to not act like a fool, also decides to partake in the new dress code. You can see the redness in his cheeks start to pop out and the curls in his hair are starting to bounce around atop his head.

He dances his way over to you as the song fades into the next one, a much slower one this time, and he pulls you into him before you can run back to your table.

“Just one slow song.” He pleads, teeth shining through his smile. He puts his dress shirt back on, choosing to not tuck it back into his slacks, and only doing the buttons up halfway.

“You keep me young.” You muse as you rest your hands softly on his shoulders.

“Shut up,” he laughs. “I’m only, like, four years younger than you.”

You move your arms from around his neck briefly to scratch at your left elbow for what felt like the millionth time that evening, continuing to sway to the soft beat of the acoustic guitar that’s playing.

“You okay?” Tyson inquires with knitted eyebrows once he notices the discomfort on your face.

“Uh, yeah, I think my eczema is acting up again. No big deal.” You reassure him with a smile on your face. “I have lotion back at the hotel.”

Tyson smiles right back at you before pulling you in a little tighter to his chest, continuing to sway to the music. “Good, gotta make sure you’re all good.”

His voice is barely above a whisper, sending shivers down the exposed part of your back. You readjust your arms and rest your hands at the back of his neck, playing with the long curls resting at the nape. You look up at your best friend, with a new sort of adoration in your eyes before speaking up. “Still haven’t gotten your summer haircut, have you?”

A quiet chuckle passed through Tyson’s lips, “No, I was thinking of listening to what everyone was saying and let the curls go wild for a bit.”

You nod your head at his words, knowing that you were one of the many people that encouraged him to keep his hair on the longer side. The song and the chatter of the crowd drown to the background as you look into Tyson’s eyes. He’s looking back at you with what you think is the same look that you have in your eyes, with pure adoration and like you could have hung the moon in the sky.

Tyson’s hands slowly move from the small of your back, one going to your hip and the other curling around your rib cage, and suddenly his head is tilting down towards yours. Going along with both his movements and bravery, your hands tug around his neck bringing his head closer to yours as you tilt your head up, getting ready to meet him in the middle.

You can feel his nose brush against yours and that’s when the background noise comes back, someone in the distance clanking their champagne flute to make a speech and cheers erupting around you. Tyson breathes out heavily, closing his eyes, choosing to instead pull your body flush against his in a hug.

You release Tyson, looking around the reception area to see that Gabe’s sister is the one getting everyone’s attention for a speech. The two of you are standing staggered now, with your shoulder in front of his as Beatrice begins to speak. She dives headfirst into stories about how Gabe would constantly call his twin throughout the years to talk about Mel, stories about the summers Mel spent in Sweden with the Landeskog family, and what happened when Gabe’s soulmark had appeared on his shoulder blade a few years back.

All of the storytelling has Tyson pulling your back into his front, draping his arms loosely around your shoulders. You smile, holding onto his forearms, leaning back into his chest. As Beatrice continues to tell stories of her twin falling in love and finding his soulmark, you can’t help but think about the brief two years you’ve known the man standing behind you.

He was essentially some random Canadian that had somehow forced his way into your life. From finishing your senior year at North Dakota barely knowing him to you landing a job in Denver and befriending his neighbor unknowingly. From getting really into hockey only because you had tutored a few guys on a college team to it becoming an almost every day topic of discussion for you.

From how getting into hockey landed you here, at the Colorado Avalanche captain’s wedding, in beautiful Southern California, dancing with a man you knew would somehow forever have an impact on your life. That feeling was only confirmed when the two of you went to the airport the next evening to get on flights that were going to two separate places - him back to Alberta and you to Denver.

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| cloud nine | j.jh

pair: jaehyun x fem!reader

genre: alternate universe

a/n: agh i really like this request because i’ve seen an edit of him in a pilot’s uniform :< tbh i re-wrote this three times before i was satisfied with it. hope it meets your imagination 💕~j.

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captain jung jaehyun.

once everyone heard that name or saw it on their monthly roasters, whispers of yeses and scoffs of disappointments were normal in the department. some were contented with only being in the same paper as him. and then there were some who were very lucky enough to trail behind him when they made their way to the aircraft.

one time when jaehyun was running late, his existence alone acted as if the entire airport was his own model runway. a little speed walk or even fixing the folds of his sleeve cuffs sent crowds upon crowds trampling over each other about that rumoured hot pilot; taking pictures of him like he was a famous celebrity. people’s comments have spread and hit the articles as well, more frequent and mentioned in any social platform online and it was titled several times.

‘this captain has the visuals to be a celebrity.’

‘captain is a living character out of a manhwa?’

‘a pilot caused a storm at the arrival hall of xxx airport due to his good looks.’

‘mr. viral pilot’s even has a handsome rbf.’

jaehyun gave a forced smile that melted the eyes of his ‘assumed’ fanbase. not again, he thought. it was just a normal gesture to greet them, yet they saw it differently. other than a pool of sakuras and pink hearts, his smile was equivalent to ‘i love you’.

“attaboy jung!” his co-pilot lee seokmin, caught up to him at the departure hall. “do a finger heart next time!”

“don’t reveal my name.” he gestured him to keep quiet. “finger hearts are for idols.”

“i will reveal it because you’re basically a celebrity pilot now. don’t be so stiff, jung” his sunshine smile also caused an uproar after shooting the ladies with many hearts. “it’s simple. just put your thumb and pointer like an x- wait what do you mean for idols? can’t you see how famous you are after that viral picture floating around the country? if you’re not convinced, the world? jaehyun, even the legendary IU agreed you’re attractive-”

seokmin’s words were stopped by jaehyun’s documents in front of his purses lips. he put the blocking papers down with his fingers and still continued with sending finger hearts. “fine. you can reveal my name but not my fanboying side please. and dude i’m having second hand embarrassment right now because of you.” jaehyun gritted his teeth.

“you gotta get used to it.” seokmin said, now doing a heart with his arms.

the crew went through security screening and soon reached the bottom of the flight of stairs connecting to the plane. it was the norm, or maybe not, that the whole crew took a picture before the flight.

jaehyun stood at the middle with seokmin when he noticed a familiar face by his side. based on her side profile, he was sure this was definitely her.

he observed her ever elegant posture; natural make up that wasn’t too heavy, something he always liked. the way her eyelashes flutter due to the wind’s breeze and gosh her gorgeous and gentle smile-

“you’re staring, captain.” you cleared your throat, snapping him out of the trance. a small grin curving by your lips at his aloof response.

“my apologies if i have been rude..” he bent down to whisper, eyes lowering down to see your name slightly on the document paper you were holding. heh, i was right.. “..y/n.”

“if there’s anyone who’s rude..” you trailed off, turning to him face to face now. “..wouldn’t that be you, mr. celebrity?” you quirked an eyebrow at him, referring to the recent articles about the handsome pilot visual. you then twirled still with a small smile as you headed up the flight of stairs.

seokmin nudged the tall male, lips agape at his interaction with you. “wow you just talked with the y/n!” his voice sounding softer than usual. “she’s just new to the airline and everyone has a crush on her. i think i’m falling for her too.”

“you fall for every girl you encounter with, lee.”

as they walked up as well, jaehyun’s eyebrows arched at the compliment seokmin gave you. they took a quick glance at you, now talking with the rest of attendants. it didn’t take long for them to realize that other men were awe-struck by your beauty, just like he did. even the senior attendants seem very smitten whenever you would bring out the enthusiasm from others for the flight. entering the cockpit, the two pilots sat at their seats in preparation for take-off.

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ten hours into the flight, you double checked the passengers, wherein you gave assistance, especially those with children.

at the corners of your eyes, you spotted a couple with three kids. and based on other passengers who seemed to not get any sleep or have broad understanding, were bothered with the continuous cries. the parents seemed new and they were ultimately blessed with triplets. two were already a handful for them and the other baby was left slight unattended, so you politely asked to step in to help.

you could feel that mobile phones were directly pointed at you, filming the moment as they planned to maybe make the gesture viral. you pat the baby’s back and managed to make her sleep.

since shifting airlines just four months ago, you were aware of the attention you’ve been getting from other staffs, passengers and even locals. as much as you didn’t want the spotlight onto you, your occupation somehow paved the way.

the parents thanked your service and as you bowed, the chief flight attendant called you to rest. you finally sat at the post where you were assigned at. out of heavy exhaustion, you massaged your neck to sooth the pain away. deciding to freshen up a bit, you used the service cart to block aisle and went to the lavatory before heading to the plane’s upper rest compartment.

the way you twirled around got stuck in jaehyun’s mind. he couldn’t seem to take you out of it. he would close his eyes for awhile and your smile would appear. it got him feeling so giddy to the point he felt his ears heat up.

“is she marked in your heart?” seokmin placed his legs up as the plane was on auto-pilot.

“no not really.” jaehyun said, removing the headphones.

seokmin noticed the fidgety movements jaehyun had been acting since the take-off. it was as if he was itching to leave. “jae, you’ll get your turn to rest, just let me finish my food.” he munched on his sandwich before gesturing his friend to leave.

now that he finally would get his rest, he exited the cockpit with a hammering heart. he wasn’t the type to reveal himself during the flight, but urgently needed to go for a break. other crew reminded him that he should sleep too, given the prominent dark circles around his eyes. as he waited for his turn to use the lavatory, the door slid open revealing you, whom maybe he, or might have growing heart eyes toward you.

your hands held the door as the grip on it tightened at the sight of the captain. you looked to where his hands were and he held the door’s outside handle. his dimples deepened the more he flattened his lips, and he too seemed shocked at your appearance.

even after hours into the flight, he thought you still looked the same like you did at the photo taking. “hi.” he chuckled, obviously feeling a mix of awkwardness and embarrassment in meeting you.

“hello. may i pass through?” you asked, almost taking jaehyun aback at your straight-forward question. the rest of the crew witnessing interaction made them giggle.

“oh, i’m sorry.” he turned his body 90 degree and you shyly nodded for the gesture.

idiot, jaehyun. you’re an idiot. he told himself.

jaehyun went back to the cockpit and retrieved his coat and he soon got down the steep ladder steps, where he spotted you reading a book you were so immersed in. the sleepiness in his eyes were long gone and this time he wanted to have a proper conversation with you. unlike in the previous two short ones where you seemed to brush him off.

you noticed his presence and closed the book, giving them the attention he sought for earlier. he stood opposite to you, leaning against the ladder. “do you have something to tell me?” you asked, placing the book in your bag. “i’m a pretty good listener.”

a smile from you had jaehyun head in the clouds. “oh, well captain lee said you’re new here.” he fixed to loosen his tie and unbuttoned the first bud. “so how long have you been in the airline?”

“i transferred four months ago.” you replied, putting a strand back with a bobby pin.

“i see. no wonder. i was probably busy at the time. lots of schedules and flights here and there. our paths never seemed to cross if you’ve been here that long.” he crossed his arms.

he was hesitant to ask because it would make him look full of himself. screw it anyway. “you’re not one of those who moved airlines just to see me, right?”

his question made you silent. “ i just thought maybe this airline is more suitable for me.” you lied. in fact you moved because you weren’t convinced enough from your co-workers, that this ‘jaehyun’, apparently your ex, could swoon the ladies.

oh heavens, it has been five years. and this man certainly did swoon you and definitely sent your chest aching again, in a good way.

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the city the airline was designated at filled with bustling people and chirping of the birds. the sun shone as its rays peeked through the little gaps between leaves. traditional music played publicly at the common and main street, some tourists lined up for the city’s landmark. it really seemed like a perfect picture.

you sat down at an outdoor café, legs crossed and memorised the scenery in front. glad that you were blessed with photographic memory and began a quick sketch on the blank paper. as much as you didn’t want to touch your new pocket-sized watercolor painting set, you had to dab the first droplet of water on the tabs.

the faint ash lines soon faded completely at the droplets and as you began to paint the first layer, the paper met a shadow figure that blocked the sun. you looked up to see jung jaehyun; with two coffees in hand, a sunshine smile, perfect dimples and in casual clothes. you didn’t want to make him wait long and invited him to sit with you.

“great day today huh?” he asked, leaning closer to look at what you were doing then shifting his eyes towards you. “it’s.. pretty.”

“thanks, but it’s only the first layer. you’ll see the details after i’m done with the fountain.” you brought up your sketchbook to let him see.

“have you been to the city before?” taking a sip from his cup. you shook your in response, still concentrated on the painting. “c’mon, i’ll tour you around.”

he grabbed your hand and you had no choice but to follow. street stalls filled with souvenirs and its people encouraged their ranges, and jaehyun spotted something that might suit you. it was a necklace. he gestured the man so he could pay for it. taking glances of you and stall, the man waved at him. “sir, this comes in pairs.”

“hm?” his eyes looked at the item. “oh then i’ll get a pair.” he gave the cash and as the man took it, he grinned at jaehyun for his hearty eyes; already catching the purpose of the quick decision.

“it is for the lady, am i right?” he asked.

jaehyun scratched his neck, mentally cursing to himself for being too obvious and transparent. “oh. she’s just- uh, we used to date.” jaehyun chuckled, taking the resin designed necklace in his hands.

“you both look good together.” the man winked like he was about to give the pilot a piece of advice. “she must be that special to be making you feel things.”

“well she still makes me feel i’m in the clouds.” jaehyun looked at you choose an souvenir with furrowed brows. “it’s kinda sad that we didn’t make it like most couples.”

the man’s loud laugh startled jaehyun. “you’re in the city of love. anything can change and anything is possible.”

jaehyun smiled at his remark and left with a contented, little hopeful heart. he went up to you who was still indecisive with the souvenir.

you felt his presence on your right. rising up to see what he was up to, you were shocked at the item he had dangling in his fingers. this certain gesture reminded of your first date; he waved a keychain he won through a carnival stall. you stared into his eyes like you saw the universe in them; the beauty continuously expanding, the stars shining and sparkling when it boasted its twinkles.

the smile on your face faded, but it was quite obvious to jaehyun. he brought down the item and bit his inner gums. “i got this for you.” he chuckled softly, eyes averting from you with reddened ears.

this was strange, awkward, how you both used to be a thing in the past and now meeting each other through work. it just didn’t seem right, to you at least.

“what happened to us?” your sudden question caused jaehyun bent even lower towards your face, sending you to step backwards at his action.

jaehyun knew what you referred to. in fact he asked himself the same question every day since losing contact with you after high school. a small grin curving by his lips disappeared, then mirroring the same expression as you did. “we were both young, carefree. we didn’t know what to prioritise and used each other to make people think differently of us.” he trailed. “we were pretty immature. we just stopped talking after our graduation and distance widened before we had the time to talk it out.” he cracked up slightly, beginning to walk slowly to continue touring you around.

you kinda bursted out in giggles, agreeing to every reason he had just said. the way you saw how much he changed physically and mentally, something in him seemed to draw you closer to him; like you wanted to go back to square one. because all you feel towards him at this very moment was the same as back then.

“couldn’t agree more. we were like those try hard couple goal wannabes that we annoy the heck out of our friends.” you put your hair strands behind your ear. “anyway, i feel the same-” you paused, realizing what you just said.

“uh-huh.” he now looked at you from the map.

“i shouldn’t have said-” you laughed and feeling panicky. the heat creeping from your forehead downwards.

“you mean ‘feel the same like before’ or ‘feel the same as me’?” he asked with a challenging grin. such a tease.

you rolled your eyes at his childish behaviour, not wanting to be caught in his web. “what do you mean by ‘feel the same as me’, hm?” your voice almost breaking to a laugh.

jaehyun inhaled and exhaled sharply because he did not know what else to say. his fingers waving everywhere to look for answers, but to no success, he could only smile awkwardly. you both stared at each other for a while before he spotted some people who recognised him from afar. he grabbed you and went for a run, pulling you with him and led you away from the main circle of the city.

how you wished you wore proper footwear. running with ballet flats on uneven ground brought more discomfort than it did with jaehyun’s company. but as you watched the way how his hair slowed with the wind and his smiling side profile turning towards you, all memories from back then came flooding in like waves. though you didn’t want them to, there wasn’t anything you could do because you knew that somewhere inside the deepest parts in your heart, there was still room for a second chance with him; there was still space for him to fill that missing gap that was left empty before.

now your body was pulled aside at one street, just by the edge of an outdoor neighbourhood home. jaehyun gestured you to keep quiet and he turned slightly to check on them. as you both hid, it was something similar when flynn rider and rapunzel hid from the patrolling royal guards. “remember how we were just like this when we hid from our homeroom teachers?” he asked, crossing his arms in reminisce and a grin from ear to ear.

“of course, it was your idea and we had to mop the whole gymnasium as punishment.” you tiptoed to take a peek behind him. “it’s clear now, let’s go-”

“let me do this for a while.” jaehyun pulled you to him for a hug. “i kind-”

“kinda missed this?” you finished his sentence.

his chuckle tickled your ears as his palms tightened around you. “you took the words right out of my mouth.”

“i know you too well, jae.” you pinched his cheek and he let go of you.

“too well that you figured i’m starting to fall for you again?” he licked his dry lips as he waited for you answer.

you exhaled a breathy air from your nostrils, turning around to walk around the city and giggled internally for leaving him unanswered.

jaehyun scoffed with reddened ears. “should i take that as a yes?”

“whatever you wanna think of, jae.”

he recalled what the salesman said. maybe something will change in this city of love and your words just now created a ray of hope in the sky. this inexplainable anticipation he felt in his chest got him realizing that, yeah, he actually, still is in love with you.

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you bowed to the last batch passengers exiting the plane with jaehyun and seokmin on your side, along with other crew. finally on the way to arrival hall, all you wanted was to feel the soft sheets of your bed. grabbing your luggage, you slowed down your pace knowing that jaehyun was behind.

jaehyun’s hand laid on your shoulders, catching his breath slightly. “i’ll meet you at the carpark.” he bent down to a whisper.

“and what makes you think i’ll agree with your request?” you hummed, legs dragging your exhausted self to the walkalator.

“i’m gonna make my signature marinated spicy fried pork. i know you miss that.” he winked.

“mhm.” you singsonged, “more than i miss you.”

he groaned like a child and you could tell he purposely whined in a persuasive tone. “join me for dinner at least.” he nudged that you were lightly shoved to side, creating imbalance on your feet.

“fine i will.” you rolled your eyes as he cheered in soft ‘yeses’. “in one condition though.”

jaehyun lifted a brow at your habit and he should’ve seen it coming. “what is it?”

“live cooking. i’ll sit by your breakfast table, observing how you cut and hold the onions wrongly. i don’t want you to make me wait elsewhere of your apartment.”

“i didn’t invite you just so i could be bickered by you.” he held your head, sending vibrations for a second before you poked his armpits. “ow! okay you’ll get the live cooking in one condition, alright?”

you continued to walk towards the arrival hall, already noticing banners of jaehyun’s name and long lenses of cameras pointed at your direction. “that’s my word, but fine. what’s your condition, captain?”

a large hand find its way to interlock yours, then bringing it up to be visible to the public. “a pilot and a flight attendant dating.” his wink caused you to fluster in all sorts and now you were aware of the cameras. “it’d be a good topic, wouldn’t it?”

his lips seemed to inch closer towards you but it wasn’t a kiss since he refrained himself from doing so. your heart stopped for a moment before a certain camera flash blinked in front of the both of you, later hearing a voice of the photographer asking his mates to name the newsletter;

“captain jung is on cloud nine with y/f/n.”

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spideyspoods · 5 years

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minor inconvenience

Pairing: Peter Parker X F!Reader

Request: Combined @astrospideys & @spideypeach ‘s milestone celebration prompt (”a kiss. for good luck.”) with an anon request! “Hello dear! If you don’t mind can you write about peter and his childhood bestfriend being more than friend, but Peter is in dilema because he realized he wanted more but he doesn’t want to put the reader in danger because he’s spiderman. You can decide whether the reader knows Peter is spiderman or not. Thanks a lot!”

A/N: I’m truly sorry to everyone that this is so late, school’s been kicking my ass. However, I’m kind of proud of this one so I hope you enjoy! :)

Warnings: Fluff.

Word Count: 2k

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Peter Parker wasn’t one to get distracted during school. In fact, he prides himself on being a great student; one who rarely failed tests. However, he’s noticed that his mind starts to wander whenever he’s around Y/N L/N. They’ve known each other since they were in the first grade and have practically been attached at the hip. Their friendship grew stronger as the years progressed, but Peter couldn’t help but yearn for more.

He remembers May teasing him about how close they were ever since they started to hang out. He’d constantly deny her claims by calling her ‘just a friend,’ but do friends feel their heart leap at the mere sight of the other? Peter’s been stuck in his own thoughts, thoughts of her, for the past few months trying to convince himself that it wasn’t a crush. However, his heart said otherwise.

He wanted to confess his feelings for her so badly, but there was a minor inconvenience to his idea. Y/N had no idea that he was Spider-Man. Despite telling each other everything, he failed to mention his alter ego. It’s not like he wanted to hide it, he just didn’t want to endanger her.

So with that, the bell rang as Peter headed out the door and to his locker. “Parker!” a voice called out. He turned his head and found the girl of his dreams stepping towards him. Her eyes seemed to sparkle, vibrance and sunshine practically radiating off of her. “We’re still on for tonight? Your place?”

“I don’t know, I was thinking of going to Delmar’s,” he trailed off, jokingly. She feigned a pout, crossing her arms. “Rude. To think I was going to bring you some gummy worms-”

“Hm, I guess that sweetens the deal.” Y/N rolled her eyes at the pun, “What? Is my own presence not enough for you?” It is. Peter’s mind went foggy, trying to recover from his thoughts. “I’m joking! Now get to class, I’ll see you later.” She nodded, “I’ll let Ned know. Later, nerd.” Y/N turned before disappearing into the midst of students and left Peter with a lovestruck look. He had completely forgotten Ned would be joining them.

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“Hey, you know how we’re studying tonight with Y/N?” Peter asked, poking at the tray of food in front of him. Ned nodded, taking a sip of water. “You mean like we always do every Thursday?”

“Well yeah, but this time it’s different. Would it be able to be just me and her tonight?”

Ned quirked a brow, “Why? Wait a minute,” he gasped “are you finally dating? Why didn’t you tell me earlier?” Peter’s eyes bulged out his head, frantically shaking his head before hushing his friend who may have been a bit too loud. “Because it hasn’t happened yet! I was kind of trying to make that happen tonight.”

“No worries, I got you. I’ll let her know that something came up. But you owe me.”

“Anything!”

“Help me rebuild the death star.” Peter shrugged, that wasn’t too bad.

“Wait rebuild?!”

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The minute Peter got home, he ran to his room. He took in the sight of opened drawers and papers strewn across his desk. He glanced at his watch. 5 PM. She’d be here by 7. He huffed, knowing that he had a lot of work to do.

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May set her purse down by the couch and slipped off her shoes. “Peter, I’m home!” Silence. At first she didn’t think anything of it, before seeing that the living room was in pristine condition as if it was a hotel. “Peter?” She opened the door to his room that was now organized; every single item had its place. “I’m not complaining, but is there something going on?” Peter turned from the mirror and to his confused Aunt, “Y/N is coming over.”

“She always does, but this cleaning thing is pretty foreign for you.” Then it all clicked in her head. “Are you finally going to ask her out?” Peter’s eyes wandered to the wall, still extremely focused on adding the right amount of gel to his dark locks. “What no it’s not like that,” he turned to his Aunt “but if I was going to ask her out...does my hair look okay?”

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His phone buzzed, and he saw a notification from Y/N.

On my way! :) Attached was a photo of her holding the large bag of gummy worms to her head. He smiled to himself, that was definitely her new contact photo. Right as he locked his phone, he got a call. “Requiring back up! Robbery three blocks away-” Damn it. He let out a sigh, but slipped his suit on. “May tell Y/N that I’m going to be a little late!”

“You haven’t told her that you’re Spider-Man yet?”

“No! I just- it’s complicated. I gotta go!”

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Y/N knocked on the apartment door to reveal Peter’s Aunt. She smiled, welcoming her in. “Hey, Y/N! Peter said that he’d be running late but feel free to make yourself at home. I have a few errands to run, so you’re in charge!” Y/N shot her a thumbs up. “Don’t worry, Peter running late isn’t anything new anymore.Thank you, May!” She breezed out the door and Y/N set her things down in Peter’s room. “Wait a minute.” Peter’s room was actually neat?

In all ten years of knowing him, he had never been one to tidy up. Not that he was a slob, he just lived in organized chaos. Without the clutter on his shelves, she could finally see the photos in the picture frames. There were a few of him and Tony, courtesy of the Stark Internship, one with Ned, an older photo with May, but one stood out the most.

A photo of her with Peter during their freshman homecoming. Neither of them had a date, and May thought it would be cute for the two of them to go together. Little did he know, that was the day Y/N started to fall for Peter Parker. Sure she had always loved him platonically, but something changed in high school. His chocolate eyes were always gentle and the way his brows furrowed whenever he concentrated was enough to make her swoon. The only thing stopping her from admitting her feelings was the reason that she was sure he didn’t feel the same. Not only that, but what if it made things awkward? So she compromised, keeping her feelings to herself.

Minutes turned into hours and Peter still wasn’t back yet. It was already 10, and Y/N decided to make herself comfortable. Surely he wouldn’t mind if she borrowed one of his sweatshirts?

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Peter slowly opened his window, before jumping into his room. For some reason, everyone decided to commit crimes at the same time. He froze, seeing Y/N lying in his bed sleeping. He frowned, feeling guilty that he left her all alone. Peter scrambled for his clothes and looked around. Now where was the sweatshirt he left out?

“What the hell?” he heard a groggy voice call out. Y/N was now wide awake, staring back at him. A spandex suit clung to his legs and his face paled.

“Okay-”

“I knew it! So you are Spider-Man!” she exclaimed in glee.

“No- wait you knew?”

“Well I thought you were and I asked Ned, but he said no very unconvincingly. So there’s that.” Of course she knew.

“I’m sorry for ditching you, wait is that my sweater?” He smiled to himself, and winced before clutching his side. Y/N choked, but noticed that he was in pain. “Yes, but I don’t think that matters right now. You’re literally bleeding and oh-” Past what just happened, she noticed that he was shirtless. Her eyes lingered longer than they should have, before dragging him to the bathroom to find rubbing alcohol.

The wound burned, but the mere sight of her seemed to dull the pain. “You know this reminds me an awful lot about the first time we met.”

Peter sat down on the hardtop at school, with a small lego set in front of him. He had just watched his first Star Wars movie with his Uncle Ben last week, and ever since then he had been enamored by each of the characters and spaceships. For his birthday, he got a small tie fighter lego set and he brought it to school so he could assemble it during recess. He didn’t have many friends, but he was okay with that. A fellow group of first graders approached him and snickered, “Where are the rest of your friends? Oh wait, you don’t have any!” followed by giggles. He ignored them, it wasn’t anything new after all.

“I’m talking to you, dork!” The kid in front of him let out a yell before letting his small foot crush the legos underneath. “No!” Peter whimpered. The pack of bullies started to laugh even harder before they heard a high pitched voice yell. “Stop it!” A little girl with pigtails stomped towards them, “You’re not being nice! Leave him alone!” The blonde kid scoffed, “What? Are you friends with this dork?” She stood in front of a frowning Peter and crossed her little arms, “He’s not a dork! He’s my friend! Go or I’m telling the teacher!” At that, they all scrambled. The little girl turned back to Peter who sniffled. “Hey, I’m Y/N! Can I help you build your spaceship?” Y/N smiled wide, showing off her missing front teeth. Peter wiped away his tears with his sleeve, “Okay, do you watch Star Wars?”

“Yes! It’s my favorite! Do you want to be friends?”

“Yeah.”

Both of them were brought back to reality, a smile dancing upon their faces as they remembered what had happened years ago. “You were cute back then.” Y/N smirked, “Are you saying that I’m not cute anymore?” Peter tensed up. Uh oh. “No, not at all! You’re not cute,” her face fell “That’s not what I- You’re very pretty.” He dug himself in a deep hole. “Well thank you, Parker-”

“You’re also really nice, and funny, and smart. You’re a great person, Y/N.” He huffed out. Now or never, right? On the other hand, Y/N looked down, trying to hide the child-like grin on her face. “I wasn’t aware that it was compliment time-”

“I think I like you. Well not think, I know I like you. I have for a while.” He felt her touch slowly slip away. Great, he thought, you screwed it up. “Did I make you uncomfortable? I’m sorry-” Y/N got up to quickly press her lips to his. It was short, but he could feel the passion and intensity.

“You talk too much.” Their heartbeats echoed in their ears.

“Wait so you like me?” She nodded, a blissful smile on her face. “For the longest time, I just thought you didn’t feel the same way.”

“I didn’t say anything because I didn’t want you to get hurt because of my job.” He stated, looking into her eyes. “That’s a risk I’m okay with taking.” He tentatively kissed her again, resting his hand on top of hers. “I really like you, Y/N.”

“I like you too, Peter Parker. Now, just because you’re cute doesn’t make up for the fact that you haven’t helped me study for the physics quiz tomorrow.”

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Y/N and Peter strolled through the halls hand in hand. They approached Y/N’s next class; physics. Both of them stopped by the door with a smile. “Relax, you’ll ace this.” Peter spoke. She bit her lip, “You’re just saying that.” He grazed her hand with his thumb before planting a kiss on her cheek. “Not that I’m complaining, but what was that for?” she smiled.

“It was a kiss. For good luck.”

“That’s cute, I’ll catch you later.” Y/N entered her class, while Peter stood in the hallway. “When did that happen?” Ned called out, but Peter was too enthralled in his own bliss to answer back.

He fell for her hard, and he was okay with that.

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artisticcpsyco · 4 years

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‘HIDDEN SIGNS’

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‘she wanted him. he’d never tell. secretly he wanted her as well’

we've all at some point in our life encountered that feeling of secretly liking someone, secretly having your eyes on them, secretly wishing they knew, but deep inside you were afraid of what the outcome would be. so you kept it unnoticed. kept it hidden, locked inside, just hoping that maybe one day that moment would finally come when they would notice you!

I had a dream and it began with me arriving at school, year 2020. It was my last year of being a teenager so I don’t get the idea of why I was two years younger. I have thought that ‘wow… going back to school is one of my wish lists that I least expected it to happen,’ but it happened anyway.

Since I was the class monitor, I had to arrange the desks’ positions as I was asked to at the moment. I’ve planned to arrange them to be in a position of five desks, a row – honestly, I don’t even know why I did it that way. As some student get into the classroom, they gave an unsatisfied look around the room, they thought it would look so crowded having five classmates sitting next to each other in a row. So, they were mad at me, said it would be better if the desks were arranged in pairs.

‘Fine, then,’ I arranged them back in pairs.

I was already done with the arrangement as I’m onto the last row at the back, suddenly a guy put his bag on the desk. I was like, ‘I swear to God, can’t you see I’m still doing my work?’ I kind of pissed off because yeah, I just got nagged by my classmates and then this dumb guy is trying to get on my nerves. As I lift my head to see who was messing with me, I can’t bring myself to proceed being mad – ‘oh my God, it’s New!’ He was standing right next to me. I was practically frozen in awe by just looking at his face because damn he’s so cute! He looked kind of buff to me but his body proportion is well-toned. I can’t describe his beauty but fuck, he’s attractive as hell. I have always been into him for such a long time but I didn’t tell him how I feel because I was afraid that I would lose him so we stayed as best friends since last year.

A lot of student hated me because they think I’m too annoying to handle. So, I can see why they made me the class monitor – typical classmates, they voted for me just so they can push all the responsibilities to me. I guess it is fun for them to witness me being in pain and got lots of duty to catch. Not to mention, the teachers were not that fond of me as well. They can’t tolerate my annoying self too because I have been such a spoiled, whiny brat and only knows how to make others angry at me. I hate the idea of getting rejected and being dislike so I decided to just make people uncomfortable around me. I have always been so insecure about myself that I became so self-centered. Everything I do, everything I suggests, always leading to people just disregarding me. I mean, I’m fine living like this. I just don’t give a fuck about other people’s opinions on me.

So back to New, oh dear, I just can’t explain how adorable he is. Even his name is cute to pronounce. New asked me to just let the last row be and assume other classmates would arrange the desks themselves. ‘You, sit beside me.’ He said and I submissively responded with ‘alright…’, so we both study in the class as usual. When Math class is in session, I can imagine myself being stupid again. Math is a bit difficult for me to understand the formulas so I wasn’t really paying attention to the lesson because it’ll make me sleepy. Luckily for New, he’s brilliant in every subject but he’s a lazy student. He doesn’t care about what people think and he pampered me a lot. I find every little thing he does are just too cute to watch. When we were in class, we both really didn’t focused on the lessons; we were just fooling around with each other. We talked about ourselves, spilled some teas about our classmates and poking each other.

The next day came and it was the best moment I’ve ever experienced – I fell asleep during Math class, again, but New noticed me at the side so he knocked my head with his pencil. I winced slightly at the pain while opening my eyes and New said ‘Babe, wake up and stay focused, or else I’ll bite you.’ Fuck, I swear I blushed every time he said things like that to me. New saw my cheeks turned red and decided to teased me more, ‘Aww, you’re blushing!’ – if only the teacher was not in class, I would just kiss him, ugh. It was cute.

Once the bell rang for lunch time, New never leave my side. He sticks to me like a glue and never ever be apart from me. I get it, he just wanted to protect me from others because he knew I was bullied whenever someone gets the chance to. I’m just so tired with people and their pathetic asses but thank God, New is always besides me.

There was one time while I was walking down the stairs with New, I heard other students bad-mouthing me; people have been starting to talk behind my back ever since me and New were getting obscenely close with each other. I knew they were just jealous that I get to hang around and be friends with the school’s heartthrob. I mean, who wouldn’t be envious of me? I’m the only girl New approached first and since then, we can’t be separated.

Other girls have been snickering at me whenever I passed by each one of them. They gave me disgusted look and I just broke down but New didn’t notice all those ugly stares around us. My emotions were controlling me so I brought my head down, started walking really fast through the corridor. I left New behind but he caught my hand immediately, ‘Babe… what’s wrong?’ he looked at me with concern and slowly caressing the back of my hand. I hold back my tears and said ‘I really had to go to the ladies.’ He understood and let me go easily. That’s the only way I could escape from him and finally show how humiliated I was by myself.

‘Why people hate me that much? I’m just being me and I’m trying my best to ignore people’s bullshits-’

I cried in one of the toilet’s cubicles. While I was trying to regain my conscious from my emotional state, I heard footsteps coming into the toilet. They didn’t know I was in there with them as I kept quiet – the girls were still talking about me being with New. He and I weren’t in any romantic relationship. We flirted a lot but those acts were just because we’re so comfortable around each other. We didn’t confess, so it made sense the girls were talking how New and I were just playing around as they thought I was head over heels for him and they said I should just realized that I’m being delusional. ‘Fuck those bitches.’ I internally screamed.

I washed my face and fix my make up to get rid of the swollen eyes so people won’t notice that I was bawling my eyes a moment before. I opened the door and saw that New was waiting for me. I smiled weakly; he’s such a sweet best friend for never leaving me alone. He tilted his head to the front of his view and I decided to walk closer to him. New brought his hands out, ‘hey… come here.’ He hugged me tightly while caressing my back in slow motion, ‘there, there… you’re fine. I’m here, I’ll always be here for you.’ I swear I’m going to start crying again when he patted my head like I’m a kid. But then, yeah, I cried again unfortunately. No one saw us being cuddly because they were already in class.

We both went into class a bit late but the Math teacher let us off with a warning. She was nice to me and New though most of the teachers were annoyed with my behaviors. She’s the only one who accepts my personality because she knows there’s more to me than meets the eye. I might be a little slow on Math problems but I’m actually pretty smart. I made decently good grades for other subjects. I’m not that stupid, just a bit lazy, that’s all. I liked my Math teacher as she’s caring and affectionate toward me.

Every time we got back from school, New would accompany me to home later in the evening. Being a gentleman as he should be, he would always hold my hand and walk besides me to prevent me from getting into an accident on the road. And every morning we would walk to school together. New always came to my house one hour early just so he can eat breakfast which my Mom delighted made for us.

New had always been alone since he was five years old. He lost his parent at such a young age and had trouble coping with it. Hence, he shut people out and didn’t make a lot of friends. Ever since he was a little boy, he had been so mischievous and so cold – he would get himself into trouble at school a lot, throwing tantrums everywhere he can and neglected his teacher’s warnings from time to time. Punishments didn’t stop him from being a bad boy, he kept giving people a hard time to deal with his stubborn attitude and had everyone talked about how bad of a person he is.

Deep down in my heart, I knew he was a good boy. He just needed more attention since he didn’t get any as a child. Other kids misjudged him because they didn’t know New that well, they were all have parents and have siblings to cherish them. I can’t imagine how hurtful he was, remembering he’s the only kid without anyone to hold on. Without anyone to care for him and that’s why New was timid with other people.

I’ve always had my eyes on him for so long. I’ve been stalking him; I discovered his lifestyle and I paid attention to every little detail about him. I watched him from a far, he was such a beautiful boy back then and he grew up so well. During my early year in high school I decided to have a conversation with him but I turned myself down as I saw there were already lots of girls swooning over him. I thought to myself, ‘maybe I didn’t stand a chance’ so I walked away.

Little did I know, New was looking at me the whole time and anticipated for me to have a conversation with him first. He didn’t have interest in other girl, he only had eyes for me. Years upon, he approached me, saying he wanted to be friends with me and I was so happy. I am glad that we were still best friends.

New and I were studying respectively alone in the class but somehow, I caught him staring at me differently this particular day. I’ve never seen him looking at me like that before as if he was checking me out. I pretended to be so focused in writing my notes on the whiteboard for the next lesson and then out of nowhere, he blurted ‘you’re actually attractive.’ Fuck, what was that about? This wasn’t the ‘New’ that I know. I just ignored him and continue jotting down the notes.

While we were walking down the road to home, I gather my courage to asked him why he stared at me back in our classroom. ‘I see you differently, starting today.’ I was like so confused at the time, ‘like what? Like what, New, tell me!’ He just chuckled seeing my reaction and said ‘can I do that?’ – ‘do what?’ he leaned his face in front of me and he kissed me.

Oh. My. God.

What the fuck? Okay, first of all, I did try to push him out of shock but there was a part of me saying to myself to just enjoy the moment. Though I couldn’t really back off since New hold me so tightly and I can’t even move my body. The moment we parted our lips, New and I just stared into each other adoringly. Then, he patted my head and I started to cry. I asked him why he did that while I’m still teary. I asked him, wondering is he going to leave me? For so many times but New just kept quiet and didn’t answer all of my questions.

He hugged me again, but for like a while until I stopped crying. I told him, ‘don’t talk to me if you don’t want to answer my questions,’ and so I got sulky.

The next day, I kept silent. I didn’t engage myself in having any sorts of conversation with New. He saw me and kept apologizing to me. He did his secret moves in getting what he wanted; he held my hands together while laid his hand on my shoulder, facing to his side and whispered softly ‘Babe… I’m really sorry.’

He’s such a teaser for always aiming for my weakness.

He’s so cute and clingy, how can I resist him? So, I ended up lowering my guard, ‘fine… I forgive you.’ Then, I pushed him aside since I was getting a little bit hotter. I blushed.

On our lunch hour, we grabbed our meals and found our usual spot. Before eating, New stopped me, ‘Today, I’ll feed you because you look extra cute.’ He would always compliment me every time he gets the chances and know damn well that I would just agree to him and started to get my cheeks redder.

New and I spent our hangout at my house later after school. All we did was just cuddling each other and I’ve been pampered with kisses everywhere on my face. I didn’t push him away because I’ve always liked him. I like the way we are right now and I wished that we would stay like this forever.

New said, ‘I don’t care what other people going to say about us. Baby, I’ve been admiring you since I came to this school. You were never afraid of me, and I’ve always had my eyes for you at school, everywhere I could get myself to see you.’ He slowly caressed my cheek softly, ‘you, you’re the reason I started to changed for better, and because of you, I finally can start being a good person to others as well. You are such a blessing upon my life and I want to cherish you forever, baby,’ he stared into my eyes and leaned toward to kiss my forehead.

‘I can’t leave you alone anymore, because I’ve always wanted to take a very good care of you. It wasn’t just you who had a crush on me, I felt the same way but I just didn’t tell you.’ New laughed while taking a strand of my hair to the back of my ear, ‘how could you be so oblivious, my love? I’ve hinted a lot that I liked you the same way; you let me take care of you and of course I did it with honor, you let me be friends with you and you endured all the time I teased you whenever I can, and lastly, I’ve could just eat my breakfast by myself but I chose to eat your Mom’s cooking just so I could spend more time with you.’

New grabbed both of my hands down and looked at me like I was the most enchanted human being, ‘Baby… I love you so much.’

I was so speechless as I didn’t realize that my tears have been flowing this whole time while he confessed to me. I don’t know why I didn’t see that he liked me too, I’ve always thought he just being nice to me because he is like that. Then, we kissed to each other’s content.

edited by @syhznanny 🤩

#new thitipoom #fanfic #romance #high school #student #short story

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stardew-imagines-me · 5 years

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Can you tell us more about the highschool au? I ADORE your work btw

Thank you and of course!

Introduction

Due to rough circumstances, you were unable to keep living with your mother in the city, and had to move onto one of the many properties your late grandfather had owned. Luckily, your grandfather was a smart man and before passing, left you a large amount of savings you could live on for a few years. So that’s how you started your life in Stardew Valley.

Stardew Valley was quite a beautiful town. It wasn’t too big, with only a 100,000 residents, but big enough that it reminded you of certain parts of the city you had come from. Before leaving back to the city, your mother had helped transfer you in Stardew High school, or SDHC where you’d have to call home for the next 3 years.

Stardew high had roughly 2,000 or so students so you hadn’t expected to be noticed transferring in the middle of the year. How wrong were you.

12 special students had taken an interest in you since arriving, and your name became a hot topic around school when you were officially deemed the president of the gardening club the moment you entered. It wouldn’t have been that scary if those 12 students weren’t the most skilled, and popular kids in the school.

Many of them were top in the state, if not the country, for their skills while the others were basically school mascots with overwhelming amounts of school pride. There were only two modest and skilled students who hadn’t a huge part in spreading their name out there like the others and yet, they were still part of the special 12.

These two students were named Penny and Harvey; instead of taking part in clubs, they decided that doing more conventional things like studying medicine or tutoring stuggling students was way more important.

Penny is a very quiet girl; she’s got strong opinions but no voice, which is why she had denied presidency to the debate club her freshman year. Instead, she opted in tutoring students who are a little slower in other subjects — the kids she tutored often excelled after her sessions and wouldn’t need assistance any longer. She would’ve been valedictorian too but again, her voice wasn’t loud enough to earn her the position.

• Penny is a junior

• Penny is often found in the library reading, tutoring or helping the librarians organize shelves

Harvey is a very smart boy; deciding since a very young age that he would become a doctor and help the injured and dying. When Harvey wasn’t studying medicine, he would be in the nurses clinic learning world experiences and medicine measuring. The nurses don’t mind him being in the clinic during classes because he had already learned the material months ahead.

• Harvey is a junior

• He is known around school for skipping a grade and having the brightest future out of the special 12

Then there’s the skilled. The 5 students that had earned that named were naturally gifted kids that often used those to an advantage — they awed everyone when in action.

Shane of the cooking club. Shane is by far, one of the most aggressive and rude people you’ve ever met. But he has a gentle side to him as well. When faced in both cooking and baking competitions, he rises upon all his competitors with dishes that only highest of chefs could succeed in pulling off in such a short amount of time. He’s rude but his peers still adore him nonetheless.

• Shane is a junior

• He raises hundreds for the school when bake sales come around — everyone waits all year just to taste his molasses cookies or triple layer fudge brownies

Alex, star quarterback of the football team. Although Alex isn’t intellectually the most gifted, he is very skilled on the football field when he’s tasked with dodging, swirling and throwing the ball at all costs. He’s very handsome, and a little arrogant, but otherwise, a genuinely kind boy.

• Alex is a junior

• Alex is the high school sweetheart. He wins many games for his school, has been scouted by many different colleges already and has dyslexia

• He gets tutored by Penny when he has the time, Penny always scorns him for being late

Sebastian, the valedictorian. Now, when you think ‘valedictorian’, you see some scrawny nerd that studies constantly and stresses about everything. Well, Sebastian is a little special when it comes to that stereotype. The Stardew valedictorian comes to school in ripped skinny jeans and half combed bed head. He’s got piercings of all kinds, scars and looks that could kill. But he’s very gifted too. Sebastian has never gotten anything below 100%, hasn’t even missed a second of school and actively participates in school events even though he couldn’t give less of a shit about them.

• Sebastian is a junior

• Many kids know that Sebastian and Maru are siblings, but find it quite shocking when they are told that their parents also work at school

Maru, the president of the robotics club. Maru is a very gifted student, a common trait in her family. She’s actually the top student in the country for her engineering projects and robotics creations. She isn’t too fond of going out after school since most of her time is spent making blueprints or organizing competitions for her club, but can’t bare to see Sebastian mope at another pep rally by himself.

• Maru is a junior

• Her and Sebastian had actually created half of the computers in the computer lab. She put them together while he coded them

Leah, the art prodigy. You had actually heard about Leah before coming to a Stardew; her art being displayed in one of the most famous galleries in the world, but were surprised when you found out she had attended a generic high school. Her art is displayed across the banters of the second floor and one of her sculptures is the main piece of the school’s entrance.

* Leah is a junior

* Leah is quite modest about her art, and doesn’t like to talk about it if she isn’t currently working on another piece or really if a conversation doesn’t involve art at all

Then there’s the school pride mascots. The other 5 either deal with special causes, contribute to local communities a lot or are basically just popular.

Haley, the head cheerleader. Haley is quite popular not only in school, but worldwide too. At a young age, she had been scouted for a modeling agency that sky rocketed her reputation and displayed her beauty on many different products and billboards. It only made sense that she would also become head cheerleader for her winning smile and overbearing personality on the field.

* Haley is a junior

* Haley’s personality isn’t really a surprise once she’s done putting up an act. She’s kind when she feels like she can trust you, but otherwise, she bites harder than Shane at times.

Emily, the president of fashion club. Much like her sister, Emily had been scouted out by the same modeling agency, but quit a year or two into the gig to pursue her own clothes line she had been working on since the start. Often, her club is filled with envious kids who adore her modern works and fancy tailoring. She owns her own company, but chooses to graduate school before working on her career right away.

* Emily is a junior

* Emily and her club often make the costumes for Elliot’s drama club when play season comes around. Her clothes are put on display after being worn

Elliot, president of the drama club. Elliot had always had a passion for writing plays and directing them. He was also quite a phenomenal actor, and often attracted people who weren’t even attending the school to his plays. He was adored by the English teacher, no surprise, and had many people swoon over his looks.

* Elliot is a junior

* He’s a famous modern poet, but uses a pen name because he prefers to stay anonymous until he graduates

Abigail, founder one of the human rights club. Abigail is a strong willed girl who is often found preaching about human rights and leading many of the parades in Stardew Valley. She’s a huge supporter of the LGBTQ+ community and runs a women’s shelter during the summer. Her peers adore her and Sam as one of the most well known duos in the school for running courses about abusive relationships and drug abuse as an elective.

* Abigail is a junior

* When Abigail has free time, she usually makes positivity bracelets that students flash around outside of school for the cool aesthetic4

Sam, founder two of the human rights club. Sam is loud and has such an infectious laugther that it’s hard not to want to be around him 24/7. He participates in quite a bit of funder raisers for certain organizations he’s passionate about and volunteers at a few different preschools to play with the kids and teach basic life skills like stranger danger and saying no. He’s a loud cutie who gets asked out about 6 times a day.

* Sam is a junior

* Sam loves hanging out with Abigail and often helps around school when she’s busy

Farmer:

* You are president of the gardening club because the club had actually been falling apart and only a hand full of students were left since the president had graduated a year prior of you transferring

* What had brought all the attention on you was saving the school’s dying garden in only a week or two. The wilting petals had looked as if they were replaced with luscious, healthy flowers that everyone had stopped to look at at least once a day

* “It was the new kid,” You had heard your garden mates say proudly as they pointed over to you, “The new president, isn’t that neat?”

#sdv highschool au #sdv au #sdv bachelorettes #sdv bacholers #sdv imagines #sdv headcanons #sdv maru #sdv haley #sdv leah #sdv emily #sdv penny #sdv abigail #sdv harvey #sdv elliot #sdv alex #sdv sam #sdv sebastian #sdv shane

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Heartbeat, Heartbreak - B.B (2/8)

Summary: Three musketeers until you started to fall in love. But, have you been living since then? (Modern!Reader/Bucky Barnes).

Prompt: “That’s disgusting. You’re lucky you’re cute.”

A/N: This for @notimetoblog‘s writing challenge.

Feedback is always welcomed.

Darcy and Jane look at you despondent swinging your large glass of wine. Somehow, still sober enough to go over the story, but slowly losing yourself to depressing memories that you never really talked about with them, even with Jane -- who you considered your closest friend. So, here they were ready for you to open up to them in any way possible:

“Bucky Barnes was the apple of everyone’s eyes, I knew that since kindergarten. All the teachers loved him. He was a cute kid with all the girls wanting to talk to him and all the boys wanting to play with him -- one bat of those pretty blue eyes and the store clerk gave him everything he wanted. He was named “cutest kid in class” like all 5 years of elementary school. We orbited around each other for a long time -- had the same classes, our moms were friends. That all changed in 5th grade, I think, that’s when we both met Natasha Romanoff.”

You hear steps echoing down the hall and pounding in your head, as you look over the paperwork for the meeting this afternoon connected to the potential merger. There were a lot of things you were trying to ignore since you received the folder this morning --your slight hangover, the location of the place, the name of the CEO-- but it wasn’t really helping. Your laptop was opened to one web page and you were wondering if something was cursing you for drinking and whining so much in one weekend.

“You look awful,” you hear a familiar voice from the glass door entrance of your office, as Sam gives you a teasing smile, only for you to groan. It wasn’t often that he saw you like this, but it did usually happen when something big was happening for the attorney branch of Stark Industries -- it would be hard for anyone else to believe that the star attorney was a mess just a few hours before any meeting.

Sam and you had been both picked up shortly after law school graduation by one Chester Phillips and have been stuck together ever since on most projects. However, Sam wasn’t aiming for the top spot at the current moment, not while he had a wife and child at home and the hours were already killing him to begin with, though he was there to support you in whatever way possible.

“It was a really depressing weekend,” you murmur, while rubbing your eyes. At least, it was as bad as when you had to meet Dr. Helen Cho and her associates in regards to their medical machinery.

“Well, I can tell you that a Mr. Rumlow had a much better one,” Sam states while taking a seat in front of your desk. A teasing smile on his lips due to your current state, but his eyes are all business -- it was a wonder of Sam to entrap people with his chill and friendly nature before he got them to do anything that he wanted. It still happened to you after years of knowing him.

“Please don’t tell me,” you groan in exasperation.

“Already took out a said Mr. Barnes to drinks and dinner last weekend,” Sam tells, as you try not to show any emotion at the mention of a certain last name, and while Sam quickly catches that grimace he decides not to say anything about it for now.

“Do you know if he’s already prepared to close?” you state, half angry at Rumlow for sneaking around and stealing this merger from you, but also hopeful that maybe you won’t have a meeting to deal with at all.

“Nope,” Sam declares, dashing your half-hopes away, “I heard Jack saying that Rumlow was fuming. Barnes wanted to hear both deals before signing anything with Stark.”

“Okay, okay,” you state in steady breathes, as Sam keeps watching you, “We can do this.”

It might be a little strange two have two lawyers always fighting within a company for mergers --it even seemed a bit detrimental--, but it came with how everything was organized after Tony Stark took over. One division of the attorneys worked directly for what was best for the board of directors, that’s where Rumlow, Pierce (a long time ago), and their group all came from. Chester Phillips, with all his stubbornness and general dislike towards Tony, still worked with his and the people coming in best interest in mind -- that how he picked you and Sam, thus you leaned more towards Pepper Potts-Stark and the couple’s general philanthropic interest from time to time.

However, Philips wasn’t going through pick favorites, he wanted one of you to seal the deal with Barnes’ Pharmaceuticals, and you had to throw yourself into an oncoming train with your past to do so.

“Sam,” you start off, brown eyes completely on you, “I think I have to disclose somethings before this afternoon’s meeting. It’s all a maybe at this point, but I just feel like you need to know.”

“Well, now it’s starting to feel like an episode of Ally Mcbeal. ”

“She’s a real hardass. Won’t give up until you sign the cheapest deal possible.”

James wiggles in his seat thinking about everything that a certain Brock Rumlow had been saying about the other attorney he was going to be meeting with from Stark Industries -- and while the man had given him a lucrative deal for himself and the researchers, that wasn’t who he was thinking about.

“Treat people the same way you want to be treated,” Bucky whispers his father’s old motto like a lucky charm before playing with the ring on his right index finger -- thinking that his family was close always made him feel a bit better. He was still unsure about the whole thing, but he wanted the best for his employees that might not be moving directly into the bigger comgralmerate’s shadow.

It didn’t help that while he was doing his research that an all too familiar name kept popping up during his research in regards to the attorneys within Stark Industries. She was in a lucrative position and while there was no mention of anything related to her personal life outside of her college and law accolades, Bucky couldn't help but think of another person he had been thinking about recently.

“Sure, you’re okay there, pal,” the blond to his right side can’t help but ask as James gives him a weary smile. This had been taxing for both of them, but especially to Steve who was dealing with more of the accounting aspects while having a pregnant wife to tend to.

“Just want this meeting to finish already,” Bucky groans, but before he can say anything else heels on the pristine white floor of the hallway grab their attention.

There is a woman in a black dress and dark blazer combo and a man wearing a dark blue suit holding pads and folders walking towards them. The woman opens the door first and gives them a small smile with a handshake before going to the other side of the table. The man --introducing himself as Sam Wilson-- does the same. Bucky has to take a moment to breathe because here she is in front of him -- older and more serious than he remembers, but he can still picture where the stretches of baby fat once laid.

If she was cute before-- well, she was gorgeous now.

“I have some documents for you to quickly glance through,” she states as she hands the papers to Steve, “Now then, shall we get started?”

The meeting last the whole two hours with James and Steve both agreeing amongst themselves that they enjoy the deal that she has presented to them compared to Rumlow’s last weekend. Steve also seems to quickly hit it off with Sam, trading banter and sports trivia, but she stays quiet most of the time. Answering and asking questions are the most that she does, but James can tell everything she states is calculated and purpose -- unlike Rumlow who just ran his mouth when he drank too much or saw a pretty gal walk his way.

“Every year you get disappointed cause you picked a losing team,” the breezy chuckle drags Bucky’s attention from his inner thoughts as he sees her laughing with Sam and Steve over what teams they are going for, in what sport Bucky isn’t exactly sure.

The two of them keep making small talk about where they grew up until the meeting runs it course and Steve states that they will be looking over some of the other documents with their accountants. She simply nods and give Steve a grateful smile.

“Can I ask you one last thing?” Steve adds in, curious about a couple of things, “Where are you from?”

“ Brooklyn ,” she states like a bitter afterthought, “Born and raised.”

Steve doesn’t say anything and they move with saying goodbye and promising that more phone calls will follow. James gives her an unsteady smile and shakes her hand before leaving, but nothing tells him whether she is happy, angry, or even if she knows who he is, but Bucky knows -- deep down, he just can’t shake the feeling. She leaves the room without another word and Sam nods in their direction. Steve is confused for a moment until he sees Bucky’s face, at awe but a mixed bag of worry and grief.

“Please, don’t tell me you’ve slept with her,” Steve can’t help but ask, while gathering all the folders they have been given to look over. James stays silent, as his shoulders move downward as if a weight had been removed from them, but something else was now weighing heavily on his heart.

No, he did something much much worse -- he broke her heart.

“So, was it him?” Sam can’t help but ask once they have made it safely away from earshot. You grip and release your hands multiple times, as you try to keep all the sick and ill feelings at bay because regardless of everything you might feel, you can’t help but notice that James Buchanan Barnes is still an attractive man.

His charming personality was still there and how he cared about all his employees regardless of what he might get in the end -- well, in another life that would have had you swooning. However, that didn’t change the past and the things you had gone through because of him and a certain redhead.

“Yeah,” you state, “I need to you handle the rest of the details for the merger. I-I can’t do it.”

“Are you sure?” Sam stops and stands in front of you. Brown eyes determined as he punches your shoulder lightly, “Are you gonna let Rumlow win?”

“Rumlow could have the world, as long as I don’t have to deal with James Barnes,” you state hotly before side stepping and walking down the hall once more.

What the hell did that man do?

Sam plans on following your advice when it comes to the merger, but also because of something else as well now.

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balancingdiet · 5 years

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Every Friday

Pairing: Kaito & Aoko Word Count: 2000+ Alternate Reading Site

Summary: It was like a custom, that every Friday Aoko would invite Kaito over for dinner.

"Are you free this Friday?"

Kaito looked up from his phone, his lips pursed just enough to hide his surprise. He hadn't realized Aoko was standing in front of his desk, hands by her hips as she stared down at him with a questioning look. Aoko's stealth had been slowly improving ever since she became a regular at his heists, but it could also be the news on his phone's fault, allowing himself to be so distracted and dropped his guard.

Nonchalantly, he exited his news app to check the calendar. "What's happening on Friday?"

"Nothing. I just want to ask if you want to have dinner."

"Isn't it too early? It's only Monday today." A grin slowly spread across his face. "Do you actually need four days of practice just to perfect a dinner?"

Aoko huffed and crossed her arms. "Just answer the question."

Kaito looked down at his calendar. It was blank, of course, but he'd already remembered all the dates for his upcoming heists. The next one is going to happen on Saturday, which was the night after her invite… But it was fine anyway, he already had everything planned, and there was no harm to spare a little time for a dinner date—

A dinner. Just dinner.

"Yeah, I'm free."

Aoko smiled and clapped her hands. "That's settled. I'll see you this Friday!"

Kaito was about to retort how he'd be seeing her every damn day actually, but she already left his table and went back to her conversation with her friends at the other side of the classroom.

Shaking his head, he continued reading the news on his phone

xxx xxx

It was Omurice with curry, and as much as Kaito was reluctant to admit, it had been one of the best dishes he ever eaten in his life.

He wondered if Aoko really used those four days to practice and perfect this.

"So how is it?" Aoko grinned over the dinner table.

Kaito grunted in response and pretended his mouth was too full to speak. But actions were always louder than words, and Aoko came up with her own interpretation of his response before she began on her meal.

xxx xxx

"Kaito!"

Kaito blinked and looked over his shoulder. He would recognize the voice even if he turned to ash, but he didn't expect to hear it while he was going back home after school today.

"Don't you have your math club meeting?" Kaito questioned after Aoko caught up to him.

"Yeah, but it was just a short one." Aoko said before they started walking together. "But even so, shouldn't you already be back home at this timing? You're walking quite slowly today."

Kaito could easily answer with something sarcastic or argument-provoking, but when he glanced to his side, Aoko was looking at him with eyes filled with genuine curiosity, and nothing in her previous statement was hinted with tease too.

In the end, he decided otherwise, allowing his original retort died in his throats and shrugged.

"It's a Friday today. There's no hurry to go home."

Aoko simply nodded to his answer and said no more, thankfully.

It was true, there was no hurry to go home; all his homework that were given over the weekends were already finished before the teachers left the class, and there wasn't a need to plan any heist for now when he just finished one yesterday (sadly it wasn't Pandora).

But that, was the reason why he was slow.

He had sprained his ankle when he missed a step on the stairs while escaping from the guards.

Although he had managed to put up a good enough act to pretend his feet were fine for the entire day today, this was where the limit ends.

He just hoped Aoko wouldn't notice.

"Are you free today?"

Kaito blinked out of his little trance and raised an eyebrow. "What's up?"

"Do you want to have dinner over at my place?"

Oh. At least it wasn't to go out to watch a movie or whatever. Dinner would still be fine for his ankle.

Kaito leaned towards Aoko with a grin. "It's tonight though, no need for practice?"

Aoko jabbed a fist into his shoulder. "Just a yes or no would suffice."

"Yes, yes." Kaito scoffed and rubbed his arm.

"One yes is enough."

Kaito rolled his eyes. "Yes, master."

xxx xxx

Instead of going home, Kaito went straight to Aoko's house. They did a bit of homework (Kaito had to pretend to be doing it since he already finished.) and talked a whole lot more during those few hours before Aoko had to start preparing for dinner.

Kaito volunteered to help at first, but she refused and shove him out of the kitchen even before he could attempt a second try. He was then abandoned in the living room with the TV for company, and the first channel that came up when Kaito switched it on was the evening news.

"The Blue Sapphire that was stolen last night by Kaitou Kid has been returned. Appraisals will be conducted to ensure the jewel is genuine before the millionaire returns to America and—"

Kaito switched to another channel.

The sound of chopping from the kitchen continued.

Dinner was served an hour later.

It was spaghetti with white sauce.

And again, Kaito loved it.

"How is it?" Aoko asked after she set the plates on the table (Kaito helped with the utensils).

This time, he nodded back in reply as he slurped onto the creamy spaghetti.

A small smile spread across Aoko's cheeks, and she began digging into her dinner as well.

xxx xxx

Kaitou Kid raised his gloved hands in the air and shone the emerald under the moonlight.

He counted to ten (Ten was too much, but he just needed an extra bit of hope).

When the count finished, he sighed and put down his hand.

Not Pandora, of course.

Almost nothing could have been.

It was just a myth.

But if he didn't believe in it, chase after it, and continued whatever he had been doing, why did he put on the monocle in the first place?

What were all those sacrifices for?

"Kaitou Kid."

Kaitou Kid—Kaito—froze, but luckily his slightly oversized costume (it was tailored after his father's size) and flapping cape did wonders to hide that flinch. He slowly turned, suave and all, and stared at the girl he knew all his life across the roof.

Her stealth really had been improving.

"Hello, Nakamori-san. Fancy seeing you here." Kaito kept the jewel in his pocket. He'd decide on the methods of returning it later.

She glowered. "Fancy."

"It's a Friday night. Don't you have plans somewhere else?"

"He couldn't make it." She said simply, though her scowl was still plastered on her face.

Kaito blinked. He? Who was that he? It definitely wasn't him since she didn't ask him out today, much less having the chance to reject her invitation.

His gut gave an annoying twist, and he lowered his hat to hide that slight grimace that almost slipped to his features. "What a pity, Nakamori-san. I bet he's missing out."

She didn't answer.

He stepped onto the roof's ledge. "I hope your date will work out in the future." Of course he didn't wish that date to work out in the future, no way in hell, but he said it, just because it was necessary to end this conversation.

"As long as you don't hold it on a Friday." Aoko spat.

It was a little too late to question what she meant as he had already free-fall off the roof, allowing the wind to take control before his wings took flight into the night.

But it didn't matter; Kaitou Kid had no rights to ask her anyway.

xxx xxx

Kaito went back home, clearly exhausted. He dumped the tools that required fixing in his basement, took a quick bath and slumped onto his bed, all ready to hit the sack. But as a habit, he would check his phone for some Kid's update and reply some texts he couldn't see when he was busy thieving.

There was a text from Aoko. Just ten minutes ago.

He sat up on the bed and opened the message.

'Are you free next Friday for dinner?'

Kaito frowned at his phone screen, the short conversation he had with Aoko as Kid came back to him and hitting his stomach with that awful twist again.

//"It's a Friday night. Don't you have plans somewhere else?"

"He couldn't make it."//

Kaito crafted a reply, his thumbs hovering over the screen. But he stopped and sighed. What could he ask or even say about her failed date when the person that knew about it was Kaitou Kid? This was truly one of the worst dilemmas he ever faced, perhaps a close second after wanting to tell Aoko the truth about everything.

He slumped back onto his bed and decided what he should reply instead.

'Yeah, I'm free.'

This was the only thing he could say.

xxx xxx

When Kaito entered Aoko's house (they both had each other's house keys), the strong aroma struck Kaito so hard he swooned, literally. He stumbled a few steps and entered the kitchen.

"What on earth are you making?" He gasped.

Aoko turned around in her apron and tied-up hair. "You're early!"

"Well, for once I'm glad I am." Kaito sniffed the air.

She chuckled. "Stop being a moron."

"Can I help with anything?"

"You can set the table."

"Ok."

It was Tempura for dinner on that Friday night, and there were of all kinds that Kaito could ever imagine, from prawn to mushroom to pumpkins…

But no fish, thankfully. At least Aoko remembered not to cook that.

In actual fact, she never once used any fish for all these past countless dinners.

"How is it?" Aoko asked as she watched Kaito munched over the crispy, battered mushroom.

His mouth was full, but he swallowed them all and nodded. "It's delicious." He said.

It really was.

Aoko smiled and picked up her chopsticks.

She left most of the mushroom for Kaito to finish.

xxx xxx

It wasn't Pandora, again.

Kaitou Kid then retired for the night

Kaito ditched most of his costume behind Jii's bar, leaving in just his blue shirt and white pants as he staggered home like every other heist. In this aspect, change was never constant. Exhaustion was constant, same with disappointment and bitterness.

The wish to destroy Pandora just all seemed so bleak.

He tried to push behind all those thoughts as he continued his way home. The streets became familiar again, and he passed by some blocks of houses he recognized, especially the one at the end.

Aoko's.

It was dark and empty. Of course, Inspector Nakamori must still be hard at work somewhere, and Aoko… she didn't come to the heist today.

Tonight was a Friday night after all. She must have had her plans.

He thought back about the night she told him of her failed date that happened months ago. Strangely (not really), the twisted-gut feeling bit him back as though it happened only yesterday.

He glowered and shut his eyes, stomping past Aoko's house with quick steps.

Kaito reached his home a couple of minutes later.

He slotted the keys and went in.

Beside his secret basement, there were many mechanisms in his house, like the ability to draw the curtains with a few claps and switching on the TV just by telling it to do so. But this, the ability to switch on the lights when he opened the door, wasn't part of the mechanism installed.

So when the house lit up after Kaito closed the door, his hand went straight for the secret pocket that kept his card gun.

What barely stopped him from whipping it out and firing the shots were the bright blue eyes that stared at him a few steps away.

Kaito breathed.

"What are you…"

And it was the last breath he took.

Aoko left the light switch and slowly ambled towards the entrance. From the distance he could tell her eyes were moist, but with a few blinks, those tears were gone.

"We're supposed to have dinner every Friday." She huffed, with a slight tease in her voice that Kaito couldn't understand. "And you just have to hold the heist today. Didn't I already tell you about it?"

//"As long as you don't hold it on a Friday."//

Kaito gaped. "You…"

"I know, Kaito. I know." Aoko said, her eyes suddenly droopy and… and shaped into something Kaito disliked.

"But— How…"

"The how doesn't matter. I've decided to do what I can do, even if it was the bare minimum." Her gaze dropped to his body, and she looked all much sadder despite the small smile etched on her lips. "You always look so skinny in your suit, like you've never eaten enough. You look slightly better without it. "

His heart sank with a mix reaction of relief and confusion, but it was more than enough to allow him to breathe again. "Aoko—"

"But as for the why…" She looked back up at him. "You have to tell me everything."

Kaito couldn't nod any harder in his life. "Okay." He managed a croak.

"I cooked Ramen today." Aoko tugged onto his hand and led him into his house. "Are you free to eat it?"

"Yeah, of course."

Her fingers curled into his palm as she glanced at him over her shoulder. "Good, because I put in a lot of effort on the broth."

"I can't wait." to tell you everything too.

She nodded, already understanding his implications, before her face split into a perfect grin. And it was one that was enough to answer about anything in the world.

The world that only existed for him and her.

#kaiao #detective conan #kuroba kaito #nakamori aoko #balancingdietwrites #dcmk

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Fantastic Retcons and Where to Find them 2: The Misdoings of Grindelwald

*Sighs* Why, just, why?

Caution, may have spoilers!

I’ll start by saying that while this is by no means an awful movie, it;s still not good.

Visually? Yes it is quite stunning. Except for the beginning where I could barely tell what the hell was going on. Did it really have to be a heavy storm?

Plotwise? It was a mess. If I were to tell someone what this moive is about I could not sum it up in a sentence. And that is bad. The plot should be simple to follow and not a tangled mess of characters and plot threads that go nowhere.

Like, take the plot point of Tina and Newt being awkward with each other. It seemed to so forced, so contrived. Just so that we can have some drama. Same with Jacob and Queenie.

They literally could have resolved the Tina and Newt drama if Newt told her the first time she saw her that he was not marrying Leta. But nooo we have to stretch it.

Characterwise? The same mess.

There were soooo many characters that shouldn’t have been there yet they were.

Nagini? Jus there so people can say ‘Hey isn’t that Voldemort’s snake?’

Nicolas Flamel? He is there so people can remember this film still has some ties with the HP cannon.

Bunty? Just there so we can be told just how popular Newt is with women. I swear she appears out of nowhere, no explanation given as to how the hell Newt decided to get help and why. She swoons over Newt a bit and then disappears as if she were not there in the first place, bearing no significance to the plot whatsoever. And that is the case with a loot of characters.

The woman helping Grindewald? totally irrelevant, he could be working alone but she’s there to be this sort of Bellatrix Lestrange only way less intetesting. Yusuf Kama? useless and added just for creating drama.

Queenie? well she was just plain stupid. We know Jacob loves her so why the hell did she need to enchant him. Just so he can agree to marry her? I swear it s like we lost about an hour of movie in between Part 1 and Part 1 of Fantastic Beasts. She then has a breakdown, I guess? because she can’t find Tina and because she lost Jacob and has a massive headache from hearing everyone s thoughts and then BAM she is picked up and taken to meet Grindelwald, after which she has a change of heart.

That creepy woman at the french Ministry of Magic was just so out of place. She existed just to have this evil grin on her face and sic her evil cats on Newt and Tina. (ok i know they’re not cats but still).

Side note: it was never explained why Queenie could not find Tina at the french Ministry of Magic. Like TIna is an auror so she should be in their records. unless she was lying? Who cares that subplot takes us nowhere.

There were so many problems in this movie that I honestly have no idea where to start.

First, why the hell is McGonagall a teacher at Hogwars during Leta and Newt’s time if we know she was born in 1935? Just how do you mess that up?

Why is casting Avada Kevadra as easy as taking candy from a kid? In the HP canon this spell is supposed to be incredibly hard to cast and it requires a lot of power from the caster, as well as for them to essentially rip a part of their soul every time they cast it. Yet here they’re casting it like it’s nothing. Even an auror goes as far as to cast it. Oh and all of this is done nonverbally even though we know that only extremely powerful wizards and witches can perform nonverbal magic. But whatever.

Why is the Mirror of Erised showing the past as opposed to showing one’s deepest desire like in the current canon? Dumbledore should not be seeing that scene with him and Grindewald making a blood pact. That’s not how the Mirror of Erised works.

How in the everloving fuck do muggles not notice the giant flying carriage at the beginning of the movie? One can assume it was enchanted to not be seen but we’re given no indication of that. And on the same note, how the hell did the muggles not question the GIANT cat like monster that was wrecking havoc on their streets? When Newt and the others come out of the sewers we see the beast doing its thing and I don t think that those scared people were wizards. They had cars, they had to be muggles. Wizards don’t have technology like that.

How, just how can Credence be a Dumbledore? Why retcon what we know about the Dumbledore family like that? Where would a forth sibling even fit in? And why did Credence have to be related to one of the major wizarding families. Credence was already interesting, what with having an obscurial, you did not need this subplot movie. I mean fine he can search for his family but in the end he could have learned that it doesn’t matter where he comes from or who he was but who he is now and that he can still be loved and all that. Tossing him around and making it seem like he is a Lestrange only to just mindfuck us at the end and say he is a Dumbledore is just awful.

Many fans are hoping Grindewald is lying and while I kinda hope too because at least we d get rid of this stupid plot point, I am afraid he is not and that it will just be a permanent thing.

What else? Ah, yes!

Well the acting was ok.

Johnny Depp as Grindewald was nothing noteworthy. The movie tried so hard to convince us he was evil that it was becoming cartoony.

Grindewald got rid of his pet. See? See how bad he is?

Grindewald had a baby killed. See? He is evil.

Grindewald killed one of his followers. He is super evil.

Grindewald killed some strangers to take their apartment and then stood outside as their bodies were being taken away in coffins just so that we can see what an evil motherfucker he is.

Goddammit movie WE GET IT he is evil.

But you see the problem is just this. We know Grindewald is an awful person, we don’t need it hammered in like we’re 5 year olds.

I am still upset over the fact that Collin Farrell could not be Grindewald. He would have been amazing at it.

I fee like, while Jonny Depp was not bad, it just felt like another one of his characters where he gets over the top make up and that s it. I would have loved if he looked more normal. I mean with Voldy it made sense he looked weird as fuck, it was his doing. What s Grindewald’s excuse?

Oh and also Zoë Kravitz can’t act. And her backstory about killing her brother was stupid. She did not want to harm him yet she took her infant brother and put him in another room WHILE THE SHIP THEY WERE ON WAS SINKING. Yeah I’m sure you meant well, dear. And another thing: she said that he was crying all the time but...they have magic. Ok, weak magic cus their caretaker was a half-elf but still. Is there no spell that can shut up a baby?

Jude Law was fantastic. Just fantastic.

Also big points for using the original actors for young Dumbledore and Grindewald. Stroke of genius there. Wish we could see more of them.

And now for the last part: the PANDERING

Oh my god the pandering.

We waste time at Hogwarts because the movie wants to pander to its audience namely the HP fans and their nostalgia. Every shot was thought up like that.

See? It’s Hogwarts. remember that?

See? It’s DADA classes. Neat right?

See? Random classroom. Pretty cool right?

See? Random flashback showing parts of Hogwarts and its grounds. Amazing isn’t it?

It didn’t feel like the story needed us to visit Hogwarts. There was no crucial plot point that demanded that. It was just pure nostalgia.

It’s ok to be nostalgic, it’s ok to be happy to see Hogwarts. I was, but that is not the point of this movie. Yet it is. In fact, that’s what they are counting on to keep selling tickets.

All in all I think it’s a movie who had no idea what it wanted to be so it just was all of it at once.

A lot of characters, a lof of plot threads, a lot of things that just do not add up.

I give it a 5 out of 10.

#harry potter #hp #fantastic beasts #the crimes of grindewald #fantastic beats 2 #fantastic beasts and where to find them 2 #dumbledore #review #spoilers #grindewald

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what is the rough timeline of natasha and charlie relationship? i love your fics and how its like little peeks into the development of it all and how it doesnt rely on them being together ll the time its lovely

HM HM HM okay let’s see... like i guess the thing is that ultimately is written for charlie and what i’ve done for natasha is being their own person is rly integral to them? like charlie grew up in a house where at any period of time, nine ppl were living under the same roof? like he didn’t have much time to himself that he literally upped and moved to romania lmfao. and natasha like, one day i’ll remember to post her family tree, but she’s in the same boat in a way, especially when her family moves from america full time. then she’s suddenly thrown into a household with all her extended family. they need to be their own people first, and i mean that independence does hurt communication and the needs of not just themselves but others as well and i guess that’s why i wrote the long walk for their relationship to finally find that point where they were like. yes. where their lines finally crossed over and stayed crossed over, instead of simply running parallel and sometimes moving in but barely touching?

this got long so under the cut

they do meet in first yr bc the game is LYING that such a SMALL CLASS POST-VOLDY wouldnt exist like a literal baby boom happens post voldy dying but the current kids around would honestly be rly small groups? hogwarts would be so EMPTY REAL TALK everyone also afraid to let their kids go to school

natasha asks for slytherin, should've been ravenclaw. much distress, and first yr in between running around with the vault of ice kind of finds her spending a lot of time in the towers and stuff. she likes high places.

this gonna sound bad but i dont rly remember much of the 1st yr of hphm apart from not sealing the vault properly, but anyway natasha and charlie were friends anyway that mattered and natasha wasn't a very good slytherin for befriending a gryffindor AND a weasley

second yr is kind of the time where she meets bill and like on the one hand is a little infatuated with him but they are rly good friends at the end of the day. she pulls away from charlie a bit bc of it but then again i figure around this stage charlie has started his crusade of entering the forest in some respects so like. he’s not even on the grounds half the time lbr. also, i dont remember much of this yr either a lot happened. but the ice knight was there.

third yr aka vault of fear! again, with the bs, i think natasha knew of everyone PRIOR to their intros and stuff so they’re all kind of good friends but ig this is also just my thing of like. small classes post war. even with the attempt at animosity between houses, especially post war, kids probably aren't going to do. that. and i know slytherin is all death eater kids basically but most of them are probably orphaned too by the end of the war. theyre all scared ANYWAY social circle expanding... idk this yr was a ride too i remember it a little bit more than the others ig. idk what happened here rly

OKAY SO FOURTH YEAR RIGHT that’s when it’s literally a year of dating charlie in game but whatever. so going from literally spending only classes together and maybe like the one christmas if bill and charlie stayed in the castle at the same time, natasha and charlie did talk and were friends but it was on the down low towards the end of third yr. until it wasn’t bc literally all the scheming to get into the forest and mr charlie ‘i asked my brother a million questions about you over the summer’ weasley just rolling up. and theyre in each others spaces A Lot which is kind of wild for the both of them considering they’re both from large families and personal space is A Thing™ they both really need but their friendship really deepens this year. they’re very honest with each other, and whilst bill is natasha’s best friend just because of how they click, her and charlie have this understanding between them that it’s hard to get between.

except fifth yr comes along and smacks everyone in the face. natasha finds out what puberty is over the summer, along with a prefect badge. charlie also has a bit of a growth spurt around this time, so they’re awkward and lanky around each other early on. natasha also dates myron wagtail during her fifth yr, as well as esther szohr and a couple of other ppl here and there. she’s all giggly and twirling hair and I'm so sorry charlie she just hasn’t noticed you at this stage. but it’s not rly a good year for her, mentally all around, so don’t feel too bad ig.

sixth yr she’s getting tired(er) and lightly dates other people as well. broke up with myron over the summer, and like. has started to see charlie in another light, kind of? but at the risk of ruining her friendship, madly writes to bill most of the time about ‘how do i get your brother to notice me????’ because communication is key and natasha doesn’t actually know what it is. she’s also named captain of slytherin quidditch team this yr, and well. ends up spending a ridiculous amount of time closer to charlie’s second great love. sees another side of him. swoons in the stands a lot. they kind of reignite their friendship as well, as it just politely simmered in the back. teach other spells. lots of touching with hands like no no wave like this... it’s very romantic and high strung and they’re dumb teenagers not sure what to do.

they mess it up over the summer between sixth and seventh yr tho. lots of kissing. some other stuff. natasha spends a bit of time with the weaselys before returning to hogwarts. hormones everywhere.

seventh year starts with them kind of tiptoeing around not knowing where they stand relationship wise, and they’re not!! good!! at talking!! so it’s like a big drawn out game of whispers to figure out who said what but it breaks off bad and natasha cries a lot and charlie feels awful too and they’re mopey and shit for a while. like they can’t be in each other’s spaces for a while that they kind of completely withdraw to their own houses sort of thing. eventually, with a few helpful nudges and stuff, they at least talk to each other but don’t know if the friendship is there. 99% sure penny was ready to amortentia the both of them to ‘fix things’ and also just to prove she could do it. also probably didnt help that barnaby and a few other slytherins jumped charlie and quidditch team as 1) for natasha but also 2) for quidditch and that also really prompts natasha and charlie to talk because they rly cant let ppl do it for them lol

same year still, but as things start to improve and they can somewhat pick up their old banter without getting sad, bill invites natasha over for xmas because he’s actually given it off. never mind that in between all this, natasha took to writing to myron again, which just. not nice natasha jfc. natasha and charlie enjoy an incredibly awkward trip back with some UST, kiss again in the spot where they pretty much shared their first kiss, refuse to talk about the kiss, natasha buys charlie a new wand, they try to talk about it but its mostly natasha apologising for being a brat.

theyre still not back ‘on’ though, and have some make outs in locker rooms anyway, to the both of their confusion. are they ever going to talk? no. UNTIL ENOUGH IS ENOUGH and natasha’s not good at words but she’s good at actions and yknow what? fk it. slytherin might’ve won the quidditch cup, but when she landed in the middle of the pitch, and charlie reached out to shake her hand, she grabbed the front of his uniform and pulled him in for a big damn kiss in front of literally everyone, cup in her other hand. she keeps a photo of it on her at all times after that.

i also have a fic I'm writing that was kind of before the celestial ball was announced where they organised kind of 7th yr graduation dance thing and it was going to be quiet and intimate kind of and natasha and charlie end up finishing the night together, falling asleep on a balcony and waking up with each other sort of thing lol

and that’s only ‘91. late ‘91 is when they separate for job opportunities. natasha goes to work at gringotts for a bit with bill, and charlie goes off to romania. they get a few weeks in of summer loving before, though, also post graduation celebration. but they write constantly and stuff. pursuing their own lives kind of starts to become a thing.

in ‘92, early they kind of make a vow to each other when they get a bit of time off and go to greece. its very romantic and a big step forward in commitment for them, as they don’t really see each other for the rest of the year. also, late 92 natasha starts working at durmstrang, which removes her even further from the stream of things.

early ‘93 is not a good time for charlie because of what happens to ginny and ron, so he’s not exactly in the best mindset as theres some self doubt at removing himself so much from his family, he cant be there so easily when they need him most. midway through ‘93, natasha gets attacked at durmstrang, and it takes ppl a while to actually find her. charlie spends a long ass time in st mungos beside her until she wakes up, and they reaffirm their feelings for each other when she does. natasha admits that she had called for charlie, being the last thought she had, and she creates the little runic stones for the both of them as a way of contacting each other, or just reminding them the other is there.

natasha returns to working in late ‘93, and in ‘94 they see each other again at the world cup. i know i said they took a break and ig they did but its easy for them to flirt dumbly until things go to shit with death eaters. until they punch one! and later on natasha is brought in as hired help to tutor the students brought to hogwarts, but because her ‘inside knowledge’ of the school is valuable. her and charlie hook meet up quite a bit when he’s present for the first task. also because she’s hanging around for the entire year, she is there for the yule ball and stuff. lots of writing to charlie like do you remember when we danced? so romantic.

idk what happens in ‘95. i haven't planned anything. same for ‘96. short of natasha going to romania to visit charlie a few times, and how her work ends up bringing her into the ministry a bit. its not the same kind of cooling off as hogwarts where they question the relationship, but apart from letters they dont really see each other.

in 97 however!!!!! bill and fleur’s wedding and like. they spent a bit of time apart again, so natasha puts on her best to impress her boy. and charlie wants to propose but also because he’s totally smitten by the idea of making it real between them as a proposal via ribbon only does so much lmfao. and they get interrupted! and separated for quite some time actually. natasha ultimately returns to her family, for the larger part of 97 she's working with them as they deal with the fact her grandfather made a deal with death eaters, and that her ancient family history is coming back to bite them in the ass. like i know in the books they say charlie went around recruiting foreign wizards but thats so HANDWAVEY of jkr yknow? granted she never rly sounded like she knew what to do with charlie apart from shipping him off to romania. I'm sure he went to romania like YO we cant let this happen come with me when it mattered, but you’ll have to fight me to convince me he wasn't with his family for a large part of the story, and that he wasn't doing underground work and stuff in the mean time (you can’t change my mind)

in 98 though everything goes to hell for natasha’s family and she, in a moment of panic, calls for charlie. and he literally runs to her, and they both nearly die for it, but like he finally sucks up the courage to ask her, for realsies, if she would marry him. its been like 10yrs of will they wont they for them and only so many bets can be placed.

they get married late 98, and i know i never quite decided on smth big or intimate, but i think i’m happy with a ‘they had a big damn wedding and it was ridiculously opulent and flowery for autumn where you would’ve thought it was spring sort of thing. or maybe even something blissfully wintery. they’ve moved out of their summer romance phase, where it only came around for a few weeks at a time. relationship development.

DO THEY HAVE KIDS I CANT DECIDE i guess the eldest would be born some time in 99? and then from there a general progression lmfao but YEAH

also in regards to like the celestial ball i understand why the canon characters weren’t involved, but i’m just smad. barnaby was rly cute though so... THERE YOU HAVE IT ANYWAY

#*replies #*natasha #hphm #charlie weasley #LONG POST #SORRY #Anonymous

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chocolatemillkk · 6 years

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Red-Handed II (JS)

Request 1:Can u do a imagine (Joe) where You guys do a video on Reading imagines/fanfics?❤️

Request 2:Is there a chance that you could do a part two to show the teasing??

[Part 1]

It had been a couple weeks since the horrifying incident and since then, I made sure to stay clear of imagines and I made doubly sure to delete Joe's finger print from my phone. He lost his privilege, emergency or not.

I had missed Joe that morning, had a lie in, and then dragged myself to an afternoon shift at work. I promised my friend last week to cover her reception shift this week as she was on holiday, but as a result, I didn't see my boyfriend as much. By the time I came home, it was half past seven, and I could hear Joe's music playing softly mingled with the sizzling of a pan.

"You're a sight for sore eyes," I stop in the middle of the entryway and wait for Joe to notice me. His face relaxes into a smile when he spots me and rummages in the cupboard for a wine glass-pouring me a generous portion.

"At least it's the end of the week," Joe reasons. I nod and watch him cook, sipping the wine, and relishing the mundanity

"How was your day?" I ask when I could muster up enough energy. "Talk to me about you."

"Nothing too exciting," Joe glances at me. "Had a conference call with Zo, had to do some admin, and I was trying to come up with a good idea for a video."

"Still don't have one?" Joe had been asking me for ideas since Wednesday.

"No," Joe groans. "I've been so busy with other things I just feel blocked."

"We'll think of something together-I'll help you with anything." I reach out and squeeze his hand. He leans over the countertop and kisses me, it tastes like black pepper and I tell him that.

"I'm trying to season this fish," Joe laughs.

"It makes me hungry," I chuckle, moving around the counter to swipe a carrot.

"Oi," Joe grabs me by the waist before I can escape and pulls my back into his chest and I giggle. "Don't eat dinner before it's served!"

"I'm hungry!" I whine but Joe tickles me in response. I wriggle and get out of reach but my back soon hits the counter and he traps me in place.

"You have no self-control, woman."

"It's part of my charm." I grin at him.

"Well good thing I like being in control," Joe suddenly changes into a deep-what he thinks is funny-sexy voice.

"Joe," I say seriously in my cross voice. "Don't start."

Joe leans down and brushes his nose against my neck before leaving kisses to my collarbone. I stretch over and turn the oven off, I didn't want anything to burn.

"What's a sexy line I can say?" Joe looks back up at me with a goofy grin. "Let's imagine one together."

"Joe!" I push him off with a smile. "I'm way too tired for this. And you promised you would stop teasing me!"

"But I thought you'd like this after I caught you-"

"Get your head out of your arse," I chuckle. "That was the first and last time I read anything about you. I want food right now, not weird story sex."

"You sure?" Joe raises an eyebrow. "I can't use my piercing gaze and my tongue that has a life of it's own?"

I cringe, "That sounds scary."

Joe sticks out his tongue and brings it closer to me as I back away but in one swoop he leans down and licks my cheek.

"I hope you know," I laugh. "You just got a tongue full of makeup."

"I know! I can taste it!" Joe says with a lisp as he runs to the tap. "It tastes like sun screen!"

I laugh and shake my head at him. "This is why we can't be sexy."

"I can give you fireworks and butterflies like they say I can," Joe finally says, wiping away droplets of water from his mouth.

"Babe are you reading your own imagines?" I ask and Joe goes pink. My jaw drops and I tease him, "Are we that self obsessed then?"

"No I swear it was-it's for research." Joe laughs but embarassment tints his cheeks and I can't help but gloat.

"Research to improve your skills as a lover?" I turn the tables on him, using his jokes against him.

"I don't-I don't need improvement," Joe mutters, turning back to dinner. "I was having fun teasing you the other week and then I was just fascinated and horrified at some of the things people write out there."

I wrap my arms around him, laughing. "So what's this 'research' for?"

"Well..." Joe turns to me. "So you did say you'd help me with anything right?"

"I don't like where this is going," I say.

"Okay I think it would actually be really funny if we reenact imagines."

"Joe your followers barely know I'm your girlfriend! That's-it's-we can't!"

"Come on!" Joe pulls his puppy face. "We can come out more officially-and we'll only do the PG-13 imagines."

"Don't give me that face," I rub his face with my hand and he pulls away laughing.

"So will you do it?" Joe asks.

"What do I get from this?" I sigh.

"Are you kidding me?" Joe grins and points to himself. "You get me!"

"I already have you!" I shout as I walk away. I wanted more comfortable clothes if this topic continued but Joe laughs knowing he'd won the deal.

•••

"Are you guys ready?" Josh asks at the camera. Joe had convinced Jack and Oli to join us as the imagine he chose had both of them in it. It also involved Jack touching me a lot so I wondered what Joe was up to.

But turns out, he hadn't realised what re-enacting actually ensued. Or he hadn't read the full imagine. The story's plot was Joe was in love with me but so was Jack and Jack had a lot of flirting bits. The reader had just added in Oli as a wingman and Oli performed that in a perfect, booming voice.

"A little quieter," Josh complains during the second half. I had dressed in the club dress the imagine outlined and so far had swerved a kiss from Jack that made Joe clench his jaw, danced with Joe as if we were at prom, and swooned at Jack's muscles like an 90s romcom.

"Joe's a wanker," Jack tries to bite back a giggle as he reads his script. "You deserve a real man like me. I can take care of you."

"Y/N looks over Jack and even though she could fall for those baby blues that pierced her soul, they weren't the eyes she wanted to fall for." Josh reads the narration. Jack and I bite back grins staring at the other and I hear Joe snort off screen. I couldn't believe he had roped me into all this but I was having fun with my role in all this. I put my hands on Jack's "broad shoulders" and lean into him.

"You're not the man I want," I was supposed to whisper sexily but Jack and I just collapse against the other giggling.

"Can we take this last scene seriously?" Josh shouts. He was hangry. We'd been filming for a couple hours now because Jack and I kept laughing and Oli kept shouting his lines. Joe was quieter than I thought through all this.

"It's so ridiculously far-fetched," I wipe my tears. "I can't help it!"

"Wait," Josh stops me wiping my other eye. "Leave the tears for the drama."

That only causes us to laugh more and Josh rolls his eyes.

"Josh would make a perfect Hollywood director." I whisper. "Okay, again!"

I put my hands on Jack's shoulders and leave the tears on my face. Jack clears his throat and we continue the scene. I kiss Jack on the cheek and he pretends to be hearbroken as the camera pans to me knocking on an imaginary door.

"Y/N," Joe answers the "door".

"Y/N looked at the sexy beast standing before him-hey that's what they called me at school-"

"Josh!" We all shout and he chuckles, apologising. I bet the unedited version of this video would be a lot funnier.

"...Joe doesn't have to hear Y/N say it. He already knows what was deep in her heart."

"Aw," Oli says absentmindedly and we all shoot him a dirty look. He mouths a sorry and goes back to his phone.

"So Y/N says I love you, and jumps onto Joe, and he catches her perfectly curved body as their lips meet in a fiery passion-Y/N you're supposed to jump."

Joe and I had been too busy staring at each other in horror.

"Did you actually read through this?" I said under my breath.

"I skimmed it," Joe admits. "Fucking hell-just jump already."

"Here goes," I say. I tell Joe I loved him which makes him smile and when I jump he catches me despite stumbling back.

"That looks like you two have practiced this...like you guys...have experience." Josh says right up against the mic.

Joe and I part from the final kiss and I laugh at Joe's mouth which is smeared with red lipstick. I had worn it on purpose.

"Josh you interrupt just as much as we screw up."

"The story's done!" Josh gets up from behind the camera and walks in front of it. "And scene!"

"Thank god," Joe says as I slide down. The boys look at him and start cracking up.

"You look like a bloody clown," Jack laughs.

"I feel like one," grumbles Joe and I wipe at his mouth affectionately. "Alright boys thanks for the help but we'll clean up on our own."

"Wait you're kicking us out? After we filmed for more than two bloody hours for you?" Jack asks.

"You promised you would feed me," Josh complains.

"We'll meet you at that Mexican restaurant in an hour and I'll pay-I'm gonna clean up first."

The boys complain and call Joe names but they leave and as soon as the door closes, Joe sighs against it. I smirk with my hand on my hip.

"Enjoyable?"

"I did not enjoy how much Jack seemed to enjoy that imagine."

"You're the one that chose it love," I laugh.

"I know," Joe stumbles towards me and reaches his hands to where the short dress ended. "I didn't realise how good you would look in this dress or how good you were at acting."

"Just admit you were jealous of mine and Jack's relationship," I tease.

"I...yeah alright." Joe buries his face in my neck. "You're mine."

"I'm yours," I laugh, stroking Joe's hair. "And you're mind despite what all these 'y/n's' think."

Joe crushes me to him and kisses me and I can tell he'd been wanting to do that since Jack's almost-kiss.

"Babe we should start cleaning if we want to make it," I tell him after.

"Oh I just used cleaning as an excuse to get the boys out," Joe winks.

"Oh. So...what did you have in mind?" I grin, catching on. "Another imagine?"

"No more imagines," Joe groans. "Ever. I promise I'll never bring that up."

"At least your followers will get a fun video."

"Yeah, and at least now I can do this, on and off camera." Joe pulls me to him and kisses me with a frantic urgency.

"I'm not going anywhere babe," I say when we part for a breath.

"Only to our bedroom," Joe says against my lips. We grin at each other like two conspirators having kicked our friends out for this. We rush upstairs, taking the stairs two and a time and laughing the whole way. Our bodies collide in the bedroom once again, continuing our story-this time, R-rated...

#joe sugg #joe sugg imagine #joe sugg imagines #youtube imagines #fic #thatcherjoe imagines #thatcherjoe imagine #thatcherjoe #jack maynard #oli white #josh pieters #buttercream gang #buttercream imagines #this is a word vomit #and i barely edited #so apologies #i just wanted to get this one out

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lilreesenerd · 7 years

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Guardian Archangel

Summary: Turns out your best friend from childhood is really the archangel Gabriel, of all things.

Insp by Imagine from @nothing-but-spn

Warnings: I'm not a good writer

You had never been the extroverted type. I mean, you weren't captain of the sports team extroverted, but you also weren't the kid in the back of the class that said all of 2 words in a week. You kept to yourself because that's what made you feel most content: not the gossiping, fake friends you saw everyone else had. Out of the entire school, there was one guy who wasn't terrible: Gabe.

You two had been best friends for as long as you could remember. You always stuck up for him (being a theater kid wasn't easy for him), and he kept your life interesting. Gabe was always dragging you to a carnival or some obscure coffee shop. The best part about Gabe, though, was that he gave you your space. He knew you needed alone time to recharge. And that was okay with him.

You were smart, but not as smart as you realized. You had been accepted into a private college not far from your hometown on a ridiculous amount of scholarship money, but you weren't quite sure that was the path you wanted. It was the only path you knew, though. Well, besides working at McDonald's or being in your parents' house forever.

"Ms. (Y/L/N)," the professor called on you, knowing you weren't paying any attention.

"Uh," you knew you were in Calculus, but other than that, you hadn't been listening. Your mind scrambled to figure out what the question was as you scanned the room for clues. A question on the board asked to find the derivative of the equation below. Suddenly, you remembered the answer, "5x - 3."

Your professor was unimpressed. "Please pay attention, Ms. (Y/L/N). Finals are approaching, and you need to maintain your grades if you still plan to attend that school." She returned to scribbling derivatives on the blackboard and droning about their importance.

You nodded your head to her back and caught Gabe suppressing a laugh across the room. You stuck your tongue out, an old habit from your younger years that you just couldn’t kick. Gabe always brought out your fun side.

With the professor turned around, Gabe flicked a paper football at you. It landed perfectly on top of your green notebook. Opening it, you read his sprawling yet elegant handwriting, "Since you're so tired, let’s get coffee after class. I found a new spot downtown ;P."

You tried to look annoyed, but those big goofy green eyes of his made you give in, tucking the note into your pocket with a nod.

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"No way. Frost was a genius!"

"Definitely not. Everything he wrote was either too obvious or too cryptic to be poetry." You took a slow sip of your scalding coffee with 3 sugars, happily goading Gabe into an all-out frenzy.

"Seriously?!" Gabe is livid. Hair awry, face red, and fists clenched. "You're like the smartest person I know, and now I think you're quite possibly the most uncultured!" He slammed his fist on the table, nearly over-turning his double chocolate chip iced mocha with extra chocolate syrup.

You laughed. "Gabe, you're going to need to control your temper if you want to win the debate next week. You have to metaphorically smash the competition, not literally." You remembered the time someone had pushed you over in the hallway while still in middle school, which resulted in Gabe being suspended for a week and the other kid being in the hospital for just as long.

"Hmm," Gabe sat down and took a long drink of his sugary concoction. "Oh," he straightened himself as if remembering something, "bacteria is the only culture some people have." He liked memes and knew you would appreciate the science-related joke.

You choked on your coffee in an attempt to keep it from flying across the table and onto your friend who is practically rolling on the floor with laughter.

While you're recovering from the near-death experience and hacking up a lung in the process, the cute barista smiles at you two from behind the counter. "Hey you should ask her out," you said to your friend who was known to flirt with any breathing female. "She seems nice," you wiggled your eyebrows, "and I'll bet she's domesticated."

"Yeah," Gabe shot the barista a smolder and a wink, nearly causing the woman to swoon right then and there, and said, "she's definitely more domestic than you are."

"Hey now, watch it." You threatened playfully.

The two of you returned to your coffee, reminiscing about your childhood. Catching bugs, wrestling in mud holes, skateboarding down the middle of the street, and eventually graduating to four-wheeling through the woods behind the neighborhood, were some of your most treasured memories. For many years, the two of you would always come home covered in mud, grass, or some odd mixture of the two. By the seventh grade, Gabe was starting to discover a love for theater. He wanted to write, produce, direct, and star in his very own works. You decided on almost the complete opposite. A quiet life on a farm, an honest life, sounded perfect. You had worked on friends' and family's cars for practice whenever you got your own car. You preferred domestic brands like Ford and Chevrolet, and eventually wound up with a pickup truck made the year before you were born. You enjoyed fishing and shooting competitions (you didn't hunt because you had a soft spot for animals, fishing was different, though). The oddity of your person was that you wanted a simple life, but you were so smart that your school advisor kept telling you to be a doctor. Interrupting your thoughts, the barista crept over, refilling your coffee and sliding Gabe a napkin with her number on it.

She left, and Gabe chuckled, bringing you the rest of the way back from memory lane, "There's nothing wrong with you not being totally domestic like cook, sew, have babies kinda thing. You're just...you. And there's no one else like you, so embrace that part of yourself."

"Aw, Gabe, you're making me blush," you mocked and made a pouty face at him.

"Watch it, princess, or I might turn my charm on and render you helpless." He smiled and put on his most suave air. Standing and extending his arm he added, "May I?"

Shaking your head in disbelief, you took one long gulp of your now-too-strong coffee (you hated getting your cup topped-off. It ruined the proportion of sugar to bean) and took his arm. "Where to?"

"Wherever you want to go, (Y\N)."

You laughed. He always knew how to get you to go along with his adventures. "Hmm," you thought a moment, "Fishing." You knew he hated fishing, but you wanted to see if he would go anyway.

"We went fishing last weekend," he whined.

You raised an eyebrow. Your big brown puppy-dog eyes ready to make him give in.

"Fine, fine, I did say wherever you wanted, just put away those weapons of mass destruction,” he teased, referring to your doe eyes, “but I get to pack the cooler."

"Just pack something non-diabetes-inducing for me, Hansel." Gabe had a real sweet-tooth. It was a miracle he didn't have a mouth full of fillings or diabetes.

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That weekend, the lake was smooth as glass, the perfect sunset reflected as if another world lay beneath its surface. The fish were biting and the mosquitoes weren't: it was destined to be a great day. Until Gabe started snoring, leaned up against the cooler. Snoring is putting it lightly. He was sawing logs with chocolate on the corners of his wide-open mouth, clutching the small cooler with both arms.

You sighed, pushing him off the cooler and onto his stomach, noticing something shiny in his waistband. You cocked your head, wondering what it could be. Maybe a flashlight? Oh well, none of my business.

You fished for two more hours before waking Gabe. "Come on, man. Its not very gentlemanly to leave a girl unattended on an outing," you poked his ribs.

He swatted at your hand, murmuring and mostly asleep.

Unable to wake him conventionally, you went to grab his flashlight, planning to shine it in his eyes. As your fingers brushed the cold metal object, Gabe twisted around, grabbing your wrist, his eyes fully alert.

"What do you think you're doing?" He asked harshly and accusingly.

"Chill. I was just trying to wake you up." You raised your hands more nervously than defensively, flexing your calf to make sure the knife was still sheathed at your ankle. Gabe would sometimes do this super-aggressive thing, and honestly? It worried you. You weren't scared, just prepared for the worst, and keeping your breathing level.

"Sorry, (Y/N)," Gabe rubbed the back of his neck uncomfortably, "you must've woke me up during a bad dream." You tossed him a candy bar, and he started to relax a bit, eyes shifting around the bank.

"That's bologna." You crossed your arms across your chest. "Why are you really on edge? And what's that?" You pointed to the silver object behind Gabe.

He sighed. "Flashlight."

"Show me," you challenged. You had known him as long as you could remember, and right now, he was lying. And he never lied to you. Ever. The one time he did, it was to keep you from seeing your dog that had just been hit by a speeding car.

"Let's go somewhere else," he said and touched your forehead with two fingers.

One second, you're at the lake, the next, you're back in the coffee shop from before. Before Gabe can start explaining, you have the hunting knife unsheathed and in his face.

"What. The. Heck, Gabe?!" Snarling through bared teeth, you are barely holding it together. How am I in the coffee shop? We were just at the lake.

He scoffed. "Sit down, (Y/N). I have a lot to explain, and you have a lot to learn." He seemed irritated with you and oblivious to the knife in his face.

With your brow creased, you slowly sit down in the booth. Gabe snaps his fingers and a coffee, hot with 3 sugars, is in front of you, and his favorite sugary drink is in front of him. He takes a sip and a faint smile flickers across his face.

"My name is Gabriel, and I'm an angel." He quickly clarified, "An angel of the Lord. No. Not the harp-on-a-cloud type."

You are pretty sure your mouth is hanging open. He just answered the question you were thinking. Thinking. You managed, "Excuse me?"

Gabriela's mouth turns down, "Huh. I figured you'd take that worse than you did. Good job." He took another drink, gesturing for you to do the same.

You do so. It’s actually a really good blend. "Why are you here? I mean, are you on a secret mission or something?"

Gabriel smiles. "Oh, you don't know how right you are, kiddo."

Your head cocked to one side, asking the question for you.

"I'm your guardian angel. Well, I'm a lot of people's guardian angel, I just happen to really like you."

"Me?" You figured you must have fallen asleep at the lake, hit your head, and are now having trauma-induced visions. "I'm not special. Or interesting. Why are you really here?"

Gabe stood and gestured you walk with him. As the two of you wandered down the streets of the small town, he explained everything: Heaven, Hell, monsters, demons, angels, and even God, his dad. Turns out Gabe is really an archangel.

Everything starts to make sense to you: the perfect days when Gabe is with you, how you can remember things when he's around, and so much more. Like getting into your first choice college on a full scholarship.

"So," Gabe was approaching the reason why he was here, "you have a father."

“Well yeah, he died when I was little."

Gabe raises an eyebrow and smiles.

You are exasperated. “Oh come on, Gabe, that’s not funny.”

"Have I ever lied to you?" You didn't answer. He never had, not when it mattered. He always had your best interests at heart. "Exactly. Now listen, you have a father and two brothers who don't know you. Technically, there's a third, but no one knows about him yet either. They hunt these monsters and things, and they could use your help."

#supernatural #gabriel x reader #fluff #spn fic #supernatural fic #gabriel #sam #dean #Sam Winchester #dean winchester

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wannaonescenarios · 7 years

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omgomgomgomg could i request a singlefather!au with dongho omgaaaaaaaa ilyyyyy

thanks for requesting!! and fjnskdfnsd ilyt!!!

- has a daughter that he absolutely aDORES

- looks like someone who is really intimidating - especially if you first meet him but once you actually get to know him, he turns into a giant teddy bear

- especially around his daughter like he isn’t afraid to spoil her and treat her like the princess she is hehe

- because he spoils her a lot, sometimes it can get to her head and she can get a bit bratty and complain a lot

- but he isn’t afraid to toughen up and give her a strict scolding once it gets too far bc he aint about that life

- and his daughter eventually realizes what was wrong and she’s quick to fix it (which dongho is lowkey grateful for because he hated scolding her lol)

- everyone thinks he’s someone intimidating and they always wonder how his daughter can be the exact opposite

- but in reality sometimes dongho brings her shopping and puts her in the cart and always tries to pull the funniest faces to make her laugh or tickles her and gives her the world’s brightest smile because he’s happy if she’s happy

- (aka making everyone who has had bad impressions on him swoon because he’s actually a teddy bear in real life?? wth)

- is overly protective of her even when she goes out to play with the neighbors kids or has a friend over, he always make sure he’s around or constantly keeping an eye on her

- dongho threw her a birthday party once and invited all of nu’est and hell all of pd101 and proceeded to make it the best birthday party ever

- had the mosT silliest grin as he watched his daughter interact with everyone and in general being so happy because thats all he wanted for her

- like he knew he couldn’t be the best dad since he had to work a lot??? but he tried his best and to see her smile was all he asked for

- once sent her off the school and im not saying that dongho teared up but thats exactly what im saying

- jonghyun: listen,,she’s only leaving for what?? A few hours?? at least she isn’t going off to college-

- dongho: say that word again and we’re going to fight

- once dongho’s daughter gets home, he isn’t afraid to cuddle her the whole day or carry around bc his daughter,,,is starting kindergarten,,,,how has time gone so fast with

- (that night he makes sure to sleep in the same bed as her like even if that bed is too small and he may be a bit too big for it,,,,he wants to keep this moment as a memory because she’s already in kindergarden and time is going so fast and all dongho wants to do is take in the moment

- and even if his back hurt the next morning and he found it hard to bend down,,,he was vvvv satisfied and wouldn’t trade the moment for anything else hehe)

- and as much as he cherishes his daughter, he’s glad that she’s making friends easily (except those that are boys bc dongho won’t hesitate to fight them even if they are like five)

- he finally met you during parent-teacher conferences and while some parents were giving him looks because of how scary he looks, you welcomed them with open arms

- dongho never really believed in finding love again since he was so caught up with his daughter but once he saw how his daughter ran into your arms right away and gave her the biggest hug

- and the fact that you looked up and gave him the most sweetest smile ever and he felt his heart begin to beat faster and hands begin to sweat

- dongho was like,,,,there is no way this is real

- and he can only stare at you in awe as you coo over his daughter and you even reach over to ruffle her hair and brush it behind her ear that his heart goes !!! especially the way his daughter leaned into your touch and looked up at you so adoringly, dongho felt his heart swell even more if that was possible lol

- you end up talking about his daughter a lot and dongho can only watch at the way you gush about her and he’s just ndjsofndsnsdg

- the two of you end up talking about other things lowkey bc you don’t want anyone else to be suspicious hehe

- but anyone who has shown his daughter love and the fact that his daughter loves them back just as much has his approval right away so its cool

- the two of you end up talking about his daughter and things that you’ve notice but you basically gush over her lol and dongho watches as his daughter begins to get at all the compliments from you

- her: no!! stop!! im getting embarassed fjdnkdngdf

- you: !! no!! you are the best student i’ve had?? you shine so bright, it’s as if i have a star in my class hehe

- aka dongho is having a crisis as in ‘where have u been all my life how can someone love my daughter more thAN ME is that even possible???”

- and while he’s having a crisis, he can’t help but gaze at you u know bc he’s thinking

- and his daughter notices him staring and then she has a mischievous grin on her face and she’s like

- ‘’!!! do you like my teacher??”

- and dongho is like !!! wHat?? nO hAHA what makes you think thaT???

- and she’s like ‘’you do!!”

- (u in the background lowkey dying bC LOOK AT THEM ARGUE but also look at dongho and how beautiful he is wow)

- ‘’i think u two look cute together!!! u should tell her come over and have dinner with us?? you would like it, right miss??”

- and she’s giving you those puppy eyes and lord knows that you can’t resist them so you just swallow and nod, flushing red at the thought of coming into their home and seeing dongho???

- while this is happening, dongho is just flustered but he manages to scribble down his number for you to ‘’call him whenever you’re free’’ before the two of them leave with a hasty goodbye

- that night, you end up texting him and schedule dinner together on the weekend

- and in the end, the two of you are so excited to see each other!! even you only met, it felt like fate was pushing you guys toward each other~ hehe

the ending is really rushed I'm sorry nfsijkni i just wanted to get this out

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theyoungest-weasley · 7 years

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Sirius Imagine 7

Request: Hi! So I was wondering if your not to busy if you can do a Sirius x reader where he’s the bad boy of the school and so are the marauders even Remus there all just so like grunge 70′s bad boys! And everyone falls for them and the reader is really good at school or something but also has a bad side and I don’t know you can figure out the rest THANK YOU!!!!

hey so I'm gonna fail miserably as writing the marauder’s as bad boys lol they’re all such sweethearts (except for peter he’s a little bitch that'll be fuckin easy) so yeah forgive me...

“Ugh,” you scoffed, watching James Potter and his whole group strut by you in the Great Hall, “How full of yourself can one person be?”

“Yeah,” your friend answered absentmindedly, leaning over to watch Remus Lupin - who had scars all over his face that the girls whispered about, saying he gets into knife fights with muggles in his free time or other shit like that- as he walked with Sirius Black behind James and Peter Pettigrew.

“Oh no,” you groaned, gaining your friends attention as the boys all sat down, “not you too?”

“I’m sorry!” Your friend exclaimed, like she couldn't help it.

You turned back to eating your food.

“I don’t see what your problem with them is though.”

You rolled your eyes, “They’re worshipped for being insufferable twats, they never do their work, they’ve played nearly every girl in Hogwarts, they think they’re all so bad ass because they’re rude and smoke and wear leather jackets, and they’ve got the whole student body wrapped around their little finger.”

“Well, I wasn't going to say this earlier but I saw you eying Sirius Black earlier, so clearly you don't have too much of a problem with them.”

“Oh my god, I was not,” you weren’t going to tell her that you and Sirius had known each other through your parents, and that his mother was actual Satan.

“You were, face it. Even the Y/n Y/l/n, who is the only person not swooning over the Marauders has to admit they’re not totally horrible, if not gorgeous as well.”

“Whatever,” you said, getting up to leave, “I’m gonna go get ready for class.”

As you were walking out of the hall you were trying your best to avoid the gaze of Sirius Black, and the rest of the Marauders, thinking about what your friend had mentioned earlier. You were about to pass them when out of your peripheral vision you saw Sirius Black following you with his eyes. Out of instinct, you looked up. Sirius licked his bottom lip and winked. You audibly made a disgusted scoff and grimaced before giving him the walking faster away and keeping your head up.

You walked in late to potions... again. Slughorn gave you a dirty look when you tried to quietly open the door.

“Since you decided to finally join us, it seems I’ll be asking you to have a seat next to Mr. Black, please.”

You looked at the back were Sirius was sitting alone at a table next to James and Remus. Peter was sitting in front of them chatting up a pretty Gryffindor girl, most likely flirting with her so that she would end up doing the whole assignment by herself, but she didn't seem to care. You sighed and walked over to the back and sat next to Sirius, who was trying to hide a smirk by biting his lip.

“Hey, love,” he turned to you, “how are you today?”

You looked at him blankly, “Are you fucking serious?”

“Did you just ask me if I was fucking myself?”

“Ha ha, nice one, smart ass. I obviously don't like you so whatever you’re going to try and say to get me to do the assignment isn't going to work.”

He laughed, “Oohhh, okay then. I won't say anything. I just won't to the ‘assignment,’” he said the last part in a mockingly sophisticated tone.

“Aw, leave the girl alone, Padfoot,” James said, smiling, “She’s cute, after all.”

“Shut up,” you and Sirius said in unison.

You looked at him in shock, surprised to find that his cheeks were dusted pink with a blush.

You sat up in your chair and turned to the board and began taking notes. Sirius sat back and swung his boots up onto the table obnoxiously. You glared at him and he grinned back, seeming to have recovered from whatever made him blush earlier.

Throughout the class Sirius would rip of pieced of parchment and make tiny little shaped he could throw at you. He pulled out a cigarette at one point but before he could light it you reached back without even looking. and grabbed it out of his hand before shoving it in your pocket.

“Fine then,” he’d mumbled, then gone back to throwing paper into your hair.

About halfway through the lecture on Polyjuice Potion, when you had began to doodle on our parchment corners, you felt a tap on your shoulder.

“You wanna sneak out?” Sirius was questioning with a smirk, most likely joking.

“Yes,” you found yourself saying.

Sirius jerked back slightly in surprise, “Wait- I wasn't-” you stood up, “Okay we’re doing this.”

Slughorn was so engrossed in a debate on the proper direction it was to stir the potion with Lily Evans, that he took no notice when two of his students slipped out the back door.

“So,” Sirius said, shoving his hands in the pockets of his obnoxiously annoying leather jacket, “I thought you were a goody-two-shoes.”

“I don’t know,” you stated. You’d never really given it much thought, you did what you wanted but for the most part that didn't involve breaking the rules.

You walked outside and began making your way to the Forbidden Forest. If you were being honest with yourself, you might’ve been trying to impress Sirius, who had to jog for a moment to keep up with you.

“Where are we going?” You could hear the smile in his voice.

“Well,” you stated, “I’m going to the Forbidden Forest, you can do whatever.”

“I’ll take the lead,” Sirius said, authoritatively.

“Yeah, I don't think so,” you laughed, stepping in front of him.

“Nice try, sweetheart,” he grabbed your hand and smiled sweetly (though sarcastically) and you felt your heart flutter.

“Are you kidding! I’ve been to this forest a million times, I know it like the back of my hand!”

“How come we’ve never seen you then?’

You paused for a moment, and then spoke, “What do you mean? We?”

He stuttered, “W-well I just mean that we, James and Peter and Remus, are around here a lot, and I’d guess that we’d see you.”

“Okay, then how come I’ve never seen any of y'all?”

“Because.... we actually aren’t here that much.”

You looked at him skeptically.

“I just mean, I thought you were taking about near the Black Lake.”

“Why would you think that?”

“Because.... Let’s just go,” he finished quickly and stormed off.

“Okay then,” you muttered to yourself and followed suit.

You were trekking through the forest behind Sirius looking around and admiring the foliage, when you heard the snap of a twig. You looked up curiously.

A centaur walked towards you. You and Sirius looked at each other, debating what to do.

“Humans!” The centaur shouted, “In our land!”

“Run,” you and Sirius said together.

You began sprinting, Sirius close behind, panting loudly.

“I-I’m sorry,” Sirius began, “I-I can't.”

He was falling behind a bit. You turned back to check, a little confused but alarmed at his statement, after all, you could hear horse hooves coming closer, when Sirius turned into a sleek black dog.

You nodded to yourself, “Okay so he’s an animagus too.”

Sirius ran ahead and you morphed into your animagus form and followed closely behind, having a much easier time keeping up as an animal. When you reached the edge of the forest Sirius gracefully transitioned back into his human form, and turned back. His eyes went wide as he saw our animagus jogging towards him. You walked up to him as your human self. You wiped your forehead, a little out of breath.

“You’re-” he started but you cut him off.

“You are too.”

“Cool,” he smiled, and you found yourself smiling too.

Sirius went and sat down by a tree. You surprised yourself by sitting down next you him without feeling like throwing up.

“So, I’m guessing you’re unregistered?”

“Yep.”

“Me too.”

After a moment of silence Sirius began laughing, “I’m sorry I just can’t believe this. I mean y/n y/l/n of all people! I remember when we were little and you wouldn't even cover for me whenever me and Regulus stole cakes from mother’s tray during tea!” “Well,” you said, embarrassed, “my goal was to get you into trouble.”

He grabbed his chest dramatically and gasped, “Oh my god I don't believe it!” He said sarcastically, making you laugh, “Why on earth would you possibly want to get sweet little Sirius into trouble?” “Maybe... I might’ve liked you.”

Sirius laughed. “When we were kids, that is,” you added quickly.

“And now?”

“You’re not too bad. Even though you try to be.”

Sirius sat back and smiled contently, he was on his way to finally winning you over.

You looked over at Sirius, and sighed to yourself, hoping things might work out between you two.

Lowkey thnking ab doing a part 2 bc this got nowhere????

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