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gogolstoelicker · 2 years

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Can you do a cyan reader from show by rock for twst boys. also what animes have you watched I’d like to know?

Twisted Wonderland with a Cyan!MC

notes: •honestly i don't watch anime much since i kind of lose interest easily KSKSKS (i might missed some but) i think I've watched owari no seraph, bungo stray dogs, yuukoku no moriarty, vanitas no carte(?), assassination classroom, fairy tail, death note and karnival(i think I'm missing smth so I'll be adding if i remember)

•and i honestly read manhwas more (e: the return of the 8th class magician, who made me a princess etc)

•pls tell me i got her character right

Heartslabyul:

YOU'RE IN A BAND BEFORE???? WELL, HE IS HERE TO PROMOTE HIS CLUB;D

as soon as cater mentioned abt being in a band, your full attention is on him and he had never been more than happy

will tell u abt the club and will ask u to consider joining them (since they're in desperate need of a new member)

immediate relief when u actually join them not too long after

the one who spread you were an idol in ur world (probably how a certain someone finds out too)

tries to get a pic with u EVERYTIME

#withmyfavidol #chilling #theysofab😘

someone pls stop him

that someone being trey and riddle so yey⁉️

trey is more than happy to have u around

he knows cats have bad breathe (my cats.) so he made sure u took care of that

would take away ur pastries privileges if u refuse to take care of ur mouth

riddle is quite curious abt u

and he really likes ur style too!!

ur personality is smth he really likes and appreciates

tho, it would get on his nerves if you're against him since he's not really good with retaliation

ace and deuce experiments on u

actually, it was all ace's idea

deuce thought it was bad but got convinced into ace's plan

yknow that one grass that people wave around for cats to play with? yeah thats them

guess who lost their heads btw

Savanaclaw:

you have animal ears, they have animal ears

kinship???? /JOKE

anyways u probably have ur cat nap with leona sometimes

cat things ig

ruggie shitting tears bc now he have two people to wake up

well at least u dont take a nap every second and is hard to wake up unlike a certain someone

sometimes takes advantage of how you never suspects anyone but shh🤫 u didn't hear that from him

Jack is the one who suspects people for u

will be the one on the lookout for anyone that's trying to take advantage of ur gentle personality and how u never suspect anyone of anything bad

sometimes prays that u will so that u won't get into anything bad (COUGH COUGH azul's deal COUGH COUGH)

insists that he's only doing this for repayment of that thing with savanaclaw evil plan to win some sports

he lied, we all know he did, he actually enjoyed ur company

cheers u on abt u being in a band

in his own way ofc, he's not gonna be THAT obvious🙄🙄*proceeds to be exact that*

sometimes if u invite him, he will actually make time to attend one of ur concerts

u didn't hear this from me tho

leona? leona.

he doesn't care much

just a fellow cat, nothing much here

tho u are a breathe of fresh air from what he's used to

he quite enjoys ur company too but he would rather die than admit it

he especially enjoy ur afternoon cat naps together

Octavinelle:

doesn't matter what species u are, floyd will always want to squeeze u /pos

/neg if u hate being squeezed or just dislike physical touch

azul is like 🤔 hm. maybe we need a performer in here don't you think?

and then stare right into ur soul👁👁

fret not, he'll pay you!! will even prepare anything necessary for ur performance!

the deal is set and now u occasionally perform in monstro lounge

sometimes floyd tried to join in but jade grabbed him by the collar and made sure he does not step foot on the stage

jade is the mad scientist that tried to study u

u are technically a cat🤔do u play what cats play? do u eat those cat foods? can cats like u perhaps... eat mushrooms?👁👁

oh no run

don't worry! azul is here to save u!

by grabbing u by the collar and running away from jade who have his mushroom food in one hand

even floyd ran away, sometimes he'll hoist u up in the air and just carry u like a sack and run like that

speaking of which, they, azul specifically, likes ur personality

esp if u gave a honest feedback on smth for the lounge or them as a person

and ue gentleness is more than welcomed‼️

floyd specifically liked that abt u‼️

Scarabia:

HELLO‼️‼️‼️‼️- kalim to you

jamil trying to shush him bc he's yelling too loud in the hallways

kalim tried to get you to join the light music club!

he even gave u a tour and introduced u to who's the members‼️

he even tried to state the pros and cons of joining them‼️

which doesn't really take much convincing bc u literally said yes

one performance in and so suddenly yall got famous

so famous, other schools even heard of y'all and majority are yalls fans🤔

kalim is more excited than the whole group combined about that

now he believes you're their lucky charm

uh oh

better start asking jamil to turn that belief around

speaking of jamil, he's more than happy to have u around

you're not too loud and is up to troubles like a certain someone he knows and is actually prettu gentle

you're a breathe of fresh air

tho your straightforwardness might get on his nerves a bit🤔

just a bit tho

mostly when u disagree with him

other than that, totally no problems with u

more than happy to leave kalim in ur capable hands as he go and get his rest for once

also!! he's really happy how u still see him as him and not as kalim's shadow

it was really much appreciated that he just

Pomefiore:

oh vil and rook loves your style

gothic lolita??? and u look SO good in it???? MMM.

maybe u wanna join their dorm? hahaha that was a joke that was a joke

or was it.

if u asked, they'll be more than happy to dress u up😁

they got all the frills and ribbons here just. just come over.

don't play with the ribbons tho, this is a warning from vil

he appreciates that you're honest and would give a honest feedback abt smth he asked or with how he dolled u up

he's a celebrity and you're apparently in a band with the light music club that got so popular so suddenly so he can understand if u feel stress etc and would actually offer a spa day‼️

rook watching u from above the trees almost everyday like👁👁

u wondering why is ur senses tingling like someone is watching u or smth🤔

rook actually wrote u a poem sometimes to just appreciate u

someone needs to drag him away bc his poem seems like it will never end

felines(?) should be strong too right??🤔 - epel's first impression

you're strong or not, who knows. just show epel and we'll know ig

actually had his eyes on ur ears like 👁👁

like father like son ig (rook is the dad, no u can't argue with me on this one)

it looks soft so like uh one soft pat?😁pls?😁

likes ur gentle personality actually, that way, he can look and be manlier next to you

when uh, vil isn't around ofc

Ignihyde:

idia going ballistic bc omg!! someone who's in a band who's actually good at singing and actually had sone experience and is actually really good and is ac-

we get it idia:/

actually vibrates in his seat when u turn to look at the tablet he used to go to school

like wow! his idol is looking right at him!

yes, it's a tablet but it's his tablet so you have technically noticed him;D!

don't even ask how u became his idol so quick

probably the one who spreads about u that u just became so popular even outside of school

you're welcome btw

ortho is happy to have a new friend!

he doesn't have many felines or beastman friends (since the savanaclaw people are not really the friendliest), so he's happy that he got u as a friend!

he sometimes watch some youtube videos abt cats and what they play and test it on u🤔

like laser? those feather on a idk string???

probably a bridge for u and idia to start talking too

since he noticed how much of a big fan his brother is of you🤔

idia at first was a mess, he can barely get a word out

but at least he got that autograph💪‼️ (and picture he screenshot from the cctv HELP)

u might need to give him a few weeks for him to even start talking to u normally

Diasomnia:

goth with the goths

you were in a band back in ur world? kewl, how about u join the light music club and be in another band with mister lilia vanrouge over here;D~?!

definitely tries to get u to join the light music club, which does not take long bc u said yes abt it right away to being in a band🤔

since u like to shop for antiques, he is more than happy to indulge u in it!

lilia had lived for thousands of years, of course he have seen and own some antiques himself!

he's even more than happy to explain their history if it have some or maybe the artist if its a piece of art

since you're a cat, lilia had so much fun playing around with u

literally tried to test if you're just like a cat by pointing laser so u can chase it

sebek does think you're talented and made sure you know of it

may or may not have tried getting u to write a song about malleus but shh

he appreciates talents and is not afraid to let you know of it, even as an anti human

he also appreciates that you're honest, that way he can trust u more🤔‼️

i legit do not know how to write more for sebek

just think of sebek as a big chunky protector of his cat friend prefect with their cat monster

silver? silver (silver coloured emoji)

he likes your gentle personality

sometimes, he fell asleep in ur presence

like "oh its prefe- zzzzz"

can u blame him? it's soothing and a breathe of fresh air from what he's used to seeing and tolerating

malleus? over the moon.

like you're gentle and straightforward? 🤩🤩🤩🤩😍😍😍😍😍😍😍😍😘😘😘😘😘😘😘😘

he is just so happy to have u as a friend that he almost brought u a new instrument as a gift

oh he's more than happy to indulge u in some antiques he personally knows too

while he has not live for as long as lilia or travelled the world like him, he does know his fair share of antiques stuff in his long life

would even gift u them if u asked

if you allow it, he'll pet ur ears😁pls.

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strawberryspence · 3 years

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A Dinner and A Future

Fluff | Spencer Reid x Reader

Summary: Spencer just wants your first date to be perfect and surprisingly, it goes really well.

Word Count: 3,7k.

Warnings: some cursing, first date nerves, but that's it. just pure mindless fluff.

Writer’s Note: Hello! I've been going through a writing dry spell and the thing that solved it was writing this. I've been seeing a lot of edits on tiktok about Spencer's traumas and I just wanted to give him something simple and happy. I was also listening to Kodaline on repeat while reading this, so yeah it's going be hella sappy. Enjoy! <3

Gif is mine. Lesley Smith-Juniment, you have my heart.

Spencer is nervous.

Wait no, scratch that, nervous is not good enough. He was brimming to the edge with worry and queasiness. What other synonyms does nervous have? Spencer was antsy, anxious, perturbed, uneasy, at this point he can recite the whole thesaurus.

Spencer closes his eyes and takes a deep breathe. He can do this. He has waited for this for a long time and he won’t waste it because of burnt pasta.

Okay, he looks back at the note that David Rossi himself wrote in his own special handwriting.

1. Cook 1 pound pasta until Al Dente. Boy Genius, Al Dente should be firm when bitten. You cook it on a boiling water with salt and oil. SALT AND OIL.

2. While that’s cooking, do nothing. LITERALLY DO NOTHING. Watch it. Do the sauce later. In some miraculous way, if you don’t watch the pasta you’ll burn it.

A grin spreads across Spencer’s face as he puts down the paper and reaches for the fettuccine pasta and dropping it on the boiling water (which he measured with measuring cups he borrowed from JJ)

“Okay, now I wait for it to boil.” Spencer stares at the pasta as it cooks. Did he buy enough parmesan cheese? or enough pecorino cheese? Oh no. He looks over the other side of his counter where all the (complete) ingredients sit and he sighs in relief as if he hasn’t checked it 15 times since he started.

The pasta was still cooking and isn’t going to be firm anytime soon. Spencer ponders if he should just cook the sauce while waiting but he knows he’s going to mess it up if he doesn’t give it his undivided attention.

He looks at the watch on his wrist as it ticks to 5:21. He has one hour, thirty nine minutes and forty six seconds. He still has time before the date. The date with you.

It took him nine months, Derek and Emily annoying him to death to just ask the pretty librarian out, one extensive background research from Penelope, two separate talks of the “You deserve to be happy” advice from JJ and Hotch and one lecture about marriage from Rossi to finally ask you out.

He’s kinda annoyed really because he spent so much time thinking about you and thinking of the perfect way to ask you out but he shows up at the library you work at one day with a cup of coffee in hand and his heart on the other.

You didn’t even hesitate. There was no pause to process what he asked, there was no questions following the embarrassing stumbling of the words, “W-will you go have d-dinner with me? L-like a date... Date?” You immediately said yes with a small hop and the biggest smile on your face.

This date has to be perfect. He asked you to come to his apartment at 7. Spencer would’ve picked you up but he was making you a home made dinner and the date was taking place on the rooftop of you apartment, which Penelope and Derek helped him decorate with lights.

He tries the pasta and when its finally firm to the bite, he takes this as his queue to read the paper again. Of course, he can remember all of the instructions but Rossi still wrote it down and reading it calms his nerves.

3. If its cooked, drain your pasta water but leave a little pasta water on the side. Then you can continue.

4. In a pan on MEDIUM heat (just around 2-3 on the stove setting) cook one pound diced pancetta and 1 cup chopped onions in olive. Put this down and chop chop!

Spencer puts the paper down as he follows the instructions to drain the pasta. After he was done with it he puts the pan on the stove and starts chopping up the ingredients he needs.

Cooking is strangely calming. He never thought he’d find it calming. He always found himself burning stuff. So he sticks to the microwaveable meals and fast foods, even if he knows the statistics about these kinds of food.

After finishing the chopping he reaches over the paper and reads it again.

5. Are you done? Okay. Put the chopped stuff on the pan with olive oil and cook it until the pancetta is browned and onions are soft.

He immediately follows the instructions written. The onion and pancetta create a silent hiss as it hits the pan. As it cook he looks down again.

6. That’s going to take a while, so leave it but stay by its side. I am giving you permission to do two things at once. Dr. Reid, please be mindful of it.

Spencer rolls his eyes before proceeding to #7.

7. Combine the two cheeses. Then divide it in half. Then pour the half into 4 egg YOLKS. Just yolks! The yellow ones! Then beat it lightly until its really combined.

He has already separated the egg yolks from the whites (a job he didn’t think would be that hard but was surprisingly very hard) before he started cooking. He adds the combination of cheeses to the eggs and lightly beats it as he watches the pan of onions and pancetta sizzle.

When done with the egg and cheese combo, he gives the pan a stir before looking back down.

8. Is the egg done? Yes? Good. Is the pancetta and onion good? Yes? Good.

9. Okay, now you put your pasta in the pancetta pan.

10. REMOVE IT FROM THE HEAT! REMOVE IT!

Spencer follows the instructions to the T. He puts the pasta on the pancetta, gives it a stir and immediately removes it from the heat. He sighs in relief. He hasn’t burned anything yet.

11. You haven’t burned anything yet? I am proud of you.

12. Now, pour the egg mixture into the pan and toss the pasta until coated. TOSS IT GENTLY. If you’re scared use tongs.

13. Pour about 1/4 cup of the pasta water I told you to set aside earlier. You don’t have to pour all 1/4 cup, just until you get the creaminess you want.

Spencer reaches over the nearest tongs. He’s not going to toss anything tonight that involves pastas or pans. He’s taking the safe road because he wants everything to be perfect.

14. Add the rest of your cheese! Toss some more and then add salt and pepper as NEEDED!

15. You can serve it with parsley.

16. Now, go take a shower and change into some cleaner clothes.

17. Just be you and have fun, Spencer. Goodluck! :)

Spencer smiles as he puts the paper down and makes the finals touches to the pasta. He starts doing what was instructed and it surprisingly, ends up in the perfect texture. Just like the one he tasted when Rossi had a pasta night.

He was proud of himself as he takes it off the stove and makes sure that all the stoves are turned off. There was this report he read in 2018, that cooking and leaving the stove open was the leading cause of home fires.

He takes the food, puts it into a fancy tupperware (another thing he borrowed from JJ) and puts it in the microwave. He cleans up a little and stuffs the pans and pots to the dishwasher, because you are coming in his apartment even for a second.

He starts getting himself ready for the date with a shower. As the warm water glides through his body he thinks of how funny life could be.

Spencer first meets you in the library. He has not slept well in weeks so instead he opts to go to the library to get some reading done. But as soon as he sits in one of the (surprisingly) comfortable leather chairs, its as if sleep knocks him out. It wasn’t until the closing time that you wake him up and he thinks that you were an angel sent for him. This elicits a giggle from you.

“I am sorry, I am not an angel. I am just the librarian and we’ve been close for over an hour now. I just didn’t want to wake you up. You looked like you really needed that sleep.” Spencer immediately jumps to his feet as he apologizes profusely to the kind librarian, “Oh, it’s okay! Don’t say sorry. I was also reading so I didn’t mind the peace and quiet.”

That’s how Spencer meets you. He comes back a few days later after a case with coffee, croissant and an apology. You immediately become friends and thats how all of this started. Spencer finds himself falling in love with the kind, gorgeous, clever librarian faster than he expected.

Every week after that, Spencer comes to the library with pastries and coffees for his favourite librarian and every week, you welcome Spencer with a warm smile and a new book for him to read. He can read it in one sitting but he reads it in the slowest pace he could so it can last for a week.

Spencer comes out the shower and stares at his closet. Should he go casual or formal? Casual or formal? Its just dinner, he’s chill and casual is the way. He picks one of the few plaid shirts that he has and puts it on with a white shirt underneath. He tries to brush his hair, it sits for a moment before it starts curling again. He cringes but leaves it be.

Spencer proceeds to the kitchen to start packing the food into a wicker basket (that he also borrowed from JJ, he basically borrowed her whole kitchen). He packs the utensils in a table napkin that comes with the basket. The main course for the date was the carbonara, and the dessert was a tiramisu Penelope made.

He reaches over his sofa where the bouquet of paper flowers are. He made it a few nights ago with Penelope’s help. He stayed up to make more of it with old books he found in the BAU.

Because what kind of flowers is the best flowers for librarians? Origami flowers made with old book pages.

He shouldn’t be nervous. You’ve been friends for all the months that he didn’t have enough courage to ask you out. You’ve taken trips to old bookstores together for book hunting. This shouldn’t be different from your other trips.

The pitter patter of rain against his window takes him out of his thoughts.

“Shit! Is it raining!?” Spencer yelps, before opening the closed curtains. Beads of water runs down his windows and if its any other day he would love it. But not tonight, when he planned a rooftop date. He cringes as he thinks of the fairy lights hanged up and the table set up that is probably soaked now.

“Don’t panic. Don’t panic. Think, Spencer, think.” Spencer thinks fast. He finds the extra table cloth that JJ gave him because “Just in case.” He reminds himself to buy her a bottle of wine as a thank you. He places it in his small kitchen table before taking the utensils out of the basket and placing it on the table in a fancy way.

Candles. Does he have candles? Spencer scrambles around his kitchen, like a chicken without its head, looking for candles and he finds it underneath the kitchen sink. He lights some of it up and props it into some glasses (he doesn’t have a candle holder he realizes after lighting it up).

With the lights dimmed down leaving the light from the window and the light from the candles, his dark apartment gives off a romantic, kind of comfortable, vibes. It was kind of perfect because with the books on his shelves and the lighting, it actually has the same vibes a library gives off.

He was ready now, bouquet of paper flowers in hand. He can’t believe how smooth things are going, minus the damn rain. Only thing that’s missing is you.

A knock comes to the door and he instantly opens it. There you were, hair a bit wet and messed up from the rain.

His future was bundled up in a cozy cardigan and a pair of jeans right in front of his eyes and he didn’t even know it.

“Hi.” Spencer smiles.

“Hi.” You smile.

“A little to the right. No. No. Too much right, now give it a little bit to the left.” You sigh, your hand under your chin, “No, no, baby, its crooked.”

“Love, can we do this later? The pancetta is going to burn.” Spencer laughs as he climbs down the ladder with the frame.

“But you said you’ll help me with putting up the frames!” You pout at him, Spencer chuckles before kissing your nose, “I know but you also asked for my famous carbonara and I can’t do both at the same time.”

“Hmmm. I still don’t think you can call it yours when its originally Dave’s.” You follow him to the kitchen, zigzagging through the boxes of books you’ve both barely opened.

“What he doesn’t know, won’t kill him.” He winks at you before giving the pancetta and onions a stir.

“It already smells good, love.” You snake your arms through his waist and lean your head on his back. Spencer lets go of the spatula and spins around to face you.

“Thank you, sweetheart. Go unbox some of the books and I’ll call you when its cooked so we can fix the frames. Okay?” Spencer kisses the top of your head and lets you go.

You walk out of the kitchen to the hallway full of boxes full of books. You chuckle as you open the nearest box and its just full of chemistry books. You push it to the room where Luke, Derek and Spencer has built shelves for all of your books. An olive green couch sits in the corner beside the built in fireplace.

Hmmm. This is your home library but as a former librarian the dewey decimal is calling you. But then again, the books you and Spencer have doesn’t have classifications on them. You began unpacking the chemistry books and placing it on the shelf. You can hear the distinct hiss of the pan and Spencer humming Kodaline’s The One.

You push in another box from the hallway to the room and its another one of Spencer’s, this one full of philosophy books. You start unpacking it to the shelf below the chemistry books before stopping as you pull out a book that doesn't belong with the philosophy books. A smile graces your face as your hands glides unto it. It was the book Spencer bought for you on your first anniversary.

The Peter Pan cover is a bit tattered, it was an older edition he found in your favorite old bookstore. You open the book and Spencer’s messy writing greets you with nostalgia.

“We are most alive when we are in love. Thank you for making me feel alive everyday for the past year. Happy Anniversary, love. I live a full life as I love you fully.”

You smile at the book before hugging it to your chest. You sigh deeply as you looked around the room and how it felt so surreal to be in the new home you share with Spencer.

“Love, I am finish. Come meet me in the hallway!” You leave the book on the shelf as you hear Spencer calling you.

“Are you helping me with the frames?” You clap, excited to finally put up the frames. Spencer smiles as he sees you excited to put up the pictures.

“Yes, okay you need to tell me if they’re straight okay?” He instructs before climbing the ladder.

“To the right, just a bit. Oh! Perfect!” You scramble to reach for another frame as he comes down the ladder to move it, “Here! This one.” He climbs again and you instruct him with directions for the frame again.

After a few more frames, he finally comes down and looks at the frames you asked to be put up.

“It’s pretty, isn’t it?” Spencer smiles down at you and gives your cheek a kiss as he wraps his hands around your waist, “It is. Thank you for framing them.”

The frames comes in different shapes and forms, the biggest one in the middle is the picture of your wedding day. Your wedding took place in a library you immediately fell in love with when looking for places to get married at.

In the picture, you were smiling, your head rested on Spencer's shoulder as he reads a Harry Potter book he found in the kids section. It was a candid moment, both of you running to the back of the shelves to get a moment to yourselves after the wedding and the photographer snapped it before leaving the two of you in peace.

Beside it are pictures with the team on the wedding day, some on thanksgiving, christmas, new year with the BAU team, some with your family, some with Diana and in the corner is a shadow box containing the paper bouquet that Spencer gave you on your first date, the same exact flowers that was in your hands as you walk down the aisle to him.

“So, how's the first six months of officially being a Reid-Y/L/N?” Spencer teases as he lets you go from the back hug to face you and you roll your eyes at him, “Oh very hard. They hear Reid and they immediately expect greatness.”

Spencer laughs, “Same as the last name Y/L/N.” This time your the one who laughs at his statement, “Uhhh. I am not the one with 3 PhDs and 3 BAs.”

“And I am not the one whose a New York Times best selling author.” Spencer laughs even more when he sees your nose crinkles, making his heart dance and swell in glee.

“Hey, let’s dance.” He takes your arms and leaves it on his shoulders as he wraps his arms on your waist.

“We don’t have music, you silly goofy boy.” Spencer rolls his eyes at the endearment used, “I’ll sing.” He hushes you down.

“You make my heart feel like it's summer when the rain is pouring down.” Spencer’s singing voice was soft and sweet in the edges. Most nights you lull him to sleep with your humming to keep the monsters at bay and some days, his better days, he’s the one who sings and these were the days you treasure the most.

“You make my whole world feel so right when it's wrong, that's how I know you are the one... That’s how I know you are the one.” He sways you to the gentle buzz of his voice. You close your eyes as he sings the same song he sings to your ears on the dance floor for you first dance as a married couple.

“When we are together, you make me feel like my mind is free and my dreams are reachable hmmm.” Spencer hums as he runs his hands on your back. Your head on his chest and your ear listening to the way his heart is beating for you.

“You know I never ever believed in love, I believed one day that you would come along and free me.” Spencer feels at ease as he sways and sings, knowing that he’ll have you in his arms for the rest of his life.

The song ends but you and Spencer continue to sway to the music of silence.

“Can you believe its been 4 years since our first date?” Spencer asks, in disbelief of how fast time is running when he’s with you. You pull away from his chest so you can face him. You find a small spark in Spencer’s eyes as he thinks fondly of the night.

“Really? 4 years since our first date got rained on and Penelope cried because we broke all her fairy lights?” Spencer laughs before protesting, “Hey! I paid for that!”

"4 years later and I still can't get enough of that damn carbonara." Spence cackles, like an evil villain, "Don't tell Rossi that I stole his recipe for my beautiful partner."

"4 years later and I am still completely in love with you." Spencer smiles as he leans down to place a small kiss on your temple.

"4 years since I almost completely lost my mind because I was so nervous about our date." You roll your eyes, "Love, our first date was perfect. We've had this debate how many times now?"

"19 times." Spencer answers and you pinch his nose before looking around the room that’s still full of unopened boxes, “See. We should probably eat lunch and unpack. Why do we even have so many boxes of books?”

“Honey, you were a librarian and you are a writer. I am a professor and FBI agent that can read 20,000 words per minute.” Spencer answers as he looks around the unpacked house.

You smile fondly at him before standing on your tiptoes a bit to reach him and give him a kiss and he immediately steadies you with his hands. Kissing you was intoxicating and Spencer loves every bit of it. You only pull away when the kiss finally takes away your breathe.

“I love you, Spence.” You smile as you hold his face in your hands, “I love you more, sweetheart.” He smiles at you as you untangle yourself from him.

“Let’s eat your famous carbonara and unpack the rest of our house. It doesn’t really feel like home when all we can see is boxes.” You giggle before dragging him to the kitchen, making Spencer sit on the island as you prepare the pasta he cooked. Spencer watches you as you sing and dance through the kitchen in one of his old cardigans.

He doesn’t say anything but you were wrong. Home is not four walls with unpacked boxes and hundreds of books.

Home was when you showed up bundled in a cardigan, wet from the rain for your first date with him and home is still you, four years later, bundled up in his old cardigans and singing songs that magically fills and heals the crevices of his heart.

the recipe i copied for the famous carbonara!

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oftenderweapons · 3 years

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heyhey! if possible, i’d like to place my order for a strawberry smoothie + spinach & artichoke dip + clam chowder + bbq sandwich. thank youuuu 💕💕

Pairing: Taehyung x reader

Wordcount: 3.3k

Genre: smut. Final fluff. But mostly smut. Pining. Drabble for Bangtan Bistro

Rating: 18+

Tonight we’re serving

- Strawberry Smootie: Kim Taehyung

- Spinach and Artichoke dip: Smut

- Clam Chowder: “What do you mean my meal has already been paid for?” (It’s been rephrased for stylistic purposes)

- BBQ sandwich: Celebrity in Disguise (you need to squint but I swear it’s there just read till the end LOL disguise might have been taken a bit too literally)

TRIGGER WARNINGS: okay, mild alcohol consumption (wine, brandied cherries), swearing, dirty talking, heavy flirting, making out, oral sex (sixty-nine, face fucking male receiving), brief masturbation (male and female receiving), briefest mention of rimming female receiving (just a quick lick *wink wonk*), quite rough sex, manhandling, one degrading comment, impregnation kink and breeding kink, lactation kink (I guess), mild bondage (knees), outright ramming, cumeating and creampie. Final soft, sweet surprise I don’t wanna spoil, I promise it’s a good thing.

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Feeling the scorching hotness against your spine was exciting. His eyes were there, planted against the see-through back of your blouse and you could feel them like molten metal dripping down your skin.

He was following the line of pearl buttons tracing your spine, holding close the sheer peacock blue gossamer.

Taehyung licked his lips subconsciously, his mind already wild with pictures of his fingers snapping every button open, one by one.

“Sir, may I ask your order?” A waiter interrupted his musings.

The young man startled. “Steak. Rare. And… Uhm, you do have a Nobile di Montepulciano 2018, right? Just a glass. One for the lady at the bar too. Roasted vegetables with the steak.” He closed the menu and placed it on the table. He loosened his tie discreetly.

The waiter checked the wine chart and confirmed the order. “The steak right away? No appetisers?” He asked.

Taehyung followed you as a polished waitress accompanied you to a table across the room, the iridescent fabric of your top shimmering in a holographic effect under the soft light of the chandeliers.

“No appetisers,” he confirmed, his eyes never leaving you. “About that glass of merlot for the lady. She has moved over there,” he curtly indicated the direction with a nod of his chin. Looking at the waiter he searched the backpocket of his slacks. “Now,” He extracted his wallet, looking for a note and laying a 50,000 won piece on the table. “I know this might come off as rude but I’m asking for more than food, so…” Taehyung let the sentence fall eloquently. “Tell me something about her. Name, phone number, shoe size, I don’t care as long as I get to see her again.”

The waiter’s eyebrows shot up. “Of course, sir. She usually comes here with her friends, but tonight apparently she is by herself. They usually come on Thursday night.”

Thursday, of course.

Taehyung smiled. “Thank you. But I need a bit more than that.”

“I’ll come back with more, I promise.” The waiter bowed politely and left. Shortly after, Taehyung noticed the waiter walking to your table bottle in hand, gesturing to the other table as he talked to you discreetly. From the distance he could recognise a small smirk aimed in his direction, before you turned to the waiter, batting your lashes as you nodded.

He noticed a set of earrings glimmering like twin stars at your earlobes, while a fine thread of diamonds adorned your neck, matching the other pair of jewels.

The waiter poured your wine and leaned towards you, the epitome of politeness as he explained the situation very elegantly.

You were slightly surprised but didn’t let his words sway you too much. Keeping a sphinx-like composure you said something Taehyung couldn’t decipher from the distance, the waiter walking in his direction straight away.

“The lady said she is waiting for you to drink, sir.”

Glass half full, Taehyung lifted it in your direction, waiting for you to mirror the gesture. He cocked an eyebrow as you did, tipping the rim in your direction before bringing it to his lips and taking a small sip, observing your red lips lay on the glass while your neck stretched.

Watching your throat move as you swallowed was a vision too erotic for him to handle, and he politely fixed his stance, trying to alleviate his need.

Just as his steak was delivered, he was struck by surprise as the same dish was served at your table.

If he didn’t know any better, he would have thought it a shame that you and him were sitting alone, ten metres apart at two different tables.

A part of him was pleased to realise that you had specifically asked his exact same order; however, his ego was drastically redimensioned once you started eating. You were a tease, licking your lips as the juices from the meat glistened on the deep scarlet colour of your lip tint. He felt embarrassed at the amount of details he could see now thanks to arousal, feeling like a predator as he studied your hands gripping the cutlery, your mouth opening wide for a bite too big, and the wine. He loved watching you drink. He loved watching the diamonds twinkle as your throat moved.

He was almost sad the moment he noticed you had both finished the food.

“Please, put the lady’s bill on me,” the waiter nodded as he took the empty dishes away.

“She wanted me to tell you her shoe size is seven and a half and that she doesn’t want anything less than six inches.”

Taehyung snickered and looked at the table cloth as he felt his cheeks blush. “I know I’m asking a lot of you, but would you tell the lady that I’m interested in another kind of number?”

“About that, she mentioned 100-85-120. I believe you can understand perfectly.” The waiter commented. “May I bring the dessert chart? Or would you perhaps be interested in today’s special?”

Taehyung nodded to himself. “What about your divine flaming cherry bites?”

The waiter bowed his head in acknowledgement. “For the lady too?”

Taehyung smiled. “Yes.”

The older man was glad to assist the young customer, not at all because of the tip — he would have considered it rude from anyone else, however the warm smiles and the way he used honorifics and register had the man trusting the wealthy, polished kid. He almost felt fatherly sympathy for the smooth charmer sitting at the table: he looked at the woman with nothing but adoration and devotion. There were at least twenty women in the room, some of which had way more skin on show, and way sultrier looks; still, he only had eyes for you.

Once dessert was delivered at both your tables, the flirting resumed, your instincts awakening dangerously as he made a fine work of licking his fingertips, stained with the chocolate sauce covering the brandied cherries elegantly placed on a small pastry basket.

It was your turn to catch fire as you stared at his deep, dark eyes, his unwavering glance, and the beautiful shape of his mouth, his brown, wavy locks pushed back elegantly. He looked like the devil.

And you had every intention of burning in his flames.

As you asked for the bill, the waiter shook his head politely. “The gentleman at the table over there has already taken care of it, miss.”

Your eyebrows shot up before you smirked. “Then I think I should stop by and thank him.”

“He’ll be more than glad, miss.”

“Thank you for your help. I hope your shift will proceed smoothly, mr Lim.” You rose to your feet.

“It is always a pleasure having you here. Greet your friends on my behalf.”

You chuckled gently. The kind, warm man had seen you and your mates come across the foyer so many times, for dinner or for drinks. He always exchanged greetings and was always happy whenever you asked him about his family and the business. “Will do. Goodnight then.”

“Goodnight, miss.”

You took slow steps in the man’s direction, stopping beside him. “I believe I owe you a thank you.”

“No need to thank me.” He said, looking up at you.

“What if I wanted to thank you.” You replied slowly and quietly.

“How?”

“An empty hotel room can be very lonely.” You said, looking at your feet and toying with a keycard in your hands. “I’ve booked a room to celebrate my birthday and let me tell you everything has been so dull so far.” You pouted a little before shrugging casually. “Maybe we could turn the night a little brighter.”

“I am a gentleman, I don’t really like visiting ladies in their private rooms.” He looked away theatrically. “However, how would I disappoint such a refined woman? And leave you all alone on your birthday. I believe that would be unforgivable.”

“Indeed.” You confirmed.

As he stood up, he placed an arm around your waist. “Sorry, I tend to be an old school romantic. Stop me if you feel uncomfortable.”

“I love a bit of romance.” You smiled at him, batting your lashes seducingly. “What brings you here for a lonely dinner?”

“Business.” He replied curtly.

You snickered. “Of course.”

“Floor?” He asked once in the lift.

“Thirty-fourth,” you replied, fixing your skirt.

“Pretty high up,” he commented, pressing the button.

You resisted ten floors before staring at his lips. By floor fourteen his mouth landed on yours, sucking your lower lip, enjoying the plumpness of it before he opened wide, his tongue sliding out and entering your mouth, tickling your palate before swirling round your appendage.

His palm caressed your side, reaching your asscheek and squeezing it, his throat emitting a low hum.

“I’m sorry, I couldn’t hold on anymore,” he apologised as he parted from you once the doors dinged and opened.

You fixed your hair, his hand gesturing for you to lead the way — an excellent excuse to stare at your behind as you walked in front of him.

Once you reached the door, he kissed your nape while you slipped the keycard into the lock. His hands were already fumbling with the tiny buttons before the door would even buzz open.

“You can call me Nymph.” You said, as his hands proceeded working the small buttons.

“Of course. I'm Sir to you.” He stated sternly.

You smiled and shook your head. “Of course.”

You turned around and took off your shirt. “Get yourself naked.” You said distractedly.

He clenched his jaw at your command but obeyed nonetheless. “Nothing less than six inches?” He commented as you slipped off your heels, his glance following the red soles of your stilettos.

With a hand to his chest you pushed him with his back to the wall and teasingly dragged your palm all the way to his belt, lingering there a while before moving further down. “I’m sure you can deliver.”

“In kind.” He smirked, his eyes rolling shut as your fingers teased him over his slacks.

“Naked, now, sir.” You ordered.

“A hungry Nymph we have here.” He commented, undoing his necktie and throwing it on the bed. Next, he only undid the buttons necessary to get his shirt off. His undershirt was gone in seconds, just as your blouse and skirt disappeared, your body clad in a burnt pink silk slip.

Taehyung licked his lips and undid his belt, kicking his slippers close to the door before getting rid of his trousers lightning fast.

“Shall I get on the bed?” You asked, taking a few steps back.

“Oh no. Stay right there, Nymph.” He ordered, standing in nothing but his underwear before placing his hands around your waist and pulling you closer, kissing your neck, your chest, your hardened nipples hidden underneath the smooth silk. He began walking you backwards to the bed.

“Climb,” he purred once the back of your calves touched the mattress, making you turn to face the bed, your body kneeling on the comforter before he pushed your front down, getting you on all fours. He flipped your slip up, exposing your skimpy panties. “I’m gonna rip these.” he growled before biting your ass.

“Don’t. Just take them off.” You replied, turning around to look at him with imploring eyes. You didn't want to ruin the set.

He followed your request, immediately dipping his nose in your wetness once he managed to unstick the fabric from your folds. Shamelessly, he moaned as his tongue went from your dripping hole to your puckered one, laving it lewdly.

“Yes, Sir.” You keened, pushing back against his tongue.

He chuckled, parting from you, standing to his feet and taking off his boxers.

His cock pulsated painfully at the sight of you, at the way you stared at him while he reached the other side of the bed and laid down, settling in the middle, his erection right below your awaiting mouth.

You tried to lower yourself and swallow his tip, however he stopped you. “Get on my face right now, Nymph. I wanna see if you taste as expensive as you look.” He growled.

You simply licked your lips, his cock twitching as your hot exhale caressed his flushed skin. He was so veiny, and all you wanted to do was check if you could feel that against your inner walls. Straddling his face, you settled on top of him, not wasting a second before taking him in your mouth now that he was underneath you, under your control.

He moaned sinfully, his breath hitting your moist skin before his tongue flicked against your entrance, eliciting a contented hum.

For a few minutes all you could hear was the sounds of you sucking his cock, wet slurps filling your ears as your mouth became messy with saliva and his precum. At the same time, Taehyung was enjoying your cunt covering his whole face in juices, while some of his own spit eventually landed on his cheeks, coating his chin and nose too.

He was starved, shameless, wild. He parted from your folds only long enough to say 'naked, now'.

It didn't feel like there was any room for insubordination.

You freed his cock only long enough to remove your slip, sucking it back in your mouth before you took off your bra. As his hands met your breasts, grabbing them with thrilling pain, you felt him push you upwards away from his sex.

“I don't want to cum in your mouth. Gimme that tight, dripping cunt, Nymph,” he growled, touching your clit while his tongue teased the softest flesh of your labia.

“I'm going to ride your face, Sir?” You asked, feeling your breasts starting to bounce as your hips began grinding against him.

“Fuck my face, sweetness.” He replied, your body following his command straight away, your mouth opening in brainless, fucked out whimpers as your orgasm approached.

He kept going.

And even when you started to cum, he went on.

Even when you were humping against him ruthlessly, violently, he continued.

And when he noticed a second high take over, he outright refused to let go, no matter if you cried and begged and yelped.

He only calmed down once he felt you grab his cock and begin to stroke.

He slapped your mound violently, growling minaciously before he pushed you forward, on all fours, grabbing your thighs and opening his legs so that your front fell against the mattress once he pulled your knees from beneath you, placing your drenched core right against his crotch.

His stronger hand spanked your ass. “I told you I want to cum in your cunt and that's what you do?” He hit again. “Touch me so I'll have to cum on my belly like a teen nerd?” Another spank. “Hope you're gonna stay put now.”

He maneuvered the tip to your hole, sliding the head inside.

You purred and whined once you felt him sheathed deep in your core.

The angle was majestic. His upward curve teased the back of your vagina, rubbing against all the right spots, the soft head pressing against the inner nerves of your clitoris.

Just as you tried moving your hips against him, he sat up straighter and grabbed your hips, shoving you on his cock with breakneck speed, making your front burn with the friction against the sheets.

“Sir, please. Please it burns.” You called, desperate after a minute or so, feeling your control slip.

He gave a few more thrusts before he realised you had voiced discomfort. “Inside? Am I going too fast, does it hurt?” He spoke with tenderness and apprehension.

You shook your head. “My chest against the sheets.” You explained with a small whine.

He nodded and laid down,catching your leg and leading it in a half circle motion, helping you roll on your back as you unstraddled him.

However, his kindness was short-lived. As soon as he found your calves beside his chest, he grabbed your ankles and sat up, bending your knees and blocking them with his forearm; his free hand searched for the necktie and, once he found it, he expertly slid it beneath your legs, and then around them, tying a knot above the swell of your calves.

You stared at him with your mouth open, eyes wide and inquisitive before a naughty grin lit up your face.

He rose to his knees, crawling closer to you, bending your knees to your chest and letting your ankles settle over his left shoulder.

“Hold on tight, Nymph.” He said, bracing a hand beside your face as he lined his shaft with your cunt, sliding in effortlessly, grunting at the unspeakable tightness of your sex. “Fuck me so good, sweetness.” He mumbled. “I'm gonna rail you.” He groaned as he felt his balls tighten. “I'm gonna fill you up and watch those tits grow once you're full of my babies.” He teased. “Now you're gonna milk this cock and take every drop of my cum.”

You mewled at his sinful intent, squeezing round him and feeling his hand generously finger your clit.

“Please, fill me up. Please. I want to be heavy with your babies.”

“And you're gonna lactate them.” He whispered darkly at your ear, making the gesture feel so dirty, even though it was just natural mammal anatomy.

“I will, Sir.” You cried out, feeling your end tower over you.

“And once they're done suckling, I'll take my turn.” He growled. He had only maybe three strokes left before he would cum.

“I'm yours. All yours. Please, breed me, Sir. I'm yours,” you wailed, voice close to breaking.

“You are my horny little cumslut,” he snarled before joining your mouth with his, covering both your and his cries as you finally reached the peak.

His cock drilled deep into you as he coated your inner walls in cum, the hotness and stickiness of it pouring out of you and gluing him to your entrance.

It felt magnificent.

“I know you.” He whispered gently at your ear. “My most precious darling.”

You were still drifting ecstatically, your eyes opening slowly, lazily.

“Hello Lace.” He cooed at you, smiling softly. “Welcome back, my love.”

You mirrored his smirk and wiggled your feet against his shoulder. “Hello, my beloved fiancé. Would you please do me the courtesy of untying that?” You arched an eyebrow.

He chuckled and obeyed, almost expecting you to slide off of him; instead, you simply moved a leg to his other side and crossed your ankles behind him to tug him close to you.

“That impregnation thingie really got you going, uh?” You said, wiggling your eyebrows at him.

He nodded and kissed your chest, cupping it softly and pecking your nipples, your skin still flushed from the burning friction and the recent orgasm. “Even though I know you're covered, I find the idea so sexy.” He confirmed, pressing his face to the crook of your neck, inhaling your scent. “You looked very hot in that outfit. It really made me want to seduce you all over again.”

“It was fun watching you act the part. You even tipped the waiter.” You chuckled.

“You told me your measurements, Miss 'no less than six inches'.” He kissed your earlobe. “Do you know they're the combination of the apartment safe?”

You laughed and then quieted down for a second. “I wanted to jump your bones the very moment I saw you.”

“Happy to know my future wife still gets the hots for me.” He commented, matter-of-factly.

You giggled quietly. “I love you.”

He combed your hair slowly, tenderly. “I love you too.”

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unwishablestars · 3 years

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amongst the waiting stars

Pairing: Levi Ackerman x f!reader

Genre: Fluff

Word Count: 3.8k

Tags: Mutual Pining, SFW, Drunk Confessions, i tried my best

TWs: Mentions of alcohol intake

Summary: When Levi’s visits get more and more frequent how long until he’d have to admit he didn’t come for the coffee

A/N: this is the first fic I actually finished/properly wrote and I actually dont hate it, hopefully y’all don’t too :)

Wiping off the spilled coffee, restocking the pastries and cakes, it was a calm day for you and your co-workers. You felt a cool autumn breeze enter the room as you hear the door open and were greeted with a rather short man with a bored expression.

"Hello! Welcome to xxx, how may I help you?"

Greeting back with a simple hello, he proceeds to scan the pastries inside the case before he walks up to the counter to order tea and brownies.

With that slight intimidating atmosphere you found around him you didn't expect him to have such a sweet and simple order, emphasis on sweet, he didn't seem the type to order something as sweet as a brownie. Though, that being said, he did order a tea that was rather bitter.

"Can I have your name?" Holding the cup with a pen in hand.

"Levi"

"Alright thank you, Levi. Would you like your brownie reheated?" Asking with a soft and friendly smile "Yes, please."

After asking him to sit down you start to prepare his tea and brownie, approaching him with a black tray in your hand and his food on top of it.

"Please enjoy, Levi!" Setting the tray down and flashing him a little smile before leaving him be.

And that was it, you thought this was as close as you strangers could get.

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A week to 4 days to 3, he started coming by regularly. Nothing special really, he wasn't the only regular, but you sure as hell didn't expect to be able to talk to him as if you've been friends for ages.

You've memorized the way he likes his tea, you know he has a sweet tooth that he wouldn't admit he has and you know that type of coffee he likes when he needs to get through a lecture.

Every 3 days became 2 then daily, he was back again. You didn't know why but it seemed to excite you to see a familiar face, his familiar face, what didn't make sense was why him? Why was he so special?

Was it the way he openly admired your focused and quick work attitude, the way he would pleasantly chat to you about his life outside this café or those sweet little banters you two have when he enters and leaves the store.

For a man that didn't smile much, he sure was a treasure to have around.

Often enough for you to notice though, he always seemed to sit alone. Asking about it, he's never really responded with anything other than a:

"I'm waiting for someone."

You've never seen this someone. A friend perhaps? A date? Whoever it may be, they seem pretty rude to never show up even once.

Leaning on your arms over the counter to ask him "Waiting again?" Levi started sitting closer and closer to the counter just to make your conversations easier.

A slight pause was present before his answer "Yeah." "Is it the same someone as last time?" Thinking for a moment, "No, it's a different friend."

"Not that is any of my business, but it seems pretty rude for your friends to just never show up like this. You could wait for an hour or so and still not be pissed, gotta say that's pretty admirable."

"It's not a big deal. I mean, I'm stuck here waiting with you aren't I? It's not so bad."

He's right, I guess it wouldn't be so bad if you waited with him too.

"How smooth, Prince Charming." Despite your snarky remark you can't deny, it was nice hear that you made his wait bearable for him.

To the untrained eye, someone could see him as a stoic and quiet man, maybe even intimidating. But with trust and patience, he was sweet and compassionate, it could make your heart melt.

Taking as sip from his tea, presumably ignoring your little banter, you could've sworn you saw the softest smile accompanied with a little blush.

I wouldn't mind waiting with you.

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Nearing the end of the year, a cool breeze can now be present everywhere. Malls, stores and homes turning on their heaters to help with the growing cold.

Leaving his building wearing a stylish grey coat, already on his way to his personal sanctuary, his thoughts were interrupted with a loud and high:

"LEEEEVIIII"

Turning around he was met with a very much energetic Hange Zoe, stopping in his tracks to see what they have to say. "On your way already? Excited to see your sweetheart?" They said, smirking with a deeper intent than to tease.

Levi's friends were more attentive than he had thought, it didn't take a while for them to realize that he'd been leaving the campus in a slight rush. It also didn't take them long to start guessing what else he could possibly have better to do other than sit in the library or go home immediately.

"She's not my sweetheart." He absolutely wishes though, liar. With Hange and his friends bombarding him with questions like "What's she like?" "Is she pretty?" "Are you going to make the 1st move?" It left butterflies in his stomach. The thought of a confession made his stomach twirl, even if it didn't show on his face.

He often thinks about when that perfect opportunity would arise or even if something like that exists, he'd love to win your heart over and have you in his arms. The thought of you spending your days together, official, made his heart swell, yours too. But how could he possibly ask you out? Who the hell was he to you?

"Right, of course she's not.." Hange responding quickly, stretching out the 'right' to emphasis her suspicion. "Then in that case, you should invite your 'friend' to our little gathering before we leave!" They said with a smug yet genuinely joyful expression on their face, nudging his arm to the suggestion.

"Why would I want to do that?" Levi said plainly. His friends had decided to eat out and drink together at a spot not too far from the campus.

This way they could somewhat spend their holidays together before they actually have to leave for the holidays to see their families. Including Levi, who had planned to spend it with his mother (and uncle).

"Aww c'mon, don't be like that! One of you have got to make a move sooner or later. Plus, wouldn't it be sweet for her to know that you'd been thinking about her?" They argue, thinking about it, he decides to comply.

Already walking off "Fine. Just don't follow me." "Aw but I wanna see her!" "Too bad." They follow him anyway "I'll just wait outside then! Then I'll leave once I know you've asked her!"

Clicking his tongue in agreement, they both head their way to the little café he was ever so familiar with.

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It was a busier day than usual. Though, it's to be expected due to the cold weather. It just makes people want to sit down and drink their coffee or hot cocoa, warming up their systems.

As you give the last customer in line their coffee, you hear the door open. Looking up to welcome them in, seeing who it was, a brighter smile was presented, almost as if it was an instinct.

Walking up to the counter Levi was understandably nervous, he even considered bailing on the idea now that he's here. But seeing your bright excited smile as he entered the door kept him in motion.

"Levi! Having a nice evening?" A tug at the corner of his lips made your heart pound, "Yeah." Cutting his answer short, his mind too busy to think on how he should pop the question.

"What is today?" "My usual coffee, take out, please." Nodding and grabbing a cup, you start making his usual. Looking back at Hange, they gesture him to stop stalling. You catch him looking out the door to see a tall individual with glasses.

"Is that the friend you've been waiting for all these days?" Your smile lightly calming down "O-oh no.. they're actually.." stopping himself in his tracks, air getting caught in his throat.

"I actually wanted to ask you something." "Oh? What is it?" Your attention shifting to him. "My friend.. And I wanted to ask you- if you'd like to join us for a gathering we're having. W-we'll be eating out together before we leave for the holidays." Not knowing where his eyes should look, he didn't look up until he finished his question.

Seeing your face, visibly shocked but not displeased, a bit flushed. Your eyes soften at that thought, he wanted you to come with? To spend time with you? You couldn't hold back your soft and sweet smile at his offer, what would be the point? Hiding your joy would be pointless.

Taking a look at your face, your initial reaction to the soft look you gave him. He was growing confident, maybe this wouldn't end up blowing up in his face and ruining his relationship with you.

Until your facial expression showed a bit of annoyance, a customer had fallen in line behind Levi with her kid. While the kid seemed rather patient, taking a look at the cakes in the display the mother look impatient and annoyed. "Uh- I'm sorry, Levi. Could you stand over there for a moment" gesturing to the end of the counter "I'll get your coffee ready in a minute."

With that, worry immediately washed over him. Did he say something wrong? Was he too straightforward? Did he mess up? He does as you ask and step aside, too occupied with his thoughts to realize that small flash of annoyance was in no way meant for him.

After dealing with the lady and her daughter, you walk over to Levi, his freshly made cup of coffee. "Sorry about that.. here, your coffee." Seeing his worried expression you give him a reassuring smile, your hand lingering on his as you hand him his coffee.

"Thank you so much for the invitation, Levi. That's very sweet of you." Your face showed a light flush. "It's a really busy day so- don't throw away the cardboard cup sleeve, I don't want to stop this here.." still a small bit stuck in his thoughts, he replies, "A-alright.. Thanks." Giving him another reassuring smile he heads his way to the door meeting up with the friend still outside.

"Looked like it went well!" Hange said joyfully as Levi left the café. "I don't know.. maybe it wasn't the best day to ask her, she seemed occupied." He doubtfully thought, "Huh? She seemed pleased! What are you talking about? Plus, she wrote something on your cup didn't she?" They noted in a curious tone, pointing at his cup.

Catching his attention, he takes a look at his cup and they were right, there was something written on the cup sleeve:

"I'd love to ♡ text me the details!"

was written in black marker followed by your number.

A visible yet faint blush was spread across Levi's face. He hadn't mess up, you don't hate him, you wanted to spend time with him. "Aha! See! Isn't this great?" Hange said enthusiastically, interrupting Levi's train of thought.

"..Yeah"

I'd love to♡

Yeah, this is great.

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Standing outside by the entrance of your building you stood there waiting for Levi. Having talked about it beforehand you both had decided he would just pick you up and walk with you to a small KBBQ place, just a few minutes away from the campus.

Levi wasn't the biggest fan of smelling smoke as he ate but compared to the rest of the 'cook-it-yourself' places around, this place had better ventilation, a cleaner surrounding and a decent price.

[6:03pm] Levi: Just stay by the entrance inside your building. I'm almost there.

Y/n: Alright! :)

[6:04pm] Levi: Be safe.

He's so sweet.

The weather was nice this evening. It was calm, and the wind wasn't unbearably cold, it was nice. Seeing a familiar figure across the street turning the corner, you face showed excitement as Levi lightly waved seeing you by the door.

Exiting your building you meet with Levi outside the doors, greeting him with a smile "Lead the way!" softly smiling back at you he starts to walk, making sure you're close to him. "It's not far, stay close.. okay?"

Matching his pace to stay close to him, you walk together in tranquility, engaging in peaceful conversations, asking about how they'll spend their break. It all felt natural, makes you wish that KBBQ place wasn't just 20 minutes away.

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Nearing the restaurant you see the silhouette of a tall, blonde man standing by the entrance. As both of you walk up to him, he greets you with a friendly smile and wave.

"Hello, you must be Y/n, right? I'm Erwin, It's nice to finally meet you." He greets to which to you reply "It's nice to meet you too!" he must be one of Levi's friends who would join us- stopping your thoughts you think back to what he said:

"..nice to finally meet you."

Finally? Has Levi been talking about you? You felt a light blush at the thought, thinking about me? It was nice to think that he'd be thinking about you, after all, you'd been thinking of him too.

"Follow me, we already have a table." Walking inside gesturing for both of you to join, Erwin leads you to a reserved table. Seated at the table were 4 people, one of which you've seen outside the café, the day Levi invited you to eat out with his friends.

As you approach the table you were quickly greeted with hello's and nice to meet you's. Sitting down next to next to the familiar face, they introduced themselves.

"It's nice to see you again! I'm Hange!" "Oh yeah, you were standing outside the café that day, why didn't you come in?" you asked out of curiosity, "Oh I promised Levi I'd wait for him outside while he asked you out!" They gladly explained, lowering their volume to just about a whisper to continue "Y'know.. I was the one who suggested to invite you, Levi can be quite a shy one." They smirked which followed a chuckle.

Looking over at Levi to see some sort of confirmation. All you saw cute pink blush that ran across his face, him looking forward to either avoid eye contact or pretend like he didn't hear, either way, it was adorable.

"Anyway, it's nice to meet you! I'm Nanaba, this is Miche and that's Moblit." Nanaba had introduced going down the line.

"It's nice to meet you all." you simply said, "though.. I can't help but notice, it doesn't seem like you guys extended the invitation to anyone else. Why extend it to me?" as much as you enjoyed sitting here with Levi and his friends you couldn't help but wonder why, couldn't help but want to know it straight, said to your face.

"Because we want to get to know you." Levi admittedly explains, though he feels he wants to get to know you more than anyone else here. His friends nodding in agreement, some smirking at both yours and Levi's oblivious interactions.

Clinking your glasses filled with alcohol the night went on filled with laughter and nonsense. You kept your alcohol intake low knowing you'd obviously still need to go home and you'd rather go home walking than slumping on some poor person's shoulder.

As minutes to hours pass by, sharing stories that brought out laughter which rang around the room. Soon enough it was nearing midnight and some of you were a bit tipsy, some more than others, though you kept yourself your little promise of not going home a blackout drunk.

You weren't drunk but you were tipsy enough to be not be embarrassed if you were to spill some truth about your feelings. After the bill was paid, stuff gathered, and as they walk their way to the door Hange proposes an idea to Levi.

"Y'knowww.. Y/n would really appreciate it if you walked her home.. can't let anything happen to her ya'know.." Clicking his tongue at the smell of alcohol in their breath "What? Did you think I was just gonna let her walk home alone? It's almost 11."

Miche budges in abruptly "Is that why you barely drank?" clearly to tease the man. Overhearing the conversation without really thinking you cling onto his arm "I'm not that tipsy.. but I'd love the company.." a light pink was present across your cheeks, you couldn't tell if it was the alcohol or the blatant confession.

"Even if you were completely sober, I'd still walk you home." He'd love to.

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There were lots of stars out, nice view. The cool breeze, the bright moon, it was all so beautiful. "When are you gonna leave..?" Catching his attention, "Hm?" "to visit your mom?" you weren't exactly sure why you wanted to know, he did say he was coming back, maybe you just didn't want the night to end yet.

"Tomorrow. I'll be leaving in the morning, why?" he asked back, "Nothing.. just curious." Looking up you see the moon in that navy blue sky, it gave you an idea. Walking into your building you were still gripping his arm, not as tight as when you were out on the street but you didn't exactly plan on letting go just yet.

"Do you mind staying for a bit?" Embarrassed to ask but you did anyway. Taken aback "What? Why? Are you not feeling well?" he asks with a flustered and concerned tone. "No it's not.. you don't have to- I just.." you could feel the alcohol help you speak the truth "..wanna spend more time with you."

It felt like his brain stopped for a moment, did she just..?, but in reality it was racing with thoughts to the point where he didn't even notice. Scared of his silence you ditch the idea just as quick as you proposed it, practically interrupting yourself. "Sorry- sorry, I didn't mean to be- I didn't mean it like that-" apologies and explanations start to leave your mouth all at the same time.

"No, it's alright. I-I know what you meant.. I don't mind." holding back his stutters fairly well the blush spreading towards his ears were as evident as ever. "What? Really?" thank god he didn't take it the wrong way, "Tch," avoiding eye contact and walking toward the elevators "you want my company or not?" "Very much.."

On your way up to your room there was a sense of familiarity and comfort, even though the signs of success were there, you weren't exactly sure what you were so nervous about. Maybe you were sobering up quicker than you thought, it's not all bad though.. You didn't exactly want him to just deal with you drunk, you didn't want him to see you that way.

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Taking out your keys, opening the door and letting both of you in, you turn on the light and offer him a drink as you open your fridge "Sit down, do you want anything to drink?" "How the hell would I know what's in your fridge?" He says dryly

"Heh- that's fair, hot cocoa then?" Giving a simple nod at your offer you take out two mugs and start to warm up some milk. "Sorry it's just hot cocoa mix and milk." You apologize for no apparent reason other than to avoid the awkward silence.

"That's fine, how do you think I make my hot cocoa?" he asks sarcastically, "with fresh cocoa beans fresh from the tree" you retort jokingly, laughing a little. Surprisingly, he giggles along, making your heart flutter.

Looking at the clock as you pour the milk into the powder, 11:27pm, you interrupt the silence once again with an apology "Sorry.. I know you have you leave in the morning.." you remind yourself as you add a few marshmallows to your cups, walking up to him to give him his drink, "Why do you keep apologizing? I meant it when I said I wanted to be here." He reminds you as he takes the cup out of your hands, unable to hold back a smile the tension on your shoulders loosen, relaxing at his remark.

"If it doesn't bother you.." grabbing the blankets off the couch and opening the window "the nights beautiful.. and the view is better on the roof.." seeing the confusion on his face, you explain in a simple manner "don't worry, it'll be quick and the roof's actually pretty clean. Stargazing on the roof is actually pretty calming."

Trusting your rather odd offer you set your mugs on the counter next to the window to easily step out onto the fire escape. Once both of you had exited you grab both your mugs through the window and head up the steps leading to the roof

"Y'know I didn't expect having to climb out a window today." "Honestly I didn't expect to be stargazing with you, but it's not so bad is it?" "No, no it's not."

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Reaching the roof you set 1 of the blankets down to avoid sitting directly on the roof.

Sitting down you pat the spot next to you asking him to sit down, doing as you request, he settles beside you holding onto his hot cocoa for warmth "The second blanket is for us, no secret that it's gonna get chilly." You explained, casually wrapping it around both of you, what a bold move.

You smile at him, showing fulfillment and joy. The smiled you both see around each other always show honesty, such a simple gesture can convey so much. Now under the moonlight, snuggled together close, his heart couldn't handle how lovely it felt. You could've sworn you saw his eye water a little, that or the light of the moon glistened brighter than usual.

Looking up at the stars, admiring their light and formations, sipping on your warm drink, the air in your lungs start to lock up. Exhaling a breath you didn't know you were keeping in, the comfortable silence was broken with emotions put into words.

"Other than a ball of fire a huge distance away, do you think they can be anything else?"

"I don't know." he answered with simplicity and honesty.

"You ever wonder how long the stars have been here?"

"Not really, I don't look up at the sky that often. But I'm sure they've been here for a while."

Say it.

"I'd happily wait a billion years to see you."

Taken by surprise, he swings his head to take a look at you.

"..whether it be coming to the café, picking me up, coming home from a trip or seeing you in another life. I'll be here, waiting for you to come home. You wouldn't ever have to second guess it, because I'll be here, loving every second of it."

Looking up at him, to pour your heart out. "Because every second of it, I'll be loving you."

Letting out a shaky breath, holding you closer, softly yet firmly holding onto your hand, letting out the simple truth.

"That and so much more is the reason why I can say: I love you too."

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voidcat · 3 years

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— take me home

Characters: Dazai Osamu/gn!reader (+agency members)

Genre & wc: fluff — 1.9k

a/n: happy Valentine’s Day!!! Normally I was gonna make this one big thing but my writing style for all this so far and “the second part” don’t carry the same vibe. (Also it was getting v long) Anyways, enjoy. I still suck at naming fics. — part 2 !!

“You could feel the bomb going off and suddenly-“ Doctor Yosano stops looking at the clock, “Oh it’s been that long already? I shouldn’t keep you waiting for any longer” she motions with her hand to you with a smile.

“It’s alright, I enjoy hearing your stories.” You smile back. “If it’s alright with you and no new cases show up, would you like the finish the story tomorrow at my place? Maybe over a cup of tea or a glass of wine?”

The glint in her eyes tell you the answer long before. “Only if the infamous pastries Ranpo cannot get enough of are there!” Yosano says with enthusiasm and all you can do is nod and share the excitement.

As she proceeds to get her coat and bag, you decide to wait until you hear someone else speak up.

“I thought you didn’t like to have people over?” Atsushi asks standing behind you with a stack of papers and files.

Eyes closed, you hum “True, true… But I make an exception for some, dear. Where did you think we baked all those for Kyouka?”

Stopping for a second to recall that day Atsushi scratches his head. The moment of realization comes to him fast, apparent from the sudden change of expression and the wide smile on his face “Oh! You’re-“

“I thought you didn’t allow anyone in the kitchen!” Ranpo exclaims rather loudly, slamming the newspaper he was reading moments ago onto his table.

Tilting back and forth from where you’re standing and occasionally looking for Yosano to come back, you turn to where his voice came from. “That rule only applies to you, I’m afraid. No matter what an amazing detective you are, cooking and baking simply aren’t your forte.” With one hand in the air as if offering the plainest of truths, you say.

“However you’re still my most trusted taster, so please don’t make that face?” You finish with an apologetic smile and hearing a low rumble coming from him, you let out a breath thinking you’re off the hook.

You thought wrong.

As Yosano’s heels clank against the surface, you can feel a persistent gaze on your back, already sensing what’s to come next. Before you can make an attempt to the door however, Dazai announces your name, in a whine no less, coming a little too closer than you expected right behind your ear.

Slowly turning back to see his smug face, right in your personal space just as you guessed, you refrain from rolling your eyes. “What was it Dazai? Is something the matter?”

Coming all the way from wherever he was previously , he couldn’t be here now for anything other than to bother you. You just hoped Yosano would show up and drag you away before your patience was tested again.

Raising his arm and resting the back of his hand against his forehead, eyes closed and mouth open, as if a he were a character straight out of a tragedia, Dazai opts for the dramatic route. “Yes! I’ve just been informed of horrifying news!”

“Which is?..” you leave the statement unfinished, already knowing what’s to come.

“That you never invited me over to your house! And we’ve been friends for the longest time! What our live have come to, have we driven so far away from ea-“

“Enough with the antics Dazai, we’re busy, can’t you see?” Your savior, Yosano cuts in putting a hand over your shoulder. Turning to look at her, you mouth a ‘thank you.’, and you think she has never looked as beautiful as she does in this moment now, with the golden sun behind her setting, the lights illuminating her face, making her look like those heroes painted to be immortalized.

As you step out, you hear Yosano stop and say: “And for the record, I’ve known them the longest.”

The day spent with Yosano goes better than you could accept. By the end your face hurts from laughing, your stomach full from all the food and drinks you’ve consumed, times flies away like a plane and by the time Yosano makes way to the door, it’s dark and you’re both dragging your feet.

Despite the enjoyable day off, Dazai’s recent behavior starts to make you question if it was worth inviting her over so publicly.

At any chance he gets, he tries to get you to give away something about your location, who has been over before and how many times, what type of hosts you prefer and ‘oh maybe we never got the chance because of our schedules, you should invite me over some time’, ‘don’t be so shy, we’re friends after all! Oh is it your place you’re ashamed of? Worry not, I won’t judge!’, ‘hey are you free on a Thursday night?’s met with ‘No, I don’t want you over.’, ‘Yes, I have a very good reasoning.’ And almost a slip up of a ‘I’m free- Oh wait, I have a date with Sergio, sorry no can do!’.

For each cheeky smile he offers, you give back a grunt or a snarl, one time almost yelling right in front of the director and another time you stomp out of the office in fury while Atsushi watches in horror.

Fifth time of your hiding in the café and you find yourself wishing for a crisis to surface, the carefree Dazai to be replaced by the serious and logical man that manages to impress you no matter how hard the case, counter measure after counter measure, even if he takes reckless risks once in a while.

Inhaling the sweet smell of your tea before taking a sip, your wish seems to have come true partially, from the set of steps approaching you in a determined yet unrushed pace.

Taking a long sip, savoring the taste and the warmth of it, you slowly place the cup down and open your eyes to see Dazai standing in his neutral and calm state.

The two of you stay like that for a while, like a photograph, the café empty and the mixed smells of coffee and tea lingering in the air, not quite looking at one another but not dozed off either.

When he opens his mouth, it doesn’t feel like the moment has been broken, not even a clearing of throat or a quite mumbling under his breath beforehand, yet his voice flows along the smells despite the absurdity of the topic of conversation.

But you beat him to it. “If you’re going to be standing for so long, you might as well sit down.”

He settles down as you reach for your cup again.

“So, how are things with Sergio?” He says the name with a hint of hostility.

It takes everything in you not to spit out your tea laughing. “Sergio is a street cat I take care of.”

Composure and crossed arms off, Dazai’s eyes widen. “But- you said that-“ “A date with Sergio, yes, for his yearly check up at the vet.” You finish for him.

“That was just an excuse to get you to stop bothering me.” You add.

“Fair enough, I deserved that.” He chuckles “but you did mention you had a very good reasoning for not inviting me over. I know I pestered you enough about that…” he trails off, reaching for your hand with his. “And yet, would you be so kind to tell me why?” he asks, eyes locked into yours.

“My cat doesn’t like you.”

And this, you think, is the exact moment the atmosphere is ruined, the photograph ripped apart in the middle.

Dazai just stares at you, still holding your hand.

Blinking few times, rather unimpressed, you notice a waitress by the counter, probably there to rearrange something.

“Alright, I’ll be off now if that’s all!” You say a bit too cheerfully, pull your hand before Dazai can do anything, pay and leave as soon as you can.

Dazai just blinks, hands still in the air, stays frozen like that until Kunikida drags him back to work.

Bad decision after bad decision seems to follow you wherever you go because after that interaction at the café, it gets worse.

You thought Dazai was like a fruit fly before? It gets more irritating than an army of them. And on top of that, Kunikida scolds you to undo whatever you’ve done on Dazai, his already poor work ethics now on the floor, getting on Kunikida’s nerves and yours.

Hearing your name spreads terror in you now, the second your ears catch the familiar tone of Dazai’s voice, you fleet for your life.

Coming clean and explaining your statement from earlier would be the logical way to end this but fate disagrees as it laughs you in the face.

“Why wouldn’t your cat like me? I didn’t even step foot into your place before!”

“Hey Dazai, remember the day you wouldn’t get off my back? Trying to embrace at any chance and I gave up in the middle of the day at one point?” Resting his hand under his chin to think, as if his face doesn’t make it obvious he remembers the day crystal clear, he lets out a “hmm…”

With a snap of fingers and a “Ah! I remember now! You were so comfortable, I almost fell asleep.” He grins.

With a shake of your hand, trying to dismiss the memory of how he basically trapped you to the couch, you cough and continue. “That evening, when I got home, my clothes must have reeked of your smell.” He nods, good, so far he seems to follow. “My cat just sniffed the air once and stayed in the living room until I washed those clothes and took a bath.”

Hands resting on his hips, he keeps nodding and humming in understanding. “I see…”

You let out a breath, thank god it’s over.

“Nope! Still makes no sense.” Hs exclaims suddenly, turns away and leaves. You just stare at his back, now it’s your turn to blink in ‘unbelievable, is this real?’

The loud chatter and pestering doesn’t stop however and with each word, it gets more ridiculous.

“Is your cat perhaps jealous of me? That you secretly love me and they don’t want competition?”

“The cat is just another excuse, isn’t it! Admit it, you have a secret! It must be something you’re afraid I won’t like.”

“Is it Chuuya? Did you take pity and let him rent a room?”

“I don’t even know a Chuuya…”

“Maybe a weird collection…” he gasps and says your name. “Are you a hoarder? Is that why you won’t let me in? I told you already, I would never judge your lifestyle!”

“Dazai, please stop-“

“No, no, I got it this time. It’s a shrine of me! Isn’t it? Your face tells it all, it is a shrine! Ah, I must say I’m flattered, if not a little scared now.”

If anger could set a fire, you think Kunikida would be arrested of arson right now. You just rest your head in your palm, trying to ignore Dazai’s ongoing nonsense.

“Is there really a-“ Kenji begins a question as Ranpo ends it with a firm “Nope!”

Getting up from your place at last, you grab Dazai by his coat and drag him out.

“There is No shrine, no other human, no hoarding or weird collections. It’s just me and my cat who scrunches his nose when I bring home a file that sat in your desk all day!”

Before giving him a chance to reply, you walk away.

The next day, and many other days to follow, goes uneventful, Dazai’s never ending bickering about your house seems to have reached a stop. Everyone, especially Kunikida, enjoys the newly achieved peace of going back to normal. You hope this marks the end of this whole nonsense, and that the Dazai everyone knows with a little mix of annoying and impressively serious has returned back to his sense of regular.

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cosmiclatte28 · 3 years

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Purpose (Jeno x you)

a/n : sorry for ranting in the previous post, but here is my first oneshot of Jeno x reader ...please leave a comment or just anything so I know what to do and not do in my future works :D

happy MLK day! Enjoy the long weekend aka monday break!

warning : major character with disability! Please proceed only if you feel okay with it. Jaehyun is your brother :D (sorry if I use hyung accidentally, it’s a habit of mine. I make my characters always calling the older brother hyung, so it sounds less “romantic”)

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“Jeno, do you ever wonder what your purpose in life is?” you rolled to the side of your body and rested your weight on one of your supporting arms, eyes aimlessly piercing into Jeno’s side face.

The said man who was staring at the ceiling turned his head to look at you. In this small bed you share with your best friend, he pulls his face back to give some respectful distance in between.

He glances back to the ceiling and hums, “Umm interesting, let me think of it.” He ponders for a while and your hand accidentally brush his. He laughs when a sudden memory comes into his mind and he ignored your hand that’s still lingering next to his.

“Tell me! You’re laughing! Did you know your purpose of existence in life?” you shake his taller and built body. His arm really feels buff and hard right now. Sometimes you wonder where the hell did your ten years old lanky best friend go. You’re his partner in crime since third grade and both of you graduated junior school together, even now you’re counting days to your senior school graduation still with him. Only that puberty hits Jeno Lee like a truck and bam here lies a young charismatic man lying with you on your bed as if it is nothing. (Well it is nothing right? Just two best friends sharing a bed. Lmao okay sorry author is writing this at 3.30 am)

He giggles and bops your nose, “No. I am not going to answer it.”

You pout, unaware of the effect it gives to the young man beside you. “Fine, I guess my purpose in this life is to bug and bother you.” You taunt and Jeno really wants to smack your head right now, but that is something he will never do.

“Fine if your purpose is to disturb me, then my purpose is to bear with it and make sure you never go beyond your line or hurt yourself.” He says this out loud, and continues in his heart, “Again, I’ll never let anything, or anyone hurt you again.”

Jeno lifts his arm to run a smoothing hand on your hair and you’re no longer surprised by this. Actions like this is common between you and Jeno.

“I haven’t washed my hair, stop touching it,” you run your hand over your head to stop him.

He chuckles and just ignores your word, “I don’t care, it’s not dirty you know. You smell sweet.” He sniffs into your hair and indeed it is fresh. You’re being over insecure.

“Fine. So, what time is it?” you cock your head to the side, showing him you’re asking a question.

Jeno runs his eyes into the clock hanging in your room, “It’s almost five. Your brother will be home after this around six. Do you need anything?” he asks when he sees you sit up from your laying position and grabbing your cane.

You nod, “Can you bring me to the café shop by the end of the road? It’s Jaehyun’s birthday today and I want to give him a cake.”

Jeno couldn’t help but feel his heart swells with emotion. Even after the unfortunate accident that hit you and your brother on the road, but only took your vision away, you never hate your brother at all. Jeno remembers how petrified he was the day he got a call from his mother telling him to rush to the hospital because you ran into an accident.

Three years ago

“Catch me if you can! I will finish the cake before you can get any.” You taunt at your older brother and run with all your might to get home faster than he did so you can stuff the whole cake into your mouth.

Jaehyun was still paying the cake when you ran with it already. He yelled out loud to you when you ran whilst looking back into him. He was too late.

Jaehyun saw your body flew through the concrete and the box of cake you were running with was already crushed over. The owner of the van got down and quickly run you and Jaehyun to the hospital. Jaehyun hugged you throughout the way to the hospital, his white shirt is already drained in dark red blood. His happy face he had that day for turning 20 was gone. He can only wish his one and only sister will make it alive.

The hospital did their best in trying to bring your consciousness alive. Your head hit the concrete, but luckily there are no serious injuries in your head. Fractures are found in your left side of the body but what hurts Jaehyun and your parents the most, was the fact that you will not be seeing anything in less than three months.

The experts were called, and everyone agreed that sadly nothing can be done to prevent you from facing the total darkness. From the age of 14 you lost your sight, you lost your friends, you lost your confidence, you lost your will to live. You wanted to die, but Jeno would never let that happen. He saw potentials inside you, and he saw the beauty you have within your heart that more people should see.

Jeno was the first non-family member to visit you after the news was spread. He was the first one to stay by your side and the last one from your school society.

You were suggested to move to a special need school, but with Jeno’s constant reassurance and help you stay with him in the regular school. After school, Jeno will accompany you learn braille and follow you to your post-traumatic therapy too. He even listened to the specialist called to teach you how to walk with a cane and how to use your cane as your second eye. He did struggle a lot to not play around with your service dog, because Goldy (your golden retriever who helps you walk in public) is not supposed to be friendly, Goldy needs to be alert!

Your family luckily didn’t abandon you, but they were sadly not in the same country as you were right now. Today, you’re only living with Jaehyun and Jeno is practically your neighbour from the flat next door.

Jeno actually did not want to bring you to the same store that caused the dreadful unfortunate event to happen to you. Not in the same day, on the same spot.

“You sure? I can buy it for you while you wait here.” He sounds worried that your post traumatic nerves might act up and calming you down in a crowded room is not easy.

You nod your head, “It’s been three years Jeno. Don’t worry. Jaehyun has never eaten that cake for three years! He did not want to go there. I guess my brother is more traumatized than me. I also want that damn cake.” You already stand up and grab a jacket. Without his help, you’re already good in dressing up. If you wear glasses, no one will know about your condition. The fractures healed perfectly, your face is still as pretty as one can be, it’s just that your eyeball did not spark life in them.

Jeno sighs, he can do nothing if you’re this persistent. “Okay, but please just this time hold my hands okay?”

You nod. Usually you ask Jeno to just walk beside you a several step behind, just to guard you. You’re good in walking with the help of Goldy. You never want to be a burden, although Jeno repeatedly tells you he doesn’t see you as a burden.

The tall man also takes his jacket and wallet. He stands by your side, gives his arm to you and you take it gently. Your right hand is holding Goldy’s leash and with Jeno by your side, three of you make your way to the bakery.

“Nice weather, it’s not crowded eh?” you ask when you feel the gentle breeze and rather quiet sound of the road. Usually this road is busy but not at the moment.

“Yes, I think it’s not the rush hours yet. We should hurry before it gets crowded. Hold on tight we’re crossing the road.” Jeno looks right and left. When he feels your grip tighten, he smiles to himself as he crosses the road with you carefully. Finally, you’re not as stubborn as usual!

You step into the store and automatically a smile comes to your face when the fragrance smell of sweet fresh baked pastries tickle your nose. “Hmmm this is yummy! We should consider living next to a bakery Jen!” you excitedly squeeze his arm you’re still holding on to and Jeno just smiles at your remarks.

“Do you want to sit down? I can order you a tea while they customize the cake.” Jeno asks, you deny it saying that you just want to go back quick before Jaehyun did.

So, after you do your ordering and finished the payment, Jeno only has to help with writing down the customized message. After 15 minutes, the box is set in Jeno’s right hand while his left hand is occupied with your firm grip.

You enjoy the short walking distance, simply enjoying the light breeze of the gentle wind and stopping for a moment to inhale the different smell in every block.

With your sharp nose, you know when you’ve passed by the coffee shop, the flower boutique, and your favourite Pizza place. You’ve ordered food for dinner and they’re already in your kitchen, you just need to reheat it.

Jaehyun drives his car back home, it’s a wonderful day. He got promoted thanks to the successful product launching his team did last month and today is also his birthday. Although a small part of his heart still grief over his own sister’s lost of sight on his birthday, he always try to cover that guilt because you’ve been repeatedly telling him not to bother it. He doesn’t know what he did in the previous life to actually deserves a really sincere and kind sister like you. That is also why Jaehyun loves you with all his might and heart.

He steps his foot into the comfortable apartment he shares home with his sister, and a trail of laugh echoes through the room when he sees you and Jeno holding a cake with a well decorated place. Jeno rushed his décor, simply putting on Happy Birthday Jaehyun balloons and draping a golden curtain over the bare walls.

“Happy Birthday Jaeeee!!” you scream on top of your lungs and open your arms wide. Jaehyun picks you up in his hug and turns you around, “Thank you! And you too Jeno!” he pats the younger’s shoulder.

“Blow the candles!!” you clap your hands and Jaehyun did what you say. He wipes a tear that escapes his eyes but quickly covers it up with a smile. He secretly wishes so that your smile will always be this wide and he wishes to experience more happy times with you.

“Both of you don’t have to do this you know,” Jaehyun says after putting the final heated up dish on the dining table. Although he is the one having birthday, he didn’t want you to set the table up. So, here you are seated on your chair, with Jeno on the other side.

“She insisted.” Jeno snickers.

You swear if he is on your side right now, you’ll slap him. Lucky he is far from your reach.

“Can’t you just be thankful hyung?” you roll your eyes and hufth.

Jaehyun lovingly ruffles your hair and kisses your cheek “Araseo, Thank you sweetie and you too Jeno! Thanks for dealing with this super annoying princess.” His tone sounds playful and you laugh at it.

“Jeno is whipped for me, he won’t bother having to take care of me all the time. Right Jeno?” you ask him this as a matter of keeping the spirit up. It’s as if you’re only playing around to Jaehyun’s joke but deep inside your heart… you did wish Jeno will want to take care of you til death takes you away from him.

“Stop that (y/n)! You’re making him uncomfortable,” Jaehyun mumbles as the three of you start digging into the dinner.

Jeno just laughs along, he is used to the two of you teasing and bickering with each other. He loves witnessing this and being in it. He loves the warm feeling of being “home” whenever you are around. “Tell him the truth Jeno! Did you hate me for being annoying?” you suddenly feel a bit sad to ask him this. What if Jaehyun is right? What if Jeno is actually tired of you? Afterall he can get way better and prettier girls. Why did he stay with you if he doesn’t like you. You used to ask yourself that when you feel lonely at night.

Jeno looks into you and into Jaehyun. He somewhat senses you feeling down about asking this and that hurts his heart. After glancing at Jaehyun, and receiving a nod from the older brother. Jeno finally answers your question.

“You’re not annoying. Even if you are sometimes, you’re my annoying princess. Look, don’t be sad… I’ll never leave your side okay?” Jeno reaches his hand out to take yours into his. He gently take your palm into his and his thumb strokes your palm calmly. Sending a reassuring feeling to you.

You feel your cheeks burning and your stomach bursting with butterflies. Your heart can explode right now, with this soft touch of Jeno and how his sure answer ends all of your silly scenarios.

“You will never leave my side?” You echo back to him.

Jaehyun winks to Jeno and secretly leaves his chair. You snap your head to the side (luckily the right side because Jaehyun is on your right) “Where are you going?”

Jaehyun mumbles a quick excuse, “Needed to call someone for work, just remember… sorry it’s urgent, go continue without me.”

You return your head to face Jeno and the young boy is already thinking of his next line.

His thumb caresses your hand again and you love that sensation.

“So, to answer your previous answer... I love you (y/n).” his sincere honey deep voice sooths your ear and a warm sensation envelopes your heart.

“I love you and I will never leave you. I’ll be by your side just like now, until forever. Don’t feel bad for needing my help, I’m always happy when I can help you. Instead, I feel sad when I see you trying to do everything by yourself… It’s like you didn’t want my help.” Your bestfriend explains his own feeling to you.

You quickly shake your head, “Sorry Jeno, I didn’t mean to reject your help. Gosh, I’m just feeling like I’ve asked too much from you and that I should stop. It’s my fault.”

Jeno stands and moves to sit next to you, he brings a strand of hair away from your face clearing the view he loves and he wishes to wake up to every day.

“Don’t worry, I know you don’t mean it. Now, don’t hesitate to call me okay? I’ll be here for you.” Jeno gently touches your chin.

You nod and blush, “I love you too Jeno, it’s mutual.” You lean in closer, wishing Jeno can catch your signal and leads you to the thing you secretly put in your number one wishlist to do with Jeno.

He gets your signal, with a small smile the sweet man pulls you slowly into his face and as you tilt your head to the side, Jeno’s lips finally found yours.

It was fleeting but the sensation lingers for a while. You’re still busy controlling your heart beat when you feel Jeno already disappear from your side and Jaehun’s foot steps come into the kitchen again.

“So, what did I miss?” he looks into both of you, but judging through the red faces both of you have, he just lets out a small cough and giggles.

“Who’s ready for the desert? Cake is here!” he quickly takes the plates and cuts the cake into smaller portions.

You can successfully focus back on the dinner and continues talking around while enjoying the sweet chocolate mousse cake.

Dinner ends nicely, Jaehyun pushes both of you to the living room while he insists on washing the dishes with loud music blasting on his earphone. He is glad finally both of them come our to each other. He’s frustrated whenever he sees the clear mutual feelings both of you are trying to supress.

Turns out today is indeed a good day.

Jeno hugs you from the side when both of you sit at the sofa. He is cuddling you, who is sleepy from the filling dinner.

“Jeno, did you remember the question I asked you earlier?” you suddenly bring this topic up.

He hums, and holds your hand in his, “I did, I think I know my answer.”

You raise your brow, “What is it? Tell me.”

He steals a quick peck from your lips, “I’m going to find my purpose of living slowly with you by my side. We’ll explore new things everyday together, and when one day I really find my purpose, I’ll make sure you are there and you know it.”

You feel like all the chains and nightmares clinging into your subconsciousness is broken free. The insecure feelings of being less perfect is gone and you trust Jeno with all your heart that he loves you and he will not leave you.

You smile and run a hand on his jawline, “Then I will also hold your hand as I find my purpose in this life too. Thank you Jeno, for always staying by my side. I promise I will also be here for you whenever you feel like the world is against you.”

He kisses your knuckle of the hand that touches his cheek, “I know darling, now if you’re tired just sleep.”

You close your eyes and shifts your body until it is comfortable enough to hug him from the side while leaning into him. “Thank you and I love you Jeno.”

He whispers back, “Love you most (y/n). Sleep tight, sweet dreams” he pecks your forehead and stays until you’re asleep.

Tonight indeed is a good day for everyone of you!

end.

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aesthbaby · 4 years

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Her Secret

Summary: We’re all aware of Emily’s untold secrets that she took to the grave with her but what about Lauren? The one thing both woman have in common is you, and the memories they took with them in both of their deaths

Pairings: Emily Prentiss x Reader

Prompt/request: None, just an idea I’ve had in my head for a while.

Warnings: Cursing | Death

Wordcount: Almost 4k

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AN: Time line might be a little spotty because the show did not give many details but I promise its still comprehensible.

Its beautiful for a sad event. The white flowers are such a stark contrast to her personality. The color reminds you of a time before, before they knew her and before all of this happened. One of your eyes feels kind of funny so you reach for it, pulling back to examine the small drop of water on your finger. You compose yourself and push the large, black, sunglasses up your nose. Maybe you shouldn’t be here. You were dressed in all black with a black umbrella. Despite it being a sad day, it was unnecessarily sunny.

You spot her team making their way down the walk way. Three men carrying the dark coffin with one Caned man in the front and the women in tow. You take a step back into the shadows as they near the podium. As the service progresses the amount of speeches and tears are--overwhelming. Images of Emily, once known to you as Lauren, flash across your mind as you hold back any and all emotions associated with this event.

You knew she wasn't really "dead," she couldn’t be. Emily Prentiss is invincible and would never go like that. You saw the woman known as "JJ" glances your way but she says nothing about it. Probably assuming you were another one of Emily's secrets taken to the grave.

Emily’s not dead. Emily wouldn’t die like that.

You kept repeating it in your head.

Italy - 2004

The violets surround the mansion like a protective field. Their peaceful existence mocking your volunteer imprisonment. You only took this job because you and this other agent were the only ones who spoke fluent Italian. She was supposed to take it and you were the understudy or whatever but then she got knocked up so here you are. Being mocked by fucking flowers. Your thoughts are interrupted by Doyle approaching you with his brunette arm dealer on his arm. You turn away from the balcony upon his approach.

“Lauren deve restare qui mentre scappo. Per favore, tienila d'occhio.” Lauren has to stay here while I run out. Please keep an eye on her. He’s always been so bossy, and for what? To make himself seem more powerful than he actually is? We’re all aware of the danger working for him provides.

“Si signore.” Yes sir. You turn to acknowledge the woman in front of you but she speaks first.

“Perché? Non posso venire con te?” Why is that? Can't I come with you? She whines.

He gives her a look and she backs down. The Captain heads out with his guards behind him, leaving you alone with his lover.

You’re not sure what to do with her. Is this a form of babysitting?

She clears her throat. “I know.”

Hearing her speak English was a surprise but it makes sense, there was always something different about her. You arch an eyebrow and reply, “Sai...che cosa?” You know....what?

She holds up a finger for you to give her a moment. She turns around and sticks her head out the door; then closes and locks it. “You’re not really from Tirana, are you?” Who is this woman? You maintain a neutral face while she continues. “The fact that you never eat with us was a dead give away. You’re always held up in this room.” She gestures to the large room filled with files, records, and books. “Like you’re trying to avoid something. I’d also like to point out how you rarely present any Albanian customs.” Where are you going with this Reynolds... “At first I thought, ‘Maybe they’re one of Doyle’s assassins that I’m not supposed to know about.’ But then I started paying attention and realized you’re nothing like that.” You let out a sharp breath. “Its okay.” She takes one of your hands. “I won’t tell Ian. There’s already enough death in his life and I wouldn’t want to see you be one of his next victims.”

You’re stuck in the moment and words are hard to form. All of your training is slipping through your fingers. For all you know she could be bluffing, trying to get you killed. You go with your safest option because you don’t know this woman at all. You pull your hand from her and take a step closer. Peering into her eyes for any sign of fear and when you find none, you proceed. Leaning in as close as possible to her. “Non farei acquisizioni così pericolose se fossi in te.” I wouldn't make such dangerous acquisitions if I were you. You whisper. You could never be sure if your suspicions were correct but this, this was all the confirmation you needed. What’s that old saying? Takes one to know one. “Agente.” Finishing off that last word you brush past her.

Virginia - present

Being back in The States with Doyle still running around is unnecessarily risking. Emily’s defeat is the only reason you’ve come back. To watch her team grieve over the coffin is saddening but having to hide is the shadows is unfair. Am I not allowed to publicly grieve? Are my tears not worthy? The grip on your umbrella tightens. She’s not dead. Emily doesn’t loose. Emotions are running high and the speeches are getting long. Last time you talked, she claimed to be alone. No family and no fiends but clearly she was wrong. What you’d give to be laying under a plum tree on a wool woven blanket with her head in your lap. Eating pastries you raided from the kitchen and telling the Captain that you needed her to help analyze costs. What a fool.

You were so entranced with the memory that you didn’t notice when the pale, dark haired agent approached you. Aaron Hotchner, the unit chief if I’m not mistaken. “Agent.” He acknowledges.

“Sir?” You mumble.

“Your profession was easy enough to guess, though I’m not sure of your name.” Those knitted brown sweaters and golden, dainty necklaces. The short chestnut hair with soft curls that smelled of honey shampoo. The way she’d nudge your foot during dinner while casting discreet glances. Its all gone. “Agent?” He calls again. “Are you alright?”

Before you say anything you make sure your voice is clear. “Tell me Agent Hotchner, did she suffer?” That question didn’t need to be answered but you just had to know. A favor was called in on your behalf by Lieutenant Parks, he gave very few details about her death but you’ll take that over nothing at all. This was the one question you didn’t have an answer for. With nothing but silence from the man, you have your answer.

Reaching for your pocket there’s a small clear box; inside of the plastic is a handful of pressed violets. Without looking you hold the slim box out to him. “Please, make sure she gets them.” After he takes them you make one last note of the sight in front of you. All of her friends, family, and coworkers gathered in one place with Emily’s grave as the centerpiece. You turn to finally face the man, tilting your shades so he can see a bit of your eyes. “Dead or alive.” And then disappearing in to the back of the cemetary.

Italy - Spring of 04′

Two months ago you were staring off of Doyle’s Spanish-styled balcony thinking, “What would happen if I called it quits?” You had enough evidence and entail for him to never see freedom again. So what was stopping you?

Her. She was making you second guess.

After having her call you out for being a spy, you were very careful about what you did and said around her. Its not like she had any definitive proof but at the same time neither did you. What you said that day was a total bluff. Its a miracle you’re still alive. You were left with only two conclusions: one was that she herself is a spy, or two, she’s one of the smartest people Ian has ever brought home.

Then came a day where the boys went out to wherever and it was just you, her, and the maids. Most of them are Russian and speak poor Italian so they usually keep to themselves. You’re at the dining room table pretending to run numbers since that’s literally your job- well that and vetting backgrounds of sellers and buyers. Essentially a secretary with dangerous patrons. The position is mind numbingly boring but it does allow you to remain invisible while observing the operation. Think about it, who’s going to notice the secretary while discussing millions? They’re idiots. They allow you to sit in on every single meeting because you’re just the person who runs numbers. A debatable perk to this job is the amount of free time you posses. Usually its spent digging around the operation, sending information back to HQ, or actually enjoying small aspects of the city. That brings you to right now where you’re doodling random shapes on the bottom corner of the paper.

Lauren is on the couch wearing a button up satin dress, quite short for Ian’s taste so you’re surprised to see her wearing it. She’s read something you’ve never heard of, not that it matters. With no idea why she’s in here with you, you retreat back into your own mind.

“The maids have left.” You suddenly hear beside you, nearly jumping out of your skin.

“You scared me!” At the realization of your chosen language you gasp and watch as Lauren smiles widely. You shoot to your feet repeating no over and over. Actively trying to take back your words while she looks rather amused.

“I knew it!” She points at you all accusingly and shit. You keep shaking your head no and trying to get her to be quiet. “I was right about you!” And here’s the perfect time to have a maid to walk in. Lauren says something to her but you’re too wrapped up in your head to translate. All your years of training, expierence, undercover work has just been thrown away over your stupid mistake.

They’re going to kill me. They’re going to have my head on a stake in the middle of the garden for the world to see- or worse! I’ll be tortured for my crimes by one of Doyle’s men.

You’re pulled out of your thoughts by the brunette waving her hand in front of your face. “Don’t worry,” She say softly as you notice the house keeper is no longer with you. “I told her they could take a break...” At your confused face she continues. “So now we can talk.”

Virginia - present

To say you had no idea where you were going, was an understatement.

You hadn’t been to Virginia in years so everything felt unfamiliar. You took quick peaks at your surroundings as the rented porshe pushed through the traffic. Everything hurt, not the traditional pain you experience over a broken toe but the emotional kind that coursed through your entire body.

Is this what a broken heart feels like?

You kept telling yourself she wasn’t dead; couldn’t be. Not your Emily, the woman you know is a fighter. She’s fucking invincible and would never let herself die at the hand of that monster. If she was really dead, wouldn’t you feel it? Wouldn’t you feel your connection to her sever?

At the reorganization of the build ahead of you, you pull the car into the left lane.

Italy - Spring of 04′

She is so fucking clingy. Always starring at me when no one is watching and going on less missions with Doyle. Speaking of him, the man likes to take her everywhere; calls her “Ho il mio portafortuna” his good luck charm. She usual goes out with him whenever he’s traveling but lately she’s been making little excuses on why she wants to stay for the day. Instead of spending the day recuperating from a headache (like she’s told him) she’ll bother you.

That accent and the way she pronounces her R’s makes you wanna melt, but then she starts asking you a million and one questions. What’s your favorite food? When’s your birthday? Have you ever broken a bone? Do you enjoy reading? Its always something with her. I think she’s trying to annoy me. So far you’ve been answering her questions in Italian to insure that you don’t fuck up again.

Doyle is none the wiser, he still sees you as a secretary and her as arm candy.

But you must admit that Lauren is growing on you. She hasn’t said anything in English to you lately or exposed you to Doyle. You’re rarely ever alone but when you are, she gives you one of her finished books and sits in the room quietly. Its comforting. Today she’s given you Niccolo Ammaniti with a note scribbled in pencil on the 5th page, “Hang in there.” Smart woman, writing it in light pencil so I can easily erase it without leaving a trace...also paranoid woman but rightfully so.

Virginia - present

You adjust your shoe so as not to slip before going into the building and suck the shades into your pocket. The giant letters, I. O. D. S. stare back at you in Ariel font.

Maybe I shouldn’t be doing this. Just accept her death and move on.

Inside of Investigations of Death Services you nod to the secretary, an ex of yours, and continue on to your destination. While in the elevatored your vision feels blurry but now isn’t the time for tears. Arriving at your floor, you spot his office and walk in without so much as a knock or invitation.

“One second,” he speaks into the phone. “Can I help you?” His dark eyes look angry, like he doesn’t recognize you. You take a step forward, offering your closed palm to him. “What? What is this? A fucking magic trick?” You slowly open your palm towards him, revealing the silver clover pin. The suited man looks like he’s just seen a ghost. “Shane, I’ll have to call you back.” He hangs up the phone, then reaches from you hand. “Where did you get this?”

Snatching you hand back and putting the silver back in your pocket. “You really don’t remember me, do you?”

He narrows his eyes on you before answering. “Can’t say I do.”

“Back in 03′ you knocked up Carin and proposed I go on assignment. Granted I was the only person who was fluent in Italian--or so I thought. Come to find out there were five other agents who could’ve been assigned there. You chose me because I was up for your job.” Your anger is boiling over quickly. “You were a shitty employee and they were ready to fire you.” You take a daring step forward. “Until you proposed infiltrating Valhalla with one of the foreign operative agents. You told them there were only two fluent agents. Back then we had never met but I knew who you were, Hell, we all knew how much of a screw up you were. Guess you don’t recognize me anymore? I mean in your defense its been years and I’ve lost a few pounds due to the stress you caused me but that’s for another day. How about we go back to 2003.” For a man with toxic masculinity issues, he looks pretty scared. “You couldn’t just out right suggest me so you have to offer up someone else. Coincidently Carin got pregnant right around the time she was starting her training, by you I might add, and could no longer go.” A wide smile starts to grow on your face. “Bet you were counting on my death, huh?” Awe poor baby seems to be shaking. “No...you’re too much of a pussy for that. I bet you were hoping I’d go to Italy and screw things up for the whole operation.” Now you’re toe-to-toe with him. “Mess up so bad that they’d have pull me out and demote me. Or! Reveal myself and hope Doyle’s men killed me or I’d go sprinting home with my tail between my legs.” His silence is starting to irritate you. “So which is it, Mark? Hmm? Cat got your tongue?”

“I’m sorry!” He yells with a reddened face. Out of the corner of your eye you see his co-works looking through his glass walls but you couldn’t care less. “I’m sorry, y/n. What do you want from me? I’ll do anything!” Now we’re getting somewhere.

You push the pin into his face “Where is she, Mark?”

“Where is who?” He’s still fucking shaking.

“Asking me another stupid question and there will be hell to pay.” You’re not really going to hurt him but considering the circumstances, this is justified. The man put your life on the line over some stupid position, a bit of threatening wouldn’t hurt.

“Okay okay. All I know is that after you left she was taken by ALPHA and later faked her death. When Lauren Reynolds died, Emily Prentiss got to go home and Ian Doyle went to a North Korean prison.”

“And now...”

“Last I heard she was working for the Behavioral Analysis Unit at the FBI but was recently killed under suspicious circumstances.” At your expression, he continues. “We know she died during a scuffle with Doyle and there was a funeral but we are yet to have a death certificate on record. Sometimes it take anywhere from a week to a month for us to receive proper records on agent deaths. I thought that-”

“Stop, talking.” You cut him off through gritted teath.

Italy - Autumn 04′

“What is your problem, Lauren?” You’re out on the patio in front of the pool on a warm day. Lauren has a four course meal on the table, courtesy of the chefs.

“Nothing...” She shrugs with a mouthful of strawberry.

“You want me to leave.”

Another fucking shrug.

“Be serious.” You’re trying to stop yourself from stomping your foot.

She puts down her food and clasps her hands together. “Yes I want you to leave.” You watch as she gets up and smooths her skirt; taking your hands in hers. “Your time is thinning and you’ve been her a lot longer than me.”

“And leave you here alone? No way, I know you’re invincible but even Superman had his down fall.”

“Superman?” She loops you in closer. “Why not superwoman? Awfully sexist of you.”

“Oh, shut up.” You nudge her back a bit. “But wouldn’t you miss me?”

She gives you one of her wide smiles. “Let me show how much I’d miss you.” She leans in for a light kiss against your lips. You pull away quickly so as not to be seen. El, like the letter, picked out a blind spot that’s covered partially in shadows. “I have to leave in 15 minutes but until then...” She trails with a very telling expression.

“Where?” You laugh. “Not in the second floor bathroom again because that was...tight.”

Her perfectly plucked eyebrow arches upward, “And you were loud!”

You hop past her to sneak a grape. “Hey! You do know that was mine, right?”

“What are you going to do about it, Superwoman?” You turn to grab another grape, while doing so you feel her presence behind you. “Don’t start something you can’t finish, L.”

“Oh why not?” She lightly trails down your backside. “It’ll be so much fun.”

You turn back to her. “Ten minutes?”

“In the library?” She smirks and you nod along.

Virginia - present

This four hundred dollar airplane ticket is going to serve its purpose but paying it back is going to suck. Your government salary was nice and all but $400 is still a lot.

Just two days before, you rushed around you place to pack all of the essentials for a quick flight to Paris; charger, hygiene, two outfits, and the pin all tucked into a stylish backpack.

That brings us here, standing in the streets of downtown Paris alongside the buzzing mopeds weaving through the streets. In front of you is the little café Elle would go on and on about, naturally this is the first place you could think to look.

You didn’t even know what you were looking for. The woman you fell for was a brunette with light curls and bangs.

You were looking for Emily. The woman Lauren introduced you to. The woman you grew to love in the same way you love Lauren, but Lauren is dead. Has been for awhile, now its time to find Emily. Your Emily.

You find nothing, no one who even slightly revels Emily on your first day there. So you find a hostel to lay your head in and continue on the next day. Again and again with the same routine for five days straight.

You wasted all of your time here for what? A memory? A dream? Two woman who no longer exist on the same astral plane as you?

That’s when you see it, a head of dark brown hair a few tables ahead of where you’re standing. With all hope lost you almost think its a mirage.

You sit a few tables ahead of her, careful to keep your face hidden. When the waiter comes around to take your order you give him very specific instructions.

Emily’s POV

Being a dead woman is lonely and isolating...at least the coffee is good. The waiter who dropped off the hot beverage not too long ago has circled back with a cheese croissant in hand. That’s odd, I hate cheese croissants. “Cette personne là-bas m'a demandé de te livrer ça.” That person over there has asked me to deliver this to you. He points over his shoulder to a person who’s face I can’t quite make out. “Ils m'ont également demandé de vous donner ceci.” They also asked me to give this to you. He reaches from his front pocket and softly places a silver clover pin that I haven’t seen in years, and a pressed Violet. I can feel the air drain out of my lungs at the objects in front of me. “Merci beaucoup.” The only person who knows what these objects mean are Doyle and-

At the sense of being watched my head shoots up at the source. At first there’s nothing there but then I spot the familiar figure. Its been weeks since I’ve actually seen them, it can’t be. I must be seeing things. Closing my eyes and taking in a deep breathe, I open them to see that they’re gone.

“Boo.” I hear in my right ear; looking up to see y/n standing beside me with a bright smile.

“You scared me!” Realizing how loud I am, I take a breath.

“Miss me Elle?” I left you behind, twice. I died twice without letting you know. You’ve had to start over too many times and its not far.

“Y/n, how did you find me?”

“Really, Elle. Did you really think I’d fall for that party trick you pulled at the BAU? I’m not dull, and besides,” Y/n/n gently puts their hand over mine on the coffee mug. “You’re my Superwoman, you’ll never die.”

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kakashi-tsukuyomi · 3 years

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The Perfect Gift

A/N: Part two of my Christmas gift for the writing community I’m part of -- @konoblog-simps ! I wanted to do another group favorite other than Kakashi, and Madara is one. To be honest, writing for Madara had been very challenging. But with the help of my friends, it came out nice! Thank you to my lovely beta-readers @tachibrii @madaras-housewife and @titanialev . And for the insights on Madara, as well! Love you guys.

Pairing: Madara x Female Reader; Modern AU Warnings: Mentions of stroke, hospitalization. The rest is pure fluff.

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A bell-like sound goes off, and you hurriedly run to the oven. Wearing your mittens, you carefully open the door and gingerly take out the tray of freshly-baked cranberry and chocolate chip cookies. Placing them on the counter, you transfer the cookies onto a cooling rack, the delicious smell of the pastries filling the kitchen.

Opening the cupboard, you take out the empty boxes and start assembling them. You are in quite a rush to finish packing the cookies this afternoon. You have received quite a number of orders of your special cookies -- which is quite famous in your circle of friends -- and have to deliver all of them at the end of the day. After assembling the last of the boxes, you dash towards the drawer and take out the roll of ribbon.

But there is also another reason why you are hurrying to have them all delivered today. Apart from the income you have recently received from your job, you have been accepting orders of pastries for extra money to save up for your husband's Christmas present. The man demands nothing less, and as the loving wife that you are, believe that too. You have currently saved up enough for it, and with the income that you'll be receiving from this last batch, you'll finally be a step closer in getting that special gift you believe he deserves to have. And it's exactly 2 days before Christmas, and time is running fast. You need to buy that gift right away.

The laughter of your two little girls echo in the living room as they run around, wielding the toys your husband bought for them just a week ago. You smile and chuckle at the memory. Coming home from a business trip, Madara would always make it a point to bring home gifts for his two daughters. You always thought he is a little bit indulgent to them, but that's always been the way Madara is: albeit strict, he is a doting father, and a devoted husband to you, as well.

And as if on cue, the front door suddenly opens, and a tall, long-haired man in suit and tie appears in the living room. "Daddy!" Your two children drop the toys to the ground and dash towards their father. "Welcome home!"

He picks both of them up with his strong arms, and the two children cling to their father as he peppers their faces with kisses. "How are my two little princesses?" he asks, and he sets them both on their feet. The two girls giggle and recount to him their day, telling him of the imaginary adventures they had as they played with the toys he has recently bought them. "We love them so much, Daddy," they gush, and the youngest picks up the stuffed animal and hugs it tightly. Touched, Madara laughs and places his hand on your youngest's cheek. "Of course, anything for my two sweet princesses. But I bet you'll love my Christmas presents even more."

From where you are, you can see the faces of the two girls light up as you hear their squeals of delight. You smile at the sight, and turn away to place the cookies inside the boxes. You are too preoccupied with the task that you do not notice someone entering the kitchen, and when you finally do, you find two strong arms wrapping themselves around your waist.

"Welcome home, darling," you greet him as he places a kiss on your cheek. "How was your day at work?" He eyes the cookies as you continue placing them in the boxes you've prepared. "It was okay," he replies, "Are those the ones The Miyazakis ordered from you?"

"Yes," you nod as you close the lid of the last box of cookies. "I'm nearly done and I need to take them to their house today. I'll be quick and will be back before dusk." You reach for the ribbon and wrap it around each box. As soon as you are finished, you gather the boxes in a large basket, and after cleaning up the mess in the kitchen, soon head out towards the Miyazaki residence.

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The Miyazakis loved the baked goods. They thank you for delivering them, and in their joy and gratitude, insist that you bring home an expensive bottle of champagne for you and Madara to enjoy. As you sit in the back of a taxi on the way home, you smile to yourself, feeling very happy. Not only did you satisfy your customers, but you’re also very near in reaching your quota for Madara’s Christmas present. And tomorrow, as you receive the final payment for your baked goods, you will finally be able to buy your gift for him. At the thought of this, you remember you have somewhere else to be so before heading home, you ask the taxi driver to drop you off at the shops near the town square.

The taxi cab pulls over beside a sidewalk fronted by a line of shops. After paying the fare, you get off the car and walk towards the shop in front of you. Stopping in front of the large storefront window, your face instantly glows as you stare at the item before you. Sitting on top of a velvet cushion just behind the glass was an elegant, luxury watch. The case is platinum with a sapphire-crystal case at the back, and the strap is made of alligator skin colored in shiny navy blue. The crystal is blue-sapphire with a beautiful astronomical design, illustrating the exact configuration of the nocturnal sky in the northern hemisphere and showing the apparent movement of the stars and the phases and orbit of the moon. For weeks, you have been eyeing that watch every time you pass by the store during your errands. You believe it’s the perfect gift for your husband, and you can already imagine how it would look perfect strapped on his wrist. A superior watch for a superior man; nothing less for a man of his stature. You are so busy admiring the watch before you when you don’t notice someone approaching you. “Y/N, is that you?”

The voice breaks you from your reverie, and you look up to see the warm face of an old woman you are familiar with. “Mrs. Fujiwara!” You exclaim, smiling at her warmly. “How nice to see you here.” Mrs. Fujiwara smiles back, “It’s nice to see you also. How are you and Madara? How are the kids?” Your heart warms even more as you fill in your older friend about your family. Mrs. Fujiwara is your neighbor and a dear friend of the family, and you have considered her more than so. In the early years of parenthood when you needed someone to watch over your children as you went to work, Mrs. Fujiwara willingly filled in the role, looking after the two girls as if they were her very own grandchildren. You inquire about her husband, and she responds that he’s doing well, so much that he lately disregards the doctor’s advice and overindulges himself in his favorite food.

Mrs. Fujiwara chuckles and turns to look at the luxury watch behind the glass. “I saw you admiring it. Is it for Madara?”

You nod at her, feeling excited. “Yes, I’ve saved up so much for it. I want to give him the best gift this Christmas. I’m planning to have it reserved tonight so I can buy it tomorrow when I receive the rest of the payment from my sales.”

“That’s really lovely, dear. I think it would look really good on him,” Mrs. Fujiwara smiles, and continues, “Well, I shouldn’t stall you anymore. It was nice catching up with you, Y/N. Merry Christmas!”

“Merry Christmas!” You smile and wave back, and as soon as Mrs. Fujiwara walks away, you proceed to enter the store. As soon as you are finished reserving the watch, you leave the store and hail a cab to take you home.

Later that evening as you were preparing for bed, you feel Madara’s arms once again wrapped around your waist. “Mr. Miyazaki called me just now,” he murmurs in your ear as he buries his face in your hair, “just to tell me that they loved the pastries you made. I��m very proud of you, darling.” You smile at the compliment, and he buries his face deeper in your hair.

He lowers his head slowly and brings it to your shoulders. “I’ve also already bought the perfect gift for you,” he murmurs against your skin as he places a light kiss on your bare shoulder. “I hope you’ll love it.”

You smile even more warmly, and you move in his embrace to face him, “I’m very certain I’ll love it, darling. Anything from you, I’ll treasure it dearly.” You cup his face with both hands, and you stare lovingly in his eyes. “Actually,” you lean in and murmur in his cheek, “I’ve also already picked out my gift for you.” You proceed to kiss his cheek, slowly making your way to his lips. “I hope you’ll love it, as well.”

“Mmhmm,” he hums as your lips finally reach his, and he reciprocates, his hold getting tighter around you. As his lips move against yours, you smile at the thought of the gift, feeling confident that he surely will.

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The next day, after completing all the chores you needed to finish, you set out to buy the gift. The remaining payment has already been deposited to your account, and you let out a sigh of relief and excitement. Finally, you’ll be able to buy that gift, and just in time for Christmas, as well. You ask the taxi driver to pull over in front of the shops, and you step out and walk towards the watch store.

As you approach near the store, you see a familiar figure walking towards you. You recognize them as Mrs. Fujiwara, and you instantly wave and smile at them. However, your smile slightly falters as you notice the distraught expression on her face. Immediately, you hurry towards her.

“Mrs. Fujiwara,” you speak softly yet urgently, worry creasing your forehead, “is something wrong?” Mrs. Fujiwara’s glassy eyes drift from an invisible goal before her towards your worried ones, and her expression becomes even more desperate.

“My husband,” she chokes, trying to stifle a sob, “he had a stroke…”

You cover your mouth with your hand, pity and worry taking over you. “How is he right now? Where is he?” Mrs. Fujiwara shakes her head, and you desperately hope he is alright. “He is currently at the hospital now,” your older friend whispers, tears already forming in her eyes. “The doctors said he would need to undergo surgery, but how can we even afford that? Our only son already has enough on his plate, we don’t want to burden him even more…” She trails off, wiping a tear now rolling down her cheek. She continues, “I left him for a while in the hospital with my son, and now I’m going around asking for help from friends. I-I’ve been able to collect only so much, but I-I know it’s n-not enough…”

Your heart tugs painfully as you watch Mrs. Fujiwara finally unable to hold back her tears. You want to help her -- this kind lady who has unselfishly helped your family countless times, whom you and Madara already consider as family -- and to ease her suffering in any kind of way that you can. But you know that words alone won’t comfort her now, and no matter how much you can try to reassure her, it is not something that her family needs right now. A thought suddenly crosses your mind, and you feel yourself shift your feet uncomfortably upon thinking of it. To give in to that thought would mean to forego all your plans, and your heart aches at the thought of seeing a disappointed look on your husband’s face.

But here before you is someone dear to you who is in need, whose husband’s life is hanging on a thread. Somebody who had willingly and unselfishly volunteered to make sure your young children were looked after and protected as you and your husband had to fulfill your obligations at work. And at your very core, you have always believed in helping make the world a better place, and this includes helping people especially when they need it the most. A trait that you can never change about yourself, a proof of your kindness which also made Madara fell for you.

Slowly and instinctively, you feel your hand pull your checkbook out of your bag. “Here, please accept this,” you offer to her after you have scribbled on a blank cheque and ripped it off the checkbook. You hold the piece of paper with both of your hands, your head slightly bowed, waiting for her to take it. “I know it’s not much, but I hope it can help…” Mrs. Fujiwara stares at the piece of paper on your hands, and lifts her head to look at you. “My dear, but, isn’t that…?”

“Y-yes,” you confirm, your head still bowed down, “I-I was able to save this much. Please accept it, Mrs. Fujiwara.”

“But, how about your gift to Madara…” she trails off, her hand on her chest. “I simply can’t, Y/N. You worked so hard to save up to buy Madara’s present. I can’t just take that from you.”

You raise your head a little, meeting her gaze. You smile at her warmly and reassuringly, resolve already taking hold of your heart. “That’s fine, Mrs. Fujiwara. I can just get another present for my husband. I’m sure I can find one here. But right now, you and your husband need this. Please, I insist,” and you hold out your hands even further as you bow your head again, your simple action imploring her to take it.

This time, Mrs. Fujiwara breaks into sobs, unable to control her emotions anymore. With trembling hands, she takes both of your hands in her own, her gratitude and relief showing clearly with the way she grips them. “I c-can’t thank you well enough,” she sobs, her eyes looking into yours with such overwhelming joy. “Really, Y/N. Thank you very, very, very much…” As soon as she releases both of your hands and takes the check from you, she pulls you into a grateful hug. You hug her back, also happy to have helped her. But somewhere in the back of your mind and in the corners of your heart, you worry how you can possibly get a gift for your husband now that Christmas is only a day away.

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The rest of the day has been very busy for you as you make preparations for Christmas dinner later in the evening. Running errands here and there, you barely have time to think about what alternative gift you can buy for your husband. And as soon as you arrive home, you have been so preoccupied with preparing the meals that the thought is just pushed in the back of your head.

Christmas Eve dinner has been splendid, and your family love the meals that you have prepared, earning praises from both your husband and daughters. As soon as dinner is finished and you are clearing the table, your two daughters ask your husband excitedly if they can stay up late and open their presents at midnight.

“Not tonight,” Madara tells them, but you swear you notice a hint of nervousness in his tone. “You can open them in the morning. Now off to bed, my sweet princesses.” And he ushers them to their room as you continue to clean up the dishes.

As soon as you are finished in the kitchen and have cleaned yourself up, ready to retire for bed, Madara approaches you, holding an elegantly wrapped box in his hand. You feel yourself freeze momentarily on the spot -- remembering the gift that you have failed to get for him -- as he stops in front of you, holding out the present towards you.

“I couldn’t wait ‘til Christmas morning. Merry Christmas, darling.” Gingerly, you take the box from his hands, cradling them gently in your own. You stare at the present on your hands, and slowly tore off the wrapper, revealing a rich velvet box. You let your fingers linger for a while on top of it, and carefully, you open it.

Inside the box is a beautiful chevron diamond necklace, with brilliant round diamonds arranged in a prong setting. You let out a soft gasp, lifting your eyes from the jewelry and on Madara’s face. He stares at you expectantly, his gaze intent, and there is a hint of hopefulness in his eyes as if waiting for a favorable response from you.

“Well, do you like it?”

Your feel your throat constricts as your eyes start to water, and you can only nod at him in affirmation. You swear you heard a sigh of relief come from him -- although barely audible -- and he takes a step closer to you. Taking the jewelry from the box, he moves to your back, and after sweeping your hair behind the shoulder, carefully puts the necklace around your neck.

You glance down at the jewelry resting just above your chest, your fingers caressing the small round diamonds. You feel too overwhelmed by the sheer beauty of it, by the thoughtful gift. You imagine Madara visiting every store, going through a vast collection of jewelries, meticulously looking for that perfect necklace as he takes into thought your preference. His fingers linger on your skin for a while, and you finally manage to speak, voicing your sentiments as you whisper, “I love it…”

He brings his face to your hair, and he leans down to speak to your ear. “Actually, darling. I have another gift for you.” Two presents? You marvel internally. Once again, you feel his strong arms wrap around you, and he tells you that he has booked the whole family that vacation you’ve always been dreaming about.

This time, you can’t control it anymore. Tears roll down your cheeks and turn into sobs, and you feel your whole body shaking in his hold. He turns you around, his worried eyes searching your face. “Is there something wrong, darling?” For a moment, you catch again a hint of nervousness in his tone, and you worry that he might have thought you did not like the gifts.

“No dear, I love them,” you start before he can say anything about it. “I think they’re perfect.”

“Then why are you crying?” His hold around you becomes tighter, and you can feel the worry in his voice becoming more evident.

“Oh, dear…” You break into another sob, and you stifle the next one as you struggle to explain. “I am so sorry… Your present, I…” You break down again, and he waits patiently until you have regained yourself a little.

“You see, I...” you explain to him, “I was supposed to buy your present earlier today. I-I found this really beautiful watch and f-for weeks, I’ve been saving up to get it for you for Christmas. But t-then, as I was about to get it this morning, I s-suddenly ran into Mrs. Fujiwara and found out h-her husband had a stroke. S-she said he has to undergo surgery, and they didn’t have any money to pay for it, so I…” You lower your head and look down, avoiding his eyes. “I-I gave them the money I earned from my sales, the m-money that I was supposed to use to buy your present.” Your voice trails off in a whisper, and you find your throat constricting again. “I am so sorry, Madara. I wanted to g-get you another present, but with all of the preparations, I w-wasn’t able to. I-I ruined your Christmas. I’m a horrible wife.”

Tears uncontrollably make their way down your cheeks once more, and you feel too embarrassed to even look at him. As you move to break away from his embrace, suddenly you feel his arms tighten around you, not letting you go. “Y/N,” Madara whispers, “look at me.” You brace yourself for the words that will soon come after, and hesitantly, you lift your eyes to meet his.

Bewilderment takes over you as you are taken aback by the intense yet soft, loving gaze your husband has on you. Slowly, he brings you closer to him, burying you in his chest. “That is fine. I am not bothered by it.”

“But I wanted to give you a perfect gift,” you sob into his chest, your hands gripping his shirt tightly.

Slowly, he pulls away from the tight embrace and with his one hand, places it on your cheek and lifts up your face to look at his. “But I have already received the perfect gift,” he whispers, lightly wiping the tear on your face. “I have you and the two girls. You are my world. What more can I possibly ask for?”

An immense warmth takes over your heart as you look at the man with love and gratitude. You wonder to yourself what good you must have done to deserve this man. He pulls you into another embrace, placing a sweet kiss on your forehead. “I have everything I need right here,” he murmurs against your skin. As you bury yourself deeper in his embrace, you smile to yourself, contentment and happiness filling your heart.

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nitaescence · 6 years

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Romantic Surprise

Pairing : Idol&Boyfriend!Seokjin x Vlogger&Girlfriend!Reader

Genre : Vlogger!AU; Fluff

Word Count : 1.5k

Request —

Seoul, South Korea – 2021

Day 1 – 9:14 AM

House

“Hello!” You wave at the camera with a bright smile. “Today finally came. I thought this week would never end but we're finally off to Italy! Please cheer with me!” (sound effects of people cheering)

[cut]

“We're supposed to get to the airport in half an hour and my suitcase is still a mess. I'm gonna tidy everything's up and be back recording again.”

[Your usual travel vlog intro starts playing]

Airport

You spend most of your time filming around until you're eventually close to get on board.

You film your boyfriend who's playing some games on his phone. “Baby, say hi!”

“Hi.” He repeats without looking up. A smile curves the corner of his lips when he sees your unfazed face, “Hi!”

Plane

*We're off!!*

Outside the Airport in Rome

You just got out of the plane and it's already very dark outside.

“It is currently ten pm and I wanna crash. But I'm so happy to finally be able to see Italy.”

Hotel Bedroom

You plunge onto the bed face first along with the camera and stay still while Seokjin arranges your suitcases and bags.

“Don't sleep. We're going out to eat.” You hear him warning.

Rome

Day 2 – 10:02 AM

“Good Morning guys. It's a beautiful day and we're starting our weekend with some breakfast and then we'll go visit around some historical places and most probably try different things to eat.”

“Yes! Don't forget the shopping part.” Cheers Seokjin very loudly.

“Of course!”

[cut]

Pastry Shop

Sitting at a table, you film your boyfriend ordering your food. “Look at him. He can't take his eyes off the pastries.”

[cut]

“Show us how good your Cannoli is...”

He contorts his face comically until you laugh.

[cut]

“I chose to have … What's it called again?”

Seokjin replies with his mouth full “rruttii-ho-nne”

“...Right.”

You laugh at him and wipe some cream left on the corner of his mouth.

[cut] “We also got some fresh juices.”

[Time lapse] You spend the rest of your day visiting landmarks, buying some souvenirs in markets, taking pictures and naturally stop by a pizzeria, filling your day with fun, laughters and good memories.

Day 3 — 5:37 PM

Earlier that day you traveled by plane to Sicily where you were able to go snorkeling and discovered the local flora and fauna. You ate and came back to the hotel to take some rest.

Bedroom Hotel

Seokjin appears turning the camera on. He pulls the window door until it closes and takes a seat on the chair in the balcony.

“Wow, look at this sunset. Beautiful.” He zooms in on the orangey pink sky and then turns the camera back again.

“Okay... How do I proceed...” He looks around, wondering, “Right now, she is asleep inside the room. I hope she won't come out before I finish this.” [cut] “Tonight... I'm asking Y/N to be my wife.” [cut] “I've been looking forward to do this since a long time now but I also want to do this right and as I imagined it... I made reservations for one of the nicest restaurants in Rome which has a great view overlooking the city and other surprises.” [cut] “I'm doing this right now because I now I won't be able to get a sentence straight.”[cut] “No one knows about it, except for my family, not even yours- do I say you or her or...” [cut] “I'm gonna go with you.” [cut] “It's been a real struggle to keep this only to myself but I'm happy I get to propose to you in this beautiful setting.” [cut] “I don't how many times I almost dropped hints that you never noticed. Thankfully. But yeah... Even now I have to keep my voice low so you won't wake up. I haven't been waiting all this time for it to be ruined just now.” [cut] “I'm so scared and so excited and …”[cut] “I just wished you knew how happy you made me feel all this time we spent together, how much I love you and how honored I will be when you chose to say 'yes' to me and I know the best is yet to come for us.' [cut] 'I remember the first time I saw you and you were this cute, shy, gorgeous girl and I knew I wanted to know more about you. I feel so lucky to have found someone like you and that's something that I'll never ever, ever take for granted. There's no one I'd rather spend the rest of my life with.” [cut] “I've never been good with words but I hope it’ll be enough for you to say 'yes' to me tonight.” [cut]

09:43 PM

Restaurant

Now dressed-up as Seokjin has expressly required, you're finally settled at the table he's asked for and able to enjoy your delicious dinner.

“So here's what I got. And this is Jin's.” The camera films the plates filled with food. “And now, we're gonna enjoy our meal!”

After a while, a man with a guitar comes by and starts playing for the customers.

“Hey! That's our song, isn't it?” You recognized the melody and look behind you towards where the sound is coming from. Your boyfriend only smiles back at you. “That's so weird.”

Then the guitarist comes your way, closer and closer to your table and Seokjin understands it as his cue. He gets up and takes the camera with him.

“Where are you going?”

You watch him hand the camera to a waiter who's appeared behind your boyfriend. He whisper a couple of words in his ears and the man moves so he gets a better view of you and Seokjin. You can't help but smile nervously, wondering the logic behind all this. Seokjin turns around and goes to take your hand.

You stand up as he wishes you to do and still in front of him. Your smile slowly fades away and your eyes widen as he gets on one knee, revealing to you the brightest of diamonds you had ever seen in your life.

Your hands go to cup your face and your vision becomes blurry the more you take in the situation. You're pretty sure now you face is as red as the little box he's holding expectantly in his hands.

“Y/n, will you do me the pleasure of becoming my wife?”

Seized with emotion you only manage to nod your head very quickly and Seokjin finally smiles, delighted. He stands up to put the beautiful ring on your finger and eventually takes you in his arms under the cheers and clapping of people surrounding you. You kiss each other several times, unaware of the rest of the world for just a moment.

Seokjin goes to take you camera back while you sit back down and slowly regain your composure.

Your fiancé sits down as well and holds the camera to film the two of you.

“She said yes!!”

You're still wiping your tears away, “How could you do this to me? Look at my makeup!” You joke unable to stop smiling.

“Show them the ring.” He moves the device close to your hand.

“This feels so surreal.”

“Now I feel a lot better. I feel like it finally lifted a weight off my mind. I was just so anxious about it.”

“How could I say no? Of course I'd say yes. You're the love of my life.”

You kiss each other lovingly.

On the Streets

Walking back to the hotel, you film the end of your video.

“I could hope to end on a happier note than this. [cut] I feel like I'm still dreaming. [cut] I knew Italy would be awesome and now it turned out … I don't even have any words for it.”

“Incredible?”

“Magical. Perfect.” [cut]

“We're lucky the waiter recorded it all good enough.”

“Yeah. How did you manage to get him and the guitarist?”

“I phoned the restaurant and they told me they were used to these kind of events...”

“Wow. You did a great job. A perfect job... How better can a proposal be?” Seokjin leans in to kiss you on your hair. [cut] “Do you realize we're engaged?!”

“I know!” He shouts back with a big grin.

“I'm engaged! I can't stop looking at the ring.” [cut] “I don't think I'll be able to sleep tonight.” [cut] “Alright, I'll end the video right now, since we've come at the end of our wondrous trip. Today has been quite tiring and overwhelming. I love you! Bye!!”

[You made a sequence of pictures from that unforgettable night as the outro of the video with your favorite song playing in the background]

Masterlist

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corporaof · 7 years

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Clumsy and Clumsier

2.2K | Namjoon x Reader The tale of how a clumsy couple came to be.

This is not the cliche love at first sight type of story. At least not in the traditional sense one imagines it to be. It was a bit of a mess, actually. Namjoon is the epitome of clumsiness. Everyone who knew him would agree, probably nodding their heads aggressively or giving the all-knowing look of ‘duh, it’s Namjoon’. Often people correlate clumsiness with being somewhat cute, but they fail to remember that it essentially means destruction. “Just don’t do anything!” “Wow you’re amazing. How’d you break that?” New sunglasses? It broke while he was trying it on. New artist toys? Somehow magically missing a part when he is pretty sure it was there when he bought it. Walking? Proceeds to trip over nothing. The list is endless. “Hyung, what are you going to do when you get a girlfriend?” Yoongi responds for him, “He’s going to break her too.” Namjoon doesn’t know why he is a ‘destroyer’ himself. He could just be standing still and somehow break the floor. It was an intriguing concept to him as well. He didn’t understand how it was even possible.

The first time he met you, you were a part time worker at his favorite cafe. Your two paths having not crossed till that day since you usually got shifts when he wasn’t there. Or maybe he just never really paid attention.

The buzzer rang indicating his order was ready. You handed him his drink, which he grabbed, your hands gently brushing each others. He makes eye contact to thank you but sees your cheeks turn red and thinks its because of the touch. Your blush makes him wonders if you’re a fan until you unknowingly correct his thoughts. “Excuse me, the buzzer…” Realization dawns on Namjoon. The klutz forgot to bring the buzzer. “Oh!” He runs to get it leaving his drink on the counter. He returns extending his arm to hand you the buzzer and in an instant his drink is spilled. He is so used to the idea of him being the cause of every clumsy move, his lips prepare to form the words, ‘I’m so sorry,’ but he looks down and remembers he never extended his arm to you. You had accidentally reached over too enthusiastically and tipped over his drink. Sincere apologies spewed out of your mouth as well as a promise of a freshly made drink and a pastry on the house. From then on, you could say a little seed was planeted. Namjoon unaware of it. Having no feelings about the encounter and not even a name to the face. \ The second time he saw you was coincidental. It reminded him once again how small the world really was or it maybe its just Seoul. He breathes in the crisp morning air that’s evident before dawn approaches. Feet guiding him around the neighborhood, trying to get a clear mind. Headphones on, the music playing calming him a bit. It was early in the morning, but Namjoon hadn’t gone to bed due to stressing over how to get the song he was trying to produce to sound right. Too caught up in thinking about the song, he didn’t realize there was another early bird on the streets until awhile after, although they might not be an early bird and just had trouble falling asleep like him. He doesn’t know how long the person was walking in front of him, but he continues to stare. He did always enjoy people watching. He observes the person. They had their earphones in probably listening to music as he sees their head gently bobbing along to whatever song they were listening to. ‘I wonder what kind of song it is,’ he thinks to himself for your movements seemed like you were lost in the music. A new song starts playing on his phone. The familiar intro gets him to unconsiouclsy start bobbing his own head as well. Both sides of his mouth start rising slightly then, realizing how similar the both of you probably looked to a bystander. Headphones in, bobbing along to music with both hands in your pockets, both wearing a navy sweater and jeans. He was the mirrored image of you. He was too busy watching you his feet naturally started to follow. He finally looks up taking in his surroundings and realizes that he had no idea where he was anymore. The only person around, being you. He begins to get frantic because he had an appointment to get to soon. The music stopped. He looks down at his phone and is met with a black screen. ‘Great. My phones dead. What am I going to do now?!’ Lightbulb. He decides the only solution is to go up to you and ask for help. “Ouch!” Namjoon must have bumped into something whilst walking towards you. He does often get lost in his thoughts. However, he realizes you are the one that walked into him, your face hitting his chest. “I’m so sorry! I didn’t see you there.” “Oh, it’s fine.” You look familiar to him, but he can’t pinpoint where he knows you from. In the midst of his thinking, you had already started walking away from him. He snaps out of the thoughts realizing he needed your help. “Wait!” \ The third time he saw you was at the market. It was late at night. The boys had gotten back from a schedule and hadn’t eaten dinner yet. Jin decided to cook dinner for them, but realized he was missing an ingredient and had asked Namjoon to go buy it. Of course he refused, stating he isn’t even good at cooking and doesn’t know where it’d even be, but Jin argues that he is too busy cooking and he should just go do it. That’s how he finds himself at the market, currently lost. Surprise there. To put into perspective how lost he was, he was looking for something that is in the frozen section in the produce section because produce is refrigerated too, right? Looking around mindlessly, he sees a familiar back. Still staring at the stranger, he witnesses them reach out for a pear. Only to have grabbed the wrong one. There is no right and wrong in produce, unless its rotten, but this was clearly the wrong choice as what happened next shows. All the pears that had been stacked nicely in a tall pile proceeded to all fall to the ground. Until you were standing in a pile of pears on the floor. Frozen still because of the unbelief that this did not just happen. Your arm was still reaching out with the troublesome pear in hand. Namjoons smiles (also, internally laughs) at what happened because he is all too familiar with the feeling you were experiencing currently. You were now scrambling with arms full of pears trying to stack them back up. “Here, let me help.” Face to face, he finally recognizes you as the one that helped him find his way a few months ago. “Oh, you!” Redness covers your face, at Namjoon’s realization. It was embarrassing already that you ruined the piles of pears. But to have it witnessed by someone and that someone being the person you’ve already made a fool of yourself in front of three times now was an embarrassing moment indeed. \ Namjoon was in a cafe trying to get some work done. Face scrunched and eyebrows furrowed at the noisy cafe disturbing his concentration. He usually went to his favorite cafe, where you were a barista, to work in a private room, but it was packed so he had to settle for another cafe nearby. Covering his face with his hands, scrunched over the table. He jolts as he hears a cup drop and something slide across his table. Reflexes acting quicker than his mental processing, he firmly places a hand on his laptop before it could fall. You had managed to trip over his laptop cable. Thankfully, Namjoon saved his laptop before it could plummet to the floor. But you do spill his drink in the act. “Oh my gosh! I am so sorry!” Too distracted, clearly, you hadn’t realized whose laptop you almost broke. Finally making eye contact with the victim, you are mortified. 'Why is it him again.’ “Oh, its you,” Namjoon says in a surprised tone. He recognizes his voice was higher than usual. But you don’t. “Oh no!” Ouch that hurt a bit. Were you not happy to see him? Was he a jinx?! Wait, why did he even care? Napkins laid out on the mess you created. You pat down the table. “Oh gosh. Again I am so sorry. I’ll go get you another drink now.” You stop midway cleaning and line up to order a drink before Namjoon could protest. Placing the new drink on his table, “I am so so so sorry! Enjoy!” You quickly run off to find a table after dropping off his replacement drink. You need to go to the furthest table and hide from this stranger because you are apparently his demise. Being distracted by your clumsiness, you look around and realize the only available seat is a table next to his. Of course. Great. Thank you. The one person you did not want to be anywhere near was the one person next to the empty table. Begrudgingly you walk back over and try to hide yourself from him with the effective tactic of facing the ground. You don’t feel any eyes on you so you silently rejoice at your success and start working. “No drink?” An exasperated sigh leaves your lips as you prepare yourself to kindly tell the stranger whose trying to hit on you that you do in fact have a drink so they should leave you alone. Instead you come face to face with him again. Your eyes widen. “Here.” He places a cup in front of you. You look at your table and see only one cup of coffee on the table. That’s odd. You were sure you ordered a drink. But you hadn’t. Too flustered by spilling his drink, you frantically ordered a drink only for him. Failing to get yourself a drink and also failing to realize you hadn’t. “Um thanks for my drink by the way.” You see the guy you’ve been running into the past few months rub the back of his neck as if he was slightly embarrassed. Oh. Right. “No problem. Thanks for mine.” Reminiscing the (fourth) time he met you. He recognized you immediately that day at the cafe. How could he forget someone who was possibly more clumsy than him. And when you had ran off without waiting to hear a thank you he giggled to himself. You were a cute mess. He shook his head while smiling for you had ran off when the only available table was the one next to his. He even had to “fight off” someone else who was trying to take it before you came. That is the way he tells the story at least. He stares at you taking in all the details of your face. The way your lips curved. The almost unnoticeable scar on your nose. The little mole beneath your left eye. And the way your eye glistened back at him with a questioning gaze. “We’re made for each other.“ He says before you could tell him to stop staring at you. You wait for him to explain the random comment. “Two wrongs make a right.” The space between your eyebrows scrunch up, giving him the look you give people when they don’t make any sense. He just smirks and goes back to his book. He can just imagine how your facial expression looked now. Probably with a confused expression that then morphed into a shocked and upset expression towards him for acting like nothing had just happened after he was the one that disturbed your reading. He waits for you to try to gain his attention. “Namjoon, why is there a crack on the table?” Whoops. “Ugh. I knew we shouldn’t have bought a glass coffee table. It was a disaster waiting to happen.” You think back to your boyfriend, telling you to buy the table to adorn your apartment and how he insisted it would be fine since you both were mature adults that weren’t clumsy anymore. Right. “I’m sor… Wait how do you know if it was me? It could be you, you know.” “What?! It was you!“ “No, it was you!” “You!” "You’re the one that broke the coffee machine last week.” “That was you! I broke the rice cooker.”

The day you finally met his close friends was filled with more clumsy acts. “Why are you so nervous?” Namjoon was currently fidgeting in his seat facing away from the door with the guys sitting around him. They were all at a private cafe so Namjoon could finally introduce you to his close friends. “Hyung, don’t worry. If she makes you happy, that’s all we want.” Jimin says reassuringly, placing his hand on Namjoon’s shoulder. He smiles in return thanking him. That’s when the sound of someone entering the cafe is heard. Footsteps quick paced followed by a screech of someone’s sneakers, the kind they make when they meet the floor too quickly often times the result of a fall. The sound of something dropping is heard after. Your phone. And then a little while after that the sound of clanking is heard hitting the floor. Your keys. “Dang, what a mess.” He turns to look at who Yoongi was commenting on and is met with you in a disheveled state. “That’s Y/n.” He smiles. The younger ones look and cannot recall a time his smile was a big as the one he had staring at you. The older ones in awe that he found someone like you. “Wow, she’s perfect for you.” “You’ll both destroy the world together.” Yoongi admits.

#bts scenarios #bts #bangtan #namjoon scenario #rap monster scenarios #namjoon #rap monster #knj

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bmaxwell · 4 years

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Number 20: Night in the Woods

Like books and movies, video games are an escape. Forget your own problems while we show you someone’s problems! Sure, Australia is literally on fire, an incompetent shambling monster is trying to start WWIII, my kids can’t get through a week of school without a call from the principal, and we’re one missed paycheck away from financial disaster, but Mario has a princess to rescue and a an evil dragon turtle to defeat. So ba dum bop ba dum ba BOMP.

I gotta tell you, dear non-reader, sometimes that shit don’t cut it. Sometimes I want to curl up with a game that is rooted in some sort of reality with relatable problems that don’t involve shooting a bunch of enemies, or moving the blocks in the right order.

Night in the Woods presents the story of a 20 year old girl named Mae who abruptly quit college and came back to live with her parents in the failing mining town where she grew up. She’s also an anthropomorphic kitty cat, but that’s irrelevant (truly). The town is kind of like she remembers it, but some of the old shops are going out of business or are already gone. And her old friends are there, but they’re not quite the same either. Her parents are loving and happy to see her, but they want some answers. What happened at school? Mae isn’t ready to talk about it, and her mom eventually demands answers, bringing up the house mortgage and the predatory school loan they took out for her education.

Mae’s mom is working at the local church. Dad is working the deli counter at the grocery store (the Ham Panther, one of many fantastic business names in the town of Possum Springs). You run into unemployed and underemployed people in town. The surreal experience of coming back home is captured really well here.

You spend much of the game deciding how to best waste your days, choosing between hanging out with Gregg or Bea. I initially hung with Bea for my first time through the game because Gregg seemed like kind of a spaz. And he is. Bea seemed like she was having none of Mae’s shit, and I was intrigued because she seemed kinda bitchy early in the game. There’s a scene where Bea is giving Mae a ride home; Mae asks how Bea’s parents are and Bea responds by pulling over and telling Mae to get out of the car. “Oh! Uh, my house isn’t for a few blocks yet actually.” “I know where you live. Get. Out.”

It turns out that Bea’s mother died a few years ago while Mae and Bea were in high school, and Mae kinda forgot about that. Mae is kind of a fuck up a lot of the time, but that’s one of my favorite things about the story. Mae isn’t the hero swooping in with the perfect choices to fix everything. She can’t do that. She’s lost and overwhelmed. Bea has to run the family hardware store because since her mom died, her dad has been in a bad way. She wants more than anything to get away from Possum Springs, so seeing Mae get a chance to go college then drop out because “things didn’t work out” makes her understandably disgusted with Mae.

I played through the game a second time to spend time with Gregg instead of Bea. First off, Gregg rulz, ok? He’s super excited to see you back in town. He works at the Snack Falcon, lives with his boyfriend Angus, and has cups on his ears. He takes you out behind the store to smash fluorescent light bulbs with a bad, and takes you out to the woods to play knifey-stabby. Which is fun and all, but I was surprised when he opened up about wanting to leave Possum Springs for a more gay-friendly town, expressed doubts about being good enough for Angus, and hinted at having bipolar syndrome.

One of my favorite scenes in the game involves Mae, Gregg, and Angus going out to Donut Wolf for some pastries. Gregg and Angus are going, Mae invites herself along, and Angus is very cold and shitty toward her. Not knowing how to deal with the tension in the room, Mae excuses herself to the public restroom and proceeds to destroy the place. Afterward Gregg and Mae have a heart to heart where Gregg says “I can’t go back to being who I was in high school, Mae. You have to let me change.” And Angus, despite being more of a side character, might be my favorite of the bunch. He’s quiet and intelligent, and opens up with some stories about his childhood when you spend some time with him.

There is a surprising number of hidden little side stories that require you to be in the right place at the right time. The game unfolds against the backdrop of an air of impending danger, as the group finds a severed arm outside the cafe one night. Mae also has disturbing dreams every night where she’s running through a dark town seemingly searching for something. The dichotomy of drifting through your days and trying to enjoy yourself while attempting to forget the impending doom coming your way feels very familiar to me. The cast and dialogue are the star of the game for me, though I did enjoy the story.

The town of Possum Springs feels so authentic to me. The way every character in that town is written feels convincing and not forced. The music is a big part of the game’s aesthetic of melancholy dark humor with a tinge of rebellion sprinkled over the top. It could have easily ended up a snarky, jaded production but this game has heart. I feel like I understand everyone of the main characters in the game. Mae’s morning chats with mom and late night talks on the couch with dad feel like a slice of life. Few games have moved me the way Night in Woods has. I’ve played through the game three times now, and will likely do another at some point.

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whigmaleeriewriter · 7 years

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QUERENCIA // 01

m/(n) a place where from where one’s strength is drawn, where one is their most authentic self

A/N: Hello. It has been a while. I have one answer: School ¯\_(ツ)_/¯. But I truly sorry that I couldn’t post this earlier. This is a birthday present for @donttellme-byebye / @xtaetae. Whose birthday was in April. Today is 18th June. Heh.

Really though, this fic is my baby, I’ll protect it until my last breath. I’ve never written something this big, and I’m proud of myself (even if it did take me this long) So I hope you guys like it. HAPPY LATE BIRTHDAY BB~

Words: 8.6K (!!!)

Pairing: Kim Taehyung/ V X Reader ; Park Jimin X Reader (yay! love traingle)

Warnings: Self-deprication (?) Abandonment, Dark thoughts (( I really want this to be effective but I really don’t know what I can add ))

You blink up at the bleak ceiling, what can you see of it; the moon is your only lamp. The only sound you can hear is that of the ticking clock. Tick tock, tick tock, tick.

Also of the party downstairs. The party downstairs. An engagement party, a dance party, a bachelor party, a get-drunk party, a birthday party.

Tick tock, tick tock, tick tock.

Whether or not there’s a cause, there still a celebration.

Tick tock, tick tock, tick tock.

That might even be better than having a cause. Simple. Enjoying the booze, enjoying the music, enjoying the feel of someone beside you, the feel of a random smile thrown your way just…because.

Tick tock, tick tock, tick tock.

You consider calling him. You can, you certainly can. The phone is right there, his number being the only one other than your grandfather’s and the takeout guy’s. It would take exactly three taps on the screen. What would small talk would you have to endure? What would you say after?

Hi, I’m okay(ish) How are you? Of course, all must be merry with you. The weather is perfectly alright. Classes are going well; the business is going well. I would love to meet up with you both (and your dog hopefully) but I don’t think I can make it. I have a big project and the shop…. Yeah, maybe another time. When Pa is feeling better. Yeah, it’s been nice. Oh, must be date night, haha. I-uh, would love to talk more, but I think Pa’s calling. Yeah, have a nice time with her. Bye. (friend)

Or maybe the excess medication flowing through your bloodstream will loosen your tongue.

Hi, I’m feeling utterly miserable and the only thing that has even a sliver of a chance to make me feel normal again is your voice. The weather is as wretched as I am, and the classes would be immeasurably better if we could get high off suppressed giggles together instead of taking notes. But, no. It is not my pleasure and intention to meet you and my flawless (former) friend. I’d rather it be you. And me. (And your cute dog). At the shop. Snipping stems, and humming Symphony No. 7. Are you going to the fair for a date? I wonder if you remember how much I love cotton candy. Don’t buy her any, please. I want to talk more. Till my heart can’t beat and my arms can’t greet, I will still want to talk. But this feeling, I don’t know what, is slaughtering my soul more than when you left and I can’t talk. Irony at its best. So, I take my bow now with grace (or so I hope) and I will proceed to fall asleep with all the thoughts in the world or no thoughts at all. Bye (impossible lover).

Or maybe you will do what you have always done this time of year. Bake a cake for your grandfather– and to share with the watchman – wash down a sleeping pill with a swig of fancy wine and fall asleep with the hope for a dreamless night.

Tick tock, tick tock, tick -

The walk to class is a foreseen quiet one. Hi to the security guard, hi to his dog, hi to the cat on the wall.

Class is class. Intriguing as always, but not enough today. Not enough to stimulate the grey cells. Especially when you can very clearly hear the data about the events at a certain gathering passing completely throughout the lecture hall.

Would you have gone, though? If you were given the opportunity, would you have dressed up (or fashionably dressed down) and gotten drunk off throbbing EDM?

It doesn’t matter. You repeat it to yourself the whole bus ride to the shop. It doesn’t matter because you weren’t invited. It doesn’t matter because you would have sat on the terrace the entire time listening to muffled conversations. It doesn’t matter because you would fall asleep with the same thoughts again.

The moment you swing open the door of the shop, a familiar cry of your name reaches your ears. “Y/N!” You hear footsteps padding towards you and you immediately brace yourself. Just in time, too. The very next moment the breath is knocked out of your lungs.

“You know what day it is right? It’s my birthday!” Your shoulders relax of their own accord. He’s okay. The only thing that keeps you going is knowing that your grandpa is smiling and healthy.

Your lips lift up in a grin, the only time you don’t have to force it, “Happy birthday, grandpa!”

The moment you’re both seated behind the counter, you notice your grandpa’s eyes scanning your backpack. While meekly twiddling his fingers, “You must be busy, and I shouldn’t want too much, but did you get the chance to-”

His face brightens tenfold the moment your fingers slide the pastry box out of your backpack.

“Y/N! You shouldn’t have! You should concentrate on yourself, not this old geezer,” he says, all the while proceeding to get plates and forks to from the back room.

Much like last night, the only sounds you can hear are the ticking of the clock, the occasional flashes of the traffic signal at the curb, and the rustle of leaves and stems throughout the store.

There isn’t much movement outside. Whether it be road traffic or pedestrians. The unwelcome weather – which is showing no signs of departing – is frightening the people away with its icy tendrils. But it’s definitely your favourite time. You’ve always loved flowers, adored them to no end as a child. But you especially love sitting in the store because your grandfather’s arrangements always leave you amazed. His arrangements feel like they’re trying to say something. Every time. You always try to achieve that emotion in your work, but it always seems off to you.

Looking around now too, it feels like you’re the only one tongue tied in a room filled with unspoken, hushed conversations. And unlike your cramped, flustered memories of high school cafeterias and gym classes, being here makes you glad to stay mute and listen to the conversations from the side.

You’re shaken out of your reverie by the tinkling of the door. A boy, if you can call him that, enters with almost every inch of his body swathed with clothing. You make your way to the front of the counter by the time he’s done with removing his mask and beanie, from under which golden brown hair tumbles out onto his forehead.

“What can I help you with?” You can tell your smile is forced and you try your best to make it genuine.

By his expression, you can tell he has just noticed you. “Oh… isn’t he-?”

That means he knows grandpa. That means he’s a regular. Which is weird. He’s too young to frequent a florist. He looks your age, in fact.

He’s speaking again before you can even think of responding, “He must be asleep, it’s okay. I’m here to collect a bouquet. An order was placed an order yesterday under the name Kim T.” A soft smile is gracing his features and you feebly attempt to mimic it.

He ordered a bouquet? Which is weirder. The shop mainly gets mass orders here.

“Sure, I’ll be right back with it.” You head to the backroom or the “assembly hall” as grandpa likes to call it. If the order was placed yesterday, your grandpa must have prepared it this morning. You find the lone bouquet sitting on a huge sack of fresh cut lilies. Your grandpa has even inscribed something in neat print on a card. You pry your eyes away from it, not wanting to intrude on this Kim T’s privacy. If that’s even his name.

You examine the bouquet before heading back out and it manages to take your breath away, as usual. Judging by the peonies and tea roses interspersed with stalks of heliotropes, the bouquet is for an anniversary. Most likely a marriage anniversary – which is highly unlikely, because the guy looks your age, and there’s no way he’s married already. Then again, you have enough experience to know anything can happen in this world.

You find him by a vase of daffodils, long fingers gently brushing the petals, with the fast falling evening sun creating a halo around him. You have to say, it’s a nice sight.

You begin to clear your throat, but he notices your arrival before you can. He turns around with the same smile on his face, and you can’t help but wonder how he does it. How can one person keep it on for so long?

You hand him the bouquet and begin the billing process at the computer while he observes it. From the corner of her eye you can still clearly make out the grin on his face. It’s refreshing to see someone appreciate art, especially when you relate as well. So this time, after you return the change, you smile genuinely.

The smile morphs into surprise when he says, “These are beautiful. Wish the crazy florist a happy birthday from my side, and also tell him I’ll be back tomorrow with his present.”

So, he is quite a regular. “I-yeah. I’ll give him the message.” After an exchange of bows, he’s headed to the door.

You open your mouth again, and it almost slips out, “Hope your wife likes it!”, but he’s already disappeared down the street by then. You bring your lips back together and only then do you notice your outstretched hand. You slowly bring it back to your side swiftly, staring at it in wonderment. Were you trying to wave? Were you ready for a hand shake? Also, why are you so hetero-normative? Either way, the shop certainly seemed brighter than it had this afternoon.

“Did Tae Tae forget my birthday?” You swivel around in your chair and find your grandfather frowning at the door.

For the third time today, you smile. “No, Mr. Kim T. said he would come by tomorrow with your present.”

“Oh thank god! He promised to get me Bundt cake. And even high yield seeds for the yard!”

Wow, they must know each other really well. “That’s really nice of him, grandpa. How come you’re such good friends?”

“He comes here every week. A weekday usually– Wednesday or Thursday – which is why you never run into him. Takes some flowers for the house, sometimes for friends and all.” Your grandfather now stands beside the very vase ‘Tae Tae’ stood by. Your lips twitch, just a bit. “What a nice kid really. He goes to your university too. His major, is uh… who are those scientists that experiment with plants and things, what is it, er-” He trails off, searching for the right word.

“A botanist?” He nods vigorously after you supply the answer. “That’s how he can get you high yield seeds, huh?” More nodding.

“His stuff works wonders, Y/N. Remember those petunias I planted last fall? Even after using the humidifier, they refused to sprout. A week after I mentioned that to Taehyung, he came around with a fertilizer. Worked on it himself, he said. And it worked! Grew like nothing I’ve never seen before after that.”

Kim Taehyung, huh? “That’s really nice, grandpa. I’m glad you have someone to talk to when I’m not around.” Your smile goes wistful and so does his.

“Of course, I miss having you around, but I don’t want you to feel bad at all, dear. You need to go to college and live your own life. The fact that you call every morning and come here so often is more than enough for me.” His wrinkled hands reach forward to softly pat your shoulder. “Y/N, I know you well enough to know how you feel about all this. But please don’t feel like you’re not doing enough, okay?”

“I just want you to be happy, grandpa. That’s all I want.”

The moment the bus door opened, tiny legs sprinted across sidewalk.

“Look at what we made in school!” You lifted up the bead necklace up like a tournament trophy. Jimin and Yeeun consecutively held up their necklaces as well, pride gleaming on their faces.

“My oh my. They sure are pretty. Are you sure you made them yourselves?” Your grandfather teased, patting all three of your heads.

“Grandpa!” The three of you whined with utmost precision. After receiving only a chuckle in return, all of you took off into your house, leaving your grandfather to water the plants alone. Bags discarded at the dining table, you headed into your room.

“I know what will make it even better!” You smacked your supply box onto the desk and fished inside until you found the object of your desire – the glitters. Pudgy fingers worked together with quiet devotion until the necklaces gleamed brighter than a magpie’s nest.

Satisfied smiles were passed through the room. After slipping them on, you led the way to the backyard, to resume the game of pirates you had halted yesterday.

You lifted your hand up as high as you could – ready to reach the sky – fingers clasping an elusive sword. An attempt and a half at a menacing laugh later you shrieked, “I, Black-Beard the Dark, am here to challenge you, Prince Chim Chim the Just! Duel me now or be ready to surrender your treasures.” A slight pause on your part after a gasp from cowering Princess, “And that includes you beautiful bride!”

That cued Jimin wielding his sword and promising to protect Yeeun at all cost, with his life if needed.

Yeeun’s words of encouragement filled the yard along with the chirping of the now emerging summer cicadas.

You clashed with the expertise gained through uncountable previous pursuits of the sort.

In the end, Jimin stood over your ‘fatally wounded’ self and pretended to swoop Yeeun away on a white stallion. Which, none of you ever noticed, was quite the odd sight for the middle of the ocean.

The moment you wake, you’re sent into a wave of unfamiliarity. The ceiling is different. After a few more elongated seconds, the ceiling is what tips you off; you’re at grandpa’s apartment. On drawing the curtain and swinging the window open, you reach the conclusion that the arctic has definitely decided to set up shop in the city. Maybe even a mall. You couldn’t be happier. You would be glad to attend its five-year anniversary if it ever came to be.

You used to consider it a bother, the same way everyone not present in this street does right now. You’re probably generalizing to a zenith never achieved before but a majority of people love summer the way you now love winter. A few revolutions ago, you too partook in frivolous engagements with your friends, enjoying the blaze of the summer sun on your skin. But it is a time you do not feel the urge to retain memories of.

After running through the morning basics and stuffing your face with the omelette and toast grandpa left in the kitchen, you make your way down to the store with a surprising spring in your gait.

It does not go unnoticed by your grandfather. “What’s up with you today?”

The first smile of the day dawns upon the room, “I don’t know. Maybe the frost brings it out of me, grandy-papa.”

“Anything it takes for you, I guess.” Giggles pass and you titter with excitement for something you have not planned.

Conversation goes on as usual, you help with the new shipment of flowers that arrives, clipping stems and thorns, then with making lunch, all with a giddy smile on your face. The entire day seems new, and you’re scared of it. More than being afraid of the tasks you’re doing, what’s scaring you is the novelty of the entire situation.

The bells at the door ring, and you start, the silence disturbed. Your grandpa greets the newcomer. Must be the delivery guy, you decide, so you don’t even bother taking a peek through the curtain that separates the shop from the backroom.

That’s why you downright jump in place when your grandfather cries, “Y/N! Look at who’s finally graced us with their presence.”

It’s Kim Taehyung, looking even more snowman-like than yesterday. He renews his ever-present smile when you enter, and to your surprise you find, there is no need for you to force one on as well – you simply grin wider in acknowledgement.

“He really got me Bundt cake! And the pea seeds!” Pointing at the bubbly paper bag resting on the counter, your grandfather looks more thrilled than a five-year old on Christmas.

Finally done with the process of peeling off his tightly wound scarf, he responds “Of course I did. I said I will, didn’t I?”

Their conversation continues, and you spend the time studying this guy your grandpa is so taken with. He looks normal enough. But you really can’t tell if he’s a serial killer from observing him. Yet.

This appraisal of him continues. You notice how bad it is outside only when he picks the beanie off his head and snowflakes glide through the air to reach either his shoulders or the floor. It makes you feel weirdly sympathetic, judging from the fact that you were trying to gauge if he was planning to kill your grandpa a few seconds ago.

“Do you… would you like some tea? It’s quite bad out there.” An alarm sets off inside you. What are you even attempting here? But it seems the blaring ring remains confined to you and only you, everything is all smiles with the males.

He responds immediately, “I would really appreciate that, thank you.” Your grandpa follows, “Can I get one too, please, my favourite grandchild?” Then directed at Taehyung, “Y/N makes the best chai. You’ll never like any other one after you’ve had hers.”

You smile at both your grandpa’s antics and the compliment, “But my favourite granddad, you can’t have milk or sugar. So, no chai, only lemon tea.”

Your grandfather attempts a pout, confident you won’t be able to fight it, “Pretty pwease, Y/N? You’re my favourite grandchild, can’t you please let me have a cheat day?”

He’s confident in his pout, but you’ve got experience, “Grandpa, I’m your only grandchild, don’t try that on me. Do you want me to make tea at all?” You catch Taehyung snickering openly behind you.

You turn around to face him when he speaks, “You know, I’m okay with tea without milk as well. Anything warm will do.”

“You’re such a good guy, Tae Tae.” Grandpa is quick to land a clap on Taehyung’s back. Tongue poking out, he wiggles his finger at you, directing you towards the stairs.

Eyes screwed close to shut with rage, you head up to the apartment.

The moment you notice the mess you’ve made in the kitchen, the craziest revelations hits you. Are you grandpa jealous?

No. That’s absurd.

You’re left pondering this while the tea disappears from the cups. Light conversation trickles on until the sun looks ready to retire and you’re forced to get up and turn the thermostat up. By the time you return, both your grandfather and Taehyung are standing, brushing imaginary crumbs off themselves.

You watch quietly as Taehyung bundles himself up in god knows how many layers. He really does look like a snowman. A tall one, at that.

“I’ll take my leave then.” You hold in a snort. What is he, fifty? “I hope you like the cake.”

He’s about to shut the door behind him when he turns back around, even though his face is covered by a mask, you can tell just from his eyes that he’s smiling, “And thanks for the tea, Y/N. Maybe I can get a taste of that chai when this lactose intolerant guy isn’t here to whine.”

You simply grin and Taehyung chuckles on his way out when said whiner yelps, “Hey, I’m right here!”

So maybe we will meet again, Kim Taehyung.

“Guys, can I be something else today? I’m don’t want to be the bad guy all the time. Just…” Tired. Tired. Tired.

“Don’t be silly, Y/N! How else can Jimin save the damsel in distress?” Small giggles.

“Just for this one time!” Please. Please. Please.

“No, really, just this one time! We can decide something else for you tomorrow.” Secret smiles.

“Okay. That’s cool.” Not. Not. Not.

You stay with your grandfather for the remainder of the week, and there is absolutely no need to justify it. It’s all because though you can resist his pout when you keep ice cream away, the art of battling the simple smile he gives you morning you’re to leave is something you’re yet to master.

It’s a small -okay- quite a hassle to get to campus, but you haven’t felt this cheerful in such a long time, and you’ll do anything to keep it this way. Eating grandpa’s poor rendition of what he says was your grandmother’s award winning recipe of French toast. Watering the plants in the yard before heading to the bus stop. Smelling like honeynectar in all your classes and actually humming along with the radio while making dinner.

Kim Taehyung remains a pleasant dream in your memory until one evening when you spot your grandfather fussing over a flowerpot, dirt flying everywhere.

Giggles bubble up in your throat, “Grandpa, why in the world have you picked today to search for fossils in the kitchen? In a flowerpot of all places?”

“I’m just planting the pea seeds.” Dirt kept flying onto the newspaper laid on the counter. “After they sprout, I can take them to the yard.”

A simple ‘oh’ left your lips.

That Kim Taehyung hasn’t showed up again. Do you want him to?

It’s almost a week into November and three weeks later when your path crosses with Kim Taehyung.

No matter how much you’d love staying at your grandfather’s place, you do have to go back to your apartment. The store is in downtown, and university on the outskirts. That’s the only reason you moved onto campus in the first place.

Like an addict facing withdrawal symptoms, your entire vision seems to go saturated. Everything you do seems so useless. It seems useless to wake up, it seems useless to eat breakfast, useless to go to class, useless to set an alarm for the next day.

Like any other day, you face the world with your stomach full of soggy cereal. Morning classes are the bane of your existence, but you make it through without any scratches. You don’t what strange twist of fate it makes you head to the café on campus rather than the mess for lunch. But it’s where you see Taehyung, palms wrapped around a cup of what looks like straight up black coffee. The café is pretty cosy (and equipped with ample coat racks) but he has chosen to keep his coat and beanie still on.

His attention is completely on the papers strewn across the small table, so you sneak to the counter, place your order as quickly as possible and sneak to a corner booth. You bring out your textbooks and notes, but all the while, you’re left contemplating whether to approach the guy or not. A few minutes in to play reading your material, it strikes you – why should you even talk to him? It’s not like you are friends. But he makes grandpa happy….

Before you can decide on what to do, your order number flashes on the screen at the counter. You fly up from your seat, hoping to get there before they call out your name. But, shit, did you seriously have to pick that booth? The barista can’t even see you walking there. You flinch as your name is called out. It doesn’t escape Taehyung’s notice. His eyes shoot up from the paper in his hands and fix onto the counter. You grab your tray and keep your eyes trained on it, hoping (fingers crossed) he doesn’t initiate anything as you cross his table.

“Y/N!” You stop in your tracks, relax your damn shoulders and turn around, forcing a smile.

“Taehyung! Hi, I didn’t see you there.”

A narrowing of his eyes is enough to tell you he doesn’t believe one drop of it. “Really? You walked right by me.”

A sheepish grin is all you give in return. You formulate words to get you out of this situation, out of his gaze.

“Won’t you sit down?” He cocks his head to the side, as if that’s something natural you should be doing.

All former plans scrapped, you’re left stranded without an answer. “Uh, well. I can’t intrude, you look busy.”

“Would I be talking to you if I was busy?” Well you can’t argue with that. You recede with an “Okay, sure.”

After setting your tray on the table, you head back to the booth and pack your backpack. By the time you’re back, Taehyung is talking to someone his phone in a low voice and has cleared everything save for his coffee, his fresh bowl of salad and your food.

You sit down and begin eating in silence, staring out on to the street the entire time. You think of something to say once he’s done with the call, but you come up with nothing at all. Soon, you chow through an entire sandwich, watching the traffic outside.

You get so lost in thought that you don’t even notice when Taehyung says his goodbyes and places his phone on the table.

“Why do I get the feeling you don’t like me, Y/N?” The question is asked over the rim of his cup. It feels like his gaze could cut you, and he probably notices your hesitance, because he lowers it, and smiles again. That bloody effortless little smile.

Well, two can play this game. “I don’t know, Taehyung, maybe you’re not trying enough.”

A quirk in his eyebrows. “Let’s change that, then.” A squinting of your eyes. He continues, “What’s your favourite colour?”

Looking back on this a few days later, you realize it’s probably very rude of you, but the moment you register his words, you’re bent over laughing your heart out. A few seconds of open mouthed laughter later, your eyes meet his again, and thankfully, he’s amused.

With a bit of effort, you manage to get a few words out between giggles, “Sorry, you caught me off guard.”

“It’s okay.” He’s grinning, waiting for you to catch your breath. “Mine is green, by the way.”

You cool down by then. Now that he’s shared something, maybe you should as well, “Blue.”

He’s surprised with your simple answer. Maybe he wasn’t expecting anything, especially from your hesitance. Nevertheless, you’ve got his attention now.

And it is this attention that has you looking right into his eyes. “Why?” You ask. A simple question, too simple even. You open your mouth to clarify, but he’s responding before you can.

“It’s pretty basic for a botanist, but I just feel at ease around plants. And in turn, the colour green, I guess.” A genuine smile graces your lips for the first time in days.

“You’re just like my grandpa, you know.” It’s just an observation, but it makes his face light up.

He doesn’t say anything after, but you understand his silent question quite easily, “Blue really calms me down. And it also might have something to do with the fact that grandpa had this weird commitment that he would have a grandson and decorated almost the entire house with blue.”

A bout of light hearted laughter passes, and with it, so does the awkwardness. Neither of you share too much, or too less. You find out that he’s majoring in Biophysics and minoring in horticulture. He finds out that you live on campus and work at a restaurant (without your grandfather’s knowledge) and have already begun paying off your student loans. He in turn, reveals that he too lives on campus, with a roommate majoring in music composition. A few more exchanges of the sort, and you’re running out of time. It’s truly a wonder, how time has skipped the notice of someone who )wants it to pass with the swiftness of light itself.

You explain the circumstances – class followed by a presentation – and say your goodbyes. You’re almost at the door, when Taehyung clears his throat. You turn around with your hand on the handle, expectant.

“Will I, can I ever get a taste of that chai of yours?”

“Come by some time.”

High School was awkward for everyone. Puberty had just struck, and was far from completing its task. One begins seeing people in a different light around that time. And It was no different for you. Only, you wished you accepted the new feelings, and hell, you wished you noticed them at the least.

Any school dance was a nightmare for introverts, and the Sadie Hawkins dance was the zenith of your horrors. What made it even worse, it was the first dance to be held for your grade. Ever.

After an entire day of contemplation, you make up your mind. That afternoon, you and Jimin had volunteered to weed the garden while your grandfather and parents were visiting your relatives. Granted, you were in sweatpants and probably had dirt all over you, but it was the perfect opportunity.

“You heard the announcement today, right?” You tried your absolute best to sound as casual as possible, but you really couldn’t help the slight quiver from entering your words.

“Oh yeah! I’m kind of excited actually.” Your eyes almost burned when you looked up to see his smile. It only prompted you to reflect the same back at him.

“Me too!” You took a deep breath, readying yourself to finally speak you mind. But that chance was taken from you.

“I’m going with Yeeun! We were in history class when the announcement was made, so she asked me there.”

You didn’t know how to react other than with a simple “Oh-!” Jimin was as oblivious as the weeds you were plucking out.

Were you truly disappointed? Even when he said it, you weren’t as shocked as one would expectedly be. Even when you decided to ask him, you had a nagging feeling it wouldn’t work out. Even when you found out about the dance, you felt like your ship had already sunk.

“Who are you planning on asking?” His voice was laced with pure mirth, contrasting with the tedious task at hand.

At first, you planned on creating a reality of weddings and travel to a new land, especially since you were looking at him and he was glowing. Absolutely glowing with anticipation. But then, you looked away from him, and his clear innocence, and it was suddenly very easy to be selfish.

Still staring at the ground, afraid to look back him, you spoke with a newfound knack for the art of theatre, “Well, I was going to ask someone, but he’s already going with someone else. And I don’t really want to ask anyone else.” For someone who was questioning their own feelings and afflictions at the time, you played the part of hurt victim very well. Yet you tried to alleviate the situation, “I’ll probably volunteer as MC or something.��

Though you tried to cover it with your half-assed attempt at reducing the weight of it all, it seemed you had already awoken the unnecessary guilt within Jimin. You (almost) regretted saying anything at all the moment your eyes met his now burdened ones. You knew him well enough to see his inner turmoil through his very breath. But you kept it to yourself, you could not after all, reverse time at will.

“The Musketeers are a unit.” He trailed off, took a deep inhale and continued, a slight mist in his eyes, “We can’t leave one behind, right? Yeeun and I won’t go either. I’m sure we would’ve gotten bored anyway.”

You protest, again, half-assed, and look away. Look away and maybe you won’t feel as terrible as you should.

The Friday after your chance meeting, on the way back home, you stop by the supermarket to restock your supplies (which mainly included three types of tea leaves). You make a cup for yourself and you’re pleasantly unsatisfied. You make a few more cups, one with ginger, one with lemon, masala, cardamom. With each cup you place in the sink, you’re convinced that pleasing your own palate is the only goal of this endeavor. Finally, content with the results, you go to sleep with the scent of chai clinging to your very bones.

Saturday morning is spent cleaning the storefront windows, smearing each inch of the glass with solvent; your eyes focusing and refocusing on the street ahead. Saturday afternoon is spent climbing down from the apartment to answer make believe bell chimes and mythical customers. Saturday evening is spent peering down from the parapet scanning the evening pedestrians for a familiar face, while absentmindedly sprinkling water on the herbs you were tasked with. Saturday night is spent trying to scrub the smell of tea leaves and false hopes off of you.

Sunday is mainly spent glaring at any one who happens to enter the shop and stabbing lunch with a vengeance. Come Sunday evening though, and you’re racking your brain for the best recipe you tried out.

Because he’s here, all smiles and apologies – couldn’t get out of a group project all week. This time he’s welcomed with not one but two pairs of warm arms.

Another duel between your grandfather and you ensues, and is cooled down by Taehyung. He throws a sheepish grin to your grandpa, and directs his words to you “I actually would love some of that chai, Y/N.”

Hence, with a wag of your tongue at your grandfather, you head the kitchen. Once there, it takes you all of five seconds to decide that you’d make plain old chai after all.

Your grandpa glares at - first - the smoothie you hand him and then at yours and Taehyung’s tea for the entire evening. The evening that is filled only with cheer, heavily contrasting the stark bleakness of the pure white world, visible only through the (sparkling clean) windows. You never want it to end. But when he does have to leave, he leaves with unspoken promises of meetings to come.

And he fulfils them. And again. And again. Like the first time, rather than the middle of week – between classes and labs – he makes his trip to the store during the weekends. For a split second, you think this change in his timings is because of, well, you. But you immediately laugh it off.

If the weekdays are when you face withdrawal symptoms, these weekends are your cheat days. Or even, you get drunk on the weekends and face your raging hangover during the week.

Each weekend you discover a bit more of the treasure trove that is Kim Taehyung. You’d have it no other way.

You stared at the DVDs stacked on the coffee table – on loan from a classmate. You glanced at the oven timer, which was ticking down the time left for your grandpa’s casserole to roast to perfection. You tried to ignore the sickly buttery scent that had spread through the house. You settled on watching the second hand on the wall clock tick down the minutes until your impending death. 6:19, an hour and eleven minutes for the dance to start.

You were contemplating the amount of time it would take one to get dressed when your grandfather burst into the living room, soda bottles in tow.

“These are the ones you kids like, right? I bought a few, in case you didn’t like a certain one.” Maybe he noticed the downcast expression. Or the eyes that looked like a deer in headlights. “Honey, Y/N, are you okay?”

The dam broke. Tears and choked gasps filled the room. “I’m sorry! I’m sorry, grandpa, I didn’t mean to hurt him!”

You vaguely remembered your granddad sitting you down on the couch, and asking you something. You ignored it all. “Call them. Tell him I’m sick, that we can’t…tell them to go to the dance.” You contemplated for a second and you realized that won’t wouldn’t work. “No. Tell them, tell them we have to meet grandma at the hospital or something. If he knows I’m not well, he won’t go. Tell them, grandpa. Tell him.”

The stringent tone probably did the job. Your grandfather scrambled up to the phone. He reached Jimin’s mother and relayed the news quickly, thankfully, and sat beside you. “Y/N, you know, I don’t what that was about, but you’re going to have to talk to me about it.”

“I know. Just… I just… don’t let him come here.”

That night, as you laid on your bed, you decided to never, ever take advantage of a situation, no matter how selfless someone might be. Because all it would prove, was how selfish you really were. The cat would really be out of the bag, then, wouldn’t it?

The holiday season is approaching, and fast. On the negative side, that means approaching deadlines and approaching hair loss. On the positive side though, it means infrequent classes and more spent with your grandfather. It is only a given that your meetings with Taehyung have increased as well. His classes have completely ceased and he has only lab work left to do.

Though time spent at your grandpa’s feels like a surreal dream, your days back at your dorm room make you numb. So much so, that you sometimes have to stop yourself, physically, from getting up and leaving class. Today is on the dark end of the spectrum, so you head to that little café again.

Ever since fateful last minute decision that day, you’ve been coming back here. Always taking a peek in before even crossing the road. When you don’t recognize any one (which is every single time), you heave a sigh and walk in, though you’re not sure if the sigh is one of disappointment or joy.

Today, you don’t sigh, or even peep inside. Your bones are begging for respite and your stomach is growling for food. You settle yourself at the counter and order. When the barista serves your food with the usual smile, it doesn’t occur to you to smile back.

Nothing else to do, your mind wanders outside. The supermarket on the other side of the road is packed, even for mid-day in the middle of winter. So is the café, more people keep streaming in and none seem to leave. A draught of cold air is the last thing you notice before your eyes shut on their own accord and you take an impromptu nap with your head resting on the counter.

The café is close to empty when you wake. You rub your eyelids, trying your best to purge the remaining bleariness. The barista approaches you with a smile, not so practised this time. You reach for your bags immediately; he’s probably kicking you out or something.

He picks up on your movements, “Hey, no big deal, you can stay. I’m here to deliver something.” You fix him with a stare. “From Taehyung, relax.”

Your single-minded glare still doesn’t evaporate. He continues, “He came in two-ish hours ago. You were knocked out even then. Before he left he gave me something and asked me to pass it on.”

He brings the said ‘something’ out from under the counter, and the hostility finally leaves your features. “And she finally believes me!” The barista – Hoseok, by his name tag – grins wide.

You take it with a small thanks and head out. Thankfully enough, though slightly weird, it seems warmer than the afternoon. The entire ride back, you spend trying to decide which vase you’ll use for the bouquet. It’s unnecessary to say you scared a few people on the bus with your infinite grin.

Your eyes were wet. Wetter than the ocean itself. They had been for the entire day. It surprised at first, how many tears were rolling out. You don’t remember when you had a sip pf water last. Yet the streams kept flowing.

You could say your graduation gown was ruined.

In utmost clarity, you could picture your eagerness for today – graduation, free from school, onwards to college and your life. You scoffed at your ignorance. But you understood, ignorance is bliss. If it was possible, you’d give anything to keep the knowledge you now had out of your reach.

The knowledge being your grandmother passed away early this morning with your grandfather at her side. With no sign of you. Because when your grandmother called then, wanting to meet you before today’s ceremony, you sighed – exasperated – and said you’d meet her after. I need some sleep, granny. I had a long day. And handed the phone to your grandpa.

That tiny little act of selfishness. Why? Why did you take advantage of the situation? Again? You really didn’t learn a lesson, after all. Your walls were cracking. Worse, in a few moments, they would crumble altogether. Now everyone could see the true you.

The arrival of Taehyung’s bouquet of flowers has brought about changes. Two, to be precise, both welcome and unwelcome. For starters, the presence of the flowers has made you notice the lack of flowers of them around the apartment. So a few days ago, you had lugged a few flowerpots back from the store and set them up around the house, each stationed like guards holding down the fort.

The unwelcome change, though, you’d rather ignore it a while more. But it seems like you’ll have to accept it today.

You swing your legs from the counter as you snip the leaves off of rose stalks. You kept silent for the last week, but you can’t anymore. “Grandpa, has Taehyung come around this week?”

“No, Y/N, he hasn’t. But” he adds, “It’s just a few days, he’ll show up sometime.” He looks so unaffected by it. Is this normal? Does Taehyung go off the radar like this often?

You know you’re toeing the line of suspicion here. “Shouldn’t we call him?”

“I would, but I don’t want to bother the kid.” So, he has his number. “It’s finals week, isn’t it?” You nod. “Then, he’s probably busy with that.”

Snip. The last leaf from the bunch falls off the stem. Much like the conversation.

Okay. Taehyung can do whatever he wants. He can show up whenever, leave whenever, disappear whenever. He’s not responsible for anything here, and certainly doesn’t need to do anything to please others.

The night you go back to your apartment, you can’t help but sneak glances at the various flowers around the house. It’s almost as if you expect a certain someone to manifest in their place. A bunch of tea roses catches your attention and takes you back to the day you first laid eyes on Kim Taehyung. You take slow steps towards it. You run your fingers through the leaves. This too brings back an eerily similar image of your outstretched hand.

What were you planning to say then? ‘Happy Anniversary?’ No. No, you almost said, “Hope your wife likes it.” Which is almost infinitely worse. What if he has a husband? You should stop going down that hetero-normative track before you offend someone. What if he isn’t even married? But the flowers in the arrangement were very specific. Ok.

Even if he is, who were you to him say that? Think about it? Worse still, how did you manage to get so attached even after knowing he had someone waiting for him after he left you? Wouldn’t this desk look better empty? It definitely would. What would these roses look like on the pavement? Leaning down from the window facing the street, you decide they look perfectly miserable there.

You sleep facing away from the window, hiding your damp cheeks from the moonlight.

Your eyes were dry. Drier than the desert itself. They had been for the entire day. It surprised you at first, the lack of feeling in your eyes. You don’t remember the last time you felt anything. Must be the shock, you told yourself. Yet you and the voice in your head both know very well; you got over the shock a long time ago.

You could say everything was ruined.

In utmost clarity, you could picture your eagerness for today – university, free from this town, onwards from these memories, to life at your dream college with your best friends. You scoffed at your ignorance. But you understood, ignorance is bliss. If it was possible, you’d give anything to keep the knowledge you now had out of your reach.

Yes, you could say everything was ruined. But you really couldn’t bring yourself to give a single fuck.

You basically move back with your grandfather for the holidays. Taehyung is still missing in action. Thanksgiving is spent on the terrace, eating chicken instead of turkey and sipping on lime soda. Every day is spent in monotonous repetition of every other day. Wake up at 5 AM, get ready, make and eat breakfast with your grandpa, prepare the batch of flowers that arrive, and so on.

To someone observing your life your afar, it might seem you exchanged a dreary life during the semester for an equally bleak life at the shop for winter break. But really, you’d make the trade any day. Studying design at university is great, you picked it after all, but honestly, you’d lost the spark long ago.

Once in a while, you picked yourself up long enough to impress your professor(s). “So much potential, Y/N. I don’t know what’s holding you back,” said almost all of your teachers at university. “Maybe you should find yourself a muse. A muse to you push the talent out of you.”

Little did they know your muse is 3000 miles away, spending his days creating art with his own muse.

For now, you got your supply of happiness from the shop and spending time with your grandfather. You’re ready to spend any free bit of time with him, and you thank the universe for every chance you get.

And who is to say you’re bored? With all the practice you’re getting, your grandpa claims you’ll make better arrangements than him one day soon. You doubt it, but you continue practicing everything. If anything, it helps keep your thoughts at bay.

Day by day, the flower arrangements get grander and more frivolous. Counting down until three days before Christmas when you wrap them up and pack them in boxes, to be sent across the country. Your grandfather would follow them in a more passenger friendly plane. And you’ll stay here. Making arrangements – devoid of tea roses and peonies – and tending shop.

It’s a long story. Your grandpa’s best friend’s grandson eloped and got married at court and was now holding a reception. Which is good news, your grandfather loves wedding and such. Preparations began at the shop early; receptions are a pain in the ass. Sadly, for all the work you put into this stranger’s day, you don’t get even get the chance to eat some cake. Aeroplanes, trains, buses – they’re all completely booked; it’s the holiday season, what else?

You decide that it is alright; you’ll hold down the fort. More like, you force yourself to decide.

The moment your grandfather utters your name you know what he’s aiming for. “Y/N, you know I don’t want to do this.”

You tuck a lock of hair behind your ear. “I know you love weddings, grandpa. Stop lying.” His eyes glimmer at the wording, you add drily, “That includes receptions too.”

“Ok, I do.” An eye roll to end all eye rolls from you. “But I don’t want to leave you here, and neither am I doing this on purpose.”

You feign outrage with a palm pressed to your collarbones, “Leave me? On purpose? Who would ever have a nightmarish thought of abandoning me?”

The quip was supposed to lighten the mood, but all it achieves is darkening the atmosphere even further.

“We’ll open presents after I come back, okay?”

“Sure, grandpa.” You disguise a grimace as a smile. “Have a nice trip.”

You flipped the sign over to read ‘CLOSED’. You went to bed with your eyes bone dry.

“Y/N, it won’t be that bad. Skype won’t shut down anytime soon!” Shut up, shut up, shut up.

“We’ll come back every Thanksgiving!” I asked you to shut up.

And, no you won’t.

“Y/N.” Don’t you dare.

“I really promise, we’ll visit!” Like hell you will.

“Y/N.”

“Fucking shit, Jimin. What is it? Just say it.”

“Y/N, I’m sorry for this.”

“You don’t have to be.” Oh, you really do not, not, not.

“But I am. I’m sorry, but this is what is the best for me.” Oh, but it’s not, not, not.

“That’s why I’m happy for you, Jiminie.” Oh, but I’m not, not, not.

“Y/N.”

“Yeah?”

“This isn’t goodbye.” Oh, but it is, it is, it is.

Customers are not as frequent as it would seem. The shop is placed in one of the busiest lanes of the shopping district, but it mainly attracts people asking for large decorations and such. And those are usually ordered through email.

You sift through the bridal magazines that were delivered this morning. Crazy new trends keep popping up every month. As much as you want to catch up, it’s almost painful to look at the magazines. Every turn of the page driving the knife deeper into you. Every turn of the page making it truer. That crazy guy is probably married.

Two intertwined tea roses – for engagement or anniversaries – peonies, symbolizing a happy marriage and heliotropes, as well. Hell, if it wasn’t for a marriage anniversary, you’d have to get medication for your grandfather.

You are quarter of the way through the third when someone beyond the glass catches your eye; a head of curls you’d notice anywhere and a gait that could never escape your notice.

Unlike in books and movies, where it takes the protagonist a second or two to register something, your brain understood a lot quicker than you wished it would. What you would give for a second more of peace before the lighting struck.

You’re too busy staring out of the store to notice the chime of the door-bells. Only when Taehyung waves his hand in front of yours, do you break out of your trance.

“You look like you’ve seen a ghost.”

“I think I just did.”

A/N: Please point out any spelling/grammatical errors!

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